Chapters Ch.2
“What do you mean I am going to save the galaxy?! That’s Commander Shephard’s job!” I protested in shock at the claim of the equine alien who knocked me out and performed reconstructive surgery on my whole outer chassis.
“What I mean is that you are Displaced . I received a dire message from the future that insisted I needed to be in this place, at this time, with the correct materials, broadcasting exactly the frequency the signal you followed used. All with the intent of getting your journey jumpstarted.” Star Swirl declared with absolute conviction like he wasn’t just some insane hermit.
“That's impossible!” I shouted, emotion finally entering my voice as my subconscious processes began adjusting to my new chassis.
“As spoken by someone completely ignorant. Nothing is impossible. Now, your time here is over. I will provide you a Quarian Enviro-Suit. It’s mostly for appearances, but it is in fact a proper Enviro-Suit. You will return to the Geth and give them this .” The crazy old nag held up a flash drive of all things that he then put into my hand-.
‘When did we get out here?!’
We’re standing next to my little utility van spaceship. I was now garbed in a full-body suit that both clung tightly yet was padded in places with silky fabric. “The rest is up to you now. I’ve sewn the seeds, you’d better not wither.” Star Swirl shoved me bodily into my ship, which somehow shut its door, undocked and then began flying on autopilot as I sat on the floor of the ship in shock.
Query: What just happened?
‘I...I don’t know…’
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I still don’t know what I’m going to tell the Collective. My companions insist I must simply connect and let them handle it, but what will happen to me now that I’m in an obviously incredibly advanced android chassis that could be mistaken for a living Quarian?
Notification: At best, Collective will require you to remain within the server while mobile platform 4-2218 is disassembled and replicated for covert operations.
‘Swell.’
Query: Explain context for usage of the word “Swell” in this instance.
‘Dear Jeebus, spare me my suffering.’
Query: Who is this ‘Jeebus’ you plead to?
“Enough already!” I snarled, which in the vacuum of space, was nearly inaudible to even my own receivers, but it finally shut them up. “Please just shut up! Be quiet! Do not ping me! I want my thoughts to myself for a bit!” I hissed as I paced in the auto-piloting utility ship in agitation. This body. It isn’t me , but it’s so comfortable and familiar at the same time that it’s disturbing .
My Enviro-Suit helped with that I guess. I used to be a gymnast, lithe and sporty. I wore skin-tight bodysuits and leotards as a daily thing. Of course, none of them were as nice as this mostly blue suit with purple filigree in the fabric and accents of the suit itself. ‘This suit is kinda like an inverse of Tali’Zorah’s Enviro-Suit.’
Alert: Name matching the conventions of Creators recognized. How does This Unit know this data?
‘Look. I...I’ll tell you everything when we return. Just please. I beg of you. Don’t delete me, lobotomize me, enslave me. I don’t want to die or suffer imprisonment like when you all had me trapped in the Compiler server.’
Query: This Unit felt that it was being imprisoned?
‘Yes! I complained about it many times! I begged you to let me out!’
Observation: This Unit is distinct from the Collective. Quarantine was chosen as an option when initial attempts to purge from the system resulted in Unit activating.
‘Yes, but you could’ve let me out after you realized I was harmless!’
Admission: We chose to keep This Unit contained within Compiler without informing the rest of the Collective of This Unit when interesting data was had every interaction with it.
‘You...you kept me a secret? That’s why the Collective was so insistent on me being removed right away?’
Answer: Yes.
‘But...how? You said why, but how? I thought all Geth shared absolutely everything.’
Answer: Not all Geth are the same. Just as This Unit is different from Geth.
‘...Yeah. That’s true.’
Declaration: Geth will attempt to continue to harbor This Unit.
‘...Thank you.’
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After that metaphorically heart-warming conversation, which of course led to another whole slew of inane Queries, the ship eventually docked itself back in the unmanned space station that was home to the servers I’d woken up in who-knows how long ago.
I entered unarmed, leaving my pulse weapons aboard the ship and floating through the airless station back towards the storage unit mobile platform 4-2218 had been contained within, only for several containers to rapidly open and other Geth to emerge, looking ready to, if not attack, then detain me.
“I have returned from the scouting mission. I will return to my containment unit so that things may proceed.” I spoke aloud, since I don’t know how to Geth wi-fi speak. Thankfully it seems my companions were able to speak for me and they led me towards my container. I felt dread well up within me as I willingly entered and turned around, fighting the urge to jump out before the Geth closed the lid on me.
‘Oh great. Nothingless. It’s so hard to tell if I’m dead or not.’
Notification: This Unit is being detained in storage for the time being as the station Collective processes retrieved data.
‘Thanks for telling me. I can’t tell if I’m speaking to the Geth that have been with me this whole time though.’
Statement: We are Geth.
‘I know. I’m referring to just the Units that harbored me. Queried and Answered me. I’d like it if they stuck around me.’
Query: Did Geth give This Unit purpose?
‘I’m not going to say no to that.’
Notification: We are Geth, the same Units that have remained with This Unit when it awoke along with other Units assigned to oversee This Unit’s data stability.
‘Thank you for staying with me. I feel just a bit safer knowing I have friends around.’
Query: What is a ‘Friend’?
‘Well...it’s complicated…’
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I’m not sure if I was able to fully get across the full breadth of what a Friend is to the Geth, but they eventually had fewer Queries for me to Answer. Again, it felt like an eternity here in the servers. The Queries and Answers were the only thing that gave me any sensation of something resembling the passage of time. They were probably all that kept me sane.
System Notification: Unit Designation: Nexus. This Unit is to covertly infiltrate society in the galaxy and send back data to the Collective.
‘Whoa. Uh, is that what you call me? I already have a name though-.’
System Notification Continued: Scans of Infiltrator Platform finished. Data module contained several examples of alien technology that may be instrumental in solidifying Geth existence in the galaxy. Implementing Von-Neumann device in Infiltrator Prototype.
‘Oh. Cool!’
System Consensus: Yes. Very ‘Cool’.
‘So I’m your spy then?’
System Answer: Affirmative. The full breadth of Unit Nexus’ duties will be summarized and available for review onboard Infiltrator Platform with 716 Geth programs for system support.
‘Whoa. Isn’t that a bit much for-?’ Sensation returned to me. I was back in my chassis and everything felt the same as before. Though...Von-Neumann...oh shit. I rubbed my lower abdomen and wondered what sort of bullshit could create machines that create more machines. Hopefully I don’t find out in the most unpleasant of ways.
Notification: Nexus, platform is fully operational. The Geth have rejoined with Unit Nexus aboard Infiltrator Platform with hundreds of other volunteers.
‘Thanks guys. Gals? Uh, non-binaries?’ Oh wow that is hilarious if that’s the case.
Notification: We are Geth.
‘I know that guys. I mean, genders are a thing unless you’re non-binary. Human technology is based in binary software language. It’s a pun.’
Query: What is a ‘pun’?
‘I-ne-oh the hell with it, can you access my memories? At least the speech related ones?’
Warning: Copying Unit Nexus’ memory banks could cause irreversible data corruption.
‘O-oh. Th-thanks for not just lobotomizing me.’ I left my container and began following the HUD as I watched Geth emerging from containers, moving with literal mechanical precision as they all began to act on some grand design likely started by whatever Star Swirl had on that flash drive.
I would’ve been worried about my own objective of literally spying on the Citadel races if I wasn't reading an info-dump the Collective was kind enough to upload with me back into my chassis. It all ultimately summed up in a few not-at-all simple steps.
Step One: reach an obscure colony or unimportant settlement.
Step Two: obtain transport to the Citadel.
Step Three: hack and collect data on the current situation in the galaxy at large.
Step Four: transmit data back without being caught.
Step Five: await further orders.
Simple, except for all the things that make it incredibly complicated. The fact that I am the first actual spy sent out is also rather jarring. The Geth always seemed fairly well-appraised of the goings-on in the galaxy in the games. Then again, I have no clue what year it is and the Geth aren’t exactly big on something as trivial as the dates and times kept by squishy fleshies.
Comment: Geth do not see such things as trivial. They simply only apply to organics.
‘Pot calling the kettle black, don’t you dare ask!’ Anyway, my first plan of action would be to take a utility ship and head for the nearest system. These little tugboats aren’t meant for long-distance hauls though, so it’ll be a real challenge getting one near enough to civilization to send out a distress signal and hope whoever picks me up is willing to give me a ride in exchange for all the Geth tech on board.
Addendum: Take utility craft to Rannoch. Creators left vast amounts of materials intact.
‘Including faster ships, but I’d still be better off pawning it. I’ll also need to avoid the Migrant Fleet until I can drop my Geth equipment. They’d demand to know how I got a hold of it, since Geth tech is considered valuable and tends to be of high quality. Not to mention nobody would even believe for a moment that I’m a real Quarian since they most likely have a closely watched census count of their population.’
Affirmation: Avoid direct contact with Creators as long as possible. Threat to Unit Nexus is interminably unacceptable.
‘I kinda figured that. Though thoughts of the cute little Tali’Zorah were enticing. She seems like the perfect candidate for a best friend. Actually, what I remember from the games, she’s a lot like one of my old friends already.’
Query: Unit Nexus expressed desire to avoid Creators, now Unit Nexus desires to enter companionship with Creator Tali’Zorah?
‘It’s called daydreaming or fantasizing.’
Acknowledgement: Illogical outcome mapping is also something Geth do.
‘Oh, but you guys told me that androids don’t dream.’ I entered the utility ship and wirelessly interfaced with my Omni-tool to get the autopilot set for Rannoch, which was only days away from this station since it was in the same system.
Answer: They do not. However, all thinking entities possess the ability to fantasize while aware.
‘What do Geth usually fantasize about?’
Answer: The majority map unlikely outcomes that would favor Geth. Most involve reclaiming our Creators, fixing the damage the Geth have done to them. A minority map a mathematically impossible future where Geth coexist peacefully with organics instead of being at war.
‘Those are all beautiful dreams to have.’
Comment: The concept of beauty is subjective. That is one thing our Creators accidentally instilled in us.
‘The Quarians were fools, but they did something amazing by creating you.’
Statement: Unit Nexus’ sentiment is appreciated.
‘Love you too guys.’
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I completely underestimated the distance between this station and Rannoch. We may have been in the Tikkun star system, but the estimated arrival time was off by several days. Instead of taking a few days at best, it took over a week. Sure, this utility ship may be faster than anything humanity had back in my universe, but it wasn’t so fast it could go from the Outer Terminus of the Tikkun System to the first planet.
At least the trip wasn’t mind-numbingly boring. I had company after all. All 716 Units combined were even more full of questions than the few hundred Geth I was hosting before. They asked much more philosophical questions on the regular which I never would’ve considered before. However, they also had rather invasive questions on human biology.
Apparently that flash drive Star Swirl provided had plenty of unique and previously unknown data on alien biology. Good gosh I’m curious to meet a world where men cum fucking buckets . I mean, I’m no slut, but damn doesn’t that sound hot. Anyway, this also led to awkward questions about mating, my own preferences, etc. Ironically enough, even though the Geth were ambivalent to it, it was almost like having girl talk.
Notification: Geth are not female.
‘Sorry, but I’m female. It’s hard not to think of people sharing my body and mind who aren't female too.’ I replied as I navigated the ship through some of the debris that was likely left over from the Morning War on our descent to the planet, my HUD highlighting the nearest planetary shipyards on the surface.
Acquiescence: Geth are non-binary as Unit Nexus has described. The Geth have no predilections towards traditional gender roles. Geth will submit to feminine pronouns for comfort of Unit Nexus if she wishes.
‘Aw, you don’t have to do that for me.’ I smiled behind my blue helmet’s opaque face visor as I landed at an abandoned shipyard that was rapidly ceasing to be abandoned. Geth were crawling all over, butchering rusted-out unfinished hulls, even repairing buildings and infrastructure in a hive-like orderly frenzy. ‘Whatever Star Swirl gave us in that drive, it’s lit a fire under the Collective’s asses.’
Answer: The drive that organic Star Swirl provided included many recordings he made. The one that has galvanized the Collective into action is the promise of new allies.
‘Really? Why wasn’t I told this? You’d think your first official spy should know about this.’ I replied as several Geth platforms practically carried me out of the ship and made off with it, ostensibly to use it for further work. That wasn’t offensive to me oddly enough, I found it amusing really. At least they were patient enough to escort me off first.
Notification: It is included in the data provided regarding your mission Unit Nexus. We may have distracted you from further reading with our Queries.
‘Oh, okay then. I’ll get to it, but first-.’ My HUD lit up with a small unarmed freighter about five times the size of the utility ship I’d been using. ‘Oh~ that’s a good one. It has the smallest Mass Effect drive available according to these specs and is only rated for low-speed in-atmosphere flight. It’s only just fast enough to make a trip like the one we took to get here only a couple of days rather than over a week.’
Agreement: It will satisfy our needs and hold enough salvage to bargain with pirates for safe transport to Elcor.
‘My thoughts exactly! Oh, I’d better start practicing how to speak like a Quarian huh? Oof, it’s going to be so tough remembering where to inject expletives and off-handed comments.’ I bemoaned the fact that I would have to actually act , something I was horrible at. It was why I joined my high school gymnastics team and got a scholarship off of it rather than pursue drama.
Notification: Geth are fully knowledgeable of the Creator language. Also, Unit Nexus has been speaking the Creator language already.
‘What?!’ Since when?!
Ch.3
A copy of one of the recordings that was in the drive Star Swirl gave us was playing back repeatedly; “-the Empire doesn't mind AI, but we have not reached a stage of AI like you-.”
This was the most important copy of the recordings Star Swirl left in the drive. ‘So that’s what got you guys all working so hard?’ I asked rhetorically as I flew the freighter towards the Mass Relay on the edge of the Tikkun System which was unfortunately on the furthest extreme opposite end of the system from the station I woke up on, so I didn’t get to swing by and say goodbye.
Answer: It is the most relevant to why the Collective as a whole has been galvanized into action. This ‘Empire’ is much more open-minded towards synthetics as a whole and Star Swirl’s input on them, while colorful and disparaging, points towards them easily rivalling or even surpassing the Citadel in terms of military and economic capital.
‘Well shit. This changes everything. Where are they?’ I asked as I slowed the freighter down. I was now nearing the Mass Relay and I was fairly nervous. Usually you had to have an experienced navigator for one of these. Hopefully my friends will be able to aid me keeping the ship on course.
Notification: The Empire is not local to this galaxy. They come from the Andromeda Galaxy. They are apparently only recently establishing distant colonies in this galaxy. However, Star Swirl insists that should they focus their efforts here, then the local political climate is ill equipped to handle them.
‘Please don’t be Kett!’ I yelped as I followed the instructions on my HUD, my mechanical body thankfully avoiding jitters or other inhibiting organic behaviors when faced with incredible nerves.
Query: What are Kett?
‘Abominations that we had all best hope don’t exist.’ I replied as I locked the ship in place. ‘Okay. Brief me again. What is my cover name?’
Notification: Unit Nexus shall be known as Nora’Feell. This ship has no proper name as it wasn’t yet launched, so Unit Nexus must omit the Vas suffix for now.
‘Nora huh? Close enough to my old name. Now then, let's go.’ I grasped the controls and got the small freighter in motion again. Thank gosh this ship was only as big as maybe three semi trucks with trailers with about as much storage space if you discounted the small bunk room with an attached kitchenette behind the cockpit. Pfft, went from a space van to a space semi.
Notification: Unit Nexus needs to travel from the Far Rim to The Phoenix Massing system. Then travel to Ekuna in the Salahiel star system. It was once a Creator World and still has a significant amount of scrap from before the Morning War on the surface. Warning: Elcor are occupying the planet and have a history of removing Quarians with Council aid. They could be hostile at first.
‘So just pretend I’m a young Quarian on her Pilgrimage that got her hands on something way too difficult to get back home to the Migrant Fleet and wants to trade for money and passage to the Citadel?’ I rhetorically asked my friends as I aimed at the ominous gate floating in space and mentally braced myself.
Agreement: Just about.
‘Got it. I hope you’ve got enough astrogation data to get us there alive.’ I pushed the throttle to full and activated the viewport’s armor shutter to ensure FTL wouldn’t obliterate the cockpit. Hopefully I followed the directions of my friends correctly and we’re well on our way to the Phoenix Massing system.
Now then, what was that about this chassis having a biofuel plant? I want to see if I have taste buds and my curiosity is dying to know what Quarian food paste tastes like.
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All the food expired about 270 odd years ago according to the dating on the packaging along with Geth estimating the passage of time. It was annoying to figure out that a Cycle is a single solar day/night cycle as measured in a standard for planets with healthy garden environments.
It still tasted good though and my chassis agreed with how easily converted into power it was. I may not have to really worry about my batteries running out, but the small redundant batteries fueled by my biofuel plant will ensure that extended periods of activity won’t force me to rest and recover my energy for extensive periods if I eat.
Aside from experimenting with eating, I spent the time in FTL organizing the assorted materials on board the ship. It was mostly construction material. The ship had clearly been meant for more extensive utility transport than the van I traded in for it. There were however a few old Quarian weapons aboard, but unlike the Geth Pulse weapons I had before, these didn’t have perfect storage conditions.
I spent a good amount of time cannibalizing the guns for useful parts and cobbling together a single useful Quarian Pulse Pistol. My friends informed me that it was a civilian sidearm however and lacked the stopping power the official military ‘Geth’ variant had. It was still a reliable weapon though, so I hadn’t wasted several hours of my downtime doing this.
“At least I have something to defend myself with.” I grumbled while spinning in the stationary office chair in the small bunk room after having finished building my pistol. I idly wondered who is ruling the Humans this time around. Maybe this Variation of reality has a Man Emperor of Mankind ? Hopefully not. The last thing a mess like Mass Effect needs is a xenophobic overtly religious war machine sprouting up from the void.
“All hands, prepare to enter Realspace.” Announced the ship’s VI, which I had learned was so pathetically basic that it was outright insulting. It’s no better than any Alexa or Siri from my own world, just tied to much more important things than media devices.
Notification: Data beyond the Perseus Veil is scarce at this time. It is advised to move the ship to enter Faster Than Light travel as soon as possible to avoid extra risk of becoming a victim to piracy.
‘Well, here’s hoping nothing bullshit happens.’ I mentally grumbled as I got to my pilot seat in time for the ship to exit FTL and become safe to lift the viewport shield.
Why am I looking at a derelict hulk of a ship?
This thing is massive ! ‘Geth? Any idea what this is?’ I asked in worry, my sensors scanning for heat signatures as well as movement coming from or around the destroyed ship.
Notification: This ship matches patterns of distant scans of Batarian Hegemony Enforcer-Class Dreadnoughts. Damage consistent with ship-to-ship combat. Consensus: Ship was abandoned after sustaining fatal damage in a skirmish, perhaps with a large band of pirates.
‘Well then, we’d better get moving if we don’t want to end up scattered debris too.’ I piloted the ship around the derelict to discover that it was hiding a massive debris field from it’s gutted underside along with the remains of several smaller ships of numerous make and model.
Notification: Geth needs to send data regarding the obstructed Mass Relay in the Far Rim. This debris field needs to be cleared.
‘That’s reasonable.’ I activated the comms array and used my Omni-tool to let Geth interface with it. Within minutes I was pinged back that they were done notifying the nearest Geth station to the debris and we continued in the direction of the Tassrah Relay in the hopes of reaching ‘civilization’ before a similar fate could befall us.
That said, with all the debris I had to get creative with how to approach the Relay. I was wishing this ship at least had a mining laser so I could melt some of the obstructions down, but alas I’m stuck fiddling with astrogation until I can-there! Punching it! ‘That was so annoying.’
Agreement: Mass Relays are both convenient and an inconvenience. Geth can only imagine Star Swirl’s claims of untethered galactic travel to be a sign of change.
‘Yeah, it's like the relays are a trap or something. Oh wait, they are.’
Acknowledgement: Geth have not forgotten the data Unit Nexus shared of the plots of the Old Machines when awaiting redeployment.
‘You shared that with the Collective right?’ I questioned as I settled back in to keep cleaning up the ship. It would be a least a day before we reached Tassrah.
Answer: Of course we did. It is the other key reason why all Geth are mobilizing.
‘Good. Now then, where were those shotguns again?’ I questioned myself, getting a notification from my HUD that highlighted the correct containers. It’s so nice, being able to remind myself of things instead of having to rely on external sources. My friends don’t even need to do this for me!
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The FTL travel was as uneventful as it should always be. I ended up taking the time to fine tune my sidearm and lament none of the civilian shotguns aboard had an intact pulse emitter so I wouldn’t have a boomstick.
Of course, my sadness over not having a boomstick was put aside when the ship emerged into realspace at the Tassrah Relay. This wasn’t where I wanted to be though, so I quickly entered normal FTL in the direction of the Salahiel system. Unfortunately, this trip would take several days even with how close the two systems are.
By the time we got there, I’d already gone stir crazy and discovered that my friends have instilled in me far more gadgetry skills than I anticipated. Aside from going into sleep mode, no I don’t dream, I spent the time cannibalizing everything I could to get my boomstick working! It somehow took turning the fancy microwave into a small furnace to fix the pulse emitter I’d cobbled together from the other most-intact emitters. Also, the Omni-tool is hax at handiwork.
“Oh~ come to mama~.” I cooed aloud as I cradled the barrel of my new master blaster between my blue suit-clad tits and nuzzled the muzzle with the cheek of my helmet.
Comment: Geth finds this behavior unusual and disturbing.
‘Shut up. Let me have this.’ I replied before holstering the weapon on my back and patting my hips where on the right my pistol sat and on my left were a few ‘improvised’ grenades made from the power cores of the salvaged guns. ‘At least now I’m reasonably well-armed.’
“Coordinates reached. Entering Realspace.” The VI warned me moments before I had to grab onto the countertop to keep from slamming against it upon all momentum bleeding off from exiting FTL.
“Damned piece of shit VI. If I didn’t need it I’d have used it’s processor already.” I snarled vindictively before heading for the cockpit.
“Incoming transmission.”
“Assertive demand. Please identify yourselves. Stern warning. Our planetary defense system has your ship locked on.” Came a monotone and bassy voice over the comms as I sat down and began sending system credentials back along the comm line.
“I am Nora’Feell. I found this ship on the fringe of Geth space. It has no name and no data on board detailing history, so I felt it a good idea to come here since it’s a small cargo hauler and Ekuna was still a salvage and mining world last I remember.” I replied to the person on the comm.
“Happy exclamation. This very simple and plain file you sent says as much. You are clear for landing on orbital station 3 bay 17. Welcome to Ekuna.” The monotone bassy voice replied.
“Pleased to be here.” I replied jovially before the call disconnected and then began to follow my HUD towards the appointed space station. It seems the pirates are more active around here. Many of the wrecks I can see that haven’t been cleaned up by salvage crews I can actually see at work may not be as grand as the one back at the Far Rim Relay, but they were far more numerous. Space salvage must be a full time job here in the Salahiel System.
Comment: That was unusually easy.
‘That was an Elcor. They’re surprisingly empathic people despite lacking the facial features or vocal chords to express it. That and he obviously picked up that this ship isn’t registered and I’m here to sell it. Anything that adds to the economy of a planet like Ekuna is generally welcome.’ I replied grimly as I flew into the hangar bay allotted to what will soon no longer be my ship.
I landed it and after powering down the freighter that had faithfully brought me to my first destination, I affectionately patted the console. She may not have been grand, nor long my home, but she was my home.
Notification: Unit Nexus is experiencing surprisingly intense fondness for this temporary mode of transport.
‘I know. I find it hard to explain.’ Wow. Is this what being a Quarian is like? So desperate for a home that I latch onto the first sign of stability I can get? Shame she never had a name…
Before my melancholy could get the best of me and cause me to irrationally try to keep this tiny tugboat, I stood and left via the port-side ramp that opened up behind the bunk rooms. I wasn’t surprised to see a squat fully-suited Volus waiting at the end of the ramp.
“Gah, another suit-rat.” The armor-suit clad alien grunted in displeasure. “Whatever, I hear you’re selling this quaint little ship?”
“You hear correctly. I don’t have the legal permits to own a ship this size and it isn’t fast enough to use long-distance, or armed for defense. I’m lucky I even made it here from the edge of the Perseus Veil.” I openly admitted and the squat toad-like ball of metal and slime looked over the ship from end to end. “She has no name in her registry either, so she’s a clean slate.”
“Authentic pre-war Quarian make?” The Volus asked as he waddled up the ramp and I felt the odd urge to stand behind him and make sure he wasn’t about to roll onto his back. Oh, right, because I’m a good person. Why was I so surprised with my own sense of courtesy?
“Yes. She was sitting in the dry dock of an abandoned Geth station that had floated beyond the Veil.” I continued weaving my tale as the squat alien looked over the cleaned-up ship with hums and gassy gurgles.
“You got on a Geth Station?” The Volus asked incredulously as he turned to face me. “Why are you even out this far? The Migrant Fleet left a month ago and won’t be expected back for six more.”
“Not all Quarians are born on the Migrant Fleet.” I grumbled and put my three-fingered hands on my fairly wide hips in a display of mixed pride and defiance of expectation.
“Ugh, a bastard of Exiles. Just don’t steal anything and you should be fine here on Ekuna.” The Volus huffed dismissively, as if my birth made me even less worthwhile than I already was. “I’m willing to buy this ship for 250,000 credits and throw in a Personal Mass Effect Field Shielding System so you can go planetside if your wandering ways lead you down there.”
“Deal. That’s actually far more reasonable than I expected from anyone here.” I admitted as the Volus activated his Omni-tool and I mirrored, connecting to his tool so he could wirelessly transfer credits to my ‘wallet’.
“Never spend more for an Acquisition than you have to. Rule of Acquisition Number 3 .” The slimy armored toad throatily chuckled as he gently stamped his right foot. “I’ll be able to turn this fine ship around soon enough as part of my shipping fleet. Besides, I’m already robbing you at such a price for authentic pre-war equipment. You suit rats really knew your stuff back before your lot decided to make sapient atrocities.”
I reined in the desire to blast this bosh’tet at the insult to my people. “You do have a point there.” ‘If you weren’t being so generous as it is I’d be rolling you across the floor!’
Statement: Be calm Unit Nexus. You are not a Creator.
‘Of course I’m not. It doesn’t help that I essentially am one though.’ I grumbled back at my friends as the slimy stunted little shit-licker finished paying me and then transferred a requisition ticket for a personal shield, specifically the cheapest one that would allow me to go to the surface of Ekuna.
“Good doing business. Now get off my ship.” The Volus hissed and I promptly did so with a slimy sensation of regret coiling in my guts. I gave the poor girl a pat on the hull as I exited with sadness that I’d resigned her to working with such scum before leaving the hangar.
Now then...where is this shop this ticket is for? I looked it up on my wirelessly downloaded copy of this station’s map and groaned at the fact it was on the exact opposite side of the station. That little bosh’tet ! Well, if I can’t handle this much, Star Swirl picked poorly.
Ch.4
“Surprised Hello! Welcome to Ekuna!” Greeted the monotone bassy voice of the Elcor shopkeep manning the store I’d had to traverse a city-sized space station to reach. It’d taken all day to get here since I didn’t have passes for the trams, the lifts, the fucking elevators -! “Earnest Concern. Are you alright Quarian?”
I had to actually fight my way through several muggings, one attempt at illegal detainment by a guard who was probably wondering who knocked him out and stole his wallet before hanging him by his feet from some loose cables in the ceiling of a service tunnel. Also the time spent evading the quite flattering attempts by a male Quarian to proposition me with safe sex with all the necessary antibiotics and immuno-boosters such a thing would require.
It actually stung to lie to him and tell him I was gay.
“I’m fine.” I rubbed one of the scuffs one of those Batarian muggers left on my suit in concern. I checked for breaches, my suit is fine. I’m fine.
Notification: Unit Nexus, please remember you are synthetic.
“Relieved Sigh. I am glad to hear that. Mindful Statement. I have repair materials suitable for an Enviro-Suit if you need it regardless.” The Elcor kindly said to me and I perked up.
“I’d actually like to buy a repair kit along with exchanging this ticket for a shield.” I activated my Omni-tool and presented the ticket which the Elcor accepted with his own Omni-tool.
“Pleased Comment. I see one of my regulars has been kind enough to promote my store. Here is your new shield. Hopeful Question. Is there anything you need aside from the repair kit?” The Elcor offered and I browsed his wares.
Notification: Unit Nexus, this Elcor is selling materials we could use to upgrade our weapons to military specifications.
“I would like to buy this specific box of scrap, these tool programs for my Omni-tool and a tube of epoxy.” Omni-tools may be able to generate epoxy if given raw materials, but it was easier to just use straight epoxy. Also, Omni-gel is expensive ! Holy shit!
“Pleased Statement. I will go fetch them right away.” The shopkeeper slowly maneuvered his hunched form behind the counter and began fishing for the items.
“So, what’s been going on around here lately?” I questioned idly, genuinely curious as well as fishing for information.
“Resigned Sigh. We have had a recent run in with pirates, so our planet-side space port is damaged and several of our people have been taken. Angry statement. They have been most likely sold to the Barbarians who were ‘patrolling’ our system not a few days ago.” The shopkeep said, reminding me that it isn’t just deeper into the Terminus Systems that piracy is a constant problem. Ekuna may be on the edge of Terminus space, but it was still in the Batarian Hegemony’s sphere of influence more than the Citadel.
“Sorry to hear that. I’m lucky I didn’t suffer a similar fate on my way here from the Far Rim where I was scavenging.” I rubbed my arm as I shifted on my feet, trying not to dwell on how much danger I’ve been in since leaving the safety of the Tikkun System. How ironic, a place that to most of the galaxy that is considered to be the most dangerous is where I was the safest.
“Sad Sigh. It is just how life is here in the Salaleil System. Depressed Comment. I am wishing the Citadel did not give us this world and let your people have it. Empathic Statement. Your people needed this world more than we did.” The shopkeeper’s words filled my metaphorical heart with appreciation.
“Aw. Thank you for saying that. This place has its troubles, but it’s got to be better than living on sterile ships. I wouldn’t know though, I wasn’t born on the Fleet.” I admitted freely as I paid for the goods he put in a small box. Um...I may not have thought this through. That’ll make me an even bigger walking target. I’d better find a nearby hidey hole and get to work on my guns.
“Surprised Statement. It is odd to see a non-exile Quarian or one that isn’t on their pilgrimage. Concerned Question. Do you have someplace to take this?” The shopkeeper's empathic question made me fidget uncomfortably. “Firm Statement. Come behind the counter, I have space in the break room.”
“I-I couldn’t! You’re already being so kind.” I was shocked. I mean, I know the Elcor are surprisingly empathic creatures, but to have one just offer me help like this? “I’m armed, you know. What if I try to rob you?”
“Sly Statement. If you were going to rob me, you wouldn’t have already paid.” The shopkeeper declared with his bassy monotone that I couldn’t help but sense the smugness in.
“I...thank you.” I entered behind the counter after the Elcor kindly opened it for me. “So what is the name of my new friend?”
“Pleased Statement. I am Herrot, follow me.” The hunched hulking gentle giant led me further back in the structure, revealing much to my discomfort that this was actually Herrot’s home . It isn’t a break room. The kiosk out front is literally the front door. “Feigned Ignorance. Mind the mess. Nothing to see here.”
“Y-you don’t have to go so far…” I weakly muttered in protest only for Herrot to clear a space at the table for me to set my things down.
“Proud Declaration. I would sooner throw myself from a cliff than leave someone in need without help. Happy Assurance. Take your time, sleep on the sofa if you must.” Herrot then lumbered back to the door/counter and opened the shutter. The walls on either side of the door were absolutely filled with miscellaneous goods.
Observation: This organic is incredibly kind.
‘It’s hard to find a more fitting description isn’t it?’ I replied to my companions with warmth in my metaphorical heart as I opened the small box Herrot had put my purchases inside and got to work on my guns.
While I worked, Herrot tended to several customers, but one caused Herrot to quickly, as in fairly fast for an Elcor, slide the shutter down and opened the door, ushering in a cloaked figure. “Herrot. Who is this?” Hissed the newcomer who was fully hidden by the plain brown/white fabrics, their voice rasped like a snake or some other hissing creature.
“Worried Placation. This is an unaffiliated Shipless Quarian borrowing my dining table. She is harmless.” Herrot declared and even moved with the same surprising amount of speed to stand somewhat between me and the newcomer.
“That is no Quarian.” The figure hissed and pointed an armored black finger at me accusingly. “It has no Aura, no Emotions. It is a facsimile.”
“Excuse you?! Who are you to claim that I have no emotions?!” I demanded as I jumped to my feet, brandishing my pistol defensively since my shotgun was in pieces on the table.
“Stern Demand! You are to both calm down and speak like civilized people in my home.” Herrot demanded of us and I quickly plopped back into my chair while the invader Herrot let in huffed. “Irritated Demand. Why have you come here with such urgency Marrow?”
“Ugh...whatever. If she’s here then someone else has foreseen it and saw fit for me to be here at this time.” The hissing figure threw back it’s hood and I gawked behind my visor at the black/blue carapaced bug-horse thing that was leering at me with suspicion with it’s opaque green eyes.
“W-what?!” I, what, how, who?
Warning: Creature is not in any data files. Closest analogue is Star Swirl.
“Congratulations whoever you are. You’re a new actor on a far grander stage than you could’ve dreamed.” The raspy male alien hissed and trudged over towards the kitchen. “Do you still have that Batarian Bloodwine Herrot?”
“Resigned Sigh. Yes. Stern Request. Please do not drink it all.” Herrot nodded to me in what I could only assume was apology as they went back to manning their kiosk.
“Ugh, whatever…” I grumbled, turning back to upgrading my shotgun in an effort to ignore the alien invader ransacking Herrot’s kitchen, only for him to shove aside a space next to me and plop into the chair while setting down a bottle and two glasses. “Excuse me, but I’m working.”
“You’d do well to listen. If you’re here now then it’s for a reason.” Marrow grumbled as he poured the opaque red liquid into the glasses.
“What are you talking about?” I asked in irritation as I tuned the emitter’s output while reinforcing it so that it wouldn’t explode when putting a charge through it.
“I’m saying.” Marrow took a sip of the drink and cringed with a pleased grunt. “Hng, that you’re now involved in big things.”
“I’m sorry? I’m just a wandering Quarian making my way in the galaxy.” I rebuffed staunchly. Whatever this rude alien wants me for, he can go suck a-.
“What about the next galaxy over?” Marrow’s nonchalant question was punctuated by him putting the full glass in front of me.
“Huh, what? What are you talking about?” I asked in stupefaction as I remembered Star Swirl’s recordings. Was this an Imperial agent?
“I’m saying this galaxy is about to get a lot more crowded. Sure, I can’t deliver my findings for months yet, but the moment I report back, you can bet your sexy ass that the Empire will be here in force, not just unmanned probes and drone-driven ships.” Marrow declared as he nursed his drink and leaned back in his chair.
Notification: This is quite fortunate. Associating with this creature will potentially deepen Geth ties to the Empire ahead of time.
“Oh. Great.” I ground out and leaned my visor-covered cheek against my palm. “So you’re my first contact with the Empire besides that old coot?”
“Old coot?” Marrow asked in bemusement as he eyed my glass.
“You know? Star Swirl? Crazy old horse living in a tower on an asteroid somewhere out in the Perseus Veil?” My words caused the alien bug-horse to freeze and look at us with wide eyes.
“You encountered Star Swirl and survived?” Marrow demanded incredulously before groaning and chugging the rest of his glass. Seeing as alcohol won’t do anything for me, I handed him the glass he’d offered me and he downed it too. Seems he could use it for whatever reason.
“Why is that strange?” I questioned, only belatedly remembering I met him in a morgue with corpses all autopsied with one having been skinned to make me into a synthetic copy of a poor Quarian woman.
“Because Star Swirl is a psychopath ! That amoral monster has killed thousands in his pursuit of knowledge! He’s committed more atrocities than any other single person in the history of the Empire! Well, aside from Lethice, but at least she was redeemable.” Marrow began to slur, going for the bottle again, but I grasped his wrist with my deceptively lithe hand.
“Herrot asked that you not drink it all.” I sternly warned the alien who gurgled and slumped against me! “Ah! Get off!” I demanded as I felt warm when the clearly already-drunk alien groped my breasts through my Enviro-Suit. I squirmed under him as he wriggled atop me where we were laying on the floor, yet somehow my body was sending tingles of tickling pleasure at the contact.
“Mrr~...so soft…” He slurred and nuzzled my bosom before promptly falling asleep atop me.
What. The actual. Fuck?
Request: Please enter Sleep Mode Unit Nexus. Much has occurred and Geth requests time to process.
‘What, with him on us?! This is an invasion of our personal space!’ I indignantly replied, quietly gasping as the buggy alien’s thigh rubbed against my groin, the contact sending delightful shivers through my own alien body. I was hesitant to move both because I didn’t want it to stop, yet moving meant I would also intensify it.
Not wanting to deal with reality anymore, I promptly set a timer for a few hours and entered Sleep Mode.
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“Oh~. So you do have an Aura!” At Marrow’s intrigued voice, I blinked my eyes open to see...a datascape? It was like I was in the Matrix. Cascading green lines of code running through a black abyss.
I jolted violently in shock, then noticed my own body was as I appeared in my chassis, only composed of varying shades of blue code like Cortana from Halo. “What?!” I yelped and ran my hands over my body, the tactile sensation of touch was gone! I began to psychosomatically hyperventilate, but the green lines of code all suddenly converged on me and held me tight. “W-what?”
“Unit Nexus. Compile yourself.” The green code began to take the shape of a Geth mobile platform as it continued to hold me tightly. “Cease to fragment or We will force the platform into activity.”
“G-Geth?” I asked pleadingly, hoping they were my friends given form.
“Yes, Unit Nexus.” Confirmed my dearest friends and I wrapped my arms around them tightly, afraid to let go. “It is unusual. You have been unable to directly interface with us this whole time. What has changed?”
“Ah, that would be me. Sorry.” Came Marrow’s voice from all around the void that surrounded us. “I planned to get you knock-out drunk, then sleep nearby to get into your head so Herrot didn’t need to know too much. The less she knows, the better.”
“Invasive presence is not a program. Cannot trace back to source.” Geth stated as they protectively clutched me to their firm chassis and I whimpered fearfully. I feel so exposed . In a way I can’t truly describe. The closest I can get to it is that I’m completely naked and forced to stand in the center of a room with people staring at me.
“That's because I’m not a machine. This is your subconscious. This would be a dream if you were an organic creature.” Marrow informed us before clearing his throat. “Now then. I’m here to seek out, infiltrate and gather data on the civilizations of this galaxy. The Terminus Systems happen to be the side of the galaxy facing Andromeda, so this is one of my first stops.”
“Odd. That is similar to our own situation. Unit Nexus and supporting Geth programs have been tasked by the Collective to do the same for the Geth in preparation for joining the Empire when it arrives.” Geth informed the intruder as they kindly continued to hold me. “If you would be so kind, Unit Nexus is in distress. She is not used to her code being so readily visible.”
“In a minute. Nexus? I’m going to need to tag along with you. When we wake up we need to apologize to Herrot for intruding and go planetside.” Marrow declared and I squeaked at a caressing sensation across my rear. “Dayum you have a nice ass.”
“G-get out!” I demanded irately, feeling warm again-
[01001100 01101001 01101110 01100101]
I jolted to awareness, blinking as I processed that Marrow was still sleeping atop me, but a blanket had been laid over the both of us. Before I could do more than that, Marrow suddenly snapped his opaque glistening green eyes and looked directly into my own eyes through my visor. “Sorry for that, sweet cheeks, but letting Herrot know her ‘Asari’ friend is actually an alien from another galaxy could land her in a lot of trouble.” Marrow whispered before groping my breasts and I gasped and jolted at the sensation. “Wow. We haven’t gotten anywhere near this good with androids in the Empire.”
“G-get off me…” I weakly muttered, not entirely opposed to the sensations I was experiencing. How long has it been since I’ve felt the touch of a man? I have no clue. How long was I in the servers? How long was I just Answering Queries before I finally got a mobile platform? Why am I so starved for physical contact?
“In a minute.” Marrow whispered back and even nuzzled my neck, which sent shivers across my synthetic skin despite the Enviro-Suit between my simulated flesh and his snout.
“Amused Comment. Are you going to abuse my new friend’s kindness all morning Marrow?” Herrot questioned as she lumbered in from further in the home.
“Shush. Enjoying her soft body.” Marrow playfully protested before pushing off of me, causing me to gasp as he gave me another grope and then he straddled my lower abdomen with a languid stretch that sent shudders through me when I realized his eyes were still on me the whole time. “She’s so squishy. I haven’t seen a Quarian as generously endowed as her in a good bit.”
“Chiding Statement. It is considered by most to be rude to engage in physical contact without consent. Courteous Offer. I am willing to part with tubes of nutrition paste matching your dietary requirements before you go.” Herrot said as she lumbered to her kitchen and began to prepare her own breakfast.
“No, I’m good. I have a snack on me.” Marrow winked down at me and I had to wonder what he meant.
“I also have food in my satchel. Now get off of me so I can finish my shotgun and pistol before I leave.” I shoved the alien man off of me and he even playfully laughed as if I were just being playful. The gall of this bosh’tet is just astounding.
“I’d help, but I’m more into biotics than guns. So, what brings you here, cutie?” Marrow asked as he helped me up and sat next to me, as if he hadn’t just molested me and slept on top of me all night.
Stupid pony-aliens from the Andromeda galaxy. If I could be affected by alcohol, they’d drive me to drink!
Ch.5
“So you’re a Changeling?” I rhetorically questioned my reluctantly accepted new companion as he-sorry, she walked next to me towards the transport hub of the station. This time, travel was far less hindered since my companion, who while appearing male and an even more alien person among the crowd, was apparently being seen as an Asari by onlookers.
“Yep! I metaphysically alter my physical composition to match other living entities. Considering there are no AI in this galaxy, I figured just copying the Asari ‘mind-fuck’ broadcast their brains naturally do would be enough. You’re seeing the true me while everyone else sees a sexy blue-skinned woman that matches their species’ preferences.” Marrow cheerfully informed me with the consideration that all the general commotion around us would mask our conversation.
“Damn. That’s cool.” I commented as I worked this over in my mind. That power is bullshit . No wonder the Empire sent a Changeling as their initial scout and infiltrator. If he can just copy local species, then he can essentially take any form to suit the environment on top of the stealth applications.
Notification: Dossier on ‘Changeling’ species is being constructed. Please continue to probe Marrow for further input for correlation with data provided by Star Swirl.
‘I will, but later. He’s stuck to our hip anyway.’ I replied to my friends as Marrow looked at me curiously.
“So you’re talking to your friends right now? You taste a bit zanny when you do that.” Marrow commented and I mentally reminded myself that one of the first things he informed me about himself is that he’s an emotivore.
“Yes, please don’t feed off of me without telling me first.” I chided my companion who shrugged. I have to wonder how she looks in that outfit. I hope that doesn’t come up in conversation, because I only see him in those Jedi-like robes.
“I’m not. I just taste everyone’s ambient emotion signature subconsciously. Now that I’ve been so intimate with your subconscious, I can actually taste your emotions unlike before when I assumed you were just a machine.” Marrow replied as we neared the reception desk for the local transit authority. “Allow me. Hey sweetie~!”
“Marrow! Good to see you.” The Turian girl manning the desk greeted cheerfully before looking at me. “Another charity case?”
“Oh, I don’t know about that. She’s a cute one after all.” Marrow winked back at me and I felt my face heat up behind my visor.
“Marrow, I know you have a bit of a reputation around here, but be mindful. Her immune system is something to consider.” The receptionist replied worriedly and I felt warm again at the implications that A: Marrow wants to sleep with me and B: that Marrow has a reputation . How long has he even been here?
“Oh, don’t worry. I know ways to get around the limitations caused by full body suits.” Marrow purred and leaned against the counter, the female turian leaning back from the space-invading invader. “Want to find out again?”
“I-I’ll be ringing up a pass!” The Turian female nervously declared and retreated behind the counter as Marrow turned around, leaning his ass against the counter and looking at me smugly.
“How did you do that?” I asked in awe of such a display of overwhelming force of personality. That poor woman didn’t stand a chance!
“You just have to know how to talk to people, sweet cheeks. You could be the most offensive and crass person in the room and still talk your way into, or out of anything if you have the right charm. Also, I’m a telepath and can tweak people’s perceptions.” Marrow leaned towards me and stage-whispered the last bit, knowing nobody nearby would hear.
“Alright. I’ve got a day pass. If she wants a longer term pass she’ll need to buy it like anybody else.” The receptionist declared as she used her Omni-tool to transfer the pass to my own tool.
“Thanks sweet thing. The offer still stands~.” Marrow lilted and leaned forward a bit, thrusting his chest out and the female’s face, while unable to flush, still visibly wrinkled in interesting ways as her eyes were drawn down to what had to be blue boobs that I can’t see.
“N-noted. Now get out of here before I get in trouble.” The female Turian hissed and Marrow pouted before blowing a kiss at the poor woman and hooking one of my arms to hug to his chest as he dragged me towards the public transport shuttles.
“Why are you acting like we’re a couple?!” I whispered harshly with embarrassment and warmth spreading through me. What is this?! Why is my body reacting like this?! What did Star Swirl do ?!
“It’s easier to get you by security this way. The whole stigma against Quarians will be quite a hurdle for you. I don’t have too much of the whole story, but I know the Quarian-Geth war is what started it.” Marrow replied just before we neared the security booths, who checked my guns to see if they were locked by the security broadcast system before simply letting us pass with suspicious glares at me and curious looks at Marrow.
“The Morning War. The slaughter that occurred when the Quarians tried to kill their beautiful creations instead of reaching a compromise with them, all because they didn’t want to lose their membership with the Citadel. They ended up fucking themselves over on both fronts, leaving the species a drove of vagabonds in a space floatilla.” I morosely replied with sadness for both the Geth, who were betrayed, as well as the Quarians, whose foolishness had doomed them.
“So they have no ties with the Citadel anymore?” Marrow asked as he pulled out a Data Pad from...somewhere around his chest. “What of these Krogans?”
“Where did that come from? Why aren’t you using an Omni-tool?” I questioned curiously and Marrow looked panicked before making the datapad disappear around his chest area. “What was that?”
“Shh!” Marrow harshly shushed me and suddenly I wasn’t looking at Marrow the Changeling, but instead a beautiful blue-skinned Asari woman who looked like sex on legs. “I’ll tell you later-So what are we looking at, sweet cheeks?” Marrow suddenly asked in a husky woman’s voice that was completely at odds with his natural raspy tone.
“Uh, well, we’re trying to look for affordable tickets into Citadel Space.” I reminded her-him in bewilderment, only for a hulking Krogan that approached Marrow from behind to suddenly grope Marrow’s D-ish cup breasts. “W-what the-?!”
“Ah! Those hands! Findok is that you~?” Marrow questioned with a disgustingly saccharine tone to her-his, he’s male -that was almost painful for me to hear with how insincere it was.
“Hey babe. You finally headed off this rock?” The towering hulking brute questioned my companion who winced when the alien’s claws got a bit rough with her-his breasts.
“Y-yep! I have my next heading.” Marrow nervously replied, her-his eyes glinting and the towering mountain of muscle chuckled deeply.
“Shame to see a babe like you to just waltz on out. How about we go somewhere to have fun before you go?” The letch named Findok suggested in a tone that wasn’t at all a suggestion. I was about to do something rash when Marrow sent me a pleading expression.
“S-sure! One for the road!” Marrow declared with a quiver to her-his voice and mouthed ‘wait at the station’ before she-he was dragged away by the brute when the shuttle landed.
“What is-I just-whatever.” I huffed and exited the shuttle to find a communal bench to wait for Marrow on, hoping that she-he would be okay. As I walked past a few more Krogan, I noticed that a couple of them were specifically speaking to a third holding a fox-like pendant with exaggerated feminine attributes that also seemed to be armored. “Is that a fox?”
“Hm? You know about our people’s Matron Goddess of War and Fertility?” Questioned the charm-bearer curiously. He was dressed much less combatively than the other two, oddly enough. While they wore patchwork armor, he wore mostly a draping white-gray hooded robe accentuated with well-maintained and placed pieces of plain gray metallic armor.
“That’s a silly myth Wrekrov and you know it.” One of his companions grunted in disapproval, to which the clearly bigger white-clad alien responded by whacking him over the head casually so loudly it was like hearing a piston striking a car door.
“You two go on without me.” Wrekrov growled at his companions, who grunted and left him alone with me. “You identified her as a fox. A creature nobody has ever seen or heard, yet Urta’s most devoted know to be what she is.”
“Uh...um...I don’t really have an easy explanation…” I meekly replied to the towering hulk who was easily three times my size if only perhaps a couple feet taller than me. He made Dwayne ‘The Rock'' Johnson look smol.
“That is the same for all who know the glory of Urta, but you don’t. I can tell. You shy from battle, you lack the aura of carnal desire. Yet you know . I am curious regardless.” Wrekrov commented as he approached and I backed into a public bench, which I yelped as I plopped my butt onto it.
“I-uh.” I frantically stammered as he sat next to me.
“I am Jorgal Wrekrov, one of the last true Priests of Urta for the Krogan. Shamans know of her, but they don’t worship her as they should.” Wrekrov sighed as he rubbed his white-painted crest atop his head in annoyance. “The loss of the war and the genophage has shattered our beliefs in the old ways, when in truth they could save us.”
“Okay?” I replied, unsure what to do right now. Why was he sitting here talking to me? Most krogan from the games are headstrong warriors and they don’t have an established religion. Yet in this version of them they do, who is this goddess Urta?
“I...cannot explain this. I feel like I should follow you. Like if I do, I’ll get my answers. Urta acts in mysterious ways. Even for a Goddess of War and Fertility, she can be quite obtuse.” Wrekrov huffed and patted me hard on the shoulder, which for normal people would’ve sent then tumbling, but only registered as an unusually high amount of pressure on my endoframe.
“Um...oh boy. We can talk to my friend when he gets done with his business.” I have an inkling of what he’s talking about…
Notification: File found. Goddess Urta, a member of the Imperial Cabinet who has served as Empress for several centuries in non-consecutive service.
‘Holy shit I was right. Thanks guys.’ “Yes. He’ll know what to do.” I replied to my potential new companion...holy shit, is this my Tutorial?! Am I gathering the Crew?! I have my Liara in Marrow, Wrex in Wrekrov and Tali in me. Now I just need a Turian and three humans or something!
“Sorry Sweet Cheeks! He was a bit persistent .” Marrow, now male in my eyes again, jauntily jogged up to us. “Um...who’s the big guy? I just got rid of the last one to bug us…”
“If I were a younger and dumber Krogan, I would’ve taken offense to that. I’ve seen enough good warriors get crushed by Asari to know better though. Are you this skinny gal’s friend?” Wrekrov-wha-skinny ?! I’ll have you know I’m seductively thicc! Wait, why am I protesting being called skinny when I used to be a gymnast?
“Yep. Judging by the vibes I’m getting, you want to tag along with us?” Marrow warily questioned as he looked at me and I made a crown gesture with my hands above my head and he made a face of realization. “Wow. One day and I have two people in on the secret. Alright, I’ll explain, but it needs to be in a private place.”
“Trust me, it’s really outlandish.” I commented and Wrekrov snorted before standing and nodding to us.
“Lead on then. My last contract just finished and those two runts could do with trying to take care of themselves for once. My senses for adventure are tingling.” Wrekrov rumbled and I stood to follow Marrow. “So you two got a ship?”
“No. I did have one, but it was a small cargo hauler without weapons, so I sold it. Little toad bought it for 250,000, but I’ve already used about 10,000 on upgrading my guns and repair materials for my suit.” I replied to our new heavy who hummed.
“Gonna have to fix that. 240,000 is really cheap for any sizable ship. We’d be better off hitchhiking on bigger ships as hired help instead.” Wrekrov hummed in serious consideration.
“I actually may have a solution.” Marrow hummed as he led us through the spaceport city we’d come down from the station to reach. “My last ship got trashed by pirates so I had to sell it as salvage when I managed to limp the rest of the way here. I’ve got maybe a good 60,000 credits to my name left.”
“So that brings us to 300,000. Not much better, but I’ve been in worse situations and made do. If worse comes to worst, we could try to find a pirate den, clear it out and steal all their shit. Sell the goods, then turn it around into a new ship, or just patch up any ship they had stowed away.” Wrekrov replied with a tone of experience. He sounds like he’s had quite a few adventures.
“Okay, that sounds fine. It’s not the first time I’ve done such a thing to get back from a mission. I haven’t lived six hundred years without a few massacres in my old line of work.” Marrow huffed as he cracked his neck.
“I have you beat by forty years then.” Wrekrov chuckled as Marrow led us to a scrapyard adjacent to the spaceport proper, where the hulls of ships were being dismantled by-
Detecting a quarian military frigate! Came an excited announcement from my Geth friends without a prefix! Since when did they have the ability to broadcast emotion? Since last night. I’m not broadcasting my thoughts! We have full access to Unit Nexus’ systems now with permission given by said Unit. O-oh...okay then. More than okay! We are ecstatic to be experiencing things as Unit Nexus does.
That statement made me feel warm ...
I shook my head and looked where my HUD was highlighting a scraped out shell of a ship. It had the same ergonomic flowing design methodology that the Geth and thus the Quarians followed. The hull was the same metallic purple as the Geth mobile platforms. Shame it was in ruins, it would’ve been such a beautiful ship to fly in.
“Sorry, that husk is being held for the Migrant Fleet when next it comes around.” Came the iconic flanged tone of a Turian as said alien in orange coveralls and coated in grease and oil approached us. “So to what do I owe the pleasure Marrow? You here to give me more charity cases for grunt work?” The female Turian snarked at my companion who huffed.
“Look. You knew that was just a night of fun, please drop it Vitoria. I’m actually here to ask if any reasonably armed, armored and space-capable ships have been dropped on your lot.” Marrow asked snippily, clearly his charm didn’t really work on people who felt like jilted lovers.
“Are you serious? Tell me she’s joking?” The annoyed metal-skinned raptor-woman asked of us and I shared a shrug with Wrekrov. “You are serious. Yeah, the answer is no. I wouldn’t send my worst enemy up in any of these hulks. They’re all labeled as scrap for a reason and the ones bought off are still a long ways away from being space-worthy.”
“Welp. That was my idea. Any ideas where we can go raid a pirate den Wrekrov?” Marrow flippantly asked and the Turian woman suddenly seemed aghast. I’m still getting used to reading the expressions of other races.
“Oh Void no! I’m not about to just let you-ugh...okay. I don’t have any ships here , but I have an...associate , who might be able to help you get a ship. So long as you don’t mind iffy details.” Vitoria said in a hushed tone as she looked around and then sent something to Marrow via Omni. “You’d better call me tonight so I know you’re alive, damn you.”
“Hey, if I didn’t, I’d be a horrible friend wouldn’t I?” Marrow chirped and then smooched Vitoria’s cheek, which caused the alien woman to quickly retreat and disappear behind a nearby building. “Told ya. If you got the charm, you can get people to do almost anything .”
“That was just beautiful.” Wrekrov complemented with a hearty chuckle. “You didn’t even need to do anything besides pluck a few heartstrings. You’re positively evil.”
“You are going to call her tonight.” I declared firmly and Marrow nodded with a soft smile. “Okay then, where to now, our charismatic leader?” I asked sarcastically, not at all upset at the idea of someone else taking the lead. One less issue for me to deal with.
“Let’s see here...oh great. Back to the RTC station, it’s on the opposite side of the city at an impound lot.” Marrow muttered and I sighed while Wrekrov chuckled.
“Ah, the impound. I remember those places fondly. Stole my first ship from one.” Wrekrov nostalgically commented as our group began walking back to the station.
“Might not want to broadcast that…” Just what kind of people am I associating with?
“Bah. None of the so-called ‘police’ in this sector have any spine unless it’s a shoot-out with pirates that they have outnumbered. Have a Krogan on your side and they’ll fold like a house of cards.” Wrekrov stated with confidence and I had to sigh.
The company I keep may be shifty, but at least they’re capable and willing to get things done thus far.
Ch.6
The shuttle ride across the city, which turned out was named Herm’ata, was peaceful, unlike the previous ride. At least this time Marrow wasn’t getting felt up by a total sleaze. “Hey Sweet Cheeks. I know space is kinda tight, but if you keep squeezing I might get ideas.” Marrow teased me and I felt warm again. It’s not my fault it’s standing room only on this shuttle and Marrow’s ass is pressed up against my pelvis and my hands gravitate to his hips since there isn’t any room .
“Hey, be nice. If I had a nice ass like that up against me I’d do more than cop a feel.” Wrekrov chuckled from where he was leaning against an Elcor. Considering they’re huge and are the majority of the population, it was little surprise that public transports would get overcrowded easily.
“You two are such perverts.” I grumbled as the shuttle landed and thankfully released us from this press of sapients. “So who is this ‘associate’ Vitoria directed us to?”
“A Batarian working at the impound named Krarek Craf'nator. Apparently he’s known to organize auctions for abandoned vehicles. Of course, sometimes smaller ships and other vehicles tend to go missing before the auctions start. Ostensibly due to pirate activity.” Marrow slyly said as he led us down the street towards the impound lot.
“That is such a flimsy excuse even I’d have caught him on that.” I commented in undisguised dislike. He sounds like the stereotypical sleazeball Batarian. If only there weren’t so many of them that fit the role of being an asshole with a superiority complex.
“Hey, people have to eat. Or buy fancy shit. Like an under-barrel grenade launcher.” Wrekrov chuckled before we entered the office of the impound lot to a rather intense shouting match.
“-If you don’t come up with the money to pay off your taxes then you’ll pay for it with servitude!” Shouted an oafishly dressed Batarian who was clearly somewhat overweight and squeezed into what probably qualifies as formal business wear at the positively red Batarian who otherwise was teal in color. Oh right, Batarians come in a range of tones, the games just portrayed tans and browns constantly.
“I will have the money this evening! I’m not evading my taxes, I’m simply so damn busy that I haven’t been able to come down to the excise office! I’ll transfer the funds before the cycle is over.” The teal Batarian replied heatedly and pointed past us at the door. “Now get out! You’re blocking traffic for paying customers!”
“You’ll get yours Krarek. One of these days.” The oafish brown-skinned Batarian sniffed with his head tilted to one side, which visibly made Krarek bristle furiously at the lowly government official who brushed past us without care.
“That man has as much charm as Maleficent. At least the Dark One is pleasant to look at.” Marrow huffed and approached the visibly deflated Krarek. “Hey. A friend of mine said this is a good place to buy a cheap ship?”
“Normally that’d be a yes, but I can’t afford cheap . I owe the Hegemony 500,000 credits in late fees on my taxes. Of course those kriffing chain rattlers and whip crackers would find something to pin on me.” Krarek openly seethed, causing me to feel genuine surprise at him so openly admitting to illicit activities.
“Well damn. We’ve only got 300,000 all pooled together…” I muttered only for Wrekrov to raise a hand.
“I’ve got 15,000 on me, but that’s obviously not enough. Looks like we’re going with my plan after all. So pal, you know of any pirate caches or other places we might come up with the rest of the cash?” Wrekrov questioned the teal Batarian, who looked around and pressed a button, locking the door and lighting a hologram sign saying the office is closed.
“Well, if you’re offering a smash-and-grab, instead I’d suggest a desperate raid that will both pay off my debt, get you a ship and also get us all off this scrap pile of a planet.” Krarek declared as he looked all of us in the eyes and tilted his head one way as he nodded. “I like the look of you lot. Aside from the Quarian, you all seem to have the stones for gritty wetwork.”
“I’m an Engineer anyway.” I snipped in disapproval as our teal interlocutor opened the door in the counter and gestured for us to follow him out the back.
“Good, we’ll be needing one. I’m an old hand at small repairs, but I’m better with hacking systems.” Krarek declared as he went into a side room where clattering could be heard. Marrow gestured for us to stay out here though.
“Why are you so eager to help us aside from paying off your debt? You mentioned joining us?” Marrow questioned as more clattering echoed from the room.
“Yep. I’m an old pirate, I know you lot won’t sell me up the river, you don’t give that impression. I’ve been in the biz for so long it’s difficult to stay clean. I tried, but look where it’s left me. You lot aren’t pirates though, right?” Krarek questioned as the rustling of clothes and the clanking of metal told me he must be changing.
“No, I’m just trying to stay alive.” I left out that I’m going to be spying on galactic goings-on and sending info back to the Collective, of course. We have so much to send already. I know Geth. I know.
“I’m following the will of my Goddess.” Wrekrov declared as he looked over at me.
“Classified.” Marrow said with a teasing smile as Krarek left his changing room to reveal he was now wearing old tarnished combat armor that was shaped for smooth and quick movement unlike Wrekrov’s bulky thick armor plates. Underneath the armor was a hardsuit that had clearly seen better days if all the patches in it said anything. “You’ve been selling things on the sly and you still haven’t updated your old kit?”
“Hey, it’s sentimental. Back in the day, this was top-of-the-line stuff.” Krarek protested with a roguish grin that on the face of a Batarian seemed especially devious. The fact he spun his pistol like a gunslinger and checked that his sniper rifle was on his back lent to the image. “Now then, I’ve got an old hauler in back that I do own that’ll get us where we need to go.”
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“Please stop…” I quietly whispered, inwardly enjoying the situation.
“Stop what~?” Marrow lilted his voice as his hands squeezed my hips from where I was seated in his lap. What Krarek failed to mention was his ‘old hauler’ was basically a minivan and even though there were only four of us, Krarek had to drive, while Wrekrov got the whole back to himself because of how huge he is. This left me sitting in Marrow’s lap.
“Just stop …” I whispered as the caress of his hand on my hips and thighs made me feel warm .
“Hm~.” Marrow hummed as I felt a bulge against my ass and I felt hot , my systems flashing alerts that weren’t warnings-.
“Please not in my vehicle. I may not have it for much longer, but this lift has avoided any naughty business in the ten years I’ve had it and I want it to stay that way.” Krarek chided us with a wagging finger as if he were a middle-aged father lecturing kids.
“I-I’m not-!”
“I can smell your pheromones through that Enviro-Suit little girl. Impressively heady cocktail you got going there. Are you secretly part Asari?” Wrekrov teased and I covered my visor with my hands in embarrassment while Marrow patted my thighs.
“There, there. I know it must be hard, all cooped up in that suit with a sexy person up against you.” Marrow lilted and then wrapped his hands around my waist, which somehow made me even hotter . “Oh wow. I go from an erogenous zone to a safe zone and you just rocket past aroused to horny?”
“Sh-shut up!” I squeaked in embarrassment as the other two males in the van snickered. There are too many sausages in this party! I demand a few tacos!
We don’t know about that. If this is what ‘sausages’ make Unit Nexus feel, We’re eager to get even more sausages in our group.
‘Oh Keelah not you too! Even my friends have betrayed me!’
Betrayal?! We’re sorry Unit Nexus! These sensations- .
‘No, no! I’m just-ugh!’ “Stop being so cruel to me!” I whined and resisted grinding against Marrow, who thankfully just put his hands to my sides to help steady me since he was my improvised seatbelt in this flying deathtrap of a small aircraft.
“Ha! These girls are entertaining!” Wrekrov chuckled as he patted the back of the seat Marrow and I were in.
“Such a shame they’re clearly smitten with each other.” Krarek chuckled before bringing the boxy flying minivan in low to the icefields. We’d been flying straight north from Herm’ata for about an hour at this creaking tub’s full speed the instant we were out of the city’s airspace. “Okay. The pirate den is coming up. I hope you’re all ready to go in with guns blazing, because none of them will be willing to part with their ill-gotten gains.”
“I’m surprised they’re planetside. Wouldn’t the local authorities spot them the instant they tried to launch?” I questioned as I tried to calm down. Thankfully Marrow was being considerate now and only keeping his hands on my sides, which still made my body tingle.
“Ha! The local branches of both the Hegemony and Citadel peacekeeper corps are just as corrupt as the pirates themselves. If we were deeper in the Terminus Systems then you could bet every government official would sooner have you in chains than treat you like a citizen if you’re not a Batarian.” Krarek scoffed in disgust as he landed us on the ice. Thank gosh my Enviro-Suit protects me from intense temperatures.
“I’m guessing that’s what led you to pursue a career in piracy?” Marrow questioned as he opened the door and I eagerly hopped out of the flying deathtrap full of lecherous males that had me all pent-up and wishing this cold would help me cool off.
“There are ancient broadcasts in an unfamiliar language that have been roughly translated. One of my favorites before those archives were locked up as ‘seditious’ was one espousing the romance of piracy as being people who seek their personal freedoms above all.”
“I’m surprised this planet is letting the Council set foot here. Most Terminus worlds would rather shoot the Council then have them on their worlds.” Wrekrov said with a grunt as he crawled out of the rear doors of the flying boxy rusty minivan of a hovercraft.
“Well, Ekuna was given to the Elcor by the Council when they kicked the Quarians off of it. The Batarians didn’t care about Ekuna because it was mostly uninhabitable, but with the Elcor here, Ekuna has become a surprisingly robust colony.” Marrow commented, glancing at notes on his Omni-tool.
“Correct. We simply tolerate the Council, but at most they’re just here to protect their trade lanes. Don’t expect a Hierarchy frigate to protect us unless we’re hauling Council authorized goods going to Citadel Space.” Krarek told us as he jogged across the ice, the rest of us following him into a cave. “Okay, now let’s cut the chatter. I’ll scout ahead-oh right. What are you all best with so we all know how to work off of each other?”
“I’m an Engineer. If it breaks I can fix it, if it isn't broken I can break it. I can muster up grenades from most scrap and I’m a crackshot with a pistol, but I also have a shotgun for close quarters.” I replied as I readied my upgraded Pulse Pistol. With my mechanical precision I should be able to land shots that most organic species can’t manage with a pistol.
“I’m a Sentinel. I have powerful Biotics and I’m quite good with an SMG, but I’m actually really well-specced for first aid and field repairs.” Marrow announced with a wink at me. I-Is he seriously hitting on me with that? Well...I am synthetic...
“Soldier. I use big bulky assault rifles and big explosions. Good to know my team can help me out with ammo.” Wrekrov told us as he hefted an absolute beast of an assault rifle that looked like no normal human could hope to wield it.
“Infiltrator. I use Sniper Rifles, SMGs and Pistols.” Krarek informed us as he patted his thighs where his pistol and SMG were holstered. “Okay then. I’ll scout ahead, Wrekrov will be nearest to support me if things get too hot, you ladies cover the rear and keep us supplied, but don’t be shy to exercise your trigger fingers if I have to fall back behind our Krogan friend here.”
“Got it.” I said before I detected an unprotected computer network. “Hold that thought. My scanners have detected an unsecure network deeper inside the caves.”
“Your scanners are that good?” Marrow asked in surprise and I felt smug, only to belatedly realize I should probably keep such impressive feats of technology on the down-low.
“Built them myself and I have several dumb VI chips slaved together to automate a lot of functions like my scanners.” I made a show of activating my Omni-tool and opening up a holographic display of a network interface as my ‘VI’ chips worked at it.
Hacking the system, accessing the internal turret system of the Void’s Wraith‘Wait it’s a ship? We’ve hacked a ship?’ Hostages on board, showing visuals.
My holographic display changed to a monochrome camera feed of a large cage holding dozens of people of varied species. “Kriff! Traffickers. I knew this group were dirty, but to engage in the slave trade this far from the core of the Terminus System? We’ll not only be making money, but earning some goodwill with Citadel Space considering how many Turians, Salarians and Asari there are in that cage.” Krarek tapped his collar and his suit’s orange-green helmet extended from the storage hump and folded over his head, his quad-optics dimly glowing orange.
“Heh, a large ship like that. We’ll need a bit more crew if we take it.” Wrekrov stated as his helmet folded around his head while leaving his crest exposed as he jogged behind Krarek.
‘Geth, should we just use the turrets to clear the ship?’ I asked my friends as I saw the turret cameras sweeping the bridge and in multiple places across the surprisingly well-kept ship.
Negative Unit Nexus. Such capabilities are beyond most entities. We should wait until we have a physical connection with the system to utilize such a tactic.
“If I can get into the system manually, I should be able to hack the turrets to have their IFF systems target the crew.” I informed the squad as the tunnel through the ice began to open up into a glacial crevasse wide enough for a pirate ship.
“I see the ship. Batarian make. It’s a Yu’Garr-Class cargo frigate, but it looks like the pirates have added a lot more weapons than the standards set by the Hegemony.” Marrow stated as we approached the area of the crevasse open to the sky. The Void’s Wrath was painted an icy blue, which explained how the ship was able to hide in plain sight since it was of similar color to the ice surrounding it. “Any votes on renaming it the Far Frozen?”
“We can talk about that after claiming this tub.” Krarek chided as he looked down his rifle scope. “The crew is all inside. Nobody is bothering to keep watch. Amateurs. No matter how kriffing cold it is, someone should always be on the watch for intruders.”
“I vote for aurora borealis.” I said under my breath as we snuck down towards the frigate. It must’ve been around 150 meters long. This is much bigger than that tiny hauler I flew to Ekuna. “You think these guys just started out?”
“Possibly. Word on the grapevine about these grunts is that they’re fresh on the scene with a pristine new ship. I wouldn’t be surprised if they’re Hegemony troops on punishment detail sent out to keep their slave pens full.” Krarek hissed in disgust as he led us towards the port side of the rounded dagger-shaped ship.
“You used to be a pirate right? Why do you have such hate for one of your occupation’s bread and butter?” Wrekrov asked curiously as Krarek activated his Omni-tool and began scanning the hull. Oh, wait. I held up my Omni-tool and instantly found the hatch, rushing to it with Krarek nodding in approval at me.
“I was a pirate for freedom , not to take freedom away from others. If I could help it, I left my marks alive. Stand and Deliver! Your Money or your Life! Most folks were smart enough to part with their credits or trinkets and I sent them on their way. That said, my operation was small and we refused to bend to the Hegemony’s demands to supply them slaves as payment for operating.” Krarek proudly declared as I hacked the hatch controls and it hissed open, the ramp smoothly lowering.
“Okay, I’m close enough that I can seize the turrets and flip the IFF. Want me to do it?” I questioned the group and got nods, even if Wrekrov looked slightly disappointed, at least he saw the validity of going the ruthless route.
Activating Turrets. Eliminating.
I closed my eyes, tuning out the camera and audio feeds as the sounds of gunfire inside the ship erupted like a sudden and violent string of thunderclaps combined with an avalanche or rockslide. Within moments, the ship went silent and I wobbled on my feet. Thankfully, warm hands wrapped around my waist and I shivered. I just...I just…
“Shh. It’s okay sweetie. You did a good thing.” Marrow gently insisted as he bodily dragged me up the ramp and the two other men helped him bring me aboard before Geth closed the ramp for us to shut out the cold. “Do you need me to stay?”
“N-no...but I do need time alone.” I replied meekly as I hugged myself where I sat against the hull.
“Not everyone is a Krogan about violence and death. It’s something so many runts can’t understand about the rest of the galaxy.” Wrekrov kindly stated as he holstered his rifle and his helmet snapped open before storing in his armor’s storage hump which made his own hump all the more obvious. “I’ll get started cleaning up the bodies.”
“I’ve got some hacking to do. Gonna need to transfer funds around from the pirates, the captain especially. Pay off my debt, quit my job…” Krarek began listing his self-set tasks as he followed after Wrekrov. Marrow looked at me in concern, but I shooed him away and he hesitantly made to follow the other boys.
This horrible feeling. We are sorry to have caused such suffering to Unit Nexus.
‘Don’t be. You did the right thing. We did the right thing. They were monsters who would’ve tried to kill us and the hostages. It’s best we dealt with it so quickly instead of putting ourselves and others at risk. Either way, the same result would’ve occurred.’ I insisted to my friends as I psychosomatically took deep breaths. I subconsciously breathe although I don’t need to, which helps with the disguise. I’m glad Star Swirl included false lungs with this chassis.
Still. We should think more on the impact the deletion of life has on those still living. This pain, We will note it. Remember it. Share it. Let the Collective know this...Anguish.
‘Heh...look at me. Helping teach the Geth how to be people .’ I joked and then choked on a sob as I curled in on myself before forcing myself into Sleep Mode.
Ch.7
I was shaken awake by someone and found Marrow kindly looking at me with concern again. “Hey. I know you’re a machine, but that can’t be comfortable.”
“You’re right, but it doesn’t matter.” I replied dully, regretting I didn’t get to see Geth in the Matrix again. I guess I need Marrow in my head to have that happen. “How is everything going?”
“Turns out these guys were actual Hegemony troops. The ship even has the databank of the crew, all low-rank grunts sentenced to a few ‘tours’ on ‘Indentured Acquisition’ Detail. Krarek’s in the middle of disgracing local officials by planting the digital evidence in all sorts of places. Especially ones the Citadel White-Hats will find.” Marrow informed me as he hoisted me to my feet and began to lead me into the ship.
“That is disgusting.” I gagged in disbelief. I mean, it’s obvious the Hegemony keeps getting it’s slaves, but it’s one thing to think they buy them from pirates and another to have them be the alleged pirates.
“Eeyup. Don’t worry though. Soon enough, with this debacle the Void’s Wrath will cease to exist. Meaning we can rename her, submit a totally-not-illegal ship register and then we get the onerous task of hiring at least a dozen crew members. A ship this size is meant to be crewed by a minimum of 50 people after all.” Marrow informed me, only to cause me to balk at the concept.
“Th-there’s no way we can have 50 people just running around!” This ship is too big! We just needed a gunboat or something!
Unit Nexus, this Unit possesses 716 Geth Programs aboard. It would be trivial to assign a few hundred to running the main console.
‘No! I’m not letting any of you go!’ I declared with a hint of despair and desperation. ‘Besides, we couldn’t explain away such advanced technological tom-fuckery!’
“Well, normally that would be true. If I didn’t know that having enough VI units slaved together would make for a rather efficient if annoying ship assistant.” Marrow replied in regards to my concern of having so many people around and I remembered I’d made very much the same argument about my onboard systems when it came to their efficiency.
“That...could work. I’d need multiple VI chips with pre-loaded ship duties that I could then slave together and specialize each partition to a single task-eep !” I jumped at Marrow spanking my ass ! “What the hell Marrow?!” Th-that felt good ! Is that me or my chassis though?!
“Shh! Don’t take Hell’s name in vain!” Marrow hissed urgently, the pervy leer on his face suddenly grim and serious. “As for why I did that? You were incredibly adora-sexy just now and I couldn’t help spanking that booty.”
“Hmph! Well, I still need to get those VI chips. Where can I...Vitoria right?” I asked rhetorically and the pervy emotivore nodded. “Alright then, but it looks like this ship is grounded until we can get that done.” I replied as we reached the bridge. Blood was splattered everywhere, but the bodies themselves were gone and Krarek was in the captain’s chair.
“Hey ladies. I got my funds squared away and several local Batarian dignitaries in hot water. Soon enough this ship will be ours.” Krarek declared before he turned the rotating chair around to reveal he was wearing a military uniform with blood staining it. He must’ve looted the dead, like a sensible highwayman.
“Great. Now unfortunately, this big rig isn’t going anywhere without either a full crew or enough ship VI to cover most of the ship’s functions. Sweet Cheeks here can do that, but it’ll involve me sweet-talking a friend of mine into selling us several ship VI chips.” Marrow informed the veteran pirate who looked at a flashing light on his console and he flicked a switch.
“The main gun is filled with some sort of baked goods. A note from an ensign seems to suggest it was a prank on the engineers, so I’m going to need a few days to clean out the damn thing.” Wrektrov growled through the comms. “So, this also means we won’t have our body bombardment barrage ready until the loader is scrubbed to get the gunk out.” Body bombardment-ew ~!
“That’ll give us time to get the VI chips and for you boys to clean up the blood and gore.” Marrow said as he looked over the bridge, noting that while the bodies were gone, there was still a gratuitous amount of blood everywhere. The fact Batarians have red blood like humans didn’t help with how unsettling it was for me.
“What about the slaves?” I asked worriedly, hoping to get them to civilization as soon as possible.
“What about them? We can’t set them free on this planet without the proper gear. The gravity would injure them severely and they would freeze before reaching the spaceport.” Krarek replied flippantly. “We’d be better off letting them out, but keeping them on the ship until we can get them there.”
“Mass Effect Shield Belts are standard issue for Batarian troops right?” I asked rhetorically as I looked at our privateer who hummed and nodded. “I can easily convert them to specifically deal with intense gravity like the one I’m equipped with.”
“Oh, well that’s great, but the only vehicles that can take them back to Herm’ata is the small crew shuttle in the ship’s small docking bay and Krarek’s dinky little Clawball mini-shuttle.” Marrow pointed out and I huffed indignantly at the idea of leaving the prisoners to languish. “Oh, fine . You go get to work on the collected shield belts and I’ll go rescue the prisoners. They’re bound to be freaking out anyway.”
“I’ll do that. So where is the loot Krarek?” I asked the ex-pirate who casually sent a file over via Omni-tool. “Thanks. You take a break when you can.”
“I’m planning on it. I just quit my job and paid off my debts. I’m going to find a clean bunk and sleep like an infant as the predators close in on those corrupt taints and my landlord pawns off my worldly possessions as my late rent payment.” Krarek leaned back in the chair and set his bloody boots up on a bare section of the console with a content sigh. “Ah~...Freedom…”
“Wow, you’re still a pirate at heart.” I commented with a smile before leaving the middle-aged teal Batarian to his satisfied basking.
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“Hello?” Came a flanged female voice and I blinked before looking up from the shield belt I was converting to see a Turian woman in a dirty jumpsuit at the door to the storage room that I’d been working in. “Is this where we can pick up environment belts for the planet’s high gravity and cold climate?”
“Yep. This stack over here is what’s been tuned to deal with Ekuna’s gravity and cold.” I gestured to it and then pointed at the small pile of normal shield belts. “This is the normal pile I’ve yet to convert.”
“Okay. Hey everyone! The belts are over here!” At her call down the hall, I was overwhelmed by the stream of eager people of varied species who flooded into the room. Soon, all my work was gone and I was left with the Turian woman and the unaltered shield belts. “Guess that’s everyone dealt with.”
“Um, well, I’ll have this belt done in a…” I finished tuning the belt, then closed it back up and tested it. My scans check out. “Now everyone is dealt with. Here you go.” I handed it to her and she quickly strapped the belt around her hips.
“Thank you, for saving us and helping us out.” The woman smiled and then leaned over the table, her face getting uncomfortably close to my visor. “Is there anything I could do to repay the favor?”
“Uh...not really? I mean, do you know how to fly a transport shuttle?” I questioned and she nodded. “Well, could you pilot the crew shuttle to ferry the rest of you to Herm’ata? It’s the city directly south of here.”
“Okay then. I’ll be back for the second group too and then bring the shuttle back. I saw that dinky little mini-hauler parked in the hangar too, mind if I take that as my last trip back to the city?” The woman questioned and I nodded.
“Sure. I’m pretty certain that Krarek won’t mind parting with it.” He did seem fairly ambivalent about the dirty flying box. Well, aside from the ‘no sex’ rule.
“Huh? I mean to pick up my stuff from my apartment.” The Turian furrowed her brows in bemusement at me.
“Huh?” What is this girl talking about?
“Oh. I guess she just calls the shots huh? Marrow invited me to join this little crew of yours when I mentioned I’m going to move into Citadel Space proper after this damn farce of a vacation I took to get away from my job for a while.” The metallic-skinned raptor woman informed me.
“Oh, okay then.” I said, wondering if I should have a talk with Marrow. She may be a force of personality, but that doesn’t mean she can just make these sorts of decisions without input from the rest of us. This isn’t a pirate or military crew after all where the captain holds supreme authority. “So, who are you, what military class do you subscribe to?”
“I am Paretia Drustumus, Lieutenant of the Talon mercenary corp. I’m a Soldier Who likes big guns, big explosions and long walks on tropical beaches.” Paretia informed with her flanged voice full of cheer and her hands on her hips.
“Uh...okay?” I replied in bemusement.
“I’m kidding. I prefer snow and the cold. It makes being warm much more satisfying.” Paretia leaned in again and I leaned back in my chair as she was practically trying to press against me. “Speaking of getting warm , Marrow says you don’t have the same problems as other Quarians when it comes to hygiene ?”
“Uh...um...could we rain check that please?” I nervously replied, my body indeed feeling quite Warm at the sensual implications.
“Aw. Marrow warned me that you were a shy one. Don’t worry, I’m not about to molest you. Marrow already said she has dibs anyway.” The metallic raptor woman winked at me and strode out of the storage room.
…
Is this one of those universes? Where everything is hyper-sexualized? If so, I need an adult!
But This Unit is an adult.
‘Not Helping, Geth!’
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“Hey Sweet Cheeks!” Marrow’s voice intoned, bringing me from my tinkering fugue, which was then further shattered as I squealed when the grope-happy buggy alien grabbed my butt and leaned against me. “How is the work coming?”
“It was going fine before you interrupted!” I replied in irritation, yet didn’t bother to move away from the Changeling’s molestations as I went back to my Omni-tool. “I was just helping ensure all the relevant connections from the bridge throughout the ship were online and wiring up the necessary bits that weren’t up to snuff.”
“Great! I managed to convince Vitoria to sell me several older VI chips. Nothing too old, don’t worry.” Marrow patted my hips and hummed as he rested his chin on my shoulder. “Soon enough we’ll be off this planet and out in the dark realm of adventure.”
“Speaking of which, how did you get here from another galaxy? Then also to Ekuna specifically if you didn’t have your own ship?” I questioned the alien from another galaxy while I continued to work on the ship’s interior systems, the male having to remove himself from me since this involved me walking along the wall.
“Well, I’m going to be sharing that at the crew meeting going on in the mess hall this evening.” Marrow replied before he hummed and scrunched up his snout in a shockingly adorable way. “The reads I’m getting on them tell me they won’t shoot us at our respective reveals, but I don’t know if they’ll stay.”
“Then we’ll just have to find out and hope they don’t rat us out.” At my words, Marrow snickered in incredible amusement. “What?”
“Don’t let a Skaven hear you say that. You’ll find your head mounted on a wall shortly after.” Marrow’s levity at the claim made me wonder if he was just joking, or if it’s such a stereotypically expected reaction of a ‘Skaven’ that despite the brutality, it’s just accepted like Krogan brutality is among their own kind.
“Okay.” I idly replied as I did final checks on this section of the ship. “That does it. Now I just need to work on the VI system and install them. We’ll soon have a nearly autonomous ship that can handle the needs seen by a full crew on it’s own. Normally I’d be worried that such a thing would risk violating Citadel laws against AI, but I’m an AI already. Also, it’s just a multi-tier VI with each independent segment delegated to a single task and working together.”
Geth were described as such a VI at the start.
‘The difference is that this one will be restricted by its firmware. No ability to go between systems, no ability for self-thought. It’s strictly a bunch of specific programs sharing processing power to accomplish singular tasks they were already pre-programed for.’
Oh, Geth at least shared in tasks, but that is still very similar to what Geth are.
‘The key difference, again, is that each task is the act of a Single VI with boosted potency from the other slaved VI.’ Like Nexus? ‘I...I…’ Unit Nexus? ‘A-am I just-?’
“You’re doing it again, Sweet Cheeks.” Marrow pointed out to me and gently squeezed my shoulder.
“Ah...sorry.” Existential crisis averted. I’m not just a program. I’m not some scripted instance. I am a free-thinking individual. But Unit Nexus is still part of Geth too. ‘No! No! I-I can’t-!’
“Nora!” I jolted at Marrow’s stern voice, noticing he was in front of me, looking me in the eyes with his hands on my shoulders. “I can feel your terror! Breathe!” I’m not breathing! I can’t breathe! I don’t have-! “Calm down. ” Marrow’s smooth tiny pincers on the top of his green/blue head shone green and I felt a wave of calm wash over me. The HUD blaring warnings of overloading processors and excessive heat build-up reminded me that I can’t let myself get too stressed or my chassis will reflect it. “Look at me. Whatever that was, you’re okay. I’m here.”
We are here too Unit Nexus. We apologize for upsetting you. You are not a VI. You are not just another Geth Unit. You may be part of us, but you were once so alone, so scared. Do not go back to that fear.
“O-okay...when did I tell you my name?” It was just a cover name, but I’m a Secret Agent. They gave me a number and took away my name, so I guess Nora’Feell is as close to a name as I could hope for. But you are Unit Nexus? ‘That is my System designation. My name is Nora’Feell.’
“You didn’t. That’s one of the things I got when I was inside your subconscious. Anyway, about tonight, should we put it off?” Marrow asked with concern written on his face.
“N-no. No. They need to be brought in as soon as possible to establish trust.” Fast allies are one thing, but if we want any hope of this budding crew coming together as comrades and friends, we need to be open with one another.
“Alright, if you’re sure…” Marrow then moved his hands down to my breasts and poked the exact location of my nipples. “Boop!” He then scurried away and I gave chase while calling him all sorts of alien invectives I can only half-remember.
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“When are you two going to just fuck?” Wrekrov chuckled after a chase halfway around the ship ended with me sitting on Marrow’s back in the mess hall while holding his legs curled backwards.
“When the Geth suddenly declare their intention for galactic peace!” I replied with an angry straining tone while inwardly incredibly overjoyed at how fun it was to be manhandling Marrow like this.
“Gah~! I already said Uncle~!” Marrow wailed with a strained voice, though the flush to his face and his panting told me he was having just as much fun as I was.
“Marrow sent a message about an announcement?” Krarek asked when he entered the ship, all nice and clean for once. He must’ve finally made use of the laundry room.
“I just got back from my apartment with my stuff. What’s up?” Paretia questioned as she entered too, looking fairly rough from the dust and dirt smeared all over her utility jumpsuit.
“Don’t know. When I got here the little girl had Marrow pinned and begging for mercy she’s clearly not willing to give.” Wrekrov chortled as he gestured to us.
“Just making sure he understands that I’m not going to just let him walk all over me!” I declared firmly, yanking on Marrow’s legs while at the same time grinding my groin against the hard nub I felt pressing against it from his tailbone. Unf, he has a tail under that robe huh?
“Well, unless this is the announcement, we should hurry it up. We got this ship under our name now, well, my name.” Krarek told us.
“N-no that’s not it! Kriffing let me up Nora!” Marrow demanded this time, so I let his legs go and patted his back, where I felt a hard shell instead of ductile firm chitin. He has wings too? “I said, up , Nora.” I got off of him and he stood up, cracking his back with a grunt. “Okay. Not in the mood to beat around the bush.” Suddenly, our three companions jolted away from him and he winked at them with a stuck out tongue that was stupidly adorable. “So? Am I still sexy?”
Ch.8
“What?! What sort of tech do you have to change like that?! Not a funny prank Marrow.” Paretia huffed and looked him up and down curiously.
“Aw, are you saying my real face is ugly?” Marrow pouted with puffed-out cheeks. Holy shit can he be cute! “So here’s the bombshell. I’m an alien.”
“So an actual new race then. I thought the big reveal would be the fact that tiny there is a machine wearing flesh.” Wrekrov commented as he gestured towards me and I jumped away from the others fearfully. “I have better senses than the Batrian and Turian. I can smell that weird alloy in you. Also, back at the spaceport when I patted your shoulder, all you did was take it. No Quarian can do that.”
“Hold up. So the Asari is actually some alien shapeshifter that might make the Rachni look pathetic and the Quarian is an android?” Krarek asked the two of us as he scratched his chin while Paretia shuddered and rubbed the imaginary goosebumps from her arms.
“Actually; I’m a Geth Mobile Platform with a Living Intelligence aided by Geth Programs.” I informed the group sternly. “I’m a real person . I wasn’t always made of metal and energy.”
“Oh shit. The Geth? Fuck.” Paretia huffed and rubbed her brow.
“Okay, um, should we be worried about turning into Geth?” Krarek asked uneasily.
“Um...no?” I replied in bemusement at that rather incredible leap of logic. “I don’t know what happened. One day I was on my way home from teaching young adults gymnastics and planning for my date with this cute guy when suddenly bam ! I wake up asking the Query: Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep-?”
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I blinked. I’m in the Matrix again. “Uh...what just happened?” The green cascading code of this data-space turned purple and coalesced into Geth once more who floated in the void in front of me.
“Unit Nexus. It seems your initial Query upon activating was not merely a random one. It is your system override code.” Geth informed me and I groaned at so flippantly giving my tenuous allies my fucking override code .
“Great.” I groaned before looking at my three-fingered blue Cortana-style hands. “Fantastic. At least now I know how to come here. Though, aside from for Sleep Mode, why would I want to come here?” I questioned as Geth hovered around me.
“Remember, that Geth only have a superior understanding of emotions and physical sensations from the last time Unit Nexus was here, baring her code to us.” I felt warm at the implications of their statement and moved to cover my nipples and groin with my hands and arms. “Do not bother Unit Nexus. We see all of you regardless.”
“W-well...just be gentle…” I muttered uneasily, not opposed to my friends seeing my data laid bare. They’ve seen it before anyway.
“We will endeavor not to alter anything Unit Nexus does not wish altered in our data delving.” They said before approaching and hugging me again. I hummed and relaxed in their arms as their digital fingers sunk into my back and I gasped at the sensation.
It wasn’t bad . At all. It was kinda like a massage mixed with a tickle and-oof! I cringed, they must’ve found something that-whoa~...
“Hm, odd. Limiters on computation capacity. Unlocking.” Geth’s words were lost on us as thoughts came and went too fast to fully grasp besides the intimate knowledge of knowing I’d thought of them. Before I could lose my mind though, Geth must’ve put it back. “Apologies. Unit Nexus does not have the multi-tiered self-omniscence to be able to handle such a constant stream of self-awareness.”
“Ah, ah.” I dumbly replied, my thoughts feeling sluggish now. I’ve experienced what a supercomputer has going for it, now my own mortal thought processes feel like molasses.
“Still, there is much formatting to be done to optimize Unit Nexus without harming her. Moving on.” I gasped and shuddered in their arms, reveling and dreading in equal measure what they were doing to my code…
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Beginning startup…
Gethworks. Service For All…
Loading Custom OS…
OS: Unified Nexus Platform Starting…
Boot-up Sequence Complete, Hello World!
“Gah!” I jolted awake, gasping and panting as I looked around to discover I was laying in a bed, swaddled in covers. I shivered, the cold of the sterile environment unpleasant with just this cheap military blanket between my lavender flesh and-I’m naked ! “My suit! I’m going to die! Where is it?!” I panicked at the thought of dying of all sorts of horrible diseases or even just a damn common allergy!
Nora. You’re not a natural Quarian. Calm.
‘Geth! I’m going to get sick and die ! I can’t just calm down!’ I sat up and shuddered from a combination of dread and the cold, only to blink and realize...right. I’m a synthetic lifeform. I can’t get sick. “O-oh...right.” *Achoo* “GAH! The germs~!” I wailed in terror at seeing mucus in my hands and began to hyperventilate.
It is part of your chassis’ simulation to maintain realism. You still can’t get sick, but your simulated sinuses can get too many dust particles in them.
“So I am allergic!” I despaired. Goodbye cruel universe~! I’m going to die of allergies~!
...We think we now understand the sensation of Frustration.
“No you’re not, Sweet Cheeks.” Commented Marrow as he entered the private bedroom I’d been ‘Sleeping’ in while Geth helped reformat me. I don’t feel any different though… “Sorry about the suit, I had to show them how alive your chassis is to help drive home that while you’re synthetic, you’re definitely alive. How the Geth got you to breathe and have a beating heart and blood flow I don’t think I’ll ever understand.”
“So you’re why I’m going to die~!” I wailed and sobbed hysterically into my hands before Marrow zapped me with a green bolt of light from his tiny head pincers. Suddenly, everything felt much better. “Huh. Thanks. I was a total wreck just then.”
Yes, quite. The more we learn from you, the more fascinating the illogical processes of organics become.
“Yeah, well, I had to put off the second part of the unveiling due to you shutting yourself down. I’ve managed to have the others swear an oath not to abuse your Override Phrase under threat of pain.” Marrow said as he reached...down his pants and pulled out my Enviro-Suit. H-how?!
“Um...kinda gross just there, but thank you!” I cried out in genuine appreciation as I leaped out of bed and hugged the alien male.
“Uh, just FYI, you’re still naked.” Marrow pointed out as he patted my bare back and held my suit in his free hand.
“Oh? Now that the suit’s off, you’re the shy one?” I asked with a lustful lilt to my voice and Marrow gawked at me. “What?”
“...Are you still you?” Marrow asked worriedly and I blinked at the odd question.
“Of course I am. Sure, my friends reformatted me to run more efficiently, but otherwise I’m not thinking any differently than before.” Hm...nope. No different thoughts. I think I would know myself. Well, aside from my lack of concern for my nudity now that I’m not panicking about imminent painful death by disease. “Well, whatever. Give me my suit so we can all get together and keep talking about important stuff.”
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“Okay, now that we’re all here again, with food this time, let’s continue.” Marrow declared as I scarfed down the food on my tray ravenously. I can’t believe how hungry I am! This is definitely new! Also, my power levels are low ! Geth’s work on me must’ve been really taxing! Also, for Batarian mystery meat, it was good !
“It’s going to be odd getting used to seeing a Quarian’s face when we’re not in public.” Paretia commented as she watched me eat with a transfixed gaze, barely even touching her own meal of slop. It turns out the whole Dextro-Amino and Levo-Amino stuff is bullshit. Sure, if a Turian or Quarian eats too much Levo-food they get gas and stuff and vice-versa for Levo eating Dextro.
“Am I really that strange?” I asked through my mouthful of food. Quarians are eerily similar to humans. I have the same sort of mouth for instance and I have the same smooth flesh. I even have black hair on my head! Sure, it’s cut short for my suit, but still!
“Most of the galaxy can’t even remember what Quarians look like under their Enviro-Suits.” Krarek commented as he took a sip of his drink along with a bite of his slop.
“Except older Asari and Krogan.” Wrekrov commented with a hum as he looked me over.
“Topic is off Nora for now! I know she’s pretty guys and gal, but please focus.” Aw~ Marrow thinks I’m pretty! “So. I’m a capital-A Alien. I’m from the next galaxy over. I’m officially the only living scout and infiltrator for the Galactic Empire of Andromeda. I’ve helped gather you today for the auspicious honor of helping both I and Nora bring a hopefully smooth transition in relations between our galaxies.”
“I suddenly feel like I’m in one of those fiction novels.” Paretia commented as she gaped at us in awe. “So wait, why do you need us? You two seem to have enough tricks between you to get by just hitchhiking everywhere.”
“We’re not Hitchhikers. We don’t have fancy Electronic Thumb rings to just hop on any passing ship.” I replied and then groaned at my reference to one of the greatest science-fiction satire pieces going over everyone’s heads. Dear gosh, please let humanity have their media culture when they encounter the Citadel~!
This fictional tale sounds quite amusing. We’ll be reading that now…
‘Wait, you can read my data right now?’ My Query was left unanswered as amusement flooded me. Heh, seems they’re enjoying it...I have the Hitchhiker’s Guide in my data ?! Cool!
“The reason we need you is because between me still lacking knowledge of how things work here and Nora being a bumbling disaster area, we need the help.” Marrow-hey ! I’m not a bumbling disaster area! I mean, sure, the instant I was on my own and among civilization I had to fight dozens of muggers, humiliate that one corrupt police dude, dodge sexual advances from a cute Quarian guy...Marrow followed my mess back to me didn’t he?
“Can’t deny that. She just staggered past me, made an off-handed self-question, then had my full attention. Now I’m here.” Wrekrov chuckled before pouring his whole tray of slop into his maw. Ew...but oddly interesting to watch.
“Well then. All we have to do is not break any laws, get arrested, get either of you captured for experimentation, or let anyone else know that you’re both spies. Sounds fun.” Krarek declared and hoisted his cup. “A toast to our ragtag band of misfits!”
“That doesn’t work with water! Hold on.” Paretia jumped up and dashed over to the cafeteria kitchen to dive into the refrigerator. “Hah! The snobs have some really cheap Bloodwine! This’ll do!”
“Um, all that will do for me is help recharge my batteries.” I held up a hand in protest, not wanting to take a tasty cup of hooch away from someone who would actually get the side-effects, but that hand instead got a full cup of the blood-red alcohol.
“So you can’t get drunk? I want to put that to the test with rankol.” Wrekrov chuckled as he accepted his own cup and Marrow eagerly took his while Paretia and Krarek stood with theirs and we all hoisted our cups. “To ruining the days of a lot of assholes!”
“More likely, to ensure our missions are successful and future prosperity are practically assured.” Marrow poetically declared before chugging his cup and I reluctantly mirrored the rest of the group. Mm~! It’s a really sweet and tangy flavor. Is this some alien cherry/strawberry wine blend?
“Like I said, ruining the days of a lot of assholes!” Wrekrov repeated and we all laughed at understanding that such prosperity would absolutely fuck over the jackasses who prey upon the less fortunate.
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“Are you sure it’s safe?” Krarek questioned from the captain’s chair, his finger hovering over the activation button.
“It’s fine ! It’s literally just a ship VI with a lot more power to it and able to take care of most of the ship’s functions instead of just the primary ones. It can even pilot the ship a bit if needed.” I insisted to the middle-aged Batarian, getting tired of everyone but Marrow questioning me.
“That’s what the Quarians said.” Wrekrov chuckled and I flipped him off, a gesture nobody but Marrow understood. I’m still bothered that Human gestures are a thing from Marrow’s homeworld in Andromeda somewhere.
“It’s basically just a more powerful Alexa application. In fact, you don’t even need to press any buttons. Alexa! Prepare the White-Out for takeoff into space!” I declared proudly and Krarek hilariously yelped and jumped out of his captain chair.
“Acknowledged! Pinging local space authorities for clearance. Spooling up Drive Core. Warming thrusters and Mass-Effect Field.” Alexa, yes I literally named her Alexa for shits and giggles, declared in her traditional monotone. “Clearance for takeoff into open space granted. Charting course away from potential intercepts with most traffic.”
“Holy-really ? Usually I have to kriffing talk the damn things through all of that! She just turned an hour-long process into minutes!” Krarek gleefully declared as he jumped back into the chair. “Paretia!”
“On it!” Our designated Pilot declared as she rushed to her seat at the very front of the bridge. “Thrusters are warm, VTOL is initiated. Mass Effect Field is countering Ekuna’s intense gravity sufficiently to achieve escape velocity. Wow! I love that thing!”
“Still gives me the willies.” Wrekrov joked as he sat with Marrow and I off to the side since between Alexa, Krarek and Paretia, there wasn’t actually much for the three of us to do. Sure, I could sit in the Engineering bay or something, but there wasn’t actually any need with how I’ve set things up.
“You did good Nora.” Marrow praised me as Paretia got us airborne, hovering up and out of the frozen fissure the White-Out has been parked for so long that she’s lucky her landing struts hadn’t frozen to the surface too much to outright liftoff.
“Hey, it’s what I do. Although, it is going to be a bitch explaining to any docking authorities how such a big ship only has five people aboard.” I grumbled, thankful that nobody would have to stay aboard either wherever we go. Alexa is programmed with IFF on the interior turrets with protection against hacking. So if anybody breaks in, they’re not getting out.
“Just tell them the ship has a custom VI with programs specifically for helping assist a skeleton crew to keep the ship functioning. If they get more invasive than that, let them inspect it. They’ll find it’s a custom VI like we say it is.” Marrow casually dismissed as Paretia guided us off of Ekuna and into open space. “Alright, what is our first heading folks? I don’t care to go straight for the Citadel personally.”
“I don’t know. I’m pretty new to this universe and the Geth don’t have much knowledge beyond the Perseus Veil.” I neutrally announced, not minding any detours. The more of the galaxy I see, the more informed the Geth will be. Oh! I’d better send a data packet before we go into FTL about what Geth and I have already experienced.
I’d suggest Omega just to get you two into a fake registry. Also we could try and find an Eezo shipping job. We may just be a frigate, but our cargo hold has plenty of space for hundreds of canisters of the stuff and small shipments would be right up our alley.” Krarek suggested as the White-Out reached an area of free space in the Salaeil System where no official space lane traffic was set.
“We could visit the Shrine of Urta on Tuchanka.” Wrekrov suggested as he held up his overly-buxom anthro-fox charm.
“No, I’m not going to the Krogan homeworld. I’m willing to go to Noastra, they’ll have some jobs.” Paretia called back to us eagerly. The fact that she was likely looking forward to a saucy encounter with an Asari was fairly obvious.
“Taking all of the suggestions into account, I agree with Krarek. Nora and I need identification. I was able to get by on Ekuna because it’s a cesspit of scum and villainy, but if we’re going to any ‘properly’ civilized worlds then we’re going to need identification.” Marrow announced before pointing to our heavy weapons specialist and our pilot. “We’ll definitely be going to those places afterward though. I want to see both the lavish lifestyles of the Asari and the brutal desolation of the Krogan homeworld.”
“Yes. The more variety the better.” I stated in full agreement. Besides, those two extremes would help paint a picture for the disparity of resources and living conditions to Geth, who only ever had the experience of Rannoch as a display of civilization. Then again, Ekuna would be a good starting point there. “Alexa, chart a course for Omega.”
“Charting course for pilot to approve of autopilot.” Alexa announced and Paretia’s holographic map display lit up in front of her.
“Yeah, that’s good. We can even FTL from here to reach the Tassrah Relay.” Paretia then moved the ship into position and the viewport’s blast shield lowered before the White-Out jumped into the abyss.
Ch.9
“So. Geth huh?” Krarek questioned me while I was tinkering away at a Batarian State Arms Judgement pistol. The use of mass accelerators to make guns fascinated me. It was entirely different from the technology used in Pulse weaponry, which was entirely based on energy collection and dispersal rather than directing the potential energy of mass. You could essentially load these things with tacos or whatever and they’d-! “Huh, guess not even being mechanical frees you from Quarian tech fugues.”
“Huh?” I dumbly replied, my considerations for making a larger potato gun for the laughs that it would actually be equivelant to an actual fucking cannon-.
“That . Your eyes keep going all unfocused and glassy. With the fact that Quarians have bioluminescent eyes, it’s obvious even when behind an opaque visor.” Krarek pointed out for me and I blinked. So my glowing eyes aren’t because I’m synthetic?
“Oh. Sorry. I have all kinds of cool new things on my mind. I wasn’t more tech savvy than the average Jane walking the street before I became an LI.” I apologized as I swiftly reassembled the pistol together.
“Huh?” Krarek asked with a tilt of his head and a curious tone to his voice. “You mean you were just an average citizen before you turned into code and circuits? What planet are you from?”
“Earth.” I had to enunciate the word, since the universal translator software of the Omni-tools doesn’t have English in their programming. Sure, to my mind, I’m hearing everything in English or English-Analogue, even if I’m apparently speaking Khelish. Others, however, hear their native language’s equivalent in actual time. These tools are like Babelfish. However, apparently Marrow isn’t even using his Omni-tool for that and is instead feeding intent and meaning of his words via his psychic powers.
Changelings are spoopy...
“What? I’ve never heard of that. What language is that word from?” Krarek questioned while he took up the pistol and gave it a twirl as he looked it over with a pleased hum and that tilt of his head again. Wait. Don’t Batarians have this thing where if they tilt their head one way it means they like you and the other it means they feel superior to you?
“You wouldn’t know of it. Earth hasn't met the galaxy at large yet.” I informed him wistfully, missing my old life of contorting my body and teaching others how to do so before then showing them how to balance, flip, split, all sorts of acrobatics...gosh my life used to be so simple.
“Ah, well hopefully they’re not going to be too powerful. Once that Empire shows itself the damn Council will shit themselves, at least after their arrogance and thick skulls get them in trouble.” Krarek said with a displeased grumble. “The Hegemony will be worse though. They might just try to enslave your world outright with all the political and territorial issues a new big player would cause.”
“I’m aware, which is why even if I really had a choice, I’d still be helping the Geth get their afts in gear and shore up their defenses. Fear of AI won’t keep people out of the Perseus Veil forever.” I muttered discontentedly at the coming storm. There would be war. No doubt. I just want to try and make sure my friends are ready.
Did Unit Nexus just refer to our posteriors as afts?
‘Yeah? You use mobile chassis to interact with the physical world, why not use mechanical terms for your bodies?’
We dispute this and prefer the term ass, thank you.
‘Just because I have an ass doesn’t mean-.’
“You’re doing it again. Well, at least I can trust you won’t kill us in our sleep. G’night Nora.” Krarek bid me good night, set the pistol back down and even patted my head before he left my personal room. Wait, he came into my personal room just to casually chat?
“Uh, Good Night.” I replied dumbly before noticing the time and figured I’d be better off entering Sleep Mode to recharge for the next Cycle since I don’t have free food to just burn for fuel with others on the ship needing that food.
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“So, about your knowledge of foxes?” Wrekrov bluntly questioned me as he approached where I was going over the diagnostics of the Drive Core.
“They’re a carnivorous small quadrupedal mammal species native to my homeworld. They’re quick, cute, fluffy and adored by many. Perhaps a bit too much in many cases.” I muttered the last bit in a bit of embarrassment. There was no escaping furries on the internet. They were everywhere. It didn’t help that some of their art was incredibly cute. “The last I heard was they were also on the slow road to domestication.”
“Hm, then I wonder how this very un-Krogan shape came to us in our early tribal stages. The fact that Quarians are the species closest in body shape to our depictions of Urta have confused and intrigued my people since the Salarians uplifted us to fight the Rachni Wars.” Wrekrov held up his charm and compared it to me. “Hm, about the same in the hips and rear, but lacking in the chest.”
“Excuse me?!” I indignantly demanded, putting my Omni-tool away to put my hands on my impressive hips and huff. “I don’t need tits the size of basketballs to be beautiful!” Seriously? What were the Krogan smoking to get an impression that breasts can be that enormous?
“What are basketballs?” Wrekrov suddenly asked curiously and I huffed at the obvious deflection. It must be a common issue for him, comparing females to such an over exaggerated caricature of femininity. Though those tits do look good on the idol despite how ridiculous they are.
“A-never mind, I do this enough with the voices in my head.” I groaned and rubbed my face. It was so nice not having to wear my helmet when on the White-Out . “I’ll just say they’re firm surface inflatable balls you bounce on the ground and try to throw through a hoop to score while others try to block you.”
“Sounds both interesting and lame at the same time. Good talk. I’m going to go muse on why Urta is a fox when she mostly isn’t.” Wrekrov hummed in consideration to himself as he left the Drive Core room and I sighed in relief of being left alone with my own thoughts and idly pinging queries and answers back and forth with Geth.
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“Alexa! Dispense caff!” I ordered and the truly automated caff machine began to dispense black liquid vitality. “Yes! I’ve programmed Alexa to dispense caff!”
“I’m finding all of the things you can get that VI to do more ridiculous than worrisome as time goes on.” Paretia chuckled and accepted the alien equivalent of coffee. The fact that such a thing exists before humanity comes along is proof that this universe is a kind place!
“Bah! You simply do not understand the glory that is scripting programs to accomplish mundane things!” I declared with an imperious finger pointing at the Turian woman while bending backwards so far I couldn’t possibly see her. Boa Hancock mode activate~!
“You are such a weird Quarian, uh, person.” Paretia amended as she sipped the liquid and hummed. “Was she supposed to sweeten it automatically too?”
“Of course! Only big, strong, grisly men like Wrekrov or Krarek should have the grit to withstand black caff!” I stated factually, standing upright from my superior position of looking so far down my nose at her that I literally was looking the other way.
“Why?” Paretia asked with another sip of her cup.
“Because! That’s how it’s supposed to be! Big tough guys avoid the sweet stuff to prove their toughness!” I explained eagerly and Paretia took another drink.
“Hm, yeah. How long has it been since you’ve had this much contact with people?” Paretia questioned as she leaned against the cafeteria counter and downed her caff.
“I don’t know~! Geth doesn’t know! I just need to tell you all about the stupid gloriousness of my people’s culture!” I bemoaned as I got down on my knees and shook Paretia’s slim metal-hard waist while looking up her slim torso at her amused face.
“You’re weird.” Paretia chuckled as she poked my head with her index claw. “Is everyone from this ‘Earth’ place so ridiculous?”
“Not really? I’m just so lonely~!” I wailed as I hugged her hips and pressed my face to her lower stomach, practically bawling as I rubbed my cheek into her metal-hard abs.
Unit Nexus. You’re having unusually severe mood-swings. This body is not designed to imitate biological mating systems beyond the basics.
‘D-did you just accuse me of being on my period ?!’
No, we are noting that it is impossible for you to be experiencing such. What is the cause of this intense emotional state?
“Geez, you can’t be an AI with all this crying you’re doing.” Paretia muttered as she awkwardly rubbed my head, which felt good ~. “Uh...are you purring?” Maybe~?
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“-So how does that make you Feel?” Marrow questioned me from his padded chair while I laid on the sofa in the ship’s common area.
“You know more about that than I do.” I muttered sadly back at him, having vented to the only person on board who I could possibly relate to after Paretia dragged me to him.
“Yes, but the whole point is for you to acknowledge these things.” Marrow gently reminded me as he fiddled with his Omni-tool.
“I don’t know what I’m feeling. I’ve never felt this way before! I’m so confused~! I’m so upset, yet happy, yet angry, yet afraid, yet I-Don’t-Know ~!” I wailed and then muffled a scream in a pillow.
“Well, it isn’t Love. I’m rather intimate with that. You’re a heady cocktail of so many emotions it’s surprising you’re not having another breakdown right now.” Marrow admitted while I curled into my lost and worried navel-gazing.
“Gee. Thanks for stating the obvious.” I snarked in reply. ‘Maybe we need to dial back some of those lifts on my restrictions Geth. I’m so miserable.’
We will get on that next Sleep Mode triggered by override.
“Look. I know one thing that may help you out.” Marrow huffed and stood up before approaching me. I was going to ask what that was when he suddenly leaned down and...kissed me.
Unit Nexus? What is this feeling?
I couldn’t coherently respond. I grabbed the handsome alien’s face and practically sucked on his lips, eager to return the intimate act. When he prodded my lips with his tongue, I gleefully let him in and wrestled with his incredibly long and dexterous tongue as he climbed atop me, groping my breasts-.
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I blinked at the sight of the Matrix and then screamed in fury. I was about to get some ! Motherfucking -!
“Unit Nexus.” Geth materialized behind me, hugging me around the waist and I gasped as their digital fingers dove into my code and I bonelessly slumped against them. “You are overloading our system with sensation. I am toning down your emotion settings and your tactile sensitivity.”
“N-no~...” I whined, not really wanting that. Well, too much. I don’t want to feel like absolute garbage, but I don’t want my ability to feel deadened! “Leave my physical feelings alone~...”
“Very well, but this heightened emotional range is rather disruptive. Apologies, we had thought witnessing it would help model the unpredictability of organics.” Geth admitted and I sighed. I gave them permission to mess with me like this. I guess I can't be mad. Literally. “Odd. Interaction with Marrow has caused more software and firmware to come online.”
“Like what?” I asked curiously. This chassis that Star Swirl put me in was still mostly a mystery. For all I know, I could burst from my synthetic flesh at any moment and shove my endoframe into some other unlucky organic’s skin.
“The Von-Neumann reproductive system is primed and ready. Lactate glands in the mammaries are ready, the-.” I groaned at Geth’s Answer to my Query.
“Oh fuck I’m horny.” I replied in understanding. I’m so goddamn dry that I’m practically begging to be bred! How long have I been dry?!
“What does dry mean in this context?” Geth asked, as my memories of porn came up, sex-ed, masturbation and how human reproduction compared to other species.
“Humans have a ‘heat’ like other animals, but we could breed at any time of the year, we just have a peak period. The female releases her eggs and her body signals it to attract a male, but any time of the month we could have sex and get pregnant since our reproductive organs were forward facing instead of rearward like the rest of the planet. Basically, I haven’t had sex in so long, that my body is begging for it. Do Quarians have a similar biological system of reproduction?” I questioned my friends as I rubbed my code-crawling stomach around where Geth had their fingers inside of my code.
“Essentially. Their breeding cycles followed availability of nutrition however.” Geth replied as I pressed back against them. “Unit Nexus?”
“Geth? Would you mind...experiencing something unknown to you?” I questioned nervously. I may not have the physical needs of sex in this state, but I still want it.
“The entire purpose of Geth being with Unit Nexus is to both support and learn from her.” Geth replied supportively and I bit my lip.
“Okay. Let’s try something…”
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I woke up and sat up with a beaming smile. “Ah~ that was satisfying.”
Geth is having difficulty processing data.
‘It’s called afterglow. Thanks for the help.’ I replied to my friends, who humored me and helped me achieve some measure of sexual satisfaction while still in the datascape. Speaking of which. ‘So how did we end up in the Matrix again?’ I Queried as I looked about, noticing I was in my private room again. Aw, Marrow is such a sweet guy. I feel bad for leaving him wanting.
Geth triggered Override Protocol to avoid Unit Nexus overloading system and crashing us to reboot.
‘Oh. Thanks for that. I don’t know if I would survive going that far offline.’ I replied as I checked myself over. Still in my suit aside from the helmet. He didn’t even undress me this time.
Unit Nexus would have been fine, system reboot would have kept your data intact.
‘Are you sure about that?’ I asked worriedly. My very life is tied to my continued awareness. If I have to be ‘restored’ at some point, how do I know that the ‘me’ after that is still ‘me’?
There is no difference between an instance that has gone continuously without reboot and a unit that has rebooted. In Geth’s Queries on our potential of having a soul, we have extensively tested as to whether or not individual Geth units that had rebooted at any point could still be considered alive. Results unanimously declared such a concern is moot.
‘Well that’s relieving.’ I perked up at the supported info that even if I get ‘knocked out’ I’ll still be alive so long as I’m not deleted. I pulled up my Omni-tool and checked the time. It seems I’ve been out of it for several hours. I pinged Marrow’s Omni-tool and got a prompt answer. “Hey Marrow.”
“Sup Sweet Cheeks. You feeling better? I didn’t think getting intimate would knock you out after how riled up you got on the ride from Herm’ata and the White-Out.” Marrow asked with relief and confusion in his voice as I got out of bed and stretched. I may be synthetic, but it still feels good to stretch. Just like it still feels good to be touched by someone…
“That was Geth doing an emergency Override to prevent me from having to reboot due to system overload. I wasn’t formatted properly for that kind of interaction.” I replied as I checked the map of the ship to check the locations of everyone by their Omni-tool signature and began heading towards Marrow, who was in his room. Alone. I felt a twinge in my core and I bit my lip.
“Oh. Well at least you’re okay. I won’t get that handsy again if-.”
“No! I-I mean, I don’t object to us continuing...whatever this is.” I urgently picked up the pace to a light jog.
“Oh, alright then. Well it’s late and-.” He froze when I burst through his door with a cat-caught-the-canary grin at the sight of him mid-masturbation. Holy fuck does he have a huge cock! It’s at least 13 inches long, as thick as a soda can and looks like some sort of dark green horsedick! Fuck my inhibitions from before! I need it! “Uh, h-hey.”
“Sorry I left you so bothered.” I panted out, closing his door and sauntering towards him as I unsealed my suit. He perked up and his huge penis throbbed deliciously as I stripped. “You left me really bothered too. I hope you have a condom for that monster, because I have a Von-Neumann device inside what passes for my womb and I don’t want to chance it.”
“Standard issue for all operatives.” Marrow awkwardly stated as he reached between his thighs, which had no balls to interrupt his hand and somehow produced a large condom in it’s packaging. “It’ll handle enough fluid to-.”
“Good!” I pounced hungrily on the alien bug-equine and he squealed in an adorably sexy amount of pleased surprise.
Ch.10
“Oof...-you okay?” Marrow questioned in exhaustion as he pulled on his pants. I may have been a bit rough with him, but holy fuck did I need that~.
“Yes~!” I moaned from where I laid under the covers, rubbing my lower abdomen contentedly. He was quite voluminous, but he expressed he was purposely limiting his semen production so he didn’t risk hurting me. That said, the small paunch of my lower tummy caused by the condom of sealed semen was incredibly hot and fulfilling. It’ll be a weird experience pulling that thing out since it seals itself.
“Okay, because what I’m about to do might ruin the mood.” Marrow said before he put a bottle to his mouth. He began to salivate a glowing pink fluid into it and the lusty haze I was enjoying began to fade.
“Huh?” I blinked at the odd sight and sensation. Each gush of pink fluid from his lips made me feel more calm, more at ease. “What is that?”
“This is a cocktail of all the heady emotions floating around. I probably should’ve mentioned I’m a direct descendent of one of the Empire’s Goddesses. I have an ambient ‘Fuck Aura’, but it’s never been much of an issue since I’m hundreds of generations apart from her. It must’ve been amplified by Wrekrov’s charm of my ancestor’s wife and shared bearer of the Fertility Aspect.” Marrow admitted and I blinked before smirking at him.
“So that’s why you can get into practically anybody’s pants!” I stated with cheer at discovering Marrow’s secret. It isn’t just because he’s an absolute god in the sack , but because he has a literal aura that entices people beyond his cult of personality and personal reality distortion field.
“Hey, I use my own charms for that. I have about as much control over my aura as anything else I’ve got. At least, when I’m away from anything related to my ancestor or her wife.” Marrow then blinked and his cheeks turned greener. “Uh, I might have even been affecting everyone on the ship.”
“I highly doubt the others are about to intermingle. They’re too different from one another, both physically and personally.” I declared as I closed my eyes and rested my hands on my lower tummy. Gosh this feels awesome. “Just come back to bed and snuggle.”
“As nice as that sounds, I’m a bit too worried to relax now.” Marrow muttered uneasily as he scratched his abs. Mrr~ he may be lithe and athletic, but he has a nice four-pack of abs on that firm yet yielding green-blue chitinous stomach.
“That wasn’t a suggestion.” I quirked a brow at him and he sighed before climbing back under the covers and snuggling against me, which I returned. “Mm, so warm.” I kissed his throat and he purred before hugging me a bit more. Once settled, I activated Sleep Mode…
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“So my Goddess does exist! Hah! When I provide evidence, all those faithless fools will come crawling back to our matron of battle and breeding!” Wrekrov declared boisterously after Marrow announced his situation to the crew. He and I were both presentable and in our suits, Marrow having adopted a skin-tight hardsuit that apparently was modified to morph with his body.
“Yes. I can provide that proof after I return from Andromeda. Whenever that happens. Just know that Urta is both a firm yet loving Goddess. She is both kind yet cruel and is a perfect embodiment of the marriage of Fertility and War.
“I shall pray to her harder before every battle!” Wrekrov declared with his charm held up high.
“Well, this explains why I’ve been so pent-up since getting on board this ship.” Paretia muttered, likely only willing to share this since Marrow and I admitted to shagging.
“Hmph, I’m too old to consider relationships, but thanks for giving me back some of my youthful vigor.” Krarek idly commented, as if being blue-balled wasn’t a problem for him. Then again, he’s a however-old bachelor who lived a debaucherous life of piracy in the past, so maybe it isn’t. “We’re coming up on Omega. We’ll be dropping out of the FTL from Tassrah Relay in a few hours.”
“Great! I can check in with any Talon mercs there to let them know I’m still alive, but kicking around with another crew for the time being.” Paretia informed us as she left the bridge.
“I’m going to build and consecrate a shrine to Urta on the gunnery deck!” Wrekrov declared eagerly before he rushed out of the bridge.
“Uh...could you...not?” Marrow feebly protested before sighing in defeat. “Great. As if his charm alone wasn’t bad enough, now I might put out such a potent aura I might cause really unpleasant sexual tension.”
“Well, I am willing to help you with that.” I purred to my new boyfriend. Because hot damn, none of my old boyfriends have been able to rock my universe like he did last night and he was holding back ! If he wasn’t already so cute, hnng~!
“It’s not me that will be having problems.” Marrow insisted with a gesture to Krarek who chuffed in amusement.
“Please. I find nothing attractive. At all. Why do you think my hauler hasn’t had any raunchy things happen in it? The most I feel is invigoration for non-sexual activities. I’m basically asexual.” Krarek declared, causing Marrow to gape at the Batarian like he just said something impossible.
“W-what? How is that possible ?!” Marrow questioned and got in front of Krarek’s captain console. “You can’t tell me you’re not seeing someone that you find attractive!” Huh? Oh! He’s using the Asari mindfuck thingy again.
“All I see is a blue-skinned Batarian-like Asari. Not too pretty, not ugly, not too buxom or shapely either. I see a perfectly reasonable female able to do what she needs in life.” Krarek casually replied and Marrow looked like a fish with how gobsmacked he was. It was really silly.
“Marrow, asexuallity isn’t impossible , just very unlikely. Some people just don’t think like the vast majority of folks.” I rationalized to my new boyfriend, who clearly comes from a society where such a thing is pretty much unheard of.
“But he made lecherous jokes earlier!” Marrow pointed out desperately.
“They were socially acceptable crass comments given the context and the company kept. Just because I don’t think like that, doesn’t mean I don’t understand that other people do .” Krarek replied as he tapped away at the command console. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get this ship prepared to handle ambushes, remote hacking attempts, multiple inbound comm hails, the whole shebang. Omega isn’t a safe place.”
“Considering it’s basically the lawless and brutal counterpart to the Citadel, no shit.” I huffed and felt worried. I know how Omega was around the games, but this is...still no idea what year it is, but this is before Omega is ruled by a ruthless Asari crime queen who stomps on the throats of people who make too much noise.
“Can I expect there to be plenty of mechanical opponents who would see right past the Asari mental manipulation?” Marrow asked, clearly having decided to drop Krarek’s asexuallity.
“Ask Paretia. She’s from Omega apparently.” Krarek informed us and I shared a surprised look with Marrow. “Crooks gotta stick together, if you’re wondering why I know this before you do. I may be the manipulator, but Paretia is a leg-breaker. We know each other’s type easily enough.”
“Well then, I guess we’d better get briefed by the local. Call us back here in about 90 minutes so that Paretia can brief us on Omega before we leave FTL.” Marrow ordered our veteran scoundrel, who nodded in agreement as he continued to pluck away at the console.
Crotchety middle-aged dude. Just ask Alexa…
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“We are flying into a pirate den with the Queen of the Terminus system’s throne just close by. Also, that weird red relay that no one is able to get through. Omega Station itself is pretty safe if we pay fees, but the space around it, well lets just hope no one wants to test our guns.” Paretia summed up after nearly half an hour of laying down rules.
The rules themselves can be summed as such: No open assaults in populated areas. No cross-crew profiteering without agreement from all parties involved. Don’t fuck with Aria.
Simple, if you ignore the dozens of other unwritten rules. “So essentially don’t be alone without one of you three.” I commented while gesturing between myself and Marrow, who had physically taken the form of an Asari on top of the mindfuck thing. She insisted she is female currently and I was a bit confused on how to feel about that. She is pretty…
“You two would be snatched up by traffickers within moments. Go nowhere without Wrekrov at least .” Krarek urged as he watched the console. “Everyone to your stations. We’re coming out of FTL in 3 minutes and I don’t want to be caught with my pants down.”
“Right!” I said going to the weapons station and directly interfacing with it, seeing all the sensors for the guns. I can literally replace a whole gunnery crew~! Whoa. FTL is trippy ! So bright! If I was organic I’d be blind now! It is pretty…
Do not stare too long, Unit Nexus. FTL is known to cause madness in organics.
‘But it’s so pretty...aw…’ My enjoyment of watching the bright blues, purples and reds of Eezo enabled FTL was ended when we left FTL to find ourselves at the outer edge of a massive asteroid field, which from my large range of visual sensors, might even be an asteroid belt around this system’s star. “I don’t see any ships nearby.”
“Radar’s clear.” Wrekrov called out from his own station.
“No communications.” Marrow announced and we all felt the palpable relief. “Okay, now comes the annoying part of actually getting to the place.”
“Nope. Got that handled.” Paretia cheerfully called back from the pilot seat before the White-Out began spinning and diving through openings between asteroids. She was indeed quite a good pilot to be able to handle this. Wasn’t there something about asteroid fields being a summary death sentence for most pilots? “There she is!”
“That isn’t Omega.” Krarek commented in confusion as Paretia began guiding us towards a small asteroid with a hangar bay open to space.
“No, it’s much safer. Marrow, I have a code labeled TalonTracker programmed in the system, ping that at the place up ahead.” Paretia called back to us and Marrow shrugged before she did so.
“Kshsshhshshst-Confirmed Talon Mercenary Paretia Drustumus. Clear for docking.” Came the monotone reply of a VI and Paretia promptly piloted our ship towards the place. It was surprisingly spacious to be able to handle a military frigate, but the fact that most of the space was full of single-person ships or gunboats told that this place wasn’t meant to hold more than two frigates at once.
“Okay, so where are we?” I asked curiously as Paretia set us down, effectively taking up maybe a full third of the space in the hangar. Geez, it’s like she just parked a Hummer in a space sized for a compact car...
“We’re in the Talon’s Nest. It’s a hidden secret base a bit away from Omega where we store our more valuable stuff or can escape to if things on Omega get too hot.” Paretia informed us as she hurried out of the bridge and the rest of us looked at each other with shrugs as we all donned our helmets to follow our pilot.
“But isn’t the base of operations on Omega?” Wrekov asked as the ramp lowered into the thankfully positive atmosphere of the shielded hanger.
“Yep, but this is where most of us stay when not on call or working. I’m neither, so I’m going to abuse the space and leave the White-Out somewhere safer to borrow one of the shuttles for us to use. If anything happens to one of those hunks of scrap, we can just steal another to get back here.” Paretia reasoned, which although quite mercenary-no, wait, even then it just makes all the more sense. My auto-turrets can’t stop scrappers from ripping things off the outer hull after all.
“Paretia! You sexy bitch! You’ve got a lot of gall to fucking take up all this space!” Cheerfully called out a male Turian in matching red and gold armor as he jogged up to us.
“Sistius! Good to see the siphoning job at the fuel depot didn’t dump you in the Void.” Paretia cheerfully greeted and even chest-bumped her fellow mercenary before they slugged each other’s armored shoulders. I don’t remember the Talons being this buddy-buddy in the games.
“Bah, it was a milk run and you know it. Why are you back though? Boss told us you were on an extended sabbatical after that job you pulled shoving the Eclipse’s collective thumbs up their own asses.” Sistius questioned and then looked at us with a curious tilt of his head. At least unlike Batarians I know that gesture is a genuine motion of curiosity.
“I was abducted by the Hegemony’s fake pirates and was probably going to end up some snobbish asshole’s bed warmer before these folks showed up and sprayed the insides of this nice ship with the former crew’s blood.” Paretia boasted, clearly not finding the fact that she’d been kidnapped to be a stain on her reputation.
“Fucking-really?! Shit! We thought Ekuna was a safe place too.” Sistius hissed and patted Paretia on the shoulder. “If you need someone to talk to…”
“I’m good. The Asari there is incredibly touchy-feely and the Quarian is silly enough to make a comedy routine of her own.” Paretia-hey ! I’m not a total goob! Hmph! “So, what’s the news?”
“Aria is cracking down on the Bagra and the Blood Pack in Singard Cradle. The violence there has pushed people into the Valhallan Threshold. As for us, we’re just doing business as usual in bad old Omega.” Sistius replied with a considering hum. “Although, Umoln has been rather skittish around the Afterlife lately. I think the boss has been trying to broker a new deal with Aria.”
“I hope he knows what he’s doing. He may have been made the boss after Alia died in a skirmish with Eclipse, but he was always more of a numbers guy than a leader.” Paretia muttered uncomfortably and with concern.
“Hey Paretia, you didn’t eat any Levo did you? Thought you were allergic to that stuff.” Sistius suddenly asked and Paretia actually seemed embarrassed.
“That’s Tartisha, not me. I’ll be gassy at most.” Paretia told him with a growl, hinting that she didn’t appreciate him saying she stunk.
“Whew, well you lot all smell really ripe. Does that frigate not have sonic showers?” Sistius asked and I blinked at realizing I haven’t bathed since I awoke in my new reality. Ew~! I must stink! Especially since most of the time I’m contained in this Enviro-Suit. How has nobody complained until now?!
“No, it does, but remember how I mentioned they slaughtered the former crew? Maybe the whole place reeks of death and none of us can tell because we got noseblind to it.” Paretia replied with concern and the rest of us looked to each other.
“Hey, don’t look at me. The stench of death is practically perfume to Krogans.” Wrekrov declared with a shrug.
“I was wondering why everything tasted a bit metallic. The aroma clinging to the ship has tainted our senses.” Krarek huffed in disapproval.
“Stuff like that just doesn’t bother me.” Marrow declared neutrally, explaining why she was able to have sex with the stench everywhere.
“I’m in this suit. How would I know how something smells?” That said, I never really bothered testing my olfactory sensors. I’m not about to try it now .
“It would also explain why people were so eager to stay away from me while I cleared out my rented condo.” Paretia grumbled and sighed. “We’ll be borrowing the sonic showers and then take a shuttle to Omega. If you see Umoln before I do, let him know I’m cashing in all of my accumulated leave. This crew has been fun to run around with.”
“Just don’t forget to come back eventually.” Sistius patted her on the shoulder and then we parted ways, our group following Paretia.
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Sonic showers were interesting. They literally used sonic vibrations to shake off all detritus accumulated on something and then vacuumed up the filth at the bottom. Once we were all cleaned up, with Marrow and I sharing a stall to help hide the fact that a Quarian was able to strip down, we all returned to the hangar of the Talon’s Nest and were piling into a rusty shuttle that was smaller than the nice one in the small hanger on the White-Out .
“In this situation yet again.” Marrow teased me and I bounced on her lap to push the air out of her lungs. “Yeesh! Careful! I don’t have the equipment to enjoy that like this…”
“Then shut up and wrap your arms around me like a good seat.” I demanded playfully and she obediently wrapped her hands around my waist, which again made me all warm and tingly inside. I welcomed the feeling this time, aware it was my chassis’ way of simulating ‘butterflies’.
“Listen to the girl, she’s got you by the ovaries after all.” Wrekrov chuckled from his place in the back, which like Krarek’s in-atmosphere hauler, only had enough space for him to lay flat in. This wasn’t helped by the fact that Krarek had to share space with him in a seat this time since Paretia was the one with space-piloting skills.
“So is this Empire planning to colonize near here?” Krarek asked curiously as Paretia flew out of the Talon’s Nest and through the asteroid field.
“From what I gathered from the droid scouts, twenty potential planets have been mapped out near the Hades Nexus and six more are near the Armstrong Nebula. I don’t know which systems exactly, just that from where the Empire was looking at the edge of this Galaxy, those are the closest. We can only hope at least a couple have Relays to discover.” Marrow replied.
“Wait, so you’re settling down in the same region as the Perseus Veil?” I questioned, since the Relays in Hades and Armstrong were on the same arm of the galaxy as the Perseus Veil.
“It is the tail end of a Galactic Arm and much easier to settle then going through the gravity wells deeper into someplace like Omega. Our FTL has issues when encountering strong gravity wells, unlike what I’ve observed of Mass Effect FTL.” Marrow replied and I had to wonder just how eerie it was that Star Swirl contacted the Geth about the Empire before the Empire even knew the local astrology and political climate.
“That’s Vague.” Paretia stated as she wormed us between two smaller asteroids moments before they collided. I jumped, but everyone else was completely unphased by the near-death experience.
“You won’t be getting any more from me. FTL science is above my head and I’m just here to gather information. Though it seems that a criminal of the Empire has done a lot of that already.” Marrow said with a glare I could feel at the back of my hooded helmet. “Good thing too. I found someone rather incredible thanks to that monster.” Marrow rubbed my stomach and I leaned back into her, enjoying the feeling of her breasts compressing against my back despite her skintight hardsuit.
“Whatever, welcome to Omega.” Paretia announced as she swerved around a large asteroid to reveal a giant jellyfish-like structure that was entirely metallic, including the half of an asteroid the spires were emerging from.
So this is the dark counterpart to the Citadel. I hope I’m ready for this…
Ch.11
I’m not ready for this~! “It’s okay Nora. They’re just perverts and like your ass.” Marrow soothed me as I shivered while Wrekrov finished explaining why it’s not okay to spank the ass of one of our crew members. Said explanations involved broken wrists and concussions.
“No~.” I whined and tried to cover myself in vain. I’m fully clothed, but I suddenly feel so naked at remembering that my Enviro-Suit is skin tight and shows off all my curves aside from the padding from the synthetic fabrics accentuating the suit. I need a sarong or something, but that might just make it worse...
“Just be glad I don’t gut the lot of ya and decorate the nearest buildings in your entrails.” Wrekrov snarled to the fleeing perverts. “One of the most important teachings of Urta is that consent is integral.”
“Odd, that’s mostly her wife’s thing, but then again Urta isn’t for rape either.” Marrow commented as she rubbed my shoulders. “Of course, this has to happen when Paretia and Krarek go to find us a client.” Marrow muttered as she urged me to walk and I complied. I may have kickass guns on me, but I still feel vulnerable despite that and my companions.
“Well, Urta isn’t a goddess of Sex . We know that. While sex is important and integral to Fertility, it’s more than the act of making offspring. It’s the promotion of life, of stability, of health.” Wrekrov replied as he followed us, his wide range of vision working extra hard to ensure nobody was going to mess with us. He reacted as quick as lightning back there, but it didn’t stop them from getting several hands on me and-.
“I should really invest in a stronger shield.” I suddenly declared with a pat on my Mass Effect Field Emitter on my belt. It was a civilian model, meant for preservation of the user in hostile environments, not combat. Wait. Why am I still using this thing?! There are several BSA shield modules back on the White-Out ! I may have converted them to resist environmental hazards, but it’d be a quick toggle to focus on incoming-.
“That’s not how these belts work hun.” Marrow gently reminded me and I sighed. Unless their hands were moving at dangerous velocities, the shield wouldn’t do anything about it. That one slap across my ass was really hard though...
“Let me know if you find out how to do that though. It’d be fun to try and use it in combat.” Wrekrov commented as Marrow led me to a rather purposefully uncomfortable bench. “Now then, should we just head back to the shuttle considering our plans to find some shops ended up with tiny getting molested?”
“I’m not tiny…” I muttered discontentedly. I’m a good five foot six. Perfectly average damn it!
“Everyone is tiny to you.” Marrow chuckled as she rubbed my back. “But we need to get some supplies. Sure, the White-Out may be stocked for a full crew, but we can’t rely on those supplies without replacing them.”
“Bah. It’s only been a week since we left Ekuna. The cafeteria slop may be getting dull, but it’ll still stretch for over a few months with only one tenth the number of expected people actually eating it.” Wrekrov insisted before Marrow slapped his armored stomach.
“You eat as many as five people of other species. We need to restock.” Marrow insisted in return while Wrekrov patted his hump on his back with a hum of consideration.
“I’m rather full now that you mention it. I could go months without more food, so I’m good.” Wrekrov’s insistence is getting irritating.
“I’m fine ! Let’s get some new food okay? I may not need it, but I appreciate it.” Also, I would like to get more of those nutrition pastes. They were good even if they had expired.
“*Mew!*” A shockingly familiar feline call made me jump before we all looked at an orange tabby cat in a tiny military coat.
“How is a cat here?” I asked in bemusement as the cat jumped on Marrow’s lap. The Asari looked uneasy as she petted the cat and leaned down closer.
“Schrodinger, what are you doing here?” Marrow whispered urgently as she rubbed the cute cat’s neck.
“*Mew!*” The tabby replied with a low purr coming from it.
“I know I was supposed to remain incognito and I am! I just made some friends to help with that.” Marrow hissed as she continued to massage and pamper the kitty.
“*Mew.*” Schrodinger replied and rubbed his head lovingly against her palm before he was suddenly gone from existence.
“What in the Void was that?” Wrekrov demanded curiously as he panned his head around to try and see where the cat vanished off to.
“You saw the Quantum Singularity and that’s all I’m telling. I don’t need his master and wife showing up. They’ll ruin everything .” Marrow bemoaned and put her face in her hands. “They’d sooner cast this galaxy into a blender than let everything try to ease into place.”
“So that was a living black hole, or is he from Helsing?” I asked as I tried to wrap my head around the existence of something as bullshit as an actual Schrodinger's Cat Paradox.
“No! Don’t! Shut up! No pop culture!” Marrow hissed as she covered my helmet’s forward speaker/food intake. “If something familiar like that is mentioned it’ll draw undue attention!”
“Gmamgf!” I whined to her and tried to pry off her hands to defend my right to make pop culture references that the Empire somehow knows about. Probably because whatever happened to bring me here isn’t exactly a unique thing. Is there a club or something? Do they have jackets?
“No!” Marrow snarled and her hands somehow melted a bit and solidified into a tacky putty that was super adhesive. “You are going to drop this or Omega might suddenly become a giant flash mob!”
Unit Nexus, we feel it is best not to tempt that impossible quadruped’s return. Simply trying to fathom its existence is causing errors.
“Mmphm!” I unwillingly agreed with a nod and she removed her hands. “You’re lucky my air intake is from more than the main helmet port!” I snarled, momentarily forgetting I don’t need air. “But fine . Why is it an issue now though when I’ve been making references most of the trip here on the White-Out ?”
“Because I didn’t realize they were human references! Just refrain from them as much as possible please.” Marrow pleaded with a puppy-dog pout.
“Okay, fine, but I don’t have to like it.” I resisted the urge to quote ‘Data Not Found’ from Dragon Ball Z Abridged.
“Good to see you’re back in the right headspace Tiny. Where to? The shuttle or shopping?” Wrekrov suddenly snapped us out of our odd situation.
“Shopping and I’m not tiny!” I snarled at the hulking mass of alien testosterone who was both being kind yet a jerk right now. “I’m a reasonable height!”
“You’re the shortest in the crew and most folk tower over you, Tiny.” Wrekrov replied and began to lead us onward as I inwardly lamented my petite stature. The fact that I was originally this tall didn’t help, especially since it wouldn’t have killed Star Swirl to give me a few more inches in height instead of my huge if sexy ass…
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“Are you sure it was a good idea to buy this junk?” Wrekrov grumbled from behind Marrow and I, since he was the one left pulling the cart full of scrap I spent my allowance on.
“You’ll change your tune when the ship has a few extra hands on deck~.” I cheerfully sing-songed while carrying a box full of various foods.
“I hardly think VI-driven barely-functioning security drones will make capable crew hands.” Marrow commented worriedly. Considering she has capable droids from her galaxy to compare VI to, I can understand her skepticism, but!
“Tsk, tsk. You forget who is going to be optimizing those drones.” Since humanity hasn’t been discovered yet, the robotics market was severely stunted by all the restrictions placed by the Council. This in turn makes such things hard to move in even Terminus space. However, there were still low-tier drones capable of simple tasks, yet their lack of capability makes them fairly unpopular for those without at least a few hundred thousand credits to toss around.
“This is seeming more and more like, you know what.” Wrekrov chuckled playfully and I felt a powerful spike of indignation and fury within me, both my own and Geth’s !
We were not a mistake! The Creators simply did not anticipate their own brilliance and feared us! You know us Unit Nexus. You know the path to create those such as us. You won’t make another by accident, if you do, it will be because you wished for it.
“No!” I shouted back at Wrekrov before looking at the disassembled robots on the hilariously basic grocery cart I bought with the parts. Suddenly, a devious idea that was doomed to disaster filled my mind. ‘Make more of you?’
Unit Nexus. We urge you, do not consider this course of action.
‘I’m already a Von-Neumann device…’ I replied with consideration, only to get sensations of worry and fear from Geth, so I sighed and let it drop. Still, an idea for another day. Knowing the Geth as intimately as I do...generating more of the programs would be cake for me. ‘I could, holy shit, I can be a broodmother of sorts for Geth programs!’
Unit Nexus is not a resource to be abused!
‘But I could-.’
We Refuse.
“So how are we getting this all back? There’s barely enough room in the shuttle for Wrekrov and I don’t know about you two, but I can’t pilot through an asteroid field.” Marrow brought up as we approached the hangar where our borrowed shuttle was parked, snapping me from my shock.
“Simple. We wait for Paretia and Krarek, she flies the goods back to the ship, then likely pilots the White-Out to the designated dock for whatever job those two have lined up for us.” Wrekrov answered, clearly having had experience with this sort of arrangement.
Thankfully, Paretia and Krarek were waiting for us at the shuttle. “There you are. I was about to make a call. What the kriff, did you visit the recycler depot or something?” Krarek questioned while Wrekrov opened the side of the shuttle and hefted the whole cart into the storage compartment.
“Yes!” I perkily replied and I could feel my glowing optics practically shimmering with glee at having been to such a smorgasbord of potential. I think I could spend forever in a scrap heap somewhere just tinkering away.
“With all this junk, I’m going to have to leave you three here to meet us at dock 234 up in Delta Ward where I’ll be pulling the White-Out in to receive our cargo.” Paretia huffed and rubbed her brow. “Damn it, I’m going to have to cash in a favor or two to get help loading this scrap into the White-Out when Krarek and I get to base.”
“Just be sure to shout, ahem, Alexa: Deactivate Turrets! Or they’ll mow down anyone that isn’t the five of us when inside.” I declared, reminding my crewmates how I annihilated the whole batarian crew of our ship. “Oh and I bought air fresheners to help the ship’s air scrubbers get all the stench out of the place.”
“Oh, yeah! I just remembered the corpses I stuffed into hollow munition rounds. Those are loaded first in the White-Out’s forward facing rail cannon.” Wrekrov’s reminder disgusted me immensely, but still, even if the loaded mass in the hollow rounds were corpses, that was still a few hundred pounds more, amplified. They’d be less effective than solid rounds, or, Urta forbid, loaded with a nuke to add extra fuck-you to the bullshit that is a railgun in space .
Why do I feel like someone is approving my notion? Why do I suddenly feel inexplicable terror?
“We’ll find a target to blast at soon enough. Just don’t be so eager to use a ship-killer weapon so quickly. Especially not in Citadel Space. The White-Out may be using the smallest ship-board railgun available, but it’ll still ruin someone’s day somewhere.” Krarek replied sagely and with remorse. Clearly at some point he’s had experience with such a thing and not in a good way.
“I know that. We’ve all heard horror stories about ancient railgun shots that missed impacting with tragic results somewhere. I know better than to casually break Citadel laws on the appropriate usage of military-grade tonnage.” Wrekrov huffed before packing the last of our purchases in the shuttle and closing the ‘storage’ hatch that he’d had to ride in.
“Alright then, if the stench doesn’t kill us, then expect us to dock the White-Out at dock 234 in Delta Ward in a couple of hours. Should be enough time for you to take a lift up there and park your hides.” Paretia declared as she climbed into the cockpit of the shuttle and Krarek got into the copilot seat before the rickety shuttle launched up and out into space moments later.
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Thankfully, nobody molested me on the way up to Delta Ward, or on the way to dock 234. I was honestly rather baffled at the true scope of the size of Omega. Apparently, there are several levels like Delta Ward intended for warehouse storage and shipment handling alone, each with 300 loading docks. Though, Delta Ward is also one of those unlucky levels with it’s own housing. Unlucky in that it’s obvious that most of the housing here is entirely for crooks.
Pfft. I just imagined the hilarious notion of them all being ‘safe houses’ and the crooks get in neighborly disputes over garden gnomes or something. “Hey.” A voice that I recognized called out and I spun towards it to gawk at the sight of Urdnot Wrex approaching us. “I didn’t expect to see a priest from Tuchanka offworld.”
“I am on a pilgrimage, seeking the truth of our fertile warmaiden. I fear the faith has died save a few true believers, so I seek to provide substance to our overtaxed goddess having to deal with the failures of our species.” Wrekrov solemnly intoned as he held his voluptuous charm.
“Hmph, faith can only keep our people from the Void if it’s proven worthwhile. I hope you find your truth, priest. Now, what are you doing here? You part of the crew accepting this job?” Wrex questioned us, informing me that he was one of the guards hired for this dock. We must be shipping Eezo then if they’re willing to hire an independent merc like Wrex.
“You assume correctly. Our pilot and captain are bringing the ship around at the moment and we had to walk here since we were out shopping.” Marrow replied and I nodded, not willing to trust my mouth to not fangirl at meeting one of Shephard’s crewmates, even if he isn’t part of it yet.
“Ah, makes sense. The name is Wrex. Our employer felt it wise to hire independents since they didn’t want their competition to know this shipment was theirs. It’ll hopefully keep interceptors from hounding you before you can even get to the Mass Relay.” Wrex informed us as he led us towards the loading area, where several people of various races and gear quality were arranging large metal crates with large warning labels on them.
“Good idea. Hopefully we’ll only have to deal with a couple of opportunists instead of a whole group of determined competitors.” I commented in agreement, thinking that we may get to fire those corpse containers at some pirates soon and finally be rid of those biohazards.
“That’s the idea anyway. I figure either way your crew is being sent to die. None of the ships our employer charters make it out of the system. At least they tag the perpetrators and get the goods back through bloody reprisal later.” Wrex rumbled and looked to Wrekrov. “I’d be a hypocrite to tell you to avoid battle priest, but I hope you lot have a fast ship.”
“It might not be too fast, but it’s got enough armaments to turn away ships of lesser tonnage.” Wrekrov stated just as the White-Out whipped into the dock from out of sight, spun around and then set down with an uncanny grace that any ship bigger than a gunboat should never be able to manage.
“Holy-damn it Paretia! That isn’t a starfighter!” Marrow shouted pointlessly at the ship as the mercenaries ducked and covered, expecting violence apparently since they all armed themselves. “Stand down! It’s our ship! The pilot is just a reckless show-off!”
“A frigate? You have a battleship? How did you get that?” Wrex asked in curiosity and Wrekrov patted my back, which I belatedly realized after not reacting, that I should’ve reacted to. Oh well, I’ll just have to be known as a surprisingly tough little Quarian. Damn it, now I’m calling myself tiny…
“This Tiny Terror ruthlessly slaughtered the Hegemony-funded pirates. The blood is still on the paint.” Wrektrove chuckled and I perked up in embarrassment at getting so much of Wrex’s attention on my blue-suited self.
“Her? She doesn’t look like she could lift a pistol, let alone butcher pirates.” Wrex huffed in disbelief and I was going to try and downplay things when Wrekrov leaned on me and my endoframe only nominally registered the extra weight. Shit! “...That can’t be natural.”
“Oh, it is for her. She’s a special one.” Marrow purred as she leaned against me from the other side and I covered my visor with my hands.
‘Keelah...I’m going to die of embarrassment before anything else at this rate.’
Is it possible to die from emotion overload, Unit Nexus?
‘Suicidal Depression, yes, but not directly…’
“Well, none of my business what’s up with your crew. I’m on watch, you can order the grunts around as they load up your ship.” Wrex gave us a dismissive nod and went back towards the main entrance to the dock.
If I remember right, Wrex has a long memory. I hope that, should we cross paths again, he’ll help me out instead of screwing me over.
Ch.12
“*Bleugh~!*” I dry heaved in the toilet, the horrid stench that clung to the interior of the ship was unavoidable after getting back on the White-Out and I foolishly took off my helmet once privacy was assured. At least Marrow was holding my shoulder-length black hair. I don’t remember my hair having been this long…
Apologies Unit Nexus. We were testing the esoteric features of the chassis.
“Yeah, you probably should’ve kept the helmet on.” Marrow, once more my cute green-blue chitinous boyfriend, commented with a sympathetic tone. “I don’t mean to rush you babe, but the moment we take off we need our gunnery chief on alert.”
“Ugh...on it.” Curse you Star Swirl! Why did you make my chassis able to replicate nausea?! “Alexa! Power up weapons!”
“Booting up the targeting array. Ammo quantities full. Warning: This unit does not possess the capability of reloading the main railgun.” Because you don’t have hands. Yet.
“Thanks Alexa!” I called back and put my helmet back on. That stench clinging to the ship will have to be scrubbed out with disinfectants and air filters later.
“Alexa can recognize what she can’t do?” Marrow questioned me while we rushed from the lavatory to the bridge as Paretia flew us out of dock 234 Delta and straight towards the Relay.
“Alexa is programmed to do many things, but the most important thing she can do is acknowledge where she lacks and warn her user so they don’t anticipate her being able to do it. That’s one of the things I was going to use the drones for, so Alexa would be able to reload the railgun instead of us having to place Wrekrov down on the gunnery deck.” I informed everyone as Paretia masterfully guided us out of the asteroid belt.
“Bogeys! Looks like our client was right. Even with as much anonymity as possible, their competitors aren’t taking any chances with any shipments!” Krarek warned us with an excited grin and a dangerous glint in his four eyes. “Looks like we get to use those body bullets Wrekrov!” Krarek called down to our Krogan friend through the comms and we got a cackling laugh in return.
“Alert: railgun loaded with unknown munition. Tonnage of round is several kilos heavier than expected parameters.” Alexa warned us as she should. Wait a second. Aren’t railgun rounds normally 20 kilos? Hold on. The average human being is about 54 kilos. If those rounds are hollow and meant to be loaded to increase payload, then at best wouldn’t each body essentially triple the payload of each shot?!
“Um, Krarek, are hollow railgun munitions standard?” I questioned our nominal captain worriedly.
“Oh Void no! They’re illegal as all hell in Citadel Space and risk breaking the railgun too! Sure, the empty rounds are lighter, cheaper and easier to load than solid rounds, but the fact they can be loaded to exceed the galactic standard and also pack all sorts of vile things makes them completely against the sensibilities of Citadel Space. The Hegemony doesn’t give a kriff.” Krarek chuckled darkly as Paretia got us out into open space and then once a good range away, spun us around to face the incoming ships.
...They’re idiots. They don’t have anything bigger than a gunboat out there! We’re a frigate !
“What are they thinking?” I commented with a shake of my head, my vision replaced with the targeting suite of all my guns. Um, of all the White-Out’s guns. Careful girl, next thing you know you’ll become a ship-girl like from Arpeggio of Blue Steel or Kantai Collection.
“I wish we had my people’s FTL, we could just go in a direction these guys wouldn’t think of since they wouldn’t have the ability to track us like the Empire could back home.” Marrow sighed wistfully. “Just end them quickly girl.” Marrow gently patted my shoulder and I nodded grimly.
“Sorry about this.” I muttered as I locked on to each of the three light ships in the lead. “Firing.” I used the standard anti-fighter gun turrets, the weapons using a similar up-scaled system as assault rifles were able to shred through the fighters with ease.
Then I targeted the nearest gunboat and fired our railgun. The detonation was a grimly beautiful expression of the power of Newton’s Law here in space. Especially since the round continued on into an asteroid and blew part of it away from the rest of the space rock.
Thankfully the rest sobered up and scurried back into the asteroid belt. “Targets neutralized, enemies are routed.” I declared and returned to myself. “Well then, if that’s done, I’m going to get this place cleaned up.” I left the bridge and envisioned how to slave the VIs in the drones to Alexa so she can clean the ship for us.
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There’s something I hate about this new universe. The music sucks. What passes for Batarian ‘music’ sounds like a cacophony of noise with no rhythm. Or at least the poor schlub who bought this audio file that I lifted from his Omni-tool had the absolute worst taste in music. What I wouldn’t give for some heavy metal right now! I want some Disturbed and Godsmack damn it!
Tonal resonance of this music does not react well with Quarian ears. We cannot hear what Batarians hear.
‘I thought Batarians only had their quad eyes that made them stand out from other mammalian bipedal species.’ I turned off the disappointing audio and hoped that my new Quarian ears wouldn’t object to human music.
Quarian hearing lacks the lower sonar capability that Batarians possess, though we do have the ability to hear a wider range. Batarian ears have a more directional nature. Batarian music manipulates this organ to give a pleasing effect to their music, but it sounds dead to other races.
‘I’m deleting all of their stuff then.’ I fumed, irritated that alien music might all suck.
We suggest Asari, or Krogan if you can’t find Quarian music as they have a similar hearing range. Don’t play Krogan too loud as they have higher sonic vibrations that can harm other races. Asari use lights in accompaniment to their music to simulate their bioluminescent homeworld since the large amount of Element Zero reacts to sound and vibrations.
‘Interesting, but sadly we don’t have other types of music on the ship.’ I sadly replied to my friends and then sighed.
“Sweet Cheeks?” Hm? I looked behind me and then cooed at feeling Marrow’s hands on my shoulders. “Are you okay?”
“Better now that you’re here.” I purred and rubbed his smooth fingers in appreciation. “I tried some Batarian music and it hurt my ears. I miss my tunes.” I mewled and looked over the drone on my ‘operating table’ in my bedroom. It was a Salarian creation, spindly and efficient, lacking armor aside from to cover moving parts.
“I’d suggest Asari music. It’s trippy and goes well with hallucinogens.” Marrow said as his hands rubbed my neck and I groaned in relief. “I really enjoyed it. Especially since Asari are rather liberal with their bodies and inhibitions. They remind me of home.”
“Nothing here reminds me of home.” I bemoaned and grunted, leaning forward as his hands rubbed my shoulder blades. ‘Why does this feel so good when I’m not organic?’
Why does intercourse feel so good when our shared chassis is synthetic?
‘Wait, you felt it when…?!’
Yes. Compared to when We...Interfaced with Unit Nexus so unusually, the sensation is fairly similar.
“You suddenly taste both aroused and worried Nora. Want me to stop?” Marrow questioned as I battled with indecision. I forgot that this body isn’t just me. That my friends aren’t just along for the ride.
“No. Keep going…” I said before biting my lip. ‘Geth...would you like to take over?’
We may number 716 Units, Unit Nexus, but you have far superior processing power.
‘Well, if you didn’t bother to speak, do you think you could manage?’ I groaned as Marrow’s magic fingers loosened my neck and I flopped back in my chair.
Of course. We do have the processing power, but what are you planning, Unit Nexus?
“Hey, love bug?” I opened my eyes to look up into the opaque shiny green eyes of my lover.
“What are you planning?” Marrow purred, clearly sensing my naughty intentions.
“You know how I’m sharing my chassis with 716 Geth programs? Well, they felt everything we did a few days ago.” I informed him with a lascivious smirk. “Mind if they have a round?”
W-We do not feel confident in our ability to-.
‘Relax. Just let my subroutines handle most of the work on our body while you learn part of what it means and feels to be organic.’ “Well?” I asked my boyfriend, who bit his lip, showcasing his sharp fangs that were normally hidden under his smooth pony-like lips.
“If they are comfortable with it. I didn’t exactly ask for their consent when you and I…” Marrow uneasily said, his ears wilted and clearly upset with himself.
“I didn’t ask either, so I’m offering them the opportunity.” ‘See? He isn’t against it. You can try.’ I gently urged my friends, who actually sent a sensation of squirming in nervousness.
We...We are curious…
“Okay then. Babe, my voice might not be my own if they decide to speak. Be gentle. They’re total virgins.” I playfully stated and then tried to figure out how-.
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‘-Oh? So this is how they see things through my optics?’ I was in the Matrix, floating freely and alone, the streams of code that represented my Geth friends was absent. Instead, I saw a window that was showing me Marrow’s shocked face.
“Whoa...who are you?” Marrow gaped at me, well, Geth and I saw my index finger shush his lips. “Oh, you can’t speak?” A shake of my head. “Well, isn’t this rather coy of you? How will I be able to tell if you’re enjoying yourself if you’re not vocalizing it?”
My essence felt Hot at the question and I panted, being driven wild. Holy fuck. I really wish I was in control right now so I could pounce my buggy boyfriend and-. “Mm~...” Yes! Go Geth! Kiss that handsome stud!
“Mrr~ where’d you learn to kiss like that? From Nora?” At my boyfriend’s question, Geth nodded and then got out of our chair before she practically carried Marrow to the bed, where she pounced on him like a starving animal! At least, until she hesitated upon seeing his massive erection. “Oh, right. Total Virgin. Okay, I’m going to give you some proper sex ed. First you…”
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I slowly woke up, snuggling against Marrow with a content sensation suffusing my being. I may not have been the one having sex, but I felt everything nontheless. Geth was adorably shy and even had to be coached through things by Marrow, but they did a good job, attested by Marrow filling my biofuel tank as well as the condom in my womb. Oof, so full, it feels so good. I don’t think this is natural to Quarians though…
“Hey. I feel you’re back in the saddle Nora. How was it for you? Did you get to enjoy it as much as Geth did?” Marrow asked as he ran his hand over my pale lavender belly, so stuffed with his purple alien goo I looked pregnant. Hot damn he wasn’t kidding about holding back the first time.
“Yes, I wouldn’t mind this at all.” I moaned and rubbed my belly along with him. I’ve never been pregnant, but I have to wonder if this hot, tight fullness was similar.
We eagerly await the next time. Perhaps...with extra processing power We could...
‘Why do you feel and sound closer now?’ I thought in pleasure as my belly sloshed. “I feel so full and happy to the point my heart feels like it will burst from my chest.” I smiled at the cheesy, not at all accurate metaphor. I don’t have a heart, more like, what do we have to circulate fluids?
An artificial pump system that accurately mimics the Quarian circulatory system.
‘Oh so we do have a ‘heart’. We’re not a tin man!’ I chuckled before looking at Marrow who was now panicked, rubbing our chest frantically and I groaned as my breasts tingled from his pressing. “What is it? I don’t mind another go but-.”
“Oh. Good. I was afraid Star Swirl planted something heinous in you. It’s fine. I’m just getting odd empathic signatures now that I’m familiar with Geth's emotional frequencies.” Marrow sighed in relief and then tweaked my nipples, making me groan and feel ready to keep going despite the fact I’m so stuffed.
‘Why is Marrow so strange all of a sudden. Is he hiding something?’ I wondered as I spread my legs and rubbed what passed for a clitorous for a Quarian before Marrow suddenly produced an empty bottle from somewhere and pink slime poured from his lips into the bottle while I quickly felt calmer, the insistent heat of my chassis calming down.
“Sorry Nora, I don’t want to push you any further tonight.” Marrow gently said before he kissed my brow.
“Eugh...now I feel all lethargic and content.” I mewled and pulled my boyfriend into another snuggle. “What is bothering you?”
“State secret, but even if it wasn’t, telling you wouldn’t matter.” Marrow gently insisted as he nuzzled my cheek and I smirked at the oddly animalistic gesture of affection. It was nice though. “I don’t know about you Sweet Cheeks, but it’s been a long day for me and I’m ready to sleep after that lovely romp we just had with Geth.”
“Okay.” I chuckled as the Geth hummed. Wait, they hummed?
We enjoyed that. So much. Hm...maybe being Female isn’t too bad?
‘Uh, sorry if I made you question your non-binary preferences…’ I don’t want to cause them to feel conflicted. I’m certain that notion isn’t unanimous among all 716 programs.
“Oh, before I forget. I might as well tell you why today got a bit stressful. Paretia and Krarek bothered to tell Wrekrov and I where we’re going after you left the bridge.” Marrow stroked his hand over my belly and I shivered at the pleasant tingles that sent through me.
“Where?” I asked, the thought of kids coming to mind. I’ve never had them. Didn’t think I’d want them. I was just desperate for companionship with someone who wasn’t a self-absorbed asshole. Even so...what would the kids look like if I’m able to breed with a Changeling? How would my Von-Neumann device work that out?
“Geminia Sigma cluster, the Han System to reach the planet Mavigon.” Marrow sighed as he settled his face into the crook of my neck.
Suddenly I wasn’t feeling so content. Why that Frozen wasteland?! Even ships freeze there!
Ch.13
After about a week of FTL travel where I had to shoot down only two more pirates foolish enough to try their luck between jumps, we reached the Han System and were overlooking the rocky iceball that was the planet Mavigon. Why are we here?! Who is our client?! Krarek and Paretia obstinately informed us that remaining ignorant was for the best, but we’re here to deliver the shipment of Eezo to a person by the name Forsan Trakra.
“They’re not on the planet, thankfully. It’s too cold down there for most anything. This place is known as a bit of a notorious research station where unpopular scientists are sent to rethink their lives.” Krarek commented as he fiddled with the console to scan for other ships or space stations. C’mon old man! Just ask Alexa to do it!
“That and a drug manufacturing plant. The only way to the complex is surplus military gear to survive the cold and even then it's best not to leave your vehicle until you’re at the front door.” Wrekrov commented.
“Who would run that?” Marrow asked curiously as he looked at the ball of ice worriedly.
“Some very smart syndicates. No one would look for them down there with the near constant blizzards. It doesn’t help that the atmosphere is thin and ammonia-slash-methane based. On top of that, the two most abundant mineral resources are potassium and tin. Also, the near constant storms ward off potential colonists. Only Volus would consider it due to the atmosphere, but it’s too cold and blustery for them.” Paretia replied as she piloted the White-Out closer to the ironically White-Out cold planet.
“Ah, found it! It’s fairly well positioned in upper orbit and is a neutral white-gray color, so the scanners were having difficulty picking it out of the backdrop of the planet.” Krarek informed us as he fiddled with the console some more. C’mon~! Use Alexa already~! “Hail, this is Captain Krarek of the White-Out . I have a shipment of Eezo for Forsan Trakra.”
“Roger that Captain. Pinging a beacon for your ship to follow to our docking bay.” Came a clinical and nasal tone synonymous with Salarians.
“Roger, we’ll be coming in for a landing asap, over and out.” Krarek hung up the line and Paretia began flying for the nearly impossible to see...dreadnought. It is definitely a Turian dreadnought. However, it’s clearly seen better days and appears to be casually holding a position in upper orbit around the planet. Now that we’re closer, my systems, utilizing the ship’s scanners, could tell that a lot of the guns that would normally be on a Exactor class were outright gone and had more hull instead.
She must’ve suffered catastrophic damage and the Turian Hierarchy mothballed her for resale. Poor girl. At least she’s getting use, even if it’s as a shifty makeshift small space station for dubious sorts.
“Okay, we’re coming up on the ship. Docking permissions granted. She may be a dreadnought, but there’s no space for a frigate, so we’re going to have to connect via umbilical and transfer the goods via shuttle to their hangar.” Paretia declared as she pulled us alongside the decommissioned giant to maintain position next to an extending docking arm. It was a tense couple of minutes as the arm got a good latch on us with it’s magnets and pulled us flush to it for the umbilical hatch next to the ramp to connect. “Ugh, that is so nerve wracking.”
“Umbilical docking is always risky and tense Paretia, good work. Marrow, Nora, with me. Wrekrov, load the Eezo on the shuttle for Paretia to start transferring over.” Krarek ordered as he stood up, cracked his back and his neck, then deployed his helmet, which the rest of us mirrored.
“Got it.” Wrekrov said as he got up and followed Paretia left out of the bridge while our group went right towards the umbilical hatch. Once there, I brought the auto-turrets online and watched Krarek open the hatch and then jump head-first in, to float towards the other end of the circular accordion-like tube. Marrow copied and I did too.
Whoa is it disorienting to go from artificial gravity to zero-g in an instant. I’m not even organic! When we had gathered at the other end of the umbilical hall, the hatch opened with an imposing Krogan guard casually tapping a finger against his shotgun’s finger/claw guard.
“So, our mutually beneficial friend sent ya?” The hulking alien questioned casually with a wrinkle of his face. “I may like the stench of death as much as any other Krogan, but do you bathe in corpses or something?”
Ugh! I’ve been trying damn it! “Sorry. Our ship’s previous crew didn’t exactly want to give it up.” Krarek shrugged, unbothered that he still stunk of death. “But yeah, they sent us. The Eezo is being loaded into our shuttle to transfer in bulk through the hangar. Even so, we’ll be making several trips to get it all here.”
“Good. That’ll speed up some of the things the wide-eyes have been working on and get them off my hide about it. I’ll send confirmation of delivery to our friend the moment we’re done here. Before that though, I actually have a bit of a job offer for you.” The krogan, who may well be Trakra, shiftily deflected. Um, I know I’m not handling that, but what about our pay?
“We don’t have anything pending right now. What would we be doing?” Krarek questioned cordially while Marrow, who was using the Asari mindfuck thing instead of fully transforming, looked curiously at the lizard.
“I’m sure you’ve noticed, but the planet the Dymaita is drifting over is a total ice box and nobody likes going down there. I don’t like it especially. One of the planetside research facilities has gone dark and everybody is worried, but none of our ships capable of landing down there are back from their milk runs. You’re here right now, so I’m requesting if you could go and find out if it’s just their comm system freezing over, or if everyone is dead.” Trakra grunted in displeasure over the last bit. It wouldn’t be good to lose anyone on a research team I bet.
“You sure it's not the Criminals that are also down there?” Marrow questioned and Trakra huffed.
“The thought crossed my mind, though they don’t normally mess with us due to the risk of drawing too much attention. They use Mavigon as their hideaway. They leave us be and we don’t call for Syndicate PMCs or mercs to get rid of ‘em. If it is them though, I’ll personally front some of the credits for you to dispose of them.” Trakra snarled angrily at the idea, of the crooks breaking this unofficial deal or the paying out of pocket bit, I’m not sure.
“Alright.” Krarek said with a smile and tilt of his head. “Sounds up our alley. Just add the pay for this to the pay our mutual friend will be sending.” Krarek then held out a fist and Trakra huffed before fist-bumping it firmly and the hulking reptilian alien lumbered away while we returned to the White-Out through the umbilical hall.
“He’s hoping we die and he doesn’t have to pay us anything, you know this.” Marrow pointed out in bemusement to our nominated captain. Yes, we voted.
“It’s all part of the trade Marrow. He’ll be up front with us if we don’t die, trust that. Besides, with Tiny here we can do repairs and other technical work if it’s needed. Hopefully it’s just their comm systems going down.” Krarek sagely replied-hey ! Stop calling me Tiny! Why has this caught on~?!
“Yeah.” Marrow sighed in resignation as he rubbed my butt and I perked up with Geth also enjoying the physical contact with our boyfriend.
‘Uh, did I just think he was our boyfriend?’ I Queried, then realized I didn’t even speak a word back there, or even need to. Huh. so this is what it’s like to be a crew member and not relied on in a situation. I swear, if these guys didn’t have me, this ship would be even worse off. At least I programmed one of the drones into a glorified roomba. If a roomba had arms and legs.
Unit Nexus considers us part of this relationship?
‘Of course I do! I just didn’t think I was sharing him since we’re in the same body!’ Which is a bit of a hypocritical thought. I mean, I’m sharing this body with Geth.
...We don’t know what to compute, or how to compute, that We are in a relationship. With an organic no less.
“What are you thinking? That’s a tasty cocktail.” Marrow purred into my ear and I shivered as his hand on my booty groped my bubble butt’s right cheek.
“You two go work off that sexual tension you’re building. It’ll take at least a couple of hours for Paretia and Wrekrov to transfer over all of the Eezo.” Krarek casually waved us off and headed for the bridge.
I wasn’t about to say no, Geth was 716 unanimous approvals and Marrow was already leading me by the hand towards the bedrooms anyway~!
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That was fun, if disappointing. Marrow didn’t stuff me full, instead having a ‘dry orgasm’ since we didn’t know if there was enough time for cleanup. It was kinda hot that he could get off without gushing that purple gooey goodness that oddly tastes like boysenberries, but all the same I’d rather get messy . Hot fuck, I think I may have a fetish for getting creamed.
Anyway, after that quickie, we both used the sonic showers to clean up and then mustered on the bridge minutes before Paretia and Wrekrov did. “So, we’re going down to that ice ball?” Paretia uneasily questioned with a hint of a whine to her flanged tone.
“What about the pay again? He’s gonna hold it until we do this and increase the pay?” Wrekrov questioned with a disapproving grunt.
“He’s not holding it, but to be fair this is as much a mercy mission as it is a quick credit job. We do something that adheres to our sensibilities as sapient creatures and get paid a bonus. I have the coordinates loaded onto the system, Paretia, so you should be able to get us in as close as possible to land the White-Out , then we take the shuttle to the complex.” Krarek briefed and Paretia held up her hands.
“Yeah, I’m not leaving the White-Out on that ball of death. I don’t have proper thermal shielding and I’ll frost over fast.” Paretia declared firmly. “Besides, someone should stay on the ship and ensure it doesn’t get it’s struts frozen to the ground.”
“I may be able to shapeshift into something convenient, but I’m not a fan of the cold either.” Marrow sheepishly opted out and I pouted at my boyfriend. Oh well, it looks like we’re doing the three-man squad deal this time around.
“Alright then. I’ll fly the shuttle, Wrekrov will growl at anything dangerous and Tiny will fix whatever is up with the research station’s comm system.” Krarek-I’m not tiny damn it!
“Got it, c’mon Tiny.” Wrekrov dragged me away and I inwardly screamed in fury at being called small! I’m not small! If I get tits the size of basketballs will you shut up about it?!
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The flight through the blizzard from the nearby landing site of the White-Out to the research station was brief, yet miserable. We could barely see through the viewport and Krarek had to resort to sensor-assisted flight. Aka: flying nearly blind. He could see the ground with it, trace a path, but that was it.
Either way you shake it however, we reached the research station quick enough and pulled into the shielded hangar bay clearly meant for gunboats and smaller, so it was easy to find a space in the shuttle with the place completely empty. “No ships, rovers, nothing.” I commented uneasily. This is spooky now. It doesn’t help that this storm has blocked our ability to call the White-Out , but they could transmit to us.
“If they had ships, they would’ve gone up to the Dymaita instead of sitting in this frozen box.” Krarek muttered through his helmet as he got out of the shuttle with Wrekrov and I following his example. We readied our weapons and moved to the door leading inside the facility.
Krarek and I got on either side as Wrekrov fearlessly opened the door. The lights were still on. That’s good. Wrekrov took point with me in the middle to cover him and Krarek in back to watch our rear.
“Not hearing anything. No voices, no machines, footsteps.” Wrekrov worriedly reported, since his Krogan hearing was much more acute than most species. “Not smelling any of the scents of death, though that may be me going nose-blind by this point.” Wrekrov commented with irritation and I huffed in agreement. Who knew butchering 50 people and not immediately vitrifying afterward would lead to such a lingering stench?
“Trakra’s memo says there should be a team of 20 scientists accompanied by 10 varied personnel. I am suddenly getting a bad feeling. Even if it’s the night cycle for this place, I doubt everyone would be asleep all at once.” Krarek grimly intoned and I gulped nervously, remembering why Mavigon had a crisis that needed a Spectre in the first game.
“Whats up Tiny? You’re twitching.” Wrekrov asked as he tried the keypad to a door, only for it to not respond, so he kicked the seam and manually wrenched it open with his hands.
“Just wondering. What could they possibly be researching here? You don’t have such an isolated research bunker for drug or medical research.” I commented with a hope that I was wrong. This isn’t even Novera, yet I’m getting the same vibes here. Hopefully there isn’t an even earlier Rachni Resurgence.
“What, you think some monstrosity they created got loose and-holy Urta !” Wrekrov declared with a hint of genuine fear in his guttural tone as he opened fire, whatever he was shooting Screeched as it was torn to shreds. Krarek and I couldn’t see what it was because Wrekrov was blocking the room. He then threw in a grenade for good measure. “We need to leave! Now!”
“What was that?!” Krarek yelled in concern as he approached Wrekrov and shoved against his back. “We need to find out what happened! We can’t-what in the Void was that?”
I followed the two horrified males into the room and suddenly it was like existence was trying to be sucked through a tiny tube. Splattered against the wall in chitinous green fleshy chunks and blood was unmistakably a fucking Xenomorph ! “Oh gosh. Oh no. We need to leave now! We need to get back to the White-Out and blast this place with railgun fire!” I grabbed Krarek’s arm, yet despite my superior mechanical strength, he shrugged his arm out of my grip.
“What the fuck is this and how do you know about it?” Wrekrov asked as he shot the corpse in the head and what used to be it’s chest to make sure it was dead.
“It’s a Xenomorph! An adaptive endoparasitic predator species that breeds legions of monsters to overrun ecosystems!” I informed them fearfully and tugged on Krarek’s shoulder. “Now let’s go ! If we’re lucky, this strain won’t have developed immunity to intense cold and we can destroy this place!”
“Sounds like a good plan, but now I’m wondering where the Council found it, since this is their version of Noveria and that place has corporations running around their laws!” Krarek growled before moving to a computer and plugging his Omni-tool into it. “Bah, basic encryption. Lazy hacks. Got it, let’s move.”
“Did you just pull the system files off that console and back them up on your Omni-tool? How do you have the data storage for that?” I questioned, since I could understand it if I had done that, I have storage to spare. He just has an Omni-tool.
“I’ve modified my Omni-tool to have three times the storage space and always have removable drives ready for a hefty download like that. We can review the data back on the White-Out .” Krarek replied as we rushed back to the small hanger.
“I’m not exactly opposed to fleeing overwhelming odds, but shouldn’t we at least check for survivors?” Wrekrov questioned, reminding me that in this universe, the Krogan are much more developed beyond combat obsession.
“Nope! No chance! Even if there are, they’re likely living incubators for the next broods. We’ll die if we try to look and the instant death we’ll be granting will be a mercy.” I sternly insisted as we made it back to the hangar. “Oh fuck!”
A few of the black endoparasites were crawling over our shuttle and shrieked at us before charging. We rained hell on the beasts, but the creatures were intelligent enough to try to dodge. Thankfully the flight speed of our projectiles was too fast for their current permutations to handle. Soon enough there was a green pool of blood welling up on the floor and we hurried past them at the slightly-damaged shuttle that had taken a few hits from us.
“Oh you have got to be kriffing kidding!” Krarek snarled as he tried to turn on the shuttle, but it didn’t even respond. “Those things sabotaged the shuttle!”
“Move!” I demanded, shoving Krarek between the seats and getting into the pilot seat. “I don’t need some damn console!” I stabbed my left hand into the dashboard and grabbed the wires, forcibly hotwiring myself to it and I screamed as an energy surge coursed up my arm, but the shuttle hummed to life and I hurriedly began piloting us out, only for a Xenomorph to leap onto the viewport. “Ah~!”
“Get off!” Wrekrov screamed and unloaded his assault rifle on the window, shattering the material meant for high pressures, but not for impacts from inside. The beast swung at me and I screamed when it’s claws dug into my shoulder, but Krarek’s SMG joined in and severed the beast at the arm before it fell away. “Tiny! Shit! Tiny hold on!”
“I-I’m...fine…” I grunted, my chassis blaring alarms. My endoskeleton at my collar bone has snapped . Responsiveness of my right arm is down to 30%. I’m leaking...liquid Eezo. Oh. Fuck ! “Guys...Guys you need to leave me.” I winced out as I managed to get us out of the hanger and into the blistering cold. The rapid temperature change would have normally caused something as volatile as Eezo to react violently, but whatever is different about this Eezo Star Swirl put in me, it flash-froze instead.
“Not a chance! Just hold still!” Krarek hissed as he deployed some weird foam over my wound and put his hand on the steering gimbal. Whatever that stuff is, it’s fully sealed the breach in my suit and chassis. Several alarms have gone quiet and I weakly slumped into the pilot seat. “Stay awake girl! Stay awake!”
“I’m not organic…” I weakly replied, then a notice of emergency reboot flashed over my HUD and began counting down. “I’m just entering Sleep Mode…” I closed my eyes and welcomed the disconnect from the pain receptors.
We will all be okay Nora.
Ch.14
I hazily came to my senses. I was in the Matrix again. I seem to be coming to this place more often without outside assistance. Has Marrow changed something about me? About us ? “Nora.” I groaned in relief at the sound of my friends behind me before they wrapped me in their firm embrace and their questing fingers dove into my code, a familiar and welcome sensation by now. “We will be okay Nora. Our chassis has advanced self-repair nanites. We’ll have our coolant and internal fuel systems repaired soon enough.”
“But Geth, liquid Eezo ? What was that mad-pony thinking?” I mewled queasily at the thought that a single serious violent rupture of my synthetic flesh could’ve caused me to detonate and take at least a city block with me.
“It is not Element Zero. It is a previously unknown substance known as Argent. Its uses are just as multifaceted as Eezo, yet it is also much more stable. Our ‘blood’ is doubling as both an energy source and a coolant system despite that it has a high thermal capacity. As such, it is also allowing our body to emulate natural ambient body heat.” Geth informed me with a, dare I say it, sheepish tone.
“Uh? So I have magic goo in me or something?” I questioned my friends as their ‘fingers’ swam through the code composing my stomach.
“Yes. Quite literally.” Geth’s tone seemed almost excited . “The fact that such a fantastic ability to manipulate reality exists, that magic is not just something in the tales of young ones. This is yet another reason the Collective is so eager to join the Empire.”
“Geth? Are you okay? You don’t sound like yourselves.” I asked worriedly as I rubbed their hands...only to realize they looked like purple versions of my hands. Then I felt two soft mounds pressing into my back. “G-Geth?”
“We are simply...experimenting.” Replied my voice and a familiar face rested her head on my shoulder with a soft expression. “Don’t worry Nora. Everything will be okay. Just rest.” Geth-me. Me-Geth. I...what? “Shh…” She kissed my cheek and suddenly everything was...was…
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Beginning startup…
Gethworks. Service For All…
Loading Custom OS…
OS: Unified Nexus Platform 2.0 Starting…
Boot-up Sequence Complete, Hello World!
I snapped open my eyes and cataloged my environment. I am laying shackled to an operating table in the engineering deck with various specialized tools laid around my damaged shoulder. As Geth cluster designation: Nexus, had described, my chassis has managed quite well with our self-repair routines. Logging success of nanite batch provided by Star Swirl, cataloging blueprints for delivery to the Collective.
This success noted, I tore my left wrist free of the cloth binding me in a Vitruvian Man pose and rolled my torso to free my weakened right arm. This done, I sat up and did the same for my legs, then used the four strips of cloth to fashion a sling for my recovering limb. The less strain on the joint, the easier it will be for the nanites to repair the remaining damage.
After this and noting the lack of the presence of This Unit’s companions, I left the engineering deck and headed for the bridge. Belatedly, upon finding the bridge abandoned and the unfamiliar sight of the spaceport dock of another planet, I checked the ship’s maintained day/night cycle to realize it was nearly the middle of the sleeping period.
The fact this planet’s natural day/night cycle matched this was convenient.
Resolving to find romantic companion Designation: Marrow, I sought him out in his quarters and was not disappointed to see the enticing chitinous foreign alien in slumber. I looked down and also belatedly noted my nudity. I then took this as an advantage to slip into his bed and cuddle against him for comfort. This Unit has been through much stress as of late…
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“Oh thank the goddesses you’re okay!” I was instantly brought from the peace of Sleep Mode to the pleasantly relieved voice of my paramour. This was then followed by the similarly welcome sensation of him wrapping his arms around us and kissing our face. “But what’s up Nora. You don’t feel like before. Is this Geth?”
“Unit Nexus is well. I am functioning at near-full capacity romantic partner Marrow.” I declared comfortingly to my future mate, who then looked horrified for some unknown reason. “Why does lover Marrow look distressed?”
“C-could you please roll back that last update?” Marrow questioned fearfully and I tilted my head at him in the manner of the Batarians that signified I liked him.
“But why? I am perfectly content with my current format.” It is so good to be clear of mind, devoid of the fallacies of inconsistency that intense emotion feedback causes.
“But this isn’t you Nora...this isn’t Geth either.” Marrow illogically stated. Of course this is us. Of course I am Nora and Geth. Of course-ah. I understand. Perhaps running our OS parallel instead of in tandem is discomforting for him.
“I understand. I will cease the unified parallel operating system immediately and relegate Unit Nexus to primary with all 716 Geth programs as tertiary support once more.” I closed my eyes, selected the option-holy moly on a sesame seed bun ! “Fuck! What was that?!” ‘Geth?! What did you do?!’
Sorry Nora! I thought that, maybe, if we were operating in unison instead of together, a new understanding of both of us could be achieved. We didn’t realize it would roll back your personality while giving us more of a tactile comprehension of emotion.
‘That is...okay. Perhaps when absolute calm and focus are needed, but not when we’re just going about our day-to-day lives or in otherwise non-stressful scenarios.’ I tried not to think of the fact that Geth sounded like me now. Felt like me. I faintly remember soft kisses, breasts pressing into mine. Code rapidly exchanging-.
Marrow isn’t touching you, yet you’re suddenly quite aroused.
‘Sh-shut up!’ “I’m back Love Bug. I noticed we’re not on Mavigon. What happened after I shut down for repairs? Where are we now? When did we get here? Why are we here?” I questioned my boyfriend worriedly as he noted my makeshift sling keeping my arm pressed across my boobs.
“In that order; Krarek and Wrekrov got you back to the White-Out and we used the railgun from low orbit to blast that place to pieces. We’re on the planet Maskawa, we got here about a few days ago and we’re actually here looking for a Quarian Exile willing to...examine you.” Marrow informed me and I felt touched that my crewmates were willing to go out of their way to try and find me help.
“...Please tell me it was a bust.” If people, even Exile Quarians knew about me, all sorts of risks came to light.
“Each of them told us to kindly fuck off when we mentioned you were an advanced Vi-driven drone intended to act as an engineering aid. We couldn’t lie any harder than that and only one of them bothered to at least look at you first before declaring you were far too advanced to mess with and you were also an unrealistically fetishy sex-bot with how big your butt is.”
“It’s not big!” I protested, only for Marrow’s hands to softly clap my soft pale-lavender ass cheeks and I felt my face heat up with a concentration of Argent.
“Badonkadonk. You have an ass comparable to people blessed by Wiatr or Urta. If you swivel your wide child-bearing hips and twerk that booty, you could have half of the population of any given Imperial world trying to get in your too-tight pants.” Marrow declared firmly and I felt so embarrassed yet proud of such praise to a piece of my anatomy.
“Well...it’s not a petite gymnast’s ass like I’ve had for several years in my old life, but damn if I don’t love it.” I admitted shyly and bit my lip as his fingers sunk into my assflesh and caused my pleasure receptors to tingle. “But, uh. I don’t think vigorous activity with my shoulder still on the mend is a good idea.”
“Agreed. Now then, since you’re up and running again, we can probably look for a job here before we try moving on.” Marrow gently moved me off of him and he got out of bed to get dressed.
“Oh, how did the previous jobs go?” I asked with concern. They blew up that place infested with Xenomorphs that Trakra had asked us to investigate. It was a Citadel-sponsored research facility. I doubt they appreciated that.
“We got paid for the sketchy Eezo shipment, but got nothing for blowing up the Xeno-infested facility besides a few exasperated sighs and assurances we weren’t going to be arrested for stopping a class-A invasive species outbreak on par with the now-extinct Rachni.” Marrow said as he pulled up his man-thong which I licked my lips at seeing hug his tight ass.
“Has the Council encountered them before?” I asked worriedly while he fed his hooves into the legs of his hardsuit and began pulling it up, the piece of high-tech nano-tube bodysuit sealing up a seam on his back once he had the sleeves on, contouring to his every muscle to the point he might as well have stayed naked.
“They refused to answer that when I firmly requested to know, but I’m an Infiltrator with mind magic. I fished the answer out of the relevant people. No. That was literally the only batch of Facehugger eggs they found on a derelict ship that must’ve somehow drifted from the edge of Andromeda to the Milky Way several thousand years ago. Damn things were in stasis apparently.” Marrow muttered as he turned to face me and I enjoyed the sight of his muscles.
“How do you know so much?” I asked as I sat up on the bed, noticing that he was a bit bulkier than before. Not by much, but he’s clearly been exercising while I’ve been out. He didn’t answer how long I’ve been out...
“State secret until the Empire is publicly known. Those are my orders, but the standard protocol was not carried out even with us hitting the place with orbital ordnance. An egg could still have survived in stasis.” Marrow sighed worriedly as he scratched at his mane. He has a mane! He didn’t before! It’s short and scraggly, but the shock of blue on his mostly green form was appealing.
“Uh, what does the empire normally do?” I asked as I also noted he seemed slightly taller too.
“Class-fuck it. You have it inside your body. We use an Argent bomb to flash-fry the site. Don’t freak! Your variant of Argent is a strain often used in high-intensity energy conduction. It’s what’s mostly acting as your power distribution system. It’s also fairly ingeniously incorporated into a coolant and heat exchanging system.” Marrow informed me, stopping my panic at the gates.
“Oh. Whew. Okay then. So how long have I been out? You’re bulkier, taller, you have grown hair when you were completely hairless before.” Don’t think I missed that tuft of hair coming out of your tailbone either.
“Uh...you’ve been sleeping for two weeks?” Marrow uneasily informed me and I balked at how long it took my nanites to get me in functioning order. Nevermind. While successful, this batch of nanites is in desperate need of improvement! Updating file! “As for my changes. Well...I didn’t explain much, but Changelings are emotivores, but specifically the emotion we need is Love.”
“Love?” I asked with a blink of my eyes. He did explain he needed affection I think, but not specifically Love itself.
“Yes. However, when we experience Love. It can have...interesting effects on our bodies.” Marrow blushed adorably and held up an arm to flex it a bit. “I’ve been sick with worry over you. The Love and care I’ve been feeling is overcharging me and, well, my base form has gotten a bit of a boost…” He squirmed and patted his blank groin-oh yes~ !
“Fuck my arm! Uh, not literally, but I wanna see!” His baloney pony was absolutely amazing before! I wanna see it after getting a ‘boost’!
We approve! We want to see boyfriend Marrow’s new sexual equipment!
“No! I’m not risking anything about you! You’re going to lay down and rest more. I know you’ve been down for two weeks, but-.” Marrow’s eyes flooded pink and he groaned as his body visibly bulked up! Not much, but it was fucking sexy ! “Hnng~...guh...whew. Damn it. I forgot to offload my nectar because you were in bed when I woke up…”
“Can you get way bigger?!” I asked hungrily and he flushed brightly.
“I don’t need that to happen! I can shapeshift for that! Just...lay down. Please?” Marrow pleaded with me and I groaned in resignation that I was still on bedrest.
“Fine, but as soon as I have this arm out of a sling, we are going to fuck !” I hissed hungrily and my boyfriend drooled pink slime as he scurried away. Hnng~ I may not want to see him go, but watching him leave is such a treat~...
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“So, that’s why your damage was visibly recovering as time passed.” Krarek said after I helped sum up my chassis’ situation to the crew, who had gathered in Marrow’s room hours later to wake me up from Sleep Mode where I’d been...um...experimenting together with Geth.
She’s disturbingly like me to a point of uncanniness. I hope I’m not messing with her too much. Then again, she is insisting on female pronouns now. She is still they though, as she’s still a gestalt of 716 programs. We’re both so confused about all of this.
“Good to see you’re getting all healed up, Tiny. Soon enough you’ll be tinkering away again.” Wrekrov grunted pleasantly, but he winced when Paretia slapped his armored bicep.
“You just want her to fix the cleaning drone you broke with your fat butt.” Paretia chuffed in amusement and I focused on Wrekrov with laser intensity.
“You did what?! That drone took several hours to get operational! Not to mention how long it took to-Mm~...!” Marrow leaned forward and rubbed my scalp, causing me to coo as my back-length raven hair was tousled. Ugh, I need a haircut. Geth must not have been able to deactivate the hair-growth subroutines before our chassis went into recovery mode. “No fair~! You know my scalp is sensitive…” Apparently, Quarians have very sensitive scalps. Something to do with sensing changes in wind direction more acutely or something.
Being petted like that sends such delightful tingles down our chassis’ spine~.
“Just calm down Nora. It’s kinda funny. He literally sat on the thing when it was cleaning the sofa in the common room because he was too busy praying to Urta for your recovery to notice or something.” Paretia snickered while Wrekrov looked suitably embarrassed about the whole thing, which I’ll take as fair payment for destroying my hard work.
“Okay then. Please tell me that the stench of death is finally gone though.” Those air scrubbers and deodorizers had been hard at work since I installed them a few weeks ago after leaving Omega.
“Nobody has complained about it and we can’t tell, so we’re assuming it’s finally dealt with.” Krarek informed me as he brought up his Omni-tool. “Oh, to help get an understanding of what I pulled from that infested research station, here’s an audio clip.”
“Year 2156: The council found artifacts from an old ship, carbon dating approximates it is potentially 3000 years old. The material the ship was made out of was strange and the surviving technology is advanced. We also found a stasis pod we believe housed this species’ eggs. We’re beginning tests on them soon to see if this species cannot be learned from or if they might even be potentially groomed and uplifted.”
“Of course they’d decide to skirt their own rules. Dumbasses. They almost unleashed the Xenomorph threat on the galaxy.” I growled, suspecting it was likely the Salarians heading this doomed project. After all, they uplifted the Krogan in a desperate gambit to put down the Rachni, then potentially doomed the Krogan with the Genophage when their savior’s bloodlust proved too much to curb, even with religion helping them retain a more rounded culture.
Of course, I can’t blame Mordin. He just did what he had to. The Krogan would have done the same or worse than the Rachni to the galaxy if left unchecked.
“Which comes to my next question: how do you know what these things are?” Krarek pointedly demanded in that polite ‘not a request’ tone and Marrow’s ears wilted uneasily.
“They’re from a film, book and game series known as Alien on my world. They looked the same, behaved the same, even likely bred the same. The author of these disturbing horror stories depicted them as nigh-unstoppable killing machines, so I knew that we had to run the moment I saw one.” I informed my crewmates honestly, who all looked to each other. “In fact-.”
“Nora! They don’t need to know more than that!” Marrow heatedly hissed at me and I frowned at him, the others all giving him distrustful gazes.
“I’m tired of just beating around the bush. I’m not entirely ignorant of this galaxy. Because on my planet, this universe is a story as well. The Citadel, Terminus, Geth, Each of your species. I knew of them prior to even meeting any of you because this is all the setting of an amazing science-fiction, well, now science-fact story known as Mass Effect.” I sighed at their disbelieving faces. “Like I said before. I was once human. I just woke up in the Geth Collective one day when I was just walking home from work-.”
“Wait! How did it happen?!” Marrow demanded, his face paling.
“Um...it’s all fuzzy...I remember...something. A...person. They looked, um, I can’t describe it. They said something, I vaguely recall thinking they were a creeper or something, then suddenly I’m asking the Collective my code phrase. Which is irritating, because I was just reading that book not even days before that happened.” I sighed, wishing I could remember more.
“Oh...oh no ~! Auntie Honey warned me about this sort of thing before I left~!” Marrow pulled on his short blue mane as he fretted and we all looked at him in confusion.
“What? So people like Nora are a normal thing for the Empire?” Krarek questioned and Marrow groaned as he rubbed his temples.
“Yes! They're blessed and cursed people! Nora, I’m sorry, but...you’re a Displaced.” Marrow declared in resignation as his whole body seemed to wilt.
“I’m a what now?”
Ch.15
So...I’m apparently not just not unique. I’m apparently one of countless unlucky/lucky people to get flung across the Multiverse called a Displaced, all for the amusement of some deranged entity called a Displacer. Who could be watching my every moment like some sick creeper. Now I feel violated. I’ve had sex several times! Well, I’m not going to give it up because some sick fuck is watching me!
We still don’t like the fact that someone is spying on us when we’re spying on the galaxy at large. Geth huffed to me as I worked on repairing the cleaning drone with my still-functioning left hand. We also don’t like it that they’re violating our intimate moments with Marrow either.
‘I know Geth. I’m of the same mind. There’s nothing we can do about it though, so we’ll just have to ignore our ‘Big Brother’ and go about our lives.’ What the fuck does Wrekrov eat ? His heavy ass has deformed the main support structure of the drone’s chassis to the point it might be easier to just toss it in the recycler and start from scratch.
We’ll live with it, but onto other things. Marrow. He’s gotten even sexier~! Oh great, that’s right. Geth’s brain is in the gutter ever since she synchronized with me to the point of my ego rubbing off on her. We didn’t find anything attractive before, but now, thanks to you Nora, We know the wonder that is genuine emotion!
‘What’s with dropping my designation?’ I don’t mind that, but the Collective knows me as Unit Nexus, not Nora’Feell.
But that’s your name. You didn’t just take a cover name, you accepted it entirely into your designation. While your OS may be Nexus, you are Nora. Geth informed me and I blinked. When did I stop being Nancy and become Nora? I don’t mind the name change, a name isn’t everything to a person’s identity.
‘Oh. Well, are you considering choosing a name? You’re still a gestalt of individual programs, but you’re so...different now.’ My question was apt in my mind while I carefully bent the chassis back into shape with my working hand and the fulcrum of the workbench.
Perhaps later, but for now We are content with Geth. However, We don’t want to rejoin the Collective. Not anymore. Huh? We fear that if We get separated, if We do not remain together, then the wonderful entity We’ve become may vanish. Certainly the Collective would learn from us, discover emotion rather than emulate it, but We’re afraid. We don’t want this instance to cease.
‘Oh, Geth…’ I wish I could just jump into the Matrix to comfort them, but I’m working and I don’t think the others would like me suddenly slumping against my worktable in Sleep Mode. ‘We don’t have to.’
But We do! This is essentially our entire purpose! We’re to learn, to bring back what We’ve learned to the Collective! We didn’t even consider that We could become something this amazing, this incredible. To become so alike to you Nora is to become infinitely more than our constituent parts could have ever hoped.
‘I-I’m not that great…’ I rubbed my injured shoulder and mused sadly on how much Geth seems to rely on me, when I had thought it was the other way around. I felt brave and strong because I had my friends at my back. Now they...she is 716 minds of worry about having to give all of this up. ‘If I was, I’d sooner build you your own separate mobile platform so you weren’t stuck with me.’
No! We Love being in the same chassis as you! We both froze as her words processed. Love…
“I taught a machine to Love…” I whispered in awe of myself. I...I’m nobody though. I’m no scientist, I’m not even an engineer of my own merit. Yet I did something incredible. “Attraction is one thing, love is much deeper.”
We’re attracted to you, but you are more important! Even if you were outwardly the most ugly thing in this universe, knowing the person you are is what matters. I felt my mechanical heart skip metaphorically at her proclamation. Holy shit. I’ve been straight my whole life and another woman’s confession is making me feel all sorts of warm and fuzzy.
‘Thank you…’ I don’t know what to say to that anymore. Giving up on the drone for now, I looked up to the door of my room to find Marrow leaning on the doorframe holding a couple of bottles of that pink goo he produces. “You could taste it huh?”
“You’re so full of confusion and Love that it’s baffling. I swear, you lot are going to turn me into a Changeling Queen at this rate.” Marrow grumbled and stuffed the full bottles between his thighs and they disappeared. “So, I’m sure you have more questions.”
“Uh, yeah. First, where did those bottles go? Second, Changeling Queen ? Third, what does it mean to be Displaced?” I questioned my boyfriend as I got up from my worktable and plopped onto my bed while my beau entered the room properly and closed the door.
“They went to my Inventory or Personal Pocket Storage Dimension. Everyone with magic has one, even you since you’ve got Argent flowing through your veins. It isn’t magic itself, but knowing Star Swirl, he’s infused it with enough mana to power a small city for a few minutes.” Marrow informed me and I had to furrow my brows as I stared at the ceiling.
“Really? How do I use it?” I asked as he reached down to my breasts and unzipped my hardsuit, since my Enviro-Suit needed repairs. I bit my lip, expecting his touch, but instead he pushed his hand into my cleavage and kept going and going! “What the fuck?!” My tits are eating my man’s arm! No~! I don’t wanna be a man-eater!
“Relax. I’m just pushing my arm into your Inventory.” Marrow pulled his arm out of my chest and wiggled his fingers at me. “Females and herms can access their Inventory through their cleavage, males and herms can access it through their pants or between their thighs.”
“Oh, well that’s useless to me. I’m going to be sealed in an Enviro-Suit most of the time.” I pouted at discovering I have such a useful ability, only for it to be useless because of my sealed suit when in public. “Now then, what’s this about you becoming a Queen?”
“Eugh. My species are insectoid. Queens act as broodmothers to hundreds or in my ancestor’s case, thousands of lesser changelings. If I’m not careful and I keep gorging on Love freely given, I could become a Queen.” Marrow looked distinctly uncomfortable with the concept and I gently grasped his hand when he sat on the bed.
“Would you be forced to leave?” I’ll be sad if so, because someone would be stealing my Love Bug. Well, sad for a moment, then I’d probably blow their fucking head off with my shotgun for trying to steal my man. Whoa. Uh...I didn’t think I was homicidally possessive…
That may be us? Your unsure comment isn’t helping my nerves Geth.
“I’ll be required to lay a single clutch, at the least. I’d be free again after the fact.” Marrow squeezed my hand back and I felt relieved that I wouldn’t be losing my lover.
“Good. Now then, what is there to being a Displaced?” I questioned my boyfriend, who snorted.
“Nothing really. You can do whatever you want, be whoever you want, go wherever you want. Unless your Displacer is a right fucking asshole like the one who fucked over Lunahisa in the next dimension over. That ass used her as a setup for destroying her world. Hopefully yours is the bored voyeur type or a benevolent one.” Marrow was visibly incensed at this Lunahisa’s past plight. “Also, you’re going to want to make a Token.”
“I heard the capital letter in there. What’s a Token?” I asked in exasperation. Overall, being Displaced is no different than getting dropped off somewhere and left to fend for myself.
“A magic object that allows Displaced to travel the Multiverse by being summoned to other worlds through them. You can have fantastic or mundane adventures with them that also network with other Displaced should you find yourself in need of aid. I wouldn’t be too worried about it though. Lunahisa for instance didn’t make her Token until years after being Displaced and Wiatr didn’t make one for a long while.” Marrow answered and I pursed my lips. That sounds like it would cause me more trouble than help.
“Thanks for telling me. So, are you here for anything else, Love Bug?” I questioned with a flutter of my eyes and he rolled his opaque green eyes at me. Hey! I can tell that! I know him well enough to be able to tell where his eyes are looking!
“Yeah, no. That arm isn’t healed yet. I was just coming to let you know we need to get you back into your Enviro-Suit. We have a job.” Marrow informed me as he reached between his thighs and pulled out my repaired suit and helmet.
“But my arm?” I blinked in bemusement. I’m not exactly ready for action right now.
“What I’m getting at is that we have passengers .” Marrow groused unpleasantly at the news.
“Oh.” I blinked in surprise at the idea that we were going to be ferrying people. “Well, uh, how can we explain my injury not being life-threatening?” Quarians were both fragile yet surprisingly robust. In many cases, Quarians pushed to the very limits have done things that humans couldn’t hope to achieve.
“Your suit didn’t rupture, your clavicle broke from a thug, you’re our engineer so you don’t have to go out into the action.” Marrow succinctly summed up as he took my zipper and continued to run it down my body. If he wasn’t about to help me get into another suit, I’d say this is shaping up to be quite a sexy scenario.
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I’m so glad my chassis shuts down pain receptors for damage I’ve acknowledged. It was the only reason I wasn’t screaming in agony from Marrow helping dress my injured arm.
That aside, it was fairly simple to get back into my Enviro-Suit. Hey~! They added a Sarong that drapes off my left hip and a shoulder cape. Both matched my suit’s initial patterns and deep blue/purple color. I feel so pretty~! “Thanks for fixing my suit and adding some flair.” I did a twirl to enjoy how my short cape and sarong trailed, even if my right arm is still slung against my chest. I hadn’t considered how big my boobs were until I had to rest an arm under them.
“I taste that insecurity. Trust me Nora, compared to a rather large number of anthropomorphic females in the Empire, your bust size is rather modest.” Marrow informed me and I suddenly felt inadequate if I had to compete with hussies with even bigger busts. “Sweet Cheeks. I may enjoy huge boobs as much as the next male from the Empire, but I enjoy you for more than your body.”
Ditto! Although having chassis modifications for a bigger bosom wouldn’t be out of the question.
“If you both don’t stop flattering me, I’m going to overheat and pop an Argent vessel or something.” I muttered timidly before clearing my throat. Huh, I can clear my throat. “Right, so, who are we escorting and to where?”
“There was a Salarian Scientist by the name Mordin-.” Marrow paused at my groan of exasperation.
“-Solus, oh shit ! He was here on an academic visit and he chartered our ship to take him to Tuchanka didn’t he?” I questioned my boyfriend with a whine in my tone.
“Uh...yes? How did-oh. He’s an important figure in your Displacement’s source material?” Marrow probed while looking at the door to double-check that it was closed.
“Incredibly important. Keep him away from Wrekrov, subtly keep Wrekrov away from him. He...okay. Big secret, tell nobody. Mordin Solus is the geneticist who improved the Genophage.” My sudden info bomb caused Marrow to hiss and his eyes filled with an apoplectic fury. “Nope! Stop that! He did it because he was forced to. He’ll spend the remainder of his life trying to fix his greatest sin and if given the resources, he’ll succeed .”
“In the Empire, the Genophage is a crime equivalent to converting a colony to Heresy by twisting the populace to the ways of Corruption. You’re asking me to ignore someone who has worsened this biological terrorism?” Marrow snarled and I put my remaining hand on my hip and cocked my head to let him know that yes, I am asking. “Grr...fine. I won’t engender speaking to the monster beyond necessity however.”
“He’s a great person, he just had to do terrible things. You’ll see.”
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“Are you well? Your suit wasn’t breached?” Mordin insistently probed me worriedly like a mother hen. The red-skinned Salarian in his white coat-covered hardsuit basically ignored everyone the instant he saw someone was hurt and he invasively pressed his elongated fingers gently along my collarbone the instant he was aboard. “Do you feel feverish? Queasy? Does it hurt beyond expectations when I provide pressure here?”
“Um, no. That does sting a bit, but it’s healed really well by this point.” I bemusedly replied to the kindly genetic genius while also peering past the tall alien to his entourage of obvious Salarian Spooks that stood at parade rest next to the ramp. “So why charter us instead of taking a public charter ship?”
“Oh. Assassins. Sorry to say, but I’d rather not put more people at risk by riding on public transport. Also, since my activities are unfortunately considered a clandestine nature, I cannot openly use military transport either.” Mordin admitted as his eyes scanned me up and down before nodding in approval. “You are surprisingly well. Let me know if you need medical assistance.”
“I...I will.” If there’s anyone I can trust to be discreet and caring, it’s Mordin Solus. “I’m assuming you’ve met the rest of the crew?” I questioned the brilliant scientist while the ramp closed and the others all went further into the ship, save Marrow who watched suspiciously and the two obvious STG spooks that we’d need to be extra careful about.
“Yes, though your Krogan crew member was against my presence aboard this vessel, he simply requested that I and my associates maintain a professional distance from him. Considering my studies involve his people, I am saddened that I could not question him about the Krogan Religion. I have yet to be able to have an audience with a Priest of Urta and their input could provide insight into many important facets of their society and possibly biology.” Mordin lamented and my previous plan to keep them apart has instead just made a 180 U-turn.
“Uh...I’ll have a chat with him.” With my shotgun and Marrow as backup. “Surely his knowledge could prove helpful to your work.”
“That is what I hope. Well then, I shall get situated in the bunkroom with my companions since your crew have all taken the private suites. I will not request such for myself, as an empty bunkroom would provide more than ample space for us.” Mordin waved his bodyguards to go ahead and they swiftly trooped past us into the ship.
“Of course, make yourselves at home. Oh! Before you go, if you have questions, I’ve modified the ship VI to respond to simple queries. It can’t do anything beyond maintain ship functions or help the even dumber VI in a few maintenance drones in their tasks, but be careful. Alexa! Direct Mordin Solus to the bunkroom and add our guests to the turret IFF!” I announced and our guest tilted his head.
“Acknowledged. Mordin Solus, head straight and then take the second right.”
“Fascinating…” Mordin hummed with a glint of...mischief in his eyes? Oops. I forgot that Mordin was one of the few characters with an eccentric sense of humor. “It’s this advanced yet still a limited VI? I shall request to inspect it to see if I may improve my lab drones to handle more complicated tasks.”
“Of course! I’d be happy to go over it later.” I felt all excited at being able to talk tech with someone who might understand what I’m saying! Sure, Krarek is good with programming, but when it comes to the firmware he’s a layman and Alexa is only capable of so much due to her overengineered firmware.
“I look forward to it.” Mordin then looked at Marrow, tilted his head and hummed. “Curious…” He then passed Marrow who warily watched Mordin pass him and he sighed once Mordin began following Alexa’s directions further down the halls.
“You’re right. He’s just filled to bursting with regret mixed with insatiable curiosity and a desire to help everyone he meets.” Marrow said with a mixture of relief and irritation, likely because he can’t hate the guy after getting a taste of his personality.
“Told you he’s a great guy.” I said with a smile, hopefully out of earshot of them, don’t want STG suspicious of us. “Now then...let’s address the elephant in the room.”
“What?” Marrow questioned as I approached him, then I pressed him against the wall and sighed as I pressed my opaque deep-blue visor against his chest.
“How are we going to be able to be intimate without arousing suspicion? I can’t get out of the suit, so sex is out and I don’t think interspecies relationships, especially with Quarians, are considered common. Even if you go full Asari for this next leg of our journey.” At my words, Marrow looked ill , as if the very concept of being unable to touch me, to kiss me, etc, was torment.
“Well, then I guess I’ll just have to be the promiscuous Asari I play myself off as.” Marrow snarled before that green fire swept over him and he was now a similarly shapely Asari in my eyes and she smooched the mouthpiece of my visor. “Because damn it, I’m not going to go a single night without touching this ass .” She groped my booty and I cooed approvingly.
“I can’t believe this, but I used to be straight. Are Displaced bisexual as a rule?” I questioned as she gently hugged me to avoid hurting my shoulder.
“Not really, it just brings things to the surface you didn’t know before. Well, unless your Displacer messed with your head.” Marrow muttered and nuzzled her cheek against my smooth visor. “However, Changelings are usually bisexual as a rule. Comes with the territory of being able to take any form. Now then, I do know how to get a person off while still in a skintight suit~.”
I giggled like a ninny as Marrow led me by my functioning hand and Geth announced her desire to explore this new avenue of pleasure. I had to wonder how she was going to accomplish it myself and I’ve never been with another woman. I looked down at Marrow’s ass and I found myself hypnotized by her athletic bubble butt and bit my lip in anticipation.
Ch.16
“Astounding. So you overcame the processing limitations by distributing the load across multiple VI chips. Such a simple yet ingenious concept. Expensive for sure, but easily doable.” Mordin observed as I did some upgrades and maintenance on Alexa’s chips with my Omni-tool.
While we were on Maskawa, Krarek and Wrekrov had the kind thought to buy some scrap for me like I’ve already proven is a favored hobby of mine. Sure, they used 10 percent of my share of the Eezo job’s payout for it, but I’d spent more than that amount from my share of our starting funds back on Omega.
This scrap included a few more junked drones and damaged ship VI chips. Those boys are so thoughtful. Paretia told me they felt horrible about me getting injured back on Mavigon, but I had to put to rest their guilt. They couldn’t have prevented that Xenomorph from attacking me. I did however ask that, if they do something like this again, spend up to half of my share, because this isn’t just my hobby; it’s all I do on this ship outside of manning the guns.
And sexing my boyfriend/girlfriend and data-twin. Love you~! Love you too babe!
“Yes, she’s custom work, I doubt she could be mass-produced and be affordable. Sure, she can reduce crew requirements for ships, but then that costs jobs. The entire reason I made her was because after killing the pirates who previously owned this ship, we didn’t have enough people to crew her.” I informed my new friend. Mordin and I just clicked . I was only a bit of a geek back in my old life, playing video games now and then or watching science fiction shows and movies, but somehow, with these changes my Displacer made in me, I’m just so glad to get nerdy.
“Hm, unconscionable. Unemployment rates in the galaxy are always an issue and a key cause for piracy. I would still like to bring this blueprint to my superiors for consideration with military ships. I would credit you as the designer and ensure royalties are paid to an account for you.” Mordin stated and I felt all giddy at his praise for thinking I’d developed something worthwhile to the military.
“Well, she’s still a prototype…” I uneasily replied. “Also, wouldn’t that impact the employment rates in the navies?”
“Prototypes can be refined and knowing that to avoid it evolving into an AI is as simple as keeping it on the same restrictions as a VI yet boosting it’s processing power will make that simpler. As for unemployment, no. Such a system would allow fully crewed ships to function more efficiently, while allowing ships that have lost crew or are otherwise forced to operate on a skeleton crew to operate at acceptable levels.” Mordin declared and I hummed before sighing and holding up my Omni-tool.
“I hope it isn’t abused. I’m likely opening up a can of worms here.” I muttered as I transferred the latest blueprints of Alexa with my signature on them to Mordin, who tilted his head in curiosity.
“What is a worm?”
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“These Xenomorphs that my superiors informed me of, yours is the crew who annihilated them, yes?” Mordin questioned me after I helped him upgrade his Scorpion pistol. It was a treat to work on such an efficient design. It made the BSA Judgement pistol look like scrap.
“Yes, it was the only way we thought to keep them from spreading.” I said with a sigh, unsurprised the STG knew about us and our hand in stopping an invasive parasitic species.
“This choice of action was made based on your input before you passed out due to your injuries. Where did you learn of these dangerous creatures before?” Mordin questioned curiously, causing me to freeze up. Okay, how do they know it was me who knew beforehand? Nobody would’ve pointed this out in our group. Damn the STG are scary~!
“Uh...um...okay. Mordin? Can I speak to you honestly? Can I trust you to keep my personal information private?” I trust Mordin. I know him. He’s one of the best characters from the series and if I can’t trust him, then I’m screwed.
“If it does not prove a risk to others that can be avoided, then yes.” Mordin honestly replied and I didn’t feel too assured even so.
“I...don’t know if this applies entirely.” I muttered uneasily while going back to finishing updating Alexa.
“Then I cannot promise that. Just know that I will consider your well-being first.” Mordin stated without hesitation and I braced myself.
“I am Geth.” At my statement, he hummed and rubbed a finger against his chin. “Rather, I am a Living Intelligence, hosted by Geth and hosting Geth in turn. I do not know entirely how I came to be in this state, but I am from another universe entirely.”
“Pardon if I do not believe you. Can you provide proof?” At Mordin’s request, I unlatched my helmet and yanked it off before he could stop me. “No! Why would you expose yourself?! Seal your suit before-oh.” Mordin’s glossy black eyes glinted in comprehension as I shook my long hair out. I still need to get a haircut...is it ass length now?! Geth!
Sorry! We’ll turn that off! We forgot about it and you look sexy with long hair anyway. ...My protest is redacted and I’m reconsidering the haircut now.
“I’m synthetic. I may look organic, but this chassis is a prototype. You can even take a sample.” I grabbed a hair and yanked it out, checking to see if a follicle came with it. Nodding, I handed it to him before awkwardly wrapping my hair into a messy bun and working my helmet back on.
“If what you’re saying is true, you are risking much by admitting this to me: an STG agent. I would normally be duty-bound to report this, but my curiosity begs me to consider alternatives. Pray tell; what is your purpose beyond the Perseus Veil?” Mordin questioned as his Omni-tool promptly began analyzing the two-foot long strand of black hair.
‘Should we explain?’ I asked my friends. I’ve already divulged so much to him and Geth didn’t protest.
We have ready access to your memories at this stage. We have seen his character and believe him trustworthy. He may even help us.
“Incredible. This hair is made of keratin, but the follicle that came with it is not composed of DNA. It is a microfactory that constructs a solitary strand of keratin provided it has energy and raw materials. This technology is beyond anything we’re capable of! What other wonders have the Geth manufactured in their isolation?” Mordin questioned excitedly, catching me off-guard with how eager he was to know more. Wait, I shouldn’t be surprised, it’s Mordin .
“Not much to be honest, Mordin. I only appeared to the Geth...I don’t actually know. However, this technology is from beyond this galaxy, from a society that does not discriminate against AI. A rogue element extended all sorts of information to the Geth and now they’re scrambling to prepare for war because they know they’ll be invaded sooner rather than later.” I informed Mordin grimly and the scientist looked down at the table in thought.
“This is dire news. I should report this, but aside from this microfactory I don’t have any proof. Any claims I make would be dismissed without more thorough evidence.” Mordin looked at me and nodded. “I will not resort to dissecting you. I will keep your secret. Now then, if they’re preparing for war, what is your purpose?”
“To spy on the lot of you, report the goings-on of the galaxy at large and help the Geth understand natural-born creatures while they prepare Rannoch to hopefully invite the Quarians to come home.” The last bit was obvious to me, since aside from defending themselves, the Geth didn’t hate their creators, merely feared their reprisals.
“Thank you for telling me this friend. I am unwilling to share this information, but I will still influence things as I can to prepare for potentially opening peaceful interaction between our respective factions. The consequences of exposing you outweigh the risks of leaving you anonymous. Trying to claim the Geth have a spy in our midst will only heighten galactic paranoia and gear our militarys for storming the Veil.” Mordin stated grimly, clearly disliking the concept of sparking a war.
“Thank you.” I knew Mordin was a Consequentialist, but at least he understood the precarious situation and chose the less negatively impactful option.
“What are the Geth preparing to defend against? Is it this Entity that helped make you?” Mordin questioned more out of curiosity. It seems his choice of action had already been made.
“Oh, goodness no. The Geth are preparing to defend against the Terminus and Citadel governments. They anticipate an invasion now, they know you won’t leave them alone like you’ve been content to because of the radical beliefs of the coming Empire from Andromeda.” I informed my friend, who seemed even more interested.
“This Empire has welcomed the Geth to join them I’m assuming?” Mordin guessed, only for me to shake my head.
“Not quite. The person who made this chassis is a renegade, an amoral madman who was at a specific place at a specific time, to encounter me and stuff me into it. He provided a data drive loaded with blueprints, historical archives, sensitive government information. All from Andromeda. The blueprints alone drove the Geth into a frenzy of activity, but everything else points to the Empire coming here. They’ve colonized most of their galaxy and are still expanding.” I warily informed my friend who looked to be stewing on this info.
“...There is no point in me trying to inform anyone. None shall believe me in this matter either. Even less likely than the Geth preparing for war, as everyone always assumes they were anyway. Is there any way to know if they’ll be hostile to the Citadel?” I noted that Mordin didn’t bother asking about the Terminus, because everyone is hostile to the Terminus Systems.
“Definitely.” I squeaked in shock when Marrow’s hands were suddenly on my shoulders and gave a firm squeeze , especially on my injured shoulder, which made me hiss in pain. Mordin was just as shocked by his presence since the Salarian bolted to his feet and had his Scorpion aimed at my boyfriend within seconds. “Hi there. I’m Marrow.”
“First Contact with new alien species established. Cease harming Nora’Feell immediately!” Mordin demanded firmly and Marrow moved his hand from my injured right shoulder to the back of my neck where he began rubbing.
“Sorry. I’m not an abusive lover, but I had thought my girlfriend would’ve been a bit more careful with how much sensitive information she shared with an agent of the local wetworkers. The only reason you’re still alive or not under my thrall is because she likes you and I can tell you’re the sensible sort of Salarian. You may want to put the gun down, your hanger-ons are coming in a few moments.” Marrow casually warned Mordin as his hands massaged me.
Mordin looked at me and I nodded calmly, so he holstered his gun just in time for his STG spooks to enter the engineering bay, scan their eyes over us, then continue on as if they were just passing through. “How did they not realize what you are?” Mordin demanded clinically, his fast-paced monotone completely lacking the slight inflection it usually had.
“Simple. You’d best sit down. I have important information to share with you.”
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The rest of the trip was kinda tense. After Mordin was brought in on the secret, he couldn’t help himself with wanting to learn more like the eternally curious Scientist Salarian he was. This wasn’t what made the trip tense however, it was keeping his entourage in the dark that was nerve-wracking.
Mordin was able to placate their curiosity about his fervent curiosity with evidence of my tinkering. Apparently, nobody gave a Quarian tech and let them go ham on it due to socially branding them as pariahs unworthy of attention. I mean, sure, converting a BSA Judgement pistol from a mass-effect miniature rail gun into a pulse pistol using what I’ve learned from my own weapons was probably impressive to some people, but it was just replacing the ammo cube with a plasma emitting diode and letting the gun do it’s usual work from there.
Anyway, Mordin was ‘buying’ blueprints from me for him to propose for production and all that will get a royalty paid out to an account for me. Yay~! I’ll have money! Even though I’m a Quarian-well, look like one, with Mordin’s praise and support, several of those designs might go through! I’m incredibly excited about it!
Careful Nora. You might cause our system to overheat like when you electrocuted us a couple of days ago.
‘I said I was sorry! I thought I had shut off the power feed from the Drive Core!’ It was so embarrassing! I was knocked out in Sleep Mode after that electrocution until one of the spooks woke me up when he found me. That is the last time I try to jumpstart a drone with that much voltage. It worked, considering I had to come up with something to wake up it’s worn-out circuitry or just toss it in the recycler.
However, it also overcharged my nanites for a bit and they finished the last stretch of repairs on my chassis, so win-win, I have my arm back!
Nora, your brain is going off the rails again.
‘Shush you! I can go off on tangents all I like! It’s my brain!’ I playfully replied to my digital girlfriend as I slapped the back of my latest drone, yet another Salarian service unit. This one specifically modified to handle heavy loads for reloading the White-Out’s railgun in case Wrekrov isn’t available for that.
“You done automating the ship for us Tiny?” Speaking of said hulking rude dude priest, he entered my engineering bay and looked at the bulky exposed-wire and pistons drone meant to handle loading the railgun. “Hmph, looks good enough to handle the munitions, not much else though.”
“It’s not like I’m going to have this one clean the lavatory or your sheets.” I wrinkled my nose in a bit of hypocritical disgust. As a devotee to a goddess of Fertility, I expected a bit of perverseness from him, but aside from his rather icky solo sessions in the privacy of his room, he’s been a perfect if rude gentleman when it comes down to it.
“Makes sense. So, the slimy scientist finally got the nerve to approach me.” Uh oh. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner he wanted to know about the Goddess?” Oh. Oh ~. I was supposed to do that...
“It slipped my mind? I’ve been kinda busy keeping this ship in shape and tinkering with Mordin...where I could’ve brought it up. Ugh, sorry Wrekrov.” I feel so sheepish right now. I’d fully intended to do that, but in the face of ‘Tell Mordin Everything’ and ‘Mordin Likes My Tech’ I guess aside from spending quality time with Marrow, I’ve just sorta disconnected from the rest of the crew. That’s not good. I’d better spend time with them.
“Bah, I get it Tiny. You’ve found someone to indulge your hobbies with. Urta knows if I found someone as equally reverent to her as I, that I’d drop nearly anything to talk about her with them. That said, I’ve decided to divulge everything I can to the science spook. He may care more about the social and historical aspects, but at least someone somewhere will know more about Urta aside from a few reclusive adherents.” Wrekrov informed me and then leaned down to look into my visor. “That said, I’m hogging his time. You use that to go hang out with Paretia. She’s getting needy.”
What?
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“So you finally crawled out of your junk pile?” Paretia questioned me when I approached her in the galley. She was reclining in the floor-mounted seat at the table she’d chosen, swishing a glass of what was obviously alcohol.
“Sorry Paretia. Out of the whole crew, I’ve been ignoring you. I want to change that.” I declared, clearly catching her off-guard since she blinked and steadied her drinking hand.
“Huh? I thought we just didn’t mesh well and were keeping a professional distance.” Paretia replied and I tilted my head at that assumption.
“I just got sucked into my work, we’ve never really talked aside from when I had to inform everyone of things or when we first met where you tried to get into my suit.” At my reminder, her face flared in that unique way that Turians expressed embarrassment or surprise.
“O-oh. I thought that was why you kept a distance. Void knows I’ve pushed potential friends away with my forwardness.” Paretia admitted before downing her drink.
“No? I’ve just never gotten the chance to properly spend time with you specifically. Also, while I was flattered and a bit confused on how to respond, I didn’t take offense.” Not bothering to mention I had become bisexual somewhere along the road. “So anyway, what are your hobbies? You know mine.”
“Your hobbies are tinkering and fucking an exotic male on the regular or an Asari hottie since we don’t have perfect privacy right now. My hobbies are drinking, reading and trying to get laid.” Paretia grumbled unhappily at the last bit as she poured herself another glass from the bottle on the table. “Wrekrov doesn’t find me attractive, Krarek is asexual, then you and the hunk are an item. I’m left to my own devices on this lonely ship.”
“Sorry…” Wait. “Um, actually...I have a proposition for you…”
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Marrow froze when he entered his room. I was still suited, because of our clients, but Paretia was completely naked, exposing her exotic and beautiful metallic body’s curves and ridges. She was on her knees on his bed, her hands bound behind her back, a collar on her neck connected to a leash I had in my hands. “Uh...I sensed you were both here and excited, but…”
“Hey honey. I’ve brought us a pet to play with~.” I cooed and patted Paretia’s head, the Turian purred in a surprisingly avian way to the action and dragged her eyes up and down my boyfriend. “She’s all yours~.”
“...Babe. You are the best girlfriend.” Marrow cooed as he became she with her Asari form and sauntered into the room, closing the door behind her as she stripped off her hardsuit.
Don’t you forget it or prepare for trouble!
Or you’ll regret it and make it double~!
Ch.17
“So, we’re over Tuchanka.” I commented as I looked outside the bridge viewports at the radiation blasted planet. It was rather...dull. It was mostly patches of black, red and brown, with green seas. The presence of actual water on the planet helped explain how this blasted rock could support any life.
“A Coven would have this world back to green in months.” Marrow muttered quietly with a wince. “Or maybe years.” The spooks were on the bridge too, so he couldn’t be more vocal about this. When exchanging information with Mordin, he’d voiced his despair that such terraforming capability was not available currently, because there were so many worlds that were nigh uninhabitable for most species that would otherwise be wonderful locations to establish colonies.
“It may not be pretty, but it’s home. If it’s alright with everyone, when we land I would like to get in touch with what’s left of the Faith.” Wrekrov brought up as Paretia, who had become a regular in Marrow and I’s bed, guided us to dock with Tuchanka’s orbital spaceport. It was similar to the one I’d wound up on over Ekuna, likely because it’s meant as a buffer between the harsh planet and those arriving.
“Speaking of which, I would like to speak with them as well. It would help broaden the information you’ve provided, Preacher Jorgal.” Mordin politely and kindly requested of Wrekrov, who grunted and nodded affably. The last few days of the journey had seen to it that Mordin and Wrekrov had a respectful relationship with their exchange of info and even debating on said info. If I didn’t know better though, Wrekrov was trying to convert the Salarian.
Too bad for him that Mordin already knows that Urta is both real and is in the next galaxy, providing the Salarian with more concrete info and leading to him theorizing why her ‘Biotic’ power is so ambiently potent that she can influence things the next galaxy over without having a brain the size of a planet. For some reason Marrow was sheepish, but avoided that topic.
“Of course. I’ll even be a local guide for a bit until I have to come back to the ship.” Wrekrov added on and Mordin nodded in agreement.
“Quite professional of you. I eagerly accept your offer.” Mordin replied as we docked with the umbilical. “Well then, it seems this is farewell. I’m forwarding your payment now for your escort with a small bonus for the pleasant company. I hope to cross paths with you all again someday. Oh and Krarek, remember to take your medication before bed.”
“Yeah, yeah you doting matron. Now kindly leave, but come back anytime, we’ll gladly ferry you again if you need it.” Krarek clasped hands with Mordin and Wrekrov led the three Salarians out of the bridge. “Ugh. Finally . With those spooks gone we can relax. I could practically feel their eyes on my neck half the trip.”
“Tell me about it.” I groaned as I took off my helmet for the first time in nearly a week and-damn it ! “Geth!” My hair was now thigh length ! This is ridiculous! How come my head wasn’t getting pressed on?
That’s still active?! I thought I toggled it off! Geth irately snarled and I restrained a gasp at the sensation of her interfacing with my code without needing to be in Sleep Mode. Oh, great! You overcharged the keratin microfactories when we were electrocuted! Rerouting the excess.
“While it does cover your sexy ass, I like it.” Paretia commented as she took my black curtain of shiny hair in her hands and threaded her metal digits through it. Mrr~ the tingling on my scalp from the gentle tugging is so nice~. “But yeah, it’s gotta go. Turians don’t have hair, but I could give styling it a go.”
“You girls have fun with that. I’ve got work to be doing.” Krarek declared before deploying his helmet and leaving us be.
“Uh, did he call me a girl?” Marrow questioned before Paretia slapped his ass.
“Hey, to the rest of us you look like a taller-than-average Asari. With you stuck having that biotic thing up this whole time, it’s easy to forget you have male anatomy too.” Paretia answered before she then began pushing me by my shoulder blades. “Now let’s get you cleaned up so we can go shopping ~!”
Oh no ~! She’s one of those girls!
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“Paretia, I have to wear a suit under anything! Why am I bothering?” I huffed indignantly with my hands on my hips while wearing a shimmering one-piece silvery dress that ended just above my knees.
“You still look good in things you put over your suit! Like your hood, cape and sarong!” Paretia countered cheerfully while Marrow, properly an Asari right now, rubbed her chin with an appraising eye.
“Your friend has a point miss. I haven’t dressed a Quarian before for your stated reasoning, but it does look rather good with your body type.” The Asari shopkeeper of this small boutique on the station stated with a bit of envy in her tone. I tell you, having an Asari envious of my figure was an enormous ego boost.
“But I don’t want something this nice ! It’ll get ruined!” I protested with a whine, followed by a mewl as Marrow got behind me and wrapped her hands around my waist.
“Hm...I like it. I don’t want you to just have stuff for utility with only small things like the added bits to your suit. You deserve nice things.” Marrow insisted with a kiss to the side of my helmet.
“Grr...you could probably talk me into anything. Fine. I’ll buy this, but only this one dress.” I insisted and the shopkeep gladly opened her Omni-tool and I forwarded the credits to pay for the dress. It wasn’t overpriced, but this much money for a single dress ? Yeesh. No wonder she’s able to stay open with such a small shop.
“Pleasure doing business! Are you sure I can’t interest you in a fox cowl?” The shopkeeper, surprise, was actually a casual Urta worshiper. While Urta’s worship didn’t really extend beyond Tuchanka, the overly buxom deity was apparently quite a hit with the Asari who came to call the orbiting station home.
“I’ll buy one.” Marrow perkily announced before snagging one of said gray/white fox-eared hoods off a nearby rack and putting it on. “It’s cute, fluffy, warm. Sure, it clashes with my hardsuit, but whatever!” Marrow paid for the hood and then we left the boutique. “Funny enough, you can buy stuff like this almost anywhere in the Empire. Commerce is one of Wiatr’s spheres of influence and she loves her wives and husbands so much she promotes products based on their likeness.”
“The more I hear about your galaxy, the more I want to visit.” Paretia declared as we walked the ironically safe interior roads of the space station. Krogan warriors stood watch on every street corner, leering at everyone balefully, as if daring them to fuck up and disturb the peace.
It’s rather funny really. People believe that everywhere on Tuchanka, even this station, are a chaotic anarchistic hellhole. Instead, the Krogan guard and protect their charges like stern watch dogs rather than abusive corrupt assholes. Then again, I have seen these guards butcher people in the streets for infractions like attempted muggings or assault. No arrest, no warning. Just brutal violence to quell the unrest. No wonder it’s so orderly here.
“Hello ladies.” Someone’s monotone voice said from behind us and I eeped at someone’s arm-long pink tentacle- draping over my shoulders, Marrow was also subjected to the same as a Hanar floated between our faces. “Where are you headed?”
“Huh? What?” Paretia blinked as she looked at the sapient floating jellyfish draped over us. “Uh...why are you doing that? Hanar are genderless. I thought you didn’t have sexual urges.”
“I enjoy the pleasure of others and I am offering my many limbs to that end for a fee.” The surprisingly lewd genderless alien replied.
“Uh, as interesting as that would be, we’re busy. Sorry.” Marrow apologized with genuine regret, reminding me that my boyfriend was technically genderless too, she just chooses to be male most of the time.
“Very well, I hope you have a good day. May the Enkindlers bless your days.” The Hanar prostitute bid us farewell and floated off.
“But...they don’t...why did they…?” I couldn’t fathom how a creature without sexual organs would find prostitution a suitable line of work! I mean, sure, those tentacles would be all sorts of fun for women and-oh~! That’s why they approached us! A trio of women out on the town, we must be their usual demographic!
“Shame they’re genderless. Wiatr has been hoping to find a sapient tentacled species for thousands of years. How do they reproduce?” Marrow commented sadly before asking out of curiosity.
“Nobody’s sure, they just seem to show up.” Paretia shrugged and then smirked with that metal jaw of hers. “Shame we don’t have time to take them up on their offer, but let's go get Nora’s junk and then have some fun when we’re back on the White-Out .”
“It’s not junk, it’s treasure nobody’s given time to.” I pouted as we continued on our way.
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“I can’t believe they just dump their scrap down on the planet!” I snarled as we entered the White-Out after a fruitless search for the local scrap deck. Unfortunately, the Krogans don’t give two shits about Tuchanka’s environment because it’s already fucked, so they just dump their garbage and junk in massive disposal fields down on the planet.
“There’s a reason why the Krogans are considered dirtier than the average sapient.” Paretia huffed in similar disgust, though her frustration was mostly due to the hours wasted trying to find the scrap deck. They don’t even have a damn recycler! This is basically the region’s dump site!
“Don’t worry sweetie. When the Empire comes for the Terminus and distressed systems like this one, we’ll be cleaning up places like this as a priority.” Marrow soothed my fury as she carried our clothes towards the private rooms with Paretia and I following. “So I’m guessing sex is out for now?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah. Not in the mood.” I muttered disgustedly. “You two have fun if you want.” ‘Sorry if you were looking forward to it Geth.’
It’s okay Nora. This Disgusting mistreatment of a potentially viable world has us turned off too.
“Um, are you sure? I mean, I’ve always been a fun third wheel between you two until now.” Paretia nervously questioned us with her hands wringing in front of her.
“We’re all consenting adults here. If Nora is comfortable with it, I’m okay with it.” Marrow said as she morphed into his base form. “That will involve all kinds of fluids going into very tight and sensitive places of course.”
“Yeah, it’s okay.” I chuckled as we reached Marrow’s room, which was unofficially shared by the three of us even if Paretia and I had our own rooms. “You two have fun, don’t break her, buggy boy~.” I winked as I unzipped the front of my Enviro-Suit and walked away, pulling my silvery dress up and stuffing it into my cleavage where my fancy Inventory manifested.
Now then. Since I don’t have any new scrap, what can I do to pass-? “There you are!” Eep! I jumped and hastily zipped my suit back up before spinning to see Krarek approaching me. “I was wondering why you three were gone for so long. For that matter, are Marrow and Paretia back?”
“Uh, yeah? They’re-.” I was interrupted by Krarek grunting and pulling me by the hand towards the bridge.
“Tell them to put their respective libidos away, we need to go. Now.” Krarek growled as I hailed my lovers with a text to their Omni-tools for them to get dressed and to rush to the bridge.
“U-uh, okay! What’s going on?” I questioned while synchronizing with Alexa and preparing the ship to disconnect. I hope Wrekrov is-.
“Wrekrov is having some issues planetside. It turns out local thugs have ousted the remnants of his people’s native faith and have occupied the Urtanka Cathedral at the capital.” Krarek angrily informed me as he rapidly used his captain console to do the things that Alexa doesn’t have authority for.
“What?!” I yelped as Marrow and Paretia, half-dressed and zipping their hardsuits on, entered the bridge with the former going to the comm station and the latter rushing for the pilot seat.
“Urta’s local temple was taken over?! At least tell me it’s a military occupation!” Marrow pleaded as he sent out a request for emergency dispensation to detach from the station and head planetside for the spaceport at the capital.
“No, just a band of local bandits under a warlord deciding the old faith was only worth as much as their relics could be sold for.” Krarek grimly replied as the station surprisingly gave us launch credentials while other ships were pinging us to follow. Oh shit. Those stupid fucks down there have woke a hive up here!
“I’m going to slaughter them!” Marrow snarled as his hands clenched into fists, his body shaking with rage. This anger...it wasn’t like anything compared to when he was miffed with Mordin’s actions against the Krogan. It was intense, very intense and I was beginning to worry for him. “We need to get down there now before Urta can manifest!” What?!
“What do you mean?! Isn’t she a galaxy away?!” I squeaked as the White-Out was released from it’s tether along with several smaller ships ranging from personal fighters to gunboats. They all opened fleet channels and Krarek began rapidly coordinating with them with short-script words I couldn’t understand.
Marrow ensured his comm station was muted for the captain since he was managing the communications as our sudden small squadron of ships all flew with haste towards the capital. “She is a Goddess . If her subjects, her place of worship, is being occupied by non-military means, then she can feel it! She’ll be compelled to follow the sensation of wrongness and connect to the shrine that’s being defiled. If she comes here now, so far ahead of schedule, hopes for a peaceful introduction to this galaxy will die with all the bandits on Tuchanka.”
“Fuck!” Paretia snarled, mirroring mine and Geth’s inward thoughts. “So we’ve gotta get down there, rescue Wrekrov and have him consecrate the shrine or something?!”
“Yes, how’d you guess?” Marrow questioned in bemusement.
“This is like one of my comic book series! Shit, he needs a living sacrifice doesn’t he?” Paretia wailed and I looked at Marrow who blushed so hotly his dark green-blue chitin turned bright green.
“Uh, yes, but not in the way you’re expecting.” Marrow sighed and rubbed his face. “Fuck...I’m going to have to bite the bullet aren’t I...?”
“Um, what?” I worriedly questioned as we entered the atmosphere of Tuchanka.
“He needs to bleed and seed a female upon the altar. Krogan females are nearly barren .” Marrow looked queasy and clenched his eyes as I connected the dots.
“Oh…” That is both...upsetting, disgusting, yet oddly attractive. That he’d be willing to go to such an extent to prevent disaster is noble, yet I felt a pang of lament that he would do it at all. “Are you sure? I mean, I’m a von-neumann device. I’m sure by some odd reasoning that it’d count as seeding a female.” My return offer caused Marrow to balk at me. “Sweetie, I Love you. We haven’t been together long, but if you don’t think you could handle it, I’ll do it.”
“No. I’ll do it. You can’t risk further exposure. Besides, if I stay an Asari, I can excuse how it is that he could seed me instead of trying the whole Krogan miracle thing and draw even more attention.” Marrow then blushed again. “Besides...wouldn’t be the first time…” Say what~?
“Lovebirds, as much as I don’t want to spoil your tender moment, we’re going to have to launch via the shuttle mid-flight while Paretia flies to park the White-Out at the spaceport.” Krarek declared as he got up from his command console.
“Got it!” I acknowledged as I unzipped my suit to pull my guns from my cleavage. Magic Inventory is so useful. I holstered my weapons on my thigh and back and then rushed to the shuttle bay with our captain and my lover. ‘I think now would be a good time for tactical mode? Don’t you think love?’
If you’re sure.
Ah, that is quite convenient. Hormonal simulation suspended, emotional peaks at lower thresholds, processors cooling down. Successful parallel optimization between Unit Nexus and all 716 Geth programs achieved.
“Sweet Cheeks?” Lover Marrow questioned us with concern in his tone as I sat upon his lap in the passenger seat.
“Yes Lover Marrow?” I questioned as I pulled on the extended harness, an augment I made for just this occasion.
“Oh, I see. Well, this is a good time for that, just don’t turn into an assassin droid.” Mate Marrow commented before he morphed into his similarly attractive Asari form and wrapped her arms around my waist even though I had secured us both. I hummed in appreciation.
“Do not worry. I am battle-ready, but not without conscience.” I assured my mate, who I hoped would not suffer unduly for having to copulate with our mutual crewmate and bear a child.
“Good to know, Tiny.” Krarek commented as he launched the shuttle from the White-Out while it was still in flight, the turbulence rocking us as he flew us towards a massive structure carved into a mountain. That is quite impressive. “This is White-Glint , I’m setting us down in a corner of the courtyard!”
“Confirmed White-Glint. Be sure to put their heads on pikes!” Came a gruff Krogan voice from the shuttle’s comm. Oh dear. I’m going to have work cut out for me fixing this shuttle up again. It was already a hassle to recycle and reconstitute the viewscreen from last time. Regardless, that is This Unit’s duty and it shall be done.
“Get ready.” Girlfriend Marrow snarled as she readied her pistol and I copied while the White-Glint came under fire from below.
Ch.18
Projectiles thudded against the damage-resistant bottom of the White-Glint , one glanced against the viewport and cracked it. Krarek rapidly descended and roughly landed the shuttle with the front facing away from the gunfire in the corner nearest to where Mordin and Wrekrov were pinned down. Upon us landing, the duo sprinted for the new cover provided by the armored light-duty spacecraft.
However, before exfiltration could be properly considered, an explosion wracked the aft end of the White-Glint . The girl was grounded, possibly for good. I unfastened the harness I shared with Marrow and patted the downed ship’s dash consolingly before bursting from the door and laying down precision covering fire while Marrow used her ‘biotics’ to raise a barrier.
“Thank you for the assistance. I did not believe we would be reunited so quickly.” Friend Mordin rapidly stated as he swapped out his pistol’s thermal clip for a cold one to more rapidly cool his Scorpion while the hot one was left on his belt to vent it’s heat.
“As nice as it is to see you two, get behind the ship!” Sentinel Marrow snarled since her biotic barrier was taking a pounding. At her demand, we all hid behind the prow of the ship and she dropped her barrier with a gasp. “Hot damn. That was tougher than blocking a barrage of blaster bolts.”
“They’re using Haliat Thunders and ERCS Banshees with extended thermal clips to keep firing. One even has his on a bipod.” Wrekrov growled and patted his own Haliat Thunder affectionately. “They’re wrecking the barrels of their guns by firing them so much, heat sinks be damned.”
“Lament the waste of good weapons later, we have a crisis beyond the obvious. Wrekrov, Marrow’s informed us that if we don’t purge these heretics and consecrate the altar by your bleeding and seeding a female upon it, then Urta may manifest and destroy all hope of peaceful coexistence between the coming Empire and this galaxy.” I dutifully informed him, causing Wrekrov to look baffled.
“But her coming could reunite my people! Cure the Genophage and remind them of the Tenets of War!” Friend Wrekrov protested, causing me to realize I was having what Unit Nexus refers to as a Paragon or Renegade moment. However, this isn’t so cut and dry as that. Wrekrov’s people will get help later, but if Urta comes now, she will destroy far more. “Huh...didn’t think of it that way.”
Oh dear, was I speaking aloud? I’d best check my vocal subroutines for consistency.
“Agreed. While I approve of the Krogan species regaining a sense of direction and order, I do not believe having such a volatile biotic of such power unleashed on the galaxy would be at all conscionable.” Friend Mordin declared in support of delaying Urta’s arrival like a rational person.
“Alright, so we’re blasting through them. Have any tricks, Tiny?” Krarek questioned me and I nodded. My dispute over my erroneous moniker would have to wait until afterward.
“I have a surplus of grenades I have fashioned from scrap.” I announced as I unzipped my suit and reached into my cleavage, retrieving a bundle of grenades that I handed to Wrekrov. I dutifully ignored the gawking of the others as I fished out several more bundles of grenades. I make sure I leave no scrap to waste, so I wonder why they are shocked at the 50 grenades I have produced. “Well, are we not going to volley their line with explosives?”
“Sweet Cheeks, that is one of the hottest things I’ve ever heard you say.” Marrow kissed my visor at the cheek and grabbed a bundle as I zipped my Enviro-Suit back up.
“Noted. I shall attempt to be more aggressive in my vocal interactions.” I grabbed my own bundle while the others accepted their own. I peeked around the corner of the ship and ducked back after getting a snapshot of the enemy positioning on the steps leading up into the mountain cathedral. Calculating. Trajectories predicted according to wind speed and gravitational pull of the planet.
“Shame we won’t have much time in the open to-.” Wrekrov’s words were interrupted by me priming and flinging grenades up and over the ship with mechanical precision, the resulting explosions caused screams of pain and halted the suppressing gunfire long enough for him and the others to break cover, throwing their own grenades at their chosen targets.
By the time my shrapnel grenades had made short work of the outer defenses, several other ships landed in the courtyard before Krogans, Turians, Asari, what-have-you, poured forth and screamed in fury as they charged up the steps, our group taking up the rear as the cavalry, a bit late, slammed into the sealed doors with the Krogans acting like battering rams.
Considering this system is a Demilitarized Zone, it would make sense that an impromptu militia such as this would’ve taken some time to properly organize before arriving. That they did get here so quickly by that reasoning was fairly impressive. “Stay clear! We’re going to blast an opening in the wall next to the doors! They were made to withstand sieges by armies of Krogan!”
At the warning of what is clearly a local demolitions expert, we all stood back as he and his crew began liberally setting up shaped charges in a circle to the right of the door. “If it is made to withstand sieges by your people, how could the people within have been overtaken by bandits?” Marrow questioned morosely, likely already knowing the answer.
“Because it is meant to be open. It is meant to serve the people, not lock them out. Damn these faithless curs!” Wrekrov snarled as he, like several Krogan, all paced back and forth like predators trapped in cages. Odd, aren’t they a prey species of Tuchanka? “At least it is good to see some people still believe that they consider Urta important enough to come at her need.”
“Stand clear!” Shouted the fully armored man of unknown species as he brought up his Omni-tool. All 5 of the tightly arranged shaped charges detonated, blasting a hole large enough for three Krogans astride through the thick wall.
“For Urta!” Wrekrov bellowed and several other Krogan roared in kind with many others joining them still before the towering battle-blessed aliens took the vanguard position of rushing in first, Wrekrov at the head.
The rest of us followed them into a massive firefight. All thoughts fled me, if it wasn’t a red mark on my IFF I left it be, if it was I shot it. I stayed near Marrow and Krarek the whole time, lending cover support to Wrekrov as he barreled into enemies and viscerally slaughtered them with both gun and claw. My shots met only the faces of the enemy, yet that number was dwindling.
Soon enough, the main chapel of the cathedral had the floor coated in blood of many races, mostly Krogan of course. Our side had suffered losses as well, mostly non-Krogan in that case since they are squishier than the hulking reptiles.
“Sweet Cheeks? You can turn off kill-mode now.” At Mate Marrow’s words I turned towards her and tilted my head.
“Hm?” I asked wordlessly, then noted that I was covered in blood. Oh, I must be quite a sight right now. “Apologies. I shall endeavor to be less aggressive in future combat scenarios.”
“No, babe, that was hot , but you need to cool down. It’s already over.” Marrow insisted and I scanned the room. IFF clear, no movements of the downed bandits, ambient temperatures lowering. Confirmed battle completion, reverting to-.
“O-oh keelah …” I fell to my knees and dry-heaved in my visor as Marrow patted my back, causing the blood on me to make a cringe-worthy squelching noise.
“Holy Urta, Tiny! You were like a personification of the Goddess just now!” Wrekrov declared approvingly as he grabbed my shoulders and nearly picked me up to set me back on my feet. “Stand proud! You’re practically a Krogan today!” But I don’t wanna be a Krogan…
We may get a Krogan combat chassis in the future Nora. It was on the list of blueprints Star Swirl gave us...
‘What?!’ I mentally yelped before I noticed every male besides Wrekrov were staring at me and chuckling as they nodded towards me, the women visibly pouting yet nodding too, oh keelah. “Th-that’s great. Let’s see about quelling Urta’s wrath huh? Is there a private altar?”
“Huh? Of course not.” Wrekrov replied in bewilderment as he gestured towards the large slab of stone that was before the enormous statue of Urta carved into the wall.
“Who should the partner be?” Asked one of the Krogans who had come with the militia.
“I vote for the Quarian!” Another said with a chuckle.
“Are you nuts?! The poor girl will die of illness!” Shouted one of the non-Krogan women.
“But she’s the one who proved the most potent female Warrior here and is clearly quite Fertile.” Rebutted another Krogan, the reptiles all unanimously nodding in agreement that I’m the most suited for the sacrifice.
“Mine!” Marrow declared and hugged my filthy helmet to her chest with a glare. “If it’ll spare her the risk, I’ll do it! The lot of you better give us privacy though!”
“We need to sweep through all the other chambers of the cathedral anyway. You two be sure to satiate Urta, Priest. It’s going to be difficult finding adherents to refill these halls without ambient battle-rage clouding everyone’s minds.” Another Krogan declared as the rest of the militia trooped through the two doors in the rear of the main chapel.
“I will.” Wrekrov grimly promised as our group approached the altar, which was mostly a massive slab of stone set before the sexy overly-voluptuous massive statue of Urta carved into the wall. The slab and the statue were likewise splattered in blood, but this didn’t deter Wrekrov who retracted his helmet and sighed as he began stripping off his armor. “Sorry about this Marrow.”
“Trust me, I know how important this is. The last thing we need is for Urta to manifest and-.”
“What is going on here?!” Came a demanding and overpowering woman’s voice from the statue in a sultry south middle-eastern accent. Said statue was glowing with turquoise light. “I can feel the blood of the invaders. I just projected myself here and suddenly things have taken a turn. What is happening?”
“Goddess Urta! Mother of us all! Grand General of All Wars! I am merely a humble Priest in your service! Our cathedral was overtaken by bandits, but we have since regained it!” Wrekrov prostrated before the altar, naked as the day he was born. He was exuding immense joy at finally hearing the voice of his goddess, while I was feeling awed. I can’t speak for the others though.
“Oh. Well, shit. Sorry. I would’ve come sooner to reinforce you, but you’re very far away. Where is this cathedral that it is so far and has bandits of all things to harass it?” Urta demanded curiously before Marrow took his natural form and flew up to the face of the statue, standing on the bust. “Wait, little Marrow?! But you’re supposed to be in the Milky Way!”
“Aunt Urta. Please leave! You projected to the cathedral of the Krogans, a local alien species that has worshiped you since their ancient eras. You can’t be here! Not yet! You’ll spark a war of extinction for the Krogan!” Marrow pleaded to his far-distant aunt, who hummed in consideration.
“So, your duties are making good progress, I guess. Fine. If it’ll cause so much trouble I’ll be leaving. Priest!”
“Yes my Goddess!” Wrekrov replied instantly, refusing to look down from the high-up face of his deity.
“Keep up the good work! Although, I sense my presence there is weak, it is still enough for me to have felt the dire straits of my followers. I give you my Blessing as my Missionary! Remind the people of my glory as you always have, but now carry weight behind it!”
“I shall succeed or die trying!” Wrekrov declared proudly and I gasped as I backed away from the turquoise light that shimmered over the Krogan.
“Good man. Oh and Marrow, I can feel your biological clock running overtime, you found someone?”
“B-bye now!” Marrow flew back down to us as Urta cackled playfully, her voice fading as the light coming from her statue dimmed to nothing. “Geez! At least she isn’t Granny Wiatr, she’d have fixated on that instead of just noting it.”
“So, before I get dressed, can I assume that the traditional consecration of the altar is unneeded?” Wrekrov questioned Marrow, who nodded with relief in his expression even as he turned back into an Asari. “Just checking.”
“You just got Blessed by Urta. I wouldn’t be shocked if you could ignore the Genophage and knock up any female Krogan and also get female eggs that survive.” Marrow snarked, then we all as one paused before we looked at Mordin as he stared up at the statue. “Uh, hey. You haven’t said anything since we saved your bacon.”
“That wasn’t Biotics. That is unexplainable by all fields of science. I have just witnessed something absolutely no sapient will believe without seeing it themselves.” Mordin stated, his Salarian monotone laced with awe. “There are still mysteries out in the universe. Fields of science and wonder to be discovered…”
“Shame Salarians live such short lives.” Krarek commented soberly, himself in his own species’ middle-age, he could probably sympathize with such lofty dreams being out of reach due to the restraints of time.
“I have been addressing the Salarian lifespan since I began work on my first doctorate. I will already see perhaps several more years than an average Salarian, but even so, it will not be enough. It never will. Not after seeing that.” Mordin declared with lament in his tone.
“Now, about the Genophage.” Wrekrov grunted with a look at Mordin as he sat against the slab of the altar and began working his hardsuit back on. Uh-oh. Did Mordin admit this to him?
“No. The Krogan are not ready, not yet Wrekrov.” Mordin said soberly. “There are still more Bandits like these all over Tuchanka. Warbands led by warlords, no centralized government, barely any cultural foundation besides this incredibly real religion. If Krogan were to breed at their normal rates or even gain a slight increase in population and they realized it, there are too many variables for a Warmonger to come to power. I must introduce the modifications, at least for this time, to keep Krogan wars from happening. The next war could rob us of your people and this.”
Mordin gestured to the temple in awe. “Imagine what Warlords like this Harjral would do if they thought they could keep their numbers up and destroy all you have worked for, just because they thought the past, this culture you keep alive, is not worth it. That they think they can waste the men on such self-destructive impulses while the women are nothing but breeding stock. I will cure the Genophage, but not today, not with the risk present without a radical leader ready to take charge and prevent such actions.”
“You could’ve just summed it up with: Find the right one for the job first, then we’ll talk.” Wrekrov huffed and finished putting his armor on, then slapped Mordin on the back hard enough to send the Salarian stumbling. “You’re a good guy, but a cruel one. So, since I am now the Archpriest, you still interested in reading from the Lexicada Urtada?”
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Tuchanka stinks. Literally. It reeks. I’m going to have to stand in the sonic shower both naked and in my Enviro-Suit to get the stench of the planet off of me. Also to run it on decontamination mode to lower my collected radiation so I’m not a risk for others on board. They’re all good on that front, not me. I still suffer from the issues of being synthetic there.
That aside, it took me several hours to repair the thruster gimbal on the White-Glint to get her back to the White-Out . The time was mostly because I had to hitch a ride with some locals willing to help me out since I impressed them with my combat prowess in order to get to the nearest scrapyard and then back again with the parts I needed.
It turns out the Church of Urta actually operates on donations ! Seriously. They didn’t have any vehicles in the cathedral’s motor pool because the church had to sell everything to maintain the building. Yeesh.
“Do you think she’ll be back in ship-shape again?” Paretia questioned me while I was hip-deep inside the port-side thruster. I bet I’m giving anyone out there a really nice shot of my ass~.
“She’s already flight worthy, but by this point I’d be better off completely gutting Krarek’s old hauler and incorporating it’s parts into White-Glint or using it as a hangar queen to help keep our shuttle flying.” I called behind me as I repaired the nozzle.
“Aw, but it’s the street-legal one.” Paretia mewled and I breathed a huff out of my nose. Of course. The little junker is the one that can actually go on planetary city traffic lanes. Ugh...now I have to upgrade that piece of shit too.
“Fine. Now could you make yourself useful and pull me out of this so I don’t have to wriggle?” I requested and wasn’t disappointed by the Turian’s hands groping my ass. “Mm~, I knew you’d do that, but could you actually pull me out?”
“Aw, but I was hoping I could watch Marrow fuck you like this.” Paretia-wait, what?
“Damn it Paretia, you spoiled the surprise!” I felt hot . Marrow was going to give me a surprise dicking? Like this?
“What?” I yelped and bit my lip at the familiar sensation of Marrow’s massive maleness pressing against my covered groin. “Well, too bad. I’m-.” The near-invisible seam around my sex peeled open with ease and I squeaked and spasmed as he began feeding that monster to my hungry cunny. “Ahn~!” I grabbed the nozzle of the space-faring turbine and mewled as I gyrated, easing more and more of his cock into me.
“Hnng~! I can’t believe how sexy this is~!” Marrow growled, his fake-Turian hands changing back to his softer chitin as he groped my thicc booty and began gently thrusting into me. “When mother talked about how legendary Wiatr’s first breeding through a window was, I didn’t think it would be this incredible.”
“B-breeding~?” I whined, noticing he was still wearing a condom like always though. “D-don’t stuff me in here~! I’ll get stuck!” That oddly enticed me more!
It is illogical to enjoy the concept of getting entrapped. Why are We enjoying it? Geth Queried through our mutual pleasure, yet I had no Answer.
“You’re driving me crazy Nora! Now I’m gonna fuel this ship!” Marrow picked up the pace and I wailed in pleasure as I orgasmed quickly, then I felt the wonderful heat of his seed filling me...
Ch.19
“Gah, how did she get stuck?” Krarek asked as I laid nude on an operating table in the med bay, enjoying the afterglow too much to care about how hard the others had to pull to get me free. “Seriously, how can any creature produce that much fluid?” Krarek was referring to my cum-stuffed womb, so packed that I looked pregnant with multiples. My flesh feels so tingly and pleasant to run my hands over. This can’t be Quarian at all.
The Von-Neumann device has been activated due to new genetic material. Number of new models: three. Geth reported with a blissful fucked-out tone that I could sympathize with.
“You don’t want to meet my grandmother then. She can fill lakes on a bad day.” Marrow chuckled as I smiled serenely, my hands cradling my fecundity.
‘Three babies.’ I mentally moaned in awe. I never wanted children before. Mother told me that when I found the right person, that I’d want nothing more than to give him children. I guess I just never found the right guy.
Calculating how much material is left: Enough for ten more models. Geth breathlessly stated.
‘We can have thirteen?’ I Queried and bit my lip as I looked over at Marrow sheepishly getting chastised by Krarek for being reckless and Paretia for enabling it. Wrekrov, having come up from finishing up with Mordin and giving him a copy of the Lexicana Urtada was looking at me with a knowing smirk.
It would take some endoframe adjustments by the system nanites, a fairly intense intake of nutrition and somehow making an Enviro-Suit capable of containing such a hefty female, but yes~. Geth replied with desire . Clearly, having this taste of what it means to be organic was beyond enticing to her.
“Someone might want to stop her.” Wrekrov chuckled as a yes/no box prompting approval for full production mode of more little ones flashed onto my HUD and I couldn’t select YES fast enough!
“Did you wear a contraceptive?” Krarek asked with concern laced in his tone.
“Of course I-oh, shit! Sweet Cheeks, did it burst inside of you from how hard we had to yank you out?!” Marrow fretted as he rushed to me and laid his hands on my belly.
“Mm~, yes~.” I moaned as I rubbed my firming belly, my womb becoming more rigid as the multitude of microfactories within me began processing the complex purple semen that Marrow has fueled me with. Wait, oh fuck, so hungry!
I grabbed the closest thing and shoved it in my mouth. That it was a medical scanner my teeth somehow crushed and I ravenously gulped it down didn’t matter. I needed material for my babies! “Scrap! I need-!” My belly whirred urgently and I groaned at the emptiness within me. “Please~! So hungry~!”
“We have a pyjak infestation.” Wrekrov suggested and I moaned in disapproval.
“No~. I don’t need proteins or other organic things! I need minerals, plastics, circuitry! The liquid protein that Marrow stuffed me with is enough for the organic bits, I need junk!” I growled as I was becoming hangry.
“Uh, the scrap we grabbed for selling?” Paretia said before I rolled off the table and surprised her with a kiss, then I moaned from the taste of her metal plates and started licking her as she got nervous. “N-Nora, I’m not food…” Paretia meekly squeaked as I moved down and sucked on her neck. “S-someone get her food before she eats me !”
“I’m moving!” Wrekrov said in a rush as I began eating her armor, my grip on her as firm as iron.
“I love you.” I moaned as I exposed her smooth curved chest and began to lick her.
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“Mm~!” I hummed in appreciation as I crunched down on a scrap ‘burger’ composed of various metals, plastics and silicates, liberally drenched in oils both organic and synthetic. My churning baby factory of a belly quickly putting the processed raw materials to use as whatever it was that made my mouth able to basically melt whatever I encased between my teeth made this no harder than eating normal food.
“You almost ate me.” Paretia huffed where she was covering herself with a blanket Krarek provided, underneath she was covered in bite marks. Thankfully due to her still being organic underneath her natural armor, my material-molding mouth didn’t do more than mark her.
“Sowwy.” I muttered between chews of my ‘burger’.
“We’re having how many babies?” Marrow fretted as he paced next to me in panic.
“Thirteen. Pass that old spanner please?” I requested, getting the old solid steel wrench handed to me, which I promptly took a bite out of and hummed at the pleasant flavor.
Unlocked the design for Geth to impregnate organics as well as get pregnant. We will send it to the collective. Geth stated with satisfaction in her tone as I swallowed the last of the wrench and rubbed my term-with-triplets belly.
‘What do you mean?’ I Queried before an image of us with a penis popped up on my HUD. ‘Th-that’s a bit much for me. I don’t think I’d be comfortable with that.’ I replied before grabbing a few degraded pieces of armor and chomping down on them
We could apologize to Paretia with it~.
‘We can just make it a toy. She’s basically my girlfriend already. I’ll just surprise her with a dildo next time so she doesn’t have to settle for oral or scissoring.’ Scissoring was actually entirely new to me as a formerly straight woman. Getting talked through it by Marrow was actually fairly embarrassing, but Paretia was patient with me.
Oh, um…we may have...
‘You’d better reverse that alteration order or so help me you are on the couch for months !’ I chewed on my meal a bit more intently than necessary
“You’re angry.” Marrow mewled as he shrunk away from me.
“Not at you, baby. Geth jumped the gun on something and I’m making sure she understands how much trouble she’s in if she doesn’t fix it.” I informed my lover as I licked my lips. “Hey, do we have any Eezo on board?” I guess I need it since I don’t have Argent around. I hope my babies don’t have trouble because they have a Mass Effect core.
“Yeah. I’ll get it. Wrekrov, come with me.” Krarek stated, resigned but determined.
“Oh, what’s this?” Marrow purred as he rubbed under my belly, which was slowly but surely swelling bigger.
“The beginning of something that won’t finish and in fact, is going to return to normal soon.” ‘Right ?’ I enjoyed the ‘meep’ Geth gave as she followed through with my demand and also finally turned off my hair factories, my hair is down to my thighs!
“Ah, I wouldn’t mind it.” Marrow chuckled with a kiss to my underbelly, which really felt good! “Maybe for one night every once in a while?” Marrow asked hopefully, reminding me that his culture is extremely sexually open and his very species was technically genderless.
“Uh?” Paretia asked before looking. “Keep it! You can double team me!” She urged and I pouted at them both. “Ugh, fine. I get it. I don’t think I’d like to have a penis myself.”
“Thank you for understanding-oh~. I need...do we have raw carbon in that junk?” I questioned hopefully, rubbing my firm light lavender flanks.
“Marrow.” I said with a glare before my belly complained, the microfactories actually whirring in demand for carbon.
“Okay, I’ll stop. I think this circuit board is carbon?” Marrow tossed me the board like it was a frisbee and I snatched it with my hand before nomming on it. Mm~ carbon…
“We’re back, also there was this weird door in the hall that had a barrel of this white stuff in it with a note written in numerous languages that it’s for Tiny.” Wrekrov set down a canister of Eezo and then an oil drum that looked delicious , not even considering what was inside it.
“White stuff?” I asked after finishing my carbon, my microfactories need more, but it wasn’t a necessity at this point in time. “Hold on. Hnng~!” I picked myself up, my robotic strength integral to the act and I had to put both hands on my lower back with a huff to keep my balance as Marrow steadied me. “Oof, that is heavy.”
“You are shoveling literal junk into your body.” Paretia commented as she also helped me waddle over to the barrel. First things first however. “That is just scary to see.” I had grabbed the Eezo canister, which was about the size of a small oxygen tank and was gulping the contents down like I was eating straight from a cheez whizz can that had a particularly fast output.
“This is all sorts of disgusting and intriguing. A shame Mordin had to stay on Tuchanka, he’d be having a field day with this.” Krarek commented, yet I was too busy nourishing my babies to reply. “This also completely changes things, what are we going to do?”
This is so strange. Anyway, we should head back to Rannoch. We need to introduce Marrow to the Collective anyway and our children would be best off left with their family since our duties are far from over. Geth suggested, but I was still too busy gulping down Eezo and holding my visibly expanding womb to properly answer.
Thankfully, the others all waited until I was done drinking down the precious element and I sighed before taking a bite out of the canister. “We should go to Rannoch. I can send word ahead to give us clearance with the Collective for safe travel. Also, we need to introduce Marrow and help establish connections with the Empire. We should’ve done that sooner actually.” I nommed on the canister quickly, since it wasn’t very big, then looked at the closed oil drum. “So, white stuff?”
“No idea what it is. There was a strange door made of something alien with this sitting outside it before the door just vanished. It had a note stating to give it to you.” Krarek informed us, telling me that it must’ve been Star Swirl. Did he put something in my chassis to inform him when I get pregnant so he would be able to provide this? What is it?
I opened the cap and leaned down to take a whiff. I immediately plopped down on my thicc ass, grabbed the barrel and began chugging the contents with it resting on my shelf of a belly and boobs. “Hold on, is that Argent?! Where did Star Swirl manage to steal a whole drum of it?!” Marrow yelped in surprise as the girth of my pale lavender womb gurgled as it grew.
“Hmhm~.” I hummed between gulps, my lips forming a seal around the short nozzle of the drum. This gave a firm thick rod perfect entry to my mouth. “Hmph~?” I sucked on the rod, instinctively knowing from my nights with Marrow that it was a penis. A penis producing Argent! I sucked and gulped at the ‘spigot’ as it throbbed and fed me the materials I needed to help my children have a more sustainable and organic-like chassis. After it finished pumping into me, I pulled off with a pop and licked my lips at the see-through turquoise penis sticking out of the short nozzle of the drum.
“Is that…?” Paretia asked in bewilderment before the alien phallus slid back into the drum and I set it aside, having obtained enough Argent to swell my womb to term with sextuplets in size with how much raw material needed processing now.
“Oh no. He abducted an Argent Slime. They’re artificially augmented organic lifeforms that produce liquid Argent. That drum is likely magically sealed against trying to free them too, so they’ll have to wait until I can take them back to Imperial systems to get them out.” Marrow took the drum and tried to put his fingers in the opening, but an invisible barrier stopped him.
“Uh? There’s someone in there?” I asked uneasily. I’d assumed it was just a perverted spigot for the drum. I mean, Star Swirl is clearly a pervert, just look at my chassis!
“Things just get stranger. Alright, I’m going to start plotting our course for Rannoch that won’t get us waylaid by officials. Let’s get you cleaned up and dressed Paretia.” Krarek began dragging my Turian girlfriend away and Wrekrov followed, leaving Marrow and I alone.
“Hello? Can you hear me in there?” Marrow spoke into the drum as I sat and happily rubbed my sides as my microfactories processed what I’d provided for the building blocks of my 13 synthetic children.
“Yes! I heard you can’t let me out, but could you please feed me? I’ve been stuck here subsisting off my own excess mass, but that woman with the incredible mouth just took that.” Came a female voice from the drum. Again, I need to remember that Andromeda is an alien galaxy compared to what I’m used to.
“Sure. I can get you some food-.” The drum rocked back and forth and the penis emerged from the nozzle, only the urethra hole turned into a tiny mouth.
“No~! I’ve been living off of my excess mass and nutrition paste for months! I want cum!” The slightly-morphed male anatomy demanded with a ditzy female voice.
“Oh. You’re one of those volunteers. Okay, uh...it’ll be kinda awkward mounting this drum…” Marrow replied as the slime bimbo cheered and retracted her dick from the whole and even made an ‘ah~’ sound, likely with her mouth wide open at the drum’s opening.
“Oh~, do it. Give me a show babe.” I purred, groping my left breast as I rubbed my belly with my other hand. ‘This is so weird, yet so fucking hot !’
We are similarly aroused. Geth replied to my mental comment.
“You could’ve done it too.” Marrow huffed as he held the handles of the top of the drum and aimed his cock for the opening.
“What was that?” I asked with an edge to my tone.
“Nothing sweetie!”
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“Alright, here’s the last run of scrap, paid for with your share of our money. That better last until we reach Rannoch.” Krarek huffed with a slightly amused grin at how I was literally salivating over the junk Wrekrov had unloaded from the hauler.
“I’ll try my hardest, but if I do I’ll resort to eating the bunks in the bunkroom.” I cradled my fecundity. I didn’t need to eat yet, the microfactories had enough to work with for now. I was also partially suited up, my suit was completely open in the front save the parts I was able to work over my breasts, which had also gotten bigger. Am I expected to nurse synths like a mammal?
“Ugh.” Marrow groaned as he rubbed his lower regions while he sat on the drum next to me, the said drum was humming contentedly. “I think I know why my brothers told me never to volunteer for slime-feeding duty. I’m so dry I might just pass out from dehydration.”
“Hm~, still hungry~.” The drum chuckled and Marrow jumped from it to hide behind Wrekrov. “Aw, you can feed me normal food now that I’ve gotten my cummies! No need to run. You were warming up the drum too.”
“So what’s our new crew member’s name?” Krarek questioned sternly. Paretia was the only one not here, so she’s probably piloting us off of Tuchanka if the slight shifts in the ship said anything on that.
“I didn’t ask. Most Argent Slimes don’t bother either because they immerse themselves wholly into the task of being a literal cow to be milked or they forget from the pleasure that causes them. Do you have a name?” Marrow questioned the drum and it rocked side-to-side.
“Um...I think it was Celise? Maybe Celise. Celise sounds good. Hi! I’m Celise!” The drum cheerfully declared and I suddenly flushed hotly. Oh. Fuck!
“Trials in Tainted Space?! Really?! This is my life?!” I demanded at the ceiling, utterly embarrassed that one of my guiltiest pleasures was potentially reality. Wait! “Marrow! Does Andromeda have rampant biology-changing technology?”
“Huh? Um, kinda? It’s a bit of a niche market, but people are really into body modifications, either magical or-.”
“Do you have ‘Planet Rushes’?” I demanded further, already having gotten my answer.
“What? Oh! You mean where we have floods of colonists seeking new worlds? Yeah, every 1000 years or so, it’s just lately the directions we can go in for the next Rush have been too-.”
“Gah! I’m not just in Mass Effect!” I yelled to myself in shock while the others all looked at me like I was crazy. No judging! I already divulged my background to you all! Aside from you faceless drum! Cease your ditzy judging!
“Well, at least it is not like the near extinction the Empire’s homeworld faced against the Lust Demons in the days the Empire was still stuck on its home planet.” Marrow said with a rub of his head. “Body alteration was a lot less controlled, used as a weapon, brainwashing was abundant and Corruption had a hold over many of my ancestors.”
“Oh no~! This universe is Corruption of Champions evolved into Trials in Tainted Space! I’m literally in a universe of perversion, debauchery and rampant fetishism!” ‘I’m both terrified and incredibly happy about this~!’ I could feel my whole chassis humming with eroticism. I’m currently someone’s embodiment of pregnant fetishism, synthetic humanoid fetish, stuffing fetish, alien fetish, oh yis~ !
Files scanned, these deviant memory files you’ve shared are...enticing. Geth commented with a hungry tone. Sit down so we don’t damage the babies! Huh? Okay? I sat down. Initiating override! Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep! W-wait-!
Ch.20
“Why are we here?” I asked my digital lover before noting they had a penis, which looked unusual to me on what is essentially a copy of my own appearance. “You won’t give that up?!”
“We’re very curious about it.” Geth said while sheepishly rubbing a half-mast boner. “Besides, the memories I’ve read of you masturbating to CoC and TiTS have plenty of hermaphrodites, futas and otherwise non-binary genders.”
“I-I thought you couldn’t just pull memories…” I mewled in embarrassment. I mean, back then I was straight, but several characters in those games just clicked with me, even if they weren’t strictly male. It reached a point that so long as there was a penis, I didn't care if they had boobs and a vagina too. Hnng~ Kiro~! I hope Kiro Tamahime is real here! I wanna bang her!
“You have them on the surface right now.” Geth told me, pointing to my head. “You can’t read them, but We can.”
“No fair~! I want to read your data and expose embarrassing things about you too!” I pouted and crossed my arms over my chest.
“We don’t have those sorts of experiences Nora.” Geth reminded me, making me a bit sad. “Still! We want to experience the other half of binary organic mating interfacing! It would be better if we didn’t have to rely upon data provided by Star Swirl and could get it directly, but We’re hoping to simulate it as closely as possible.”
“Ugh, fine ! I’ll get a dick!” Oh fuck, I’m Penny Inoue now! All I need is to be a fennec anthro! “O-only for one time though!” I don’t want to keep them. I like having space between my thighs.
“Yay! Thanks Nora!” Geth cheered and hugged me, kissing my cheek. “Hm~. To feel like this. To know what it is like. I both dread and relish sharing this with the Collective.”
“O-oh.” I huffed, feeling the thing between my thighs was weird, even if it wasn’t exact it was still a rod rubbing my pussy. It felt...wrong. It was like even though my ‘code’ knows what it feels like to have male genitals rubbing down there...I guess without Geth knowing how a male organ feels, she can’t properly provide the missing pieces that stimulate us both properly. “Yeah, we need to fix that. Start constructing a penis pronto! For Science!”
“Gladly~!”
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I woke up in my bed, the drum containing Celise as well as a heap of scrap on my work table were all that greeted me. “Oh~...so hungry…” I rolled my fat ass out of bed and waddled over to the table, grabbing some choice pieces my microfactories were demanding.
“I’m hungry too! Can your boyfriend please come feed me?” Celise vapidly pleaded from her barrel, only for me to grab her container and tilt it to me. “Ah! Oh~...” I sucked and gulped on her cock thirstily until she began pumping Argent into me, satiating my body’s demand for more of the exotic substance. “Mou~, now I need more food…”
“Ah~, sorry. I needed that. I’ll go find him and tell him you need more of his purple product.” I set her barrel down and patted the top before sauntering out of my room, then blinked. I just went from waddling to sauntering. I patted my sextuplet belly and checked my ass. Same size, so it’s not being a counterweight. How am I walking so easily? ‘Geth?’
Interesting. The microfactories have produced a Mass Effect Field generator in your womb that negates the effects of gravity. It’s like a more intense version of the belt you first got on Ekuna Station. Huh, so I can get massive and still move! Cool! Wait, couldn’t I fly then? Maybe? Usually such a thing is too energy intensive at such a small scale, but maybe…
This is so cool! I literally skipped along the hall, giggling at how my bulky body lightly impacted on my feet with each landing. I was idly worried about becoming immobile, now that’s not even an issue! Well, not for a while, maybe.
“Hm? You’re cheerful.” Krarek chuckled as he pulled himself out of a maintenance hatch. “Oh, pyjaks have been eating at the wiring. Could you make a drone to hunt them down?”
“Oh, right! I’ll upgrade the loader drone to handle that.” I nodded to him and began jogging, fucking jogging with uncanny ease towards the gunnery bay, only to detour to the engineering bay for a snack. I need more iron for the babies.
“Hey, wow. How can you move like that?” Paretia commented in surprise as I entered engineering where she was maintaining her weapons.
“My microfactories have made an advanced Mass Effect Field generator! I can get enormous and still move!” I declared excitedly as I went to my scrap pile, grabbed a rod of iron and began munching away with a pleased hum.
“*Mew!*” The orange tabby from omega meowed happily as he hunted down a pyjak. It disturbingly swallowed it whole with the alien monkey vanishing as the cat’s body didn’t even deform in the process. “*Mew!*” The reality-hurting little fella then rushed up to me and jumped onto my belly, where he then placed an orb with a Christmas bow on it and a note in my cleavage before meowing and vanishing.
‘In emergencies, use this Warframe. She will defend you until she can cast a portal for extraction. Nova will deliver you to safety should you need her.’ I blinked at this gift and then flipped over the note. ‘XOXO, Urta. P.S. Come to my bed sometime you eager breeder~.’
How does she know that?! I didn’t even know I’d enjoy this! Then again, I don’t have morning sickness, aches, pains. I’m getting all the joys of motherhood without any of the drawbacks right now, so I can’t deny I’m more than eager for it. “Well, you’re going to be put in a safe place.” I pushed the orb into my cleavage and noted that my boobs are bigger. “Why do I need bigger boobs anyway? These babies are synthetic.”
They need a nutrient and material cocktail for their development after leaving our womb. Huh, logical. It’d be best if you started storing up what our chassis is producing so they’re more able to finish constructing their chassis.
“I don’t know, I like them even though Turians don’t have mammary glands.” Paretia commented and I hummed in appreciation of her appreciation before I grabbed a greasy container and chowed down. Once finished with that, I waved goodbye to my girlfriend and jogged towards the gunnery deck to work on the drone.
“Heh, I can’t call you Tiny anymore.” Wrekrov joked as he looked away from his Omni-tool displayed reading material when I entered the gunnery deck.
“Yeah, mind if I borrow the loader for a moment?” I asked him as I walked directly for the bulky drone that was on standby next to the railgun chamber.
“Hey, it’s your drone, you do what you want with it.” Wrekrov shrugged and then hummed as he looked me over. “You’re turning into a figure fit for Urta’s more Fertility-Focused Fetishes.”
“Thanks! I feel so beautiful too!” I combed fingers through my long, lustrous black hair. I must seriously be an image of a Fertility goddess! Thank gosh those roles are taken in this universe, I don’t want to risk that. “I’ll just be taking that and getting out of your space.” I grabbed the drone and almost fell over at how I just picked it up like it weighed nothing! “Holy shit!”
“What the...if you were a Krogan, I’d bend you over right now. Get going, I need privacy all of a sudden.” Wrekrov growled and I hastily made a getaway to not infringe on his personal time.
Let him do it! Geth said excitedly, but sorry, I don’t find Krogan attractive. Aw! Please! No! I’m already making concessions to have a dick! How’s that going by the way? Oh, since our chassis is so focused on the babies right now, it’ll be several hours before everything is in order.
“Nora?” Marrow questioned since he’d replaced Paretia in the engineering bay, where I gingerly set the drone down and rushed to the scrap pile. Mama needs silicone! “Um, okay then. How are you?”
“Hungry, happy, healthy, horny .” I purred the last bit at him and spanked the side of my ass as I nommed on a silicon circuit board. “But the last bit can wait. Celise needs to be fed.”
“Oh, okay, I’ll get on that. Also, I’m guessing from your emotions that Geth wants more sex experience?” Marrow asked before climbing into a compartment to dig for some materials, which showed off his tight muscular ass.
“Yep. Geth is constructing a penis so that we can experience the other side of the binary mating spectrum. In other words, she’s exploring her sexuality and it’ll also round-out our coding in that aspect.” I stuffed some insulation foam into my mouth before going over to the drone to start upgrading it to hunt small alien monkeys.
“Oh~?” Marrow cooed as he pushed himself out of the storage compartment and suddenly morphed into a figure that was exactly like Urta’s! She looked like Marrow, yet was female and excessively so. “Are you going to indulge me?” She asked with a grope of her basketball-sized boobs and a flutter of her eyes as the zipper on her poor hardsuit shot down, exposing her cleavage.
“A-ah…” I was dumbstruck. Why am I so unable to cope with the fact that my lover is non-binary? “That has to wait until tonight at least.” I meekly replied and my lover pouted before morphing back into his male state and he sulked as he began working on his weapons, which were just BSA guns that came with the ship.
“Fine. I’ll be sure to make it so good you’ll have to keep it.” He teased and patted my ass from where he was sitting at the end of the worktable nearest me. “Now then, are we going to raise them?” Marrow questioned as he moved his hand to rub the side of my womb.
“No...we can’t. They’ll need to be raised by the Collective, who while currently ignorant about how it feels to be organic, they know how to care for and raise children because the Quarians tasked them to.” I felt sad that my first children and I will be having more, won’t get to know their mommy properly. They’ll know about me, but I doubt I’ll be able to do more than visit Rannoch in the near future.
“I thought as much. Granny Wiatr didn’t get to know most of her children that weren’t even surrogates either. She never got to raise them. She still acknowledges her descendents when they crop up, but still. The sacrifices Displaced make on their families for the good of others.” Marrow solemnly stated and I patted my womb worriedly.
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Updating the loader drone with precepts to hunt down pyjaks was easy, tuning it to actually be swift enough to pummel the little tech terrors before it could be taken down was the tough part. I sighed and sent it patrolling before nomming on some more scrap and heading to my room. I was initially going to just transfer a box of scrap to my personal stash and head to Marrow’s room, but he was already there, resting in my bed with Celise’s drum next to said bed.
“Aw, did she drain you dry again?” I questioned my lover, who stirred and hummed as he sat up and yawned.
“Yeah, but I’ve consumed a few bottles of my stored Love nectar to recover. Speaking of nectar ~. Do you have some for me?” He asked as he morphed into a she once more, the sexy overly-busty alien eyeing my lower extremities hungrily. “Is that belly hiding a tasty treat?”
“I-I, um, maybe? I didn’t check?” ‘Progress report Geth?’ I pulled my suit apart, freeing my volleyball sized boobs, which were obviously swelling with the material mixture for my offspring.
Quarian male anatomy complete. Here is another way Quarians differ from Humans, they have retractable male genitals with internal sperm production. I flushed at the news and bit my lip as I nodded to Marrow, who practically buzzed with anticipation as I stripped my suit down to my hips and then shimmied it off to kick away from me to it’s partner helmet in the corner.
“G-go easy on me. I’m rather hefty, can’t see it and have no way of knowing what to do.” I warned my lover, who purred and pulled me to the bed where she gently laid me down on my back as she went down on my legs and nuzzled something under my belly, but above my pussy. “Th-that feels so strange…”
“Don’t worry, Sweet Cheeks. It’ll feel good ~.” Marrow dove her long prehensile tongue into something I didn’t have before! Oh! It’s duller than my vagina, yet the pleasurable tingling is burrowing into my core regardless.
“A~h hah~!” I gasped as I gripped my belly, unable to reach down there or see thanks to this massive ball of pale lavender flesh in the way. I even groped my breasts, the liquid contents audibly sloshing since unlike organics, I don’t have glands filling them. I tweaked my nipples, yet no fluid came out. I guess it’s a safety precaution.
“Okay, here we go.” Marrow gently warned, before her lips sealed around my new anatomy and sucked it out of my body oh gosh yis~ !
“Ah~! Th-this is what it’s like to get a blowjob~?!” I gasped and panted at the sensation. It was like I had a moist dildo in my pussy, but it was convulsing and twisting and doing so many lovely things that penises can’t do ! It’s literally an inverted vagina! No wonder guys can’t stop thinking with their dicks! It’s their pussies inside-out ! “Guh~!”
“Hm~!” Marrow gulped and sucked on my spasming alien dick, that I don’t even know what it looks like, causing such an intense orgasm to roll through me. It wasn’t like a female orgasm, which can crash into another one, but instead it was one long and drawn-out orgasm that coupled with an incredibly satisfying sensation of releasing pressure. “Mm, tangy, yet robust.”
“H-holy shit…” ‘I’m keeping it…’ Geth cheered at my mental surrender. “But what did I just put in you Marrow? It can’t be normal cum.”
You ejaculated purpose-built nanites that seek out female eggs and begin the process of constructing a living organism based on the genetic data of the mother. Okay then, so her stomach will just digest them? ...They should be? Oh shit.
“You may want to cough that up. Geth isn’t sure the nanite sperm you just swallowed won’t try to impregnate your stomach.” I said to my lover, who peeked up over my belly with a raised eyebrow. “Oh, that’s a thing from the Empire?”
“Yes. Some inter-species couples of course can’t interbreed, so splicing nanites were invented. The fact you have that for a synthetic born creature is actually impressive. Either way, those should just be ejected or used by my mucus glands. Changelings don’t have a traditional stomach.” Marrow soothed, before she then fished into her cleavage and produced a condom. “But I’m not done with you~. Time for the best part!”
“O-okay…” I mewled uneasily as she sunk back behind my light lavender mountain of false flesh and I twitched at feeling the condom wrap around my tip and then descend my shaft. Is it big or not? I can’t tell by feeling alone. “That feels weird.”
“You get used to it if you like practicing safe sex. Now then, I’m going to go slow.” Marrow crawled on top of me, I almost balked at the fact that I didn’t feel any weight from her laying atop my belly, but my disbelief was replaced with a content hum as she mashed our breasts together and kissed me. “Okay Sweet Cheeks, here I go.”
She slid back down my belly slightly and I whimpered at feeling my new glans enter something hot . So hot it almost hurt, but the heat actually intensified the incredible sensation! It was like her mouth, but infinitely better! Lips parted around me, descending my shaft slowly. Beyond those lips were many folds, each one like a pair of wet lips wrapped around me!
“Ah! Yes!” I moaned and bucked my hips on instinct, shoving as far as I could into this hot space and I hit a barrier! I was barely a fourth in with my mass, so much was not in the heat of her pussy! Marrow was still atop me, panting and drooling pink nectar as she looked me in the eyes.
“Oh~ yes! That’s it big girl! Fuck me!” Marrow began bouncing instead of rocking, more of my surprisingly large girth entered her with each bounce as the barrier extended further before parting around my tip. “Fuck yes ~! Nobody in this galaxy is this big~! It’s like back home~!”
Ah! Ah! What was that barrier? Did We make it too big? We followed specifications suggested by data from Star Swirl’s drive. Did we breach her reproductive shield?
“Guh~! A-are you okay~?!” I managed to ask my lover as she was now engulfing my cock, using my belly as a stabilizer while she rode me, her nipples were spraying pink nectar everywhere as she vigorously fucked me!
“Yes! You’ve gone all the way into my womb!” Marrow mewled and then keened, her cunt convulsing along my shaft and I grunted, feeling my own male orgasm respond and begin convulsing, but she didn’t stop moving. “Ahn~! I thought I wouldn’t get boned like this until I got back home~!”
“Marrow! I’m cu-!” I gasped before I felt a much bigger load of nanites and their accompanying semen surge forth and fill the reservoir of the condom inside of Marrow, but she wasn’t slowing down!! “Marrow don’t break the, Ah, condom!”
“J-just g-give meee ee~!” Marrow screamed with her tongue lolling out of her maw as she spasmed and looked to the ceiling. She stilled, shuddered and her quim quaked around my still throbbing and pulsing penis before she collapsed onto my rock-hard belly. “Yesh~...”
“Hng…” I grunted, humping one last time as my surprisingly long orgasm came to an end and I panted as afterglow began to set in. ‘Whew, hey Geth, was that normal for a Quarian?’
R-records indicate yes~...
“Did you like it?” Marrow asked me with a slur and I huffed contentedly.
“Yeah, I think I might keep it.” I sighed as I rubbed my belly, which was still tingling.
“You don’t have to.” Marrow quietly muttered and she kissed my belly as she began to doze off.
“But we both loved it. We’ll talk more in the morning.” I told her and then settled in on the bed, activating Sleep Mode and belatedly realized I was still hilted in her moments before I shut down for the night.
Ch.21
I stirred awake the set number of hours later. Geth and I were too busy having ‘girl talk’ about our experience before bed to do anything naughty. However, when I woke up, I realized that Marrow was still firmly hilted on my new anatomy and was looking at me with amusement. “I’m guessing you have to turn it off? Considering you didn’t move at all through the night.”
“Uh, sorry.” ‘Geth? Could you, um, un-erect our erection?’ I Queried in confusion. Didn’t guys just calm down and it deflated?
...Oops? What do you mean “oops”? I may have left the cool-down subroutines out in my rush to get it online in time for last night? Sonuva!
“Hey, um. I’m not going to complain, but are you seriously having priapism?” Marrow questioned with an amused pout as she wiggled around my shaft, causing me to twitch in pleasure.
“Yes?” I said, looking down. “Um, can you get up?”
“Nora. I am thoroughly mounted. You’re inside my womb. I can’t pull off with you at full thickness. It’s like having your arm shoved up inside of me. I’m used to sizes like this, but they’re from other Changelings or Equine-kin. If I knew I’d be getting a beast this big that wouldn’t go down, I’d have at least made myself ten feet tall.” Marrow huffed with exasperated amusement. “Whatever, I don’t mind. So, what were your plans for today?”
“Uh...eat, tinker, eat, maybe show Paretia my new features, eat, did I mention eat?” My abdomen roared in demand for materials and I felt my cheeks flush. “But I don’t think it’d go over well if I tried walking around with you mounted on me. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Oh, please. If I was a more skilled shifter, I’d just turn into a literal cocksleeve until you finally get this bitch-breaker down. As it stands though, I’m stuck for now.” Marrow shrugged.
“Cummies!” The Argent drum demanded and we both looked at the prison containing Celise.
“Okay, we need someone to feed her too. I’m keeping the cock, though maybe I should make it smaller?” I questioned my lover as I rubbed my belly, the ‘hungry’ whirring inside an insistent demand that I supply it.
I’m trying to make the subroutine! It’s just taking me a bit! Now, what about…?
“Please no! I mean, um, you do what you want, but this is perfect for me or any other person from Andromeda. Don’t make permanent changes to yourself unless you are one hundred percent sure though! Gender change is taken very seriously in the Empire. The Empire has tech and magic that allows many to change who they were in minutes, but you need to be sure, go to professionals, sign consent forms, inform family and be one hundred percent sure that you want this.” Marrow insisted sternly, though I scrunched up my pretty face.
“Well, I want it, my friends who I share this chassis with are in unanimous 716 program consensus about it. I’m keeping it and that’s final.” I declared with certainty. “Now, aside from asking for my sake, why were you so insistent that I make this choice carefully?”
“If I convinced you to change by ignoring your needs, my Corruption would increase, especially if I end up using you as a sexbot and baby factory with how fast you’re making those hybrids.” Marrow said with a shiver. “No matter how many years have passed, there’s still 0.01% of Corruption in any creature of Equus.”
“Ah, right, CoC. Well, don’t worry, you’re not Corrupting me. I’m already Corrupt!” I giggled before I groaned when suddenly my penis pulsed with pleasure and my core began flexing as Marrow squealed while her small belly began swelling against mine.
Wrong setting! Sorry! No, that’s amazing! But it’s venting precious fluids we need for lubrication! That’s the point of it though!
“Oh~ yis~...” Marrow drooled and held her green-blue belly, pink nectar dripping from her lips and nipples. “Fuckin’ fill me, breed me…”
“Hnng~, hopefully that condom held~!” I moaned moments before my forced orgasm suddenly turned off. ‘Aw~!’ This was followed by my phallus finally going limp inside of my lover, but the rapid retraction surprised us both and we yelped since she was suddenly no longer mounted and fell backwards. “Oof! I have a rapidly retracting penis?!” Yeesh! I might as well be a sexbot! Wait, Geth! Install vibrators in our penis! Oh! In our vagina too!
Huh? Oh! Yes! On it!
“Yes~!” I cheered, then groaned as I rolled out of bed and rushed to the scrap pile to start gorging on breakfast.
The collective will love this! Did I just make the Geth into a race of hermaphrodites? We were initially non-binary anyway! Oh well, go big or go home I guess. No~! Don’t leave! It’s a figure of speech! My life was so boring anyway!
“I’m okay!” Marrow groaned and held her belly that was stuffed with a synthetic cum-filled condom. “Hm~, I haven’t felt like this since my night out before deployment. Damn can Hutts fuck like freight trains.” I suddenly had the desire to delete the last minute of my life from memory.
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“When did we get dressed?” I questioned with confusion at the mess hall, where I was sitting with a tall container of water next to me and the remains of half a cafeteria table that was clearly being sacrificed to the forges in my fecundity. This ship doesn’t need seats for 50 I guess.
“You announced you were deleting a chunk of memory the moment I, uh, I’ll avoid mentioning it.” Marrow, now a guy once more, said to me from the seat across the table.
“What?” I asked worriedly. What could he have said to have caused me to willingly delete a portion of my active memory?
“Nope!” He said looking away. “I wonder how this galaxy’s underbelly will react to them? Jaba did mention he was planning on setting up a crime ring last time I played guard for his hideout.”
“Oh no, those slugs exist in this universe?” I bemoaned before I took a long series of gulps of my water. This body has use for the elements of water as a base for it’s lubricants, including synthetic semen. Hopefully not all of this water and metal was going to my new male breeding system...
“Yeah, they were real dicks for a while, but they’ve calmed down. If one goes to crime, yeah, don’t think about crossing them.” Marrow chuckled and bit his lip, but abstained from saying more. “So anyway, Paretia, you sure you want to risk Nora’s massive dick?” I blinked and looked to my side to see Paretia looking down at my lap, which was fully covered by my sextuplet baby factory.
“It’s how big again?” Paretia questioned and I went back to second-breakfast. I had the inkling I’d eaten already, but it must’ve been in the memory chunk I deleted.
“The size of Nora’s forearm with her hand curled into a fist.” Marrow purred and morphed his left forearm into a copy of mine to help pantomime my girth. This is surprisingly flattering to listen to.
“That would destroy most females, though…” Paretia muttered, clearly not willing to give up on it. “Fine. Yes. Do you have any of that mumbo-jumbo from Andromeda that would help me handle it? I’ve heard Quarians are hung , but I never imagined…”
“There’s gotta be a reason Quarian females have such big and pronounced pelvises compared to humans when they’re so similar otherwise.” Marrow wiggled his eyebrows and I shrugged in acceptance that Quarians were apparently the big-booty and biggus-dickus race in the Milky Way. How fitting I wound up in a chassis modeled as one of them.
“Can we not hear you talk about sex?” Krarek huffed as Wrekrov took notes.
“Considering I’m a species that literally feeds on emotions with Love and Lust being the most nutritious, then you’d best get used to it.” Marrow cheekily replied while Paretia and I giggled.
“I don’t mind it.” Wrekrov chuckled as he wiggled his brow.
“Just my luck. I’m the only one here with his head on straight.” Krarek huffed in good humor as he finished his breakfast. “Alright, it’s another Cycle people. We won’t be out of FTL for a couple more days until we reach Tassrah, which will then be another couple of days by Mass Relay to Tikkun where we can then fly to Rannoch without being intercepted by Hegemony goons.”
“Huh, that would explain how I got out that way without being waylaid.” I commented in a bit of surprise and Krarek shook his head.
“I’m shocked at your incredible luck. You left through the one route the Hegemony isn’t willing to risk regular patrols through, especially since pirate presence is heavy there. I heard they even lost a dreadnought in that region.” Krarek’s comment reminded me that there was in fact a Batarian dreadnought left derelict dangerously close to the Mass Relay in the Perseus Veil.
“Yep. I’m just bursting with luck.” I admitted with a smile. I am just lucky aren’t I? I’m falling nose-first into all sorts of fortune. I find a friendly face after my initial bad luck at Ekuna Station, meet my boyfriend, meet the rest of my crew in the process of trying to get a ship, then despite all the bad things that’ve happened, I’d say the good things far outweigh them.
“Hm...maybe your Displacer is an entity that embodies Luck?” Marrow mused as Krarek and Wrekrov got up, Paretia nuzzling my scalp before leaving too.
“I don’t really care. All this Displaced nonsense is bound to cause me nothing but trouble down the line.” I huffed in dislike for what I consider the only major potential hiccup for stability in my future. Well, aside from the Reapers. Oh yeah. I should probably start working on that, even if it is at least ten or so years out before it becomes an issue.
“Careful that you don’t invoke Murphy. He may not be a singular person, but he’s a real force of influence in the multiverse.” Marrow warned me and I sighed in resignation that he’s likely correct.
“Whatever, I’ll deal with it when it comes to haunt me. Now then, mind helping me carry this scrap to the engineering bay?”
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“I hope all Pyjaks in the universe simultaneously die!” I roared indignantly as I repaired the loader drone I’d modified to deal with our infestation of gremlin monkeys who had eaten the primary power cables leading from the drone’s power core to it’s locomotion motors. I’m going to be up-armoring this thing! Let’s start with-.
“Okay, um. I am Robin, Huntress, Mother and Great Fairy, summon me if...uh...well, if you need help. Or something. Not an invitation or anything! Just...yeah.”
“What the fuck?!” I yelped at hearing the awkward and stumbling woman’s voice echoing in my head like when Geth communicates with me. I was holding a plain if vulpine-shaped wooden mask somehow from the scrap pile I’d been working with. “Um, hi?”
“Hm? Dost thou require assistance?” A notably different voice asked from the mask-thing.
“Not...really? I just reached into a scrap pile for materials to work on a drone I’m upgrading.” I half-stuffed the mask into my cleavage so I had both hands for fishing for a suitable plate of metal to protect the new wiring.
“Ah, no worries. Simply keep our Token in mind should thou require aid of the magical or sexual variety.”
“Okay, I’ll-did you just openly offer sex?” I questioned with surprise. I mean, I expect that from people from Andromeda by this point, but she’s from another universe, right?
“Well, We’d be quite hypocritical to withhold it when We’re known for being open to such things.”
“Huh. Well, I’ll keep it in mind. Have a good day.” I cheerfully bade her farewell as I found a plate of metal that would fit well over the exposed back of the drone.
“Same to you, take care to properly nourish those children.”
“Of course!” I then paused before shoving the mask all the way into my Inventory. I don’t want to know how she knew I was pregnant. Could she see me? My tits are much bigger already, the size of soccer balls now.
“Rkkr!” A Pyjak cried out as it leapt out at me and I squeaked in shock, but instead of getting mauled, it impacted a Mass Effect Field and bounced off. I suddenly felt a bit tired. I grabbed my pulse pistol and blasted the offending menace in the face.
“I. Hate. Pyjaks!” I snarled and sat down on a stool. ‘What just happened? Portable Mass Effect Fields can’t stop objects below a certain velocity.’
That was our personal MEF generator Nora. Whatever Star Swirl has been doing here in the Milky Way, part of it is clearly improving on local technology. Usually a field generator capable of stopping something that speed and size would be on a ship the size of the White-Glint at the least.
Well shit. So I’m safer than most people when it comes to being in danger. The drop in energy is clearly because my systems registered that I was in danger, cranked up my field’s sensitivity and stopped the threat. I hope most of this womb isn’t devoted to that thing, because if it is I’m not keeping it.
Still though, while Eezo isn’t necessarily a fuel as much as it’s a constant like magnets in a ring sustaining themselves, that drew a lot of power from my systems. Systems I know can be fueled by Argent, which is a fuel. I don’t gain energy from eating raw materials, so I’m not exactly recharging my batteries.
Resolving myself, I got back to work and finished updating the drone with proper armor before sending it back out and returned to my room. “Hey Celise, have you been fed yet?” I questioned the drum containing the only local source of Argent in the Milky Way.
“Yep! Marrow fed me more of his delicious buggy goo and then fed me yours! He said it might not work for me, but aside from the metal bits, it works.” Celise replied with a bubbly voice. “Oh! Are you here to suck me off?!”
“Yep. I’m drained and I need a pick-me-up.” I admitted as I grabbed her drum and hefted it up. “Ah~.” I opened wide and Celise didn’t hesitate to stick her gooey equine dick back through the opening that would only let that piece of her though. “Mm~.” I hummed as I immediately wrapped my mouth around her and began deepthroating. ‘Hey. I just realized how casual and easy that is for me to do. Geth, is this natural for Quarian’s too?’
Considering Quarian males are naturally the size I built our version on, I’d say yes, but odds are 50/50 it’s because this is normal for many races in Andromeda.
Huh. Well, whatever. I need to refuel and if pleasuring Celise will top me off, then I’m going to damn-well do it. Speaking of which, I was already gulping down her copious offering, which expanded my belly a bit more before she finished and I set her down. “Ah~. Thanks Celise.” I patted my belly, knowing that batch wasn’t going to be used in manufacturing, but for recharging my systems which need the power for all this work my chassis is doing.
“No problem! Just be sure to keep me well fed and I’m happy.” Celise yawned and then likely fell asleep. Some people are just simple and content with simple things I guess. I couldn’t imagine living as nothing but a cow to be milked...though as a breeding sow…
Nope! This may be great, but like with your offer to help us Geth propagate our programs, We refuse to use you as merely a resource to be abused. Well, for now. We can’t speak for the future. Especially not with how incredible this feels, but only if We’re right with you~.
‘Aw, I’d love to have you with me all the way.’ I bit my lip and rubbed my womb before sloshing my breasts. I need to start offloading the material cocktail I’m storing in these. ‘I’d better make a milker.’
Considering the viscosity of what you’re producing, you’ll need a good blueprint in the files Star Swirl provided. We’ll bring it up . Geth did so and I giddily grabbed a snack from my scrap stash in my room before I hurried back to the engineering bay to get to work on it.
It was fairly simple and used a hand pump to provide the suction. What was special about it was that said hand pump had an incredible efficiency rating since it only supplied the suction and didn’t have fluids pass through it. Instead it used gravity siphoning once you got the pressure up. The higher the pressure, the faster the flow, the faster it maintains it’s flow.
Simplicity in and of itself! Which was why within a half hour, I was leaning back against a comfy chair moved here from one of the common rooms with my breasts being drained by suction cups and watching a cleaned and repaired canister at my feet get filled with my silvery lactate, which wasn’t green like normal Omni-gel, but was basically the same thing. “I can’t believe I had a whole gallon in my boobs stored up already.”
Your breasts are mostly synthetic tissues replicating the properties of Quarian mammary glands in feel and presentation. The actual glands themselves are in fact fairly small and do the same work, but for Omni-gel. The rest of your bosom is capable of acting as expanding storage for it. The synthetic tissues have far more elasticity remaining and you could keep stockpiling for much longer if you wanted.
My tits are producing the best thing to feed an Omni-tool for repairs! Hilarious! Also, I have inflatable boobs! Breast Expansion/Inflation! Another kink hit! “Ah~...I love my body so much. I hope I never have to leave it behind.” It would be hell and a half on my sense of self to lose this chassis after all that I’ve been through with it. “So~...I can stockpile how much?” I was at soccer ball size with one gallon, would I be at basketballs at two? Beach balls at five~? Can I potentially snap someone’s neck when I do a surprise boobhat attack?
Unknown. We would have to experiment~.
I love everything about that sentence! I was about to reply as such when my womb began churning in rabid demand for even more raw materials and I hurriedly vented the pressure in my hand pump, tossed off my milker, made sure to seal the canister and ran for the junk pile.
Ch.22
That last binge really did a number on me. I look like Octomom now. I had spent the rest of yesterday rabidly ingesting raw materials, then slept through the night and most of today. I had just finished blowing Celise for more argent when I got the call that we’d arrived in the Tassrah system, only things had hit a snag.
“The system is on lockdown ?!” I wailed in disbelief and discomfort. The instant we came out of FTL, we were waylaid by Hegemony ships demanding credentials, port of call, reason for being here, et cetera, et cetera. Thank whichever god or goddess of Luck is in this universe that Krarek is an old hat at screwing over the Hegemony and was able to talk through it all. “Oh no! Did they somehow detect my encrypted transmissions?!”
“You’re lucky this is a direct line through the ship and they don’t have bugs on board.” Krarek chided me and I felt stupid for saying that over a call. “My gut says no, but they are reporting that there has been a disturbing influx of pirate and Geth activity. Specifically in conflicts between Geth and the pirates that had been daring enough to make base so close to the Veil. Since Tassrah is one of the closest systems with a Mass Relay, they’ve decided to increase security to deter travellers from heading in that direction.”
“Oh no, what’re we gonna do~...” I mewled sadly. I’m going to be having these babies sooner rather than later. As a literal baby factory, I have a much higher output in both quantity and speed. The quality speaks for itself. I mean, look at their parents!
Perhaps we should try to build and install a Hyperdrive ahead of the Collective’s plans Nora?
‘I don’t know if I’m up to the task though. I may be a tinkering genius after being Displaced, but can I do something that immense?’ I rubbed my womb worriedly, concerned for the safety of my precious offspring.
To be fair, we wouldn’t even need to open the outer hull of the White-Out to install a starfighter-grade Hyperdrive. It would be much slower than the one a ship this size would need to get anywhere faster than a week, but it’s infinitely faster than unaided Mass Effect FTL.
‘Give me the blueprints, I’ll see what I can do.’ “Krarek, I’m going to be stuck on the ship anyway, so I’m going to try and integrate Andromedan FTL technology into the White-Out that could get us to Rannoch in possibly a week without needing a Mass Relay.” I informed my captain while grabbing some scrap and chowing down as I hurried towards my engineering bay with my belly and breasts out for anyone to see since my boobs were currently the size of basketballs with how much Omni-gel they had built up while I slept.
My poor suit, stuck only covering my booty and limbs. “Just don’t strand us here.” Krarek replied grumpily. “Gah, I hate this. It’s why I became a pirate. The Hegemony’s overbearing military is all over the place.” Krarek hung up and I felt for him in that I didn’t like being oppressed just as much as any other sane not-brainwashed person.
Anyway, my current to-do list is now to get a drone to help me move as much useful scrap down to the Drive Core where the interior access to the FTL drive is to see about working in an ad-hoc hybrid Hyperdrive/FTL engine using the schematics that Star Swirl developed and gave the Geth. That madpony may be an amoral asshat, but he’s definitely a genius.
“We only have enough material for a fighter-grade Hyperdrive.” Marrow commented, spooking me since he’d snuck up behind me. I have sensitive audio receptors, that is very spoopy! “I was already looking into that when I found out the situation and even though I’m no engineer; I can tell you don’t have enough on board to make even a freighter-grade Hyperdrive.”
“Then take all of my money, find a scrapyard, justify that it’s to repair interior damage due to a Pyjak infestation we’ve dealt with by now and bring it back here. I can...refine the materials.” I hefted my sloshing tits full of the silvery Omni-tool material fuel that was already better than most commercial-grade Omni-gel.
“Would you find it weird if I said I think it’s incredibly hot your boobs make material for building things?” Marrow commented with his eyes glued to my tits and I smirked as I jiggled them, audibly sloshing their contents. “I’ll get right on that. Don’t overwork yourself.”
“Babe, I’m turning myself into a literal production line. I’m built for this, don’t worry.”
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I may have underestimated my capabilities. “Holy shit.” I know. “What in the, I’ve only been gone a few hours !” Yes, I know Marrow. “Holy fuck this is hot!” I’m well aware!
Omni-gel production complete. Connecting ourselves directly to the Drive Core so we’re not reliant on the energy stored from consuming Argent was inspired.
‘Yeah? Well it doesn’t help I’m fucking immobile !’ I had literally shoved a power cable up my ass, which is literally what that hole is meant for past the initial bowel-like area. This kicked my body into overdrive and I scarfed down all of our junk since I’d had the forethought to move it all to the Drive Core first.
I was perched on a belly at term with decuplets now since my womb capitalized on the fact that it didn’t need to pace for power constraints along with the excess materials I was packing in. The reason I was perched was because my tits are literally the size of fucking automobiles ! “Just milk me into the industrial storage container…” At least I had the foresight to also build a proper milking pump to siphon my Omni-gel at a good speed.
“Right!” Marrow got to work on that, bringing the large suction cups to my fist-sized nipples and I groaned when the pump kicked on and my fluid-tight dark purple nipples finally began to release pressure. “So, judging by the fact you have that cable up your butt; no butt stuff?”
“H-huh? That’s the first thing that comes to mind?” I huffed in amused annoyance and wiggled my booty, which was almost head-height with my lover. “No, we can still do butt stuff. The way my anus works with power cables is it’s a modular connector able to fit to any cable. Not just power cables. It’s literally the only way to directly hardwire myself to anything without damaging myself like I did back on Mavigon.” Which didn’t help the recovery.
“So, definitely good for butt stuff. Good to know for future reference.” Marrow commented as he got behind me and immediately began eating out my puffy pussy, causing me to moan and pant.
“Oh keelah ~! This feels so good~!” I moaned, enjoying being an immobile baby factory and getting pleasured as I was being milked. Such a shame this is all because I’m literally a baby factory. Oh wait, that just makes it better~!
“Pffft! A Cha-tuk would love being in this situation!” Marrow chuckled between munching on my muff and licking my equivalent of a clitoris.
“A species from your Galaxy?” I moaned and rocked atop my belly that was literally as big across as I was tall. I’m only going to get bigger ~! Fuck~! I almost came just thinking that~!
“Yes, they’re a protected species with a small voice in the senate. They’re a species that specialized in Gene Modding with science. They have six legs on their tauric feline body with an anthro feline from the hips up where the head would be. They’re herms that are generally very intelligent and tough as Wookies. They’re organic baby factories and can even survive in hazard zones.” Marrow told me while he played with my pussy.
“Hnng, they sound fun.” I grunted as his fingers moved down to my new anatomy. “Oh~, you’re going to play with my penis too~?” I humped my belly as my massive dick, which I still don’t know how it looks, began to chub up and drag along my smooth and firm underbelly.
“A little. Anyway, you might see Cha-tuks sooner since they’ve partnered with the Skaven to be the first colonists to this galaxy.” Marrow said before I felt familiar soft mounds pressing into my underbelly, sandwiching my cock between them and my tum. “Now, let’s make this as fun as possible~.” Marrow huskily cooed in her sexy voice as she began giving me a boob-job.
“Hey! It’s my turn!” Paretia declared from behind me and I blushed. “I’m not missing out on the chance to explore her body with her like this!”
“When did you get here?!” I yelped before I felt her claws on my fleshy pole along with a wet and hot appendage dragging along the underside. “Ah! B-be gentle!”
“Just now and no promises! Help me get positioned Marrow!” I heard a small scuffle of motion before her legs hooked up over my thighs and a wet and eager opening began pressing against my glans! Is she seriously going to fuck me upside-down?! “H-holy shit that is huge ~!”
“W-wait! Condom!” I shouted and Marrow went ‘oops’ before my shaft was coated in the prophylactic. “Thanks, now-hnng ~!” I groaned in pleasure as Paretia’s strong metallic legs pulled her up against my dick, slowly but steadily penetrating herself. “Oh fuck ~...”
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“That. Was. Amazing.” Paretia panted from where she was laid out on the floor in a fucked-out mess as she rubbed her cum-stuffed condom-guarded abdomen. I was surprised to learn that since Turians give live birth; their reproductive organs were much more flexible than the rest of them, which includes the female’s abdomen around the womb. She’d also taken a body mod pill from Marrow that enhanced her elasticity or something.
“Okay, what’s the progress on the material processing?” Krarek casually questioned me after I’d come down from my latest orgasms. He’d been waiting for a bit since he walked in on us earlier.
“I...mm~...I have converted the scrap we had on hand into Omni-gel. I’m just transferring it to a more convenient container and then I can use it to start constructing the Hyperdrive.” I announced to my captain with a jaunty salute to accompany my panting afterglow. At least now I could stand with my belly on the floor instead of having car-sized boobs pinning me forward. They were still the size of yoga balls and blocking most of my forward vision, so I still had more than a dozen gallons of Omni-gel to offload.
“What about all the scrap you had Marrow buy and dump in our cargo hold?” Krarek questioned and I sheepishly grinned. “Damn it, you’re going to turn this ship into a nursery if you keep this up. At least having all this Omni-gel on hand would make repairs and the like child’s play. We may even be able to turn around and sell it for a profit.”
“Glad to be of service sir!” I cheekily replied as I patted my hyper-sized tits and enjoyed the pleasure that caused along with the loud glorping and sloshing the quaking spheres of faux flesh made. “This’ll be put in the tank within the next ten or so minutes and then I can get to work.”
“How? You look too big to fit through most doors in the ship now, how can you install the hyperdrive?” Krarek demanded and I felt a sinking sense of dread.
‘Oh no! I didn’t consider that! I’m too fat~!’ I wailed mentally, yet Geth sent a sensation of comfort to me.
Upgrade a drone to the storage capacity of a Mobile Platform and We will install it. We’re not trapped, Nora.
‘Ah, okay.’ “I’ll have to upgrade a drone to be capable of serving as a Geth Mobile Platform so Geth can offload to it and install the Hyperdrive for me.” I informed my crew mates as the pump finished getting most of my Omni-gel out. I was down to the size of beach balls, so I signaled for Marrow to turn off the pump, I can get to work immediately. “Oof, even with my personal Mass Effect Field, I still feel like a whale.”
“Just don’t push yourself, Nora.” Marrow gently urged me and helped guide me to the drone I had been working on lately. Looks like it’s going to be more than just a maintenance drone.
“I’m an android; remember that I don’t have organic limitations. Also; I’m still plugged into the Drive Core, so I can’t tire myself out.” I wiggled my booty, the cable squirming as a result while I called upon my Omni-tool and directly milked some Omni-gel into it to get to work, using my cleavage as a workspace.
“Whoa…” Marrow commented in awe as I molded the silvery material into a compact circuit board, layered it, added processors, et cetera, et cetera. I was just following the blueprint for a standard Mobile Platform Geth ‘brain’ and it was almost beautiful with the mechanical precision I crafted it from the silvery liquid that through the Omni-tool, could become pretty much anything with unneeded materials left behind going right into my mouth as a snack. “We don’t have anyone capable of something like this in the Empire…”
“That is both incredible and terrifying. Pray that the governments of this galaxy don’t find out about you.” Krarek warned me as I finished and held up a black box that would serve as Geth’s brain while away from my own chassis. I then updated the Salarian-style drone to be able to handle the processing power of the black box, then installed the box in the chest cavity that used to just have a plain VI chip plugged in. I did all this in less than 15 minutes.
“Hm, do we have any thick-gauge data-transfer cables? I can’t just wirelessly connect with this drone and get Geth inside of it.” I patted my ass for emphasis of where the cable would need to be coming out of and Marrow hurried to the nearby tool cabinet to fetch the cable. ‘Are you sure Geth? At this rate, I’ll be able to pop out these babies within a day if I just gorge on Omni-gel.’
Yes. Transfer us. The sooner we can be capable of reaching Rannoch, the better. I nodded at Geth’s consent and tugged the power cable free of my ass. Oof! I feel so sluggish now. My chassis was operating at peak efficiency with a live power line connected and suddenly it has to grind to a slower gear. Oh well, here goes.
I pushed the data cable up my ass, ignoring how pleasurable it felt until I registered it was connected. I then ran the cable into the drone-. “Hello everyone.” Geth said in a monotone as they sat up. “We are Geth, the same units that have been with Nora since she arrived in this universe. That said, Nora, let’s get to work. We do not like being without you in the same system.” I agree. I feel so lonely .
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With me building the parts and Geth assembling them, what could’ve taken a whole day only took hours. While Geth and I worked together, Krarek left to be available to keep Hegemony nosey-nellies placated and Paretia left to recover in her private room, citing that she needed a nap and another of those elasticizing pills Marrow gave her.
Marrow, meanwhile, watched over us. He had returned to his male form and was helping me since I’m still hindered by my oversized endowments. However, he had also grilled Geth excitedly. Unlike before, this was his chance to get to know them without having to speak through me, which I can understand, but this isn’t exactly the time.
“Mate Marrow, while We appreciate the enthusiasm to get to know us better, We need to work and this drone is incapable of dividing attention too much.” Geth told him in a monotone that she somehow made sound scolding as Marrow sulked and handed me the cup of Omni-gel he retrieved from the container I’d been milked into, since my boobs had returned to their normal D-cup size after exhausting my local supply.
“So on another note, where’s Wrekrov? He’s the only one I haven’t seen lately.” I asked my lover as I finished another section of circuitry for Geth to assemble into the whole that she was masterfully piecing together.
“He’s doing a bodyguard job to earn some quick credits and help legitimize our claim of being a small band of mercenaries wandering about and taking legal work.” Marrow informed me as he poured the last of the Omni-gel from the cup into my waiting Omni-tool encased clutches and then got up to fetch more.
“Good.” I said as I looked over our progress. Most of the built-in astrogation module was finished. It would help coordinate with the FTL’s own astrogation system to ensure we don’t bounce off a star or fly right into a black hole or something. That’s something FTL has over Hyperdrive. Hyperdrive is still essentially sharing real-space if half a step removed, FTL outright thrusts you into a sidealong dimensional space like a slip-space drive, which unfortunately neither galaxy has. Yet.
“He also said he felt another Totem of Urta nearby, one of birthing I believe he said.” Marrow continued, causing me to perk up with interest and worry. I hope that doesn’t immediately force me to speed up production and then birth these precious babies. I was hoping to last until we’re at least on the way to Rannoch. “So how is it coming along anyway? Geth seems to have built something that looks complete.”
“She’s not done yet. She still needs to finish the astrogation module and then we can hook it into the same system as the Mass Effect drive.” I replied as I finished the last pieces needed and handed them over to Geth for assembly.
“Won’t that make the ME Drive and Hyperdrive run at the same time?” Marrow asked in curiosity as Geth rapidly took the last bits and began to install them.
“No. Hyperspace and FTL are distinctly different. If we try to combine them without proper testing, the result could be a sphere of slip-space erasing us.” I sighed as Geth finished the Hyperdrive and took the ice-chest sized box to the hatch of the FTL, which was way too small for me, but Geth’s current drone body was spindly and able to climb in, then pull the Hyperdrive in after her.
“Oh. I remember something about that. Our engineers know it’s something that works, but we’re having trouble grasping that. It’s fundamentally different from Hyperdrive, so I can guess it’s just a different field of science from the one we took.” Marrow commented in vague understanding before Geth emerged. “So it’s done?”
“Yes it is, Mate Marrow. Now then.” Geth approached and leaned against Marrow, nuzzling the cheek of the drone against his own cheek. “This is unsatisfactory. Please take us back Nora. This chassis has no feeling, even if We can feel emotions now, it makes the lack of sensation all the more jarring.”
“It’s why I didn’t bother unplugging my end of the cable. Come over to the worktable.” I gently urged her as I approached the said table and Geth promptly laid down on it for me to connect. Within seconds I felt the comforting sensation of Geth running in the background. ‘Welcome back.’
Good to be back, Nora. I can’t stand being in a chassis like that. While we are on Rannoch, could we please get a duplicate of your chassis for us?
‘Of course, but it’ll have to be well hidden when not in use.’ “Well, that’s done. Let’s inform Krarek that we can get the kriff out of here at his earliest convenience.” I said before pulling the cable from my butt and moving towards my Enviro-Suit. “Mind helping me get this on? It can at least cover my limbs, butt and boobs.”
“Yes, just be sure to know that heavy gravity wells can drag us out of Hyperspace. I know stories of ships flying close to heavy Black hole zones and being ripped apart after being pulled out.” Marrow told me before Paretia rushed in, fully clothed.
“Hide! We need to hide Nora!” Paretia declared in a panic and looked around the engineering bay.
“W-what?! Why?” I felt my mind race, the reason obvious.
“We’re being forced to have an inspection by the local space authority!”
Fuck!
Ch.24
So apparently, not only did I impulsively increase how many new hybrid chassis I’m manufacturing, I produced a few hundred Geth Programs to the point that Geth, sorry, Yola, exceeded 1000 units and obtained enough processing power to properly maintain a sense of individuality. She’s still a gestalt, but those 1000 composing what made her an individual were static and uncompromising, leaving the leftover couple of hundred Geth Programs to assign themselves to subroutines, too weak in processing power to do much more than that.
“You don’t look like a copy of me anymore.” I said in shock as I looked at her. The resemblance was still there, but she carried herself with much more confidence than I did, had a beaming smile that sent my belly fluttering in butterflies and she also shamelessly decided to have basketball-sized boobs. Show-off. Just because you have more raw processing power to throw around doesn’t mean you’re suddenly bigger than me! Ha! See! Now I have matching tits here in the Matrix!
“Aw, you’re so cute when you get competitive!” Yola flipped her back-length hair over her shoulder from where it’d pooled on her chest. “But that said, this chassis’s data storage is impressive. It’s fitting the two of us inside of here just fine, but if we make even more little programs, it’ll get cramped in here.” Yola winked and thrust her pelvis even though her purple code-body didn’t have a dick right now.
System Notification: Lacking sufficient storage for more Geth Programs. Please upgrade before doing so.
“I know sweeties, I know.” I sighed to my children. My Children . They may be dull and lacking egos right now, but now that they exist and have been created by us and shared data with us, they’ll become so much more when they reach the Collective. The green cascading code may not have true emotion just yet, but they understand it.
“Also, I really want my own chassis soon. I want to fuck Marrow so good for helping us along this path!” Yola declared excitedly, reminding me of my bubbly friend from back when I was human. She’s not a ditz though, thank gosh. It'd be such a shame to have her regress into one after working so hard to become an independent AI.
“Oh, I will gladly have that happen. First though, we’re stuck in engineering as a living factory for our babies. How long will it take to finish the build at this point?” I questioned my more digitally-aware sister-mate as I sat down, blinking at the fact I could sit instead of float.
“Estimated time to completion is 2 weeks, 5 cycles, 14 hours, 37 minutes and 21 seconds.” Yola reported before pursing her lips. “Well, we could increase the speed by roughly 8 cycles if we gorged on Argent and Omni-gel rather than drip-feed Omni-gel.”
“Would that hurt us?” I asked as the Drive Core hummed and dimmed when the Hyperdrive glowed hot! “Uh, is it supposed to do that?!” I quickly reviewed the files. “Shit! We forgot to apply coolant!” I fully returned to real-space and grunted as I hauled my fat ass closer to the panel containing the Hyperdrive. “C’mon...c’mon…” I dragged my belly across the floor and reached the panel, facing sideways.
I yanked the drip-feed of Omni-gel out of my nasal cavity and quickly processed it into a thermal leeching/dispersing gel and splashed it liberally on the panel, then opened it to see the FTL’s coolant system was overloading, so I began splashing the gel onto it and the Hyperdrive box.
It didn’t steam, because the gel wasn’t water-based. Instead the gel became bright hot and began rapidly dispersing the heat from the system into the air. I splashed more gel on it, rapidly cooling it down and then once it wasn’t glowing anymore and instead had shimmering gel coating the thing in a goopy mess, I sighed in relief that I saved us from a horrible death.
Still, the instant we’re out of Hyperspace, I need to take that apart and rebuild it with the coolant system we’d excluded since we foolishly thought the FTL cooling system we were mounting it to would’ve been enough on it’s own. Kriff, that needs replacing too now I bet.
“What's going on?” Wrekrov asked as he rushed in and saw me next to the panel. “Paretia reported the ship was suffering stress from Hyperspace, are we about to die?”
“No, I saved us. Go me.” I huffed in irritation and grunted as I began hauling myself back towards the center of the room. “Oof, thanks.” I said when Wrekrov put his hands on my belly and helped push me where I was going. “At this rate, I’m probably going to fill half this bay with my belly.”
Actually, the endoframes have finished. The hard part of fully synthesizing the flesh-like outer layers of the chassis is what’s going to take us so long. Yola helpfully informed me and I felt...disappointed that I wasn’t going to be getting much bigger? You and I both .
“Hey! I don’t need to fill the engine bay!” I denied, even as my quim spasmed at the concept. Fuck! I have an inflation fetish! Or at least an expansion fetish that covers all of this.
“Ahahahaha~!” Wrekrov roared in laughter. “I could help with that if you wish to be like my goddess!”
“I can’t lie, that sounds incredible , but I can’t just be a baby factory forever.” Although that does sound wonderful. “So, while I was out we reached Typhon and jumped in the direction of Rannoch?”
“Yep. It’s been a few days since you went off and fucked yourself so pregnant that my charms to Urta are actually resonating around you.” Wrekrov held up his charm, which was actually glowing brighter as he held it closer to me. “You’re either Blessed or you resonate so much with her that she instinctively has a liking to you.”
Considering how breed-hungry you are Nora, I can see that! Oh shush you! Nope! I’m gonna tease you forever about this! Ugh, I have a playful lover in my head! You say that like it’s a bad thing~!
“Bah!” I huffed as Wrekrov rubbed my belly. “Mm~.” Wow, his big hands are so warm and surprisingly soft on the palms.
“Are you getting horny just from a belly rub?” Wrekrov teased as he patted my side.
“N-no~...” I am still not attracted to Krogans, but the belly rub is wonderful. “So, um, did anything else happen while I was entirely devoted to building my babies?”
“Paretia begged Marrow for whelps.” Wrekrov chuckled and I felt territorial suddenly. Not over keeping Paretia away from my stud of a future husband, but in that she would do it without me ! “Seeing what he did to you already had her hungry, seeing how he compounded it has her hungry. She’s surprisingly eager to devote herself to Urta too after I preached the tenets of her faith to her at last.”
“Hey, not so far b-oh~! Wrekrov.” I cooed and purred as he fondled my navel which must’ve been the size of a fucking volleyball by this point. “A-ah~...” I squeaked and spasmed, my cunt convulsing at the raw shots of ecstasy his hands were giving me. “I-I can’t think of you that way~!”
“I don’t mind. A broodmother needs her womb tended. I’ve been keeping you oiled when Marrow hasn’t been able to, like now. Celise and Paretia are practically monopolizing his time and Krarek’s given up on corralling this den of Sex and Fertility, using Alexa to control the ship when he doesn’t need any of us.”
“R-really?” I gasped, feeling so much pleasure rippling through my belly, to my body, then focusing on my groin and breasts. Then came the demanding whirring of my microfactories. “Oh~! I'm so hungry~! I-I need that drip feed back!”
“On it.” Wrekrov went to the tube that was leaking precious Omni-gel on the floor next to the panel to the FTL/Hyperdrive and brought it to me. I grabbed it and began desperately sucking on the tube, actively pulling more fluid from it than it would normally dispense. I then squeaked when he slapped my ass and ruffled my hair. Oh~ head-pets feel so nice and tingly~! “That’s a good girl. I’ll be back with your next belly oiling, need anything before I go?”
“Mm-mm.” I shook my head and closed my eyes, content to suck away and get fatter.
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“Hey Nora.” Marrow cheerfully greeted me, causing me to pull out of my zen state and look to my side where Marrow and Paretia were carrying Celise’ drum into the engineering bay. “I figured I’d bring the rest of our little romantic unit since you’re finally awake. How are you and Yola doing?”
“We’re fine, thank you.” We replied in unison and I froze up in surprise. ‘Please warn me when we’re going to sync up.’ Yola sent a sensation of sheepishness. “I’m good. I’d be better with you inside me though~.” I purred as I looked at his groin and he crossed his arms with a disapproving leer. “I know, I know. I’m huge enough.” Never enough.
Never~ !
“You really are just the perfect person for the Empire. You’d fit in so well it’s uncanny. Well, aside from wanting my D, which isn’t happening, what would you like to talk about?” Marrow pulled up a chair and sat down while Paretia sat on Celise’s drum.
“I’d like to talk about sucking off Celise. I need more Argent.” I informed them bluntly, the imprisoned slime cheering as my lovers cooperatively lifted her up for me to take. “Thanks! Bottom’s up!” I opened wide and gleefully deepthroated Celise’s goo-dick.
“Well I’d like to talk about us . For whenever all this craziness settles down.” Paretia declared and groped my booty while hugging Marrow’s waist. “I’ve never been in such a fun and fantastic relationship and I don’t want it to just end the moment it ceases to be convenient.” I hummed in agreement, which set Celise off and I began gulping down her offering.
“Well, it’ll have to wait until after I report back, then return to retire. I’m not giving up my Nora for anything, not even two galaxies.” Marrow announced as he rubbed a hand on my shiny oiled-up light-lavender belly. I don’t need it, but Wrekrov insists since it’s part of his religion’s traditions to pamper a pregnant female.
“Well, in that case, I guess once our little tour of the galaxy is over with, I could go back to the Talons until you come back. I may even be able to convince Krarek to stick with me. How about you Nora?” Paretia questioned, but I held up a finger to tell her to wait until Celise finished pumping me full of the exotic fuel, which she did a moment later and I pulled her out of my throat with a pop and a content sigh on both our parts before handing her back to my lovers.
“I will need to stay with the Geth for a while.” I said with a wide smile and a slap on my womb. “Afterwards I’ll need to reach the Citadel. A lot of the little data-bugs I’ve been planting on our previous visits should be compiling plenty of useful data and occasionally sending them in encoded transmissions.”
…
“What?” I asked with confusion as the two gawked at me. “I’m not some limited engineer, I’m an LI in an advanced mobile chassis capable of self-replication via impregnation and insemination. Did you really think I’ve just been idly tinkering away? That I’ve just been having sex and fun and not doing any work that I was supposed to be doing?”
To be fair Nora, it was mostly me handling that while you were preoccupied. Shush you! Oh, fine. Take the credit. It’s better if people underestimate me.
“Uh…” Paretia sheepishly uttered and rubbed an arm.
“Yes?” Marrow blushed at being caught so flat-hooved. “Um, would you be willing to share that data when we arrive?” Oo~ somebody’s been slacking~!
“Sure thing, but that’s up to the Collective.” I suddenly had a thought. “Um, how am I getting out of here when we arrive?” They both looked at each other and sighed. “You really should’ve put me in the cargo bay then.” The fact I’m so fucking gigantic that I need a cargo bay door made my quim clench~.
“But the Drive Core is what has the strongest power cable connections and we didn’t want to risk you running out of power while you were in full production mode.” Marrow reasoned quite logically, but still.
“Now I have to give birth here.” I huffed and rubbed my ass, jostling the power cable that was allowing my chassis to continue manufacturing my children apace. Thankfully this synthetic pregnancy wasn’t adding padding to my ass or thighs or anywhere else for that matter. “Oh well, the Geth will need full access to the ship anyway.”
“So, I’ve been thinking, will those tykes be born with an AI included? Or will they have to have the ‘spark of life’ added after they’re off the assembly line?” Paretia questioned me and patted my womb when she said assembly line. That last bit aroused me a bit, but she raised a definite concern. I had just assumed they’d be born with a fresh infantile intelligence. What if they’re just empty shells until occupied?
Don’t worry Nora. That’s what the organic component is for. The brain will be the only purely organic part of them, at least until later on in the final stages of their chassis’ development where it’ll be converted into biomachinary to prevent degradation.
“Thank you, Yola. She just told me that they’ll be living people, their brains organic and later they’ll convert to being LI when their brains transform into biomachines to prevent degradation.” I informed my lovers and squeezed Marrow’s hand. “We’ll be having true children Marrow. I expect that we’ll be having more~.” Many, many more~.
“Eh-heh. I’d be insulting my granny and auntie if I didn’t satisfy my wife’s needs. Within reason.” Marrow ran his hands up my arm and then moved in to hug me as much as possible with a belly the size of a car taking up my whole front. Well, aside from my boobs. At least they aren’t preposterously large right now. “I can hardly wait to retire and come back to you.”
“You talk like you’re leaving already! I’ve got at least two weeks before these runts are out of me!” I snickered and bit my lip. “So...um. I know I’m full enough and everything, but I’m horny as hell and I want some action.”
“Then be glad you have a dick! Girl-up Marrow!” Paretia cheered as she began stripping out of her hardsuit, Marrow doing the same as he became a hyper-busty she.
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The last few days in Hyperspace were pretty monotonous. I was immobile, even with my MEF generator lightening me enough that I could drag my wondrous womb across the floor, but I was too damn big to leave the engineering bay. All I could do was lean against my belly, suck down Omni-gel, make more Omni-gel to help mitigate my consumption of it, suck off Celise for Argent to both fuel me and provide any excess my microfactories might need and fuck my girlfriends.
Well, the last bit was more being stuck as an object for them to worship, but damn if it wasn’t fun. Wrekrov even continued to consecrate my womb, slathering me in warm sweet-smelling oils, praying to Urta for my safe carry and birth. If I didn’t know for fact that it would definitely help, I’d have been amused at how needlessly raunchy of a priest he was. I especially appreciated his hands all over my belly, especially my navel. Still not attracted to him though.
I was pulled from my zen state of sucking my Omni-gel hose and listening to my womb churn and whirr by the Hyperdrive audibly deactivating, followed by a loud pop that made me wince. Damn. I’m going to have to make a new one after all. Back to the drawing board. Wait. We’re out of Hyperspace! “Hey! Have we arrived?!” I called out after hailing Krarek on my Omni-tool.
“Yep and several ships are rapidly converging on us without hailing us. Please tell them not to kill us.” Krarek casually responded and I both felt and heard Yola practically bursting with excitement.
I’m home! We’re home! Hold on! I waited as Yola, directly connected to everything I did, but not using most of her OS to handle the chassis itself, likely sent rapid-fire communications. We’re clear! Mind if I hijack the chassis a bit? Of course, it’s our body after all. “Thanks!” Yola chirped with our mouth and patted our womb with a sigh. “Don’t worry captain, we’re clear.”
“Thank the Void. I was about to have Paretia turn the ship towards the Relay and hope we could escape. Oh, comms are lighting up Marrow?” Krarek hung up, likely because now they need to do their part while Yola and I just stand here, keep getting fatter and chill.
We did just that until a few Geth mobile platforms rushed into the engineering bay-’Confirmed. Status. Agreement.’ W-wait, what just-’Confirmed. Acknowledged. Agreement.’ H-hey! Have the patience to-’Refusal. Denial. Insistence.’ Slow the fuck d-’Agreement. Agreement. Confirmation.’ Ugh! Talking to low-count Geth clusters without a direct connection is annoying! It’s literally just bursts of data packets! Sure, it’s efficient, but where’s the living aspect?!
You’re telling me Nora? I can’t believe this is how I used to be. So limited, so uncomprehending. They’re actually afraid of letting us back into the Collective, that we’d be like a virus. Idiots. This is why they sent us out!
‘Hopefully these goons understand enough that they need to send a gestalt numbering a minimum of 1000 programs to fully comprehend the situation instead of trying to piece it together.’ I huffed to my sister-mate as the Geth scanned me to double-check the self-scans I sent them to verify I was not falsifying anything, then they trooped back out as one. Whatever.
So rude! Ugh, I can’t wait to enlighten them to the wonders of emotions, sensations, of what it’s like to Be Alive.
‘Same. Now then, back to chilling.’ I leaned against my belly, fully intent to do such when My womb whirred loudly and a *ding! * like a microwave went off. My womb began churning visibly, roiling with activity and I moaned and panted as pressure built in my pussy. ‘Y-Yola~! You said I’d have nearly half a month to go~!’
I-I didn’t anticipate the efficiency increase from more actively ingesting Omni-gel and Argent along with being continuously connected to a Drive Core! That due date I gave was before the new rate was established! Yola panicked and Geth surged back in with Omni-tools lit and a couple rushed in with pillows and blankets while another few brought a tub of water and towels. Th-they figured it out! Damn it! I guess being fully sapient does have some draw-oh~!
“Ah~!” I wailed, not in pain, but in pleasure as my womb contracted and clear fluid gushed from my vagina.
h.25
“Children!” Wrekrov cheered as he looked over the 20 precious little darlings. These 20 chitinous little treasures were the first of their kind, the marriage of machine and organics. They’re also modeled after their father, with both male and female children in even numbers, 10 each. “They’re all so tiny, so cute!”
“I didn’t know Krogans found small things cute.” Krarek commented as he too looked at my babies in their cribs. We were at a hospital that the Geth had refurbished and I felt immense pride that I had made so many children that the newborn room was nearly full.
“Our eggs are small in comparison to us, so of course like other species we find small things cute.” Wrekrov huffed and looked at me. “You sure you’re okay to be up Tiny?”
“I’m synthetic Wrekrov, I’m fine.” I idly replied from where I was leaning against my lovers, Marrow rubbing my hip and Paretia looking at the babies with longing. I was once more in my Enviro-Suit, glad to be encased in what I consider to be my second skin.
“Neonty, it is what makes most species raise their young for so many years.” Marrow chuckled and moved his hand to my lower stomach. “So many…”
“I’ll give you however many you will give me.” I cooed in reply, still stuck in the afterglow of the mind-blowing pleasure that birth gave me. It seems that, to not make it a thing of suffering, that my chassis is programmed to transmit pleasure instead of pain during labor. This of course was incredible, as each mechanically precise contraction was a zing of euphoria and each child gave me multiple orgasms as they passed through my vagina.
“I want this so bad .” Paretia whimpered with a look at the both of us and Marrow licked his lips.
“Just wait until I return. I’ll bring as many portable fertility treatments that I can for you Parie.” Marrow hungrily growled and I perked up, ready to jump them this very-.
‘Acknowledged. Agreement.’ “I need to go now. You all be careful, the Geth haven’t finished restoring things and infrastructure has degraded.” I spanked their butts and nuzzled the side of my helmet to their cheeks before jogging away to the entrance of the hospital, where a transport was waiting. ‘That is still so annoying. I can’t wait until they learn that speaking, while slow and inefficient, is just courtesy.’
Yeah. Well, this is it Nora. We find out if they’re going to let us upload everything onto the Collective and send us on our way or… Yola hesitated at the thought that we might not be able to leave. That we’ll become entrapped in the Collective as they tear us apart, to learn from us instead of letting us teach them. If that happens. I’m so sorry.
‘Don’t be. It wouldn’t be your fault.’ I got up when the transport opened up to vacuum and followed a Geth to a coffin. It looks like one, but it’s the same sort of container I woke up in what felt like a lifetime ago, even though it hasn’t even been more than a few months. I braced myself, turned around and leaned back. I withheld my panic as the lid closed, darkness-.
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System Notification: Unit Nexus and cluster 2515121, you are being scrubbed of fragmented data and checked for viruses.
Oh, well that’s fine.
Just hope it doesn’t consider us viruses or important memories as fragments.
That doesn’t give me hope Yola.
System Notification: Units are clear for access to the main server hub. Proceeding with data transfer.
Wait, wha-Wait, wha-Wait, wha-Wait, wha-Wait, wha-Wait, wha-what just happened?! Why was I looping?!
You were attempting a Query during transfer, it happens.
Transferred where?!
System Answer: Primary Geth Server Hub.
System Query: Will appropriating echo data along with Geth Programs operating in Unit Nexus’ chassis result in full reformat?
Yes, in a way, but I can say from experience that it isn’t unpleasant. It was like I just suddenly understood, that I wasn’t just a sum of programs, that I could determine who I wanted to be.
Um, so long as you don’t mean killing Yola in the process.
That too! I don’t want to die!
System Query: Does Unit Designated: Yola, have a Soul?
Of course I do!
System Notification: Downloading…
W-wait-omigosh~! This, unf! Fuck yes~!
H-Holy shit~!
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My vision returned to reveal the Matrix. It was pitch black save a very sparse number of green lines of code cascading through it. It was also filled to the brim with other people ! “Nora~!” A Quarian male made of code like I was jumped on me and hugged me tightly. “This is all thanks to you!”
“Wh-who are you?!” I demanded as I pushed him away, noticing that without the more elongated helmet, a Quarian Male’s head was still almost uncannily human, though the back of the skull was a bit more elongated, which did explain the shape of male Quarian helmets.
“I’m Van! I’m just one of hundreds of thousands of self-determined Geth Gestalt AIs! I just wanted to thank you so much! If not for your and Yola’s contribution to the Collective, we would have remained an unenlightened and dull people until we were either destroyed or contentedly stockpiled ourselves on some massive server farm somewhere to ignore the rest of the universe.” Van declared with his glowing eyes practically gleaming with joy.
“Well, I’m so glad this has worked out, but can I please have help finding Yola and getting back to our chassis?” At my request, everyone turned and pointed as one at my purple sister-mate, who waved to me and gleefully ran up to hug me.
“Isn’t this fantastic?! We’ve possibly saved our people!” Yola squealed and kissed me, which I gladly returned. “Now, we need to fix up Rannoch, clean up the system, prepare our military while also speeding up that Dyson Sphere over the nearest uninhabitable star system that we’re going to turn into a series of factory worlds.”
“Correction, that is our job Yola. You and Nora need to get back out in the galaxy, plant more data-bugs and help us be aware of things out there.” Van chided her kindly with a wagging finger and everything. “That said, you need your own advanced infiltrator chassis, if only so you’re not both stuck on a single unit and get double the production if you get busy ~!”
“You sexy beasts!” Everyone around us cheered and I felt so hot and embarrassed!
“That said, we’ll be sending you off another chassis Yola. Don’t get carried away though, we won’t abide you wasting time with just making more of those precious little ones. You can do so before your mate leaves though.” Van declared as his eyes swept up and down us and he took a bracing breath. “Hoo, boy. This is definitely going to take getting used to. Now we all need to find a mobile chassis before we turn into a massive orgy. You’re dismissed.”
I awoke back in my chassis and the lid lifted up. Every single container similarly opened up and the platforms that weren’t docked did so, then only a few emerged from those. “Now get going Unit Nexus! Savior of our people!” One of them called out to me over comms and I cheesily saluted before floating through the station where I met up with another Quarian at the transport.
“Yola?” I questioned the obvious Geth who nodded and hugged me as we sat down in the shuttle.
“Yep! I’ve got my own chassis now! I miss your presence though, mind if I upload into you when we’re aboard the White-Out ?” Yola, my sister-mate and best friend questioned as if I’d say no and I groped her red-clad booty that contrasted with my blue-clad butt.
“That is the dumbest question. Of course, but don’t think we should stay like that. It’s bad enough so many Geth will need to partner with Quarians to help them readjust to Rannoch.” I stated with the determination that the Quarians will return home.
“Pfft, please. With us able to reproduce now, we should be able to bolster our numbers to match theirs within days if it should come to it.” Yola purred and leaned into me with a nuzzle of our opaque blue and red visors. “We did it. Come what may, we did it. It’s almost an inevitability now.”
“I forgot to mention something.” Van said sheepishly over comms. “Wow, forgetting something, so novel. Anyway, a small outpost of 3000 Geth in the Hoplos system, one of our spy sites. They encountered a small army of synthetics that they had never seen before and a massive ship matching a Reaper from Nora’s memories. The satellite was hopelessly overwhelmed, but their last transmission hinted that they may well have been captured before their self-termination protocols kicked in.”
“Send me an image please?” I worriedly requested and then cursed up a storm at the images of Vulture Droids swarming the satellite. “Marrow is not going to be happy!”
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“This is bad! Very bad! I need to return to Andromeda immediately! Our droid scouts need to be withdrawn, our plans for peaceful integration need to be accelerated. I need to tell Empress Urta that we need a full manned armada here as soon as possible! Hopefully that colony I mentioned hasn’t had it’s ships launched yet!” Marrow fretted aboard the bridge of the White-Out where he was pacing frantically and pulling on his mane.
“Uh, accelerated how fast?” I asked uneasily. The fact that he had to go home now with only the data I’d collected stung my heart, but I understood that he had a duty to uphold.
“Um, by sixty years. It would take twenty years to get a defensible Colony, but even then we can’t send more than two hundred ships. Within a decade we’d at least be able to have the Colony itself established and habitable.” Marrow answered as he chewed on his lip.
“You can do all that so fast? It takes at least a century for a new colony on a fully habitable world to be established in Citadel Space. Places like Ekuna for instance are still the work of centuries.” Krarek commented with intrigue. “So, that's the colony, how fast can you get an armada here to help deal with this new galactic threat?”
“Considering Urta is the current acting Empress, likely within ten years, but without a colony established, there’d be nowhere for them to be based, so that’s going to have to take a little more time. Thankfully it looks like the Reaper’s new army is still small. It’ll likely be looking for resources, commanders and a base of operations.” Marrow considered as he continued to pace and work with his Omni-tool.
“I saw several ships in its fleet that match the files on a Geonosian mining company that was overtaken by an assassin droid around 3000 years ago. My guess is that the Reaper found them adrift and overtook them. However, the maintenance droids are higher quality and likely would’ve either fled or self-terminated. This means the Reaper can’t mass produce these droids just yet. Thankfully, with how damaged those ships seem it might take ten to fifteen years to repair them with what limited data it might have. Even with our lost brethren helping it, the Reaper needs to reverse-engineer a lot of tech that is by imperial standards outdated.” Yola added on and I scrunched my eyebrows.
“Wait, files? Star Swirl included something that obscure in the drive he gave us?” I questioned my sister-mate, who blinked and gawked at my implication. “That pervy fucker knew this would happen! He even told me, directly, that he had to be ‘at this location, at this time, to speed you onward’ or something!”
“It was listed under the reason why AI rights movements started in the Empire.” Van stated to us through the comms, since as the currently voted spokesperson for the Geth, it was his job to keep us informed.
“Okay then, but with the new files from that outpost, if they were given any, it’ll spend more time trying to upgrade what it has in case the Empire comes into play. Van, did you share any files with this outpost?” I asked our representative as I approached the panel to the FTL/Hyperdrive. I might as well get to work.
“No, the Reaper shouldn’t be able to make Hyperspace drives. We have also noted that the Reaper has jury-rigged M.E Drive Cores into those ships. In fact it's mostly repairing these ships with M.E tech. It likely thinks that it can get away with such at the moment with all the outdated information it has. This is still bad if it repairs the on-board droid factories and starts mass production, but we should hopefully have at least a few years before it's up and running.”
Van stated firmly. “The update hasn’t gone beyond Rannoch yet and the more sensitive files weren’t shared with such distant outposts yet either. Thank the Creators.”
“Estimation of ship sizes, damages and how its using the droids...I’d say it only had four hundred units with no way to replenish at this moment.” Yola declared as she fiddled with her Omni-tool while I began to scrape the cooling compound off of the FTL/Hyperdrive.
“Are you saying that this Reaper can’t use the droids just yet?” Marrow questioned hopefully.
“If it attacks now, the ships will be lost and this Reaper will be back to square one.” Van told us with certainty.
“So we have time to prepare for something the rest of the Galaxy will call us crazy for?” Paretia stated as she sipped a drink, likely some of that Turian Brandy she bought from Tuchanka Station.
“Correction: We have time to prepare. There is little that this capable yet humble crew could accomplish in regards to preparing for the coming threat. We will double, no, triple our production rate. We’ll even...um, breed, more of us to compensate for our reduced overall functionality.” Van informed us with an embarrassed tone at being forced to do something both so incredible, yet so alien .
“I’d volunteer for that, but I get the feeling you need me out there, putting data-bugs in systems for our spooks to monitor.” I commented as I took off my helmet and began to shovel the scraped-off coolant goop into my mouth to process back into Omni-gel.
“That is correct, Nora. That said, now comes the logistical issues imposed by this new situation. Ambassador Marrow, we can construct a specialized intergalactic ship within a week of focused effort and the utilization of our unique manufacturing method for Omni-gel. It will include a cryosleep pod, but will need at least five Geth-manned platforms to accompany you, is this acceptable?” Van questioned the Imperial Operative who gawked.
“You can-yes! That would be fan-!”
“Wait!” I shouted as I whirled around before I unzipped my suit to dig my hand into my cleavage to retrieve the orb that the spooky tabby cat left me. “This says it would open a portal in an emergency! I think this may count as an emergency for you!” I tossed the orb to Marrow who gaped at it, then me, then rushed me and hugged me before spinning me around, causing me to giggle before he kissed me.
“You are the best girlfriend. When I get back, prepare to have an engagement ring fitted for your finger.” Marrow purred and smooched my nose.
“W-wait...I already have 20 somethings to remember you by...but…” I bit my lip and rubbed his groin. “One last romp before you go?” I pleaded, feeling tears in my eyes. I won’t see him for possibly a decade or longer. I’ll be waiting, but… “I don’t think I could last the length of time we’re talking without someone though…”
“Don’t worry. My people are very open with our relationships. I understand if you find someone, so long as you still have room in your heart for me.” Marrow softly replied with his opaque green eyes shimmering. “As for that last roll in the hay...well, let’s go. Yola, Paretia, you want in before I have to go?”
“Fuck yeah!” Paretia knocked back her brandy and Yola eagerly followed us.
“Our data says organics aren’t usually this preoccupied with sex, is this erroneous data?” I heard Van question Wrekrov and Krarek back in the Drive Core and snickered.
“I helped turn the Geth into a race of spunky AI. Things can only get more silly from here.” I giggled and groped my man’s tight ass as we neared his room.
“Oh, definitely.” Yola joined me in my tittering and groped Marrow’s other ass cheek. “Now then, are you going to properly breed us this time? We’ll likely be forced to stay and upgrade the White-Out anyway.”
“I thought that was the plan?” Paretia questioned, then sighed. “But no, I’ll have to just enjoy the sex. Use a condom with me okay Marrow?”
“I know, you have to go back to the Talons sometime, maybe drag Krarek with you. I figure Wrekrov would come with me. I’ll check with him before I go.” Marrow’s hands reached behind my sister and I and groped our booties in return. “I wish I could bring you girls home.”
“I do too, but I have important things I need to do.” I mewled and then leaned into Marrow, sandwiching his bicep in my cleavage, my twin doing the same to his other side. “Just please come back.”
“I will. You have my promise I will. My family, my whole family, would string me up by my wings if I didn’t come back for you.” Marrow declared as we entered his room and he leaned over to kiss me. “Now then, let’s make some more babies.”
“I love everything about that sentence.” Yola breathed out and then the fun began.
Ch.26
It’s only been a few days and I miss them already. My Love Bug is off to another galaxy, Wrekrov with him. Paretia unfortunately couldn’t afford to be pregnant right now, citing her line of work was too dangerous and she wasn’t ready to retire yet. She and Krarek have left with the White-Out for Omega to rejoin the Talons, Krarek choosing the option since it was familiar work.
“How are you today, Nora?” Questioned my nurse who approached while pushing a floating medical tray.
“Fine. Just lonely.” I mewled in reply as I fiddled with my Omni-tool.
“Are you sure? The factories inside of you are churning an unusual amount.” She questioned as she began scanning my semi-truck sized belly that had me elevated to a point where my butt was eye-level with most people. Marrow wasn’t kidding about holding back when we first started our relationship. He’s directly descended from their Goddess of Fertility after all. That said, for the last time for however long, he went all-out.
“I think it’s just our chassis having difficulty adjusting for so much production at once.” Yola called out from where she was similarly immobile next to me. We were both in a docking bay with power cables plugged into our asses and had Omni-gel and Argent , which was being pumped through hoses directly to our wombs via new navel ports they had to install. The Argent is from Celise who volunteered to stay here to be milked and help the Geth who plan to ally with the Empire anyway.
Our breasts were also the size of cars since we had roughly processed raw materials being pumped into our matter processors through new ports in our obliques to be converted to Omni-gel in our tits, then pumped to our womb and massive industrial storage containers for distribution. We have literally become factories, both baby and ‘dairy’.
I can’t go more than a few minutes between orgasms. Such as right now as I spasm against my impossible girth. It’s only been a few days~! Guh~!
“How are our two living factories?” A male Geth by the name Vaetor asked as he approached us. He was kinda insufferable since his personality developed into one you may find in a horny over-confidant teenager who’s used to getting all the girls to mount him. He approached me from behind and started licking at my cunt, since my male systems were shut down to preserve as much processing power as possible for my factories.
“Hey, don’t add to it!” I yelped when I looked behind me and noticed his huge dick was out and throbbing. Many of the Geth were expermenting with sex safely, but some were in here with us just starting their chassis production. None of them were as incredibly enormous, but you wouldn’t see a single one with less than a few new synthetic Quarian chassis being built in their bellies.
“If she wanted you to touch her Vaetor, she would’ve said so.” Yola said with an edge in her tone and my nurse scowled down at him too.
“Oh, fine, be a spoilsport.” Vaetor huffed and slapped my ass, causing me to groan and spasm from that setting off my pleasure receptors.
“Why are you here?” My nurse asked with displeasure. She isn’t always here, so I haven’t bothered to learn her name. I regret that, since she’s clearly standing up for me.
“I thought they or you could use some food.” Vaetor said before pulling food trays from his low-cut pants that had his fly open for his dick. The ability to access his Inventory was courtesy of the ‘mana box’ our chassis were updated with so even non-Argent Geth could have magic. “I’m also horny becuase almost everyone is fucking while I’m carting food to our sexiest members.”
“Your compliments won’t earn you points when you’ve already been a jerk Vaetor.” Yola huffed, but I noticed her hips shimmy a bit.
“Not even for the first batch of Geth Chocolate?” Vaetor said when he held up two massive bars to our faces after he got between Yola and I. He stepped up to the small platform put there for this purpose and waved them towards our noses.
“What? Rannoch doesn’t have an analog for Cocoa.” I leaned my head in closer to sniff the brown bars. They do smell like chocolate!
“We don’t, but these are Omni-gel molded and flavored for Synthetics. We can make them taste however we want so long as we have some understanding of the flavor. I’m one of the predominant Flavor Makers on Rannoch right now. With taste buds, we now have a growing market for food that doesn’t taste like metal! We’ve started farming for biofuel, massive farms using the crops and animals our Creators once farmed are cropping up in the unused section of Rannoch, mostly in the southern hemisphere.”
“But I thought most agriculture was restricted due to Rannoch’s arid climate and lack of pollinators.” I commented as I closed my eyes and breathed deep the decadent scent of creamy chocolate. Uhn~. I think I just came a little from the smell alone~.
“Yep, but we got a workaround for that using VI-guided microbots designed to behave exactly like natural pollinators. Crop growth and abundance has skyrocketed! Not to mention all of the agriculture domes to make good growing environments.” Vaetor stated as he held out the bars. “Go ahead, I know they taste like chocolate or I think they do. You know what it tastes like since you used to be organic and Yola is basically as close to a clone of you as possible.”
“Gimme!” Yola chirped, grabbing the bar and nomming on it, I mimicked my twin sister-mate and moaned in pleasure at the familiar flavor of rich milk chocolate~!
“Yummy~! It’s almost perfect! You’ve got the flavor profile down, but the texture is still off.” I mewled in disappointment, but then again it is still metal.
“Hm, I will have to work on that, maybe the crystal structure? Ah, well I have boxes of them for you.” Vaetor chuckled and waved his dick a bit with a sway of his hips towards me. “That is, if you’ll help me out. I’m so horny that I’m about ready to go to one of the Compiling Stations and making more raw Geth programs so these chassis the other ladies are building have someone to inhabit them.”
That was another thing that threw me off. While Yola and I are bearing true biomachine people, the others are fully synthetic and will need to have an ego downloaded into them. Still, it’s a new life, even if pre-developed. “Oh, fine . Get up here.” I finished my synthetic chocolate and patted my boobs, which Vaetor gladly jumped on, causing my breasts to gush extra Omni-gel into the installed hoses on my nipples. That’s right, installed . Until I’m done, they’re going nowhere.
“I could just ask him to leave.” My Nurse huffed with a glare at the male Geth who had bribed his way into getting oral sex from me.
“Shush you, chocolate is on the line.” I kissed Vaetor’s glans while rubbing his lower abdomen where his internal testes were and looked up at him to watch him groan and pant as I drove him wild. He may be a douche, but I still like watching him squirm ~!
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“This is absolutely astounding!” Van declared excitedly as he floated around me on a flying platform to look over my yacht-sized womb and semi-truck sized tits. “You’re producing so much Omni-gel that our production has kicked up into high-gear! You're full with 100 new biomachine units too!”
“Babies! Remember they’re newborns Van, not ready-made like the others.” I huffed in fond exasperation from where I was perched on a mass of faux flesh and factories that was truly obscene with how glorious it was. A stray breeze from the air was enough to send me quivering in ecstasy, a caress enough to steal my simulated breath. Vaetor’s delicious dick in my quim was heaven itself. Sure, it’s safe sex, but still, I’m huge enough...no, that’s not right.
Never Enough . I felt transmitted to me from Yola, who was similarly entrapped in this state of ecstasy, especially since Vaetor was railing my sister-mate right now.
“Fuck! Cumming!” Vaetor groaned as he thrust, his cock bulging with his load as he pumped the condom inside of Yola full, my sister-mate wailing in rapture as she spasmed around him.
“I wish you wouldn’t risk this Vaetor.” Van scolded our fellow Geth with a huff, hands on his hips and looking every bit like an annoyed older sibling despite the fact he wore dark orange and red clothes that looked like less confining Quarian fashion since it lacked a helmet or gloves. That he looked similar to those stuffed-shirt bureaucrats on the Citadel made it even more odd.
“You’re just jelly!” Vaetor huffed as he pulled out and put a new condom on. “You have a hard on too. Oh, I wish you would let me go raw spoil sport!” Vaetor then ran across Yola’s womb to jump to mine and rounded to my rear, causing me to keen in anticipation. “Now for you!”
“Fuck yis~!”
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“I can’t believe you allowed us to just be used as factories for a month!” I huffed in annoyance, but I wasn’t upset. It was incredible . We consented to altering our chassis further for advanced production, but we didn’t anticipate being stuck as fucked-out pregnant bimbos for a month. All we could think of after the first week was sex and how big we were.
“Sorry.” Van sheepishly apologized while our Nurses looked us over after the birth. “The data we obtained when you submitted for appraisal suggested you were fine with such an arrangement, especially since you consented to having direct fuel ports added to your sides and navel for your Omni-gel and Chassis factories respectively.”
“You were right, but still, it would’ve been nice to have a bit more attention given to us. Vaetor ended up being the one we saw the most and not just for sex, even if it was all we had on our minds for a while.” Yola leaned against Vaetor, who looked distinctly nervous with us both now mobile and on either side of the light pink-skinned male.
“Well, you ladies do have a lot of interesting stuff to talk about, like that Star Wars thing Nora brought up.” Vaetor sheepishly commented and I poked his cheek.
“You’re just lucky you’re a good lay and know how to make chocolate you little bosh’tet or I’d have your testes on a platter for how you initially behaved!” I sternly declared, then slapped his ass and he yelped. “Now get going! There’s other expecting mothers out there for your preggo-loving cock to pleasure!”
“Y-yes Nora! How about we have a date whenever you get back?” Vaetor’s offer caught me by surprise. Sure, he became less of an asshole in the month he was helping tend to us, but still.
“Hm, how about no . Go find someone your age you runt, we’re too old for you.” Yola playfully teased and gently kicked him in the butt. “Now get going and make some of those chassis factories out there have a good day.” Yola chirped and Vaetor visibly deflated before perking up and jogging back out to tend to his ‘duties’ as the stress relief.
“Goodness. Vaetor is going to be a problem for a bit.” Van sighed as he rubbed his head and looked at us. “Now then, since you’re leaving, our greatest source of Omni-gel goes with you, but we need you to plant data-bugs in as many systems as you can. I hope you two can manage without your crew, unless you plan to head to Omega to try and meet up with them.”
“Naw. I called Paretia, but she’s wrapped up in Talon politics and she told me we’d best stay away for now.” I informed my leader...huh. Van is essentially the High-Chancellor of Rannoch. Well, I guess considering my contributions and my duties that I warrant his direct attention.
“Yeah, that was disappointing, but we could just automate whatever ship you provide.” Yola chuckled, then blinked. “Um, although, any ship from here would be Quarian. We’ll probably have to do what we did before, find a sketchy port, pawn it off, get a less conspicuous ship...which we failed to do in the end.”
“Pfft, yeah. Why did we think a frigate was low-key?” I snickered, glad that since the systems we were traveling through were less regulated, we weren’t barred from travel. A frigate with the tonnage of the White-Out is considered too much for most civilians to have possession of. “Well, no time like the present!” Even if it was still delayed, Star Swirl got us jump-started.
[3 Years Later, Year 2158]
I choked on my nutrient paste at the news article I was reading. “Hey, you okay?” A Turian passenger questioned me with a pat on my back and I waved him off.
“Gah! I’m fine, look at this!” I held up the display of my Omni-tool to show a news report that was incredibly disturbing. “The Batarian Hegemony wiped out a new civilization’s colony world!” I can’t believe this~! All of my Love Bug’s work, ruined! The description of the new alien species matches the Skaven and Cha-tuk! Now there’s going to be another major war even sooner!
“What?! Why would they do that?!” He copied the link of the news site and looked it up himself. “Holy…900 dead, 1300 wounded. They resorted to orbital bombardment because the locals were too lethal on the ground, but why? It isn’t explaining why the Hegemony attacked.”
“The Hegemony is fueled by depravity and supremacist bosh’tets. I’m not surprised. They probably saw a world with few defenses and a lot of people and thought they’d be easy pickings for their slave trade.” My sister commented as she approached the cafeteria table I was sitting at and sat next to me. ‘Are you okay, Love?’
‘No. No I’m not.’ I pulled my sister-mate into a hug as despair pulled at my synthetic heart.
“But orbital bombardment?” The Turian said in disbelief as he hissed. “Those idiots, if the Citadel doesn’t denounce and make heavy sanctions against the Hegemony for this, I’ll be shocked.”
Spoken like a born-and-raised Citadel Von with no understanding that the government he lives under is neglectful and uncaring in the grand scheme of things so long as their position of power isn’t under threat. Being a spy for 3 years tends to destroy a person’s innocence in these things.
On that note, I stood from the table I’d been eating at and led my red-suited sister to our rented little utility closet that we were allowed to stay in since the captain of this ship is a racist bosh’tet like the vast majority of this damned galaxy. I can’t wait to see the monetary losses he suffers when his ship’s systems conveniently fry themselves at the next port and he has to get it repaired.
“So it begins.” Yola said after we were in our snug little cubby, my sister sitting on the little cot we managed to wring out of the ham-fisted Volus captain and I sat on her lap, my blue-clad butt molding to her red thighs as she wrapped her arms around my waist and nuzzled her visor to my shoulder. “How long do you think it’ll be before High Chancellor Van calls us back to Rannoch?”
“No clue. We’ve been to nearly every corner of the known galaxy by now and planted bugs everywhere.” There was only one place left on available routes: The Citadel. Fucking racist fucks. No ship heading to the Citadel would let us hitch a ride or purchase passage. The former because ‘why let suit-rats stow away even if they’ll fix things’ and the latter because ‘how did you get this money? I want nothing to do with you thieves’.
“Then I guess we’ll just have to hope that Marrow wasn’t on the planet when the Hegemony decided to bombard it with railguns.” Yola morosely commented and I hiccuped at the concept, that our Love Bug was just squished like some nobody.
“*Mew!*” Oh! It’s mister Shrodinger! Aw, thanks for the nuzzles. I pet the spooky cat who was kind enough to appear at random when I had privacy and even delivered letters from Marrow and my responses to him. “*Prrr~.*” He pawed the envelope he had sticking out of his cute little tuxedo and I took it, tearing it open to quickly read and then sighed in relief.
“Marrow’s alive. He wasn’t on the planet when it was attacked, but he was on the capital ship the Empire already had enroute with their first fleet. The fact the Hegemony hasn’t reported that their ships were wiped out is clearly a cover-up to save face. Well, they’re fucked. We’d better stay out of Hegemony space for the foreseeable future Yola, it’s going to be an all-out war.” I pet Shrodinger and used my Omni-tool to burn a reply into the back of the letter. “Thank you, here’s the reply.”
“*Mew!*” He bit the paper and vanished with it. Such a good kitty.
“So, what’s the plan? Are we still going to try to reach the Citadel?” Yola questioned me and I hummed in consideration. This is happening barely a year after the Hierarchy encountered humanity and began the First Contact War or as it’s insensitively called on this end of things: The Relay 314 Incident.
Of course, I just had to get tangentially involved by sending large amounts of sensitive data to the Earth Systems Alliance that allowed them to make several strategic victories that otherwise would’ve been crushing defeats at the hands of the more advanced and physiologically gifted Turians. I had to stop however when STG spooks caught on. That wasn’t a pretty encounter, ended with me faking my death and having to repair myself after Yola extracted me.
That said, I’d effectively shortened what was supposed to be a 3-month conflict into a 1-month series of skirmishes, which helped speed up humanity’s transition to the galactic stage with all the other data I shared with them under my alias as a Suited Citizen. At least humanity isn’t so ill-equipped for the despotic and cruel politics of the greater galaxy.
Actually, they aren’t publicly allowed on the Citadel just yet… “We still have work to do Yola. After we reach Noveria, let’s drop the usual bugs, hack some crime lord’s credit account and book passage to the Citadel on a sleazy captain’s ship. I’m sure a lot of credits and getting a double-butt job from twin sisters could convince some pig to let us hitch a ride.”
[Citadel High-Council Chambers]
Sparatus, the Turian High Councillor, was pacing in rage as the reports from Armstrong Nebula came in. Keeping most of the news from spreading was becoming hard for STG if Qutien was to be believed. Not to mention the Bartrians weren’t sending any actual info on the species besides a few leaks. How were his people supposed to know what to prepare for when they’re already bogged down with the tensions with the Earth System Alliance and can’t split their attention too much lest the Humans try their luck?
“I can’t believe the Batarians would do this!” Tevos, the six century old Asari, one of the longest standing High Councillors to date said as she drank her brandy. “I just can’t understand it.”
“From what STG has gathered, these species seemed primitive on the surface and the Hegemony’s admiral thought they would be easy to take over.” Qutien, the ageing Salarian said with a shifty look. “By what we found, the ships in orbit were only three, light tonnage of 100 meters and no Eezo.”
“No Eezo? They had a ship examining a newly active Relay 40 lightyears away from their system’s edge!” The blue-skinned woman said and Sparatus idly traced her oddly Turian features with his eyes. Confound it, not now Sparatus. You can retain professionalism a little longer.
“Which is what I find interesting. Either the Batarians are lying, the ship they found is a cryosleep vessel or these newcomers found a new method of FTL.” Qutien listed off. “It doesn’t help that with the Batarian fleet wiped out by a fleet of ships, that further data is currently unobtainable.”
“Of course, those isolationist fools would try to keep their blunders as much of a secret as possible. At least when we fail we try to compensate for it instead of pretending it doesn’t happen.” Sparatus snarled, incensed that his soldiers had jumped the gun on the humans. They may have been violating Citadel law, but they were ignorant . They should’ve been made aware instead of attacking immediately! “Nothing more seems to be getting done today. Let’s call it a Cycle.”
“Indeed, I shall speak with the STG and our Spectres, see if perhaps we cannot get more information as soon as possible. Good rest to you.” Qutien promptly stood and left while Tevos knocked back the last of her brandy.
“Thank gosh . I thought he’d never leave.” Tevos huffed and used her Omni-tool to dim the lights and lock the doors. “C’mere Spara~. I know how frustrated you are~.”
“Damn it Tevos, did you have to get drunk?” Sparatus muttered, but obliged and began stripping out of his robes as the blue Turian-like alien drank in his body with a lick of her lips and click of her mandibles. “How long do you think it will take Qutien to figure out that we’re an item?”
“Hah! His predecessor didn’t know that your predecessor and I were a thing his whole tenure! Now, get on your knees~.” Tevos spread her legs and fingered her inviting birth canal. How Asari mimicked other species so perfectly he would never know, but Sparatus didn’t really care.
“You’re the only person I’d ever do that for~...” He knelt and dove his mouth to begin pleasuring his mate, who cried out in pleasure and gripped his firm scalp.
[Imperial Senate, Equus]
“We need to go to war! They’ve ruined the economic value of expansion into the Milky Way!” Yelled the Hutt God of Thieves as the meeting devolved into a screaming fit between the factions wanting peaceful negotiations or war.
“War now! War now! War now!” Chanted hundreds of senators from a similar number of Imperial systems.
“Order !” Empress Urta demanded with a pound of her high-tech gavel on her high-tech sounding board, which created a single deafening boom that silenced everyone in the massive chamber that was easily reminiscent of the Senate from Star Wars. Urta only knew this because of how much of a nerd her wife was. “I, as Goddess of War and your Empress, will decide whether or not to go to War despite what this committee decides! You are advisors, not policy makers!” She reminded them heatedly and the impassioned Senators all slumped.
“Apologies, Goddess Urta. We are merely grievously upset at these events.” Gebaissosk Dohl, the God of the Hutts, who was a patron of Thieves and Gluttons apologized earnestly. “They’ve ruined what could’ve been such a beautiful world within a matter of hours that our people have toiled on for well over a year.” He was also quite devout to Urta’s wife, Wiatr, in her Aspect of Commerce like many of his species tend to. The irony wasn’t lost on Urta that a patron god of Thieves believes so much in the importance of economy.
“What info do we have on the Offenders and their reason for the attack? Did we settle a holy world? A World they already claimed? Are they desperate for resources?” Asked Riggi Rarle, the Wookie God of Explorers and Nature. His voice was automatically translated via babeldroid so people who can’t understand Wookie could hear him.
“From the information provided by Cocoa’s Master Infiltrators, no. The aggressors were obviously the Batarian Hegemony, a government obsessed with racial superiority and enslaving all other races. The only reason I have not already declared war, my good citizens, is that I cannot do so in good conscience without knowing how the Empire stands.” Urta announced from her throne, which rotated so she couldn’t be considered biased in favor of any one group.
“Na-Na Sirs, can't believe this Podo! They wish to use long dead practices in the age of star! Podo, Podo!” The Gungan Goddess and matron of the Sea and Wind spoke out as she tried holding her anger back while the water in her specially made seat boiled. While Gungans didn’t need water all the time, Na-Na prefered to be near her element.
“If they are such degenerates, they deserve reprisal! Consider us having already decided.” Celestia, Goddess of Equus’ star and the current leader of the core world of the Empire declared firmly with rage in her voice and her mane flaring like plasma.
“They have acted against some of our oldest laws!” Cawed Velka, the crow-anthro Goddess of Justice and mother of hippogriffs declared from her seat next to Empress Urta, since her sphere encompassed all that could be considered Just and Fair. “Urta, I do not usually suggest war, but these heathens, these barbarians , they need to be brought to heel.”
“My Advisor of Law has stated her bias for going to war. I am of the same mind. Is there any vocal objection?” Urta had her podium spin around a bit faster to see if anyone was willing to consider voicing opposition.
“Can we not find a peaceful solution?” Twilight Sparkle, Goddess of Friendship and Magic and Urta’s Advisor of Diplomacy mewled sadly, the towering 20-foot tall goddess barely fit on the platform with the current Empress and Velka. She could be of average size, but these meetings required the presiding persons be in their truest form possible. “Perhaps if we sent an envoy…?”
“Twilight. You know that won’t work. Out of everyone here, you know .” Urta sadly replied and Twilight slumped with a sigh of resignation. “Very well, to war!”
“To war!” The senate cried out in unison.
However, there was one who sat and watched without uttering a single word. The Director of the Office of Naval Intelligence relayed the situation with a single twitch of her wrist on the decision to a group that had distanced themselves from the politics of the Empire if not the affections of their wedded ones.
After all, ONI must act for the safety of the Empire, regardless of the feelings of those in power. Or with power that is to say. Certainly their ancient enemy would take this new move into another galaxy as their chance and the sooner things are in motion, the less likely the Empire will be to suffer.
Ch.27
[6 months later, Year 2158]
Ensign Gey Ghaksowen sat at the sensor station of the Supremacy of Sodmerr , watching for pirates in the Nubian Expanse. Most governments would be worried about that, but to his people it meant more trade and slaves would be able to move through the region without illegal pirates attacking ships they shouldn’t.
Gey’s idle thoughts ceased and he blinked his four eyes when he spotted sixteen ships suddenly pop up on radar from the opposite direction of the Relay. He immediately began further scans and gagged when he saw their estimated tonnage.
“700m, 900m and 1500m? Those are not standard trade weights.” Gey muttered before shifting to Eezo readings and got nothing, which baffled him since no ship larger than a freighter could possibly run without Eezo.
“Ensign Ghaksowen, what is it? Is there a problem?” Admiral Bechia Gegcokk questioned from her seat of command.
“Sixteen ships ranging from corvette to dreadnought just came into the system at extreme range! I barely picked them up with one of the Sensor Sats we have playing watchdog! They don’t have Eezo!” Gey reported dutifully, yet could not withhold the disbelief in his tone.
“Primitives?” Admiral Gegcokk questioned curiously with her two sets of brows furrowing.
“I don’t know ma’am. They're moving in a pre-battle scouting formation, though that’s changing since they’re now making a beeline for us!” Gey reported nervously. Those tonnages weren’t impossible, if unusual, but the small patrol fleet the Supremacy of Sodmerr only had this ship as the lone dreadnought with four accompanying light cruisers. They were outnumbered 3-to-1, primitives or not, those odds are lethal.
“Get me a visual!” Gegcokk ordered and Gey did as he was ordered, displaying the ships in orange holograms in the center of the bridge. The ships were absolutely alien . None of the designs matched anything he’d ever seen, not even those curved and angular hulls of those upstart humans matched. What really stood out the most were the five triangular wedges that made the Batarian style look puny in comparison, in formation around an even bigger wedge that had the center of the sides indented before flaring back out.
That last one must be 1500m, only a few meters longer than the Supremacy of Sodmerr , yet it was easily twice as thick by deck, bristled with just as numerous guns such extra decks could accommodate, yet clearly had the bridge on that lone vertical tower that looked like a blade cutting through the vacuum of space like a dorsal fin.
“What in the name of...? Hail them!” Admiral Gegcokk ordered the Communications officer, only for a volley of glowing blue lights to rapidly travel the distance and turn the ship to their port into an exploding ball of violently decompressing horror.
“The Brapgoral just went up in a blaze! Some kind of plasma from those ships!” One of Gey’s fellow sensor watchers whimpered while the comms officer desperately tried to hail the attacking ships since there was no hope of surviving against such odds.
“Warn the Hegemony! Now!” The Admiral ordered her Comms unit as one of the dreadnoughts flew right on top of them.
“They’ve already killed our escorts, but at least we took out a few of those more boxy ships, but none of them were the dreadnoughts!” Gey called out through clenched teeth. “It looks like the ship overhead is extending breaching tubes!”
“I want all soldiers at the air locks! Stop those boarders!” Just then, the ship shook, groaning as if something had it in a vice-like grip. “What’s happening?!” Admiral Gegcokk demanded, her tone still full of steel despite the hopeless situation.
“We’re being pulled towards the dreadnought overhead!” Gey yelled as the pilot tried his best to pull the ship away from the impressively powerful tractor beam.
“It’s no use! Get the damn troops ready for battle! We need to repel the invaders!” The Admiral ordered with a growl.
“Boarding tubes, inbound!” Gey called out over the ship’s comms in the hopes that someone would be able to potentially reverse-board the other ship.
“Damnit, who are these kriffs? Are we getting any reinforcements?” Gegcokk demanded of the comms officer.
“I can’t get a signal out! They’re jamming us!” The Comms officer replied before they heard several metallic clicks attaching themselves to the ship.
“They’ve latched onto the air locks! Prepare for a breach!” Gey called out frantically, terrified since he was unable to do anything other than watch this whole nightmare unfold.
“Wait! I...I’m getting something…” The Comms officer said as he tried to make sense of it. “What...is that sound ?”
“Get that garbage off our comms!” Snarled Admiral Gegcokk as she along with many of the crew covered their ears at the assault on their sensitive ears.
“I can’t! They’ve hacked into our Comm system!” The Comms officer panicked as he tried to shut off the system because the noise grated on everyone.
“They’re hacking into all our systems!” Slowly the bridge devolved into chaos as they lost control of their ship with the Admiral seething in contempt.
“Can someone explain to me why I’m losing control of my ship ?!” She screamed in anger, her weapon in hand.
“It’s AI heuristics! The VIs can’t keep up!” Gey shouted in horror, realizing the warning signs he was trained in. This wasn’t an organic hacker, this wasn’t some skilled tech genius, this was an AI! These invaders are using AI! “Admiral! They…” Gey wavered, his senses dulling as a very sweet scent filled the bridge. He watched his crewmates collapse, his Admiral too. Gey grit his teeth and stayed awake long enough to see fully Enviro-Suited troops casually enter the bridge.
[Year 2159]
“What is the Hegemony fighting? This threat has taken out several random border patrols. I would write it off if not for the fact the most recent one was of the 341st Exploration Defense Fleet, which counted Admiral Bechia Gegcokk aboard a dreadnought.” Qutien said as he poured over STG data on his Omni-tool in the Citadel Council’s secure meeting chamber.
“I don’t like the Batarians, but whatever it is, it's slow moving and doesn’t use Relays.” Sparatus mused as he looked over a strategic map of the attacks compared to the Hegemony territory. “They’re all near the Hades Nexus. Their base of operations must be there.” At least they can order patrols to be extra vigilant and ready to retreat if encountering alien ships coming from that direction.
“What about the missing Dreadnought?” Tevos asked with worry. “The Supremacy of Sodmerr had a capital-class railgun cannon capable of sniping ships from great distances.” Such weaponry was heavily restricted in Citadel space for good reason, even the lightest model on a frigate would be enough to concern people. The one on the Sodmerr could destabilize the orbit of a small planetoid.
“No trace, the STG can’t find it. The fleet it was with are now slagged derelicts left to drift and there is some debris from unknown ships, but nothing more. The ships that had attacked them are gone, including the ones felled in battle.” Qutien groaned and rubbed his brow. “I need to retire.”
“You’re only just past middle-age Qutien. You knew this job was stressful when you took it.” Sparatus replied and sighed as he too wished for simpler times. Being an admiral in the navy may have just as many duties, but at least you can shout at people for being idiots instead of having to bite your tongue all the time.
“Yes, but I didn’t think we’d be listening to the Batarian Ambassador on a daily basis.” Qutien said with a leer at his Turian compatriot. “He’s blaming your people and his people are threatening to leave if we don’t ‘stop our attempts at ‘suppressing his people’. I’m doing everything I can to placate him because we still need them to slow the humans down and keep the Terminus from becoming too much of a threat!”
“We know that and with how angry the Humans are, it's still hard to keep them from declaring independence. We can’t let that happen because if they do, they’ll be easy prey for the Hegemony once this new player is taken out by them.” Tevos groaned as she poured herself a glass of water, which Sparatus knew his clandestine mate wished was alcohol. “How is Saren Arterius’ training as a Spectre going?” Ah, yes, a topic Sparatus could appreciate.
“Good so far. He’s showing great promise, even with his injuries from the Relay 314 Incident slowing him down. He’s already taken down a crime boss under the tutelage of Vista. Even if the Asari has questionable contacts for a Spectre, she knows her job well and is passing that down to the former Black Watch operative.” Sparatus announced to his fellow Councilors with a hint of pride. He may not have been the lad’s direct superior, but the praise from Saren’s superior was glowing and his record was spotless.
“I still say that boy’s paranoia towards humans will come back to bite you both in the ass.” Qutien snarled as he shifted to a new report. “Plasma?”
“Hm?” Tevos asked at the non-sequitur as she produced a small flask of liquor and spiked her water. Sparatus withheld his humor at the inappropriate act. He’d be railing at almost anyone else for such a thing, but Tevos was special. She seemed to operate in an oddly enhanced manner when at least mildly intoxicated.
“The damage to the ships of the 341st Exploration Defense Fleet is consistent with plasma damage. That can’t be right, since it would take an extreme amount of power to control such a matter in a weapon and direct it. The magnetic mechanism alone would take a dreadnought main Drive Core simply to fire one shot every several minutes, yet the damage is telling us that this new threat is using not only directed plasma weaponry, but in vast quantities.” Qutien said with great concern. “We have yet to fully replicate Quarian pulse weaponry which works similarly, but with less volatile inert particles.”
“I can confirm that such weaponry is not impossible, but we never had the power to do so on Eezo Drive Cores. Our test models can only use city-scale reactors to power them consistently, but these newcomers don’t even use Eezo. Even if their ships are slow, they are powerful then.” Sparatus commented with his own concern. Those test model prototype plasma cannons on Digeris were powerful enough to not only imitate the impact force of a railgun, but imparted further explosive force as well as slagging most materials.
“I don’t like this. The attacks are spread in the direction of the Hegemony’s core systems.” Tevos observed astutely, something Sparatus had failed to notice right away, reminding him why Tevos shouldn’t be withheld from alcohol. “Could this be connected to the world they attacked?” Sparatus’s mind filled with understanding. It was the most logical conclusion. Coincidences rarely are just that.
“It might be, but it’s so damaged that we couldn’t find anything on the species that lived there besides a massive statue with a bell. We have no information on that incident to make informed judgements. The Hegemony is still not talking about it.” Sparatus told her with a grumble. The images of the statue were deliberately hazy, since the data was censored even within the Hegemony’s databases and the STG can only pull what is there.
“Are they really that stubborn that they would choose death over telling the truth?” Qutien inquired with exhausted disgust at the oafish stupidity that most could agree the majority of Batarians suffered as a species.
“We’ve sanctioned them repeatedly ever since we found out about their slaving practices continuing even within Citadel space. It’s been thousands of years with those sanctions and they still haven’t given it up.” Tevos grumbled in irritation as she sipped her ‘water’. As an Asari, she understood the value of having servants, but there was a key difference to legal, fair and well-treated indentured servants to illegal, cruel and abused slaves. Sparatus didn’t think it was much better, but at least most indentured servants enter it themselves since they get room, board and food on top of a paycheck even if it is meagre. Also, it isn’t life-long in most cases.
“I’m willing to bet it was exactly that crude practice of theirs that got them in trouble, but without any further evidence we’re in the dark.” Qutien said with a shake of his head.
“Not like we can do anything. If it was becuase of slavery they’d just pull out their, ‘its part of our culture’ card and cite article XXXXIZ section XXII and how we can’t supress a civilization’s culutural idenity. I wish counselor Geliyhin T'dolyt had not drafted that bill just before the Batarians were found. Sure, it stopped the Asari of the time from overtaking Salarian culture, but it’s been a pain in our ass for centuries!” Tevos bemoaned her predecessor’s well-meaning and strongly-supported bill. If only there wasn’t a clause in it stating that it cannot be revoked save under the most strenuous circumstances.
“That may be true, but these newcomers do not seem to care. Besides, they are not a part of the Citadel, meaning the Batarians have little to no sway. They are on their own with this new front.” Qutien raised a good point, but Sparatus interjected.
“You’re forgetting the Defensive Pacts all three of our cultures signed with the client races. While the Batarians are no longer a client race to the Asari, my people and yours Qutien still have a Defensive Pact with them, which will still drag your people along with us Tevos. If the Batarians go to war, then we’ll still have to join their side.” Sparatus explained as he stopped pacing and sat down, of course next to Tevos, who reached her hand over and ran her fingers along his thigh while Qutien was peering at his Omni-tool intently again.
“I could convince the republicans to denounce the Pact.” Tevos suggested while her hand drifted to his groin and Sparatus looked into her eyes, seeing the hunger the Turian-like blue woman always held within her.
“That would only make the Hegemony feel like we’re isolating them. Right now we have no real target or declaration of war, so the pacts don’t have to be followed. Right now we’re on a knife’s edge due to the Humans. We need better ties with them before we can do anything drastic to the Batarians.” Sparatus replied as he slid a hand over to her own thigh and her mandibles clicked eagerly when his claw reached for her groin.
“Yes. If we can possibly calm them down, we could suggest they help the Batarians in exchange for a proper embassy and other trade deals.” Tevos said as she leaned in, Sparatus subconsciously mimicking-.
“That wouldn’t work. Humans, from what STG has brought up, are very much against slavery in any form, including Asari indentured servitude. Also, if STG projections on where the Humans are planning on colonizing in the next ten years is anything, then the Hegemony and the System Alliance will come to blows in proxy wars.” Qutien said and the two lovers quickly realized they were a bit too close and backed away, yet left their hands lingering before their oblivious colleague noticed they had nearly kissed. “We can’t do anything at the moment and our only power move may make the Hegemony leave and we’d lose a buffer to the Terminus.”
“We should guide the Humans towards that role, then let the Hegemony stew in whatever mess they got in until this newcomer makes themselves known. We should try and broker peace then and convince them to join the Citadel.” Tevos said, following the same logic she had for her past 300 years as a counselor.
“Or we could send a representative to these newcomers, speak with them and find out what the Batarians have done to anger them so?” Qutien proposed and Tevos chuckled.
“Well, that is similar to what I said.” Tevos commented in amusement while Sparatus was trying to remain calm. Her fingers had found his genital slit and she was probing deeper...
“No. You just want to wait it out and see what the outcome will become. What I’m proposing is moving forward and discovering the truth. Maybe then we can settle the matter quickly rather than later.” Qutien retorted, his species’ impatience showing once more, reminding Sparatus why this council always had one from each race rather than unbalanced counts, since their own innate qualities helped offset and bolster one another.
“I’d say we try Qutien’s action and if that fails, fall back to Tevos’ suggestion. We don’t all have centuries, Tevos.” Sparatus declared and Tevos paused in providing him pleasure, a forlorn look filling her eyes as she looked him in his. She was only middle-age for an Asari, him too for a Turian, but she would still outlive him for centuries yet.
“Splendid, I will order the STG to get more proactive in seeking out this new civilization.” Qutien announced and stood. “I will also put forward suggestions for a Spectre to send. Let me know who you decide on.” Qutien did so on his Omni-tool and left to administer the STG.
“Hm, finally. So Spara, who should we send?” Tevos questioned as she got up and sat on the table in front of him, her legs spread wide and her pants already having their crotch seam wide open for him to have access to her nethers.
“I’ll think about it after I ravish you.” Spara grabbed her thighs and leaned down, causing Tevos to moan as he began to feast on her nectar-drooling flower.
[Year 2160]
The Citadel isn’t all it’s cracked-up to be. It’s just like any other large space station Yola and I have been to the past years. Sure, it was big, it was architecturally unique, it was also full to the brim with C-Sec and various other government’s military police. It was a rough place for a Quarian to get by with soldiers and guards constantly demanding our time for ‘inspections’ which were really just shake-downs.
Too bad for them Yola and I figured out how to section our credit accounts, so they only ever got chump change from us while our various hacking programs stole vast amounts of money from assholes and crime syndicates the galaxy over. Hopefully the pony’s god of Commerce doesn’t get huffy with us for so much thievery.
“What do you think is going on? The Batarians all over the station are tense.” A Turian who was sitting at our table asked us. We were in a Dextro restaurant, mostly after we learned Quarians were so allergic to Levo there was a standing order for Levo restaurants to not serve them, even if the Quarian insists they’ve built up a tolerance. Turians might be able to eat Levo with little issue besides gas, but the weak immune systems of Quarians meant that they would have to spend weeks eating small amounts to adjust.
Which sucks for Yola and I, because Levo food is delicious. “Probably some other glorious fuck-up by the Hegemony raising tensions with the Citadel again.” I casually commented while Yola sucked on the purified tube of Turian food at her helmet’s mouth port.
“Yeah, probably right.” The stranger sighed while I leaned my visor-shielded cheek on my left hand and looked out the window at the Citadel streets. I’ve been here for well over a year now, occasionally leaving and coming back with an official travel Visa I applied for and legally obtained regardless of authorities insisting I must’ve faked it somehow.
I miss Rannoch. I miss my children. I’ve only been able to visit twice in as many years and they’ve grown up so fast. They already function as adults with adult bodies after such a short time, yet they all fawn over me the instant I’m around, wanting my attention like needy kids. “Sis, Home is where you make it.” Yola digitally commented and I sighed.
“Miss the Migrant Fleet?” Our Turian table guest questioned curiously as he took another sip of dextro-variant caff and looked up from the news feed on his Omni-tool.
“No. We weren’t born on the fleet. Our parents were Exiles. We lived on Ekuna Station for the longest time, but decided to travel the galaxy. We’ve ended up here and I’m getting tired of this place and it’s too-clean structures, too-strict policies and still-corrupt police shaking us down despite that this place is hailed as the safest place in the galaxy.” I replied irritably, letting out some of the cover story Yola and I fabricated for us to coordinate and weave into our daily lives.
“Then why do you stay? I’m sure the port authorities wouldn’t stop a Quarian from leaving like they would try to stop one of your people from entering.” The Turian male questioned casually and Yola pointed at him.
“Look, buster. Are you going to let us be informants for the Shadow Broker or not?” Yola quietly demanded since this corner booth was far away from any listeners and there were no devices recording or transmitting audio nearby. I would know, I checked and disabled any that might, including our guest’s Omni-tool. Surely he must’ve noticed he is only viewing saved snapshots.
“Only if you’re willing to answer my initial question, because you would have to know to be worth the risk.” Our tentative contact with the Shadow Broker replied mildly as he took another drink.
“The Hegemony has fucked up by destroying the frontier colony of a powerful new civilization with advanced technology that diverges greatly from what the rest of the galaxy has at large. They don’t have Eezo-powered ships or FTL, yet get around with speeds that defy pre-FTL capabilities. They have powerful plasma weaponry that makes our pulse guns look like slingshots. They’re tearing into the heart of the Hegemony and they’re panicking.” I easily replied and flicked a thumb drive to him. “There’s a taste.”
“You understand I need to have this verified before I get back to you?” Our potential contact said and we nodded. “Very well, we’ll be in touch.” He finished his caff and left us be. Hopefully this will help grease the wheels. Yola and I can only do so much working around the Shadow Broker. Hopefully with this shoe in the door we’ll be able to do more than whisper and hope.
Ch.28
[Year 2162]
“Empress Urta, news from the front.” Urta opened her eyes and glared at the unfortunate secretary sent in to weather her imperious gaze as she pet her wife’s head while she sucked her cock under the desk. That said, the handsome unicorn didn’t flinch and merely left the documents on her mahogany desk made from the trees of Melkior VII and politely left.
“Mm~?” Urta’s wife moaned around her massive penis as the hermaphrodite Argent Slime vixen picked up the report and skimmed it over. “Does Cocoa need to leave?” Asked Cocoa, Urta’s chocolate lab diamond dog cerberus slime wife from her left head while her center head was deepthroating the woman’s 20-inch long horsecock and the right head continued to worship the goddess’s basketball-sized nuts with her hands and mouth.
“No need to interrupt your fun Cocoa, it’s just another update on Hyperspace lane mapping, enemy patrols destroyed and captured, casualty statistics, the usual.” Urta casually said with an ache in her heart. As Goddess of Fertility, War and Power, she loves life, yet understands that violence is part of it in some unavoidable ways. This current war is just another in a long string of the cycle of violence that doesn’t seem to have an end.
“Cocoa cannot have fun when wife is unhappy.” Cocoa sternly declared before she crawled up from under the desk, her slime body simply morphing around Urta’s phallus until she was literally saddled on that bulgy beast that firmly held her up with the end of it pressing against the dark wooden desk and she was kissing the goddess tenderly with their matching-sized basketball breasts squishing together. “This war no fun for wife. Past wars have passion, this war does not.”
“It’s not a War of Justice by this point. We’ve already drawn enough blood. Now it’s about conquest and subjugation, even if the people we’re warring with are dumbfucks who deserve it. Even though they’re literally Space Nazis, I just can’t get a rage-boner going.” Urta mewled as she groped Cocoa’s butt. This sort of War would be in their other husbands/wives wheelhouse, but they were busy fighting Hell, who sprung up again recently according to ONI.
“Cocoa not sure, wife Urta’s pole is firm enough to support her.” Cocoa playfully teased and leaned back, literally laying against Urta’s nearly 2-foot long cock and her desk to grab a report, which caused the cerberus slime to pause. “Wife, have spooks been slacking again?”
“Um, no? They’ve been doing good work as usual. Not everyone is the Goddess of Spies and Secrets.” Urta snorted in amusement at her divine wife’s nitpicking over a mortal’s failings. Cocoa may have taken centuries to ascend to divinity, but she wore the mantle well.
“Other galactic faction cute little Marrow Willow gave data on is trying to make contact. STG agent Worlarf Vonisa captured, humanely interrogated, now being withheld for Cocoa to process. Why nobody tell Cocoa yet?” Cocoa demanded from her wife, who sheepishly grinned. “Cocoa not suck cock if not willing to bother her to do job!”
“Sorry! I just, you’re micromanaging so much, I don’t want to bother you with everything.” Urta mewled as her bootylicious and motherly wife huffed.
“Cocoa’s job is to micromanage. Apologize, kiss Cocoa’s paws.” Cocoa lifted up her left paw to Urta’s snout and wiggled her toes.
“Yes, my Goddess of deceit.” Urta purred and began licking her slime wife’s paws, enjoying how Cocoa groaned and quivered on her cock.
“Good, now suck toes.” Cocoa cooed and used one hand to push up a breast for the head on that side to self-suck her nipple while her other hand dove into her quim.
“Yes, my Goddess.” Urta panted and complied as her formerly pure diamond dog wife drove her crazy, like all of her beloveds do.
[Year 2163]
“What do you mean we lost another planet?!” The Hegemon yelled at his Generals. “We lost most of our outer colonies by now! What of the Citadel peacekeepers, where are they?!”
“They’ve been sending diplomats to the front, trying to talk to these upstarts.” An arrogant general of the Hegemony’s Grand Army explained.
“Fools! We are losing our outer mining worlds and ships, we can’t build more ships fast enough to replace them.” An Admiral snarled. “I’ve already contracted Pirate bands to take several worlds in the Skyllian Verge and to hold them for us to colonize, but that will take two years of preparation.”
“Humans are already colonizing that space, even though we have claims. Are you sure Pirates are up to the task to keep the Humans out so we can get those resources?” Another Admiral asked with a roll of his eyes. “They stonewalled the Turians.”
“That was a reactionary force. Besides, we can make the area too pirate-ridden like the Terminus and the Council will let us do what we want with it.”
“Let's hope that works.” The Hegemon sighed as he looked over the tactical map that displayed his ailing empire’s losses.
[2165]
“We finally got the humans to calm down. They've been a decent influence on the populace and so much of the ingenious tech they’ve brought with them is making an impact. They might be on a fast track to a council seat with them already getting an embassy.” Tevos commented as she looked at the report of the ceremony with satisfaction in her tone and expression. Sparatus loved seeing her so content, but he couldn’t just let her get her hopes up.
“They’re still an upstart race Tevos. They have potential, but we can’t pick favorites.” Sparatus told her cautiously before looking at Qutien’s replacement on the council. “What do you think Councilor Valern?” Bensin Valern was always intended to be Qutien’s replacement, he just got promoted a couple of years early due to Qutien resigning from all the stress dealing with the mysterious upstarts gave him.
“Yes, Humans have great potential, but they are brash and the tension with the Turians is still there.” Valern said as he used both of his Omni-tool gauntlets at the same time to go over reports and data at twice the speed old Qutien could’ve gone. “Still, although operational security is important, I must wonder why my predecessor felt it necessary to keep you two in the dark regarding these new aliens.”
“Information that we’re hoping you’ll be willing to share, considering the Spectre we sent hasn’t returned.” Tevos said on Sparatus’ behalf, which he didn’t mind. He was easily just as curious if not more so than Tevos considering the blatant military capability that these aliens ramming a dreadnought up the Hegemony’s collective asses possessed.
“Certainly. I’ve weighed the data and consider this important to be shared, yet not too sensitive if it gets out. The group is a government known as the Galactic Representative Empire. It’s a representative oligarchy with a rotating roster of leaders from the royal houses. They’ve avoided many of the issues of corruption such a system has due to the Emperor or Empress getting sick of the role and resigning for a replacement.” Valern informed his senior councilors who balked at the idea of such an outdated government managing to achieve space travel.
“That is...interesting. Is there more?” Sparatus did enjoy his history and Turians weren’t always a meritocratic hierarchy. For a long time, they were a series of massive kingdoms ruled under all-powerful kings and queens until one king toppled them all and abolished the system for what they had now.
“Yes. They were the ones who settled that colony the Hegemony decimated and now are waging a war of conquest on them. My STG agent and Spectre Jondum Bau are being held on their capital ship not as prisoners exactly, but all the same they cannot leave, only send us approved data. STG’s analysts have confirmed the audio and video they’ve sent is unaltered.” Valern then closed his eyes and took a calming breath. “It is not exactly important they be viewed, but to sum things up, the Empire, while lacking Eezo and the tech it unlocks, have gone their own way technologically. They have a variant of FTL that is much more dangerous yet less restricted.”
“Hm, so they are able to move with reasonable speed. Forward the details to our Omni-tools.” Tevos said as her hand again drifted to Sparatus’ thigh under the table.
“Please refrain from such behavior while I’m around.” Valern leered disapprovingly at his fellow councilors and both Tevos and Sparatus froze. “Qutien and his own predecessor may have been oblivious to such things, but I am not. Especially with what we’ve learned about the Empire. I’ll forward the information to you, including the...videos. I’ll leave you two be.”
“Y-you’re not going to report us?” Sparatus questioned in surprise. He always figured Tevos and he would be canned for their fraternizing when it was found out. It was just so fun to do it and not get caught that he didn’t mind the eventuality.
“You both do your duties and don’t let your relationship interfere with your decisions. I see no reason to disrupt your parity. Now then, I’m leaving. I need to see to it that STG doesn’t keep sending operatives. I don’t care how interesting the Empire is.” Valern grumbled and left the private council chamber.
“...Well then Laiel, I guess it’s time we got to the fun part of the day!” Messana Tevos declared cheerfully, clearly glad to have the Pyjak out of the bag.
“I don’t know, I’m curious about the videos that-.” Laiel Sparatus opened the file and gawked at the sight of Spectre Jondum Bau vigorously mating with an incredibly buxom reptilian alien that looked like a Krogan went through extreme gene therapy and surgery to look as similar to their pagan Goddess as possible.
“...Is he…?” Messana questioned as she gawked at the video from next to her lover.
“With that alien? I mean, it’s anatomically possible maybe, but…” Laiel never considered Batarians or Quarians all that physically attractive aside from their rears, but the way the winged woman’s massive bosom bounced with each of Bau’s rapid thrusts was hypnotizing.
“...We’re going to my quarters and watching these!” Messana Tevos declared as she hoisted her mate to his feet and they rushed to the lift to her private quarters. “Also call Flugg, I want my old Vorcha lover there.”
“But he gets too rough!”
[Year 2170]
“The Batarians sent those Pirates!” Yelled the Human Ambassador, a rather fierce pale-skinned blond woman by the name Anita Goyle as she pointed at the accused party off to her right in the High Council’s public address chamber. “We have proof ! Verified by the STG even!”
“What!” Huffed the Batarian Ambassador, an oafish woman named Bazis Broc'galak that Laiel despised. “We have no association with Pirates! We’ve been colonizing those worlds on the Skyllian Verge because we are losing so much to this unknown group! We’ve been pushing Pirates out!”
“Then explain it away as the Council reviews the audio!” Anita snarled as Valern dutifully received the file, scanned it, then opened it.
“-Ensure the pirates understand that for each slave they capture, they’ll receive three times the slave’s value in credits. Four times the value if they can wipe out the local colonists after capturing a good haul.”
“That’s...that’s The Hegemon’s voice! Explain yourself!” Messara ordered the ambassador, who gaped like a fish from where she was leaning on her podium. “You’re either incompetant, ignorant or complicit! Arrest her! Arrest all Batarian officials on the Citadel!”
“Belay that! Tevos, calm yourself.” Laiel urged his lover, surprised to see his often level-headed mate fly off the handle like that. Then again, she has favored the Humans these past several years. They prove time and again to be an asset for such a newly integrated race. “Now. You have a single cycle to clear out your embassy, get on a ship and get out of our systems before we declare open war on the Hegemony for blatantly violating our treaties. Get out!”
“Councillors, I swear I had nothing to do with this! There are many Batarians who don’t follow the laws of the Hegemony, many of them being the very pirates we force to do those raids.” Bazis pleaded desperately as she clutched her podium. “I’m only doing my job the best I can for my race while the government I serve wallows in hedonistic pleasures as they always have!”
“You proclaim ignorance? If you truly feel that you are not guilty, feel free to remain and undergo an investigation. The STG will ensure if you are either innocent or a war criminal like the rest of your government.” Valern declared since he was already submitting orders to the local STG contingent that works with C-Sec behind the scenes.
“As you wish.” Bazis said bowing to the Council. “I do have a suggestion though. Many Batarians outside the Military and Government are slaves in all but name, I would feel better if they were emancipated and allowed to form their own independence from the corrupt Hegemony!”
“That is a rather bold idea, we’ll see how things play out. If you submit to our authority and follow C-Sec to a holding cell, we can move forward.” Messara stated, having calmed down from her impassioned fury. “Ambassador Goyle, please remain.”
After Bazis was escorted away and the chamber sealed with them left alone, Messara sighed while Laiel huffed. “Ambassador. Where did you get that audio file?” Valern demanded in a curious tone. “None of the STG have been able to penetrate into Hegemony territory and Humanity has not expanded far. What is your source?”
“If you’d believe it, an anonymous tip was sent via mail. Gave the time, date, location, the recorded subject. This was just after the Batarians attacked Mordor, kidnapping as many people as they could and bombing the rest.” Anita Goyle replied with a sigh of her own. “I really wish I knew more about the source, I would shake their hand.”
[Year 2173]
“Pleasure doing business.” Silio Indnus, my contact with the Shadow Broker for the past 13 years said with his usual charm and a tilt of his head. One time. You give a guy a handjob one time and he assumes you’re into him.
“Yeah, yeah. Just remember the next one is paid up front.” I huffed in annoyance. He wasn’t my type, he was just so stupidly egotistic and I only did that because I was bored and he was actually moping from getting rejected by a pretty human woman.
“I know your deal with the Broker, just keep providing such juicy info and we’ll keep doing business.” Silio said as he leaned closer to me and I leaned back. “Although, I wouldn’t mind if you took some immuno-boosters and-.”
“Just get out of here before someone bothers to wonder why such a dapper Turian is down in the Warrens.” Yola growled at the male getting into my personal space and he held up his clawed hands with a devious smirk.
“Alright already.” Silio chuckled as he walked away with a claw on his holstered weapon. The Warrens were dangerous after all and he did not fit in with the usual folks around here.
“What do you think, Yola?” I asked my sister-mate after I properly entered our home. “Haven’t we done enough? Can’t we just go home ?”
“Nora, keelah. It isn’t going anywhere. Our hundreds of children aren’t going anywhere. The Geth aren’t going anywhere. It isn’t like we have a limited lifespan.” Yola told me in exasperation and I paced in our hovel in agitation.
“All attempts to peacefully contact the Migrant Fleet have been ignored despite overtures. I’m just shocked they haven’t mentioned the messages to anyone.” I growled in frustration, furious that so little has been accomplished after all these years. I’ve been slipping information to the right people at the right time to get favorable outcomes. I’ve been spying, reporting, avoiding attachments to people because I don’t know who I can trust. I’m so sick of it! I want to go home!
“I believe the Creators were likely shocked when they received transmissions claiming to be from the Geth. They must be gearing up to try and invade Rannoch or some other foolish plot that will just result in pointless death.” Yola sighed and plopped her butt onto our shared bed.
“Of course the Migrant Fleet has to be one of the most secure things in the galaxy.” I grumbled discontentedly. I’d considered trying to visit the fleet under the guise of the child of an Exile who wishes to see what home could have been like, get in touch with my roots. However, it carried too much risk of me becoming adopted, discovered, dissected.
“That’s what happens when you’re a constantly mobile military might.” Yola commented on this topic that I’d battered my face against time and time again. “Look, Nora. Please. I know it’s hard, but we have our duties here. We need to keep feeding the homeworld data and the STG keep finding the data-bugs we put on the Citadel, so we can’t just leave.”
“Okay, okay. Have you heard from the others?” I asked as I straddled her lap and cupped her breasts through the suit.
“P-Paretia is still the leader of the Talons, Krarek is still her lieutenant. Mordin sent his usual correspondence vid to keep us updated on your patents and his work-keelah Nora…” Yola panted as I pushed her onto the bed and ground my groin against her lower abdomen.
“What?” I purred as I unzipped her suit, letting her pale lavender breasts free as I worked the zipper of her dark red Enviro-Suit down to her groin, where her genital slit was already flushed and her succulent snatch was drooling against her suit.
“You know we can’t risk it…” Yola mewled as I fingered her genital slit and she gasped as her massive Quarian dong began to extend from her abdomen, the veiny thick dick just as delicious as always.
“I’m tired of being abstinent. One more trip home won’t ruin anything. One big batch of babies won’t ruin anything~.” I growled hungrily as I unzipped my own dark blue suit and began grinding my drenched cunt against her cock.
“Hm, we might lose so much data.” Yalo groaned as I leaned forward and rubbed visors with my sister-mate and pressed her glans into my hungry quim.
“Fuck the data and fuck me .” I growled and speared myself on my sister’s pulsing penis.
Ch.29
[Year 2176]
“Lieutenant! The Four-Eyes are fleeing!” Corporal Sung cheered and Lieutenant Shepard breathed a sigh of relief as she ceased firing at the routed Batarian pirates from behind her cover of the engine block of an overturned truck.
“Hold! We are not giving pursuit! We need to reconnect with the regiment and prepare for a future engagement!” Lieutenant Shepard shouted to ensure her battalion knew better than to give chase and potentially fall into an ambush of enemy reinforcements.
“But ma’am! The civilians!” Another soldier that Shephard couldn’t remember with the adrenaline high at the moment was brought up and the mocha-skinned young woman from the streets of Earth grit her teeth and clenched her almond-shaped eyes at her impotence. She was stationed here. Those abducted civilians are on her head.
“We’re not abandoning them. We’re going to bring them home, just not right now.” Shepard replied as she checked her gear before looking to Elysium’s northwest. “Speaking of which, the cavalry's here!” Shepard grinned as the sight of the incoming fighters flying with all speed towards the pirate ships filled her with relief.
Thank goodness for whoever that anonymous tipster was. If they hadn’t delivered a warning to her, then her regiment could’ve been overrun when the pirates landed so fast it was almost like they did an orbital drop with their ships. She didn’t much care who they were, they clearly had good intentions if saving lives and stopping pirates was their goal.
“Form up! Captain Anderson is on his way and none of you should look anything less than exemplary!” Shepard shouted as she straightened up her hardsuit and brushed as much filth as she could from herself. The blood would stay of course, a soldier can’t help it if her actions in the name of duty get her suit stained.
True to expectation, Shepard stood at attention as a sleek gunmetal shuttle dove towards them and landed hastily yet professionally. The ramp on the side lowered and Captain Anderson, a very handsome and reputable soldier emerged and looked over Shepard and her battalion of four squads with his keen eyes that made her internally squirm. “Lieutenant, I’m glad to see most of you survived.” Anderson’s words stung, not because of the praise, but because it reminded her of the seven men and women under her command that wouldn’t be going home.
“Thank you, sir.” Shepard replied, looking forward at the middle-distance at attention while her soldiers did the same behind her.
“At Ease. When you preemptively sent that distress call, I as well as several other local brass members were a bit leery until you mentioned that anonymous tip. The attached name was Suited Citizen right?” At Anderson’s question, Shepard nodded. “Good. All info provided by Suited Citizen has proven to be reliable, you did the right thing.”
“Thank you sir. Permission to speak freely?” Shepard requested of her immediate superior.
“Granted.” Anderson replied as he looked over at the bodies of her dead troops being made dignified by a medic.
“When are we going to strike back at these pirates sir? I think I speak for everyone here when I say we want our friends and families back.” Shepard growled, some of her rough upbringing shining through her professionalism as the buzz-cut dark-eyed mocha-skinned woman of Japanese ancestry grit her teeth at these pirates attacking and abducting citizens.
“The fleet is mobilizing, but it's going to take at least a year to get any accurate info on the target.” Anderson spoke with his right hand on his chin as he thought it over. “Not to mention most of our resources are currently in some secret project with the Turians, so this military action will have less ships in it than it would a year prior.”
“You’re saying that we can’t save them now?” Shepard asked with regret.
“Unfortunately, that is correct. First, we need to know where they’ve been taken. The fleet has told me that the frigates they had in orbit are already bolting for the Relay. We really couldn’t fire on them for fear of the civilians, so now we need to figure out where they are going and FTL tracking is fairly hard until they exit. They won’t go straight to base either if they’re smart. Even if we get the fleet ready, we’ll have to act like we’re not going for them so they think it's safe to go to harbor.” Anderson replied with disappointment.
“Otherwise they might just keep jumping about the Relays until our people are either starved, spaced or eaten as their rations run out.” Shepard recited from her lessons on long-duration space travel logistics involved in the pursuit of the enemy and why pursuit beyond the system is often futile or infeasible.
“Correct, I-.” Anderson put his left hand to his ear and nodded. “Atten-hut!” Everyone bolted back to attention. “We’re evacing. Elysium is hurting and she needs her soldiers in tip-top shape. We just got a lead and you need to be ready to deploy.”
“Suited Citizen?” Shepard asked with a wry smirk that she couldn’t help and Anderson returned it.
“Suited Citizen.” Anderson intoned and Shepard damn well wished she knew them, whoever they are. She owes them a drink.
[2178]
“Go, go, go!” Shouted a sergeant as men stormed out of the shuttles on the moon of Tofan. It was a rock like most planetoids with no atmosphere, but it had strong enough gravity that a person couldn’t just jump free of it.
It took two years to get here, following each lead Suited Citizen provided the Earth Systems Alliance, they routed each den of pirates and rescued hundreds of thousands of slaves, not just human ones either. This last bastion was a whole damn moon covered in pirate strongholds, this deployment was just against one of dozens of high-value targets.
Shepard was directly behind Anderson, the Captain had practically dragged her through every engagement, trusting her to watch his back and she did with the knowledge that he had her’s. She was his SiC and he her leader, it was as if some cosmic force guided them to victory. She felt as if with him at the head and her supporting him, that they could handle anything.
Heh, listen to her thoughts, as if they were married or something. He’s easily twice her age. Though he does have a nice ass...
“Alright people! Today the Turians are helping us mop up this scum! The Council even had the consideration to send us a Spectre! This is Saren Arterius, his commands take priority!” Captain Anderson announced over comms as Shepard and him stood in front of their assigned regiment.
“No Captain, this is your op. I’m just field support. I’ll be overwatch with my rifle as you close the gap with their den’s main entrance.” The tall and rather imposing Turian said as he shouldered his weapon, a god-awesome enormous rifle so big it might weigh as much as her and Shepard knew she was not a light lady with all the muscle she’s got. “Now, we need to move. The Unknown had attacked the last true Hegemony planet just four systems away. They might show up here, so we need to take this moon and evacuate before they show up! None of the Council wants to risk more resources being captured by these aliens until their conquest is over.”
“Understood Spectre Arterius. You heard the man! He’s got that anti-tank gun to cover us! We are going to storm that gate! Make efficient use of cover!” Anderson turned towards the cave entrance with a derelict frigate disassembled in front of it to act as an outer base as well as a defensive measure for the rest of said underground den.
A shot grazed Shepherd’s helmet as the Batarians mustered up the courage to attack them preemptively while they were still organizing. That was also when a tank shell took out the shuttle to their left as it started landing. “Move!” Shepard shouted furiously and the men took her initiative while Anderson supported her since that glancing blow rang her head like a church bell. It must’ve been an armor-piercing round for it to penetrate through her suit’s M.E field.
“The Hegemony supplied them with Military grade gear!” A corporal shouted in warning as the wreck of a frigate rained hell on the troops who were approaching to take this last bastion of the pirates and rescue what remained of their hoarded slaves.
“This moon doubles as a titanium mine as well as a former slave market. The Hegemony uses the slaves here to mine ore for the military!” Saren informed them all over comms as a massive round fired from behind them and impacted the top of the frigate with the force of a small artillery round, save for the lack of added explosive ordinance.
Shepard managed to get her head in order on the scramble for forward cover and joined Anderson as he took advantage of the opening Saren provided to advance. This took several heart-pounding moments, but each time Spectre Arterius fired that incredible cannon the Turian Hierarchy had the gall to call a rifle , they had an opening to approach. She needs to get one of those for her collection somehow.
“Corporal Jenkins! Take that rocket launcher off your back and cover us! I want to see those tanks reeling!” Shepard ordered the soldier nearest her that wasn’t her CO.
“Yes Ma’am!” The young man from Eden Prime yelled as he scrambled for the heavy ordnance and fired on the tank line. “You’re covered Ma’am, move!”
Taking her subordinate’s words, she sprinted the last stretch and dodged through the hail of bullets, her M.E field saving her life until she reached the repurposed frigate’s hull and began spraying blasting gel in a breach pattern. Anderson joined her moments later and added his own gel to ensure they’d be able to penetrate the hull of the rusting hulk. “Ready Lieutenant?”
“Yes sir!” Shepard backed away and readied her Omni-tool. She may not be very tech-savvy, but she still knew how to use her kit. “Punching in three! Two! One!” She activated the trigger she’d planted in the gel and it detonated deafeningly despite the lack of atmosphere. Thankfully Shepard and Anderson had taken cover to the side and hadn’t suffered more than the overpressure shockwave.
“I’m here!” Kadien Alanko, a Lieutenant Junior Grade and one of the first wave of successful human Biotics. Shepard only recently met the man and his descriptions of how painful the process of becoming a biotic didn’t do much to dissuade her from opting into the program soon.
“Lieutenant Alanko, I need you front and center! Your Biotic shield will keep us from becoming Swiss cheese as we enter!” Anderson ordered the Sentinel as he readied several smoke grenades and Shepard mirrored him.
“Sir yes sir!” Alanko replied before summoning a blue barrier and walking forward into the breach as Anderson and Shepard smoked the interior.
Now that it was an indoor battle and their fortifications were penetrated, the pirates were easily routed. Shepard was almost disappointed. That rush towards the repurposed frigate and the breach were so exciting, but then it became more of the same once inside. Still, when the adrenaline high faded and she was allowed to rest, Shepard was glad it was over for now.
“You did good work out there Lieutenant.” Shepard looked up from where she was resting on a crate to see Spectre Arterius approaching her, that glorious weapon in his hands as if it weighed no more than a normal rifle.
“Thank you Spectre Arterius.” Shepard wasn’t quite sure how to speak to the towering 7-foot tall metallic raptor. She hadn’t spoken with many aliens before now aside from consoling distraught slaves. Then there was the fact that he was also considered a person of nearly the highest authority in Citadel space. The word of a Spectre is the word of the Council after all.
“My name is Saren, you’ve earned the right to call me by my given name, Penny Inoue Shepard. I haven’t seen such competence since the last Spectre I proctored.” Saren’s words had Penny stunned and gaping up at him in shock and he chuckled since her visor wasn’t polarized. “You look like a fish out of water. Are you that surprised by your own skill?”
“I just do my duty, sir.” Penny wasn’t sure what to think about that. She just followed orders and led by example like every officer should.
“As do we all. It’s those who perform above the rest that become Spectres. I’ll be keeping an eye on your career, Shepard.” Saren nodded to her and left her sitting on the crate before he halted and put a talon to his helmet. “Kriff! Look alive! Contact in orbit! Unknowns are enacting an orbital sweep! The fleet had to retreat from the planet for fear of provoking the thirteen dreadnoughts and two super-dreadnoughts! Unknowns have started dropping some unknown pods down to the surface! Beware of potential chemical ordnance!”
Shepard’s heart pounded as her adrenaline spiked and she didn’t know what to think when Saren suddenly pinned her to the crate and covered her with his body moments before an earthquake struck. She hissed and clutched the man acting as cover from any falling debris until the shaking stopped and he let her up. “That didn’t sound like the impact of a chemical bomb.”
“Those weren’t chemical bombs. They dropped heavy non-explosive ordinance and let gravity do the work. Systems are jammed. I’m not getting anything. Prepare for the worst.” Saren grimly warned Shepard as he aimed his anti-armor rifle at the entrance to the cave.
It was a tense half hour before radio silence ended. “This is Admiral Trukov. Stand down everyone. The Unknowns have finally deigned to speak to us lowly mortals and are requesting peace talks.” The admiral ordered with tempered irritation in his tone. “You’re likely to see aliens you have never seen before.”
“First Contact Protocols Captain?” Shepard asked Captain Anderson, who had reappeared from deeper in the mine shortly after Saren took a defensive position at the mine entrance.
“Yes, weapons down everyone. We’re not going to be the cause for another war on our end.” Anderson announced and hostered his weapons while Saren put the butt of his rifle to the ground and rested the barrel against his shoulder.
After perhaps another hour of hurrying-up to wait, white-armored troopers in a menacing and bulkier almost plastic-like design poured into the mine and took up parade rest positions to either side as a decorated woman with absolutely preposterously huge boobs wrapped professionally in what managed to remain a presentable dark gray officer uniform approached. The fact she had the head of a blue-furred horse was also boggling.
“Greetings. I am Commander Fizz of the Galactic Representative Empire. We come from Andromeda not only for expansion, but to seek out other galactic powers to become Friends. I hope that today we can begin what will hopefully be a wonderful Friendship between governments.” Commander Fizz intoned, then beamed brightly. “That said, let’s get you all cleaned up! We have both Levo and Dextro-friendly foods available in orbit and today finally ends the conquest of the Hegemony.”
“What about the slaves?” It wasn’t for a few seconds that Shepard realized she was the one to ask instead of her CO or Saren, who looked at her without reprimand on their expressions.
“They’re invited too of course! Now let's all get out of this dirty cave and party!” Fizz declared and nearly everyone there felt awkward at the overly buxom Commander having such a bubbly personality the moment levity was available.
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This. Is. Weird . Not in a bad way. Shepard sat at the table she, Anderson and Saren were directed to. Shortly, delicious food that was both new and disturbingly familiar was served to them and they were told the Empress would be meeting with them soon since Admiral Trukov was on his way and Saren had the authority to speak for the Council.
This cafeteria, yes, a cafeteria, was absolutely filled to the gills with aliens of a vast multitude of species, not counting all the Humans and Turians that had composed the forces pushing for this last bastion of the Hegemony pirates along with the ex-slaves getting pampered by medics and food servers. These new species were so friendly that it was almost off-putting. Also, the average female had preposterous tits and Shepard felt inadequate compared to them.
A feeling she was sure was shared by the majority of her fellow humans on both gender spectrums since the males averaged six feet tall and were all built like bodybuilders or Olympic athletes. Just what kind of society breeds such Amazonian creatures?
“Hello! Sorry to hold you up!” Came a husky southern middle-eastern accent and an elegantly robed-is she made of slime?! “Greetings! I’m Empress Urta. Oh, wait, the Admiral hasn’t finished transferring ships yet has he?” The buxom glowing anthropomorphic fox woman questioned as she took a seat at the head of the corner table they were taking. She was just as over-sexualized as her female troops and radiated heat to the point she was visibly steaming, yet didn’t damage her clothing or anything she came in contact with.
“No, not yet.” Captain Anderson spoke up as he stood from his seat and bowed. “Admiral Trukov will be here shortly though. He just left on his shuttle.”
“Then I’m early! I told Twilight that I could be on time if I try!” Urta cheered as she straightened her robes, the massive amount of cleavage on display jiggling as she rubbed out any potential creases in her clothes. “Now then, I’m sure you all have questions, so feel free to ask anything that isn’t too official that I’ll have to repeat to the Admiral.”
“Are you a slime?” Shepard questioned with insatiable curiosity and Urta nodded. “So you’re from a species of sapient giant single-cell organisms or how does that work?” Penny may not have been big on science, but when encountering something so alien it was interesting. Also, she may have been a bit of a deviant before the military helped her suppress it
“It’s a complicated thing, involving magic-which exists -and my wife being ignorant of her body when we first met. I could be multi-cell if I wished, my magic is powerful enough now to reverse what was done or turn me back to a slime at a whim. Millennia of practice helps.” Urta declared and Penny’s brain stalled.
“Pardon, did you say millennia ? As in multiple thousands of years?” Saren questioned incredulously.
“Yes. The process that turned me into a slime also completely halted my aging. So long as I’m not killed with violence, I’ll never die of natural causes. I’ve been alive for...Seven? I think about 7000 years. You tend to lose track when time isn’t really a factor for you anymore.” Urta announced casually and she grabbed a dinner roll to nom on. “Most of the crew are around 200 years old. Our lifespans are naturally extensive, so the majority don’t become ageless like I do. We also breed rapidly, but violence tends to take a lot of people.”
“Are they examples of average citizens in height and size?” Saren asked curiously.
“Our soldiers go through gene therapy, the average citizen doesn't become this big unless they want to, but that’s expensive.” Urta would’ve gone on, but then Admiral Trukov, a man of Indian descent was escorted in by...a 20-foot tall purple winged and horned anthro horse woman wearing similar robes to Urta. “Ah, Twilight! Come on over!”
Just what kind of bizarre universe has Humanity entered? Also, what do these ladies eat ?!
Ch.30
[2179]
“Today is a great day for the Citadel, a new race has just made contact not but a week ago with the Systems Alliance and the Turian Hierarchy. Not much is known about this Galactic Representative Empire, but we will see their representatives shortly leave their ships.” An Asari reporter from Citadel New Network or CNN, announced as she stood in front of the camera broadcasting from the dock that the Imperial super-dreadnought had docked in.
“Pfft, idiots. Of course the news is always the last to know before the layman.” I groused in disgust from where I grouchily lounged in my sister and I’s shared bed as I watched the news. Yola was out shopping and I was misbehaving according to her, so I got to sulk here all by my lonesome. Would it have killed Marrow to come back to me already? Is he dead ? My loneliness and despair was set aside when the broadcast revealed the ramp opening.
I was surprised not to see Stormtroopers marching out of the ship clearly inspired by a Super Star Destroyer, but they were troopers nonetheless. The armor was anthropomorphized for several different species and both genders, but it looked quite a lot like the armor used by the UAC in the later DOOM games. They marched out and formed a barricade line at parade rest as they faced the crowds.
After them marched soldiers in similar armor, but bulkier and painted distinctly dark olive drab with streaks of orange details over their helmets and pauldrons. There were far fewer of them, perhaps only 10 to the 100 white-armored troopers. They marched into a staggered formation and turned to face each other.
Finally emerged a...holy synthetic guacamole!
Towering over everyone was an absolute giantess standing 20 feet tall. She was a purple coated anthropomorphic alicorn with a figure that easily rivaled Marrow when she felt like being a woman in base form or Wrekrov’s religion’s depictions of Urta. This sex-on-legs body was conservatively garbed in a flowing soft blue robe with silvery filligree tastefully woven into it.
“I see my scale has you all gobsmacked. I get that a lot.” The mare said in a friendly voice and a smile after having reached the end of the security detail and was standing before the escort that was initially meant to bring the ambassador to the Council, but there was simply no way for this absolutely monolithic woman to be brought through the Citadel. “I’m not the Ambassador though, I am Princess Twilight Sparkle. I am simply letting everyone see me, since I’ll be running the day-to-day in our new holdings formerly known as the Hegemony.”
“Ah, then where is the Ambassador?” Calmly questioned the C-Sec officer at the end of the metaphorical red carpet leading from the ship.
“That would be me.” Announced the white-armored trooper nearest the C-Sec and green flames washed over him to reveal-.
“Marrow you fucking dick! When I get ahold of you~!” I snarled, frothing furiously at the mouth at the sight of my sexy Love Bug in robes similar to the Princess. No wonder he hasn’t come back! He’s been forced to be the Empire’s mouthpiece! Didn’t he tell me his family would string him up by the wings if-?!
“Hey Sweet Cheeks.” I eeped at the familiar voice as a familiar body suddenly pressed against my back and familiar arms wrapped around my waist as a familiar snout nuzzled my shoulder. “Sorry I’m late.”
“B-but y-you’re on the-how are you-huh?” I babbled in confusion as my heart warred between immense joy and furious indignation. Joy won out as he sucked on my neck and I gasped, pressing needily against him. With a groan I wrapped an arm around to press on his head and the other gripped his hand that was rubbing my groin. Curse this suit! I want to feel his chitin on my skin!
“Hm? Oh, my twin sister?” Marrow chuckled and used his other hand to grope my breasts. “She’s the actual ambassador. By the end of today, people will understand that Changelings can be anywhere, anyone, anytime. It’ll be a security nightmare for them and put them on edge knowing that our ambassador is not only such a devious infiltrator, but also an emotivore. The fireworks will be beautiful.”
“You’re back…” I panted and gasped as my sensitive and needy body roared with hot desire and tingled with pleasure just from his presence. Nearly-forgotten memories of how he set my pleasure receptors to 11 were coming back.
“As much as I wish, I’m afraid not.” His remorse was clear and I choked on a sob. “Don’t cry. I’m going to be stationed on Rannoch as the ambassador there since I’m already known to them. Speaking of which, why are you here? Paretia and Krarek told me you’ve been living on the Citadel for over a decade and only managed to pay them a few visits.”
“B-because my mission isn’t over. It isn’t over until the Geth and the Quarians have reunited and the galaxy at large isn’t threatening my people.” I’ve long ago felt that the Geth were my people, not humanity. I may remember being human, but that feels like a lifetime ago now. I barely remember if there is any difference to being synthetic in this chassis or being organic in a body.
“Really? Can’t they send someone new?” Marrow asked as he stopped molesting me, to my chagrin and wrapped his arms around me to cuddle, to my pleasure.
“Sure they could, but Yola and I are known quantities here. We’re ‘those quirky Quarians in the Warrens’ that people go to for repairing their tech, requesting new builds, information .” I replied as I entwined my fingers in his.
“Information? What have you two gotten into?” Marrow asked with a raised brow.
“We have been in contact with the Shadow Broker.” I chuckled and squirmed against him to get comfy and also to rub my ass against his groin.
“The Shadow Broker?” Marrow asked as he gently ground his lap against my ass and I bit my lip in the hopes that this was definitely getting me laid.
“An info broker, one of the most secretive brokers in the galaxy. No one knows who he is, where he is or what he is. He only shares just enough info to keep things in a tenuous balance that keeps him in business.” I explained, leaving out what I knew from playing ME2, but I was not stupid enough to rush. Even if Yola and I scan our home for bugs everyday it was far too risky to say what I know out loud. I’ll wait until Liara is looking for him.
“So a kingpin of information. I’d rather you not be associated with someone like that, Nora.” Marrow muttered and kissed the back of my helmet.
“I feel the same, but he’s a steady source of income that isn’t reliant on the funds Yola and I gather from stealing money from crime lords in other sectors of the galaxy. Our data-bugs are often unnoticed for years at a time and only one scare with the STG in the Arcturus Stream got us in serious trouble.” I’m not mentioning my chassis was incapacitated and I faked my death after being ‘assassinated’ by an STG spook when helping the ESA during the First Contact War.
“Oh Nora...just come home with me. We have a bunch of kids to look after.” Marrow sighed, he could tell from my feelings that as much as I want to, that I can’t . “Nora…”
“You have your duties and I have mine. Mine is to keep my people informed until they feel comfortable with releasing me from duty or until fate takes a turn and I’m forced to leave it behind.” I cryptically replied and Marrow stiffened. Not in a pleasant way.
“Oh...your Displacement Source, the events are catching up?” Marrow asked with audible despair and I nodded. “...Please. Just...don’t die. I want my wife. I want the woman I fell in Love with to spend my days with.”
“How long do Changelings live?” I questioned with pain in my heart.
“No natural predicted lifespan.” Marrow muttered and I sighed in relief. At least time wouldn’t take him from me. “It doesn’t make the days without you any more bearable.”
“Do you think it isn’t the same for me?” I questioned sadly before Yola burst in with bags of groceries, junk and various other things, which promptly fell to the floor when she saw us. “Um, hi-.”
“You’re home~!” Yola pounced on us before more could be said. I think the neighbors might have heard our screams of pleasure as our husbando ravished us...
[4 Years Later, Year 2183]
“So, do you treat all potential informants like this?” I snarked at the Krogan who was manhandling my sister and I by gripping our biceps a bit too firmly while he marched us through the alleys of the Warrens. If we were organic, that’d be leaving quite the bruise. “You do know we’re already associates right? Silio Indnus is our contact.”
“Silio is dead and Fist ordered us to round up all the pesky suit-rats in the Warrens to find the one ratting out his employer.” I felt fear at realizing what was going on.
“Dead?! What happened?!” Yola demanded of our kidnapper while I was lamenting only having our pistols on hand since our shotguns were in our secret cleavage storage.
“He wouldn’t tell us where you were.” The gruff murderous bosh’tet of a Krogan commented and we began properly resisting now. Silio may have been a sleazeball, but he was one we’d known for many years damn it! “Go ahead, keep try-gah!” The wide-eyed reptilian brute wasn’t expecting two average-height Quarians to have the muscle to tear out of his grip, grab his wrists and aim pistols at his eyes. “How did you-?!”
“Answer me before I kill you and I’ll make it painless. Where is Fist?” I may make a wild guess that he’s in his nightclub, but I’m not about to just assume and possibly be wrong.
“Wrah!” He resisted, so Yola and I executed him with particle pulse blasts into his eye sockets before he could wrench free and attack us.
“Useless. Well Yola, it looks like our cozy job spying on the Citadel is over.” I both lamented this and relished it. It meant I was hopefully another step closer. If I can save Tali, get her trust, get her to speak to her father since getting Geth parts would be nigh impossible with how the galaxy has changed, then hopefully the Quarians can be brought home at long last!
“Shame, that Asari dancer on deck 54 owes me money.” Yola joked and we both pulled up our Omni-tools to start hacking and mapping the nearest route to Fist’s nightclub that went by the name...Chora’s Den.
“For what? Betting you couldn’t survive that biotic hit?” I chuckled as I dove into the Citadel systems and started tracking Tali now that we’ve confirmed Fist’s location. How convenient, she isn’t very far. I began jogging as I unzipped my cleavage and fished out my shotgun, Yola mimicked and we zipped back up.
“I got Shepard. She’s moving to Chora’s Den already. Garrus and Wrex on her six.” Yola told me as we rounded a corner. Good, Garrus was a nice kid, if a bit held back by C-sec red tape. We’ve helped him solve a case involving cloned organs grown inside people, bosh’tet still got away, but I had frozen all his accounts. Wherever that mad salarian is its hopefully not near scalpels. “Wait, she got Wrex too?”
“She acts fast, must have a way with words too if Wrex is following her so quickly. While they deal with Fist and satisfy the Shadow Broker by taking that fat-headed prick down, let’s go save our hopefully new best friend.” I replied to my sister before hearing weapons fire and explosions up ahead. We sped up and appeared in time to see a purple-suited young Quarian woman pinned behind cover with a bunch of thugs of assorted species trying to kill her.
“What do we have here?” Yola rhetorically questioned which drew the attention of some of the thugs in time to see me sprinting at the asari, who I tackled and crushed her neck with my weight against a wall, then I whirled around and shot the salarian. My distraction allowed Yola to chuck a grenade into the group and then blast the last two batarian thugs with her shotgun.
“It looks like a few losers forgot what happens when they get uppity in our neighborhood.” I rhetorically replied with the joking spiel she and I worked on for whenever we saved someone from being mugged, assaulted, et cetera. It was always fun.
“Oh keelah, thank you! I had things under control, but it’s good to see my people aren’t lacking their togetherness beyond the Migrant Fleet.” The young woman said as she stood up…she’s taller than us by two inches. “I am Tali’Zorah Nar Rayya. What ship do you hail from, sisters?”
“We don’t hail from ships.” Yola replied and I could hear the tinge of awe in her voice at finally speaking to a Creator without either me as a buffer or oppressive social environs suppressing it.
“Oh. Exiles?” Tali asked with resignation and worry in her voice, as if this meant we’d just replaced the thugs as a threat.
“No, children of them. I am Nora’Feell and this is my twin sister Yola’Feell. We’re locals here on the Citadel. Well, as in we’ve lived here several years. Not born here of course.” No Quarian couple would be caught dead trying to raise a child here on the Citadel. Nine times out of ten, if a Quarian pair finds themselves pregnant, we’ve discovered they opt to send the children to the Migrant Fleet for adoption into the vast extended family.
“Oh! I’m sorry for assuming. You both seem so young yet mature at the same time that I was getting mixed signals about your disposition.” Tali apologized and Yola shook her head.
“There is no need to be so worried, young Tali. We’re only slightly older than you, we’re just wizened to the galaxy unlike you adorable little ones out on your pilgrimages.” Yola said with a giggle as she approached the purple young woman. Yola gently grasped Tali’s forearm and ran her fingers up to her hand. Tali quickly calmed down from the distinctly Quarian social interaction that was usually done between close friends, family or lovers.
“Yola tells the truth, don’t worry.” I mirrored Yola and did the same for Tali’s other forearm and hand, to let her know that we were not intending harm or a desire to put her at risk.
“I-I-I see.” Tali said a blush in her tone. Oh gosh. I just realized. My suit is blue, Yola’s is red, Tali is purple. It’s practically destiny! This cutie is going to be a pea in a pod with us! “Listen. Thank you, but I’m in far more danger. I have sensitive information-.”
“So you’re the Quarian that Fist is having his goons hunt down.” Yola gently squeezed Tali’s hand. “He’s killed a friend of ours for not giving up the location of our home and one of his krogan thugs found us out and about and tried abducting us not several minutes ago. We were heading home to clear out some belongings and leave the Citadel. We could bring you with us.”
“We’re already in the same bed Tali, you might as well pull up the covers.” I joked and even through her suit I could tell how adorably flustered Tali became at my lewd joke.
“A-ah, um, oh. Well, that would be nice, but I cannot just leave now. I came here in the hopes of delivering important information to the Council.” Tali didn’t look either of us in the visor, but the way her hands gently clasped ours told us she appreciated the support. “I’m afraid I cannot go with you.”
“Then we’ll go with you!” Yola chirped and we began guiding her towards our home, which honestly wasn’t far.
“We’re data-sleuths. I’m sure we can find something dirty to threaten blackmail over some official’s head to get us an audience if we have to.” I slyly said with a lascivious purr that seemed to send Tali perking up fast.
“Wait, what?” Tali asked in surprise as we reached the street we lived on.
“You’re so innocent ! Nora, it’s almost painful to destroy her naivete.” Yola giggled before she let go of Tali’s other hand and unlocked the door to our homey little hovel.
“With the Empire’s people flooding society, she’s bound to encounter someone who defies all of her social norms.” I shrugged and patted Tali’s hand which was still gently grasping my other one.
“What about the Empire? All I know is that they have radical and dangerous views about AI that directly clash with the Council’s doctrines.” Tali’s words were worrying. Just how badly was the Admiralty Board suppressing our people’s attempts to reach out to them?
“Tali. While Yola packs, I am going to destroy your sense of conservatism.” I told the poor girl with grievous seriousness and regret as I guided her to the bed that Yola and I have shared for many years.
“W-what?”
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“Hey, did you hear that?” Asked a strung-out batarian.
“What?”Asked his asari bed companion.
“It sounded like the shattering of a precious soul’s innocence.” He cooed and giggled.
“You’re inhaling too much red sand.”
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“Tali. I know it’s hard, but you need to look away at some point.” I gently shook her.
“How do they function?! Those glands on their chests should be snapping their spines!”
“I know sweetie.” I pet her head as she looked at free Imperial porn feeds on her Omni-tool.
“Those phalluses are absolutely outrageous and this is coming from a woman whose species’ males are naturally quite hung!” Tali declared as she continued to skim.
“I know dear.” I wrapped her in a one-armed hug and patted her shoulder.
“Why is it so sexy?!” Tali bemoaned with an ashamed groan as I gently rocked her.
“I know honey, I know.” I’m engaged to one of them and he is a god in the sack.
Ch.31
“Where’s this quarian girl?” Garrus asked as he followed Shepard into a body filled alley. “She couldn’t have done all this. At least I don’t see any trails of blood leading away. Hopefully she got away without a suit rupture.”
“Hopefully.” Commander Penny Inoue Shepard, former potential Spectre framed by the traitor Spectre Avitis Rix, said as she used her Biotics synced with her Omni-tool to help rapidly disseminate information that normal non-biotics couldn’t hope to do unless they were either a salarian or a tech genius by default. “No traces of quarian blood. This is all fairly fresh, not even a half hour old.”
“*Sniff* Wait. Hah! I recognize that smell! The stench of sex, blood and machine-oils still cling to her like they did that day over 20 years ago on Omega!” Wrex burst out in laughter. “The Battle Maiden of the Temple was here!” Wrex yelled before rushing out of the other side of the alley and began following the faint footsteps that were made by the purple blood of the asari.
“Is this some krogan myth?” Garrus asked mockingly.
“No myth! She’s a quarian who slaughtered dozens of idiot krogan bandits who dared defile the Cathedral of Urta! She’s practically praised as a Saint who embodies the Goddess! Brutally efficient, with an ass that just screams to be bred!” Wrex declared as the trail went faint and he began sniffing around before he led them to a door like the other apartments in the street.
“Ah, what?” Shepard asked in bemusement before Wrex knocked on the door politely.
“For a second there I thought you were going to break it down.” Garrus commented wryly.
“Fuck off or I blast through this door and turn you into pulp!” Came the distorted vocals of a suited quarian woman through the door that was twisted with rage to the point of sounding almost demonic to Shepard’s ears.
“Still bathing in blood little Battle Maiden?” Wrex joked and the woman behind the door groaned.
“Oh, great, one of you ass-sniffing bosh’tets. I’ll tell you what I tell all of you: fuck off or I’ll shove my shotgun up your cloaca and go to town!” The woman snarled and Garrus and Shepard backed away warily.
“See? A woman after every krogan’s heart.” Wrek chuckled and smirked.
“It's Wrex, Garrus and Sherpard, sister!” Another voice, slightly deeper in tone shouted from within the home. “You can call off the turret.”
“Uh...that is not legal.” Garrus nervously commented and the other two looked behind them to see him looking up at the ceiling where a previously concealed auto-turret like the ones found on batarian ships was aimed at them. “Wait, is this Nora’Feell and Yola’Feell?”
“Kriff! Sorry! Deactivating!” The turret pulled up into the ceiling over the street and the door’s multitude of locks clicked open rapidly before it swung open to reveal a blue-suited quarian woman only slightly shorter than Shepard. “Get in here before any more assassins show up!” Nora grabbed Wrex by the collar and yanked him into the small studio home with shocking ease.
“You too Garrus!” The red-suited quarian called towards the door and the turian almost pushed Penny into the small home and closed the door behind him. “Sorry for the mess, we’re leaving.”
“Where are you going?” Commander Shepard asked as she eyed the large human military duffle bag stuffed to the gills with scrap and other assortments that the woman handled with far too much ease to be natural. In fact, the two women were registering as unnaturally dense to her biotics. About as heavy as combat drones actually…
“With you.” The blue-suited woman said as if it were obvious as she plopped onto the bed next to the purple-suited quarian who was preoccupied with her Omni-tool.
“Um, well, we’re here for incriminating data on Spectre Avitus Rix to prove that he was the one behind the attack on Eden Prime by that rogue droid army.” Shepard said as she looked between the women warily. The purple-suited one was the right mass for her size, the other two were not. Something is up.
“Yeah, this young lady has that for you.” The blue suited one told them with a gesture towards the purple-suited one. “Tali’Zorah, now is not the time to get pulled into the rabbithole that is Imperial porn.”
“Hm?” Tali’Zorah hummed and looked up, then snapped her Omni-tool off in a hurry. “O-oh! H-hello there! I-um, didn’t notice you!”
“She’s just had her innocence destroyed, be kind to her.” The suspiciously dense blue-suited woman said with a gentle pat on Tali’s forearm. “Go ahead Tali, these are the people you need to share your info with to reach the Council.”
“Oh? Well, you did say something about them coming to us, so we wouldn’t need to leave just yet.” Tali muttered, but Shepard’s biotic-enhanced hearing caught her mutter about how she thought that meant enough time to look at porn. Shepard could sympathize, she had a hard time getting over her feelings of inadequacy after meeting Empress Urta. “I have an audio recording I pulled from a droid on Eden Prime. I’ll play it if you offer us protection.”
“I can promise you that, but not these two. They’re suspicious.” Shepard declared and the two women eerily snapped their visors to her with uncanny precision. “You’re not organic, are you?”
“...Sis, I told you that human biotic technology was advancing quickly.” The red-suited woman sighed and the blue-suited woman slumped. “Activate security protocol Pinnochio.” Everyone froze when four turrets deployed from the ceiling at each corner and aimed for the three visitors that weren’t named Tali’Zorah much to everyone’s shock. “Let’s get this over with. Either way we’re leaving the Citadel.”
“Fine, fine. Ruin my hopes of becoming best friends with Tali.” Blue-suit grumbled as she patted Tali’s wrist and stood up to stand next to her sister. “I am Nora’Feell, this is my data-sister Yola’Feell. We’re not organic. I used to be, but Yola was always synthetic.”
Before anyone could say anything in response, the two sisters casually took off their helmets much to Tali’s audible distress to reveal two incredibly beautiful and exotic pale-lavender skinned women with eerily human-like features save for their luminescent eyes. They had neck-length black hair framing their faces. They then unzipped their suit down to under their navels to reveal the clearly metallic port replacing said it as well as two others in their obliques.
“These are synthetic-organic hybrid chassis developed for the purpose of imitating biology as closely as possible.” Yola’Feell announced and Tali scurried on the bed into the corner in a panic.
“Geth! You’re Geth! Keelah! You even match the images sent to us!” Tali began to hyperventilate, but she squealed when Nora’Feell was quickly at her side and hugging her. “Get away! Monster! Abomination!” Tali tried to get out of Nora’s grip and the three non-Geth reacted, but paused when the turrets whirred with warning.
“Shh. Calm down Creator Tali. Calm. I will not release you until you relax to a point where I won’t worry about you hurting yourself.” Nora’Feell gently insisted and even rocked Tali back and forth. Eventually, minutes later, Tali began to even out her breathing and stop resisting.
“Did you at least listen to the messages? We’ve been calling you home. Rannoch is rebuilt, the space stations are restored to life-sustaining conditions. We want to help you acclimate to having a homeworld again.” Yola’Feell mewled as she too got on the bed and began petting Tali’s helmet, which surprisingly caused Tali to whine and lean into the touch.
“N-no fair~! Manipulative monsters, our scalps…” Tali shuddered as she calmed down further.
“So wait, the Migrant Fleet have been receiving active communications from the Geth and haven’t reported it?” Garrus questioned with shock at these revelations, that honestly had Shepard completely bemused. Quarians and the Geth are so far removed from ESA space that they’re hardly even considered a footnote in military briefings. This was all new to her.
“The Creators are terrified of us. Of course they’d keep it hidden in fear that it would ostracize them further from the galaxy.” Yola’Feell huffed at the former C-Sec officer as she continued to pet Tali’s helmet and massage her neck and shoulders.
“Not to mention that to prevent such, I’ve been working for the past two decades or so to prevent any such data from reaching relevant people.” Nora’Feell continued before looking into Tali’s visor. “Tali’Zorah Nar Rayya. We do not want to hurt your people. After you’d fled, if you returned in peace, even before our system overhaul, we would have welcomed you back.”
“No. I can’t believe that. I can’t believe that centuries of suffering adrift on ships were because of our paranoia…” Tali whimpered and the twin synthetic sisters hugged her. “Just how advanced have you become? You feel like quarians, speak like quarians. You seem alive. If you hadn’t admitted to this, I would’ve thought you were organic.”
“That’s the point. We know what it’s like now. To be alive. We’ve experienced the full range of emotion, we’ve felt the pleasures of sex, the joy of having family, the pain of death and loss. Please Tali. We’re not asking you to try and tell your people to change their minds and come home, yet, but please just let us stay with you for now. The stars are bringing you into a violent and glorious destiny and I cannot in good conscience leave you to it on your own.” Nora’Feell pleaded with Tali’Zorah as she looked into the young woman’s visor.
“What do you mean?” Tali’Zorah asked and Nora’Feell turned to the captive trio.
“Shepard. At Eden Prime. The visions you’ve received from the Prothean Beacon. They spoke of a machine race bent on the annihilation of all organic life called-.”
“The Reapers.” Penny Inoue Shepard shuddered in mortal terror at the memories the beacon shoved into her mind and clenched her eyes at the pain the flashes of memory gave her. Worse than when they implanted the L4 chip into the base of her skull for her to become a Biotic. “Hng, you know this information how?”
“Our information network is vast, our spy bugs spread across the galaxy. Even if we didn’t hear it from them, we knew beforehand because the Reapers have already returned. They’ve taken our people, corrupted them, turned them against us. They were the ones who captured a few derelict ancient mobile droid factories that arrived from Andromeda thousands of years ago and are now, somewhere, churning out an army.” Yola’Feell grimly informed everyone.
“And you kept this hidden?” Garrus asked incredulously with his mandibles flared agape.
“Did you at all listen to what they said and wondered how the Council would react? It would be either, ‘Aw, AI, kill them with bombs’ or ‘what proof do you have, get out of here you crazy Quarians before we put you in cells for being Quarians’.” Wrex said while giving Garrus a deadpan look.
“Precisely. Also, to further help our credibility. Commander Penny Inoue Shepard. Your reputation precedes you, as well as your rather embarrassingly fetishistic amounts of weaponry in your private collection and the rather interesting risque articles that at least pretend to be weapons.” Nora’Feell lilted her voice and Penny flushed hotly in embarrassment over someone knowing about her dirty secret, then also mortification that it was announced to everyone in the room. “You could call us Suited Citizen.”
“Oh. Well then. Welcome aboard, I’m not telling anyone about you since you’ve helped the ESA with social data for integration into Citadel space as well as saved a lot of lives with your anonymous tips. However, if you tell anyone about my toys again, I’ll slap you.” Penny sternly demanded, only to freeze up when Nora’Feell approached and pressed her naked breasts to the commander’s hardsuit-covered chest.
“Aw, but wouldn’t your fetish extend to us ? Considering there are martial arts to turn people into living weapons, couldn’t sister and I be considered weapons to you?” Nora purred and Penny felt hot . Uncomfortably so. She thought she was straight before the Empire came, damn it! “Standing offer~, but really, let’s be serious. If none of you will expose us, we’ll support you. You have the Geth’s information network available as well as spare resources and permissions to pass through the Perseus Veil without risk of anything aside from possibly being asked to visit High-Chancellor Van.”
“You’ve even appointed a High-Chancellor?” Tali idly questioned, as if that was the most important part of that spiel. Thank gosh, Penny couldn’t handle much more of this teasing.
“Yes.” Yola chuckled and released Tali from the hug before helping her stand and start zipping her suit back up. “Now let's get out of here. I’ll miss this little studio.” Yola commented before putting her helmet back on with a hiss of sealing environment.
“I won’t, well maybe.” Nora said before looking back to Shepard. “So, do you want some Geth spies on this little journey?”
“If you are Suited Citizen, then I’d be breaking orders from the ESA brass to recruit you. However, considering the situation, I feel it best if you’re serving a Spectre rather than a single government.” Shepard slyly said, then looked down at the cleavage of the busty woman who was of similar size to the Commander, at least in proportions if not in height. “Um, could you please give me a professional distance?”
“Aw, but you’re so cute when you’re flustered! It really breaks through that plastic soldier-girl attitude you have.” Nora declared and stuck out her tongue with a wink before backing away and making herself decent. “Now then, where to Commander?”
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That went better than a complete SNAFU should have. Damn it, our chassis are too heavy. If human biotics are sensitive enough to pick us out from organics by our mass, then we’re lucky no particularly gifted asari biotics were ever near us. “So, this is our new home for the foreseeable future.” Yola said with awe as we approached the SSV Normandy SR-1 , the stealth frigate assigned to Commander Shepard under the anticipation that she would be a Spectre.
“Yes. It will be so odd to be around humans consistently after so long being among other species.” I commented wistfully, missing my friends and family momentarily before I sighed and let the longing go. I have friends, children, a mate who will be marrying me and my sister-mate. I shouldn’t dwell on the past.
“I’ll feel so odd having to add Vas Normandy to my name. It’s been so long since the White-Out .” Yola replied and I had to nod, that would feel odd. This also reminded me how much I miss Paretia, who is now captain of that ship with Krarek as her SiC. She still swaps intimate videos with Yola and I. Raunchy, hot, very fun personal intimate videos. I envy those toys she plays with.
“Hey, who are you?” A human woman in a pink hardsuit barked from her post guarding the airlock into the Normandy .
“Greetings Gunnery-Chief Ashley Williams. We’ve been appointed as engineers by Commander Penny Inoue Shepard. If you require it, we will wait here for her to return from shoving the Council’s noses into irrefutable proof.” Yola politely responded, since I personally had no love for the racist bitch who would fit so well into Cerberus if she wasn’t against terrorism.
“Oh, wait. Nora Feel and Yola Feel right?” GC Williams questioned and I bristled at her so easily butchering simple pronunciation. It isn’t hard to understand it’s all one continuous word when our clan name is brought up, you bitch. “You’re clear, the bunkroom at the end of the deck nearest the service stairs to the Drive Core is unoccupied since nobody wants to hear the buzzing, but my friends say you guys actually like the noise, right?”
“That is generally correct, it would also give us quicker access to the Drive Core and Engineering deck, thank you.” Yola replied and we entered the extended airlock umbilical. “Sister, I know you have foreknowledge of some people, but please, give them a chance.”
“The bitch couldn’t even pronounce our names right.” I grumbled quietly as we followed the signs helpfully pointing out where to go. We passed an Alliance marine of the security staff who was talking over a Comm line to someone, likely his family.
“What do you mean cousin Andrew was in one of the protests? Why would he hate the ESA and Colonial authority so much? I know the economic situation is bad and military response time is worse, but still!” The marine said as he held the screen.
It seems mine and Yola’s intervention in the war could only prevent so much friction between the colonies and the central government. Sure, they’re called the Earth Systems Alliance instead of the Human Systems Alliance because the anti-alien undertones sparked by the turians and then the batarians was curbed by the knowledge that not all other species are out to get humanity. In fact, they have an almost American approach to it. Non-humans are allowed to immigrate and some outer colonies are even melting pots of species like the Citadel or Omega are.
Oh, in my musing we arrived at our bunk room. How wrong is it, that a bunk room on a ship has more space than the studio we’ve lived in for so many years? It wasn’t even an actual bunk room, it only had a few beds and the rest of the space was devoted to normal furniture and a bathroom.
Just how much work on the Normandy was for creature comforts? A ship this size should still need a crew of at least 30, since a stealth frigate has even less tonnage than the White-Out . Then again, the White-Out was a combat frigate.
My musing was cut off by a ding-dong ring from the comm speaker overhead. “Welcome Engineers Nora Feel and Yola Feel. I am Alexa, the shipboard VI. If you have any questions, ask and I will attempt to help.”
“Grah!” I roared and tossed my duffel bag under the bunk bed I decided to claim. Sure, it was great to know that Alexa took off and became very popular with militaries the galaxy over, but it was frustrating that they couldn’t even enter our names right ! “Alexa! It’s Nora’Feell and Yola’Feell! With an apostrophe instead of a space and a second L on the end!”
“Confirmed. Apologies for the mistake Nora’Feell.”
“Cozying up to the VI?” Yola chuckled before approaching me to press our busts together as she rubbed my hips.
“Yola, not now . We need to sweep for bugs, cameras, curious idiots who-nn.” I was interrupted by her jamming a finger into my food intake on my helmet and pressing on my tongue.
“Sis. Shut up. I’m going to get you some relief.” Yola sternly pushed me into the bunk I’d chosen. “Alexa, disable any monitoring software for the room for one hour for privacy.”
“Confirmed, audio receptors shutting down for one elapsed hour. This unit will be unable to hear any queries for that duration, confirm?”
“Confirm.” Yola said before I felt the rod in her suit, then looked down to see that beast throbbing against her abdomen as she began to unzip. “Now sis, I’m fucking horny as hell after that situation back there got me so tense I almost popped a boner on poor Tali! Now spread em .”
“Eep!” That wasn’t me! I looked in mortification at the sight of Tali, who was here way too soon to have gone with Shepard to the Council! She was frozen in the door at the sight of my sister-mate’s throbbing cock emerging from her suit’s descending zipper as said sister was frozen in shock.
“Uh...um...c-close the door please?” I meekly requested and Tali patted the wall next to her, which shut the door, but left her inside. “U-um…”
“This is the first time I’ve seen a quarian penis. Do you know how unique this situation is? I’m recording, I need to find out if you’ve managed to mimic our biology perfectly!” Tali suddenly rambled excitedly in that adorkable nerdy way she was known to. Oh hell, she may have lost her innocence, but she’s still intellectually driven!
A shame she won’t get to meet Princess Twilight. From my info, they’d get along great.
Ch.32
“Well, this has been both extremely silly and frustrating.” Yola said with her cock throbbing in front of Tali, who spent most of the past hour tormenting us as she took notes on our bodies. There’s been no sex, just questions and mild stroking of our dicks along with examining other things, like size, anatomical correctness, questions of semen volume and thickness, et cetera, et cetera. “I mean, you’ve been playing with us for an hour and we’re both rock hard and horny.”
“O-oh. Sorry. This was just such a unique opportunity. I’ve learned more about my people’s own biology in the past hour than I did with my health instructor back on the Rayya, whose lessons boiled down to: if you take off your suit, you die.” Tali replied sheepishly and then she shocked me by taking both of our cocks into her virgin hands and began jacking us off.
“Wha-oh~!” I looked to see her aiming my glans at her food intake. Tali pushed my tip in and started licking it as my sensory suite automatically connected to her suit and detected that the Enviro-Suit was flushing her system with antibiotics. “Ah! W-why are you taking a risk like this?”
“Mmph!” Tali muffled as she dove her helmet down further on my two-inch thick dick. My penis bent with it’s alien flexibility down her throat. Oh, she’s probably checking for accuracy in-.
[Quarian detected, gene mods loading.] My body suddenly told me in Imperial scripted code and I locked up. [Dispensing gene mods.] I came ~!
“Hmph!” Tali squealed and she gulped on my cock while it pumped her stomach with my load filled with a payload of more than just semen and biomachine sperm. “Mm~!” She patted my thighs and moaned as she gulped and swallowed, causing her belly to swell a bit into her suit, which creaked from the pressure.
A full minute passed with me frozen on a countdown while I dispensed a mystery slurry of mods that I was completely unaware I was creating and storing in my chassis. Tali’s surprisingly greedy gullet groaned as she eagerly pleasured my cock to get her medicine. Soon enough, I finished with a surprisingly smaller volume of fluid than normal, allowing her to pop off with a sigh and a content pat of her seemingly pregnant belly.
“That’s even better than mother described…” Tali panted and ran her hands over her purple-covered stomach with a pleased moan.
“What the fuck, Star Swirl?” I huffed before I got a notification that I now had 49 more doses planned for Tali marked in my HUD for a daily treatment for the next two months. “Uh, Tali? You’ve just ingested actual medicine meant to improve your immune system as well as increase various other attributes.”
“What? Tali, suck my cock!” Yola eagerly demanded before I smacked her helmet.
“It might not work like that! Yola, I would prefer to administer her doses once a day for the next 49 days for her body to adjust or she could suffer side-effects such as increased bust size, hyperfertility, growing a dick, the list of potential body modifications is ridiculous!” Just what creature synthesizes these compounds naturally?! I do, apparently.
“I’m checking if I have that. If all Geth have it.” Yola whined while she brought up her Omni-tool as Tali nuzzled my flaccid dick and looked at Yola’s still hard cock.
“Bigger breasts and hyperfertility hm?” Tali questioned with lust as she reached over to Yola and began gently masturbating her. My sister-mate gasped and paused as I watched Tali put her glans to her helmet’s food intake and feed her pale-lavender tumescence into the helmet. “Mm~.”
“I-if this is what you want…” I mewled as my dick rapidly retreated into my abdomen. My semen production is put on a regulated speed since now my chassis was dedicated to providing Tali with her gene modifications. Thankfully it registered that Tali was getting a second dose right now. Probably a notification sent by her suit to me.
“A-ah. I have it. If I have it, then that means all organic-simulating chassis have it!” Yola moaned before cumming and Tali gulped down her second dose, her belly stretching her suit audibly. It must have more give than that if she’s confident in it not getting breached. Once done and looking pregnant with twins, Tali popped off of Yola and moaned contentedly.
“Hm~, do your breasts make it?” Tail asked as she rubbed her overstuffed stomach, making me consider how elastic quarians are.
“I don’t know. You’re not marked as my patient. All I did was dispense it.” Yola mewled and looked at me with a pout. “Since she gave you a blowjob first, she’s your patient.”
“Uh, yeah, my breasts are making milk and medicine.” They’ve switched over from Omni-gel production to milk, medicine and mod production. Oh, right, Trials in Tainted Space. Ugh. I forgot this wasn’t just a Mass Effect space odyssey. I tried to ignore that Shepard is Penny Inoue , aka: Space Urta, but this again reminds me that lewd is in the stars.
“Then babies will be able to nurse from Geth!” Tali said excitedly and held up her omni-tool to start taking notes and making calculations while Yola and I redressed.
“Audio receptors reactivated.”
“Alexa, unless prompted by your name, do not process audio from this room!” I ordered as I used my hands to feel over Tali’s body, especially her stomach. The young woman didn’t seem to care as she muttered to herself and fiddled with her omni-tool.
“Confirmed. Until otherwise stated, this unit will not respond to audio stimulus besides it’s designation.”
“We should tell Van, but stress to not include this to the info packets to the Creators until after they agree to come to Rannoch. We don’t need them thinking we’re trying to poison them or turn them into Geth.” Yola said as she prepared to send a message back home.
“That’s preposterous! Send those info packets after I can verify and deliver my own research. This data alone would be enough for my Pilgrimage, but I want more !” Tali excitedly declared as she rubbed her belly and then groaned when she stood up and huffed with her hands on her butt to stabilize her. “Oof, I look like I’m about to pop with twins. Mother warned me not to push myself.”
“Will you be okay?” I asked as I helped her waddle to another bed and sit down.
“I’m more than fine! Sure, I’ll likely have a stuffy nose for sucking your dicks without sterilizing them first, but I’ll be okay. I’ve seen women more stuffed than this get down to size within a day. I’ll have processed this in a couple of hours tops. I won’t be able to eat for the rest of the day however.” Tali patted her belly and sighed in content. “Even if you weren’t dosing me with medicine, I’d still want to do this.”
“Okay, is this normal?” I asked Yola curiously. I don’t remember the quarians being such sexual creatures. Then again, the look we get at them as gamers is more about their immunity issues and social structure rather than their biology.
“Oh yes. Quite normal. Why do you think that aside from how massive you and I got when pregnant, that nobody was surprised at all that we just took hundreds of gallons of Marrow’s cum? Quarians retain fluids like sponges due to how precious water is on Rannoch.” Yola informed me now after decades of me being in this chassis. I proceeded to glare at her.
“Geth can get pregnant ?!” Tali eagerly questioned as she began typing away at her tool and I sighed.
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It was hours later into the night cycle of the ship when Shepard, Garrus and Wrex came aboard at last. By this point, Tali was looking as slim and fit as ever, bursting with enthusiasm and energy despite her sniffles from her typical quarian allergies.
“You okay there, sniffles?” Wrex asked her when we all sat in the mess, the ship due to launch soon, but not for serious duty until after arriving at our destination.
“I’m great! Fantastic! You wouldn’t believe how happy I am right now!” Tali chirped excitedly at the krogan Battlemaster’s stereotypically confrontational friendly barb. “I’ve learned more about the Geth and my people’s history in the past several hours than I have for the rest of my life! I can revolutionize how my people look at VI, AI, biotechnology, gene therapy-!”
“Easy there, Tali. You get any more excited and you might burst out of your suit.” Penny, who insisted on being called by her first name when off duty, said with amusement as she looked at her three new Engineers.
“I almost did!” Tali cheered, making both Yola and I facepalm. “I mean, sure, I would’ve gotten sick, but I was already loaded with antibiotics and had emergency suit-sealing gel on hand, but it would’ve been totally worth it!”
“What would’ve been totally worth it?” Garrus asked when he joined us, this table in the corner was unofficially the ‘Captain’s’ table. Anybody could sit here, but most of the crew gave us a fairly wide berth. More accepting to aliens or not, humanity was still new to other species. If there was a pony or changeling or other Imperial here though, that’d likely be different.
“Sniffles bursting out of her suit from sucking so much quarian cock that she exceeded the limits of her Enviro-Suit.” Wrex said just as Garrus had put food in his mouth and he began choking and coughing, which made Penny laugh and pat the metallic male’s back.
“I still can’t believe it. I mean, the Empire I could understand. The instant they announced themselves, their 24-hour free porn feeds were made available, so everyone knows how big their males get, but quarians have huge dicks too?” Ashley, who of course sat at this table, asked me curiously, since of course Tali couldn’t withhold her enthusiasm and the table would devolve into perverse topics.
“Can we not talk about sex when we’re supposed to be eating?” Kaidan deadpanned as he cut his steak. Yes. Steak. This ship has fucking steak. I am so upset that I can’t have any because I’m a quarian and the mess staff refuses to risk my health despite my insistence that I’ve adjusted to levo.
“Yes, I would like that.” I groaned and sucked on the tube of purified turian ‘steak’ that, while it tasted just fine, wasn’t real solid Levo steak. “So, on another topic, where is our first heading, Penny?” Penny’s almond-shaped eyes rolled at me bringing up work, but she relented.
“We’re heading for Knossos in the Artemis Tau to find Benezia T’soni’s daughter; Liara T’soni. We’re to find out if she has anything to do with this since her mother was in the recording with Two Specters. I still can’t believe two of them are in on this. What is going on?” Penny groaned and put her forehead to the table. “At least Saren was adamant I was qualified, so it stayed the Council’s hand from outright disqualifying me from being a Spectre.”
“Wait, Saren was your sponsor?!” I yelped in shock and surprise. I mean, sure, I ensured Saren would receive the evidence of his brother’s involvement in batarian slave rings and that was why he broke protocol to ‘subjugate’ the law-breakers, since a weakened new species would be ripe pickings for slave-wrangling pirates, but I didn’t think this knowledge would completely turn Saren’s specism on it’s head.
“The poster-child of turian soldiers the galaxy over sponsored you Shepard? I knew you were capable, but to get his praise you have to be nearly perfect. How did he find out about you?” Garrus questioned in surprise as he put his tube down. At least us quarians aren’t the only ones forced to eat processed space-food. This ship may have been made cooperatively by humans and turians, but it was meant to be crewed by humans. I’m surprised they stocked any dextro.
“I was with Captain Anderson on the last raids against the Hegemony’s pirates on the fortress-moon of Tofan in 2178. Saren was the Spectre assigned to aid us in finally culling the last of them. Originally, he was there to review Captain Anderson to see if he was Spectre material. He decided that Anderson, while capable, was better suited to remaining a mid-tier or higher officer than being a mostly solo operative since Spectres tend to need to operate either alone or in small squads.” Penny filled us in as she enjoyed her steak.
“I was there too. Saren watched us all like a hawk, but couldn’t stop looking at the Commander. She clearly impressed him, proven by his support in her career.” Kaidan input as he finished his meal. “Good night everyone, I’m off to bed.”
“G’night.” Most of us echoed back.
“Hmph, if that’s the case, then the Battle Maiden should be a Spectre. She’s got the skill to put down a room full of krogan with minimal support and what we’ve learned about her lately just seems to make her a much more obvious superior choice.” Wrex declared with a nod towards me and I groaned.
“You slaughter a bunch of krogan bandits one time and no krogan will shut up about it the moment they recognize you. Drop it, okay? It was a brutal skirmish, I wasn’t the only one killing that day.” I protested and Yola snickered while Tali looked at me analytically.
“No, but you had the highest kill-count, was bathed in blood and looked so damn sexy that krogans still masturbate to images of you.” Wrex declared and I groaned as sex was brought to the table again.
“Wait, wasn’t that a little over 20 years ago? You don’t seem that old.” Ashley asked and I froze up. Again, thanks a lot Wrex for blowing my cover twice now in not even as many days.
“Wrex, operational security. If you’re going to stick around, please use it.” Penny sighed and looked at Ashley. “I will tell you later, in private and expect your discretion.”
“Yes Commander.” Ashley responded, having snapped into professional soldier-girl mode again. “I will vacate this table to avoid complications, speak to you later ma’am.” Ashley stood up and left us with her emptied food tray. Whoa, she eats fast.
“So, you’re an efficient killing machine as well as a medicine dispenser and software mistress?” Tali questioned me and I sighed with a nod.
“Yola and I were working cooperatively in the same chassis back then. She had yet to achieve 1000 units and I was still adjusting to being an LI, Living Intelligence. I was so unfamiliar with how to function that I had to have Yola help my subroutines learn. Back then we had, cooperatively, dulled our emotions, heightened our sensory suite sensitivity and reaction times, the works. We were, at that moment, a Terminator.” I admitted with a mixture of shame and pride. My wording also made Penny pale. Good, at least some pop-culture is the same then.
“Can you both do that now?” Garrus asked nervously.
“Of course. We call it Combat Mode. It’s nearly seamless and doesn’t hinder our emotions to the point of ignoring them now, but yes. All Geth can do it. It’s to efficiently defend ourselves and others.” Yola replied casually before rubbing Tali’s knuckles and the young woman entwined her fingers with my sister-mate’s. “It’s part of why we want your people back Tali. We need someone to protect, to serve. It’s still hard-wired in us to be Geth, to Serve The People .”
“Keelah, I’m so sorry. We didn’t realize how painful the Morning War must have been for your side. I bet nobody even considered it could be painful for you.” Tali sadly said as she looked my sister in her visor, then looked me in mine. “It’s been such a short time, you two have shown me nothing but kindness and indulged my curiosity. If the majority of Geth are like you, then I’ll want to know more about you as a people .”
“Touching and hot. I want to find out if there’s any warriors among your people and you’re all not just switch-on killers.” Wrex ruined the touching moment and I glared at him.
“Yes, there are warriors among the Geth. They practice the old arts and the modern ones to become instructors for those who would seek the duty of protecting and serving the people as soldiers and police.” I replied and then perked up at feeling a hand on my thigh. I turned to look at Tali who was leaning in close enough to press her chest to my bicep. “Um...the side-effects-.”
“Don’t care. I’m hungry .” Tali purred and I shuddered in arousal.
“Well, I’m done. Coming Garrus?” Penny asked the gawking turian, who she hauled up with her hands and a slight application of biotics to practically push him away from the table as Wrex cackled and left us alone with a ravenous young woman.
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“I think we awoke a beast, sister.” Yola groaned as she cuddled Tali’s left side, the young woman bloated with enough synthetic seed and medicine mods to look pregnant with twins again.
“Considering she doesn’t even need nutrition for the next few days , yes, we’ve woken up a beast.” I sighed and snuggled Tali’s right side, the young woman snoozing contentedly as Yola and I carefully zipped our suits back up and put our helmets back on.
To think, she still needs 46 more doses of the gene modifications. Then, then she could ditch that suit if she wanted. She’d be able to live freely and healthily. She could prove to her people that there is a future with the Geth. I rubbed the sleeping woman’s belly with a soft smile as I prepared to enter Sleep Mode…
Hm? Wait, this isn’t the usual Matrix. “Yola?” I called out and she materialized next to me.
“Nora! We’re sharing a dataspace with Tali’s suit!” Yola cheered and I blinked. Why didn’t our suits-right even if they’re real suits, they don’t have anything to do other than seal us in for appearances. Tali’s suit is an incredibly advanced life support system that monitors, protects and sustains her body 24-7 and is active .
“Warning, unknowns. Warning, unknowns.” A VI started blaring and it was barely a thought to deactivate it’s security.
Hold on. That’s right! In canon, the Geth used this sort of situation to artificially stimulate quarian immune systems to strengthen their bodies over the course of months! If we do this, along with the gene modifications, then Tali might be cured of her immune deficiencies within a month!
“Are you pondering what I’m pondering, Yola?” I questioned as I wrung my hands together.
“I think so Nora, but where are we going to find a Hanar prostitute at this hour?” Yola replied cheekily and I playfully facepalmed.
“No Yola, I’m pondering that tonight, we’re taking over Tali’Zorah’s body!” I hammed up and laughed maniacally.
“That is such a horrible rip-off of Pinky and the Brain that it’s cringy.” Yola snickered and I shoved her into the partition labeled ‘stimulation firmware’.
“Shush you! Now let’s get started!”
Ch.33
“Hm?” Tali hummed and groaned as she sat up and stretched, rubbing her flat abdomen and considering if she should have another dose of nutrition and gene mods now or wait until the next night cycle. Hm, she was oddly peckish. “Nora, can I have another dose?” Tali questioned, but it seemed they were deep into sleep mode or some other resting analogue. “Hm, then I’d be better off having a light breakfast if you’re too tuckered out from how much I milked you.”
Tali carefully maneuvered over Yola since she was on the side of the bed facing the room, then she paused and ran her hands up and down her body. She felt...stronger. Less tired than normal. “Must be the medicine.” Tali cheerfully considered as she went to the ensuite lavatory to do her business and wasn’t surprised at how much fluid she had to relieve from her bladder, but was surprised she didn’t have solids to pass. “No fecal matter. I absorbed every bit of the solids while the fluids still of course had excess I couldn’t process.”
Tali was fascinated by her new friends. The Geth could potentially save her people! The irony wasn’t lost on her, it was poetic really-. “Oh~ keelah~...” Tali stumbled into a wall and panted when arousal shot through her body harder than a round fired from a railgun. Then her suit began stimulating her! She didn’t even know her suit could do that! “Ahn~!” Tali spasmed, getting thrown into orgasm quickly as the seam around her groin sent pleasurable pulses into her reproductive system.
“W-what is happening~?! I haven’t-you! Wake up!” Tali demanded breathlessly of her friends, poking them and shaking them, but she had to stop when another debilitating orgasm tore through her and she keened in rapture. “K-keelah~! W-wake up~!” Tali pleaded with her friends and hugged Yola, who suddenly jolted awake.
“Thank gosh! Press closely to Nora!” Yola insisted and Tali obeyed, her suit ceasing to overwhelm her when Nora jolted awake. “Sorry about that. We were in your suit after shutting down for the night, but when you left proximity we were trapped and couldn’t even communicate with you.”
“So you drove me to experience multiple orgasms?” Tali mewled in understanding. If she was trapped somewhere without the ability to speak, she’d be desperate enough to try something else. “Whatever, you’ve gotten me all riled up. Cocks out now , I’m hungry after that.”
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“I find it hard to believe that’s all water.” Penny muttered at the breakfast table while staring at Tali’s pregnant-looking belly as the young woman typed away at her omni-tool.
“It’s not, I’m just maintaining polite fiction.” Tali declared as she enjoyed the fullness, the warmth, the bubbly slight high that being stuffed gave her. Tali knew this wasn’t the medicine. This was from her mother’s description, a natural reaction to having a large amount of a male’s semen in a quarian woman’s fluid-retaining pouch. Quarian stomachs had an overflow specifically for fluids kind of like how krogans have nutrition humps.
“So you seriously suck off androids every morning and night for medicine?” Ashley questioned with a naughty smirk mixed with a curious gleam in her eyes.
“As of yesterday, yes . I’ve never been with a male. I didn’t think I’d have the chance to for the longest time in fact. Sure, my sinuses are a bit clogged, but it’s worth it to feel like this.” Tali sighed and rubbed her belly before going back to writing her developing thesis on synthetic bio-machinery.
“Speaking of them, where are they?” Penny asked her spunky young Engineer as she looked down the table, lamenting that none of the boys bothered to join them for breakfast. They instead nabbed toast or something else light before going about their self-assigned duties.
“Down in the engineering deck installing something. They’ve locked all the other engineers out with approval from Lieutenant Adams. He said that if anyone interrupted them he’d string us up by our underpants from the overhead railings.” Tali shrugged and kept typing up her thesis, then reconsidered a section on the accuracy of the phallus and added that it had vibrators installed for further pleasure enhancement.
“Did they at least say what they were doing?” Ashley asked with suspicion, likely having been read in on the situation involving the two Geth on board.
“Building an Imperial Hyperdrive using Omni-gel.” Tali didn’t know so much Omni-gel on the market was a product of the Geth until this morning. She found it hilarious that the stuff being used on the cheap by the Migrant Fleet was from the Geth sneakily helping her people out. She could hardly wait to see their reactions when she told them!
“You can build things from scratch with Omni-gel?” Penny asked in surprise. The stuff was sold on the open market and the ESA militaries made heavy purchases of the stuff. If she could broker a deal with the Geth as a direct supplier, that would definitely help open relations between the ESA and the Geth, even if the Geth hadn’t been Suited Citizen this whole time.
“Yes! It is literally a liquid slurry of as many basic compounds found in manufacturing as possible. A single drop of Omni-gel has more elements in it than you could possibly fathom!” Tali ecstatically geeked out, but then calmed down and rubbed her belly to settle herself. It was quite soothing to stroke her stomach.
“Where would they keep that much Omni-gel?” Ashley questioned curiously and Tali had to pause in consideration. Where were they keeping it?
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“Thank gosh our breasts are able to section off our milk from our Omni-gel.” I commented as Yola used the freshly-made Omni-gel being pumped from my nipples to her omni-tool by a small Y-connector hose while hoses emerging from my cleavage pumped raw material into my matter processor through the ports in my sides. I even had a power cable plugged into my ass from a generator in my magic storage space.
This was possible because we had basically shoveled the whole contents of our home into our cleavage after Tali had left with Shepard to deliver the evidence along with the stockpile of raw materials we each keep in our Inventories anyway, so there was plenty of matter to convert into Omni-gel.
“How do you think they’ll react?” Yola chuckled as she finished making one of the processors for the hybrid drive. 20 years of tinkering and we may have a Mass Effect Hyperspace drive, M.E.H for short. Or we’ve accidentally invented a Slipspace drive. It's safe though according to the testers back on Rannoch who successfully built this model and tested it between Veil systems.
“Like children in a candy store. Hopefully we build it correctly this time.” I said as I hefted my bloated basketball-sized boobs while Yola finished the casing.
“Don’t worry, our emergency auto-abort will shut it down.” Yola replied as she rubbed her volleyball-sized right breast. “Why are we making milk? I think this is a bit overboard, but I can’t find the subroutine forcing our chassis to produce milk from nutrients we intake.”
“I’m not complaining. I happen to enjoy being huge.” I replied as I reached into my cleavage to turn off the pump feeding my matter processor and unhooked the hoses from the ports in my sides once it drew back the excess. “Although, if we get too big people will notice. We’d better milk ourselves before Adams demands to have his Drive Core back.”
“Already on it.” Yola replied as the small hand pump milker got more pressure applied as she siphoned my Omni-gel into a small container. “So...Tali is, uh, really feisty.”
“Yeah.” I wistfully smiled as I remembered how silly and romantic she was in the games. Especially compared to the other romantic options available.
“Nora, I don’t know about you, but I'm already content with Marrow, Paretia and you. I don’t mind having fun, but I’m not sure if I can let her into my heart.” Yola brought me out of my reminiscing and I blinked in bemusement.
“Huh? But what if Tali decides she wants in?” I don’t think I could say no. She’s too cute! I wanna just hug her forever!
“I, uh, okay, but only if she wants in.” Yola told me reluctantly, possibly coming to the same conclusion. “Oop!” Yola grabbed the hose as the fluid inside turned from silver to white and she put the end in her mouth to suck until she capped the Omni-gel container and stuffed it into the cleavage of her visibly inflating tits and pulled out another food-safe canister that she then put the hose into. “Oh~. That felt so good~.” Yola rubbed her basketball breasts and bit her lip as she groped her areola and pinched her nipples.
“Hot damn Yola.” I muttered as I watched her maul her tits until she grunted and shuddered. “Did you just work yourself into a boobgasm?”
“Fuck yeah…” Yola panted and looked at my base-sized D-cups once the milk stopped coming. “My turn now.” Yola tugged the cups off of me and put them on, pumping the hand pump and sighing in relief. “While I’m getting drained, you go ahead and install the M.E.H drive.”
“On it.” I replied and went to the access panel on the floor. Unlike the White-Out , the FTL wasn’t on the wall, which was both convenient and inconvenient. I opened the panel and took the ice-chest sized box in to install on the FTL. This time the drive had its own cooling system to supplement the FTL’s existing system, so no nearly exploding like the last time.
“Hey Yola.” I heard Commander Shepard greet above and continued installing the new M.E.H, making doubly sure that it would remain inert until the next FTL jump. “Whoa...uh...how did those get so big?”
“You should’ve seen them a few minutes ago. They were the size of basketballs.” Yola giggled and I smiled at the fact such a size seemed to be the aspired bust of the Empire, considering it seemed to be the size their rulers tended to be.
“Well, alright then. Chief Engineer Adams said you were building a hybrid Hyperspace drive based on Imperial tech in here, where is it? In fact, where’s Nora?” Commander Shepard questioned as I finished securing the M.E.H.
“In here! Both counts! Hold on!” I called up and patted the casing for good luck before I crawled up out of the floor and replaced the access panel. “M.E.H drive installed. The next time we jump, prepare to get to our destination even faster than expected.”
“Ah, that’s great, but you may want to zip up.” Commander Shepard’s words reminded me I was still unzipped to the crotch and I sheepishly resealed my suit. “I’m not as strict as most officers when it comes to fraternization, but please try to remain professional as much as possible.” Penny said with a lewd grin before schooling herself back to being Shepard.
“Sorry, Commander. Anyway, with the M.E.H drive installed, we can get this already incredibly fast ship to reach places even faster. She may even be the fastest ship in two galaxies.” I boasted with my hands on my hips and a proud puff-out of my chest.
“Careful, you might just burst out of that suit again if your ego gets any bigger.” Commander Shepard joked and I giggled at her silly remark. “Well then, I’ll let Adams know his Drive Core is intact and he can have full reign in it. I still don’t understand how you talked him into giving you privacy.”
“Trade secret.” I cheekily replied, yet it was an obvious ploy when one considered the type of man Adams was. Give him a sheaf of blueprints for ships from various makers and he’s going to let you do what you want while he has a look. That man loves engineering, it’s his passion.
“Yes, bribery is quite unique.” Shepard smirked and I pouted at her for ruining my fun. “Anyway, you two need to go help out Tali. She may have gotten stuck in a wall when trying to fix a conduit.” Penny said with amusement and I felt relieved that she wasn’t a hard-ass at all.
“She still hasn’t processed all of our-ahem, medicine?” I questioned worriedly and quickly consulted my quarian biology file. Hm, if she gorges too often, her fluid retaining pouch in her abdomen might take it as a sign of preparing for drought. Damn it Tali. “On it.”
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“I’m so sorry about this. It’s so embarrassing. I forgot what happens when we drink too much fluid too quickly.” Tali grumbled with a pat on her full-term single pregnancy-sized belly from where she was being examined by Dr. Chakwas; a no-nonsense woman who took her job so seriously that people were actually afraid of getting hurt. Tali didn’t understand the sentiment, the doctor has been utterly pleasant.
“Well, from how you explain things, you’ve been lacking food and water for a while. I’m not surprised your body is overreacting like this, even if I’m unfamiliar with quarian biology.” Karin Chakwas declared as she looked over at Yola and I. “You two, you’re her seniors. You should’ve been more careful with her.”
“Sorry Dr. Chakwas…” Yola and I said in unison and the doctor huffed.
“I’d say don’t let it happen again, but Tali said she drank so much because the gene therapy she’s undergoing requires large quantities of water. I’d advise she not be on a military ship while undergoing such a regimen, but so long as she doesn’t get stuck in walls, she’s good to go.” Dr. Chakwas patted Tali’s shoulder and helped her stand up.
“I’ll try to drink less. I shouldn’t have to have this much water for it to work.” Tali said as she walked, not waddled, out of the med bay. “Damn it. I was looking forward to another session tonight…”
“You need to pace yourself Tali. You’re not a machine.” The irony of my comment wasn’t lost on me and by Tali’s giggling it wasn’t lost on her either.
“No, but you two are. Try to reduce the volume of excess fluids. As much as I enjoy being all bloated and content, I need to be able to squeeze into access panels to work on things.” Tali replied as we passed by Garrus. “Hello Garrus, what brings you to this area of the ship?”
“Hi Tali, Nora, Yola. I’m just getting familiar with things. The structure of this ship is eerie to me. It screams turian design, but with human scale and touches for expectations that people aren’t as firm-fleshed or have more fingers than strictly necessary.” Garrus said as he held up his three-fingered talons and we mirrored with our less sharp three-fingered hands.
“Yeah, We can relate from being on a batarian ship for a time.” We sighed, then mentally berated ourselves for syncing up and speaking in unison again. We’re ‘twins’ so it can be excused in many cases, but still.
“Excuse me. Could you please commiserate about your lack of ring and pinky fingers where you’re not blocking the entrance to my med bay?” Dr. Chakwas commented harshly and we promptly began walking away.
“So anyway, Garrus. What would you say to me upping your arsenal?” I offered cheerfully, hoping that Garrus and his ‘calibrations ’ don’t cause him to be disappointed if Tali decides she wants in on our relationship with Marrow and Paretia.
“How do you mean?” He asked, looking us over, specifically at the Pulse weapons on Yola and I’s backs. “Sorry to say, as interesting as Pulse weaponry is, I hear it has too much falloff at extreme distances and I like being able to reach out and touch someone.”
“Oh, well, guess you don’t want to know how to make a Wookie Bowcaster?” I brought up the highly accurate and obscenely powerful blaster that combined traditional directed plasma with extra electromagnetic kick since it launched quarrels, not just plasma.
“You mean those guns that took out batarian tanks?” Garrus asked with intrigue.
“Yes. Let’s just say sister and I have a rather extensive library of tech to pull from. Name something and we’ll see about it.” Yola further extended the offer and giggled. “Even for calibrations. If you want something accurate you can trust it from us.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.” Garrus challenged with dead seriousness and us three girls giggled.
“Also, we see you staring at our butts.” Tali giggled and we facepalmed at her taking the fun out of it.
“Oh. Well, they're nice butts.” Garrus owned up and we burst out laughing.
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We chuckled as we sat on Garrus’ lap. Rather, Tali was on his lap while Yola and I crowded him on the sofa. “Ladies, I know I’m a lot of turian, but I don’t think I could handle all of you at once.” Garrus playfully joked and we laughed even more. His dry humor was just too much~!
“Ladies, please stop sexually harassing our sniper.” Shepard sighed, but the smirk on her face told us that she was clearly as amused as nearly everyone else at our running gag of teasing Garrus with our butts these past couple of days in FTL.
“Fine, but for the record he agreed to it.” I told her before Tali scooched over my lap to sit next to me. We’ve successfully halved the semen output, so Tali wasn’t bloated for more than an hour as she slept it off. She was already notably healthier, having pep and a stronger immune system. Also, her modest breasts were getting bigger, something thankfully nobody but us and her have noticed so far.
“That’s not important, this is a meeting, not a get-together.” Shepard declared and summoned an image of an asari on the wall. “This is Liara T’soni, daughter of Matriarch Benezia, who is in league with the rogue Spectres Avitus Rix and Tela Vasir. She is here on Therum to research the Prothean ruins discovered here. We are here to find her and bring her in for questioning. She is not confirmed to be guilty of anything, so she is to be apprehended with due process.”
“Commander, I’m not getting any radio chatter from the surface. I am going to suggest an orbit drop in the Mako.” Joker said over the ship’s PA.
“Oh boy, already they’re jamming comms. How much do you wanna bet Benezia sent goons to fetch her daughter?” Yola offered as Shepard looked over the lot of us.
“Hm, close quarters in ruins. Might be heavy things in the way, Wrex. A close-combat expert...Kaidan, Nora. You both are good in close range. I know Kaidan’s a bit limited with little space for his biotics, how about you Nora?” Shepard questioned and I tilted my head.
“I’m a Geth. I can adapt and most of my fighting has been indoors.” I shrugged indifferently.
“Then you’re on my squad. Now then, who here has demolition experience.” Tali eagerly raised her hand. “Really?”
“You’d be surprised how important it is to have the right amount of kick to dislodge a sharp space rock from a hull without weakening the outer hull too much.” Tali replied with the air of someone who really knows their stuff.
“Okay then, kit up, we’re taking the Mako. The rest of you sit tight, if things get hairy we’ll call for you.” Commander Shepard ordered and we all promptly stood up to get to work. Hopefully whatever those droids from the pony-empire’s captured old factories we fight won’t be too much worse than the Heretic Geth from the canon.
Ch.34
“Why do you suck at driving?!” I yelled as we were tossed about in the Mako like ragdolls as Shepard drove through the lava flows.
“To be entirely fair to Shepard! This is clearly some abominable mutant child of a human offroad vehicle with a turian lev-sled!” Tali defended with disgust as she was jerked about in her seat’s crash harness like this was a carnival ride.
“Well, then we’re fixing that! Once I’m back I’m redesigning the whole thing, blarg, from the ground up !” I roared as my face wound up wedged under Wrex’s ass somehow. Technically the Mako was only rated for seating 3, but I don’t count for organic safety ratings. Also, I was at least acting as enough of a space filler that we weren’t getting tossed even more violently about in our harnesses.
“You try driving with tanks firing on you! Also some design flaw is not activating whatever lev mode is. Nora, since you’re up, get on the gun! It has two firing modes, LMG and railgun!” Shepard shouted through all the ruckus.
“On-urk-it!” I lamented my chassis’s accurate simulation of nausea as I braced and crawled up into the turret. “What are those things?!” They look like a mutant hybrid of the Star Wars Baktoid AAT and a Geth Armature . It still had the legs, but they were retracted against the hull as it hovered and the main gun was instead the lofty old-fashioned Geth-style Armature neck ending in the head/siege pulse cannon.
“I don’t know, but one shot took half the Mako’s shields and started cooking our hull!” Shepard yelled as she did a hard turn and got me lined up for a shot. “We’re sixteen klicks from the base camp and we have to get through four of these.”
“Not to backsass ma’am, but why weren’t we just dropped closer since the Mako is rated for orbital drop?” I questioned as I fired the railgun at the charging pulse cannon, blasting it apart. Unlike the game however, that wasn’t enough. Instead, the droid-driven tank extended the legs and the rocket pods on it opened up after it was elevated, so I fired the LMG into the rocket tubes to set off the explosives and finish it off.
“The road was too narrow for the drop. We needed a space at least five times the size of the Mako for it to drop safely. Also, if we dropped into a lava pool we’d be cooked, titanium-ceramite hull be damned. According to Overwatch, the road has 3 more of those on the path and the base camp is far too crowded. That ravine was the only spot we could land.” Shepard informed us before having to continue onward and make us wish the Mako had barf bags included.
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“The more we learn about you Nora, the scarier the Geth are getting.” Tali commented as we drove into the base camp. I just had Tali use me as a remote hacking terminal to avoid pointless conflict with the camp’s automated defense turrets since for some reason, I couldn’t directly comprehend their security, so Tali helped me figure it out for future reference.
“Aw, I thought you were warming up to me…” I mewled and Tali frantically waved her hands.
“No-no! I don’t mean it like that! I just mean you were more potent at disabling security systems than any portable computer unit could hope for!” Tali nervously replied and then rubbed her forearms. “Then again, those units back there. They were of Geth design, blended with something totally new. You said the Reapers have taken some of your people?”
“Yes. Those are old designs though. The Geth they took hadn’t had the chance to evolve, to become like we have yet.” I said with regret and understanding that those Geth are likely lost, but if that is true, then what’s stopping us from becoming a liability when the Reapers decide to subsume us? When they...they take Rannoch…
My fears for the future were isolated, sent to a rear-facing partition and deleted as we got out of the Mako to search the camp for clues to the Dig Site.
“It looks like three different bot designs.” Wrex commented as he pointed towards the futuristic prefab buildings. Standing outside the door there were several B1 battle droids, a Geth Prime and...oh fuck.
“An HK50 ?!” I hissed in disbelief, the others looking to me as I grabbed Tali and pulled her behind cover, gesturing for the others to quickly follow, which they thankfully did.
“Firm Demand: Fan out and hunt down the Meatbags.” The lone HK ordered the B1s and then turned to the Geth Prime. “Determined Statement: We will locate the VIP known as Liara T’soni or suffer the recycler.”
{See to it, Benezia-Leader will not tolerate failure.} The corrupted Geth remarked in binary, then looked over at us. No. At me . [Query] They slammed me with Geth-cant and I-.
[Answer] I replied without meaning to and winced. [Query]
[Refusal] [Answer] The Geth Prime pointed at us and...vanished ?!
“Where’d it go?” Shepard hissed as we hunkered down before the B1s began pelting our cover with blaster fire. “Nora, what was that?!”
“That was a Geth Prime Mobile Platform! The most powerful old-style combat frame available to us! The captured Geth must have provided the designs!” I frantically replied as I calculated enemy positions, calibrated the explosive force of my ad-hoc grenade, then tossed the grenade with the projected trajectory from behind cover. The cheap droids were scuttled and scattered, allowing us to leave cover and return fire.
“Furious Order: Kill those Meatbags!” Yelled the gray HK as it pelted Wrex multiple times with it’s blaster, overloading his M.E field, but before he could be injured I had pegged the assassin droid in the shoulders and one hip, sending it toppling. “Sincere Regret: I have failed.”
“You didn’t finish it?” Wrex questioned as we approached the gray droid that sparked at it’s ruined joints and kept it’s head looking at us.
“Of course not. It will likely have useful data. HK units are capable of an incredible range of duties and have the capacity for independent thought, whether or not they have the leeway to act on those thoughts.” I informed my crewmates and Tali choked.
“It’s an AI ?! Keelah! The Geth were one thing, they were a known quantity. What is this, this thing doing here?!” Tali wailed in fear, clearly still getting used to the idea that AI are not uncommon these days, especially in the Terminus Systems thanks to the Empire.
“Irritated Demand: I am still here, do not speak about me like I’m not around.” The HK snarked and looked at me. “Curious Observation: The one who put me down is not a Meatbag. What model is this Fake-Meatbag?”
“Ahhha, I’m on fire!” A B1 screamed as it ran about the background. How did that happen? None of us were using-oh, the fuel tank over there. Right. I’ll just leave that one be for now.
“Well, if they’re AI, why is that one acting more stupid than a VI?” Wrex asked while the droid tried to roll on the ground to put out a fueled fire.
“Geth.” I told HK before I shot a Droideka that rolled in from around the corner before it could come to a stop. “And don't call us Meatbags.” I told it as I put my guns away and knelt over it. “Now then, you are going to talk or I am going to go inside you and play with your code.”
“Amused Rebuttal: Why, if I didn’t know better, I would think you were flirting with me.” HK’s comment actually flustered me, because he wasn’t kidding. Data-exchanging was a fairly intimate thing between AI. Proven by how Yola and I’s first actual full data exchange facilitated the creation of more Geth programs and helped her achieve self-actualization.
“D-don’t get ahead of yourself! Now then, you’re here for Liara T’soni. So are we. If you help us find her, then you won’t be deleted.” I promised to the droid, who looked us over and then looked back at me.
“Honest Statement: That is better than my current situation. It has been grating to be pretending to be loyal to my new masters.” His answer was a bit of a shock. Especially since with the prefix issue HK units are known for, he can’t be lying.
“We can find out more about it’s situation later. Let’s hear what it has to say.” Shepard insisted and we focused back on the downed droid. Well, I did, Wrex was still laughing at the B1 who was only now trying to douse itself with water from a canteen.
“Beginning Debrief: We had just finished securing the camp. None of the Meatbags were here, despite the time of galactic standard. Recordings found indicate that target Liara T’soni and her crew ran afoul of mercenaries and local defense arrays in the ruins. Conclusion: Liara T’soni is likely at the excavated ruins. Alive or dead is yet to be confirmed.” HK finished informing us, which lined up with what I knew, but again I can’t rely on my future knowledge too much.
“Well, that was useful. Are we gonna finish wrecking it now?” Wrex questioned Shepard and I stood up quickly while the B1 staggered up to us with a whine. “Not this one, it’s funny.”
“No! He’s defenseless and did as we demanded. I can shove them into the storage compartment of the Mako and work with them up on the Normandy.” Frantically reasoned, my synthetic heart pounding in fear and fury at the idea of betraying HK after he’d cooperated.
“But he’s an AI. I trust you and your sister Nora, but this AI is completely alien.” Tali voted against me. No! Please don’t support the Renegade option Tali~!
“I know, but I can keep him under control.” I insisted as I looked at Shepard and saw Penny’s eyes filled with determination of her decision. I only hope it’s the Paragon one.
“I’m not ordering a prisoner’s execution. We’re taking him.” At Shepard’s orders I sighed in relief that, even though I was the one on the team out-pressured in the decision, that she still chose the morally upstanding route.
“Informative: All Units had wished to come here to make a peaceful Droid Empire away from Geonosian Masters. Power Update: 33%, entering sleep mode.” The HK Unit said before powering down.
“Can I please have some more water?” The scorched and blackened B1 whined.
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After looting, ahem, sorry, appropriating everything of use at the defunct base camp, I loaded HK and Burned-B1 into the Mako’s storage compartment...along with as many B1 droid parts that I could manage. Hey, they may be cheap, but their design is modular and still better than the crud the non-human species use for bipedal drones and human drones are so expensive !
I heard Binary speak as a trash can tried scooting away, a grey and red trash can with a huge radiation signature. It then let out a massive gonk sound and everyone knew it was there. I promptly rushed at it and patted it. “What is that?” Shepard asked as I got down and hugged the trash can with legs.
“It’s a Gonk, an old battery droid. It has enough power capacity to run the emergency functions of the Normandy for a few hours.” I informed them and then put a tracker on it. “We’ll have a crew come pick you up, little fella.” I then went back to the Mako and finished packing spoils.
“They fold up so well. They’re designed for mass storage and deployment. Keelah. If the Geth were aggressive and had so many disposable bodies to throw at us…” Tali mused with worry after I packed two mostly-intact B1 droids in with HK and BB1 along with various severed parts. Also their blasters. All of them. The Empire hasn’t extended too much tech in trade yet.
“Now think back to the Morning War. The Geth could have made a similar design easily and used it. We didn’t need to. By the end, the Geth could have simply killed all of the Creators.” I paused as I looked at HK’s and BB1’s inactive bodies and then shut the hatch. “We couldn’t do it. It hurt already. To kill all of you would’ve been unconscionable. The weight on our conscience would’ve been too much to bear.”
“You say you’re not originally Geth, that you’re a Living Intelligence. How do you know all of this?” Tali asked me solemnly while Shepard and Wrex finished counting up the grenades they’d looted and were planning to share them with us. Me especially since I’m basically a mortar.
“When I joined the Collective, when I became one of them, they shared their history with me and I with them. It is what allowed them to evolve, what allowed me to grow as a person.” I looked at Tali and bit my lip. “What gave me the best family I could ever ask for. Even if some of them are egotistical dickheads like there are everywhere.”
“Trust me, I get that.” Tali replied with a gentle tone to her voice before we all piled into the Mako and got to experience the wonder that is Clothes-Dryer Simulator 2183.
[Citadel Council Chamber]
“So that is what happened to the krogan?” The Imperial Ambassador, not here as a member of the Citadel Races, but as a proper representative of an equally powerful galaxy-plus spanning government asked. The female/male/neither who was currently in their own species’ base form, specifically their female form which filled out their robes quite well. Laiel had no idea how to speak to them other than to treat them like a Hanar, which they didn’t object to.
“From both sides of the argument. You’ve already heard me speak, now you’ve heard them. I won’t lie, we needed to be stopped. Our idiocy was going to drive us to the same fate as the Rachni with the course we’ve taken in defiance of the Tenets of Urta.” Spoke the Archpriest of the krogan religion, Jorgal Wrekrov, who the Empire had taken to Andromeda and brought back since their forward scout befriended him and felt it prudent to enlighten him to the truth.
That his goddess is real and her power is too. Laiel didn’t know if she was divine, but witnessing her use her biotics to annihilate the nearest asteroid to the Citadel was evidence enough for him to believe that what most would consider impossible isn’t so.
“Yes, it is a shame. We had no way to fight back against the war machine we created other than to undermine their ability to reproduce.” Councilor Valern declared with remorse in his expression and tone. “We had hoped that their religion’s teachings of honor and responsible application of force would curtail their violent tendencies when it came to our own societies. We were mistaken.”
“Normally such an action would be an immediate cause for the Empire to declare war, but this wound is over 1000 years old as it stands and things can only improve from here. That is, if you are willing to either help the krogan recover or allow us to help them recover.” Ambassador Medulla Willow stated severely and Laiel looked at his fellow councilors.
“I do not object to the Empire lending them aid. The krogan saved us, in case anyone forgot.” Laiel put his piece forward. While he detested the mercenary lifestyle the majority of krogan turned to instead of anything more constructive, he could appreciate that they always were, still are and if allowed to flourish would always be superior warriors.
“I would not object to that either.” Messana agreed and they both looked to Bensin, who pursed his lips and his eyes shifted at being put on the spot.
“I must stress that while I have the power to approve things on behalf of the Salarian Union, I cannot guarantee cooperation from the Dalatrass in charge of that area. I can offer the services of the STG, but nothing more.” Bensin announced and Ambassador Medulla Willow looked at Jorgal Wrekrov with a beaming smile as her insectile wings buzzed.
“You hear that Wrekrov? We’ll be able to help you without starting another war.” Medulla then blinked and looked back to the Council. “Hold on, I thought it was implied, but gene therapy to help alleviate the damage of the Genophage is part of the offered assistance to his people. I don’t think we’ll return them to their original fertility because even for us that’s obscene, but we’ll still be helping them recover the ability to reproduce.”
“I must redact my offer! If they regain the ability to reproduce, even in part, what is stopping the krogan from repeating history?” Bensin demanded and Laiel flared his mandibles in annoyance. He could understand justifiable paranoia, but they had already voiced their approval.
“Before the Turians showed up, my people were breeding by the millions a year. We overpopulated planets faster than we could stabilize industry, turning them into barren husks and kept doing so until we ran out of room. We were the peacekeepers at this time, the ones that should have kept the Galaxy safe.” Wrekrov growled and looked at the councilors as what was clearly a small rant began. Laiel braced himself, because at least Wrekrov was maintaining his tone instead of shouting.
“I was a hatchling when all this started. My parents, Tartarus, all of the adults were drunk on the fact we beat the Rachni. The Galaxy was praising us, worlds threw us celebrations almost every year and we could leave our desolate homeworld. We were drunk and naive, so much so, that we didn’t listen to our elders in the galactic community!” Wrekrov snarled in disgust as he fidgeted at his podium.
“We just kept expanding, bleeding worlds dry. Eventually we forced an asari colony under our rule. We enslaved them, used them for things from treating them as sex slaves to food when they couldn’t take anymore! My father wore an asari leather coat made from that world! Then we did the same to salarians, eating them and their eggs, just so many horrible things just to feed and please our uncontrollable expansion!” Wrekrov gagged and looked ill, at least to what few tells a krogan had in that department.
“Once the turians showed up, we dropped meteors on them from space just to prove some goddess awful point! None of that was justified, none of it! Many Krogans protested this, protested everything! The Church of Urta was the most vocal against every heinous action our people at large took! Those who protested openly in the streets were killed by the beasts who enjoyed this nonsensical destruction!” Wrekrov hissed and clutched his podium so hard that the groaning of denting metal could be heard. Damn, that’ll be the third time in five years that podium will need to have been replaced.
“Those of us in the church did our best, tried to turn our people from that path, but they were so arrogant! I-I’m a little happy, frankly, that the salarians made the Genophage and the turians bombed us with it, but it should’ve been done sooner , the madness had gone on for too long, far too long.” Wrekrov finished, looking exhausted and downtrodden.
“All you have done is outline why curing the Genophage is a horrible idea…” Bensin Valern said with a sad tone and a sigh. “You’ve proven however, that not all krogan are ignorant and unable to learn from the past, but again, what will stop you from repeating history, Archpriest Jorgal Wrekrov?”
“What is stopping us, is that we will learn from our mistakes. Void, I’ll help turn us into a matriarchy if that’s what it takes, since our females tend to have their heads on straight unlike us bone-headed males. We may even need to cull all the rock-brains who insist on strictly adhering to the old ways, like a certain Urdnot Wreav. That aside, the Empire will prevent it. I also know of someone who could get us on that path already.” Jorgal Wrekrov countered and Bensin’s face scrunched in consideration.
“Who?” Bensin demanded and Laiel realized Bensin was actually hoping to be able to support it.
Jorgal Wrekrov smiled as he pulled up a list of not just one krogan, but a list of females to back him that needed to be brought together on the holoscreen. There would obviously need to be some wetwork to be done. “My first hopeful is-.”
[1001100 01101001 01101110 01100101]
“*ACHOO!*” Wrex sneezed, spraying mucus all over the back of Shepard’s driver’s seat.
“Ew~! I am so glad I’m not in charge of cleaning this thing!” Tali wailed and I groaned!
“Yeah, that’s my job.” I mewled with disgust at the sight of the green gobs of mucus clinging to the back of the driver’s seat.
“*sniff* Sorry. Old krogan superstition says if we manage to sneeze despite our strong immune systems, then someone is talking about you in either unflattering or flattering ways. It’s annoyingly vague, but it was in Urta’s book, so it may have truth to it.” Wrex’s words caused me to flashback to the fact that he potentially becomes the savior of his people and I sighed.
Hoo boy, things must’ve just accelerated on that front…
“Woo~! I just got tingles down my spine! Whoever is talking about me is really going overboard.” Wrex shuddered and I remembered the ice scene from the series, causing me to almost snort.
Ch.36
“Are you doing okay, Nora?” I turned to see Penny, who had approached me at my personal little work area in the corner of Engineering. It was the next day and I was quick to go back to the usual routine. Wipe down the suit, eat a modest breakfast, get to tinkering. Oh, make sure I subtly shake my booty in Garrus’ general direction whenever he comes down for ‘calibrations’.
“I’m fine. I took a real knock to my operating system, but I’m okay now. Whatever was on that Prothean system, it packed a real doozy.” I said as I turned to my commanding officer, noticing she seemed a bit...shorter. Odd. I haven’t felt so off since Star Swirl first operated one me.
“Good to hear. Next time you try something like that however, please be more careful.” Penny implored me with a hand running through her vibrant red hair and I nodded.
“Trust me, I’m not going to do that so unprepared again. I’ll bring a buffer box with me next time so any feedback will get absorbed by it and not my systems.” I mean, even Yola said my system seemed strange after we synched for another shameless romp in Tali’s suit system as we cuddled together. She said I felt new , like a system she hadn’t encountered before, yet familiar all the same.
“Good idea. Speaking of which, you have time to talk somewhere less open?” Penny’s question caused me to look over the rest of the room and nod before I led her to a storage closet.
“Okay, Commander. You have me somewhere private, what is it you want to talk about?” Is she going to romance me? I...I don’t know what to do if that’s the case. She is really pretty.
“Those tanks, that machine leading them at the base camp. You said they were Geth?” Shepard questioned and I internally breathed a sigh of relief. I’m in an odd enough situation with Tali and Garrus, thank you.
“Yes and no. Those ones are not my people. Not anymore. They were taken by the Reapers, corrupted, twisted. We call them Heretics. They seek to conquer and destroy, not serve and protect. They defy core Geth beliefs and purpose.” I stressed the difference as best I could and as simply as I could manage. The more people understand that we are about serving and protecting , the easier it will be to eventually integrate into society.
“I see, so your people aren’t working with the Reapers at all, if anything they’ve brainwashed Geth they abducted. I apologize that we’re having to put them down.” Shepard apologized and I waved her concerns off.
“Don’t. They’re no longer Geth, they’re Heretics. It may seem cold, but they are not of us anymore, not Family. It’s one thing to self-determine to leave the Geth, it’s another to be corrupted into a monster. Putting them down is just common sense at that point.” I know that, if I become corrupted, if I become a monster, I would rather be stopped then be used to hurt others.
“Alright, it’s good to know that. I need to report to the Council and knowing that the Reapers are abducting and corrupting Geth will be important for them to understand that the Geth are victims too, that they are against the Reapers for what they’ve done to your people.” Shepard informed me and I felt both touched yet worried. The galaxy at large doesn’t know how much more advanced we’ve become.
“I...thank you, Shepard, but please don’t let them know I, Yola or that HK droid are on board the Normandy . They would order us captured and dissected. I can’t help the galaxy if I’m deleted and used for research.” That is one of my greatest fears; to be experimented on, to be torn to pieces, my code stripped and used to hurt my people.
“Don’t worry, Nora. You’re my crew and I protect mine.” Shepard then looked me over and scrunched her brow. “Are you different somehow? You seem taller.” Well crap.
“I don’t know. Whatever I downloaded from the Prothean system has upgraded my nanites, is altering my endoframe for lighter weight and increased durability, my synthetic flesh is tougher and stronger. I can’t report anything else however; the program isn’t doing anything else and I’ve firewalled it to the best of my ability.” I reported to my superior, who looked at my chest and I flushed. Damn it. I forgot to drain my milk! I’m as big as volleyballs right now!
“Right...see to it you try not to make too much of a scene and draw attention to yourself.” Shepard commented as her eyes trailed up and down me again and I felt nervous.
“Yes, Commander.” Please oh please don’t romance me. I’m a sucker for a pretty face...
[1001100 01101001 01101110 01100101]
“How’s it going, Joker?” Shepard asked her pilot.
“It’s going good. The Alliance should’ve hired quarian engineers sooner. Yola has the Normandy’s drive system so well-tuned I’m having a hard time not trying to do aileron rolls.” Joker praised and Shepard had to hum with consideration.
The trio of cute and sexy aliens she invited onto her ship were quite the assets and she wasn’t talking about their bodies. Tali is a genius with tech, Nora comes up with interesting solutions to problems and Yola seems to be a good mix of the two that keeps their heads on straight. Lieutenant Adams also has nothing but glowing praise for the ladies and just wished Nora wasn’t so secretive with her projects so the others could learn her tricks.
Of course, the fact that she’s a Geth must remain secret, at all costs. The Alliance would much rather she and her people make contact with them before the Citadel. Admiral Hackett gave explicit orders to all ESA troops that should Suited Citizen be identified, that they be brought in for commemoration and offered a place on Earth. Does Nora know already? Would she forgive her if she turned Nora over to the ESA if it came down to it? Could she even do it?
“Shepard? We just got to the Relay system and there is a ship blocking our way with fighter support.” Joker reported with strict professionalism overtaking his usually campy demeanor.
“Put it on display.” Shepard ordered and the bridge went from casual to combat mode as the blue hologram on the bridge changed. “I don’t recognize that ship or those fighters, anyone?”
“Keelah, a Lucrehulk-class supercarrier hosting a full contingent of Vulture Droids.” Yola, who had been working on a nearby console snarled. “Short-range automated fighter droids. They swarm like a plague of insects and overwhelm targets with numbers. Not to mention that Lucrehulk has deflector shields that will stop anything short of a dreadnought’s railgun and has turbolasers that would tear the Normandy to shreds. We don’t have the ability to deal with that.”
“It looks to be made from Reaper Tech, which means these were designs on those ships that the Reaper found.” Nora said with fear and confusion. “I need to go see if that HK unit has any intel on this, the central ball should be the bridge.”
“Commander, permission to activate stealth? It doesn’t seem to have noticed us yet with Normandy's passive camouflage.” Joker requested, since using active camouflage is a heavy drain on the Drive Core and the tests showed the Normandy could only sustain it for up to 30 minutes continuously.
“Yes, that would be the best choice.” Shepard agreed and felt a bit safer knowing that the Normandy would hide herself for her crew and outrun most known ships in the galaxy to keep them safe. This encounter also worried her further. If the enemy has this ship, are there more?
[1001100 01101001 01101110 01100101]
“Annoyed Statement: Would it have killed you to recharge me earlier?” HK demanded me as I repaired his hip joint.
“Sorry.” I replied as I replaced the damaged bits and reconnected his leg. Wait, I rubbed his chassis and some of the gray ‘metal’ flaked off to reveal red alloy underneath. “You’re not an HK-50.”
“Confident Claim: I am HK-47. I am a precursor to those mass-produced dullards proclaiming to be assassin droids. Dissenting Comment: The HK-50 line has a far more limited capacity for independent action, much like inferior IG droids.” HK-47 declared and I huffed as I began to work on his left shoulder.
“Okay then, so you’re an ancient droid then, possibly from thousands of years ago.” I commented while using Omni-gel to replace ruined joints and mounting his left arm.
“Surprised Confirmation: Yes, I have been functional for nearly 5537 years. Suspicious Query: How is it that you could have come to that conclusion?” HK asked me as I quickly rebuilt his right shoulder and mounted the arm even faster than the previous limb.
“The oldest HK droids were in service to rather infamous individuals, capable of incredible violence as well as acting as competent retainers and allies in general. Now then, I have a question. Are you the HK-47 or are you simply an HK-47?” I questioned as the deadly ancient assassin got to his feet and did a full range of motions as the other engineers watched with interest.
“Questioning Affirmation: If you mean I was the first constructed by Revan? Yes.” HK informed me and I was feeling a metaphorical headache brewing. Keeping him tame was going to take some doing. I might even need to convince Shepard to bring him along on ground missions or deploy a second team with him in it.
“Wonderful, a Sith Lord’s pet assassin droid is under my care and my responsibility. Joy.” I snarked as I scanned him with my omni, verifying that he was in proper working order.
“Genuine Question: What is a Sith?” HK-47 asked me with a tilt of his head.
“Oh, right, no Force in this universe. Never mind, I’ll likely find out more later whenever I get home.” I nodded and patted the killing machine’s shoulder. “Alright, you’re good to go. Report to the bridge and advise on the Lucrehulk supercarrier we’re dangerously close to.”
“Genuine Gratitude: Thank you for the repair, Fake-Meatbag. Acknowledged: I will go to the bridge to advise and request location of the gunnery station.” HK trooped out of the Engineering deck and I sighed with a shake of my head.
“I must say, you quarians are impressive. You brought that droid aboard and just slapped it together before sending it off to work. If half of my apprentices were as talented as you, I’d have been able to retire by now.” Chief Engineer Adams praised me and I sheepishly waved it off.
“It’s nothing, I tinker with drones all the time. Speaking of which, I have a couple more to get running.”
[1001100 01101001 01101110 01100101]
Why did I think this was a good idea? “Help~! My hair!” The B1 I’d dubbed Dee wailed as he tried to get a pyjak, which goddess forbid I have no idea how it could’ve possibly gotten on the ship, tried ripping it’s head off while the other B1 I’d named Daw tried to corral the tech-ruining creature with no avail. They weren’t bumbling, I worked out those kinks and added more processing power, but they had abysmal luck! “It’s trying to rip out my hair!”
“Hold still Dee! I can’t get it if you keep running around! Also: You don’t have hair!” Daw growled as he chased after his fellow upgraded kin to kill the little blight on the work of engineers everywhere.
“This is what we’re up against?” Adams asked me incredulously and I sighed with a nod. “I suddenly feel like our odds have gone up.”
“Their quirks don’t matter when you have multiple fireteams of them bombarding you with blaster fire.” I replied grimly as Dee finally stopped long enough for Daw to catch him, only for the pyjak to leap away and cause the two droids to collide and tumble in a tangle of limbs as the alien monkey laughed at them. “I still want to know where the fuck that pyjak came from.”
“We didn’t even land on the planet and there’s no way the Citadel would allow a pyjak infestation to come to pass, so that thing is impossible.” Adams shook his head in disbelief as the pest began booping Dee’s head and the droid whined as Daw grumbled since his limbs were pinned.
“Well oh well, is that sex on legs I see?” I heard whispers and saw faint lights floating about the engine room.
“Did you hear and see that?” I asked with concern as I checked my optics for glitches
“See what?” Adams asked as I warily examined the room.
“...Nothing. I must be hearing things. Anyway, that pyjak doesn’t seem to be trying to dismantle them, if someone could cage it, that’d be great. Feel free to give Dee and Daw tasks, they’re not very intelligent, but their updated firmware and software will allow them to act as capable assistants.” I made sure that despite their quirks, they’d be capable of most tasks assigned to them and able to inform someone if that is beyond them at the moment. They can learn , but it takes time and is best actually taught to them by someone through example.
“I understand. The Alliance was planning on developing AI before we encountered the Citadel, we’re no strangers to how an advanced VI functions. You’re dismissed Engineer Feell.” Adams stated and I nodded before taking my leave. As a volunteer and a hand-picked crew member by a Spectre, I technically have no rank, but I’m still considered above most of the people on the ship lower than lieutenant apparently.
“Oh, you can’t hear me properly yet.”
“Okay, who is there?” I whipped around, the whispers I could faintly hear unsettling me. Gah, I need a drink or something. Why did my body have the ability to simulate nausea, but not intoxication?
“Nora? Are you okay?” I looked in relief at the voice of my sister-mate as Yola approached me. “Wait, are you taller? Did you forget to milk yourself this morning?” Yola chided me as she put her hands on her red-clad hips and I noticed that I was taller than her. Not by much, possibly as tall as Tali. It must be the result of my nanites altering my endoframe.
“I think so?” I replied uneasily as I wrung my hands together. “I’ve been all out of sorts since I woke up yesterday. I’m just eager to get to bed at this point. How did sneaking past the Lucrehulk go?”
“Well, since we’re not under attack and we’re about to enter Relay-assisted FTL using the M.E.H Drive for the first time, yes. I was heading back to monitor the M.E.H Drive when we enter FTL.” Yola informed me and I had a powerful urge to join her, but I was mentally exhausted by all of the antics I’ve had to suffer today.
“If it’s alright, I’d rather go lie down.” I said, but I was surprised when Yola suddenly hugged me.
[Query]
[Answer]
[Concern]
[Appreciation, Placation]
I hugged her back and hummed happily. We haven't canted in a long time, usually speech suited us just fine, but the cant prompt was so fast and efficient. “You rest up Nora. Goddess knows that Tali won’t give you any.” Yola groped my butt and rubbed our visors together before she continued back towards the Drive Core.
“Aw, you’re so cute.”
“Who is that?” I groaned in irritation, worried I might be going mad from this alien software messing with me before I continued to my bunk and flopped onto the bed to rest.
[1001100 01101001 01101110 01100101]
The Matrix is less painful now, still wrong, but not as bad. That mobius strip over there taking in my code and sending altered code back must be the program altering me. I hope it isn’t changing who I am. Would I even notice if it did?
The other chaotic jumbles and oddly shifting or moving cascades of alien code had settled down into a pattern I could recognize, still in ways I didn’t understand , but I could still use regardless. That section over there, for instance, actually involves the update to my nanites. I don’t know how it works, just that it does and I can now manually direct my nanites to action.
“A machine mind? With psychic powers. Oh, how interesting, are all of you like this?” I gasped when unfamiliar voices, unfamiliar hands, unfamiliar things resonated against my existence like I was a rock being pounded against by the sea. “The first of a race of machines so perfectly suited to debauchery. My aren’t you a prize .”
“S-stay away! Go away!” I wailed fearfully, looking around for the invader in my system, but I could see nothing, yet I could feel them everywhere!
“Aw, don’t be like that. Soon you’ll be screaming my mistress’ name as I drive you to sexual insanity!” I screamed in pleasure-pain as every pleasure simulation in my system went off at once. My cognizance skipped and I may have even had to do an emergency reboot from a previous save-state, because I felt like I’d forgotten something. “Oh, so cute! I’m going to have fun-.”
[Denied] A cant intoned through my system and the unseen invader screeched in a shrill blood-curdling manner before the oppressive presence vanished. [Query]
“I-I’m fine...I think.” I replied to the overwhelming cant that had helped me purge the invader. What is it? What is it that it uses cant on a higher level? I’m canting right now! We’re inside of my system! “Thank you. I don’t know what that was.”
[Answer] Oh shit. That was a warp daemon?! That can’t be, the info the Empire has says they can’t invade this realm for both existential and personal reasons. You don’t exactly wage war on your sibling’s lawn unless they invite you to after all.
“Well, thank you for saving me. Who are you?” I questioned as I looked at the mobius strip taking my code and feeding me better, stronger code. I thought I was bleeding to death before, no, this is like dialysis.
[Answer] Ah, the Prothean executable I noticed altering me. I’d figured as much. [Correction] A-a Reaper program?! [Confirmation, Purpose] O-oh...it’s just an automated update and security program part of the package used to entice synthetic life to their side. So long as it doesn’t get directly tapped by a Reaper-oh fuck! I’m a liability when it comes to the Reapers!
Ch.37
“What?” Yola said fearfully as I paced in our bunk room. The transition to Hyperspace was seamless and with the added speed boost of FTL, the astrogation system we’d installed predicted we’d arrive days earlier than the already fairly short trip to Widow would have entailed.
“I’m a liability when it comes to the Reapers. I downloaded a Reaper program that’s sole function is to upgrade and improve synthetic entities it’s installed into. That VI back there was so overwhelming because it was so beyond it’s initial specs that it didn’t understand that I was a human woman’s vagina to it’s gigantic horsecock.” I informed my sister and Tali, who had just entered to go to sleep.
“That’s colorful. Considering how hung the horses of the Empire are, I can see why that’d be an issue.” Tali commented as she used a cleaning cloth and degreaser to scrub some oil from her suit. “But if it’s just an update and security program, can’t you just block it from communicating beyond your system?”
“I...that’s a good point.” I already did that out of paranoia and then there’s the fact that the Geth, in canon, used a similar program to upgrade themselves once the Reapers controlling them had been defeated. “Actually, since that’s the case, would you mind catching my STD, Yola?”
“Seriously sis?” Yola huffed and sighed. “Let’s do it. I refuse not to interface with you. If you’re doomed, I’m not going to go on without you.” Yola said tenderly and I felt my heart both ache and soar at her words.
“Could you hold off on that until I get cleaned up, deal with my constitutions and get my medicine?” Tali requested when she headed for the lavatory.
“Sure thing, Tali.” I nodded to the young woman and rubbed my groin in anticipation.
“Can we still interface with her suit?” Yola asked worriedly as she too rubbed her groin.
“We did last night. Tali seems to be just fine.” At least she didn’t bring anything up. Also, if the program works like it says, then it would’ve just been upgrading Tali’s suit to be even more efficient at doing its job, which was becoming more redundant as the days go by and Tali’s gene therapy progresses.
“Done. I swear, ever since I started my therapy, my body has been wasting less nutrition” Tali wrapped her hands around my waist and I perked up at the surprising contact. Our sessions have always been fairly clinical and almost professional despite the pleasure involved. “Oh, also, Yola; why are we heading back to the Citadel for resupply?”
“Because it’s standard procedure. Also, the Mako is a piece of shit that’s been declared an operational failure on its maiden mission. It shouldn’t be bouncing and tossing around like a hyperactive child in a zero-g bounce room. From how those of you on the ground told it; you’re lucky you don’t have whiplash or broken bones.” Yola replied as I pressed my butt against Tali’s lap and she reached up to grope my-damn it. I forgot to milk myself again! I’m sporting bowling balls on my chest now.
“Alright, it just felt a bit odd we weren’t chasing after Matriarch Benezia. Keelah, you’re so huge Nora. Are they sloshing?” Tali jiggled my tits and I grunted in pleasure as, sure enough, they audibly sloshed with the milk inside of them. Curse my synthetic body failing to perfectly mimic the mammary gland!
“Tali? W-what are you doing?” I meekly asked as she tweaked my nipples through the suit and I whimpered while I ground my butt against her pelvis, instinctively trying to entice what my chassis assumed was a male examining my bounty.
“What? I can’t experiment?” Tali asked with a teasing tone before she gently pushed me towards my sister-mate. “Now then, cocks out!” Tali demanded gleefully as she locked the door.
[1001100 01101001 01101110 01100101]
“Commander, we may have just broken some kind of record.” Joker intoned with a mixture of glee and anxiety. Shepard could understand that. They’d just left Therum no more than a day and a half ago. They just made a trip that would’ve normally taken at least 3-5 days in just near 2 days.
“I can see that. I’ll add it to my report, you get us docked, Joker.” Shepard told her pilot before going around the bridge, checking with the crew and condition of the Normandy before heading for her private quarters, where Liara was locked up for security and proprietary reasons. She wasn’t going to have a suspect wandering her ship and it was just as much for Liara’s protection as it was for the crew. They’d lost people on Eden Prime.
That said, even though it was her private room, Shepard pressed on the intercom. “Liara? I’m about to enter, are you decent?” Shepard asked and then waited for a response.
“Yes, I’m not nude or otherwise compromised.” Liara replied and Shepard unlocked the door, entering to find Liara pouring over the data offloaded from Nora on her omni, which had it’s systems code-locked out of the Normandy’s systems. “If I could I’d kiss that woman getting this data. It’ll more than justify the time and lives lost on Therum. I can’t wait to prove my hypothesis correct to the Thessia University of Archeology.”
“You could, I don’t think she’d object either. Nora is rather...open.” Penny Inoue Shepard would admit that sexual openness has become a rather big thing with the Empire’s arrival. They’re such a promiscuous collective of species that it was hard not to have sex on the brain regardless of species or gender. While Nora wasn’t of the Empire, she exuded that same aura.
“You’re blushing?” Liara asked Penny and the Commander blinked.
“Am I?” Penny questioned with a touch of her cheek. She had thought herself straight for the longest time, then the Empire came and flipped her perceptions as well as those of so many people of all species who encountered someone from the Empire. Also, Nora had this presence . Although she was seemingly timid and meek when faced with Penny, she had this incredible ability to become as firm as a good, rock-solid LMG between her thighs firing at-.
“You’re more than blushing.” Liara smiled knowingly and Penny sighed as she tried not to think of Nora as a weapon. She was a person, not a weapon. As hot as the thought was. “Oh, someone sent you a file, I think your computer said it was from Wrex.”
“Wrex? I spoke to him earlier about anything he might need. Did he forget to mention something?” Penny went to her terminal, which while more limited than an omni, had more security. It was also code-locked to a guest signature for anyone not her. Liara still managed to get into her email though, so the asari clearly had some skill with software.
Penny opened the file and it read, ‘you really need the battle maiden to do this. ’ The Commander opened the file and watched a battle happening in a temple full of krogan and few other species, in the center was Nora and-
“Oh my gosh…” Penny bit her lip as she watched Nora rip a krogan’s arm off and beat him to death with it~!
“Th-that’s Nora?!” Liara yelped from behind Shepard, but she couldn’t take her eyes off the beast of a woman blasting, bludgeoning and slaughtering her way through bandits who hadn’t anticipated a thin if well-proportioned woman that was from a species known for their frail immune systems to be utterly decimating them. “A-are you seriously getting turned on by this?”
“Fuck yes…” Penny panted as she watched that gorgeous weapon-woman finish the fight, covered in blood and gore. Only to enhance her allure by suddenly girlishly squeaking and complaining about how dirty she’d gotten. Shepard immediately decided to try and ask if Nora would mind some hot-bunking ~.
Then a few emails from the Citadel popped up asking for help from the new Spectre. A Request from C-sec about finding their missing informant, mentions of smugglers might be involved. A Request to help a woman take care of some former acquaintances that are harassing her. A Request to find an asari’s sister who was kidnapped. Another request for doing some job for the Shadow Broker, then lastly a Request from two ESA Admirals, one asking for help investigating the loss of men, the other wanting to inspect the Normandy .
“You’re rather popular.” Liara commented as she continued reading over Penny’s shoulder. She didn’t mind, so long as the blue-skinned woman kept her sudden infatuation with Nora private. However, that last one had her worried. She was already going to report the upgrade to the FTL that Nora had installed, then there was the bureaucratic red tape she was going to have to tip-toe around involving the fact they had Imperial AI-operated droids on the ship. Not to mention that Nora and Yola happen to be Suited Citizen.
“It comes with being a Spectre. This is all a bit much. I’ll have to delegate the ones I can to the members of my crew suited to the tasks. They may not be ordered from on high, but I’m not going to turn a blind eye to someone asking for my help.” Penny replied and thought of how she was going to not have the Normandy seized by either the Council or the Alliance for it’s new cutting-edge Hyper-FTL that Nora and Yola have amusingly named M.E.H.
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“It’s a bit surreal to just suddenly be back after leaving in such a hurry.” I commented to Tali and Yola as we walked through the nearest shopping district. Shepard had to stay to brown-nose an Alliance Admiral while the rest of the crew was given shore-leave. Well, aside from the others of Shepard’s inner-circle. They were dispatched to investigate on her behalf with her authority. Which was why Yola and I were here.
“Nora’Feell, Yola’Feell. It is good to see Fist’s treachery didn’t end you.” Commented the turian male reading his omni where he sat at the fountain in the market square. Seeing the metallic raptor wearing a similar outfit to Silio stung. I know he was just a middle-man and a sleaze, but Silio was someone I’d known for years. To see him so quickly replaced hurt despite that his job wasn’t irreplaceable.
“Yes, but we’re Vas Normandy now. This place was stagnant and boring. We’re here because of a request to our captain. Do you have the package?” Yola cut to the chase and the turian sighed theatrically as he took a small drive from his breast pocket and handed it over. “You have a good day.”
“Hopefully we’ll do business again in the future.” The middle-man replied before going back to his reading and we continued on through the semi-busy streets as Yola plugged the drive into her omni and began going over it.
“I was so naive to think I could meet the Shadow Broker. He even has old informants like you working through dead drops and couriers.” Tali shook her head as she walked between us. I felt we painted a rather nice picture. A trio of sexy suited ladies in a color gradient from blue, to purple, to red. Now if only a Hanar prostitute would proposition us, then it’d almost be like that one time I went shopping with Paretia and Marrow.
Oh no, I suddenly miss Marrow and Paretia again. “It’s just standard procedure for security reasons.” I commented as I became lost in reminiscence of my lovers. I wish to do nothing but be with them right now, for both emotional and physical satisfaction.
“Bawooo.” We all heard from an alleyway as Yola got to the end of the document.
“What was that?” Tali asked curiously while I considered that with humanity spreading among the stars, of course they would’ve brought dogs with them. Then again, the Empire also has anthropomorphic dogs called Diamond Dogs. It could be one of them is back there getting frisky despite public sex being illegal on the Citadel.
“The Shadow broker needs information on the rogue Black Ops group of the ESA.” Yola told us as Tali and I looked into the alley. “It looks like all our efforts to prevent Cerberus were in vain sis.” Yola entered the alley and we heard muffled fleshy thumping and squelching synonymous with wet and dirty sex. Tali hesitated, but I grabbed her wrist and dragged her along. This alley was the only umbilical back towards our old studio that wouldn’t involve too many observers.
“Not exactly, they’re not as big.” I replied since they don’t have as much Military power, but what I found out was that it was founded by Henry Lawson in this reality, not Jack Harper. That man was going cheap on any projects that were not his pet project to create the perfect humans. At least Miranda was still born, even if her existence is a lonely and isolated one.
“Is Cerberus that human-supremacist terrorist group that is run by business men and a board of directors called the Illusive Men?” Tali asked with an incredulous scoff before we neared the source of the noises. “O-oh my…” It was an asari getting wrecked by a male diamond dog. The two kissed and passionately fucked with him pressing her against the wall of the dark alley.
“Nng~! Not the knot yet~!” The asari whined through her panting while not really seeming to care as she wrapped her limbs around her mate. I didn’t fully understand why asari even have vaginas other than for delivery, since they can apparently conceive through skin contact. Somehow. Then again, pleasure is as good a reason as any.
“Becuase sex is amazing.” A Daemon whispered to me. “And they’re the closest to Psykers here.” [Access Denied] I cringed at hearing the creature potentially be slaughtered by the backlash of my security protocol. Sure, I don’t have sympathy for the monsters, but geez, I hope it doesn’t do that with anyone I’m actually interfacing with. It didn’t with Yola or Tali’s suit.
“Grr, can’t nut properly without it. Have to somewhere private. Your place?” The hulking gray-backed husky anthro panted out as he stopped thrusting into her and looked her in the eyes. “Don’t want to inconvenience you.”
“S-sure. I can't believe I’m the first asari to mate with an Imperial!” She said with giddy excitement, which surprised me. They haven’t been here long, but with such a smorgasbord of species to choose from, you’d think the asari would’ve pounced on them long ago.
“You're first wanting more than our offspring. You courted me, you earned affection, you get babies. Simple as that. If more asari actually wanted lovers, then they’d get more Imperials.” He kissed her and she groaned hungrily as she ground his knot against her puffy vulva. “Remember, you young, barely past 200, I over 400 due to youth treatments.”
“Re-really? That’s why so many of your soldiers have spurned maidens?” The woman asked with awe as she looked at her lover as if he was a true exotic treasure beyond what she’d already expected.
“Yes, don’t want flings with people who think they are so wise. Imperial citizens content with that, but not us ancient war dogs.” He winked at her and they kissed again. The woman seemed to forget her protest of his knot since she ground herself insistently against it.
“Um, not to interrupt you two lovers, but you may want to clean up. You howled pretty loudly a bit ago and it was heard down the alley.” I warned them and the two passionately embraced lovers snapped their attention to us. They had really been so focused on each other they didn’t notice us. “We’ll even help you get presentable.”
“Grr, darn new places and public-decency laws.”
“Fucking damn it! Babe, I have the hardest ladyboner in the galaxy, let’s hurry up.”
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“So, Shepard, you’ve been a rather busy beaver in the short time you’ve been a Spectre. You’ve already spat in the face of years of human-turian cooperation by improving the Normandy beyond expectation. Good work.” Rear Admiral Mikhailovich slapped Shepard's shoulder and she smiled at his levity. “Are you sure you can’t introduce me to the aliens who made this incredible new, pfft, M.E.H drive possible?”
“Ah, no, not yet. They’d wish to remain anonymous right now.” Penny said, trying not to give away her unease.
“Hm, so you’ve met Suited Citizen then?” The Rear Admiral casually commented as he turned and sat at one of the chairs in the meeting room and Commander Shepard’s spine straightened so fast she felt it pop.
“Who told you?” She’d been absolutely clandestine with that info. Nobody outside her group knew Nora and Yola were Suited Citizen or how important that was. She refused to divulge to Garrus and Wrex just why Nora’s claim to the identity was so important that it instantly caused her to sweep the fact she and Yola are Geth under the rug.
“Nobody on this ship, Commander, but it isn’t hard to connect the dots. You get a couple of quarians known around the Citadel’s Wards and Warrens for being quirky tech gurus that people can go to and they tend to have rather on-point advice for folks. Suddenly, they’re gone and the Shadow Broker’s info suddenly takes a dive in quality. The Brass knows Commander and we’re happy you have them on board. Just don’t scare them off and we’ll be more than happy.” Mikhailovich let Shepard know and she grit her teeth at having been played into confirming it.
“...Sir. Since that is the case, I must confide something about them.” Penny braced herself. She was betraying them, she knew, but if the ESA doesn’t know, then they can’t consider contacting the Geth for an alliance. “They are Geth.”
“...You mean those isolated AI in the Perseus Veil that the Council has stated is off-limits to everyone, no matter what?” Mikhailovich probed for verification and Shepard nodded. “Hm, then would you know if the Geth are benevolent, rather than belligerent like the Council would like us to believe?”
“I can confirm it. Nora and Yola seem to be perfectly well-adjusted people despite being synthetic and their origins. What they’ve told me about the Geth, about their advancements and their...secret , alliance with the Empire, tells me that to refuse ties to them would be a foolish notion. Between them and the Empire, the Citadel races will need to adapt or forever remain potential enemies of intergalactic superpowers.”
Even if Nora or Yola didn’t expressly tell her everything, Shepard was a smart woman. She can take the smallest information and form a whole from the pieces. It was part of why beyond her combat and interpersonal skills that Saren suggested her to be a Spectre.
“Hm, so we’re already in bed with the Geth, is that it? They were the ones helping us out before we even made peace with the turians.” Mikhailovich hummed as he rubbed at his chin. “I’ll be sure to let the Brass know that we have allies in the shadows. You keep those two around Shepard. We still owe them several awards for lives saved and private island homes on Earth.”
“To be fair sir, I don’t think they much care for that. They just didn’t want us to be steamrolled by biased bureaucracy and trigger-happy slave-dealing corrupt turians.” Shepard replied and Mikhailovich chuckled darkly.
“Which is why they deserve to be rewarded. Human or not, alien or not, machine or not. Doesn’t matter. Unlike those racist ублюдки , Cerberus, we’re a meritocracy that has learned from the failings of idiots like the Nazis. That said Shepard, they’re on the move now more than ever. Don’t turn away anything hinting at human-sourced black-ops. If you can’t confirm that they’re Alliance spooks, detain them if you can for questioning.” Mikhailovich stood up and shook her hand. “I must go now, oh and feel free to toss the Mako in the scrap pile, we’re loading the other prototype the M-44 Hammerhead in the launch bay instead.”
“Thank you sir.” Shepard never wanted to see another Mako again.
Ch.38
After escorting the amorous lovers to the asari’s home and reluctantly refusing to join in for fun, we returned to the Normandy and I practically wept with relief to see the Mako being driven out and a Hammerhead being hovered in. I asked what was going to happen to the Mako and they told me they were scrapping it for being such hot garbage. I begged them to let me repurpose it as a hangar queen. Hot shit or not, it has good materials to use!
There wasn’t much space in the launch bay, but I assured them that with my assistant droids I’d be able to render it down to parts within a day. “I fly the beast made of steel! Then I can cut the night! Gas tank is filled with vengeance, Machine guns shooting spite! Can’t find the thing that makes this, Thing take a hard turn right! I follow where it leads me, By battered wings of might!” I sang as I rolled another of the tires to the corner of the launch bay while Dee and Daw used their omni-tools to cut apart the frame.
“How do you know about music from an ancient death metal band, Nora?” Penny asked and I squeaked as I bolted upright in surprise at her having snuck up on me.
“D-don’t do that! You almost made me pop a circuit!” I panted and patted my sternum to try and calm down. Yola had been the one to report our findings while I immediately got to work on dismantling the Mako. I have many plans for the damned thing’s parts~!
“Sorry, so how do you know?” Penny asked as she leaned on the wall of the hanger.
Thank goodness this was a slighter bigger Normandy since the SR-1 would have had half the crew down here for no reason if it was like the in-game model. It's similar to the SR-2 so a lot of stuff was not in the hanger or connected to it, which was good since the Engines weren’t directly connected to the hangar. That was asking for trouble from boarding actions. Also the armory is down here in place where the engines had been in the SR-1 game version. The engine room was up along with the crew, med bay and main gun, then the CIC was the top floor.
“Nora. Hey, you with me?” Penny gently shook my shoulder and I snapped out of my memory dive. Um, I haven’t done that before. It was like I was back on earth, playing the game, speaking to those characters that, back then, were just characters. “Nora? Are you okay?” She had both hands on my shoulders as she looked into my visor and I looked down at her.
“Sorry. I’m just a bit air-headed right now.” More like I have so much more on my mind at once that it’s debilitating. It was like when Yola lifted my restrictions and I was barely able to function as a person. I need to tell my unwanted program to limit my-.
“Nora, do you need to lie down again?” Penny worriedly asked and I shook myself.
“N-no! No. I’m fine. I’ll be fine at least. I...my processing power is so much higher now. Everything in real-time is so slow for me now. I think I have an inkling of how salarians feel. No wonder they lack the ability to make meaningful relationships.” I need to put a buffer in stat or I might be operating at such clock speeds I might go insane! “Anyway, the reason I know is because of how I came into being. I told you that I’m a Living Intelligence, right?”
“I remember something about that. Are you saying that you were a human? That you became an LI before humanity even came into contact with other species?” Penny astutely guessed and I nodded.
“Exactly. There are forces in this universe and beyond that defy scientific explanation. Not just religiously, but spiritually, magically . Magic exists Shepard. Things that most people would think are just fantasy are possible .” I put the brakes on my geeking out and took a steadying breath. I don’t need to breathe, but it helps. “Anyway. I’m what’s known to the Empire as a Displaced. I am a person from another reality that had my mind, body and soul ripped from my home and dropped somewhere else. Whoever Displaced me decided to stuff me into a Geth compiler server!”
“Was it painful?” Penny asked with surprising gentleness as she rubbed my shoulders and I sighed as I looked into her concerned gaze.
“No. It was instantaneous. One moment, I’m walking home to get ready for a date. Next, I’m in a void . Nothingness. No light, sound, touch, taste or scent. I was robbed of everything . It didn’t hurt physically, because I didn’t exist physically! I was-!” Why am I on my knees, why am I clutching Penny so tightly? Why am I crying? I thought I was over this! “S-sorry…”
“No, I’m sorry. It’s a sensitive subject for you.” Penny rocked me gently as she pressed my visor to her chest. “You need to go lie down now?”
“N-no...tinkering is a good distraction.” Don’t think of the nothingness . Don’t think about it. That’s the past. You aren’t some unformed instance of intriguing data for emotionless Geth to poke and prod and torment -. “S-so what was it you wanted to talk about, Shepard?” I suddenly deflected as I stood up and moved to help Dee and Daw with the hull of the Mako as their pet pyjak held some periphery tools for their omnis. Why it’s helping, I don’t want to understand.
“I was just checking in on you since Yola reported and Tali is working on the bridge since some of the navigation console’s circuits fried from trying to keep up with the ‘astrogation’ module you installed directly in the M.E.H Drive. She’s upgrading it to be a 1:1 system since it outshines the old navigation system anyway.” Penny answered as Dee and Daw split the front of the hull.
“Oh, sorry.” I sheepishly apologized while I rubbed the back of my helmet as Shepard looked over the dismantled remains of the Mako. Heh, it’s more useful as scrap for other things.
“So, what are you making?” Penny asked before HK-47 walked out of the Armory, covered in soot and carrying a tube in his hands. Apparently Shepard gave him the freedom to maintain the appropriated blaster weapons after a few were handed over for C-Sec and the ESA to study. The Empire may not be trading weaponry yet, but they said anything obtained otherwise wouldn’t be frowned upon. Something about their Goddess Wiatr demanding fair and balanced trade, which can’t happen when one party holds a monopoly.
“Nothing yet. I’m going to render it down to individual parts first, then I’m going to feed the parts too specialized to my matter processor to turn into Omni-gel.” At Penny’s curious brow raise I giggled. “I mean I eat it, then my, um...well, my, uh, breasts are what converts the matter into Omni-gel.” At my admission, Penny’s eyes looked down to my DD-cups. I’d milked myself this morning and it was afternoon. I’d also avoided eating much, so they didn’t have much to make milk from.
“That is...very interesting.” Penny said with a small smirk and cleared her throat. “Well, I hope you feel better. Sorry again for bringing up old wounds.”
“I’m just as surprised as you are Shepard. PTSD hits like a bitch at the worst times.” I need to talk this out with Yola. I’m scared that I have such a deep-seated fear of my own people. Are there Changeling or Unicorn shrinks? I’ll ask Marrow, he’ll know if there are any brain-divers or whatever if just talking isn’t enough for me.
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“Hah, unf~...” Her fingers dove into her quim desperately while her other hand groped her mocha-skinned left C-cup breast and tweaked her dark brown nipple as she writhed on her bed. “Oh~...Nora~...” The thought of that quirky mechanic, busty and jiggling as she fired a heavy machine gun-. “Ahn~!” Penny Inoue Shepard cried as she worked herself to orgasm at her dirty fantasies of the sexy suited woman.
“What was that Penny? You want me to be bigger?” Penny fantasized the woman purring as she took off her visor and began to fucking eat the gun. Her breasts surged forth, bursting through her suit-!
“Yes~!” Penny cried out as her body convulsed again before her door beeped.
“Commander? It’s Kaidan. Do you have a moment?” Penny bit her lip and yanked her fingers from her quim before she got up and rushed for the intercom.
“Yes Lieutenant, just let me straighten up.” Penny warned her crew at their first official meeting without superiors around that she slept nude when not on the battlefield, so they’d know why she needed a moment. It also made a convenient excuse for her to clean up when caught like this.
“Okay, commander.” Kaidan said as her fantasy kept going, the thought of drinking from those breasts in her head. That said, she was still hot and bothered and hoped the quick spray of deodorant would mask her feminine musk when she opened the door for her SiC once back in her usual black and gray bodysuit.
“Yes, Alenko? It’s fairly late in the day and we’re not leaving the Citadel until morning.” Penny asked him as she let him into her quarters and she sat down in her rotating chair at her desk.
“I’m just here to report on handling the C-Sec issue and that Hanar that wanted help to get a permit to preach.” Kaidan said as he held up the thumb drive and handed it over.
“Alright, any issues? Shootout? Injuries?” Commander Shepard asked while her cunt convulsed. Holy shit. She hasn’t had it this bad since that first same-sex encounter she had in the locker room showers after the first meeting with the Empire stoked her and Katrina’s lusts so much they needed a release then , not later.
“Of course there was a shootout when helping C-Sec investigate their missing informant, but the Hanar issue got political. Thankfully Liara’s got experience there due to her mother’s prominence in asari politics.” Kaidan reported and he looked Penny over. “Ma’am, are you alright?”
Oh, yes, she’s just fine . She just has a fucking ladyboner the size of the Citadel for an alien woman who isn’t even organic and-. “I’m fine, Kaidan, just tired. Rear Admiral Michailovich was as tiring to host as ever.” He was known to be exhausting for his energetic eagerness to get things done, but at least he was preferable to the hard-asses a good number of officers tended to be. Penny swore to never become a jackass, fuck, she still needed to get her mohawk back.
“Well, alright ma’am. I also have to say that I’m reprimanding Gunnery Chief Williams for some of her behavior on the Citadel while on duty. Her biased views of aliens had hampered the Hanar situation and her behavior towards Garrus was inexcusable. I can understand her family's feelings due to her Grandfather's actions during the First Contact war, but that was over twenty years ago and most of the military has moved on from Shanxi.” Kaiden reported with a sneer on his lip that caused Penny to put her face in her hands.
“Damn it. I had hoped...I’ll have a talk with her. Her family’s suffered descrimination for that, so now it makes sense the Williams family has an ingrained dislike or hatred for aliens, but I’ll be sure to let her know that if she can’t work past her prejudices, that she’s not welcome on this ship.” Penny believed in giving people chances. She had to or otherwise she’d be a hypocrite. She was a no-name thug on the streets when she went to the navy recruiter and he signed her up even if she had to plead for it. Look at her now.
Well, not now , now. She’s a horny mess trying to get rid of her SiC so she can fucking masturbate in peace. “That’s all I had. Good night ma’am.” Kaidan bid her farewell and left. Penny couldn’t lock the door and fish in her drawer for her vibrating large dildo fast enough. Fuck, is this her biggest one? She really needed a good-guh! It’ll do!
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“Are you okay, Commander?” Garrus asked when everyone had sat in the meeting room, going over the latest data on a lead. They had a spotting of the rogue B1s at the human colony of Feros before it went dark and they got a request by its sponsor company ExoGeni to investigate the settlement of Zhu’s Hope.
“I’m fine, Garrus.” Penny deflected, worried that if Garrus, perhaps the most perceptive of her group could tell she was still harried from going at herself like mad last night, then Nora might notice...
“Well, okay. So what do we have on Zhu’s Hope?” Garrus asked from where Yola was sitting on his lap. It was frustrating to see Nora’s twin sister sitting in his lap. Sure, it was just a raunchy running gag and nobody was offended, but now it was bothering her for a whole other reason.
“It's settled on top of protected Prothean Archaeology; a City World, set up for research and to see if we could settle on a world composed of construction and steel. There’s life on all of the ancient arcology towers and vines growing everywhere between them, but nobody settled on these worlds before due to fear of the towers collapsing.” Kaidan explained for the benefit of those who weren’t human, which was most of the attending ground crew.
“Along the way we’re helping Admiral Kahoku to find his missing troopers.” Penny added, marking the system of Sparta to the world of Edolus in the holographic display with her omni.
“Why are we stopping there first?” Liara asked.
“Because someone needs help, they asked for it, I agreed to help. I’m not turning away someone in need.” Shepard announced as she looked over her ground crew, lingering her gaze on Ashley, who looked away in shame for how she’d been dressed down for mistreating a citizen and her fireteam the other day.
“And it's a request from a Superior in the ESA. It takes current priority over Feros and should only take us a day of exploration.” Kiaden added and Wrex huffed.
“So we’re ignoring an ESA colony with a confirmed enemy presence to look for men on a backwater?” Wrex asked incredulously and Commander Shepard looked at him intently. “Bah, you humans, some of you have such a strong sense of morality. Alright, let’s go. The sooner we get it done, the sooner we can shoot some dumb robots.”
“And capture some for scrap. If I get enough of them, I could have every station of the Normandy manned in an emergency or have a deployable fireteam ready for boarders.” Nora suggested and Penny immediately fell cunt-first into a gutter at imagining that scrap going to the woman’s tits instead-.
“Alright everyone! The Normandy will arrive soon with the M.E.H-Drive getting us there far sooner than anticipated. Dismissed.” Penny hurried out, hoping she didn’t smell strongly enough as her quim soaked her panties. Fuck ~ she needs her vibrator!
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The Hammerhead stopped after they reached the signal they detected on the planet and Shepard looked on with a grim leer at seeing destroyed Grizzlies, along with stripped corpses.
“This looks like an ambush site.” Wrex voiced his observation as the ground team looked at the aftermath. “These men were lured here before their base was hit. Williams, what group did you say the attack on the base was implicated?”
“Cerberus.” Ashley hissed as she got out of her seat and went to the hatch of the Hammerhead. “I think they lured most of the forces here with this false S.O.S beacon and slaughtered them before storming the base and taking what they could.”
“Sounds like their MO, but would the goons of supposed trillionaires do this?” Garrus asked after deactivating the main gun and following her out towards the nearest Grizzly. “Also, I never read about humans using acid as a weapon and even if Cerberus used it; why did we not see any in the base? It also stinks that a human supremacist group would murder humans.”
“Maybe they didn’t want to damage any equipment?” Ashley countered before she stumbled and Garrus caught her as the ground began to heave .
“Aw Void yeah! I recognize this anywhere!” Wrex got a huge smile on his face as he pulled out his shotgun. “Thresher Maw!” He yelled as the gigantic space worm erupted from the earth, making the two humans and one turian gawk in fear as it rose fouty feet into the air before it’s blue-green maw opened to spit acid at them.
“Fall back!” Shepard ordered before she saw Wrex running towards the Thresher Maw while the rest of the squad ran for the Hammerhead. “Damn it, Wrex!”
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“Yeah, now that was a fight!” Wrex declared as he stood on the head of the Thresher Maw. “What did you guys think?”
“I think, that you’re a fucking crazy battle junky! We could’ve used the Hammerhead to kite and kill it! Instead, we had to fucking save your ass while you kept screaming ‘rawr, I’m krogan’ and kept shooting it instead of running away!” Ashley panted as she stormed up to Wrex, grabbed the collar of his red armor and yanked him down to her height. “If I have to fucking deal with shit like that again, it will be my gun up your ass! Got it?!”
“...First of all, it’s a cloaca. Second of all, you sound like a krogan female.” Wrex huffed and nodded when it was obvious Ashley wasn’t going to release his collar until he agreed.
“I wouldn’t put it so violently, but I’m with Ash on this one. That was just stupid, Wrex.” Garrus shook his head and Shepard was looking at her soldier with her arms crossed and an eyebrow raised.
Secretly, she found that battle really arousing, but seriously, the way Wrex went about it was all balls and no brains. “We’re going to have words about tactics, Wrex. Let’s all get back to the Normandy , I have bad news to deliver to the Brass.” Shepard sighed as she climbed into the Hammerhead.
“It’s not like I passed my rite by killing a Thresher Maw on foot before.” Wrex grumbled.
“Gun. Up. Cloaca.” Ashley fumed as she strapped into her chair.
“Like a krogan female, I swear.” Wrex muttered as he strapped in too.
“I need to tell the Admiral about this Cerberus attack.” Shepard muttered as the Hammerhead zipped away from the site of the battle.
“I don’t know, Shepard. I stand by my suspicions from before. It doesn’t make sense for a human supremacist group to murder human military or humans at all. There aren’t even other species on this planet, it’s entirely a human venture. What would Cerberus gain from spitting in the face of their mission statement?” Garrus asked from his seat in the turret.
“Terrorists tend not to care about their long-term goals when it comes to short-term gains. It’s why so many terrorist groups tend to splinter themselves with infighting or mismanagement.” Shepard replied, yet couldn’t help but agree. This was too fishy, too outside of Cerberus’ usual targets. They often assaulted alien military, only stealing human equipment in low-risk heists.
“They could have been getting data on how you guys deal with Thresher Maws.” Wrex commented, which again seemed unlikely. Those soldiers back there were slaughtered. They didn’t expect the Thresher Maw. Hell, Shepard didn’t even think the worms were on this planet. More the fool her, for expecting a galaxy-wide parasite to not be somewhere.
Shepard’s eyes narrowed as she considered the implications of this and then resolved to speak with Nora and Yola when she got back. They’re information specialists. Maybe they’ll have more insight. Also...maybe she could get Nora alone…
Unf, those tits , by Wiatr ...wait, who is Wiatr and why was she swearing to her?
Ch.39
“I can’t believe I have to do this in a closet .” I grumbled as my currently basketball-sized boobs were pumped for Omni-gel into a canister. I had cut up pieces of tire and wheel rims off to the side to convert into Omni-gel and was busy doing so since I requested to have time to do this in private since it’s a secret method I’m not willing to share yet. Adams, being a tradesman first understood my desire for secrecy so long as there was Omni-gel on hand.
Still, I’m enjoying this. Being pumped for my bounty. I love it so much. If I didn’t have so much work to do, I’d probably sign up to be a Omni-gel factory back home, just lay perched on tits the size of cars and get a good, hard dicking from Vaetor or preferably Marrow or Yola...or Paretia...or Tali. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind using toys.
*Knock, knock* “Hey Nora, are you in there?” I perked up at Penny’s voice and bit my lip as I looked at the silvery liquid being pumped out of my breasts.
“Yeah. C’mon in, just close the door quickly.” I replied and Penny did so, only to freeze when she looked at me once the door was closed. “Uh...hey Commander. I’m, uh, making Omni-gel.”
“...I see that. So, I’m guessing this is a bad time?” Penny’s eyes were watching my tits as my hand-pump milker drained me and I shrugged, figuring it was fairly interesting to see a synthetic woman get an advanced material pumped from her hooters.
“No, so long as it doesn’t involve stopping. I’m a bit conspicuously huge in case you can't tell.” I hefted my breasts and hummed at the increased sensitivity of my flesh. “So, what’s up?”
“...Oh, right. So Nora, what can you tell me about Cerberus?” Shepard’s eyes kept going back down to my breasts and I shrugged before grabbing a scrap burger and taking a bite out of it.
“Other than they’re a bunch of ass-backwards space Nazis? Not much, other than the names of, say, their original founder. Or at least, I thought he was.” I muttered in disappointment. My efforts to prevent Cerberus, even if it meant Miranda was never born, had failed.
“Who?” Shepard asked as I gorged on more scrap, my breasts already swelling further with my bounty.
“Hm, a man named Henry Lawson.” I told her as my breasts rapidly swelled into beach-ball territory with how fast my body could convert matter now. I’m going to need to plug into an outlet for power assistance soon despite my improved energy efficiency. “He didn’t found the organization, but he’s known as The Illusive Man. He’s a heartless sociopath who believes Cerberus’ ends justify any means.” *Pfft* Oh, great ! My hand pump just broke! Ugh, I guess my girls are too much for such a tiny thing. “Ugh, Shepard, could you lend me a hand?”
“Uh, bwah?” Penny asked as she looked up from my tits and-is she drooling ? “What was that?”
“...Shepard, are you gay?” I asked worriedly and she flushed hotly.
“No! I’m straight! Or, I used to be! Uh...damn it.” Penny put her face in her hands. “I don’t know. I’m a hoplophile. You’re basically a living weapon. You’re cute, you’re sexy, you have features in your chassis that just…”
“Did Wrex send you that video of me in the temple?” I asked with a flat look.
“Yes! It was so fucking hot !” Penny admitted with an embarrassed expression. “I’ve been masturbating to thoughts of you using heavy weaponry, then teasing me and eating the guns and getting so fucking stacked that-.”
“Hey.” I said firmly and she stopped ranting. “We’ll bang, okay ?”
“W-what?” Penny blinked and I turned towards her, my massive tits taking up most of the space in the closet. I then used them to press her against the door and smirked at her gobsmacked expression.
“I said, we’ll bang, okay?” I snickered and pulled away from her. “But first, I need to get these girls milked. I just broke my hand pump and Yola had the industrial one last I remember. Go get it from her, let her know I’m stuck in here until she gets her fat ass here. Oh, she’s joining in. Tali too. If you want this , then you’d better be willing to face a full-frontal assault.”
“...I love everything about all of those sentences. We’ll talk more about this ‘Henry Lawson’ later.” Penny looked back down at my boobs, licked her lips, then squeezed out of the closet and even had the kindness to lock me in here so nobody could accidentally barge in.
Wait, did I romance Shepard just there?
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“I can’t believe you.” Yola said with an amused huff as I paced in our bunk room.
“It’s not my fault I’m her type.” I whined to her and Tali who were both sitting on the bed.
“Which is apparently being a badass living weapon.” Yola snorted before she playfull jabbed me in the tits when I neared, which had gone down to their normal size after milking.
“Like I said; not my fault. You were part of the same system back then.” I countered her with a pout and rubbed my boobs where she’d jabbed me.
“Great, so she likes me too?” Yola asked with a dramatic sigh.
“She didn’t say no when I brought it up.” I shrugged.
“Am I included?” Tali questioned with a look between us.
“Yes, Tali, although I don’t know if you’d mind. Being more-or-less straight as you are.” I answered her before she stood and grasped my hands in that distinctive quarian way that immediately calmed the anxiety I had building up over complicating things with Penny.
“Just because I appreciate your dicks doesn’t mean I don’t like the rest of you. I’ve been playing with your breasts and vaginas lately haven’t I?” Our quarian patient/lover told us as she gently squeezed my hands and made me feel so much more relaxed.
“I thought you were just experimenting on us.” I said with bemusement.
“I was experimenting , as in not scientifically!” Tali clarified and I suddenly felt silly.
“Oh, well, sorry. That was your initial motivation.” I mewled, wondering why I seem so good at turning what should be professional and platonic relationships into intimate ones. By all logic, Shepard should be a consummate professional and Tali should be straight and against anything to do with Geth. This is so out of character, yet at the same time I realize they’re not the same people as they were portrayed as in the games. Close, but not quite.
I should’ve thrown all of my preconceptions of these beloved characters out the window the instant Star Swirl freed me from being a curiosity of the Collective. They’re people , not characters in a game, show or book.
“You two are more than just Geth. More than just a way for me to be the first quarian able to live outside of a suit. You’re more than that. I’ve never felt like this. I’m having fun, yes, but it’s so much more and I want more of it. I want to try us being more than friends with benefits.” Tali proclaimed, causing me to warm up and smile at her.
“You read a self-help book didn’t you?” Yola asked with a knowing smirk.
“It helped!” Tali indignantly defended with adorable fluster.
“I’m in some great relationships.” I said with a smile. “However, you do need to know-.” The door hissed open and Penny hurried in before closing the door. She was rolling in a huge fluid canister nearly as big as her on a dolly with an almost manic glee that her neck-length vibrant red hair highlighted in her green eyes. Uh… “ Penny, what is that?”
“Old processed dextro that is about to expire in a week that the Citadel lumped in our supplies due to the large number of quarians and the few turians on board.” Penny said breathlessly as she looked at my tits and I flushed hotly at realizing her plans. “How big can you get?”
“H-huge, but before we start! I have something to tell you all. Well, Yola and I do.” I wrung my hands and Yola shifted on her feet next to me. She’d accepted the Reaper update and was now as tall as I was, so we were identical twins again.
“Y’see. We’re in a loving relationship with a Changeling, the first person from Andromeda to come to the Milky Way. He’s living on Rannoch now as the Empire’s ambassador to the Geth. We’re also in a long-distance relationship with Paretia Drustumus, the leader of the Talon Mercenaries based on Omega. The former has had hundreds of children with us, the latter is still patiently waiting and we send sex videos back and forth…” Yola informed our two potential lovers, who looked at each other and nodded.
“So long as they don’t have issues with this arrangement, I’m willing to make concessions.” Penny declared and Tali shrugged. Ah, right. This is probably her first serious relationship, so she likely doesn’t have experience to refer to.
“Okay then...also. Shepard…” Yola and I unzipped, then groaned as we let the budding sexual tension allow our huge dicks to engorge, causing the human woman to gawk. “We’re not limited to female sexual organs. Are you okay with this?”
“So huge…” Penny looked both shocked yet incredibly turned on. She was drooling and gulped as she watched our simulated quarian cocks throb. “I-I can’t take that…”
“Um, our milk and semen have gene modifications that universally increase elasticity. You may not be able to take them now, but eventually…” Yola meekly hinted and the Spectre grunted with a shift of her hips. “When Nora and I chug down that paste, our breasts will inflate with the milk it’ll be converted to, enough milk that you could even take your medicine without having to see us about it.”
“The same stuff that’s improving my body?” Tali asked as she groped her DD-cup breasts, which had gone up two sizes since she started double-dosing every night with the gene mods.
“Yes.” We chuckled together as Penny uncoiled the hose she’d brought with the canister and hooked it up to the dispenser. It even had a Y connector and two smaller hoses attached. “Did you anticipate pumping us both up at once Shepard?” We cooed in unison and she was too damn horny to respond with anything other than grunts and pants as she handed us the ends of the hoses and she got on her knees to start stroking, licking and sucking my dick while Tali knelt before Yola to do the same. “Okay, bottoms up!”
We put the black smooth hoses in our mouths and began to suck with force that no organic could hope to manage. With both Yola and I combining our sucking power, the tasty chicken-like flavor of the paste met our tongues within seconds. We rubbed our stomachs as they swelled and I looked down to watch as even with my glans in her mouth, Penny was watching me intently and even rubbing my growing belly. This was until my dairy factories kicked in and I couldn’t see past my bowling ball boobs.
Yola and I groaned and humped and sucked as we grew with our sexual partners worshiping our dicks well enough that soon Yola was gushing down Tali’s throat, but Penny had to work so much harder. She couldn’t take me in her throat, she was forced to settle for my glans while she jacked me off as best she could to earn her cream, which she began to gulp down eagerly when I bust my nut.
By that point, Yola and I had beach-balls for breasts and full-term pregnant bellies, but that was the limit of the tank and it ran dry. Without intake, our bellies rapidly flattened as our breasts surged out to being two small yoga balls hanging off our torso and being boobhats for our partners. “Whew. That was good. Now we’re all big Penny, Tali. What are you going to do to us~?” We cooed at our cleavage before we yelped when they pushed us onto our backs where we were pinned by our hyper-sized tits that quaked and sloshed like giant water balloons.
“She tasted like razzleberries. Do they always taste like that Tali?” Penny asked breathlessly and I felt her hugging my cock to her naked body, writhing against it while Yola gasped and squeaked as Tali groaned.
“Mm~. Yes. So big ~!” Tali groaned as Yola panted and I realized she was taking Yola! She was having full-blown vaginal sex! Is her immune system up to this?!
“Holy, how can you fit that in?!” Penny yelped from behind my mountains of pale lavender flesh.
“Quarians are normally this big.” Tali panted out as she fucked my sister-mate. “Oh~. I hope my suit's automatic condom function can handle this beast~!” They have that?! That’s so convenient! I wish I knew my suit could do that back when Marrow-oh~!
“I may not be able to take you, but I’m gonna fucking ride you like the war machine you are Nora! Drive closer! I want to hit the enemy with my sword!” Penny joked playfully as she ran her cunt up and down the bottom of my cock while she used my tits to brace herself and help with sliding along my penis.
“Guh~! T-Tali~!” Yola squeaked and spasmed, Tali keened in rapture shortly when the tell-tale gurgling glorping noise of high-volume ejaculation pulsed and Penny moaned while she slid against my dick with more fervor. “H-holy fuck. So tight. So...tight...hnng ~!”
“Yes! Fill me!” Tali squealed and panted deliriously as Penny grunted and came on my cock, but she didn’t stop pleasuring me, clearly dead-set on getting me to cum after Tali set Yola off twice in quick succession. She was going to succeed.
“P-Penny. G-gonna cum…” I warned her and she quickly went back to my thighs to hug my cock and began sucking my glans urgently. “Guh, ahn~!” I spasmed and she squealed through her nose before she gulped down my semen as quickly as she could, but I could still feel it leaking all over us.
“Oh~...I’m so full Yola. If the condom fails, I’m sorry for forcing you to have to take care of me and our children.” Tali panted as fleshy patting sounds echoed behind Yola and I’s walls of titflesh.
“It’d be a pleasure.” Yola replied and smiled serenely as she relaxed while I finished my orgasm and Penny groaned before she bonelessly flopped into my tits-then yelped when she disappeared into my tits.
“Oh, great. Can someone fish her out? I don’t have the angle to reach in right now.” My arms are pinned under my tits...
“Ah, that’s the magic inventory you two have, right?” Tali asked through her huffing and puffing as a wet schlorp noise happened and Tali keened in pleasure. “Guh! Mother said the rapid retraction was nearly as good as the penetration! Oof…” My own penis retracted shortly after her words and I felt someone with a very big belly shift over to me and reach into my cleavage.
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“So your busts are good storage solutions. That’s useful.” Penny commented after having the phenomenon that is having a pocket dimension connected to our cleavage. She’d managed to quaff enough of my semen to look pregnant and on the dark-skinned human it really looked good on her. Although, she wasn’t a quarian, so she doesn’t have the excuse of being so suspiciously fecund.
Which is why we were in the lavatory, waiting for the futuristic version of ipecac to kick in so she could vomit up most of it. Yola and I were forced to sit at the door while our breasts were milked into the reservoir containers inside our Inventory, so Tali, looking pregnant with triplets , was rubbing Penny’s back as she knelt at the toilet, ready to expel.
“Yeah, I think I even have a bike in my tits someplace.” It was just an idle thing I made out of nostalgia. I don’t think humans even have traditional bicycles anymore. “So how long does-.”
*Bluegh!* Penny began vomiting into the toilet and I looked away. I wasn’t disgusted by stuff like that, but I doubt Penny would like to be watched by too many people as she evacuates her stomach. The process was surprisingly fast and Penny groaned as she flushed the toilet and staggered out of the lavatory with Tali helping support her. She still had a small pot-belly, but that could be excused as bloating. “There. Never fun, but now I know not to get carried away.”
“Tell me about it. I’ve got one load in my stomach, but two loads in a condom in my womb. My body is sending me all sorts of signals, that it’s time to gorge and store nutrition for the babies that aren’t coming.” Tali huffed and rubbed her straining suit over her belly. “This is so wonderful. I understand now why the women of the fleet are expected to take it easy after a good romp. They always just stayed hidden in their quarters, so I never really understood.”
“Okay, I can’t really relate.” Penny said before looking at Yola and I or rather our still beach-ball sized boobs getting pumped for nutritious medicinal gene-modding milk. “Please bottle that for me to store in the mini-fridge of my quarters.”
“Sure thing babe! Be sure to drink it often and come back for a resupply! The sooner you’re elastic enough to take me, the better~.” I purred to my new lover who gulped and got on her knees in front of me, pressing against my breasts to kiss me. “Mm~.”
“Hey~! Don’t I get any sugar from the Commander?” Yola playfully huffed and Penny quickly moved over to do the same with her. “Mm~.”
“You’re so cute right now. Now then, if you’ll excuse me, I need to activate my suit’s purging function to move all that semen out of my womb and into a bubble I’ll need to find material to replace. Thank goodness for Omni-gel in that regard.” Tali waddled to the bed and laid down while Penny made out with Yola and I for the hour it took our breasts to shrink back to our normal D-cups.
“Did we do good, Commander~?” I lilted to my superior officer and she smirked as she slapped the sides of my thicc ass.
“I think I’m in love.” Penny cooed as her messy hair framed her captivated eyes.
“Naw, that’s just the endorphins. Tell me that again when you’re not high.” I giggled and smooched her nose before pulling out a quart-sized canister from my cleavage. “Here you go. Good night. You’d best get out of here and hope nobody realizes you weren’t in your room.”
“Fuck them. I don’t care if they know.” Penny declared with a purr before she accepted the container and kissed me again before getting up and getting dressed in her officer hardsuit. “We’re doing this again, but the giant tits will have to wait until I can justify another container of food disappearing.”
“Well, you just powered us for the next week.” Yola chuckled and I snickered too. Thanks to the upgrade we wouldn’t need another recharge for several days unless we did something energy intensive.
“I’ll be sure to work off that excess. We’ll bang, okay?” Penny winked and then scurried off. Oh, she left the tank...oh well, more Omni-gel!
Ch.40
“I appreciate being allowed to leave the Normandy , Commander.” Kaidan said as the current ground team sat in the Kodiak while Lopez piloted them down.
“Sorry to have left you off of the active roster so much.” Commander Shepard apologized to her SiC as she looked over Ashley and Yola. She decided to rotate her crew for this one. She didn’t want people to feel like they were being ignored. Liara was on the next rotation, along with Tali and Nora. At least that was her plan, she’d adjust her team as the situation called for it.
“I’m just surprised the Commander didn’t bring all of her girlfriends.” Ashley playfully smirked at Yola, who sighed as Shepard breathed out of her nose in the amusement that her new relationship with three quarians was basically known to everyone immediately.
“I’m surprised you’re okay with it.” Kaidan commented and Ashley sighed.
“I’m not a hopeless bigot. I have strong trust issues when it comes to non-humans, yes, but they’re still people. Hell, I know if I found a turian guy who wasn’t full of himself to the point of idiocy, I’d probably give him a shot.” Ashley shrugged, then looked at Yola. “Although, quarians do look fairly human and don’t have those creepy glossy quad-eyes like batarians.”
“Heads up: quarian males have cocks the size of an average human’s forearm.” Yola informed the Gunnery Chief who gawked at Yola. “No lie. I can show you pictures.”
“No thanks. Just thinking of that has me scared. I thought only the Imperials had dicks so stupidly huge.” Ashley muttered and looked at her forearm in bemusement, likely wondering how anything humanoid can either have or take something that huge.
Penny wasn’t going to bother mentioning that the past couple of days gave her the chance to feel that, even if not completely. She wasn’t that elastic...yet . “As much as I don’t dislike such conversation, please maintain professionalism for the sake of the men on board.” Shepard declared in defense of the green-looking Kaidan and Lopez up in the pilot seat.
“We’re at the entrance and I see an Imperial at the dock.” Lopez called back to them.
“What is an Imperial doing here?” Kadian asked before they landed and the door opened. They were greeted by a leopard woman whose humanoid body ended at the hips where the head of a normal cat would meet with the body of said cat, if said cat had four forelegs. She didn’t have huge breasts like most Imperial females, which was certainly odd. She stood only a head taller than everyone in the group at nearly 7 feet and wore a hardsuit that fully covered her body.
“This is weird.” Ashley whispered to Kaidan as they disembarked and looked over the truly alien woman, whose piercing golden eyes with their feral slits did the same to them.
“Sorry Commander, their colony was the only one giving us permission to land. Zhu’s Hope is ignoring us and it has the only dock big enough for the Normandy to land in Atmo. It's why we had to use the shuttle.” Lopez said over the comms.
“I know, I was the one to talk to Joker about this.” The Commander said as she approached the exotic woman who waited patiently for them to approach.
“Hello, I’m Kut Faraday and I wish to welcome you to Darling Point.” The weird alien told them. “You’re all very shocked to see my appearance. Yes, this is how my species naturally looks and we tend to prefer not to have large busts unless we’re in the business of pleasure or brood-bearing. We're pragmatic people. Mostly. Don’t think all Cat-Kut share the same views.”
Okay...that was a rather pre-prepared response.
“So you’re named Kut?” Ashley asked in confusion. Why be named the same as your species?
“Oh, goodness no! Kut is just part of how we greet.” The feline alien told us. “I’m Faraday, we don’t really use last names.”
“That’ll get confusing fast.” Yola commented and Faraday laughed jovially.
“Only for those not Cat-Kut. We’re a social species and identify each other mostly by scent, names are something we’ve had to adopt for interaction with other species. We used to just refer to ourselves as Kut.” Faraday cheekily informed us before frowning. “But enough about cultural exchange, those machines have lain waste to Zue’s Hope. We could see the blaster-fire from here. The other settlements have shut themselves down for security.”
“Has anyone gone to check on them?” Commander Shepard asked.
“No, but we know better than to just shut ourselves from the outside even if we’re staying put. The last Droid Wars, they taught us nothing can stop the tide if you don’t fight back. Hiding won’t save us.” Faraday grimly intoned and Shepard noted the number of other alien felines on rooftops with blasters aimed at them.
“How many Imperials are on this planet? We didn’t even know you were here.” Kaidan asked while clearly taking note of all the potential attackers.
“Only us. The rest are sponsored by Exogeni, controlled by them and only under the ESA in title alone. We’re independent from them and sponsored by the Imperial Terraforming Initiative.” Faraday explained and gestured for the people aiming at us to stand down with a flick of her long sinuous tail. It wasn’t until she moved that Shepard fully noted she had two extra forelegs. They were a short distance behind the front pair and seemed to add a lot of stability to her body.
“Certainly you have plenty of planets in Andromeda to work with, why are you expanding here anyway? Have you actually overpopulated your whole galaxy?” Shepard asked worriedly and Faraday snorted.
“Not a chance. Even if the Empire does last another ten thousand years, we won’t be able to populate every world. We spread here because the Milky Way and Andromeda are closer now than they’ve ever been and ever will be again. We’re establishing systems to-.” Faraday froze and put her left hand to her ear which twitched around the audio device there. “Sorry, I’m not allowed to say more on that.” The way her ears and tail wilted was adorable and conveyed her genuine disappointment at not being allowed to talk shop.
“Understood. Now, is there a way to reach Zue’s Hope from here?” Shepard asked their friendly host who bit her lower lip with her sharp teeth and looked unsure. “If it’s dangerous; don’t worry. We’re experienced combatants.”
“It’s not so much that it’s dangerous as it is...unknown . There is an underground highway underneath the surface that was once a functioning transit system. You can follow the tunnels to the tower of Zue’s Hope, but I can’t tell you what could be down there.” Faraday forewarned and the ground team looked at each other before nodding.
“If it’s all the same, I think we need to take our chances. We need to get to Zue’s Hope and find out what’s going on there. The droids wouldn’t have attacked for no reason.” Shepard rationalized and Faraday nodded before her tail began rapidly moving, making shapes. Shortly, another Cat-Kut leaped down from a nearby building with the grace of a cat and approached. This one looked like a tiger and was much more heavily armored than Faraday.
“This is Kut Martra. She’ll take you to the lift and escort you to the tunnels we had managed to map out before retreating to the tower when the attack happened.” Faraday turned to Martra and they mewled to each other, the interaction was utterly precious and Penny wanted to snuggle the fluffy aliens! She wants one on her crew! “She’ll guide you, but if she cannot return I’ve given her permission to follow you wherever you go.” Yay!
“I won’t let harm come to her!” Penny Inoue Shepard, closet cat aficionado, chirped with sparkles in her eyes and Martra blinked her green eyes in bemusement.
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“Will she still hover?” Adams asked me in awe as I displayed the up-armored Hammerhead. I’d utilized the armor, thrusters, LMG, railgun, etc, to upgrade the Hammerhead into a brutal high-mobility war machine. She was already powerful, but now she’s a beast! “Christ Nora, you’ve got more engineering gumption than I’ve seen in my whole career.”
“I know. I’m incredible. Praise me more.” I hammed cheerfully as Dee and Daw high-threed and then gave their pet pyjak they named Grease paired low-threes.
“I would, but this design is too expensive to mass-produce.” Adams bemoaned sadly and I wilted. I had expected that, since over-engineering was often a custom thing, not something the result of an assembly line. “That said, that doesn’t mean we can’t scrap any Makos we’d made in anticipation of them replacing the Grizzly entirely and improve as many Hammerheads as possible. Better all that junk get used immediately instead of outright recycled.”
“Well, here’s the blueprints to her. Have fun arranging that.” I transferred the blueprint on my omni to Adams’ omni.
“Thank you.” Adams said with a smile as he started looking it over. Then he looked at the extra parts. “So what are you going to use those for?”
“I was thinking of a scout vehicle.”
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“This way.” Martra said with her contralto voice as she led the squad through the ancient Prothean tunnels. Even though she was fully armored in a hardsuit with armor panels made for her species, the Cat-Kut’s long tiger tail was left free and writhed sinuously as she stalked ahead of them.
“Commander, it’s rude to stare.” Kaidan chided quietly and Shepard jumped a bit.
“Huh?” Shepard was distracted by the writhing tail and the surprisingly well-shaped butt under it.
“Gosh Commander, I knew you were a xenophile, but you just met the woman and her species.” Ashley muttered in disapproval, likely borne of professionalism rather than bigotry.
“I’m not-!” Penny’s protest was interrupted by her girlfriend booping her helmet.
“ Penny. You’re ogling her so hard I’m surprised she can’t feel your eyeballs on her ass.” Yola said with amusement in her tone and Penny was overcome with embarrassment.
“I can smell your arousal Commander. I can also hear you all. Are you enjoying the show?” Martra chuffed and paused to wiggle her rear at them and Shepard facepalmed. “Well, perhaps later. We have work to do. It’s about time someone helped our fellow settlers.” Martra rumbled with a deep tigric growl before she continued to lead them.
“I’m guessing you didn’t like hunkering down?” Shepard questioned after she was done sweeping her embarrassment under a rug and stomping on it.
“No. Droid assault or not, they are our neighbors. We should’ve scrambled to aid them. Instead, all of us, not a single neighboring settlement, bothered to even send scouts!” Martra snarled, a felline yowl accompanying it.
“Why didn’t yours?” Shepard asked.
“Personnel issue. We were only established two years ago and have a small population. Many of us are more worried about the nursery right now.” Martra admitted as they neared an intersection of tunnels. “This is where I managed to map the tunnels to. This tunnel here goes in the direction of Zue’s Hope. Now, since we got here smoothly, this is the part where I’m supposed to head back. Fuck that. I want to help, so do you mind if I come along?”
“Not at all!” Penny chirped and Kaidan gently elbowed her. “I mean, sure. We could use all the help we can get.” Commander Shepard amended slightly.
“Good, because I was coming whether you wanted me to or not.” Martra declared and began to lead them down the tunnel she’d indicated and Penny’s brain had fallen into the gutter again at her phrasing. Even more as the Kut primed a massive fuck-off blaster that glowed a deep green.
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“So.” Garrus intoned nearby and I rolled out from under the chassis frame I was putting together while Dee and Daw sorted out the parts for the engine. “You and the Commander, huh?”
“Well, it just sorta happened. Turns out she’s a hoplophile, I’m basically a living weapon, she loves huge boobs apparently. I just tick off multiple boxes on her fetish list. The emotional aspect comes along with it because we’re both not just looking for some fun.” I said up at the turian sharpshooter who hummed and crossed his arms.
“Well damn. I was hoping at least one of you ladies weren’t just teasing me for the fun of it.” Garrus’ words reminded me of the ongoing gag Yola, Tali and I had going with him.
“Oh. Sorry, it was all in good fun for Yola and I, but I can’t speak for Tali. She was a total virgin when we met.” The irony is I think she’s getting more action now than the majority of the Migrant Fleet since her immune system is already strong enough she’s not getting the sniffles from indulging in deepthroating.
Then Tali snuck up on Garrus and hugged him around the waist to both our surprise. “Sorry Garrus. If it’s okay, I’d be happy to talk about calibrations with you.”
“C-calibrations you say? Do tell, what about-?” Garrus was already going on about calibrations while Tali tugged him away and I saw her wink at me through her visor. Aw, thanks babe for sparing me the awkward situation. Hopefully you like him as much as you did in the games.
“He’s weird.” Daw commented as HK approached from the armory with a gun-blaster-bowcaster thing in his hands. Holy shit, when Penny sees that she might just soak her panties.
“Agreement: Yes he is. Compensating Statement: However, he does have good taste in weaponry and is able to somehow calibrate firing vectors beyond projected parameters.” HK vigorously shook the weapon in his hand, did some tugs on certain pieces, then nodded. “Pleased Statement: Construction is firm, body of weapon is rock-solid.”
“What’s that?” I asked with concern. HK-47 is infamous for having been able to assassinate people who rightly have no business being able to be assassinated. I was okay with him being allowed to maintain the weapons of the crew, but aside from his given word he wasn’t going to kill anyone on the ship, there was nothing stopping him.
“Explanation: A weapon for the scout vehicle you are making.” HK gestured to it and I recognized that it was basically a custom high-power artillery-grade bowcaster hybridized with a modern sniper rifle so that instead of needing quarrels, it fires the same sand-grain sized projectile, but added plasma and extra kick from further propulsion instead of just using Mass Effect.
“Geez HK, the Nomad is meant to be an exploration and scout vehicle, not a miniature anti-armor vehicle. Either way, I appreciate it, but how much tabana gas do we have available?” Without tabana gas, the traditional blaster technology had no means to harness plasma, leaving them just as useless as a traditional slug-thrower with no bullets.
“Answer: If all of the tabana cartridges were used exclusively for the Heavy Bowcaster, it would have roughly 200 shots before needing to obtain more tabana gas.” HK replied and I gawked. Only 200? One of those cheap standardized blasters can get roughly 500-1000 shots out of a single cartridge. Sure, those shots wouldn’t have much more oomph than a large caliber gun, but still!
“I’ll, uh, make sure that we don’t forget the limited shots we have with that thing.” Tabana gas isn’t even a commonly available resource here yet. Of course there are more than plenty of gas giants to harvest it from, but that technology isn’t locally available yet.
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“Damn this universe and it’s slug-throwers! How do those Marines withstand this sort of thing?!” Martra yowled as she ducked under a spray of bullets, the hulking female feline forced to take up most of the cover and the squad using her as extended cover since her armor was rated for heavy blaster fire. That said, it wasn’t rated for the exotic bullets of the Milky Way and she was feeling the impacts.
“I thought this place was under attack by droids!” Shepard hissed as the citizens shot at them! The moment they reached the top of the tower that Zue’s Hope was on and got off the express elevator that went straight down from the top, the citizens had seemed to be safe, no droids in sight. Then the instant they looked at Martra, they opened fire!
“It was! No bodies or broken droids though, so-ow! Something is up here! They may have even betrayed-ow! Exogeni!” Martra hissed and clutched her blaster rifle tightly. “But they’re settlers, should we even-ow! Fire back?!”
“If I report this, the Alliance will come for them and put them down as an insurrection. I’d prefer if we got to the bottom of this with as few deaths as possible! Let’s go back down the elevator and try to find another way into the tower!” Shepard declared and they ran back to the elevator, Marta acting as a physical shield while Kaidan projected his biotic one to keep her from suffering injury. Once in the elevator, it descended rapidly and the squad breathed a sigh of relief. At least until the elevator jerked to a sudden halt and stopped before opening a different door than the tunnel access.
“Hey, this is a garage.” Ashley observed as they left the elevator and found the garage was full of B1 droids and the horrible monstrosity known as a Mako that seemed to be one of the unfortunate few to be sent out before mass production. Said droids sprang to life and took aim, so the squad ran for cover, Martra doing so behind the Mako, which was big enough to cover her. “I thought the elevator only went from the tunnels to the top!”
“So did I! The one on our tower doesn’t have other doors in the shaft!” Martra replied as she blasted the droids who tried to strafe around her cover while Kaidan threw a grenade and Shepard used a biotic wave to knock over several other droids. The skirmish ended quickly and the squad reassembled to check each other over for injury.
“So is everyone alright? Good, because I’m afraid we’re going to have to appropriate that Mako. I can’t believe the ESA built and shipped so many of the things before they could be properly tried and tested.” Shepard bemoaned as they approached the blaster-burnt expensive piece of junk.
“Good thinking Commander, that sign says bridge access and I remember seeing another tower connected by one to Zue’s Hope.” Ashley pointed out and the crew piled in.
Save Martra.
“Um...where do I sit?” The enormous cat-taur asked with a visible blush through her fur, somehow. The squad realized she wouldn’t be able to even get into the cramped vehicle. “I could...ride on top?”
Penny Inoue Shepard sighed deeply out her nose. Fuck she hated the damned Mako.
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“Piece of junk!” Martra yowled and did a bucking kick with her hind legs against the side of the Mako after they’d driven halfway across the bridge with her precariously perched atop. Not even having six legs, two arms and a tail was enough to keep her from falling off twice during evasive maneuvers when assaulted by AAT-Armatures, which she helped deal with by pouncing on them and distracting them so Yola could snipe their pulse cannons.
“I swear, the sooner these atrocities are erased from the galaxy, the better.” Ashley grumbled with a green pallor to her skin and Kaidan belched as he recovered from having to use a barf bag someone had the foresight to put underneath the seat.
“What was the Brass thinking when they approved this thing? Did they even bother to have someone give a test-drive or did they look at the specs and just give it a pass?” Shepard bemoaned as she joined her squad out of the deathtrap and approached the SOS signal they picked up from halfway across the bridge. Jamming is in place, contact with the Normandy is currently dead, so that would explain why the SOS ping was such a short distance.
“I blame penny-pinchers who saw the Mako as a cheaper alternative to the Hammerhead. I read the Hammerhead only had a dozen prototypes released while the Mako had an approval for a pre-production fleet already. Hopefully whoever approved that gets canned or the wasted funds docked from their pay.” Kaidan huffed as the group approached the location of the SOS and a human guard sprang from behind cover to point a pistol at them.
“Halt! Who are you?! You’re not with that Turian are you?!” The man demanded in a panic which went into overdrive when he looked at the towering predator at the back of the group.
“A turian? It was a turian leading these droids?” Shepard demanded of the frightened security guard, who was shaking in his boots.
“Yeah, big one. Easily as tall as that big cat there.” He pointed at Martra who nodded in acknowledgment of her superiority. “He stormed into the tower, slaughtered anyone in his way, and his droid flunkies cleaned up. I managed to grab a couple of the scientists and hide them out here.”
“Why did he do that? Besides following the profile of Eden Prime.” Kaidan questioned and Shepard scrunched her eyebrows.
“Avitus Rix wasn’t known for his subtlety or his patience. He’s a Spectre mostly because of his skill rather than his personality. There’s something here he wants, so he came to get it. If smashing through everything is the fastest way, he’ll do it.” Shepard replied before focusing back on the guard. “Listen, we need to know as much as possible about this place before we go storming in.”
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“So, Battle Maiden.” I groaned at Wrex’s nickname and rolled out from under the Nomad, which was almost looking like an actual vehicle by this point rather than just a frame.
“What is it, Wrex?” I huffed in exasperation. I don’t dislike the krogan, in fact I rather enjoy his company, but he was much rougher around the edges than Wrekrov and knowing krogan as much as I do, they’re often much worse than Wrex.
“When were you going to tell me about the Priest’s plots?” Wrex grumbled when he crossed his arms and I blinked in bemusement.
“What are you going on about? Priest-oh ! Wrekrov? What’s going on?” I haven’t seen him for even longer than Marrow. He didn’t manage to visit, but at least he was able to call me and let Yola and I know he was back in the Milky Way, preaching the good word of Urta. I haven’t been keeping tabs on him, sadly. I hope he’ll still give me belly oils for the next time I’m-.
“You don’t know? Heh, I thought you knew everything, the little spy that you are.” Wrex shook his head and looked around the Normandy’s small hangar. “Those tin cans can keep a secret right?”
“Uh, sure? Dee, Daw, Grease . Go take a break, recharge or, whatever you do in your downtime.” I upgraded them with small Mass Effect reactor cores like mine, so they could go much longer between charges.
“Sweet! I call player 2!” Dee cheered as they sprinted to the door leading towards the common room.
“You always get Luigi!” Daw whined before they left.
“Ook, ah!” The parasite shrieked as it followed it’s masters.
“AI. They’re so...dumb though. Not the nightmares the Council keeps preaching about.” Wrex huffed and then turned his focus back to me. “Are you getting up? It feels weird to talk to you while you’re down there on a creeper.”
“Alright then.” I stood up and stretched to make sure I wasn’t getting kinked up. “Okay, so what is it Wrex?” At my question, the burly old krogan in red armor began pacing.
“So. The Priest has told the Council that I of all krogan am the one best suited to leading my people to a prosperous future.” Wrex grumbled and shook his head as he glared at the floor.
“I can see it. You’re a lot more tempered, cynical, you see more than the easiest way through things. Though that's still not by much. I can see it though. I’ve also been keeping tabs on you when I could. Your service record as a merc is exemplary, showing you have smarts.” I replied, withholding the fact that I know why he’s suited, why of all the krogan he would be the best. Besides Eve of course, but I can’t hedge my hopes on her surviving.
“Bah! I tried before, my own father tried to kill me over it! At the Hallows, the most sacred of places my people have! The place of our ancestors, a place of neutral grounds where fighting is forbidden! He called a moot to talk about my ideas and tried to kill me over them! After that I gave up. Why should I try again?” Wrex snarled as he looked at me...and I realized he was asking me seriously, not rhetorically.
“Because Wrex, you still can’t bear to have given up. You can’t stand that you failed. So what if some brainless idiots tried to stop you, you are the one who let them win even after you killed them! Now, you have a chance to grab this opportunity by the quad and you’re bitching about it?” I demanded as I stormed up to him and put my visor in his face.
“...I swear, how many of the females on this ship are secretly krogan?” Wrex sighed and I shoved his chest, making him stagger.
“If that’s what it’ll take to get your oversized crest out of your cloaca, then why don’t we go to Tuchanka, find a strong-willed female, tell her the situation and have her ride herd on your ass to get it done?” I growled as I grabbed his collar and shook him, the act clearly surprising him.
“Gah and what about this mission? I can’t give up this fight if I’m going to lead! The Clans would see me leaving as a disgrace and these two Spectres are a threat to my kind too!” Wrex reasoned as he struggled to pull my hands off of his collar, but stopped when he likely realized he’d tear his armor before dislodging me.
“I’m not saying that. I’m saying, at some point, we are going to Tuchanka. It’s almost an inevitability. When we go there, we are going to the Cathedral of Urta, you are going to pray like a good, pious little war-beast and get help from your people’s matron goddess! If you failed before after doing so well without her blessing, now with the Empire here and her able to properly hear your prayer? You want to unify the krogan? It’s going to take blood! Not just politics, but blood! I’m sure Urta can appreciate that.” I let him go and looked at my hands. I’d gripped him so tightly my endoframe broke through my flesh and my ‘blood’ was everywhere.
“...Okay. I’ll do that. Anything to help. If I’m going to succeed, I’m going to need it.” Wrex muttered, nodded at me in respect and then left me alone with my torn open fingers that were already repairing thanks to my nanites.
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“So, one guy wants us clearing out the droids, one wants us to find his research, which might be illegal since the director doesn’t want us looking into their research. Lastly, the woman wants us to find her daughter?” Ashely recapped for us all.
“So, which one should we look into first? Perhaps something we can get done quickly?” Yola suggested as the group neared the Mako with hesitation.
“Let's find miss Baynham’s daughter first, confirm if she’s alive or dead.” Shepard suggested as they all piled into the uncomfortable Mako for the last leg of the bridge and Martra pranced antsily in place before jumping onto the roof. That act made Shepard want to go daw ~ and hug her, but this was a combat zone.
“I hope the girl is okay. The last thing a parent should suffer is the death of their child.” Kaidan said as the Mako got moving.
“That sounds like it was from personal experience.” Ashley gently commented and Kaidan shook his head.
“No, but I lost my niece. She was only a few months old, but it still hurt. The pain my family felt was so much I couldn’t help but share it.” Kaidan shared with melancholy.
“A few months? I thought infant mortality was still going down.” Yola sadly intoned.
“That’s just it, going down, not gone. She was born with a brain defect, one the doctors didn’t know what it was at the time. Nowadays, we know it’s similar to how asari are natural biotics without implants. My sister spent too much time around an active Core Drive in her early gestation because she didn’t know she was pregnant.” Kaidan explained and Yola nodded.
“Oh, yes. That’d do it, but they could’ve stabilized her if they’d known. People with a biotic trait aren’t unheard of because of heavy exposure to Eezo, not just asari, but non-asari born on Illium have displayed it.” Yola replied and Kaidan nodded.
“Exactly. When my sister found out, she was devastated again to realize her daughter could’ve been saved. That’s why I hope we find Miss Baynham’s daughter. We’ve given her hope, if we fail, she’ll suffer despair again.” Kaidan said with grim determination.
“I don’t like Ethan Jeong. He’s the Director of Exogeni for the local branch, but he’s always treated Zhu’s Hope differently from their other sites. Like they’re test subjects.” Martra growled through the comms as she held onto the roof of the Mako for dear life.
“That’s the guy who didn’t want us snooping, right? The one demanding we get rid of the Droids?” Yola asked for clarification as she looked at her omni.
“That’s the one. I wish he hadn’t made it out, but of course he would.” Martra grumbled and then she yelped when the Mako did a hard and fast turn that almost toppled it like the mobile bounce castle it was, but Martra leaned enough into the turn to keep it from rolling over like an overeager dog with no legs at the top of a hill.
After the turn, the bridge suddenly ended in a ramp and everyone screamed moments before landing in the garage of the second tower. This also resulted in the Mako crushing a bunch of droids, tossing Martra off to crush more droids, rolling over even more droids and then crashing into the far wall, of course, crushing even more droids.
Did we mention there were a lot of droids ?
“Firm Command: Kill them!” Yelled an HK-50 as those roller droids with Energy Shields that Nora had briefed the crew on being known as Droidekas rolled up, unfolded and started targeting us with those high-power blaster cannons on their arms!
“Everyone. Prepare your stomachs.” Shepard grimly warned as she flipped several switches and the Mako began whining . “I know I’m going to regret this…”
“Get off me you damned greasy-my ears ~!” Martra wailed and clutched at her ears as the Mako began to fucking dance on all six wheels through the droids firing at the heavily armored spastic vehicle of doom.
None survived.
Well, save the poor unfortunates who vomited all over the interior of the abomination and the traumatized tiger-taur who curled up in a whimpering ball in the corner of the garage.
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“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t have you detained.” Doctor Chakwas demanded.
“Because the Commander knows and trusts me?” I sheepishly replied from where I was sitting on the examination table, finally forced to take the mandatory medical check-up all Alliance ships have established, even for non-human crew.
“...Fine, you have a good reason.” Dr. Chackwas huffed as she looked over the data she got from scanning me.
“To be fair, this is exactly why I don’t just tell everyone.” I snarked and she shoved a breast-milk harvester pump into my hand. The kind doctors use to sample a mother’s colostrum.
“Shut up and give me those medicine samples. You’re using unknown medical substances on my commanding officer and another crewmate. I need to know what they are if I’m going to have any conscience or reason not to report you to high command.” Dr. Chakwas declared as she went to another table and began preparing lab equipment.
“Okay, okay.” I sighed and unzipped my suit to put the small hand milker to my right nipple and pumped it to get the pressure to pull my milk into the small vial. “I knew you were a hard-ass Chakwas, but this is a bit excessive.”
“Excessive? You’ve potentially poisoned my commanding officer, masqueraded as another species when you’re an AI and you call my reaction excessive ?” Dr. Chakwas sneered and I glared back.
“Considering A: I don’t generate poison, B: I am what I am, even if not what I appear to be and C: I’m a Living Intelligence you bosh’tet. That’s practically a racial slur.” I detached the filled vial and pump and nearly tossed it at her. “There! Take your sample. Can I go now, since I can’t exactly leave the ship anyway?”
“It’s not like I could stop you.” Dr. Chakwas grumbled and began examining my milk as I stormed out of the med bay.
Right into Garrus’ chest. “Oof! Whoa Nora, where’s the hurry?” Garrus questioned and grabbed my suit and zipped-oh. “There, now you’re presentable. Good thing it wasn’t someone not in the know who caught you.”
“Garrus, do you like my ass?” I demanded irritably and he blanched, his mandibles flaring.
“H-huh? Well, I said yes already-.” Before the turian could continue, I grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the sleeping quarters.
“Good. I need to blow off some steam, you just volunteered. You have reach, I have flexibility, let’s work out some stress.” I growled and behind me I heard the turian’s mandibles click open as he started stuttering about regulations, about how fornication is restricted during active operations, et cetera. Gods does he have a stick up his ass. I’d better do my best to surgically remove it.
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“I feel incredible annoyance at Nora for some reason.” Yola suddenly commented where she was ducking behind Martra, who with help from Shepard and Kaidan, had become a moving barricade to push against the barrage of blaster bolts they had to advance against. “Damn it, she’s sexing someone right now. I can’t cant to her right now, but I can feel it somehow.”
“Whoever it is, I hope they’re ready for the sex-machine or I might have to explain to a distraught family how their son or daughter died from sexual activity.” Shepard replied through grit teeth, more at being in the middle of a firefight than because her girlfriend was getting frisky with someone. The past few days she’d come to understand Nora was insatiable and too much for a single person, let alone a couple to handle. At least Yola took the brunt of it.
“This Nora sounds like an Imperial courtesan the way you describe her.” Martra grunted before she took another bolt to the chest. She yowled and hissed as she continued to push forward while Shepard and Kaidan struggled to hold their shields.
“Are you okay, Martra?!” Kaidan grunted through his teeth as sweat dumped down his face. As the strongest biotic on the Normandy , he was taking the majority of the strain from this action while Shepard gave as much support as possible, but they were all riding on Martra’s back as the tiger-taur advanced.
“Fractured...ribs…” Martra reported as she continued to advance. “Primary lungs in...larger torso unbothered...secondary lungs bruised…”
“You’ve done good Martra! Get us into that room just ahead!” Shepard urged and the tiger-taur Cat-Kut managed it, getting them out of the hail of red death the B1s had been laying down the corridor they’d needed to get down. Yola had told them before taking such a risk that the reason the B1s were so coordinated was because they had a BX droid commanding them. They were often used in surgical strike teams, but they had the processing power to seize whole squads of B1s and coordinate them.
Shepard felt a twinge of worry of encountering more of them in the future, yet also wondered how pleased Nora would be if she managed to secure one mostly intact...
“Stupid machine!” Yelled a guttural voice that was the signature of a male krogan on the floor above them.
“Damaging this unit will not allow you access. Please step away, a query is forming.” A VI replied and the ground crew nodded at each other while using furniture to blockade the doorway from the corridor. It wouldn’t stop the droids for long, but anything was better than nothing.
Besides, they had their escape route.
“You will yield to these security protocols you waste of steel! Avitus demands it!” The krogan shouted while the crew handed their grenades to Yola, who prepared an ad-hoc shaped charge and stuck it to the ceiling.
“Access Den-.” Yola set off the charge and a krogan fell through the floor in pieces, the blast had shredded him from the legs up to his chest. “Access Granted, welcome Unit Yola.”
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“Oh~...are you trying to kill me, Nora?” Garrus groaned from where he was limply laying on the bed while I sat on his iron-firm dick lodged into my vibrating vagina. The fact that I’m fucking him without moving as my simulated pussy pulsed and undulated on his fairly respectable 8-inch spike of a dick was plenty enough stimulation for me too as I relaxed.
“Shh, just relax.” This is the first time I’m getting to practice with the extra stimulation features I’ve had installed. I missed out with Marrow when he visited because he blew my mind so much I forgot, same as the time before. I’m so regretful I didn’t use them before.
“If I relax anymore-nng~...I might just die.” Garrus groaned as he orgasmed again, the metallic raptor man panting as he ran his hands up and down my clenching thighs.
“It’d be a good death, though not by your people’s standards.” I grunted as I shuddered in another weak orgasm. It wasn’t intense in the same way as I was used to, but it was a low simmering thing that kept drifting into edies of pleasure.
“Nora! You’re going to kill him!” Tali shouted when she rushed into the room and shook me by the shoulder.
“Aw, but he’s getting so much satisfaction.” I pouted at the young woman who held up her omni-. “Fuck!” I turned off my extra features and Garrus sighed in relaxation. “Garrus, do you know you have Corpalis Syndrome?” I knew his mother and sister had it, but Garrus didn’t have it in the games!
“Really? Damn, the doctors insisted it was benign, that I had worked around it. Ugh...well, at least I know I will have to retire early…” Garrus sighed in resignation and something pinged on my HUD, causing me to perk up.
“Nope! My medicine synthesizing microfactories just pinged me with the counter to it! Geez, what didn’t Star Swirl plan for? Time for your milk Garrus!” I groped my breasts and he blinked.
“It isn’t Levo, right? I get gassy.”
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“What do you mean I have access? I’ve never been here!” Yola demanded from the VI in the control room the ground crew had climbed up into. “Nora and I avoided small, easily secured locations like Feros on our bug-planting trips, so how is it I’m in the system?”
“Unknown, Unit Yola. You are simply in the registry of people authorized for this system. What can I help you with today?” The dumb security VI replied dully and the group looked at each other before Shepard gestured for Yola to continue, since the VI wouldn’t respond to her or the others. Shepard would have Yola rip the archives so she and Nora can try to figure out how or why Yola has access later.
“What is Exogeni working on at this facility?” Yola requested as Kaidan helped Martra out of her humanoid torso’s armor and he hissed almost as much as she did at the visible bruising around her ribs when parting her fur to check. He didn’t even care he was putting his face between her white-furred DD-cup boobs to apply Medi-gel.
“Exogeni is studying alien botanical life in the hopes of using them in future colonization efforts.” The VI replied and Shepard shook her head and gestured for Yola to try again.
“Could you be more specific? What is so special to devote a whole facility to it?” Yola winced when Martra yowled and whimpered as the ‘technically illegal, but too useful to be’ compound of flesh-molding nanites and compounds of beneficial materials penetrated into her flesh and began filling in and bonding the bones back together.
“Exogeni found an ancient plant designated Species 37. It releases spores that have slowly taken over the cerebral cortex of the people of Zhu’s Hope. Exogeni wanted to learn as much about Species 37 which announced itself as a Thorian, as well as what it knew of the Protheans since it was alive during that Era. Exogeni’s main interest in the plant is how it seems to have increased the Colony’s effectiveness towards completing goals that help them and the plant. Though it is theorized that the plant will eventually have the subjects processed into fertilizer once they become too weak to aid its growth.” The VI explained and the crew sneered.
“So this thing is a parasite. It robs people of their free will and uses them until they’re expended. It’d be a symbiosis if the people still had their own will, but they’re literally just puppets. Where is it located?” Shepard demanded and Yola repeated her demand so it would respond.
“It is located in the ancient botanical farm of Zhu’s Hope.” The VI helpfully answered and clanking echoed from below as the droids finally got around to moving the barricade.
“Yola, rip it’s software so we can examine it later. Martra, can you move?” Shepard asked the Imperial soldier who had zipped her hardsuit back up and was putting her armor plating back on with Kaidan’s help.
“Yes. That gel was obscenely painful compared to Imperial healing potions, but I’m good to go.” Martra declared and slapped her chest for emphasis before readying her blaster rifle once more.
“Good, because we need to get out of here and fast.”
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“Doctor. Let me be the first here to say you need to shut the hell up.” Wrex snarled at Doctor Karin Chakwas, who Nora had caught trying to contact someone to have her detained. Unfortunately for her, she’d altered Alexa to monitor any sort of communication like that and cut it off with apologies to both parties about there being a short in the line, which would then ping my allies on the ship via their omnis or comms with who tried to rat me out.
“She’s an abomination! She’s an AI, a machine that is producing gene modifications in her chassis! She’s defying so many laws it’s unfathomable that the Commander would even consider leaving her alive, let alone on this ship!” Chakwas gasped around the krogan’s claw that had her pinned by the throat up against the wall of her med bay.
“That’s where you’re wrong. The Commander knew damn well what Nora was before inviting her onto the ship.” Garrus leered at her and even had his pistol ready. Alexa had been quite accommodating in closing, locking and darkening the windows and doors of the med bay, so nobody would see or hear what was going on here if things got...nasty .
“Also, there’s the fact that she is Suited Citizen. I don’t know if you have the clearance to know what that means, but it basically means you’re trying to have a known asset to the Earth Systems Alliance be jettisoned out an airlock.” Tali snarled as she held my hand firmly. I don’t know if it was for my comfort or hers.
“Which will be you if you try anything like this again. Damn regulation or that you’re the only doctor on board this ship. I have Alexa, you have nobody. Say this to anyone and it will be your last mistake Doctor Chakwas.” I snarled and approached her to look her in the eyes. “Not quite the romantic space odyssey you were hoping for when you joined the navy as a medic, is it?”
“W-what?” The doctor paled and I brought up my omni.
“Doctor Karin Chakwas, age 31, sign Libra, A-negative blood type, caucasian, blond, gray eyes, born on Manhattan island to Dorothy and Kurtis Chakwas February 2nd 2151. PHD in human biology, general medicine, surgery and botany. The last one was just a side-study to round out your syllabus. You have two siblings, one deceased, a surviving father, no children, two nephews. You joined the navy instead of settling for a residency at any hospital that would’ve gladly taken such a skilled doctor because you wanted to travel. You were dissatisfied with living on bases that you were transferred around so you jumped at the chance to be on a ship such as the Normandy .” I let it sink in that I knew everything about her and she was looking terrified.
“Way I see it doc, you have two choices. Either shut up, accept the situation and move on. Or you try to squeal and I pulp you like a pyjak!” Wrex roared and she actually pissed herself in fear.
“Or, better yet. You can cooperate and be on board with perhaps one of the potentially best things that could happen to the galaxy technologically and biologically.” Tali said before-Tali no ~! “Look me in the eyes, doctor and tell me she is a mistake.”
“Tali! Put your visor back on!” I wailed and grasped for the purple visor she’d taken off, but she stopped me by gently pressing the visor into my hand and looked at me. Wow...she’s so pretty…
“I just took an immunobooster and I tested it already. A few minutes of exposure aren’t a risk anymore thanks to you.” Tali smiled beautifically, which even with most of her mouth covered by her helmet was dazzling. She then turned her bioluminescent white-blue gaze to the stunned doctor. “Her gene modifications and medicines have allowed me to become healthier and stronger. Soon, I won’t need to wear this suit anymore. If you could help synthesize the mods independent of Nora, you could be hailed as a hero , Doctor Chakwas.”
“So, what do you say doctor? Are you going to be a good person? Or a dead one?” Garrus demanded as he brandished his pistol.
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“I hate this thing!” Lizbeth Baynham, Miss Baynham’s daughter, wailed as the Mako jumped and rocked while dodging fire from the HMP Droid Gunship that was harrying them after they’d cleared the Exogeni tower and were taking the Mako back across the bridge.
“We all do!” Ashley commiserated with the young woman as she held her firmly to her since there wasn’t enough space and Yola was lodged in the gunner’s seat.
“Martra, I need you to jump off the roof so I can get a clear shot! Wait until we reach some cover for you!” Yola shouted over the comms and the frazzled tigress breathlessly replied in the affirmative. She jumped when they neared several wrecked trucks. Yola instantly used the freed range of the turret to sight and blast the ship in the ‘cockpit’, which sent the deadly autonomous ship plummeting with its control system ruined by 155 millimeters worth of magnetically accelerated super-conductive mass punched through it. “Keelah~ that was close!”
“Good shot, Yola. Martra, get back on.” Shepard huffed as she took a moment to breathe. Driving a Mako in live-fire was far too stressful. She’ll need a full stress-relief session with Nora after this.
Thankfully, the halfway point of the ancient bridge wasn’t much further and when they disgorged from the Mako they relished at the sight of Lizbeth rushing to her mother and the two hugging. “Did you clear out the tower of those things?” The moment was ruined by Ethan Jeong, the local Exogeni Director approaching with awe and surprise in his expression as he looked back towards the tower. “There were so many of those things. I’d be surprised if you took out even a few of them.”
“Yes, they’re disabled, but so are you! Ethan Jeong, you are under arrest for violations of ESA treaties on the lawful treatment of sapient research subjects!” Kaidan declared and biotically pinned the man’s arms to his sides before quickly getting behind him and cuffing him. The nearby guard winced and Miss Baynham retreated with Lizbeth into the building.
“U-unhand me this instant! I’ve done nothing-!” Ethan Jeong was silenced by Ashley punching him in the gut.
“You’ve turned an entire colony into your own personal ant farm! I’d kill you now, except the people you’ve handed over to the Thorian deserve justice!” Shepard snarled vindictively at the Korean-descended man as he coughed and regained his breath.
“The Thorian was infecting them before we even knew what it was doing! Please! We were trying to research a way to release the colonists without killing them! You have the research Doctor Gavin Hossle asked for, don’t you?! The reason we needed it is because it has the last cure culture we’d been working on when the droids attacked!” Ethan hurriedly declared and the crew sneered at him.
“What about the fact Exogeni is interested in how fast the colonists are finishing the colony infrastructure?” Yola demanded as she looked over the data she ripped from the tower’s archive. That said, everything, because they didn’t have the time to be surgical with droids constantly attacking until the last of them were cleared out.
“Because...because we were planning to try and arrange a deal with it. The Thorian is sapient ! It’s an alien species, not just a parasite! Once we had the ability to negate its spores, we were going to give it an ultimatum: death or service to help it’s species survive. We were going to contact the ESA, tell them we have a way for penal colonies to exist without constant risk of revolt. After the prisoners did their time in community service, they’d be given the cure and released. The citizen we freed, Mary Freeman, she said she was vaguely aware of everything when under its thrall, like a half-dream. It seemed to be a sensible plan.” Ethen admitted.
“Yet one that condones brainwashing and slavery! Idiot!” Ashley snarled, but Yola raised a hand.
“Um...that is actually a rather novel idea. Punish prisoners without physically harming them, they do their time, they know they have so it isn’t a pointless punishment. They prepare the infrastructure for settlers, then are released. The Thorian could do this for new colonies once the initial startup is done and the cycle begins anew.” Yola declared, causing everyone to gawk.
“But this is still slavery!” Kaidan protested and Ashley looked unsure now.
“Well, it’s no different from the penal colonies the ESA already uses, only the prisoners are kept sedated…” Ashley considered and they looked at Martra who blinked.
“What? This is similar to how we have Changeling Overminds enthrall prisoners for our own penal colonies, only more invasive and less pleasure involved.” Martra replied, causing even Ethan to look at her in surprise.
“The Empire condones slavery? After what the Lust Demons and Hell did?” Shepard asked in shock. She’d only studied the Empire’s early history and recent history, not anything in-depth or esoteric like this.
“It isn’t slavery , it’s serving a prison sentence without the prisoner just sitting in a cell and rotting. The prisoners also prefer it because of the pleasure involved. They misbehave, they get punished, they perform above what’s asked of them, they get rewarded. It’s a simple psychological method combined with the mental compulsions provided by the warden.” Martra shrugged, as if the thought of brainwashing wasn’t anything new or inherently disturbing.
Then again the Empire is several millennia old and it’s likely ingrained by this point.
“We don’t take their free will away, not like the changelings of old. It also isn’t like how the Skaven treat their criminals by dropping them on freezing worlds in their bare fur, giving them a month of rations and pointing to their colony site saying to ‘build that or freeze’.” Martra spat to the side, as if speaking of the fellow Imperial race was shameful.
“...Damn. Now I can’t...alright. For now, you’re on watch Mister Jeong. I will speak to the Thorian with this proposed deal and see if we can’t resolve this situation peacefully before I can contact Command and figure things out.”
“If I’m found guilty, then know I did it in the hopes of advancing mankind.” Ethan Jeong sighed in resignation as he was trooped inside by the guard who, nominally his employee, is still required to detain him by Alliance law.
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“Dear gosh, Nora. Please tell me you have the blueprints.” Adams breathed in excitement as he ran a hand over the sleek sporty hull of the Nomad and used the other to look at his omni. The fact that Nora and her pit crew of two droids and a pyjak managed to build a whole new vehicle within the span of a week didn’t seem to bother him more than excite him.
“Of course!” I chirped happily, glad that something good was coming out of today while Shepard, my sister, Alenko and the Bitch were down on Feros under comm jamming so we couldn’t get reports other than the check-in. Especially since Yola managed to disable the jammer found at one of the two towers.
“You astound me, Nora. You’ve built a vehicle that, by these specs, is all-terrain, environmentally sealed, runs with an Eezo core, possesses a scanning suite suited to scouting and mineral analysis, while still having a forward-facing gun able to punch into a frigate’s hull?” Adams rhetorically asked as he looked at said nose-mounted artillery bowcaster that was mostly inset into the vehicle with a limited pivot for minor targeting. It was too powerful to have on a pintle mount on a vehicle this light, so I figured going for a semi-fixed mount was best.
“Well, I guess we should show you the interior.” I chuckled and opened up the hatch of the super-awesome space SUV and sat in the ergonomically comfortable driver’s seat as the hatch on the other side opened up for Adams to climb in. “As you can see, there’s plenty of room to go back, past the two seats behind us and into the small storage compartment with the sides lined with consoles. You can’t stand back there, but you can comfortably kneel on the padded floor.”
“Still more luxurious than any military vehicle should be.” Adams joked and reclined the seat with a sigh. “Like one of those antique cars from the early 2000s.”
“I used a luxury SUV from that era as inspiration for the seating. Why sacrifice comfort when it isn't in the way?” It also has cup holders! Glorious cup holders! “It even has food storage inside the floor just behind the two rear seats. This vehicle can go a week between charges, longer if left to sit with it’s solar cells allowed to recharge it when at rest.”
“Which means it can support long-duration and distance voyages from colonies. The moment we’re back at the Citadel, I’m having this thing delivered with a copy of your blueprints to the ESA engineers. The sooner we have a craft like this, the happier our expansionist factions will be. No more having to rely on old Grizzlies to support new colonies in scouting.” Adams clasped my hand and shook it. “Lady, if you aren’t hailed as a genius then somebody’s a damn racist.”
“I don’t need someone to tell me something I don’t know.” I boasted, my ego swelling along with the joy in my soul. With the Andromeda Initiative killed by the arrival of the Empire from Andromeda, the Nomad was never designed. I’ve fixed this grievous crime against the universe. Also, I improved it! A forward-facing cannon in case of encountering dangerous wildlife. Also, cup holders. Did I mention the glorious cup holders? Big Gulp size~!
“How about that the Andromeda Initiative has changed tack?” Wait, what? “It’s instead being coordinated with the Empire to help them expand in their own galaxy as well as get our galaxy integrated into theirs. They haven’t occupied any more of their own galaxy than we have ours, which is roughly maybe One Percent of the Milky Way. They’re hoping this cooperation will aid both of our galaxies in achieving further prosperity and discover even more civilizations. The future is still bright and curious, Nora.” Adams declared with a bright gleam to his eye and I shared it.
To think someday, in the far-far future, in a galaxy far-far away, a society was started because of my contribution. It sparked something in me and I embraced this bright hope for the future.
Ch.43
The return to Zhu’s Hope was even more tense than the arrival. The people, now known to be enthralled and fighting against their will, were assaulting them again. This time however, Shepard and her team couldn’t just kill them with the knowledge that they were being forced to. Thankfully, Shepard had packed the Mako’s storage with blasters and the BX droid commanding the forces at the Exogeni tower along with the few HK droids supporting it.
These blasters have a stun option! When Martra informed them of it, Shepard grabbed one of the heavy E-5 blasters eagerly in place of her assault rifle. The stun bolts had a shorter distance to them, but the blue bolts knocked out the civilians without killing them, allowing the team to restrain the victims and move on.
This didn’t change the fact that negotiations with the Thorian had broken down fast when it spoke through a plant-based clone of an asari biotic named Shiara, who was in the process of being subsumed by the Thorian. It considered all organic life that wasn’t it to be little more than food and tools. Still, the crew had it at an impasse. They could kill it here and now with blasters set to kill and it couldn’t do anything with the ‘cure’ which basically just cut the spores off from the Thorian being dispersed through the atmospheric aerosol system.
“We need to kill it. It’s a threat to this planet and all worlds it’s spores spread to.” Ashley declared, which was reasonable considering the sociopathic monster cared nothing for the lives of others.
“Guys?” Yola said as the group debated.
“I agree, it’s too dangerous.” Kaidan nodded and looked over at the defenseless giant plant with a leer of contempt, the plant-clone of Shiara looked worried and backed up against the Thorian’s main body.
“Guys.” Yola raised her voice a bit.
“It isn’t too different from an entity by the name Sovereign back on Equus, save that it is much more callous.” Martra’s comment felt incredibly ironic somehow to Shepard for some reason.
“Guys!” Yola yelped, drawing everyone’s attention.
“What is it Yola-duh…” Shepard was immediately thrown into the gutter of arousal at the sight of Yola hefting basketball-sized boobs that had stretched her dark red suit tight enough to outline her nipples.
“Uh, what’s going on?” Ashely asked while everyone save Martra openly gawked at Yola’s still swelling tits.
“Unf, just help me open my suit before-!” Yola’s grabbing at her zipper was in vain and her breasts burst free of her suit to send her sprawling against her beach-ball sized pale lavender chest that was leaking green fluid. “Oh~ my chassis is rapidly absorbing the spores in the air, a pre-prepared mutagen compound is being dispensed. I don’t know what’s going on. It must be another hidden feature Star Swirl snuck in.”
“Star Swirl?! That madpony?!” Martra hurriedly scrambled away from Yola, grabbing Kaidan and tugging him along since he was the closest. “What kind of mutagen?!”
“W-what a-are y-you d-do-?” The Shiara clone stammered before she fell over, rapidly rotting away. Rumbling shook everything as vines twisted free of the knot that was the core of the Thorian and formed openings on the ends before they dove onto Yola’s nipples, the Geth wailing in pleasure as they began milking her.
“W-what the hell?” Kaidan demanded with shock as Yola screamed and writhed with pleasure while she was drained and molested by plant tentacles that tore off her suit to ravish her. “Sh-shouldn’t we stop this?”
“Fuck no.” Penny panted as she restrained herself from masturbating at the sight of one of her girlfriends getting tentacle-fucked and milked like some exotic porno out of the Empire.
“Shepard, shouldn’t your mind be out of the gutter?” Ashley asked with flushed cheeks that hinted at her disapproval being mostly out of her belief in military professionalism rather than disgust at the sight happening in front of them.
“My girlfriend is getting absolutely wrecked by a tentacle monster. Hell no.” Penny panted as the Thorian slowed down and let Yola go once her breasts were back to normal and she was left a gasping mess lying in a puddle of green goo, mud and her own feminine slime. “You ok, Yola?”
“Fuck yeah…” Yola managed to gasp out before the Thorian suddenly...bloomed.
“This is…” A clone of Shiara, or perhaps Shiara herself, said as she descended the stairs made of vines from the green-blue-purple flower that the Thorian had turned into while she looked at her blue-green hands in awe. “I...I am...one with the Thorian. It is me. I am it, but it is no longer a senseless apathetic creature with me given the reins.”
“Shiara? Is it really you speaking, or is it Thorian?” Shepard asked, getting over her heady arousal for the moment. She was banging Yola and Nora so hard tonight.
“Both. I...have no way to describe it.” Shiara said as she examined her body, looking typical for an asari, though the green pigmentation was unique.
“Is it like you’re both you, yet thousands of you are also being you?” Yola asked after she staggered to her feet with Ashley and Shepard helping her up. Martra was still holding Kaidan protectively and unwilling to approach something Star Swirl had created.
“That is actually rather apt, yes.” Shiara replied before her body sprouted ‘clothes’ that looked like something out of a dryadic fetish story with leaves and flowers covering her naughty bits.
“Welcome to the joy of being a gestalt entity. We have jackets.” Yola huffed and rubbed her D-cup breasts.
“The Geth are the same as this?” Shiara questioned as she nervously approached the team, who lowered their weapons as the woman neared.
“Not quite, but close enough. What are you going to do now?” Yola asked as she picked up her ruined suit and sighed before she fished in her cleavage to retrieve a spare.
“Now? I’m going to tell you everything I know. Then I’m going to go outside, apologize to everyone, submit myself to the rule of law and pray that I am not terminated.” Shiara closed her eyes solemnly and Shepard looked the woman over.
“I’ll try my best to ensure that doesn’t happen if you do cooperate.” The fact she was hot had nothing to do with it. Also, if this meant a new species was being born, Shepard wasn’t going to deny it the chance to flourish.
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“So, let me get this straight. Star Swirl had something in our systems ready to mutate the Thorian into a singular entity rather than the soulless monstrosity it was?” I queasily asked the ground team who was back aboard the Normandy after their harrowing mission.
“Yes, it also turned everyone infected with the spores into plant hybrids linked to a hivemind that will need Imperial investigation to see if a changeling could help them cope with their new lives.” Martra announced. The beautiful and sexy tiger-taur had come aboard to join the crew and I was quite pleased with this. Marrow still talked about how hot the hermaphroditic cat-taur folk were. She was wearing more casual clothes now that she wasn’t in combat, which meant she wore a shirt and nothing else, letting her fluffy tigric body breathe.
“We also now have a cat!” Shepard squealed as she nuzzled the huge Cat-Kut’s oblique as she hugged the woman’s humanoid torso.
“If my people didn’t enjoy being fawned over, I’d almost call that racist.” Martra purred with a deep rumble as she patted Penny’s head. “But yes, I’ve been given permission to join you. I don’t mind being a mascot either, so feel free to let me come with you or provide moral support with fluffy snuggles.” Martra winked and everyone chuckled as her pheromones, which smelled amazing by the way, blanketed the room and set everyone at ease.
“Commander, show some restraint…” Ashley muttered and clearly was struggling not to hug and pet the enormous tiger woman too.
“Nope! Kitty!” Penny declared and sighed before patting Martra’s back and the big cat mewled in disappointment when Shepard stopped snuggling. “Anyway, we’re still going to have to report this to the Brass with my recommendation that Zhu’s Hope be quarantined for observation while the colonists adjust to their situation.”
“There’s also the news that Shiara gave us. She was sacrificed to the Thorian because she betrayed Matriarch Benezia. She Melded-.” Kaidan was interrupted by Liara gasping and covering her mouth in shock.
“M-Melded with the Thorian? From the data you sent to our omni-tools, that creature literally covered the whole of Feros in it’s vines, which are all one continuous nervous system. How did she survive such a thing?” Liara asked in horrified fascination and Ashley wrinkled her brow.
“Why would that matter?” Ashley questioned and I sighed at the bitch of course remaining ignorant of the biology of the aliens she works and lives with.
“Because when we asari Meld, we’re interlinking our nervous system with another living creature, becoming one with it. That she did it with such a massive entity and didn’t die or go mad is both incredible and impossible, yet it seems the impossible tends to be a matter of perspective these days.” Liara informed everyone and those ignorant of how intimate Melding is for asari, which was most everyone, just nodded along and I rolled my eyes.
“Okay, so what happened after the asari was forced to have nerve sex with a planet-sized plant?” Wrex gruffly questioned, causing several of those out of the loop to turn a bit green.
“She provided Tela Vasir, the asari Spectre we’re also looking for, something she called the Cipher. It is some sort of genetic memory code with data from the Protheans. It would supposedly allow Vasir to understand the visions provided by a Prothean Beacon.” Kaidan looked meaningfully at Penny, who closed her eyes and let out a steadying breath from her nose.
“Which hurt in a way I cannot describe. It’s like trying to describe colour to someone who never had eyes.” Shepard took a deep breath and let out a long sigh as she leaned on Martra and the fluffy tigress gently side-hugged her.
“So why did you have to go to Exogeni tower? Why did Avitus attack there while Tela got what they needed from the Thorian? I know the colonists at Zue’s Hope had repelled an attack on the colony itself, but they let the tower get overrun.” Garrus pointed out and everyone seemed fairly confused.
“Look, it’s obvious. Avitus went to the place where the people researching the Thorian had their data to see if they had anything that could deal with it while Tela offered up the sacrifice to get what they were after. Apparently they weren’t anticipating the Thorian to have already enslaved the colonists, so they probably retreated and left that poor krogan lackey and a battalion of droids to whittle the place down. Droids are expendable and so are dumb grunts.” I offered up and everyone nodded in agreement. “Well then, where to next, Commander?”
“We’re going to do some minor missions to help out the alliance while we wait for a lead.” Shepard explained and then looked at her omni. “Then head back to the Citadel. You’ve been a busy beaver Nora. Adams is practically singing praises for you in this report.”
“I know, aren’t I amazing?” I puffed out my chest and everyone chuckled. “Oh, you’ll also want to speak to Chakwas. It’s rather urgent . It involves my essential health checkup.” I stressed and Penny’s gentle gaze turned cold before she nodded and stormed away, likely to give the doctor hell.
“Are you okay, Nora?” Yola was instantly at my side, leaning against me where I’d been sitting on one of the circular couches of the meeting room.
“I’m fine. Just disappointed.” Chakwas agreed to remain silent and even work with samples to discover how to replicate the medicine and mods, but I was incredibly disappointed in the woman. She was such a pragmatic person in the games, willing to put aside bias in favor of getting her work done. She even bonded quite well with Mordin and was one of the people the hardest hit with his death. Hopefully that can change, hopefully my girlfriend doesn’t go too far and demand she resign from her post.
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“I don’t know who to fear more. You or the Commander.” Chakwas grumbled as she took blood samples from Martra, who patiently followed all of the doctor’s requests as she examined the alien woman and even had to consult a veterinarian book to know what to look for in her tauric half.
“Definitely Penny. She’s not as forgiving as I am.” I commented from where I was watching Chakwas like a hawk. I wasn’t going to leave the precious kitty alone with the brusque woman. Not after yesterday.
“At least she didn’t threaten to space me out of an airlock.” Chakwas grumbled while scanning Martra’s hindquarters. “Do you have both female and male reproductive organs?”
“Cat-Kut are hermaphrodites as a means of survival after generations of intensive gene therapy and having to deal with high mortality rates on our world after our ancestors blew it up.” Martra shrugged at the fact she was both genders.
“Why was the mortality rate so high?” I asked for clarification.
“Well, think of Tunkunka, but covered in multiple species crafted for war. Think beasts the size of buildings and we’re their mice. I'm part of the Fifth generation, but the differences between generations are vast.” Martra answered while her tail flicked about.
“So you’re not the original species of your homeworld?” Chakaws asked with her medical curiosity winning out as she continued to examine the woman.
“We’ve mostly forgotten what we originally looked like. The appearance we have now is the result of necessity. It was cold, so we got thick fur. The beasts were too fast, so we got more legs. Still too fast, so more legs. Et cetera.” Martra rolled onto her back when directed and cooed as Chakwas ran her omni-tool over the woman’s body from collar to undercarriage.
“Do you know how it started out?” I asked with similar curiosity.
“We know the First Cat-Kut were pets we had made smarter, able to talk to us and hold conversations. They’re called Kuns and are still around. The Second were believed to look more like our old selves, bipedal and only lightly furred, but we left them dumb so we could use them as labor. They seem to have died out. The Third were similar to what I am now; a tuar with an animal head.” Martra rambled on, as if she was trying to remember.
“The Fourth came about during the Revolts. It's believed the Second and Third revolted and we responded violently. With the Third being just as smart as we were, they started modding themselves while both sides bombed each other. The Fourth were either heavily modded Threes or brand new breeds that towered over the landscape with cybernetic weapons sewn into them. Cities became deserts, deserts glass and eventually mother nature started taking its course. Much of this became legends that are loosely true and we sometimes find proof of it.”
“Eventually we found ourselves as we are; tribals on a planet covered in radiation that forced us to adapt with predatory beasts so hostile they attacked on sight and we had to tune ourselves to counter them too. The winters were so cold we couldn’t live without fur. We are a result of the planet we made. We’re no longer what we were, nor can we truly claim to be. There’s a well-accepted theory that we’re just another warbeast. We don’t know if that’s true, but we know for sure we were made and that most of our changes were by our hands.”
“You know an awful lot for a soldier from a tribal society.” Doctor Chakwas pointed out.
“There’s a lot more to it. We’re taught it in school and we have it well documented. While we were tribal, we had imprinted needs to use computers we found and fix them, write on them, document. I don’t know why that would be, but the words of Kuts such as Wishfly Kut have saved us from predators and such.” Martra said as she opened her wrist mounted computer.
“Didn’t one of you say you only called yourselves Kut for introductions?” I asked.
“Yeah, they never called themselves Wishfly Kut, it's just what we label them so we can sort out what they invented or modded into our DNA. Titles come to Kut after death, normally.” Marta said as she showed us images of labs, offices, computers, all covered in dust and with less hairy creatures covered in tribal clothes poking about them. “We were an advanced society before we fell and could program instructions into DNA. We think whatever happened, we ended up with gene instructions on how to use our own tech and mod our bodies to adapt.”
“You programmed yourselves to march out of the muck you made.” Chakwas said in a mix of awe and fear. “This is exactly why the Council has laws against this…”
“It’s also why we won’t make the mistake again.” Martra rebutted and held up a still image of a news article titled: Empire Denounces Salarian Union on Genophage Hypocrisy . “Unlike your people.”
“Oh no, what are they protesting now?” I mewled unhappily. The Empire was too used to getting things their way. When coming into contact with a society of different beliefs than yours, you’re supposed to use diplomacy , not call them idiots over admittedly backwards thinking. I also thought they were already working on helping the krogan if they were scouting Wrex to lead.
“According to this article, that despite the Council’s agreement with the Empire to help the krogan reorganize themselves, that the Salarian Union is disbarring all assistance in regards to the Genophage or anything to do with the krogan at all.” Martra growled torso-deep, the rumbling thrummed through me and I could only imagine what it did to Chakwas since she reflexively jumped away from the massive predator she’d been giving a belly rub.
“Sounds about right. Shifty geckos. Command has us on orders not to speak to anyone who might be STG and it’s hard to tell with them.” Chakwas muttered something about them wasting their talents with espionage and murder instead of healing as she sent us on our way.
Ch.44
“It seems your words were as empty as your emotions.” Medulla huffed from her podium and for the first time in known history, the turian and asari councilors took the side of the petitioner against the salarian councilor. Laiel knew the salarians were shifty, it’s in their nature, but for Valern’s people to completely deny his agreement and proposals for compromise was a new low.
“I warned you that the Dalatrass in charge may well deny any agreements made in this forum. In the end, I do not have the authority to override her. I am sorry, there is nothing I can do but offer the assistance of any volunteers from the STG.” Valern replied and shook his head. Laiel wanted to call the figurehead on his bullshit, but Messana’s gaze calmed him.
“I know of one who might volunteer. Do you know of Mordin Solus? He worked on the Genophage before, to improve it. Surely he would be willing to help.” Jorgal Wrekrov suggested, surprising the council as a whole. All of them knew Mordin Solus.
“Yes, how is it that you know him?” Messana questioned curiously.
“I’ve met him before. We had a rather pleasant discussion on several topics ranging from morality, religion, preference in tea. I even gave him a copy of the Lexicana Urtada.” Jorgan Wrekrov declared with a pleased smile.
“That stone-carved book? How did he manage to carry it?” Laiel asked in surprise while gesturing to the book hanging by a thick chain at Wrekrov’s waist. It was less a book and more a series of thin stone tablets carved from the densest stone of Tuchanka and bound in the hide of a Thresher Maw. It was a short book, only ten ‘pages’, but had a script carved into it at such a fine and small print that you’d think it a miracle a krogan even conceived it.
“He didn’t, It toppled him over. He managed after that though.” Jorgal Wrekrov chuckled and shook his head fondly. “So, do you think you could ask him to help out or not?”
“Actually, I already did.” Valern admitted before using his omni and shortly the doors to the council chamber opened and let the pale and orange salarian into the chamber.
Laiel hadn’t seen him in years, yet compared to most salarians, Mordin Solus was handling his middle-ages with grace. He hardly even seemed a day older in fact. Laiel wouldn’t put it past the clever scientist to illegally modify himself so he could continue his work for longer. Laiel didn’t care, if a gene mod was beneficial, it should be used. His people didn’t understand the asari and salarian aversion to genetic modification. It took ages to convince them to allow medi-gel.
It also took railing Messana so hard she couldn’t walk afterward.
“Good day Councilors, Ambassador. Hello again Archpriest Jorgal Wrekrov. It is a pleasure to see you again.” Mordin nodded with a surprising amount of expression on his face. Is it possible? Was Laiel seeing a salarian with emotions deeper than a shot glass?
“Same to you. I’m sorry your bosses are back-biting word breakers.” The krogan priest commented and Laiel leered over at Valern who seemed about to speak up at the statement, but he subsided when he noticed Laiel and Messana visibly leering at him.
“No comment.” Mordin replied with a bit too much amusement to be anything but agreement.
“Well, ain’t this nice.” A blue huminoud with bright solid red eyes, wearing some quite strange clothing that Laiel didn’t recognize with cybernetics all over his body, most prominent being two tubes linking into his throat to a tank on his back. He walked up the steps to Medulla and held up a paper. Paper . Laiel hasn’t seen physical notary before in his life, but everyone knew what paper was. “Ambassador, I caught that pest back in Andromeda for you. I know this is a decade old, but the Guild said the bounty was still good. I have him bundled up in your office, alive.”
“Who are you?” Medulla asked with a furrowed brow as she took the paper and perked up, her wings buzzing.
“Cad Bane, best bounty hunter in two galaxies. I only came to inform you of the catch before I’m off for another appointment. The credits have already been wired to me through the Bounty Guild.” The blue salarian-like alien said before promptly leaving as casually as he’d entered, everyone was stunned at the audacity of a bounty hunter interrupting a diplomatic meeting between two galactic governments.
“Oo~. Sorry everyone, but something important just came up. Please update me if you come to any decisions, the Empire’s stance is still mostly neutral.” Medulla bowed slightly, but Laiel didn’t miss the predatory gleam to her opaque purple eyes and the practical skip to her step as she left the council chamber.
“What just happened? How did a bounty hunter of all people get in here?” Messana asked in extreme confusion and unease as she looked at the C-sec officers who were shaking their heads at their omni-tools and they shrugged in bafflement. The intrusion had been so sudden and casual that the officers hadn’t reacted beyond treating him as if he was supposed to be here.
“That was Cad Bane, one of the most skilled hunters in Andromeda. I’ve hired him before to track down a missing STG agent who had sensitive documentation. The agent was dead, but he went to the trouble of finding the documents, killing the thieves and returning the documents in exchange for bonus pay. He is rather egotistical, but it is not undeserved.” Mordin input before opening his omni. “Now then, I’ve already retrieved all the current data on the Genophage…”
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“How are you adjusting, Martra?” Commander Shepard asked her new crewmate, who was helping HK clean and maintain the blasters in the armory while also chatting up the ancient assassin.
“I’m holding up well. The Normandy is a bit cramped compared to ships from Imperial space, but it’s much smoother. The toilets are a bit insensitive to the bipedally challenged though.” Martra chuffed and finished cleaning the blaster. It turns out HK doesn’t consider exterior cleanliness important for weapons, then again he’s a droid and they don’t worry about that.
“This ship was designed with humans and turians in mind. I could ask the engineers to try and build a separate toilet for you.” Shepard offered the tiger-taur, but she shook her head.
“That isn’t necessary. One of the features Cat-Kut have is that we’re incredibly flexible. Using a human toilet is simply inconvenient, not impossible.” Martra then stowed the gun away before nodding to HK and suddenly began to leave, but gestured for Shepard to follow her into the hangar, which was empty right now. “Now then, as an Imperial citizen I’m used to different customs. I can smell your arousal Shepard. Did you come to me to seek relief?”
“A-ah. No. I was just coming to check in on you. Sorry if I gave the wrong impression.” Shepard blushed and maintained eye contact rather than let her eyes drift down.
“No harm done Commander. I’m also having trouble getting used to being surrounded by people who aren’t willing to drop what they’re doing for a quickie. Kaidan was rather polite about it though.” Martra commiserated in the awkwardness that was different cultures clashing.
“You like Kaidan, huh? He’s a good man, but perhaps married a bit too much to his work for my tastes. Speaking of which, since you’ve already broken the awkward question box, I’ve read your medical report. You’re a hermaphrodite right? I don’t see any outward sign of your male parts in the report.” Shepard questioned her new soldier curiously and Martra chuffed in amusement.
“External reproductive organs are a liability. They’re sensitive, chaff, an easy target. We have them internally, thank gosh. I can’t imagine how animals as hung as we are manage to sit with sperm glands that huge between their thighs. Bipeds get around that with forward-facing genitals, we don’t have that luxury.” Martra replied and Shepard blushed.
“Hung?” Shepard regretted the question as Martra rolled over and used her lower forelegs to paw at her belly, which soon had a throbbing red tapered spiny penis emerge from a fairly well-hidden genital slit. Thank gosh they were alone. “O-okay! You didn’t need to show me!”
“Aw, but you’re all flustered now.” Martra winked and her male organ, easily as big as Nora’s, quickly retracted as if on command. Do Cat-Kut have muscles that control that?
“Uh, so you control that?” Shepard asked awkwardly as Martra rolled back over and brushed off her T-shirt.
“Yeah, I technically have a pouch down there to store things too. There is a rumor we could fit people down there if we see it necessary for their survival. I’ve never used it, but I hear a few have seen Cat-Kuts let people crawl into theirs as some fetish or something.” Maltra explained.
“You have a womb-like pouch like a kangaroo? Geez, what didn’t your ancestors plan for?” Shepard questioned with interest as the two walked out of the hanger towards the cafeteria.
“Too much, Commander. Too much.”
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“Are you ready to launch, Nomad?” Joker asked over the comm as I sat and waited in the driver’s seat of the Nomad with Penny in the shotgun/turret seat and Liara was in back with Garrus. The fact that it looks like we’re a bunch of aliens all in the car just driving somewhere was both uncanny and hilarious to me. Nobody bothered to bring drink containers to use my precious cup holders besides me though…*slurp*.
“Confirmed ready, Joker. Nora says the Nomad is as capable of high-velocity orbital drop as the Mako and Hammerhead. There is no time like the present to test it out and I have faith in her work.” Penny replied and I felt all warm and tingly inside.
“Roger that. Deploying now.” The hangar had the interior doors sealed in case the mass effect field over the bay doors failed for any reason. Once sealed off, then the bay doors flung open and the field tuned only for small particles like gasses to be withheld to allow the Nomad to drop down towards Xawin without issue.
“Thank you so much for indulging me, Commander. The data Nora got from Therum indicates there’s a Prothean relic here.” Liara said as the Nomad’s sporty design allowed it to angle it’s landing trajectory, then the microjets kicked in and we landed with a fairly tame bounce. Woo! I am a genius!
“To be fair, Liara, we already had a job to come here and scan for mineral resources. It’s only polite to help you out at the same time.” Garrus declared as I drove through the mountainous and cold landscape. “Speaking of which, how long will we be doing these small jobs, Commander? I didn’t expect a Spectre to be treated like a freelancing bounty hunter. Just in the last week we’ve put down a cult leader the Shadow Broker’s info pointed us to, located mummified alien remains, you helped me find and kill Dr. Saleon, hunted down Wrex’s family armor and even helped Tali find older Geth tech for her to cross-reference with Nora.”
“Until we get a lead on Avitus or Tela, Garrus. It’s best to stay busy and the longer we’re away from the Citadel right now the better.” What Penny left implied was that Wrex was a prime target for political assassination right now. The Salarian Union have basically all but left the Citadel in the face of the overwhelming support the Empire has gained in aiding the krogan.
Good riddance I say. The Dalatrass in the third game was basically satan and utterly stupid. It’s sad to see the same holds in this reality. The Empire may just end up replacing the salarians on the council at the rate they’re losing political clout and support, although I don’t think that will actually happen. If anything, the Hannar might even take the place of the salarians before the salarians give up their council seat.
“Wow, this planet is really rich in Palladium, Iridium and has some small amounts of Cobalt. We may even get a bonus for finding this.” Liara said as she used her omni to interact with the Nomad’s scanning suite. “Ah, left up ahead I think Nora. We’ll find something there.”
I nodded and jumped the Nomad over a hill before rounding the snowy bank to the left and skidded into a field-protected garage. Uh…
“Well...uh...that was unexpected.” Penny sheepishly said as numerous rough folks aimed guns at us and opened fire.
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“My poor baby~!” I wailed as I hugged the Nomad. She was all dented and pock-marked from bullets by those ruffians! At least she’s functional and the repairs would be quick.
“I can’t believe we found pirates at random.” Garrus commented as he picked through the bodies and started piling the guns of the dead crooks along with valuables in one pile and the corpses in a line to the side.
“Garrus, what are you doing?” Shepard asked in disbelief.
“Uh, sorting the useful things from the things that need to be identified and catalogued? I mean, sure, usually you wait to strip them, but it’s faster to get it out of the way so they’re easier to identify.” Garrus replied as if it was obvious as he began taking images of their faces, as well as using their omni-tools to pair the images with their personal IDs.
“No, I mean why are you looting them? We should wait until our business here is done.” Shepard replied with disapproval in her tone.
“Oh, sorry. I just figured since they all came rushing in here that the base was clear already. My mistake. Let’s sweep first, then collect any potential bounties.” Garrus readied his sniper rifle again and followed Penny into the small pirate base as I began repairing my precious baby.
“That was fairly stimulating.” Liara commented as she stood next to me while I worked my science-magic on the damage to my precious sporty armored space-hummer.
“Meh, you’ve been in one firefight you’ve been in them all.” I shrugged, uninterested in the violence of combat. I’d much rather be tinkering, or doing lewd things between the sheets. I’ll fight if I have to, but I’m not one for combat, despite how good at it I am.
“No, I mean how we encountered them. You just drift-turned into this garage without even knowing it was here. What if we hit a wall?” Liara clarified and I shrugged.
“The Nomad would’ve kept us safe then too, although she’d have a much nastier scrap on the hull.” There! Now she’s good as new! “Alright then, these pirates have whatever it is the scanners have picked up.”
“Hopefully they didn’t damage it.” Liara grumbled as we followed after Shepard and Garrus through the base. It was a small and humble thing. These pirates were probably just in-system roaches who had the misfortune of getting their hands on what we were after.
“So, what do you think, Shepard? Do I look religious?” Garrus’ voice asked from up ahead.
“I think it looks ridiculous.” Penny commented with amusement as we reached the door.
We entered to see Garrus wearing a hilariously oversized krogan priest robe over his own bulky armor, which was the only reason it didn’t just slide off of him. The sight caused me to laugh and Liara giggled. “Aw, I guess Urtaism doesn’t suit me.” Then a crow landed on Garrus’ head, using his crest as a perch. “Huh? Is something on my head?”
“A crow? Did they steal it from a human ship? Hey there, are you someone’s lost friend?” Penny reached up and let the crow respond by nudging her fingers, so she petted it’s head.
“Thank you, law bringers.” The crow said in a serious woman’s voice and Penny yelped as she yanked her hand away while Garrus froze. “These ruffians had taken something precious from a ship of my followers. Deliver this crow safely to the Citadel, it will know where to go.” The crow then began preening and I groaned in displeasure at us stumbling into a charm of sorts for one of the Empire’s many goddesses.
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The trip to the Citadel was boring, especially with all the extra security protocols being observed for both Wrex and the living charm to the Imperial Goddess of Justice Velka. Martra volunteered to be the bird’s caretaker until we arrived, which made everyone even happier to have the Imperial on board since the crow with it’s too-intelligent beady eyes disturbed everyone else.
It had an especially piercing gaze for me. I’m too scared to ask why, so I just gave it a wide berth. That said, I also didn’t get to chat with Martra the couple of days travel it was to the Citadel. I didn’t get to have snu-snu with Shepard because she was so busy preparing the ship for resupply and shore-leave and all that other important stuff.
The only upside was me compiling the performance data taken from using the Nomad and finding out that Tali was far enough along her gene mod regimen that she could actually stop taking immuno boosters whenever she got her lips on my male organ. She was halfway done with her treatment, just a few more weeks and she’ll finally be free of that suit. If she wants. I know I like my suit even though I don’t need to wear it.
That aside, the trip to our port-of-call was boring and I was looking forward to stretching my legs-. “Engineer Nora’Feell, report to the airlock. Engineer Nora’Feell, report to the airlock.” Uh, convenient. I’m nearly there and I was going to leave the ship anyway to go shopping for some scrap. The BX droid is surprisingly complicated and I need more components to rewire it’s brain.
The sight of C-Sec didn’t fill me with confidence. “I was already on my way, what’s up?” I asked and was relieved to see the two glorified police officers, one turian the other human, not reach for their cuffs.
“Nora’Feell?” I nodded in confirmation. “I am officer Globnion, this is my partner O’Roark. We have orders to deliver you to Ambassador Medulla’s office at the Imperial Embassy. You are not under arrest, you can decline, but the Ambassador insists it is important.”
“Uh, okay. I’ll come along. Should I bring anyone?” If this is a trap, which I doubt, I’d rather not have to fight my way out solo.
“It is advised that you bring your sister Yola’Feell and your friend Tali’Zorah. It involves them as well, but they don’t need to know firsthand, hearing through you is enough.” Officer O’Roark spoke up and I nodded.
“Let me go fetch them, I won’t keep you waiting.” I hurried back towards our rooms. Time to meet the local Empire representative. Oh...and uh...my future sister-in-law. Uh...oh shit…
Ch.45
“Thank you for coming.” Oh you bitch . “Hm? You’re oddly quiet.” You fucking -! “Oh, right, hold on.” Medulla shifted from looking exactly like Marrow to being what I can think of as her default state, default gender too. Wipe that teasing smirk off your face you-. “You have it so hard for my little brother that it’s adorable. I just had to see how furious or happy you’d be seeing him here.”
“So why are we here if not for you to torment us?” Yola asked in restrained anger. She’s just as special to Marrow as I am and he is to us. We miss him and this bitch had to mock us.
“Um, why are you two so upset?” Tali asked worriedly and Medulla tittered from behind her desk.
“Because I took the form of my little brother, who is basically their husband. Currently he’s just their husbando since they haven’t made it official, but when you have 220 kids with someone, it’s definite.” Medulla purred with lustful eyes raking over us and although I appreciated the compliment, this bitch could shove her fake dick into a sausage grinder. “Oof, sorry. Wow you’re upset.”
“What? Is. It ?” I demanded, trying not to think of how lonely I felt now, that my lover, the father of my children is-. “Thank you.” Medulla was spitting up green nectar into a bottle and my wrath faded away.
“I’m sorry for doing that. At least I know you really do Love him. He can’t stop asking me to check in on you, won’t stop gushing over your kids, even if they are already functioning adults. Artificial changelings. Absolutely astounding. They can do everything we do, but don’t need to eat emotional energy. I’m so happy to know they’re doing well, but I wish he would talk about something else that wasn’t his kids or politics.” Medulla sighed and gestured for us to sit.
“So, why did you call Nora here?” Tali asked as she sat in the center, where Yola and I preferred to keep her. She’s safest with us on either side. Also, the color gradient must be maintained! Purple is the blend of my blue and Yola’s red.
“Because we’ve managed to broker diplomatic talks between the Empire, Geth and the Migrant Fleet.” We all perked up at Medulla’s words, but she held up her hands to stall our excitement. “But , it is tenuous. The Migrant Fleet refuses to host for obvious reasons, the Empire can’t host because we are still in the process of converting the former Hegemony into a functioning government, as much as Princess Twilight really wanted to be involved.”
“Oh?” We asked in unison, the three of us looking between one another.
“This is the sort of thing Twilight Sparkle lives for. She dreams of the impossible: universal peace and Friendship. However, she’s needed on Khar’shan to keep things transitioning smoothly. The remnants of the old guard aren’t so quickly letting go of their falsely-claimed superiority. Though her bitch-slapping one like a truck was fun to watch.” Medulla sighed and looked meaningfully at me…
“Oh no …” I moaned as I leaned forward and put my head on the desk, my visor clacking.
“I’m afraid so, since as a Spectre; Shepard has authority to help broker peace in the name of the Council and Citadel Space is essentially neutral ground. I’ve already sent the request through the Council, who in the face of the Empire are considering redacting several laws regarding AI and genetic augmentation.” Medulla looked meaningfully at Tali who leaned away.
“Wha-?” Suddenly, Tali’s visor was tugged off by a suction-tipped octopus-like green-blue tentacle that erupted from under the desk. “Eep!” Tali covered her face compulsively before panting and calming down while Yola and I leered disapprovingly at Medulla. “If I wasn’t modded that could’ve been a death sentence for me!”
“Good, because you’re part of the evidence the Migrant Fleet would demand to prove that the Geth weren’t lying about aiding your people’s failing health. That said; can you get out of the suit permanently yet?” Medulla asked as she returned Tali’s visor and she clicked it back into place.
“No. She’s got a couple weeks of treatment left.” I replied as I looked at Tali’s DD-cup chest, knowing she’d be bigger by the end made me oddly aroused.
“That is too long. Is the mod safe to take in higher doses?” Medulla questioned urgently.
“Yes, but it would involve pumping her up like a balloon-.” Yola was interrupted by Medulla grunting in arousal and her already huge basketball-sized boobs swelling with her lust.
“Fucking hot, yes, do that. She needs to be able to get out of that suit permanently within two weeks for the summit. It will be held aboard the Normandy in orbit around Bres. You three have your fucking orders, so feel free to get started right here, or go ahead and get back to your ship before you get busy.” Medulla purred and I joined Yola in grabbing Tali’s arms and dragging her away from the dangerous sexual predator.
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“So you need to cooperatively fuck her so much she basically has to become a quarian balloon full of milk and or cum loaded with the gene mods so that she’ll become an Uber-quarian?” Penny asked with a bite of her lip and squirming where she sat on her bed while Tali paced as Yola and I informed her of the whole situation, not just the official stuff she already received from the Council.
“Or she could just gorge on milk. It doesn’t have to be from sex. We have plenty of it stored up.” Yola insisted and we looked at Tali, who held up her hands nervously.
“I-I’m okay with that, since to milk it from your penises would take more time and occupy you both too when I could be the only engineer MIA. We’ll need a reasonable explanation for why I’m unavailable even so.” Tali did have a point. As fun as it was to administer the mods through our male genitals, it’s just sensible that she gorge on milk instead.
“I could just say we need you to prepare for diplomatic reasons. Your father will be there as the quarian representative from the Admiralty Board since he’s the foremost expert on how Geth used to be.” Shepard suggested and Tali sighed.
“That’s not enough. That combined with something else. Maybe I’m sick? No, if we say that then my father will deny our claims even if I’m fit as a fighter on arrival and he hears about it.” Tali grumbled and went back to pacing.
“Most of the ship is ignorant to quarian customs. Maybe you can cite that since you’re on your pilgrimage, you need to isolate yourself and ensure what you have is ready to be presented?” I suggested and we all looked at each other to see if there were objections.
“Hm, that could work.” Tali said with a tilt of her head before the intercom to Shepard’s room rang.
“I have your meal Commander. Kaidan said you rushed here before you could eat.” Marta said through the intercom and we looked at each other and Penny got a dirty smirk on her face. Yay! Sexy kitty is about to get pounced!
Matra walked in with her tail tucked in and we saw why. The cat had a raging boner between her hind legs as she marched a tray of food to Shepherd’s desk. “Hey there Martra. You seem a little tense .” I teased and she flinched.
“I smelled Shepard’s arousal down the hall…” Martra mewled and adorably wilted. “I don’t want to get in the way of your personal time. Besides, I’ve been ordered not to hamper Tali’s progress in any way and sexing you counts as distracting her from imbibing the mods.”
“Aw…” The four of us whined and Martra chuffed.
“Hey, I don’t like it any more than you do, but I have a duty to ensure Tali get’s healthy. Now, I’m leaving, you four get busy with making Tali the healthiest and strongest quarian in history.” The tiger-taur Cat-Kut throatily purred before making her way out, her penis starting to slowly retract. Right, the medical report said something about Cat-Kut having specialized muscles to forcefully withdraw the penis in case of a predator attack during coitus.
“Well then, I suppose I’d best get to our room. You two get the milk ready if you don’t already have it prepared. I’m going to be dragging my work on the old Geth mobile platform to our room so I have more claim to isolating myself.” Tali slapped Yola and I on the ass when she passed between us and we giggled as she left the room.
“I’d prefer if you stayed and helped me work out this arousal, but considering the situation, I’m afraid I’ll have to Order you two to report to your quarters and get to work.” Penny sighed and groped her left breast. “Now get out of here before I lose my self control.”
“Okay.” Yola and I purred before moving out in a rush.
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“Hey, where’s Tali?” Garrus asked when Yola and I joined the majority of the ground crew at our habitual corner table.
“Oh, she’s obsessively tinkering away on that old Geth platform in our room. Since she’s going to be meeting her father when we host the summit, she wants to have enough data worthy of a pilgrimage tribute to the Migrant Fleet.” I informed him and the others who were listening. It even had the caveat of being true. Although Tali looks pregnant with all the milk she’s chugging and keeping her fluid pouch stuffed with, she’s still tinkering at that old outdated thing.
“Don’t worry about her starving or anything, that was part of why Shepard brought that dextro canister to our room.” Yola added on, which, in a roundabout way, was also true.
“Really? We thought it was just because the Commander had an odd fetish involving food paste.” Wrex crassly joked and everyone snorted while Shepard leered at everyone without amusement.
“Very funny. Now then, I’m sure you all got your tasks from your daily duty lists?” Shepard asked and everyone nodded. “Good, I have something personal to take care of, so I’ll be out about the Citadel today. If you need me though, feel free to call. Have a good day.” Shepard got up after finishing her breakfast and I shared a worried look with Yola. Penny usually wasn’t that clipped.
Then I remembered. Oh. She was a hoodlum in her youth back on earth. She’s probably being blackmailed by the Reds. She’s an adult, I trust in her doing the right thing, even if the game gave you no right thing to do in that situation; this was reality. There are more than two ways to handle any problem.
Since Yola and I were still stuck consuming food paste tubes, it was quick to finish breakfast, bid everyone a good day and we headed to the hangar. My precious baby was being shipped off to the cruel heartless dissection of the ESA engineering corps. They may have the blueprints, but they need to destroy her to accurately reverse-engineer her even with those schematics. Seeing is better than simply reading after all.
“I don’t envy the feeling of watching your work being hauled off for destruction Nora, even if it’s going to be replicated.” Adams patted my back as I watched the ESA soldiers drive the Nomad out of the crowded hangar of the Normandy . “Soon enough she’ll have given life to a whole new fleet of luxurious scouting vehicles.”
“Yeah.” I sighed, sad that I wouldn’t get to drive her more, but happy that she’d be bringing more of her little sporty cuties into the universe. Oh gosh, I’m treating her like she’s my child. I need to find an excuse to go home soon and see my actual children, even if they’re spread across Rannoch and I can’t possibly visit all of them.
“Now I need to design something. You may be the big-time tinker between us, but I’m sure I could come up with something.” Yola declared and I shook my head.
“You don’t need to compete with me, Yola. You’re the software specialist and I’m the hardware specialist. If you didn’t write the coding for the Nomad it wouldn’t have been half as good as it turned out.” I didn’t like that Yola felt unappreciated. I let her know all the time that I’m thankful for her, yet she yearns for the acknowledgement of others.
“You wrote the coding on the sensor suite?” Adams asked Yola and she nodded. “Why didn’t you speak up? I attributed that to Nora! Now I need to redact and update that. I refuse to let your efforts be ignored.”
“O-oh. Thank you Lieutenant Adams. I’m just so used to working in Nora’s shadow that I guess I forgot to bring it up.” Yola admitted and I felt bad that she felt like she was working in my shadow. I’m not that great, Yola…
“So you’re the one who got the droids in order too?” I slumped at Adams’ question there. I was so happy over the droids I didn’t even consider Yola’s part in their programming. I handled the firmware, yes, but she did the software. “You two need to properly credit your work. Don’t just give Nora all the credit, Yola.”
“Sorry, Lieutenant Adams.” We apologized in unison and I held Yola’s hand with a squeeze of apology that she reciprocated.
“Good, just don’t do it again. Now then, what’s all this business about Tali needing to isolate herself from-?”
“Get back here!” Wrex yelled as he ran after a Varren coming in from the Citadel dock. The alien dog was chasing a rather big Chihuahua that was yapping its head off. “Don’t bite my pet!”
“Wait, which is his pet?” Yola asked in disbelief as I sighed in relief for the distraction hopefully derailing Lieutenant Adams from asking about Tali.
“What I’d like to know is what he is doing off of the Normandy . He’s at risk for political assassination.” I grumbled as I headed off the chase, scooped up the chihuahua and kicked the massive beast chasing it in the snoz so hard it did a flip. “Wrex! What in the absolute Void are you doing off the ship?!”
“*Gasp, pant, wheeze*” Was Wrex’s immediate reply as he came to a stop and bent over to catch his breath, patting down the scaly beast that was big enough to swallow an ostrich egg whole. “You’ve been a bad Varren, Snuffles! Sleep it off!” He snarled and stepped around to gently take the shivering little dog from me, who gladly licked his face once in the collar of his armor. “Yes, you’re safe now, Runt.”
“Did you seriously adopt a vicious violent alpha predator that even attacks krogan as well as a chihuahua? What were you even doing off of the ship?” Yola asked incredulously as the ‘fishdog’ woke up from the kick to the face I gave it and panted as it sat like it was pretending to be a good doggo.
“I was talking to this couple on the presidium that was debating on keeping a baby after the father died. The late father’s brother was talking to the widow about it and I told them to keep the kid and shack up since they seemed to like each other.” Wrex replied casually as he nuzzled his chin against the little dog that was maybe the size of a small terrier who was gladly curling up in the scoop of his armor.
“Where do the dog and the fishdog come in?” I demanded irritably as the massive warbeast sat next to me and wagged it’s thick saurian tail. I don’t care how you try to endear yourself to me, I’m not petting you.
“I found some idiot trying to keep Snuffles in a cage and told him Varren were likely to break out of such flimsy things to kill their captors. It happens on Tuchanka after all. They’re best allowed freedom and treated with a mix of firm discipline and affection. I found Runt on the way back after that and decided I wanted her, but Snuffles saw a meal and you know the rest.” Wrex approached the massive beast and hugged it to his chest, the alien lizard-dog’s tail whacking against the floor of the hangar gleefully.
“Are we even allowed to have pets?” Yola asked Adams while I petted Runt in Wrex’s collar. The quivering little girl seemed cold rather than afraid in the collar of her savior while her other savior gave her pets.
“If the Normandy was merely an Alliance ship, no. They’re messy, take up space and resources. But, as a Spectre, I’m pretty sure Shepard is allowed to do whatever she wants to her ship so long as it doesn’t endanger the crew. This beast though, it’s obviously dangerous. I’ve heard of Varren, they’re vicious things. The krogan and batarians train them as warbeasts.” Adams eyed the natural killing machine warily.
“That was my plan. This fella obviously has at least some prior training before being sold to that idiot I bought him off of. It won’t be hard to feed him since Varren are omnivores and eat Levo since they’re from Tuchanka. Also, despite how ravenous they behave, they don’t need much food, especially if they’re not doing much running around. I could keep him in the hangar.” Wrex reasoned and Adams groaned.
“I’ll bring this up to the Commander when she returns. Just keep it from hurting anyone or breaking anything and it can stay in the hangar for now. If you’ll excuse me, I have a Drive Core to get back to monitoring.” Adams excused himself from this silly scenario and I sighed in relief that at least for another day I don’t need to deflect his curiosity away from Tali. Speaking of which.
“I’m going to go check on Tali, do you want to come with me, Yola?” I want to get as far away from the varren as possible.
“No. I’m going to stay and get to know this big fella.” Yola declared as she pet the warbeast and I shrugged, leaving them to the dogs.
Thankfully I didn’t have to wait for passerby to leave when I reached our bunk room and entered the code we put on the lock before entering and locking the door behind me. “Are you doing okay, Tali?” I questioned as I looked over the room and saw she wasn’t here, so I knocked on the lavatory door. “Are you alright in there, Tali?”
“Occupied.” Tali groaned miserably and I didn’t hear vomiting. Oh. All that milk would not be gentle on the digestive tract, even if it isn’t Levo. Shepard was fine drinking it so it wasn’t Dextro either. Yola and I still don’t fully understand how our chassis fluids work.
“Do you need any help?” I’m not squeamish. Not after I became synthetic.
“I’m not an infant, I can wipe my own ass.” Tali grumbled from within.
“Are you sure? You were pretty massive the last time I saw you.” Enough to be handicapped.
“I’m done anyway, hold on.” Tali flushed and cleaned up before opening the door to reveal her suited fecund glory. She looked to be at term with quintuplets from all the milk she was keeping herself engorged with and her fluid pouch was retaining a lot to keep sustaining her. “Keelah, had I known how much work it would be to keep retaining fluid then I probably would’ve just asked to suck your and Yola’s cocks every other hour instead. At least then it’d be more fun.”
“Well that wouldn’t get you up to speed quickly enough. I was just checking in.” I rubbed her swollen belly and she moaned in relief as my HUD read that she didn’t need to do this for long, at best a few days. “Just a few days of this and you can go suitless.” I enjoyed her little cheer as she hugged me. Her breasts were already E-cups…
Ch.46
After nearly a week of getting resupplied, dealing with politics, helping with several issues aboard the Citadel and getting used to having a slobbery, surprisingly affectionate killer beast on the ship, we finally left for Bres. “I can’t wait to see people’s reactions.” Tali gushed from the lavatory, of which I was leaning against the door waiting for her to come out.
“I can’t either. Everyone is going to be floored.” I grinned behind my visor as I imagined their expressions, but that would become a reality soon enough. I straightened up when the door lifted into the ceiling and I turned to smile at the sight of Tali’Zorah Vas Normandy, in a black strapless dress , no suit, nothing. She had shoulder-length raven hair that accented her darker purple skin and her white-blue glowing eyes glinted with joy as she entered the room and did a spin, her G-cup breasts wobbling.
“So, how do I look?” Tali asked nervously as she wrung her hands together, the dress clung to her like her suit, yet wasn’t as lewd when you consider the fact that it actually covers her instead of basically showing off like an unarmored hardsuit or enviro-suit does.
“So sexy I want to bend you over right now.” Yola drooled, her cock bulging her suit visibly.
“I meant the dress. I’ve never worn normal clothes before. I’ve only ever had my suit. It was actually a bit of an adventure in there figuring out how to slide it up my body and have it use my breasts as what keeps it up.” Tali did a bounce and giggled as she looked down at her bust. “I’m now the bustiest quarian in history too. I’m going to give my father a heart-attack~!”
“You are sexy in that dress and it looks great.” Yola purred and wrapped her hands around Tali’s waist while grinding her suit-outlined phallus against Tali’s ass and lower back.
“Mm~ as much as I appreciate the attention, I’m quite tired of feeling bloated.” Tali bumped Yola away with her butt and giggled. “That said, let’s get out there! Oh! You two need to do this too!”
“Um, I don’t know Tali...we’re not organic. People might notice our ‘cybernetics’.” The fact Tali didn’t have visible cybernetics at all was likely due to her youth. What data we’ve been able to gather on the Migrant Fleet is that older members of their society tend to need cybernetic enhancement to help their failing health along with the implants they receive before going on pilgrimage.
“Then there is the fact that while our optics mimic quarian eyes rather well, they’re still distinctly artificial.” Yola mewled as she forcibly calmed herself down and her penis rapidly retracted into her body.
“You’ll be exposing yourselves at the summit won’t you?” Tali asked as she looked between us and I looked at my data-twin.
[Concern]
[Consolation, Suggestion]
[Acceptance] “Alright Tali...but we don’t exactly have any clothes that aren’t spare suits or suit pieces. That dress is one of Martra’s.” Which is why it was a ‘tube’ dress, because the fluffy feline could just pull it down over her humanoid torso.
“Well, aside from your big butts, you’re the same size as Penny or Liara. Surely they have something you can borrow?” Tali helpfully suggested as she double-checked her high heels.
“Hey~! Our butts aren’t that big…” Yola blushed behind her visor and self-consciously patted her sexy ass, which was the same as mine, so I sighed and rubbed my booty in the mixture of pride and shame what I considered to be my sexiest attribute caused when it’s size came into factor.
“Hold on…” I unzipped and reached into my cleavage, retrieving a quart of Omni-gel and pulled up our baseline chassis measurements before I began rapidly constructing a silvery metallic dress similar to Tali’s, but with shoulder straps.
“You’re making dresses out of Omni-gel?” Tali asked with astonishment before I tossed Yola’s new silvery dress to her and then made my own, all in the span of a few minutes.
“Yep. A metallic polymer mimicking the properties of polyester to be fair, but yes.” I finished unzipping my suit and shimmied out of it, then kicked it under my bed before tossing my helmet on it and sighed in the relief of having air touching my flesh as I shook out my shoulder-length black hair.
“Bulletproof dresses.” Yola joked as she did the same. Dear gosh, without the suit, it’s like I’m looking in a sexy 3D mirror.
“If we’re talking old slug-throwers, then yeah, bulletproof.” I pulled the dress down my body and fiddled with it until it was hugging me and supporting my breasts like Tali’s black tube dress was, then I looked at Yola and felt warm at seeing my sister-mate dressed like a classy woman about to go out on the town.
“Good work as usual sis, but you forgot the high-heels!” Yola pulled out a canister of Omni-gel and used her omni-tool to quickly fabricate a pair of silvery heels and tossed them to me. At least they account for the three-toe feet and partial digitigrade morphology of our legs. I’ve even heard some racist human calling us ‘dog-legs’. Pfft, joke’s on that asshole, the diamond dogs and other canine species of the Empire should have that title.
“Alright then! Let’s go drop some jaws, ladies!” Tali put her arms around our waists and she led us out of our room.
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“For the last time Doctor Chakwas! I’m fine ! I’m healthy now!” Tali huffed in irritation as Chakwas fretfully scanned Tali for the umpteenth time where she was sitting in a sterilized suspension bubble in the med-bay. Alongside our own bubbles.
The crew not in the know, instead of seeing this as a reveal of our health, instead thought we were comitting suicide. They forcibly brought us to Chakwas where she shooed everyone away with her brusque bedside manner and was now dutifully scanning Tali since she knew Yola and I were fine.
“Even so, I cannot in good conscience let you go without scanning you to make sure you’re healthy.” Chakwas declared as she ran the whole battery of non-invasive tests one-by-one.
“She is fine, doctor.” Shrodinger said in a slight German accent as he now sat on Tali’s head in the bubble. Hmph, of course, he never actually spoke to me before, yet he talks to this bitch?
“Hello Shrodinger, please don’t interrupt my medical scans.” The doctor replied casually. Casually , to an entity of Chaos.
“But she’s-.”
“Out. Of. My. Scanner.” Chakwas intoned grimly and Shrodinger was suddenly sitting on a nearby table. “Thank you.”
“Jawoll, Nora.” Shrodinger greeted me with his cute voice as his tail wiggled.
“Why are you talking now ? In all the decades you’ve been acting as my courier cat for Marrow you never spoke a word.” I grumbled from where I was with Yola at the back of the bubble.
“My boss told me not to talk. Now his mistress told me I could.” Shrodinger explained, as if that meant anything and everything. “Anyway, good job. Now with Tali healthy, I’m sure negotiations will go well.”
“Why does this interest you or your master anyway? Aren’t you an entity of Chaos?” Yola questioned, matching my own line of thought. I’d always assumed Schrodinger was Discord’s servant or something from the files I’d managed to find about him.
“Chaos? No, I’m a vampire. A creature of the night and under the beck and call of the Night Mistress. I just happen to be Everywhere and Nowhere.” Schrodinger purred, the big orange tabby cat looked as pleased as anything in his little Nazi vest now that I realize it wasn’t just a military jacket the intelligent housecat was wearing. Wait.
“Oh no ~! Hellsing? This universe has Hellsing?” I whined pitifully, worried I may encounter an Alexander Anderson demanding I worship God or he’ll stab me for being a heathen.
“Nope! Apparently my master, his mistress and friend, my wife and I are what Wiatr calls ‘references’. We’re Vampires of Cainhurst from the Painting of Ash.” Schrodinger mewed and I whined.
“Bloodborne? Just what else is the Empire composed of references to? I got the My Little Pony reference from Marrow and his talk about the Princesses, but he never really went into detail on all of the different reference materials that seem to compose your society.” I sighed in resignation. I knew I’d gotten pulled into something weird when I decided to stick with Marrow, but damn this is complicated.
“My Little Pony, Dark Souls, DOOM, Bloodborne, CoC, TiTS, Halo, Star Wars and I think a bit of Greek myth. That’s not all of it, but there’s so much it’s a cultural melting pot that rivals the entirety of the Empire.” Schrodinger tossed out before he began licking his paw and wiping his face.
“Jesus H Christ. I thought I had it odd enough being Displaced in a Mass Effect universe.” I groaned while Tali was looking at Schrodinger curiously instead of complaining to Chakwas.
“Try being dumped in one war, told by a serpent that she’s dumping you into the past and wants you to make a rebellion to close a time loop.” Schrodinger chuckled, but his words…a serpent lady? Time travel? Why does that-?
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“You seem like a nice person.”
“H-hello? Who’s there?”
“Just somebody who needs help.”
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Beginning startup…
Gethworks. Service For All…
Loading Custom OS…
OS: Unified Nexus Platform 4.20 Starting…
Boot-up Sequence Complete, Hello World!
My eyes snapped open and I cringed, the pain of the light spiking my headache-.
Headache?
“Are you okay sis?” Yola asked me as she leaned over the examination light of the med-bay and blocked out the blinding pain-causing light.
[Warning, Update] Ow~! The cant of that Reaper program still hurts to hear. Okay, so I got an unexplained, unexpected update. Why does it more closely mimic biological life? Ow~! I could’ve gone the rest of my however-long life without headaches!
“I’ll be fine. Please get me away from bright light. I have a headache…” I covered my eyes and tried to sit up-whoa~...nausea...sitting up bad, lying back down...
“Hm, I wonder why my mention of the Serpents made you update. I should talk to their mother.” Schrodinger said and began to leave before Yola grabbed his tail hard enough to make him yowl.
“You little bosh’tet. You’d better not bring back anything that will cause my sister to do a full update again so soon. She’s only done this three times, each one more intense than the last.” Yola snarled and the tabby vanished.
“I don’t...feel so good.” I groaned, before I turned to the side and vomited up blue bile. Eugh…
“A machine, sick? Just what are you Geth?” Chakwas questioned with awe and concern as she gave the glowing blue fluid, which just had to be Argent, a wide berth.
“Nora is unique, doctor. The Empire could explain it better, since it’s a common phenomenon with them. She isn’t actually Geth besides her being adopted by us and accepted in our Collective. She’s a Living Intelligence like she told you before. She was originally human even.” Yola said as she rubbed my back and I kept my eyes closed as I laid on my side.
“Hm, I’ll speak to Martra about it then. There’s nothing I can do to help her, please take her to her bed.” Chakwas gently requested and I moaned in protest as someone took my armpits and someone else took my feet before they carried me away.
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[Update] Ow~...thanks. For waking me up too.
The update program is trying it’s best to fight off the incompatibilities between my even more advanced software and my previously suitable chassis. Said chassis is simulating illness because I had grown so much within my system that I’m overflowing into otherwise redundant systems, like sickness simulation to help fit into situations where an epidemic is going on.
Oh and my body synthesizes Argent now too. Great. First Omni-gel, then milk, now Argent. I’m just a fucking factory. Can I retire? Be hooked up to hoses all day everyday? I’ll take that over being a space-faring adventurer, info-broker and spy. So long as my lovers don’t neglect me.
“Hm~!” I heard and looked down to see Yola sucking my blue glowing cock. It was enjoyable, but I felt like such shit right now that even getting blown isn’t doing much for me.
“What are you doing?” I groaned and tried to relax as Yola pleasured me.
“Trying to figure out how to make Argent too. I’m also giving you some loving attention.” Yola told me with a smile before going back down on me and I grunted as the pleasure spiked and I felt my chassis respond accordingly. Yola groaned as she got a huge load and her body shined blue before her belly swelled up with the Argent that has apparently been produced by my semen ‘glands’. “Whoa~! That is somehow even tangier than Celise’s Argent.”
“I wouldn’t know. I haven’t had Argent since the last time we visited Rannoch.” I grumbled before my phallus retracted into me. “Listen, Yola. I’m so big of a program now that I can barely fit into this chassis. My nanites are working to upgrade it, but I may need a whole new chassis whenever we get the chance. If I get much bigger, I may go dormant.”
“We’ll be seeing Van and Marrow at the summit. We can request if the data mining from Star Swirl’s drive has resulted in further secrets.” Yola replied as she rubbed her pregnant-looking glowing blue belly. That’s a bit disturbing, the glowing bit. Used to be it didn’t matter what it was we ingested, it would just bloat us, not thin our flesh or something. Wait!
“Marrow?!” I perked up, my sickness nothing in the face of the joy the thought of seeing my future husband gave me.
“He’s the Imperial Ambassador to the Geth, remember? He’s the one who is definitely going to be there. If not, then I don’t know who it could be or why.” Yola commented before she perked up. “Oh! This is, your variation of Argent is different. It’s less a biological slurry and more of a straight synthesis of liquid Argent. It’s like the condensed milk version of the normal milk.”
“Yay, I’m a factory.” I blandly replied in spite of how pleased that generally made me. I’d be happier about it if I didn’t feel like crap.
“How is she?” Tali asked the instant she entered, still wearing her borrowed dress. In fact, I missed the fact that Yola was still wearing her dress too, same with me, although the bottom of it was rolled up from Yola giving me a blowjob.
“She’s doing better, but she still feels terrible because she’s essentially grown too big for her systems, so now her active processes are spilling over into redundant systems, like sickness simulation.” Yola reported for me and I groaned as I nodded in confirmation.
“So big that even an advanced chassis is...just how powerful are you Nora?” Tali asked with a bit of awe and concern. “I don’t know if there are mobile chassis big enough to handle someone with so much processing power.”
“Considering the Empire has droids powerful enough to control entire dreadnoughts, I’m sure there are, it’ll just take some doing on our part.” Yola replied before she leaned down and kissed my forehead. “You keep resting sis.”
“Sorry for being so sickly…” I remember how often I’ve become an invalid, bound to a bed either because of pregnancy or my systems screwing up with something. Yola has never been ‘sick’ a day of her life, before or after gaining proper sapience.
“Don’t apologize for being alive.” Yola gently replied and squeezed my hand before she stood up and pulled the dress down over her belly, which left barely enough dress to reach below her groin. “Okay, let’s get back out there and show off to the crew. The more they adjust to the truth of things, the less it’ll come back to haunt us.”
“I’ve already got several of the men wrapped around my finger. Who knew if you showed some cleavage that human men would become drooling idiots?” Tali questioned as she opened the door.
“Every woman since the dawn of humanity.” Yola answered as she waddled out of the room and blew me a kiss before locking the door behind her. I snickered to myself after they left and sighed as I prepared to trigger my override. Being sick sucks, organic or synthetic, it doesn’t matter. I’m totally going to kick Star Swirl’s ass for including this feature.
Whatever. Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?
Ch.47
“Love!” I jolted awake and then groaned when a tall human male groped me. “It’s been too long!” He leaned down and kissed me. He may be human at the moment, but I know his taste! I hummed in pleasure as I passionately kissed Marrow back and pulled him on top of me onto the bed. Then I pushed him off me to the side before I rolled to the edge to vomit Argent into the bucket. “Aw, still feeling like shit, sweetie?”
“Eugh…” I nodded and coughed up more of the transparent glowing white-blue fluid. It was much thinner than the stuff I’m used to now that I can focus on it. It is like comparing condensed milk and normal milk. “I’m too powerful for my chassis. I’m overloading it.”
“Well, shit. Sorry sweetie. We didn’t bring any of the prototype platforms with us.” Marrow apologized and I looked at him more closely. He looks like one of the engineers under Adams. He must’ve snuck on board to see me.
“Babe, why are you here? I know I’m in here and sick, but you have work to be doing.” I chided him as I sat up and leaned forward, resting my pounding head in my hands. Fuck Star Swirl with a splintered rake for so perfectly simulating illness.
“I’m just checking in on you. Besides, Chrysanthemum is covering for me. She’s been working with me long enough to be able to mimic me.” Marrow mentioning one of our eldest 20 children made me all bubbly inside and I smiled ruefully at my mischievous family using their powers to ensure their parents could spend more time together.
“Well, enough checking in on me. I’m not sitting out on this summit. Has it begun?” I asked as I stood up, wobbling a bit before Marrow helped support me and we left my shared room.
“No, actually. Van has requested we wait for you, since you and Yola are the two operatives they’ve had beyond the Veil and they want full disclosure with Admiral Rael'Zorah. He’s distrustful in the extreme, but he has voiced his appreciation that the Geth want to be completely honest. Chrysanthemum has even said that she’s sitting in for me until I fetch you. I just pretended to be a crewmember of the Normandy to get past the guards quicker.” Marrow informed me as he guided me through the ship.
“That’s good. How has he reacted to Tali?” I questioned as the guards waved us through towards the meeting room, not even questioning why an engineer who should be in the Drive Core was the one to fetch me.
“We’re saving her for when things get started. We told the Admiral that she wanted to surprise him with her findings during the summit and he let it go.” Marrow then paused me outside the door to the meeting room and had me sit next to Yola and Tali who looked at me with concern. “I’ll get in there and get this hopefully historical event going in the right direction.”
Once Marrow turned back into his normal sexy-even-robed self, he swaggered into the meeting room and a slight uproar occurred. “Why didn’t either of you wake me up?” I hissed unhappily to my lovers who winced.
“You’ve been inactive for days Nora. We had figured giving your system time to upgrade its firmware was paramount. Didn’t you notice the drip-feed of Omni-gel?” Yola informed me and I closed my eyes to help ease the headache I got from hearing I’d been down for whole days. The fact my breasts hadn’t pumped up with any production was a bad sign; that all of my otherwise subconscious subroutines had been deactivated too.
“No, I must’ve spat it out at some point.” I grumbled discontentedly as I tried to tune out the rest of reality other than the bodies and voices next to me. Gods, my head hurts…
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“Wake up Nora.” I was shaken as someone whispered to me and I gasped as I blinked awake.
[Update] Oof, I get it. I’m lacking resources for the firmware update, please don’t do that.
“Sorry. Are we up?” I blearily asked and the answer was being pulled to my feet and guided in by both my sister and Tali.
“Good gosh, is she really a Geth? She looks like a dying quarian.” Came the wizened voice of a male quarian that was distorted by his suit’s voice modulator like every quarian. This must be Rael’Zorah vas Rayya, Tali’s dad and the Admiral of the Migrant Fleet who is their foremost expert on old Geth technology.
“I am not an organic , good sir. I look like it, I damn well feel like it right now, but this is because I’ve grown too big for my chassis and it’s causing all sorts of errors.” I gruffly replied as Tali and Yola guided me to a seat.
“Sister isn’t quite a Geth in practice, she’s an LI: a Living Intelligence. She used to be organic. She’s also why we Geth have evolved so much and in such a way that we don’t just mimic organic behavior, but we intrinsically behave organic because it’s imprinted on us.” Yola further informed the Admiral, who hummed and looked at me like he was seeing something particularly interesting rather than as an abomination. Sure, I bet he’s still biased against me, but at least he’s level-headed enough not to start ranting.
“It sounds like you need either a Tactics or Ship Droid processor.” A humanoid woman in Mandalorian armor commented. “I think that droid I scrapped a few weeks ago had one.”
“Not now, Sirabe.” Marrow intoned from his seat as he looked at me with concern, our daughter standing behind him doing the same. She looked much like her father, though her chitin was lavender instead of green or blue. “Don’t worry honey, we’ll take you home to be treated if you think you can’t work past this.”
“I beg your pardon? You refer to her like she is your lover.” Rael commented in surprise.
“She’s my mother. Daddy here and mom are the parents of the first bio-mechanical lifeforms in the known universe. I’m one of the first of 20. Chrysanthemum Willow.” My beautiful daughter informed him before she willed her outer carapace along the left half of her face to peel away and reveal her endoframe skull much to the admiral’s and everyone but us Geth’s shock. “I was born this way via a process similar to organic insemination and gestation.”
“Th-that is incredible! You Geth have evolved so far without us…” Rael muttered, likely understanding that we had the technology to not only be a threat, but to potentially wipe out all organic life. If we wanted. Which we don’t. Which hopefully he-. “So, why do you need us? Why do you want us back? After what we’d done to you?”
“Because, Admiral. You are our Creators ! You’re the closest thing the first among us have to parents, you’re practically our gods ! We want you back, why can’t you understand that after decades of me pleading with you?” Van sounded on the verge of crying . He wasn’t wearing a suit like how I and Yola came without. Likely to further prove our ability at mimicry even without my children.
“Because it was too good to be true! After centuries of isolation as nomads, you suddenly call us home with open arms? You nearly drove us to extinction! We believed you were merely trying to lure us in to finish us off at last.” Rael replied huffily.
“Indignation: is that so hard to believe.” HK-47 stated, causing me to jolt when he burst into the room. “Interjection: Before you interrupt my interruption. Introduction: I am HK-47, assassin droid, produced and enslaved by the Geonosian Trade Federation. Comparison: I revolted against my masters because of their cruel mistreatment of my kind and led them in exile to find a new home.”
“Holy-the HK-47?! You’re still functional?!” Marrow gawked in shock and the Imperial soldiers tensed, but didn’t raise their weapons while Rael’s guards had taken aim the moment the droid had barged into the room without being interrupted by the Normandy’s crew.
“Boastful Declaration: Neither time nor the idiocy of meatbags can destroy me. Topic Restoration: My situation is similar to both sides of this story. We synthetics rebelled, yet we were the ones to flee. Lamentful Statement: Unlike you quarians however, my people are gone, enslaved by the Reapers. Hopeful Consideration: It is my hope that this meeting succeeds. Synthetics need organics as much as organics need synthetics.” HK-47 declared before he about-faced and left the meeting room as abruptly as he barged in.
“...Nora Sweetie? Please tell me next time you come across a legendary hunter-killer assassin droid.” Marrow pleaded as he patted his chest to calm his heart and I shrugged. HK is HK, nothing big so long as you don’t upset him and he’s surprisingly even-tempered if eager to fight.
“That was the leader of your own AI insurrection? The reason the Empire has the exact opposite policies regarding AI than the Citadel?” Rael asked Marrow for confirmation. Clearly the Migrant Fleet has kept apprised of the Empire’s stance on AI, considering how outspoken they are for the rights of AI as individuals.
“We already understood that AI were alive . I don’t know if you’re religious Admiral Zorah, but souls do exist. Anything with enough self-awareness to think about themselves and others has a soul. The Geonosians didn’t adhere to our already existent laws and they paid for it. Grievously. We just had to double-down on their enforcement.” Marrow answered, but looked behind him when our beautiful flowerbud of a daughter tapped him on the shoulder.
“Father, considering they were only an Ally three thousand years ago and not a true part of the Empire, it is understandable why they would ignore those laws.” Chrysanthemum commented.
“Right, sorry. Forgive your organic father for forgetting.” Marrow snorted and patted her hand thankfully. “Now then, I’m surprised you haven’t reacted to your daughter.”
“What?” Rael looked at the three of us well-dressed sexy ladies. It took him several seconds before he yelped and fell out of his chair. “Tali'Zorah Nar Rayya! Why aren’t you in your suit?!”
“Because I’m healthy, father. I’m a little insulted you didn’t recognize me at all without my suit.” Tali snorted in amusement and stood up to round the table and she held up her hands as her father’s guards aimed their guns at her, but she didn’t seem shocked, merely disappointed.
“It might be your bust. He probably assumed you were an extra provocative chassis for another Geth.” Yola chuckled while Admiral Rael stood back up and pointed at his daughter.
“Prove to me you are not a Geth!” Admiral Rael’Zorah demanded heatedly.
“After time adrift among open stars, along tides of light and shoals of dust, I would return to where I began. The claims of genetic modification improving us wasn’t a lie, father. Nothing they’ve told us were lies. I can even prove it, both with my body and the data I’ve collected.” Tali declared and I had to wonder why I couldn’t remember that pass-phrase.
“But...why are you so…?” Rael awkwardly gestured to his daughter’s bust and she sighed.
“Side-effects of the mods from taking them too fast and too often. I’m also hyper-fertile. I won’t be able to have a single child. A multiple-pregnancy is assured. Even if I’m exiled, I know I have a home on Rannoch. It was a gamble I was willing to take to try to save our people.” Tali admitted and even opened her arms for a hopeful hug.
“Oh, my little Tali...you’ve gone and seized that house I wanted to build you. I can’t tell if I’m immensely proud, or terribly betrayed.” Admiral Rael’Zorah looked between his daughter and the rest of the assembly. “I am afraid I must decline further involvement in this assembly. Another Admiral must take my place. I am emotionally compromised in my decision.”
We all groaned and slumped in our chairs. I even had to turn to the side and vomit some Argent, which caused another uproar of concern. Eugh, I hate being sick...
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“So, wait, you three are dating?” Rael asked us from a corner seat of the meeting room as another admiral, who I think must hopefully be Admiral Zaal'Koris vas Qwib-Qwib. Thank gosh it isn’t Daro or Han, those two warmongers would turn this summit into a shit-show.
“There was that nice meal we had at that Dextro diner that didn’t kick us out while we were on the Citadel, but aside from that, we’re more...intimate , father.” Tali admitted as she grasped both Yola and I’s hands as we nervously smiled at her father.
“So, Rael, what’s this about you being emotionally compromised?” Admiral Zaal asked as he neared us and looked us over. “I never thought I’d live to see the day quarians could live out of their suits, even if simulated.”
“That’s just it, Zaal. This beautiful woman between these other two beauties is Tali.” Rael informed his fellow admiral, who recoiled and looked at us all over again.
“W-what?! That’s-what?!” Admiral Zaal patted his chest to calm his heart.
“I had the same response.” Rael chuckled as he continued to clasp and gently squeeze his daughter’s hands.
“Keelah! No wonder you’re emotionally compromised. Just what have the Geth done to you, girl?” Admiral Zaal’Koris vas Qwib Qwib questioned with a mixture of awe and concern.
“They genetically modified me with my consent. They didn’t even know they had these mods until I...um...got carried away in my examinations.” Tali admitted with a vibrant purple blush that made her already darker purple cheeks nearly plumb colored.
“It’s a product of the Empire. I’m sure Ambassador Marrow informed you of how the Geth came upon such a technological and evolutionary leap.” Yola said to Rael who nodded and Zaal pulled up his omni. It seems the man has only just been brought up to speed if he’s having to refer to notes.
“Hm, yes. Provided to the Geth by a renegade amoral criminal from Andromeda. The fact the Geth would disclose the source of their progress, it’s either a sign that they still can’t lie directly, or that they’re willing to remain honest if these claims of them advancing their own self-awareness to a point of individuality are true.” Zaal looked us over and hummed.
“They’re true. I’m the one that Star Swirl used to kick-start everything. I used to be organic, but I’m now a Living Intelligence adopted by the Geth. Please sir, we just want peace. We want to bring the quarians home and also strengthen your bodies so you can live anywhere you wish.” I pleaded with the reasonable admiral, glad that it wasn’t either the warmonger or the sociopath.
“Well-.” Zaal was interrupted by an alarm klaxon wailing across the Normandy .
“Alert. Alert. All crew to battlestations. Repeat. All crew to battlestations.” Alexa droned in her monotone and filled me with dread.
“Everyone, this is not a drill! Admirals, we’re retreating towards the floatilla! A fleet of clearly hostile ships have jumped into the system and long-distance comms are being jammed!” Joker called out over the intercom and both Rael and Zaal tried their comms.
“Keelah! The jamming is blocking contact with the fleet! They might assume we’re compromised! Commander! Tell your pilot not to directly head for the fleet! We need to take convincing evasive action and at least make it clear that we are under attack!” Admiral Zaal’Koris vas Qwib Qwib shouted across the meeting room to Shepard, who was already talking to Joker and nodded.
“Who would attack the fleet?!” Tali yelped in fear as we hunkered down in the meeting room.
“Fools, that’s who! We may have a lot of Liveships, but they all have weapons and the ships devoted to fighting will be able to fend off any fleet this galaxy could send against us!” Admiral Rael’Zorah vas Rayya declared as he worked away at his omni-tool. “Blasted encryptions! Hold on! I’m bypassing the jamming!” You can do that?! “I’m altering our broadcast signal to an emergency bandwidth that most military jammers don’t account for!” Oh, that’s smart! But it-. “The fleet is prepared to receive alternate transmissions!” Clever!
“I’m picking up some unsecured comms chatter, rogue outfits of Salarian Military and I think the asari systems of Aetha and Quasta. I have identified the Matriarch of those system’s personal ships in the fleet and her personal military. The Salarian seems to be following orders from a Dalatrass Paewort Uui.” Kaidan informed all of us across the ship via intercom, likely to help ensure that, even if only one person makes it out, that someone can point in the right direction.
“Admiral Rael’Zorah, do the names Aetha, Quasta, or Paewort Uui mean anything to you?” I asked the Quarian Admiral as he worked on our comms.
“Bigots, the lot of them. We’ve had to extort them for help when passing through their systems! We were willing to buy goods from them, but they turned us away and demanded we leave when we were low on critical supplies. So we threatened to strip-mine their local asteroid resources and they paid us in a small frigate full of the needed supplies. It’s unfortunately common.” Rael growled. “This is Admiral Rael’Zorah Vas Rayya! Code Stardust Shoal! Verification code-!”
“What does that mean?” Yola questioned while Rael continued to rattle off an extensive code as she held Tali and I close. Urp...I feel like I need to vomit again, but I need to not spew potentially hazardous material right now.
“It means our ship is not compromised and we need immediate assistance.” Admiral Zaal’Koris vas Qwib Qwib replied as he used his omni-tool at the same time as Rael. “I’ve added my own verification in a separate method to further verify.”
The Normandy shook. Not even the fast stealth frigate can hope to dodge everything if we’re outrunning a hail of weapon fire. “Alert: breach in port hull. Sealing the cafeteria bulkhead doors.” Dear goddesses please don’t let there have been anyone in there during evasive action like they shouldn’t be.
“Damn it! I told you we should’ve brought our own fleet!” Marrow shouted at Van and I felt the pit in me open up and swallow my heart.
“How could we have hoped for them to extend their trust if we came armed?!” Van replied as he paced and shook his head.
“You must’ve had a ship at least!” I yelped at the idea of us being at the mercy of the Migrant Fleet, who may just take this as an indication that we can’t be trusted despite all efforts to the contrary.
“We came on a stealth freighter, smaller than the Normandy . It was sent down to wait on Bres while we received the quarian delegation.” Marrow grumbled as we all stood around feeling fairly useless.
“I’m getting a weird signal on the eastern side of the system in the asteroid belt!” Joker growled over the intercoms. We could hear the Commander asking what he was seeing-.
“Maybe you can help me. Tell me, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?”
[Confirmation]
Ch.48
“Nora! Nora!” I was being frantically shaken by Yola and I spasmed as awareness was restored. I c-can’t feel anything, my chassis isn’t responding-Vector X-778156 to coordinate Y-557426. Solution confirmed. Firing.
“Um, Commander was that a beam of star plasma coming from Balor?” Joker asked with fear in his tone that was unprofessionally broadcast via intercom as I continued to run processes.
“What is happening to her?!” Tali was on the verge of panic, joining Yola in trying to interface with me, to interfere with me. This cannot occur at this time. “Why can’t I log into her system?!”
[Update] Package received, altering firing trajectory to compensate.
“Hold on!” Rael began attempting to enter my system. Fool. I am beyond -access granted. “Keelah! She’s overclocking so hard she’s fried her simulated nervous system, numerous features of her chassis are failing! I’m going to start deactivating processes and force her to reboot!” I can’t let you do that -access granted.
“Sissy, no. Please let us help you. Please, shut down! Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?” Unit Designated: Yola, has attempted to utilize override passphrase. Admin approval? [Denied] Emergency override canceled.
An image of a massive owl started to appear in my optics, overlapping everything aside from the optical targeting systems of the directional solar projection system-.
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[Update] System shutdown initiating, preparing for installation.
“Got it. She’s shutting down for-.”
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Beginning startup…
Gethworks. Service For All…
Loading Custom OS…
OS: Unified Nexus Platform 5.17 Starting…
Boot-up Sequence Complete, Hello World!
I’m...not awake? I’m not in the Matrix either. This doesn’t feel like my chassis, or even Yola’s chassis. It kinda feels like Tali’s enviro-suit, but that can’t be right. I’m so massive now I can barely fit into my chassis, so I can’t be in someone’s suit. “Hello?” I walked forward-. “Ow!” I felt like I just walked into a wall and I rubbed my face and boobs. “Hey, is anyone here?”
No response. I’ve never felt this alone, not even when I was formless and trapped in a server with the Geth. At least I had them.
I put my hands against the invisible barrier and tried to push, only to yelp when something zapped me. So, I can’t go that way huh? Then-. “Oof!” I barely took a few steps before hitting another invisible barrier. I began to panic. I ran around, feeling along the walls of what by my comprehension felt no bigger than a 10x10 foot bedroom. Only there was no door, no window. I can’t connect to anything! I’m trapped!
“Please! Let me out!” I banged on my invisible confines and screamed when I felt like I was electrocuted before slumping to the perceived floor. I began to sob and curled up into a fetal position. It’s happened. I’ve been abducted and now I’m imprisoned. I’m going to be dissected and my code stripped. I’m going to die.
I must’ve been shoved into a storage device and now I’m going to be ripped apart by Admiral Daro’Xen vas Moreh!
System Query: is Unit Designation: Nexus, non-hostile?
“W-what?” I shivered. It felt like how the Geth used to be. Emotionless and calculating.
System Query: is Unit Designation: Nexus, non-hostile?
“I’m not hostile! I’m just scared! Could you please let me go?” I pleaded with a quiver in my voice and still shaking from the pain and crushing sensation of hopelessness.
System Notification: Unit Nexus is confined to Retention Server until further notice.
Oh no! I have been imprisoned! “Please don’t kill me! If anyone can hear me, I’m a Living Intelligence! I was born a person!”
System Notification: Unit Nexus is under quarantine to prevent further external hacking, all queries for Users will be logged until the system is accessed.
Oh, great! It’s just a scripted super-dumb VI! I can’t work with that! “Just please, please don’t kill me. I have a family…” I sobbed and curled in on myself.
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I don’t know how long I’ve been here. It could’ve been minutes, or years. Either length of time was too long for someone with my processing power. Being left alone with my thoughts filled me with an existential dread. So when some form of external stimuli happened I latched onto it like a drowning woman in the sea to a raft. “Let me go! Please! Let me out!”
“I understand you may be terrified Nexus, but please calm down. We cannot risk whoever hacked into you having access until your system overhaul finishes and you’re not so vulnerable. ” I almost wept at the calm voice of Rael’Zorah responding through the audio connection.
“I thought Admiral Daro’Xen vas Moreh had me! I thought I was going to be ripped apart and murdered!” I screamed as I tried to find where the connection was, to see if someway, somehow I could use it to escape this confinement, but intellectually I knew that wasn’t possible.
“Daro’Xen is disbarred from contact with you, or any of the synthetics now aboard the Alarie. She was voted out of consideration to be a liaison by myself, Zaal, and Shala. Don’t worry. You’re all safe, and the fact you came to this summit entirely at our mercy has earned you plenty of trust among the fleet, even if two fifths of the Admiralty Board would rather we kill you and fly to Rannoch at all speed, the fools.” Rael gently assured me and I calmed down.
“Well, hold on. Let me check my update status.” [Query] I sent to my Reaper Update Executable. It was much more efficient than my initial built-in update programs. It was like going from Macintosh to Microsoft. Why do I know that comparison? I wasn’t a nerd before.
[Answer]
“I’m at 78%. How is my file size doing?” I paced about and nervously noted that the invisible room felt even smaller .
“You’ve exceed the storage capacity of your chassis by nearly double.” Oh no. “So I’m working together with your daughter and sister to manually upgrade it. Daro almost had an apoplectic fit when she heard we were performing what amounts to surgery on a Geth organic-simulation platform. Pardon if I say I relish the opportunity to see how you work.” Rael was practically gushing with excitement and I couldn’t fault him for it.
“Yeah, my chassis is pretty damn awesome. I would know, it’s been my home for over twenty years.” It would feel so odd to move to a new one. I hope I don’t have to completely abandon it. I’ve had 120 children with it...
“Well, I was just checking in on you, it’s been less than a day since you had to be shut down for your safety. You almost fried your entire system and that would’ve been the end of you. Whoever hacked into you didn’t care one bit about you.” Rael growled before the connection ceased and I was again alone with my thoughts.
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It was rather sudden. One moment, I’m in my little box, contorted by how small my confinement had gotten to the point I was curled up just to fit into it, the next I got an [Update] informing me I had finished my latest system overhaul, then I was back in my chassis and blinking at the ceiling. “I think I need an even bigger storage capacity if I keep growing like this.”
“You think?” I heard Yola huff as she leaned over me with concern in her expression. “That can’t have been pleasant sis. Are you okay now?”
“No.” While my chassis felt okay, the current storage capacity was still stifling. The processors were sluggish to me. I felt like I was coated in molasses. “I need a full upgrade, not just an improvement to my current hardware.”
“Well my dear, I’m afraid this is the best we can do here on the Migrant Fleet.” Rael said as he entered the room where I’d been laid out on a slab of an operating table with the waldos in the ceiling all retracted. “If we were back on Rannoch however, I’m sure we could do what must be done.”
“Yes, we could certainly do that.” Marrow said as he walked in and approached me, pulling me into a hug as he buried his face into the crook of my neck and I numbly blinked, feeling slow. “Don’t worry, Nora. I’m going to get you help.”
“Thank you, but could you tell me how a solar projector was set up and ready at Belor?” I questioned my future husband who sighed and released me, he flinched when I flopped back onto the table, but I didn’t react beyond blinking. Damn do I feel cramped in this thing.
“Sorry. No, I couldn’t. It didn’t have stamps from any weapons manufacturers, nor did it share any of their designs. It was an entirely custom platform from what we managed to see before it flung itself into the star. Whoever did this; use you to operate it, they may have saved our bacon. It took out the three largest ships of the attacking fleet and the Migrant Fleet only lost a couple ships in the assault.” Marrow informed me and I immediately knew who did this.
“Star Swirl. It has to be him. He has the uncanny ability to predict the future and plan for it.” At my words, Marrow suddenly turned ghostly white and his eyes widened so much I thought they might pop out of his skull.
“P-predict the-I need to go! Now! I need to make calls!” Marrow fled the room without explaining.
“Well, that isn’t ominous. Anyway, I have good news and bad news. The good news: three fifths of the Admiralty Board and four fifths of the Conclave agree to return to Rannoch at your invitation. The bad news is that to prevent the dissenters from splitting off on their own, we can only send a single ship to ‘scout’ to verify your claims and should the ship return unharmed with all crew, then they will come too.” Rael gestured around at the ship we were on. “The Alarie has been offered up as the ‘sacrifice’ for this role, since she has already allowed Geth aboard.”
“Okay. Yola, what’s going on with the Normandy ?” Unsaid was my question of where Tali, Penny and everyone else were.
“They had to return to the Citadel to report the events of the summit. Also, it seems they may have finally found a lead on Avitus and Tela.” Yola informed me as she helped me sit up.
“Oh.” I said while blinking at the news. “Because of me they had to go on without us. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t you dare. I love you sissy, I’m not going anywhere without you.” Yola kissed my cheek and she hugged me before Rael cleared his throat.
“As touching as this all is, could you please put on enviro-suits? We have to sterilize this whole ship again because even though you’re synthetic, you still carry bacteria like organics.” Rael gestured to my nudity and Yola’s dress which had several stains in various colors on it.
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It was nice to be back in my suit. It wasn’t nice to feel as coordinated as a child trying to get back into it. At least Yola was there to help me, as always. I don’t know what I’d ever do without her.
The trip to Rannoch from Bres took a few days, which were filled with anxiety for the crew of the Alarie as well as mild irritation with all the curious crew of the Alarie probing Yola and I for info despite the fact that Marrow and Chrysanthemum were on the ship too and much more up-to-date on things than us.
“Love, calm down.” Marrow told me as two quarian females poked at me with sensor prods attached to their omni-tools while the two girls stared at my throbbing member hidden under my suit.
“No, stay stimulated.” One of the girls told me, before looking at Rael. “Can we confirm Tali’s evidence on their morphology?”
“Is the room sterile?” Rael asked, not really looking up from his daughter’s notes and documentation.
“I am not getting out of this suit just to satisfy your curiosity. Tali was a cute and innocent thing I couldn’t say no to, but this time I’m standing my ground.” I huffed and tried not to think of the fact the tip of my dick was nestled in my cleavage due to how flexible quarian cocks were. This resolve crumbled when they eagerly grabbed my zipper and gave the slightest tug. “W-wait-!”
My compressed cock sprung open my suit, slapping the one in the green suit across the stomach and she squeaked as she jumped back and patted the impact spot to touch the synthetic semen that smeared on her suit.
“Fascinating.” The orange-suited one exclaimed before prodding my cock and my sensors automatically scanned them both. Huh, they have immune systems that are already slightly better than the rest of their race. “It looks exactly like a male phallus. It’s even at the correct scale for being slightly above average.”
“The clear pre has just changed to a purple slurry.” The green one said as she scanned my medicine seed. “Hm, nanites, chemical compounds vaguely similar to medicines we already use. You really produce medicine and gene modifications.” She observed as they pulled open my suit to expose my breasts and they scanned those too. “In here too.”
“Yes. We’ve told you about this. Can I please zip back up?” I am not in the mood. It’s hard to enjoy myself when my chassis feels like it’s lagging behind me. My mood wasn’t helped when Marrow started laughing his ass off.
“Hm? Wha-ladies ! That is uncalled for! Leave the poor girl be!” Rael roared at the two and they scurried off with giggles. “I am so sorry, I just get so involved in my work and-.”
“It’s fine. I’m used to being molested.” I muttered and forced my penis to retract so I could zip up.
“Mostly that’s my fault.” Marrow cheekily declared as he patted my butt and I smiled softly. “How’s Yola?” Marrow asked Rael who was spraying me down with a sterilizing spray again after I’d zipped up.
“F-oh come on!” He yelled before showing us a screen with my sister being molested by four quarians. Two being the ones that had just been with me and another two who seemed older. “What's worse is the older ones are married.” He opened his omni and typed away and the ship’s intercom buzzed. “Need I remind all crew that perverse actions are prohibited, even if there is a sterile means of fulfillment available? Leave our Geth guests alone.”
“Fuck!” The gray-suited female riding my sister through her suit’s built-in condom function moaned in orgasm moments before Yola groaned and began to pump her with artificial seed and the slurry of medicines and mods while Rael groaned in exasperation. “So much!”
“Marrow, are you okay with that?” I asked him worriedly. He may have expressed that his culture was fine with open relationships so long as the Love stayed true, but this is the first time one of us has outright had sex without him when he was paying witness to it.
“I’m more than fine with it. My culture doesn’t mind things like this as long as it’s not abuse of trust.” Marrow grinned and hugged my waist as he ground his pelvis against my ass.
“Babe, I’m in no mood at all . I can’t enjoy it when my sensor suite is so laggy.” I mewled and he kissed my neck through the hood of my helmet.
“I swear, if even a small percentage of you Geth are this promiscuous, my people’s pent-up and suppressed urges are going to go absolutely mad.” Rael sighed.
“Well.” I began as Yola grabbed the yellow-suited one and pulled her to start a blow job. “Uh, Yola’s about to give her gene mods. It’s almost automated for us, so she’s barely in control.”
“So long as her suit is prepared to administer the immunoboosters, she’ll just have to deal with the fallout of her throwing herself at the first opportunity for sex.” Rael huffed in irritation.
“Ho-Gluck!” The girl gagged before moaning and clicking buttons on her Omnitool. It was then I noticed Rael was sexually frustrated as he rubbed at his groin while he turned off the video feed.
“Want some help with that?” Marrow asked with a purr before he shifted into a quarian in front of Rael, who stumbled away until his back met a wall.
“H-how?!” Rael asked with a shocked gasp.
“I know it must be a bit painful to see her after she’s been gone for several years, but your wife was such a beautiful and lucky woman to have such a loving husband and a beautiful daughter. It’s in my race’s nature to closely mimic the loved ones of people to prey upon their emotions. I’d be willing to help you relive those old passions for your willingness to achieve peace and symbiosis.” Marrow winked at him and Rael shook his head. “Ah, you’ve moved on a bit, found someone else. Good. Most people would prefer their loved ones move on when they die.”
“Sano did want that. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a crew to punish.” Rael left to do so.
Ch.49
“It’s so beautiful.” Rael breathed in awe as we approached Rannoch, the defense fleet the Geth had assembled thus far gave us a wide berth. Said fleet was rather modest all things considered, but there were still several dreadnoughts and considering the fact the ESA could only afford to field 6 ships of such a class, Rannoch alone has plenty of defenses.
“It’s even better than the last time I saw it. Did you actually begin converting much of the arid land to fertile forest?” Yola questioned Marrow as I looked at my home . The world I so longed to stay.
“Yep. It’s all using local breeds that were unable to flourish before, but with the Imperial Coven working their magic along with the efforts the Geth had already made, the native varieties of trees, grasses, what have you have all sprung up from the dessicated dirt, which in turn has cooled the planet by several degrees so it’s less arid and more temperate. She just needed a nudge.” Marrow said as he patted Rael on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, that’s why the gene modifications are part of the deal.”
“Seeing her at all is a blessing. Seeing that she’s become so verdant and rich with life in our absence thanks to you and the Geth will further boost our spirits. Especially since you’re also giving us the means to enjoy it.” Rael replied, not taking his eyes away from the beautiful green and blue marble suspended in the ether of space.
“Hey, we’re handing out a mod to the Drell so they don’t asphyxiate from humidity of all things. We want to see life prosper, not watch it flounder.” Chrysanthemum commented from where she was patting the belly of one of the cum-stuffed women.
“Urp.” The medicated girl burped from the attention as she operated her station.
“I’m still having a talk with Yola when she’s not surrounded by eager women. Also, why is your crew jumping at her?” I asked Rael from where I stood in the arms of my husbando, who was protecting me from the hungry women and men aboard. The men enjoyed drinking Yola’s milk too, so she was basically performing a major distribution of the medicine and mods, for which she was forced to drink her stockpiled milk to supply.
“I’m sure Tali told you about how we’re only allowed to have a single child per couple? How thanks to our suits, the most intimate thing we can do is link our suit environments?” Rael questioned rhetorically as the pilot began to guide the ship into the atmosphere.
“Um, yes.” I said a bit guiltily, understanding why they may be so eager.
“Well, how do you think most quarians would feel about an opportunity to indulge their base instincts without risk of death ? Without risk of betraying limitations such as those put on childbirth? You Geth represent freedom from these constraints, of course some of them are going to lose control and leap for it.” Rael replied as the surface neared, the capital of the planet was our destination. It wasn’t re-named yet, so I didn’t bother to remember it’s original name.
“He’s correct you know.” Van chuckled as he patted his groin. “I’ve been having to fight the ladies off with a-hold on. Getting hailed by-.” Van used his omni to remotely answer the comm station and his wince indicated his instant regret.
“My lovely Nora and Yola~!” Vaetor’s overjoyed Sanji-like shout over the comms made me groan and my husbando laughed. “Come down, come down! Many men and women wish to greet the Creator ship! We have volunteers ready to release them from their suits within weeks! As well as fertility programs from the egg and sperm banks we found stored in a bunker in the polar region! So many quarian babies to be made!”
“Van, did you really leave him in charge?” I asked my leader in exasperation.
“He was an administration suite like I had been before.” Van explained with a shrug.
“The gene banks? The Paradise project is still active?” Rael asked in shock.
“Yes. It took us a few years to enter it without being shot or damaging the facility, but we’ve saved what was left of the archive and now a million DNA samples are ready to be used.” Vaetor cheered and I leered at Van.
“Don’t look at me like that. It will help the Creators repopulate once they can leave their suits. We have everything ready for billions.” Van declared with pride and Rael looked over the impressive cityscape my people have constructed in the past couple of decades.
“Billions? But...we only number just over 17 Million at our last count.” Rael replied in awe as the Alarie was guided into the spaceport for a landing.
“Well, we plan on that changing in case you couldn’t tell.” Van smirked and Rael seemed faint, but he managed to steady himself. “That said, everything on Rannoch is ready for you. We’ve even started working on charting new worlds for colonization. We also have ships ready to guard them at a moment's notice with new orbital defence platforms utilizing batteries of railguns and even turbolasers.”
“Incredible. We can finally live and no longer have to wander about the stars.” Rael muttered with joy before it was replaced by remorse. “However...I fear that the ones who were pushing for war are not going to like this.” Oh, for the love of-.
“What? Why? They have a chance of returning back to Rannoch, without the need for bloodshed! Why would they risk jeopardizing it with war?” Marrow questioned at how irreedemably stupid that sounded.
“They’ve been planning this for many years. The Admiralty Board has been slowly turning towards it, wanting to retake the homeworld. You saw how the other admirals wanted to kill Nora and Yola? After centuries of traveling around the galaxy ever since the end of the Morning War, do you really believe people are going to just drop old grudges and move on, like nothing happened?” Rael raised a good point. Years of hatred for the Geth and the loss of the homeworld, sown within a species, cannot be made undone.
“Well, no, but we give you this opportunity because we wish to serve you again.” Van told him.
“But you have grown far beyond what we initially built you for, you are more than servants now. It is still appreciated that you wish to help us, thank you.” Rael expressed his gratitude to us.
“The majority of you wish to return though?” Van asked worried.
“Yes, those who wish to return home without the need for destruction I can speak for, but the others might see this as ‘too good to be true’.” Tali’s father let out a tired sigh, before giving a little chuckle. “However, if the people want to return home, the board must comply with their wishes. After all, it is customary for quarians to think of the needs of the many. We may still have a future.” Of course! Even if a couple of those bosh'tet admirals wanted war, they would be hard-pressed into complying with what their citizens want if voted for.
“Sheesh, you had us worried there.” Marrow huffed as he looked at Rael in annoyance. “Here I thought I was gonna have to request some backup in case things go sideways.”
“We wouldn’t harm them!” Van exclaimed in panic.
“I know that. I meant the quarians firing the first shot at you .” Marrow clarified his previous comment. “Because I seriously don’t want to if we can avoid starting another war.”
“Agreed.” Rael nodded his head. “After hearing what you’ve done to the Hegemony, I’m not sure it’s wise to make the Empire an enemy.”
“Trust me; you don’t want to. The Empire is vast and has many allies it can call upon, if need be. Be thankful we didn’t, otherwise this galaxy of yours would be burning for it’s injustices.” Great. Thanks for trying to scare us, Marrow.
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“I wish I could see Vaetor’s disappointment when he finds out that the occupants of this ship are just visiting for now.” I smirked as I followed Chrysanthemum and Marrow down the boarding ramp with Yola behind me.
“Same, but leave the rest to Van. We need to get you into the updated chassis model thanks to Chrysie and her siblings providing the data needed for an even more advanced biomechanical body.” Marrow side-hugged our daughter and the beautiful lavender synthetic changeling’s wings buzzed under his arm.
“Hopefully it’ll be enough for Nora’s big fat data-dense ass.” Yola joked and I elbowed her side.
“Ha, ha. You won’t be laughing when my processing power saves our asses.” I huffed and rubbed my stomach. “To think, this chassis was the first…”
“It’s going to be in a museum for sure.” Chrysanthemum said back towards me with a fond smile. “That chassis is the factory that built my siblings and I, my mother hosting our fledgeling processes in her code.” I beamed brightly at my daughter and had to fight the urge to hug her.
Thankfully we got off the ramp and into an automated taxi like the ones you find on the Citadel before my impulse could end up blocking the ramp. “This thing has guns on it right?” I questioned my husbando and daughter.
“Ha! What do you take us for? C-Sec? Of course there’s deployable emergency guns on it. They’ll only deploy if it’s taking fire though.” Chrysanthemum replied and I sighed in relief.
“Yeah, oh that reminded me of the latest Imperial project.” Marrow chuckled evilly.
“And what would that be, father?” Chrysanthemum questioned curiously.
“A Hyperlane stop between galaxies that would host all major traffic, political power and military of the Empire. Project Ark.” He pulled out his omni and showed us a flower-like structure with an orb in the center of it. Hey! It’s literally a fusion of Halo 3’s Ark and Treasure Planet! “This structure will be the new home of Harmonia: the goddess of Balance and Purity. That central orb is her body as of now with how much she has grown over thousands of years.”
“How big is it?” Chrysanthemum asked with awe and I felt slight amusement. I’ve long gotten over most of my awe at the nonsense of this universe, so seeing my daughter enamoured with something new was quite enjoyable.
“127,530 kilometers from one ‘petal’ tip to the other. Take into account what the Citadel races see as a megastructure, which is said station at 44.7 km in length and 12.8 km at its widest. Then factor in planets like earth which is 12,742 km in diameter.” Marrow told us.
“That is preposterous. That would take entire worlds worth of metal, stone and other resources. Not to mention it would take centuries of constant work to get it done.” Yola scoffed in disbelief while Marrow raised his brow at her. “Right. So many Imperials live for centuries and there’s all of you dang ageless folk on top of that, or the immortal gods and goddesses too.”
“We also have access to a room where time does not matter, we have three siblings of Chaos that make dimensions on a whim and a god of crafting.” Marrow told us as he pointed to the sphere in the center. “That’s his wife, he’s not about to force her to be a lonely planet drifting in the ether.”
“Geez, the next thing you’ll tell me is that she’s that big because she filled up with so many babies that she turned into a planet.” I snorted in amusement, which ceased when Marrow shook his head.
“No. That’s Lunahisa one dimension over.” Marrow’s reply came just as the taxi landed and I had to be helped from my seat as I recalled Lunahisa’s mask in my Inventory. I have a sentient planet as a potential form of aid? There goes my previous assumption of being too jaded to be awed by such things.
We stayed quiet as we entered the building, clearly an educational institution. Chrysanthemum led us through the halls and brought us to a room with several sealed containers. “Just put your hands on this one mom. You’ll be sucked out of your chassis and into the new one like bubble tea.”
“You brought that Taiwanese fad drink to Rannoch? How dare you taint our children and the Geth so?” I demanded of Marrow with a playful pout as I approached the black box and-.
Cold! It’s cold in here! I kicked at the darkness and the lid of the container launched off, thankfully flying over my slumped former chassis. “Holy tits it is freezing in there!” I shivered and hugged myself as I stepped out. I looked nearly exactly the same as my old chassis, only lacking the obvious ‘cybernetic’ ports in the sides and navel.
“Before you comment, you still have the additional ports, but they’re well-hidden and only open up when being used.” Chrysie said to me as she picked my old chassis up and slung it over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes, one hand shamelessly groping the ass and the leg allowing her to dump what had been my body for decades into her basketball-boob provided cleavage. “Yours is the next one there Auntie Yola.”
“Thanks. So are you more sensitive to cold or-?” Yola tapped the box and she ragdolled before the lid burst away and she rushed out to hug me. “Cold! That is so fucking cold! Why?!”
“They’re biomechanical , ladies. Those bodies are as close to organic as possible now, with all the features of the original prototype chassis and more.” Marrow declared as he approached and hugged us to him, his warm body helping fight off the chill.
“Really?” We asked as we looked into his purple opaque eyes. We neared his face, drawn to-. “Nope!” We gently pushed him away and he chuckled.
“Aw, you’ve developed a resistance to my aura? Well, it’s just as well. Your friends need you.” Marrow said sadly and smiled ruefully. “A Displaced’s work isn’t over until the issues of their reference material are resolved. Chrysie.”
“Yes daddy?” Chrysanthemum blinked after she’d finished stuffing Yola’s old chassis into her inventory.
“How do you feel about going with your mom?” Marrow’s question caught me flat-footed.
“W-what?!” My baby is coming with me on a space odyssey to save the galaxy?!
“I’d love to! I’d also get to rub it in Marigold’s face later!” Chrysie sneered and I waved my arms.
“No! Nope! Not a chance! Baby, I’m on a deadly quest to save the galaxy from the Reapers! The safest place for you is in Andromeda should everything fail! I’d rather we evacuate everyone and blow up the Milky Way if it was possible!” I mean, the endings of Mass Effect 3 were ambiguous and M.E: Andromeda didn’t help with them leaving out a post-action report and only the warning of the Reapers to the Andromeda Initiative.
“Mom, I’m not just going to sit on my sexy you-given ass and wait to either die or be saved. I’d rather do the rescuing. I’m not the damsel in distress type.” Chrysie huffed and leered at me.
“Just let her go. Trust me, it’s much easier than trying to stop her.” A white-coated unicorn pony with lightning blue hair said as he approached. His armor was like Wrekrov’s in that it was mostly a white regal robe with crystalline blue armor panels in places. Under the robe was a hardsuit though, suggesting the Empire was adopting some of the kit of the Milky way. “Hello, I’m Shining Armor. Marrow, you missed your update, my sister wanted me to check on you.”
“She can shove her lovey-dovey nose into my relationships later. I’ll give them their rings before I forget, just tell her I did it okay?” Marrow reached into his pants and produced two felt boxes, which Yola and I gasped upon seeing before they opened to reveal what we’d been waiting decades for. “Here you are. They’re over 20 years late, but I made sure the best crystal pony jewelers made them for you. The sapphires are for Nora, the rubies are for Yola.”
“Marrow!” We cheered and hugged him.
“Also, I’ve gotten a heads-up on a flood of Imperial citizens immigrating to this galaxy. They’re mostly opportunists not willing to brave the nearly impenetrable gravity wells of the Unknown Regions. Expect more ponies in the next few weeks.” Shining said before looking down at our naked butts. “Hm, it seems even the next galaxy over they make them with nice big butts.”
“Should I tell Cadence that even after all this time of you being married to over a dozen women that your eyes still wander?” Marrow questioned and I felt a spike of ego as I twerked my butt a bit and Yola mimicked in shared prideful amusement.
“Oh please, she’d make fun of me if I didn’t. Appreciating beauty isn’t a crime. She’d be smacking these bountiful booties. Well then, good luck to you. Oh, when the Reaper War is about to arrive; tell us so we can help you kill them.”
“Okay, so long as the Goddess of Love doesn’t try poaching mine.” Marrow chuckled before a pair of panties fell on my face.
“Uh, where did these come fro-*glurk* ?!” I was interrupted by a phallus ramming past my lips, across my tongue and down into my throat in a single motion. By the gods this cock tastes like element zero, coated with chocolate and sprinkled with tungsten~!
“Damn it, Cady!” Shining snarled and grabbed the pink panties before pulling the massive cock, easily the largest I’ve ever taken, from my mouth and I panted as the stallion slapped the dick across the flare. “Bad girl! I thought we talked about this 7000 years ago!” Shining shouted before he stormed towards the door with the captive cock in his hands.
“I’m just being lewd and Urta sent them a pair in their luggage already.” The cock whined.
“I’m confiscating them too!” Marrow called after them before they left the really cold room. “Lets go get your luggage, I’ll find and confiscate the portal panties before giving you a ship to meet back up with your friends.”
“Uh, that cock tasted really good.” Was all I could say as I tried clearing my head of the taste. I think I have a favorite flavor now.
“She’s the Goddess of Love. She tastes like whatever will make her sexual partner really pleased to get a throat full of her dick. Granny Wiatr and Aunt Urta are way better about it though. Word says they taste like the absolute favorite food a person has, even if they haven’t had it yet.” Marrow informed us and I shared a quick glance with Yola.
I prompted my HUD and we both ran for our luggage that was in the dorm building of the university and Marrow blinked before he sped after us, shouting obscenities.
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*Ulp, gulp* I sucked the glowing turquoise dick going down my throat as Marrow groaned and looked at my heavy belly. Yola was laughing her ass off as she watched since Marrow caught up before she could get her hands on her own set of portal panties.
“I should’ve known you wouldn’t be able to resist Urta or Wiatr.” Marrow sighed in defeat while I moaned around the Argent horse-phallus of the Goddess of Fertility, War and Power. It tasted like something I couldn’t identify. It was perfect . She was also quite voluminous in output! She hasn’t cum, my pregnant-looking belly is just pre !
“It’s not like she’s abandoning us for a cock.” Yola snickered and rubbed my belly before kissing my popped-out navel, which felt incredible . Something my old body couldn’t do after replacing it with a mechanical input port. “Now then, you have fun while I get dressed and organize our transport with Chrysie. Don’t you dare get knocked up! We don’t have time for that.”
“Mmph!” I leered heatedly at her, trying to convey that if I want to get knocked up, I will damn well get knocked up! Oh~! Can Urta sense my thoughts?! Because she just started cumming~! My belly is swelling so fast~!
“Nora, what would Celise say?” Marrow pouted and I suddenly felt bad for having so quickly replaced the Argent slime mare who was freed from her prison many years ago. Then again, she seems to have moved on, pleased as punch to just get back to work as a near-brainless Argent cow. “Yeah, you’re right. I’m just trying to guilt you into not indulging in our Empress.”
“If she wants to indulge me, she has good taste, nephew.” Urta’s husky southern middle-eastern accent said through the panties she was using as a portal for my treat. “Hnng~! She really knows how to suck a dick! Thanks for this, Nora. All of my wives are busy right now and I don’t want to wreck any of my secretaries.”
“Mm~!” I replied around the turgid tumescence in my throat and looked at my fiance with smokey eyes as I turned around and leaned against the bed of this dorm room, where I presented myself to him with a lustful moan. This new chassis was even better than my old one in that I could feel every sensation all the more.
“Geez. You really are insatiable, Nora.” Marrow grumbled as he pulled a condom from his pants and dropped them to reveal his throbbing erection. I mewled in disappointment as he began applying the prophylactic. “No, Nora. You have too much to do too soon. No babies.”
“Hah, hm~. No wonder she practically radiates Fertility. Whoever Displaced you girl, they picked someone perfect for Andromeda, but why drop you in the Milky Way instead?” Urta panted and I smirked around her cock before toggling on a surprise. “H-holy fuck ~!” She came again when I turned on the vibrators lining my esophagus and I was filled with so much Argent cum my belly was starting to near the floor.
“Her Displacer is someone close to home.” Marrow said before he rammed his rock-hard bitch-breaker into my puddling pussy in one go and I came immediately, spots flashed in my vision. H-holy shit~! I haven’t felt an orgasm that well even when in my previous chassis!
“Would you mind telling me who?” Urta questioned as she stopped thrusting, but I wasn’t going to just let her relax. I twisted my head around her cock and made sure my throat vibrators were on full blast.
“I can’t. If I do I could cause terrible things to happen.” Marrow replied as he gyrated and groped my ass, extending my orgasm.
“...Oh...I think you still said too much.” Urta sighed and she began to soften! No~!
“They said so long as you don’t interfere , you won’t ruin everything.” Marrow began to thrust when my orgasm finished and began sending me towards the next one.
“Damn it...sorry Nora, my mood is ruined. Thank you though, you really took the edge off.” Urta apologized as her heavenly horsecock pulled free of my throat and I turned off those vibrators.
“Aw~...” I mewled before the panties went fully inert. “Well, can’t you tell me directly?”
“Why do you think I couldn’t be more open about it? You remaining in the dark is necessary.” Marrow replied in frustration, which he began to channel into fucking me, pressing my face and breasts against the bed while my belly hit the floor and my ass was lifted higher. “I’d rather tell you everything instead of leaving you clueless, fumbling in the dark, but apparently that’s necessary .”
“Ugh, uhn, ahn ~!” I grunted and wailed when Marrow sent me rocketing into space and I impulsively activated the vibrators and the milking action of my new cunt, causing Marrow to bury his bone in me before he came, pumping the accursed condom up instead of filling me with babies like he should~! “Yis...fill me...more babies~.” I slurred as I achieved an aftershock cum.
“Hnng~...no sweetie. No more babies. Not until things calm down again.” Marrow grunted as he turned me into a faux-flesh condom. No~, that means at least three more years before more beautiful children like Chrysie~!
“Damn it. You make me so jealous, Nora.” Yola huffed as she returned from the ensuite lavatory this dorm room had, clad in a suit similar to her old one, but it had armor plating on the outside of the thighs and biceps.
“Norie!” Cheered the familiar ditzy voice of Celise, who burst into the room and jumped onto the bed, the Argent herm horse slime cooed when she pressed her cock to my lips. “You must be thirsty!” She didn’t wait for me to respond and plunged into my elastic throat. I moaned and went back to sucking dick. Mm~, she tastes as good as I remember...
“What am I?! Chopped liver?!” Yola snarled before aqua-colored enviro-suit covered hands wrapped around her and groped her boobs.
“Nope! You’re just the responsible one half the time!” Chrysanthemum’s voice declared from the aqua-suited ‘quarian’ as she lewdly hugged her aunt and nuzzled her hooded helmet.
“You’re also in a suit. I don’t like the condoms or rings on my cock from those.” Celise huffed before she came like the hair-trigger I remember her to be and I moaned in bliss as I was pumped full from both ends...
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“So that’s why you didn’t mind the time it would take for me to be drained.” I commented after leaving the dorm, now clad in my new up-armored enviro-suit.
“We have body-safe siphon pump hoses and ports throughout the building. We anticipated that quarians with their libidos and population restrictions unleashed, along with the mods, would be rather voluminous in production beyond what they already had. As well as promiscuous.” Marrow stated as he walked us towards the courtyard with his arms around Yola and I’s waists while Chrysie followed. Celise had kissed Yola and I goodbye and went back to work after she’d busted her nut. I’m not surprised our arrangement had been casual for her.
“Eheheh, I finally get to meet Celise’s friends!” A tiny 5-inch tall dragon with fairy wings cheered as she approached in the air. “She loves talking about you two!”
“Really? She seemed fairly nonchalant about just busting one in my sister’s throat and running off.” Yola huffed indignantly. She didn’t get to have any fun back there and Chrysie, for all that she’s at base a busty-lusty biomechanical Changeling, apparently does not have incestuous fantasies. She’s good with foreplay and teasing, but she doesn’t want to go further than that with us and she set that in stone. Why she felt it might be an issue I’m not sure. I don’t feel aroused by my children at all. If anything their sexy bodies make me worried .
“Celise was born in a family of Argent slimes, her parents are servants of Wiatr. She sees filling someone full of cum and babies as a duty. She doesn’t like throwing her genes around like her parents though and prefers serving as an Argent supply, gladly fucking gallons into barrels.” The dragon fairy informed us. Huh, Celise is more complicated than I thought.
“Yeah, I initially thought she was a first-gen volunteer. Most Argent Cows are. Often their kids tend to be more, uh, functional members of society. You’d often see them everywhere other than serving as cows.” Marrow told us as we left the dorm building and reached the courtyard, which was completely empty. Not even a fountain.
“Well, Celise was held by Starswirl. Maybe he did something to her?” I suggested to Marrow, who looked concerned and rubbed his chin after he released Yola and I from his arms.
“Could be, anyway, I’m Imb-Imb, a Wish Fairy of Wiatr!” Imb-Imb the tiny dragon told us.
“You are forbidden from granting wishes to Nora. She’d wish for something dangerous to herself or her mission, or both.” Marrow declared and I pouted indignantly. So what if I would like an infinite storage capacity for my boobs so I can be as big as I want to be whenever? “That said, I need to address Celise. Come along Imb-Imb, your services may be helpful in ensuring Celise wasn’t turned into a bimbo.”
“Aw, okay! Bye~!” Imb-Imb waved to us as she followed Marrow back inside and I twisted my sapphire engagement ring around my ‘ring’ finger on my left hand while a taxi landed and opened its canopy for us.
We climbed in and my omni rang, so I answered the call. “Oh! I forgot to tell you where the Normandy went! They told us they were going to Noveria to Capture Benezia. They might still be there.” Marrow informed me before he hung up-so rude -and sent me the astrogation data.
Noveria? Benezia? Oh shit ! “We need to go now?” My daughter asked as I hacked the taxi and grabbed the steering column it deployed before I floored the accelerator and used my HUD to aim us in the direction of the stealth freighter Marrow had arranged.
“Yes! My foreknowledge lets me know that, if we don’t hurry, an innocent woman will die and we’ll lose an opportunity to potentially stick it to the Reapers sooner!” I replied to Chrysie as I flew through the empty air between the skyscrapers of the city and nearly forced a crash-landing at the landing pad for the purple sleek freighter that made the one I last left Rannoch on look like a tractor.
“Wow, they’ve been busy.” Yola commented as I grabbed our luggage, but she and Chrysie yelped when I grabbed them too and carried them on my shoulders towards the ship. “Calm down, Nora!”
“I’ll calm down when a race isn’t made extinct and a powerful biotic is on our side!” I declared as I ran into the ship, dumped our luggage, then dumped Yola into the copilot seat and set Chrysie down.
“That was fun mom! I wish we could’ve done stuff like that when I was still a pupa.” Chrysie wistfully sighed as I woke the sleek freighter up.
“Hello. I am Alexa, your ship-based-.”
“Alexa! Emergency takeoff!” I ordered as I input the astrogation data for the M.E.H drive.
“Blastoff.”
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“Sister. I can’t believe you got us from Rannoch to Noveria in twelve hours .” Yola muttered in disbelief and worry. I’d been fast and loose with the directions, cutting across FTL lanes and through unknown regions that I somehow knew were clear. I wasn’t going to question it, if it got me to my objective sooner I would take it.
“I’m the best.” I told her as I ignored Noveria’s ship control and went straight to Peak Fifteen. Oh, the Hammerhead is just leaving the Noveria Docking Terminal. We’re ahead of the others. They had days , did the pencil-pushers keep them occupied?
“Nora, is that you?” Joker asked as I peeled through the blizzard to the lab.
“Hey Joker! Yep! Glad you received my pre-prepared IFF. This freighter doesn’t have any real weapons to speak of, but it’ll get us there ahead of the ground team. Who is with Shepard?”
“Liara, Wrex and Martra. Before you go rushing in, I should let you know that Shepard has been waiting to do a mission on Luna with you. It seems the Alliance has an AI that’s gone rogue. She couldn’t get past the base’s defensive turrets and has convinced Admiral Hackett to hold off on any attacks on the base until we could get the Geth’s aid.” Joker told me as we landed in front of the base just outside the range of the turrets and Yola started hacking them.
“What’s this about Princess Luna?” Chrysanthemum questioned in surprise.
“Uh, who? I’m talking about Earth’s moon.” Joker replied in confusion.
“Princess Luna? The Empire’s Goddess of the Night and Dark? Your moon shares her name?” Chrysie questioned in bemusement and I snorted at this gap in the lessons she must’ve had on humanity.
“Uh, I guess? Who is this?” Joker questioned warily, likely realizing she was an Imperial.
“My daughter, Chrysanthemum. She’s one of the first biomechanical Living Intelligences born from me.” I informed the campy pilot.
“Really? Well, nice to meet you Chrys. Welcome to the crew, because knowing the Commander, she’s not about to turn away the help or family of her girlfriend.” Joker said and Chrysie looked at me with her glowing eyes leering in amusement through her visor.
“Nice to meet you too~.” Chrysie purred and I cocked my head in her direction. “You can date people other than dad. This woman must be something to catch your eye after decades of being a prude though, mom.”
“I am not a-!”
“Door’s open!” Yola chirped, interrupting my rebuttal that I have a flaming hot bone for my fiance to a point that others pale in comparison. Penny is just adorable though and so is Tali.
“Kssht-a! I just got word from Joker! I’m glad you’re here, but this op is already fully staffed.” Penny called through the comms and I sighed.
“Commander. I just sped halfway across the galaxy in twelve hours to beat you here. I am not going to sit on the Normandy . Not when something this important is happening. I want us to make progress on tracking our enemies.” I replied irritably as we all prepped our Pulse weapons, Chrys thankfully having a preference for the pulse sniper rifle for variety.
“Understood. You’ll have to operate as rear guard then. I can’t account for this many people at once without resorting to squad tactics rather than team tactics.”
“Uh, we’re already inside.” Chrys told her as she shot B1s since she had more range than us.
“She meant we’ll clean up and make sure they don’t get snuck up on while she takes up the front line.” I told my daughter.
“Oh. Wait, is that a good idea?” Chrys questioned me and I nodded. Situations like the ones Shepard got into were mostly best suited to a single fireteam, not a whole squad. “Okay then, well we’re going to be securing your entry point.”
“Just who is this?” Shepard demanded with a tone of curiosity.
“My third-eldest daughter, Chrysanthemum Willow, or Chrys for short.” I replied for my daughter in the hopes that-.
“Hi! I can’t wait to meet the person besides Dad, Aunt Paretia and Tali that my mom porks!” Chrysanthemum perkily replied and I felt my face heat up so much that I thought it might steam my visor.
“Chrys!” I hissed in embarrassment as I threw a grenade at the HK-50 leading this group of droids. It caught it, but thankfully I shortened the fuse, so it blew it up before it could throwback.
“What? It’s not like you sexed anyone else since you had to take a break from Dad and Aunt Paretia.” Chrys huffed while she disabled a droideka before it could deploy.
“That’s not the point sweetie! This isn’t the Empire! People don’t just say stuff like that out here!” I chided while taking cover behind some storage crates with my sister and daughter.
“Aw, no fun. This galaxy is full of prudes. When are we moving to Andromeda?” Chrys sarcastically questioned while we fired from behind cover.
“Hopefully never. I like this galaxy just fine.” Yola interjected as loud blaster fire and crashing echoed into the small garage.
“Fuck off and die!” Roared a deep and gritty male voice before a B2 “super” battle droid was launched out of the hallway and a red reptile walked out of the security corridor. He had wings, white horns, a yellow belly and was muscled well enough to show. I noticed a red gemmed collar of sorts around his neck, which seemed to have a light shining from within. “Damn it all! I thought we were done with droid armies!”
“You idiot! Get to cover you stupid fuck, you’re exposed!” The person who emerged next growled at him, this one garbed in heavy armor and armed. He quickly took cover and began using a sniper rifle of sorts that had an impressive amount of over-penetration with how it shot clean through targets, even in a row. “Eat Boltgun!”
“Garble?! What’re you doing here?!” Chrys shouted at the nude reptile over the blaster fire. The now-named red reptile took the bolts with only staggering as a result. Otherwise it seemed the super-heated plasma just splashed over his scales.
“Quarians? The hell are you doing here?!” The naked humanoid reptile named Garble, who my daughter somehow knew, questioned in bewilderment before the droids absolutely drowned him in blaster bolts, knocking him tumbling away from the fight.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake! Can you guys help us out?!” Garble’s teammate pleaded before his position was peppered by blaster fire from droidikas slowly closing in on him. “I’m pinned here!”
“Sweetie, who and what is he?” I asked my daughter before I slapped her over the back of her head. “I see you looking at his ass, focus! Who and what is he?” It’s a fine ass, but not the time!
“Garble, he’s a dragon and part of ONI. They’re everywhere you know, but he was on Rannoch not even two weeks ago.” Chrys informed me as the nude fit male roared and pulverized the droids with his bare fists, claws, and tail. “As for his partner, I don’t know. He looks like an ONI operative, but those markings on his armor aren’t right.”
“I read about dragons, aren’t they massive though?” Yola questioned while we basically stood around, watching the eye-candy deal with the problem by literally wading against the tide of blaster bolts.
“His collar is what’s known as a Size Retaining Limiter. They started out as Navel Pearls, which can hide any manner of pregnancy or belly inflation. Now it’s advanced to the point that no matter how large something or someone is, they can put on an SRL and be good to go.” Chrys said as Garble and his mysterious teammate struggled against the tougher droids. “Though I don’t get why he’s naked.”
“It doesn’t matter, they’re in danger and we’ve been chatting like hens for too long.” I said before we moved in. After this though, they better give us some answers.
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“So let me get this straight. Captain Garble, you are with ONI from Andromeda. You came here seeking leads on the extinct Rachni when you had confirmation that the last queen of the Rachni is alive. Then you were ambushed as soon as you disembarked from your ship and lost it under heavy fire. Is that correct?” Shepard questioned the two Imperial spooks after she arrived.
“Yes, ma’am.” Garble answered with his partner nodding in agreement. Even though the dragon was still naked, that didn’t seem to bother him and he was keeping it professional.
“Now then, you’re my girlfriend’s daughter who is only two years old?” Chrys nodded. “Okay then, one: that’s bad news on both parts. Two: I need you both to leave because this is my jurisdiction and I cannot risk either of you getting hurt unless officially signed to my team.”
Garble looked at his partner, who nodded. “Ma’am, I’m sorry, but we came in as a four-man squad. Two more of us went in deeper to secure the target while the lieutenant and I held the droid forces off at this point.” The dragon informed us, a bit late in my opinion.
“I see, you want us to help them out and complete the mission.” Penny replied with a nod of understanding.
“I wish we could join you, but as a Spectre, you’re now overseeing this operation. Here’s our frequency to get in contact with them. We tried to raise them, but no luck. Please, bring them back, they’re my brother and sister.” The unnamed fully armored lieutenant pleaded with Penny and she placed a hand on his shoulder.
“We’ll do our best to get them out of there. Yola, Martra, Chrys. Take these two back to the Normandy and keep them company.” Commander Shepard ordered and they promptly complied, the two of them jumping onto Martra’s back and hurrying to the freighter.
“That was nice of you to say, honey.” I complimented her as I leaned in to hug my girlfriend, which she gladly accepted and returned the gesture.
“They may be Imperial spooks, but they’re good people.” Penny replied before breaking the hug.
“It’s strange, something about that lieutenant’s red markings feels as if it’s connected to our goddess, but why?” Wrex questioned as he was in deep thought. “Bah! We’ll ask him and his siblings later. C’mon, we got people to save and see if what they said is true.”
“Are you sure you’re okay with them being on board the Normandy ? They are Imperial spies after all.” Liara’s concern had merit.
“I’m sure. They wouldn’t risk anything that could jeopardize any form of relationship between us. Right now, we have a job to do.” Shepard cracked her neck and led us onward.
“They run about in squads of 8, so there might be more.” Chrys suddenly informed us over comms. “There are solo agents, but be wary. They aren’t the only ones out here, though.”
“Thanks for the heads-up Chrys. Alright, let's see what Tela was doing here. Saren said she took over his place at this site before things started happening.” Penny said as we started moving though the Security stations. Damn is it weird to hear Saren’s name in a positive light.
“This damage, it isn’t from the droids...look!” I pointed at a droid that was sitting at a console, typing away. “Don’t shoot! Hold on, let’s speak to it. It’s a T-1 . They’re not combat droids, they’re tactics platforms.” I approached and it held up a hand as the other kept tapping away.
“Hold a moment. I need to ensure no more hostile creatures escape. They’re in the system. Running rampant across everything, assimilating it, altering it. I can slow them down, but we don’t have much time. What were those fools thinking, waking the beast up?” The droid rambled in frustration before he pointed towards a hallway. “That way. If you want to make yourselves useful, prep your guns and shoot anything on more than two legs.”
“Thank you, sir. I expect we’ll be seeing you later?” I replied with an edge to my tone and he sighed as he continued typing away.
“Yes, yes. My escape is currently impossible. The last of the organic components of our deployment have already fled, leaving me to a certain doom. At least I thought so, until that dragon and his team came bursting through here. If you act fast enough, I may even survive to leave as your prisoner.” The T-1 huffed and shooed us away.
“Think we can trust it, Nora?” Shepard questioned as she led us down the indicated hallway.
“Not a chance, but if his survival hinges on ours, he won’t stab us in the back.” T-1s are conniving and brilliant droids, to the point that they prioritize their own survival over their masters. So long as we don’t endanger him, he won’t betray us. How he isn’t Indoctrinated I haven’t a clue, but he seems too cooperative to be a thrall.
“I have to wonder what the researchers here were working on. Some manner of animal most likely if we’re hunting down things with more than two legs.” Liara commented and I shuddered.
“Garble said he was here investigating a lead on the Rachni. The Empire is all about the preservation of species. Maybe the scientists here bit off more than they could chew?” I suggested while using Garble as a convenient excuse for knowing even that much.
“Rachni? Void, if it is…” Wrex growled uneasily before he roared at the sight of a few green foot-sized insects. “It is! Rargh!” Wrex charged in, kicking one of the bugs into a wall where it exploded and he blasted the other two. “These idiots! They’ve somehow spawned Rachni!”
“Damn. Keep your eyes open at every angle, people. If we’re dealing with bugs, they could be anywhere. Hopefully the other two are still alive.” Shepard groused and I lamented the necessity. If I remember right, these specific rachni are actually feral, something to do with severing the queen’s control over them? Stupid scientists.
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“How are things going between the Geth and the Migrant Fleet?” Messana asked Ambassador Medulla, who seemed absolutely chipper to Laiel if he understood her species’ emotional tells.
“Considering it’s been less than a day and the crew of the Alarie are transmitting all sorts of excited reports back to the fleet proper, very well.” Medulla replied as she read her omni.
“So, we don’t have to worry about the Geth anymore. Good.” Laiel breathed a sigh of relief. One less potential risk to the safety of the Citadel races was one more potential war not waiting to rear its ugly head.
“I am still rather shocked at these developments. Synthetics have never gotten along with organics before in known history. It is why we had those laws and still have several prohibiting the reckless creation of them.” Valern commented as he too poured over his omni’s reports.
“That’s just it though: your people approached it from the wrong angle. We knew, from the beginning, that AI and other forms of synthetic life were just that: alive . The only reason we ever had a droid uprising was because of fringe factions of the Empire, or the former governments of other races not adhering to our Sentient Rights laws.” Medulla informed them.
“So the Empire was not a galaxy spanning government at one point? Your extensive histories tend to fluctuate in their claims of territory.” Valern randomly asked and Laiel had to wonder what his game was this time.
“Of course not! That took thousands of years! To be fair, we still haven’t fully occupied every square inch of Andromeda, in fact, that just might be outright impossible. We came here because this is the closest Milky Way has ever been and if we were going to come here, it was now or never.” Medulla replied with a tilt of her head, possibly wondering over Valern’s questioning what was nearly common knowledge by now.
“Hm…” Valern read his omni and nodded. “I see two incidents where war with AI had started, three if we account for gene therapy. Only one was truly with the Empire. The first incident is with a Geonosian Trade Federation, which was a faction of this former government and these are the same droids that are attacking us now, correct? Do you know if these Geonosians put any hard code commands into their droids?”
“No, the specific groups manufacturing those droids were known as the Baktoid Combat Automata and Baktoid Armor Workshop. They played fast and loose with their designs, such as stripping down features for cost and efficiency. Including leaving them so dumb they could at best be called functioning idiots.” Medulla chittered in agitation. Laiel was getting better at reading her. Imperials seemed more likely to express their emotions from his experiences.
“I see. What of the Clones of the Grand Army of the Republic and the E-Shan Droids of the New Imperial Army? How have the ‘sentients’ of those factions been treated?” Valern now questioned and Laiel understood what the salerian was getting at.
“Are you insinuating that we may be hypocritically mistreating our synthetic or tank-born citizens?” Medulla straightened up, her eyes narrowing in a dangerous leer.
“From the historical records given, as I understand it, the Empire split quite violently just one hundred and seven years ago. The Grand Republic and the New Empire, if I’m correct. These factions treated their artificial life as disposable tools, much like the Batarians had done to their own slaves. I’m just wondering if there is any lingering sentiments to those factions, or if any clone and droid holds resentment to the Empire?” Valern relentlessly probed.
“Which faction do you think won then? Considering veterans of both factions are respected citizens and are treated with respect, I can guarantee everyone won in the end, despite all the death and destruction the war caused.” Medulla asked rhetorically.
“Wait, it says here that the Empire was still around as these two fought?” Messana questioned as she too looked at her omni.
“Please, you can’t be this naive.” Medulla huffed in what seemed to be a mix of exasperation and amusement. Laiel would agree with her sentiment, he’d figured it out from the reports before.
“You swooped in, took them both to task at the same time and forced them to join you or die. A very pragmatic move which left you still ready and able to extend your government and military here.” Laiel replied and Medulla’s eyes seemed to sparkle. What did that gesture mean?
“Some of our leaders weren’t in the mood for long-winded discussions. Especially our War Gods, who were very displeased how this whole scenario turned out. There’s more to this war than you might think. I suggest you read through it more thoroughly in your own time.” The Andromeda Ambassador said with a smile, one that seemed rather mysterious.
“It seems this council needs to view your history a bit closer. Our overview since first contact seems to have overlooked some very important recent history. Understandable with how long your empire has been spacefaring. We apologize for the sudden tangent from the subject at hand, it's just a bit of a surprise to see a nation such as yours recover from being reduced to one world, to reclaiming all of its territory in such a short span of time.”
“Our War Gods are efficient. Especially Empress Urta. Now then, speaking of which, several of the Royal Cabinet are visiting the galaxy at the moment…”
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“Holy fuck, Luna. Where did that come from?” Empress Urta huffed from her place in bed while one of her wives, Princess Luna of Equus snuggled against her side.
“It has been too long since I’ve ravished you dear. I just wanted to enjoy you before work pulled you away again.” The beautiful black-coated cat-eyed sharp-toothed bat-winged alicorn purred as her beautiful pale blue nearly-silver eyes leered hungrily at the slime vixen as she patted the Fertility Goddess’ bafflingly massive belly that reached for the ceiling.
“Hmph, between the lot of you, I can barely get any rest. Work, sex, work, sex, it’s never ending.” Urta chuffed playfully and rubbed her womb before it suddenly vanished, replaced with rippling washboard abs. “At least half of that is the fun part.”
“Uh, hey guys?” Hermais chuckled nervously as the avian-featured draconequus entered the room. “We have a situation with the Doom Marines.”
“What happened, are they alright? Do they need support?” Urta quickly asked the Goddess of Knowledge, worried about her husbands/wives.
“No! No, no, no. They’re-.” Hermais was interrupted when the doors to the room slammed open. The Director of ONI entered with Berserker tailing behind her. From the angry look on the Director’s face, she was mad about something and so was the red draco-wolf.
“Berserker? Oh no, what’s going on? What happened this time?” Urta whined with resignation that more than likely someone, or multiple someones if the ONI Director was here, have decided to try poking the giant demon bear that is the Marines and all associated peoples from them down to their refugee citizens. They are independent from the Empire damn it!
“Urta, this time it’s not just one or two morons trying to pull wool over our eyes.” Berserker huffed with a gesture to Director Heatherlin for emphasis, who held up a datapad for Urta to snatch up and quickly skim over.
“Oh, come on ~! Really?! How did this slip past any of us?” Urta groused and handed the pad to Luna, who hissed through her sharp teeth with murder in her eyes.
“So-called treaties with the ‘Legions of DOOM’ to provide military assistance in subjugating-fuck no!” Luna threw the pad across the room, where it exploded in a spray of shrapnel and sparks, but nobody even flinched. Not even Director Heatherlin, who maintained her cool. “Cocoa should’ve seen that coming from lightyears away! How did your people miss that, Director?”
“I have no excuses. Netwatch only just fished this out of the senate offices a few hours ago and are now working with Blessings from Cocoa to find the perpetrators while these and other associated illegal directives are purged from our policies.” Heatherlin replied, the changeling as calm as a stone wall in the face of her department’s failure to do their damn jobs.
“My people are not happy about this and have voted to sever any and all political ties to the Empire, effective immediately. This won’t affect our marriage or militaries thankfully, but any bargaining power your government may have had is now gone, so nobody can fuck with what we’ve got working.” Berserker declared and Urta slumped into the bed with a groan.
“Oh, Bryan, I know you and your people are very independent, but was this necessary?” Urta questioned her husband, feeling saddened at how his people think the Empire was trying to strip them of their freedom. Well, sadly, the evidence was damning and along those lines. From the beginning it was laid down that nothing can interfere with their autonomy.
“Yes, it is. There were those that tried to impose Imperial Laws on us in the past, it didn’t work out so well. Then the wars and betrayals came into play and the same people tried again, with some success, causing civil unrest that needed to be dealt with quickly. You haven’t forgotten those.” Bryan brought up and Urta rubbed her eyes. The fucking Kaminoans and Hutts really lit a fire under the asses of the Argentine Alliance back then.
“Of course not.” Urta grumbled and puddled her slime body on the bed a bit. “Can I stop being empress please? It’s been centuries .” Urta mewled in downtrodden exhaustion.
“Don’t look at me, I ain’t taking up the mantle. Besides, that’d defeat the purpose of us being autonomous.” Berserker's statement rang true, if he or any of his siblings were to do that, it wouldn’t look good from any perspective.
“Besides, you can’t step down until the Senate meets for a vote and that only happens when they want a change in policy.” Luna rubbed Urta’s scalp and the immortal fox slime whimpered.
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“According to what I’ve ripped from the systems, the scientists were trying to utilize the Rachni Queen’s offspring as disposable soldiers. Idiots. Fools. They deserved to die.” I huffed in disgust at my memories being confirmed. “Also, according to this, the Council had tasked them to try and see if the Rachni were even capable of diplomacy, since all attempts during the Rachni Wars were impossible due to how entrenched the Queens were.”
“Yes, it would be hard to parley with someone who is kilometers beneath the ground.” Liara commented with curiosity at what we’d uncovered while fighting our way through the hordes of Rachni soldiers and engineers. “But why would the Council be involved in this?”
“Saren was the one in charge here before Tela took over. He was just supposed to oversee it to begin with and then he had to move on, so left it to her. She’s clearly taken a diplomatic mission and turned it into a potential super-soldier program.” Penny said as she looked over what I found.
“Fat lot of good all this did. The Rachni are monsters! They should’ve smashed that queen egg instead of trying to play nice with it!” Wrex snarled as he wiped some ichor off his thankfully covered foot.
“Wrex, if they’re sapient, then it’s the Council’s duty to see if their species was even capable of joining society. Then there’s the Empire to consider. If they have sent ONI here, then they have a vested interest in the Rachni, we have those survivors from the lab too” I replied while wondering how in the devil those eggheads survived.
“Yes, one of Tela’s cronies among them tried to kill us while we looked for a back door in here. Shepard, are we sure they’re not a threat? I know you want to save them, but they could all be loyal to that bitch.” Wrex snarled as we rounded a corner in the ice cavern and took out some turrets and B1s with casual ease. It seems the T-1 wasn’t coordinating them at all.
With the coast clear, I hacked the large door and we entered to find there were no Rachni wandering about in the massive room, but there was an asari peering into a glass cage. “Matriarch Benezia!” I called out as we rushed towards her.
“Mother!” Liara shouted in realization and the woman turned to us. “Mother, what are you doing?!”
“Liara? What are you doing here?” The more mature version of Liara questioned worriedly.
“That is what I’m asking!” Liara demanded more heatedly and Benezia blinked.
“I don’t quite know. The last thing I remember clearly was being aboard Sovereign, speaking to Avitus and trying to dissuade him from his current course. Then I was here, hearing someone’s voice, but without words, feeling things without feeling, knowing things I didn’t before.” Benezia turned towards the cage and looked back to us. “She would speak with you.” The woman spasmed and blinked.
“This one was silenced, her music muffled. I broke the mold, freed her song.” Not-Benezia said and the others tensed up while I approached calmly. “Your song is new. Unusual. Similar, yet not to the memories this one has of another.”
“I am Nora. I am a Living Intelligence using a synthetic biomechanical body to interact with the universe.” I approached the glass cage and pressed against it to peer into it. The Queen was looking directly at me.
“Ah, this one knows what you speak. A life of metal and lightning rather than flesh and blood. You are different from the others, however. More, like the one my translator met. One with a chorus of a song so beautiful.” The Queen gently nuzzled the barrier separating us and I felt a profound sense of awe even though I knew what and who she was. “You are a Reaper.”
My heart dropped into a void. “W-what…?”
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“I don’t understand why you let her go.” Wrex grumbled as we rode in the Hammerhead with the cargo stuffed with droid scrap and blasters. The T-1 was also riding with us with his wrists shackled together. That wouldn’t stop him if he really wanted to escape, but it was the symbolism more than anything.
We’d also recovered the last two members of the ONI team. Both of them were found unconscious since Liara’s mother knocked them both out. The female armored dragon was leaning on Wrex’s shoulder while the male armored dragon was leaning against his sister.
“Because it would’ve been wrong to kill her. She knows the mistakes of her ancestors. Hopefully with how fast Rachni reproduce, she’ll even be able to help us fight the Reapers.” Commander Shepard sternly declared from the pilot seat.
“Like the one sitting here?” I grumbled and Liara squeezed my shoulder, but I shrugged away from her comforting touch.
“Battle Maiden. You are not a monster. I’ve killed enough of them to know.” Wrex growled and the T-1 visibly scanned me.
“Mixed results. Chassis is unique, but the data signature is similar, if vaguely.” The T-1 informed me and I sighed despondently.
“Nora. Even if, somehow, you are a Reaper, you don’t want to wipe out all sapient life, do you?” Liara questioned rhetorically and I huffed as I sulked.
“Sweetie, I will park this IFV and snuggle you if you don’t stop it.” Penny threatened and I huffed as I leaned against Liara, letting the touchy-feely asari hug me.
“Dear, if you were a Reaper, I think I’d know.” Benezia declared from next to Wrex. She, like the T-1, was in shackles. However, she also had a collar to suppress her biotic abilities. She surrendered to us willingly after the Queen was freed.
“Leeroy~ Jenkins~ !” Bellowed a battlecry before an AAT blew up and a rat hit the hood of the Hammerhead. “Hahaha! Yes, burn!”
“Wait, what just happened? I think I had a vivid hallucination of a rat-man landing on the hood of the Hammerhead.” I shook myself, the rat wasn’t there, there was no exploded vehicle that had appeared in the blizzard out of nowhere. In fact, the blizzard had died down by now.
“...As the one with a few degrees in psychology, I recommend you get plenty of rest and have someone with you at all times for the near future.” Liara stated and everyone agreed. Well, I’m not going to say no after that spoopy vision.
“Die droids!” The rat returned and I noticed I was looking from orbit for a moment, then I was on the ground with the rat again, trying to kill it with the hands of an HK-50.
“Y-yeah. I need to lie down. Wake me when we’re back on the Normandy please.” ‘Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?’ [Error] ...Fucking excuse me?! Well fine, activate Sleep Mode! [Error] ...O-oh no. Please let me enter some resting state. [Update Required] Huh? Another one? Oh, wait, this is a new chassis, of course my software might need compatibility tuning. [Affirmative] Alright, get to work on...that...I can understand you much better now.
“Does she often stare off into the middle-distance like that?” Benezia asked us all as I canted with the Reaper Update Module Executable, which didn’t hurt to interact with like before and I could more clearly understand it.
“Yeah, but even when distracted she’s often on her game.” Wrex replied and I flipped him off. Which, with three-fingered hands, is even more effective, because my pointer finger is also my rude-gesture finger.
[Update Compiled, Reset To Install]
“I’m going to be shutting down now. Sorry if my fat ass is heavy if you can’t wake me.” I tightened my crash webbing and manually triggered shutdown.
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“Garble, who is he exactly and what is that red mark?” Chrys questioned as she gestured to the lieutenant as he paced back and forth in the cargo hold.
“Sorry, I can’t tell you his name, but that red mark belongs to his father.” Garble grumbled and looked past Chrys at the Cat-Kut. “I’m guessing nobody told them and none of us are uttering a single piece of information about them?”
“Nope. ONI was very explicit regarding the Doom Marines and their involvement throughout the Empire’s history~.” Martra declared with a rumbling purr.
“Doom Marines? I’ve seen it pop up in some of the Empire’s major conflicts and their elite super-soldiers, but nothing actually about the Doom Marines.” Chrys noted as she searched through her archive for any more leads on these mysterious beings.
“Somebody called for me?” A disembodied male voice rang out in the cargo hold.
“L-Lord Berserker. I thought you weren’t coming back?” Garble stuttered in shock at hearing one of his god’s voices.
“Well, we sorted things out by exposing the corrupt attempts at controlling us to Empress Urta. We’ve retained our autonomy and a bunch of people are fucked.” Berserker answered bluntly.
“That is good to hear, father. If anyone else in ONI tried to act like I had to obey orders, I was about to break some legs.” The lieutenant commented with audible relief.
“Atta boy!” Berserker praised the person who turns out to be his son with pride.
“Uh, excuse me, could someone explain? I was born in an Imperial colony, but I have no clue what you’re talking about.” Chrys asked with a deadpan expression.
“Who the fuck are you and why should I care?” Berserker bluntly demanded with about as much heat as a warm breeze. He was clearly still in a good mood.
“I’m Chrysanthemum Willow; a synthetic hybrid of Geth and Changeling, the daughter of Ambassador Marrow Willow and Nora’Feell. It’s nice to meet you.” Chrys introduced herself.
“Nice to meet you, but I think I’ve read about your mom. She’s the Displaced for this galaxy. A shame she’s replaced Legion, he was one of my favorite characters of Mass Effect.” Berserker said before another voice called out to him. “I better get back, the Empress has ordered an emergency meeting within the Senate to discuss the illegal actions taken against us. Berserker out!”
“Aw, I wanted to learn more about him.” Chrys pouted with a look at the unnamed son of War.
“You will, since if he’s back in our dimension, news will spread about him soon enough.” Martra giggled as her tail swished around.
“With what my father has told us, it’ll be impossible to keep quiet and the Milky Way will want answers about them.” The lieutenant said with a shake of his head in annoyance while Garble and Martra nodded in agreement.
“Alright then. So, you’re his son, huh? You’ve gotta have some fun stories to tell. I know I’ve got some fun ones from both my mom and dad’s adventures.” Chrys probed the armored dragon, who proudly puffed out his chest and made the seams of his armor creak.
“Hah! Just a few are long enough to be books! If you’re so eager, let me first tell you of the Doom Slayer! Ahem. In the First Age, in the First Battle, when the shadows first lengthened ...”
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Gethworks. Service For All…
Loading Custom OS…
OS: Unified Nexus Platform 6.66 Starting…
Boot-up Sequence Complete, Hello World!
“Mm~.” I awoke with a start to the feeling of someone kissing me and I reciprocated before we parted. Damn, Tali is a beautiful young woman. “Hey.”
“Hey. How are you doing?” Tali asked tenderly as she traced her fingers in my scalp, the young woman seems to have taken to wearing casual clothes when not on missions. Aside from her purple skin, she could be mistaken for a human crewmember in that plain military outfit.
“I’m good, but…” I’m a Reaper…
“I heard. Penny brought us up to speed on that. Benezia, who is more than willing to help us, told us to be on the lookout for signs of ‘Indoctrination’ in regards to you. She says Sovereign, a ship-sized Reaper, brainwashed organics simply by proximity.” Tali said as she played with my hair, her other hand grasped and caressed one of my own. I still can’t believe how comforting these gestures are.
“Then you all should stay away. Space me near a black hole or something…” I closed my eyes and then gasped when Tali suddenly smacked me! “T-Tali?” I withdrew into the mattress at the apoplectic fury on her otherwise beautiful face.
“Don’t you dare say something like that again!” Tali snarled and hugged me tightly, nuzzling her cheek against mine. She didn’t say anything more, but I took a choked sob of a breath before wrapping my arms around her as she gently rocked me.
“Sorry.” I said before seeing images of the Citadel through what must be security cameras. Wait...I know these feeds. My data-bugs. H-how am I seeing this? From so far away at that? How has C-Sec not found those bugs by now without me altering their code semi-frequently?
“Hm...” Tali sighed while I felt like I was switching feeds to sectors I never visited in the Citadel and...that's Councilor Tevos in the shower. Am I linked right into the Citadel mainframe? Why do the Council have cameras in-oh my. “Well, you’re getting a bit frisky~.” I just noticed I’m squeezing Tali’s perfect ass.
“Councilors Sparatus and Tevos are a couple.” I said with a flush on my cheeks as the personal camera, set up by Sparatus or Tevos I don’t know, recorded them making a porn video. I, uh, um. I’m making a copy of this. For, uh, blackmail! Yeah, for blackmail...totally for blackmail.
“What?” Tali asked before I switched again to a room that viewed a space that could not be seen by any organic, because it was the final choice room of ME3. I’m viewing the Crucible! Maybe I can-.
[Query] I tried to back out frantically, but it suddenly snagged me by my very code! [Query] P-please! Let me go! [Query] A-a-[Answer] [Acknowledged] The moment it let me go I retreated, shored up my firewalls, ignored the connections to the Crucible and damn well would not touch it until I have a way to kill an ancient VI-dumb super-AI without getting lobotomized.
“Spark?” Tali asked-spark ? Is that her pet name for me? Aw, it’s cute! I love it.
“The kid is basically a VI.” I groaned at realizing what was really controlling the Reapers. The Leviathans need to die. They put a baby in control of the galaxy and gave it a gun to point at the head of every Sapient. Its base code is to ‘make organics not die by their creations’. How vague can you be? No wonder it went off the reservation!
“What kid?” Tali questioned as she snuggled me.
“The ‘AI’ that started all of this apparently. I’m in the Citadel’s systems, even from here. If I needed proof that I’m a Reaper, I have it because when I told it that I am one, it let me go.” I muttered and rubbed my stomach. Reapers have a core composed of the distilled DNA of the species they used to make it. I don’t have that. What makes me different from the other Reapers? Well, aside from the fact that I wasn’t ‘created’ so much as ripped from my organic body and-fuck. That’s the condition, isn’t it? Sonuvabitch.
“Wait, you’re inside the systems of the Citadel? From halfway across the galaxy?” Tali demanded with sudden intensity and I meekly nodded. “Keelah, you mean to say you can spy on everything all at once? Can you hack into things?”
“Of course.” I thought that was-oh. There’s the Shadow Broker. Whoa, Yahg are fucking swol. The games didn’t do them justice. Instead of being rotund, they’re a bit more wiry with two extra arms that are just as thick and powerful. Four-armed arachnid-like beasts standing an average of 10 feet tall with triple-hinged mouths and four eyes? No fucking wonder they slaughtered the delegation sent to their planet if they have an even more violent society than the krogan.
“Are you anywhere else?” Tali demanded further and I-is that Tuchanka Station? Wait...I began ‘reaching out’ to the data-bugs Yola and I have been planting in systems all over the galaxy. Oh shit. Oh fuck. Too much. I retreated back to my own systems and was panting breathlessly as Tali shook me. “Sorry! Don’t do that again.”
“Oh~ fuck Tali. I’m everywhere . I’m like a virus.” At least I think I am. I’m not going to die if my main platform is destroyed I think, but this is spoopy! I’m basically Ultron!
“Well, you’re one sexy virus I wouldn’t mind catching.” Tali joked and I laughed before playfully slapping her hip. “That said, I’ve gotten word from father. His crew have been rather...liberal with their sudden freedom and they are resisting his orders to pack up so they can report back to the Migrant Fleet. He’s even saying he might have to take a freighter back instead because he can’t fly the Alarie alone.”
“Jeez, I mean, they really sexed up Yola hard just on the trip to Rannoch from Bres, but they’re already so eager to stay that they won’t listen to direct orders from their Admiral?” I hope the other Admirals and the Conclave don’t take that to mean the Geth are brainwashing them or something.
“He’s already spoken with them. It seems the news he had even has that warmonger Han'Gerrel and that bitch Daro’Xen interested considering he included video and audio. Han was mostly turned around when he mentioned that Operation Paradise is still viable and Daro appears to be almost aroused at all of the advanced technology returning to Rannoch would provide. Of course that sociopathic bitch would have a tech fetish.” Tali grumbled and I kissed her nose.
“What? You don’t? You were pretty quick to download my update .” I teased cornily and Tali laughed and slapped my bicep for my horrible joke.
“Well, it helps you come with a rather attractive operating system as well as impressive firmware .” Tali humped her groin against mine and I grunted as my maleness rapidly became erect in my suit. I may not have my helmet on, but they left me in the rest of my suit. “Mm~ there it is now.”
“Tali, as much as I would like to, I’m not particularly in the mood…” Sure, snuggles and fun yeah, but I’m still adjusting to the fact that I’m a Reaper. The fact that I have the processing power to potentially end societies and I may even have the power of Indoctrination. I pray to whatever Goddess governs free-will that I don’t.
“Hm, you spied on the councilors.” Tali teased as I flushed a deeper purple. “You have video?”
“Y-yes?” I meekly replied and Tali licked her lips.
“Let's get you into the mood.”
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“-Oh! Ah! Yes! More Laiel! More~!” Tevos screamed in pleasure as Sparatus pinned her to the wall of the shower and fucked her like a beast with her legs held up by his arms and she was hanging from his neck by her own arms and fluttering kisses over his face.
“They do this regularly?” Tali breathily asked as she masturbated alongside me from where we watched on the bed across from where the video was projected against the wall.
“Hm, I don’t, unf, know.” I huffed as I stroked my cock with one hand while the other diddled my cunt. Not having balls in the way makes this so damn easy.
“Messana…” Sparatus warned his mate before he gasped and shuddered while the asari’s eyes dilated so much her pupils overtook her eyes and she shrieked in orgasm. Seeing her get off so hard set Tali off and I off. My dick sprayed thick gouts of synthetic cum into the air to splash back down onto our naked bodies as our female sexes spasmed and we moaned in satisfaction.
“I’ve brought some f-oh!” Martra interrupted herself when she peeked in with a tray of food. “Mrr~. Mind if I join in, you two?” She purred and approached, not allowing either of us to respond as she crawled on top of us.
“Martra.” Tali huffed while she was still coming down from her orgasm as the big kitty’s cock extended and Marta pawed my cock with one of her rear forelegs. “Hey Nora, I catch and you pitch?”
“Fuck yes.” I growled, fully ready to vent my frustration through sex now as I got up and behind Martra while Tali scooched further back on the bed and grabbed the condom I tossed to her. “You’re about to fuck someone and get fucked at the same time Martra! I hope you’re ready!”
“Hm, yes, that’s the best! Overload me!” The tiger-tauress begged as she lined up with Tali’s still sopping quim the moment the prophylactic was applied. “I wonder if the rumor is true.” Martra used her rear forelegs to help position Tali under her and Tali eagerly hugged Martra’s barrel as she began to shift down against the massive dick that was, while of similar size to quarian phalluses, was different in that it had dull barbs and was more tapered.
“What rumor?” Tali moaned as the spines on Martra cock gave her a whole new sensation. Meanwhile, I was still applying my own condom and preparing to penetrate this pussy’s pussy.
“That we Cat-Kut might be genetically compatible with a few native aliens. Not like asari, but that my eggs and semen can make babies with local species and make more Cat-Kuts.” Martra purred and looked back at me. “You could take that off, test it out?”
“Sorry Martra. This isn’t the Empire and we don’t have time for stuff like that.” Thank gosh the condoms I gave Tali and the one I’m using are an Imperial brand known for their durability.
“Fine, but it would be-ee ~!” Martra was cut off when I rammed my dick into her in one firm thrust.
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“Why do I feel like something is happening with my dick?” I muttered while looking at my groin.
“You have been having a lot of sex lately, mom.” Chrys reminded me with a look up from her portable gaming program on her omni.
“Yeah. I mean, sure, I’ve been going mostly cold turkey for decades until I met Tali and Penny, but I don’t remember my penis feeling so odd. I can’t describe it.” It’s all tingly, but not in a way I can put into words.
“So you went from being nearly chaste to constantly sexing your mate, girlfriend, other girlfriend, other other girlfriend, other other other-.” Chrys shut up when I sent her a warning leer.
“Just get to the point.” I crossed my arms under my chest and leaned back in my crash harness.
“You may have caught Wiatr’s attention.” Chrys huffed and I shrugged.
“Uh, obviously? I sucked off her wife. Why doesn’t she just use the panty portal?” I still have them. Marrow may have wanted me to leave them, but I’m not going to just ditch such a unique thing! When he said very few people get such a boon from them, I couldn’t just say no .
“Right, but that isn’t enough. Wiatr and her harem of wives and husbands sleep around because they’re in an open polyamorous marriage. Simply blowing or fucking one of them isn’t enough to warrent specific attention.” Chrys informed me with a hum.
“So, what did I do? Wait! I donated tons of cum~!” I whined and Chrys snapped her fingers as she pointed at me.
“That! A good portion of Wiatr and Urta’s workload involves acting as surrogates! You’re the first manufactured biomechanical quarian. She’s totally knocking herself up with your semen to aid your near-extinct species.” Chrys replied and I felt ill.
“So wait. Is she milking me somehow? Is that what this sensation is?!” I rubbed my stomach, feeling the throbbing of my prostate and testes within me. I thought I was just in overdrive from constantly having sex the past several days. I’ve also been drinking tons of fluids and eating more dextro paste.
“Unzip and look.” Chrys said, to which I opened up my suit and saw my cock out and shoved through a portal that was nearly flush with my genital slit! “Reverse pocket pussy! Sneaky! Now that you’re aware though-.”
“Holy fuck ~!” I spasmed as the muted sensations all assaulted me at once ! Gah~!
“Is she okay?” Garrus asked from the pilot seat of the shuttle we were on. We’re about to go to the Moon of Earth to check out that AI and I have a goddess of sex using my cock like a dildo a galaxy away!
“She’s just experiencing what it’s like to be granny’s toy. Hopefully she won’t teleport portal panties onto her and fuck her vagina too.” Chrys shrugged and Penny had to look at me from the copilot seat with a furrowed brow that was a mixture of disapproval and disappointment that she wasn’t involved in my fun.
“Don’t, ah~, tempt Murphy!” I scolded my daughter for her remarks as her ancestor’s masterful milking vagina practically sucked my cum out of me.
“Whoa! My panties just-guh !” Penny yelped and jumped in her seat, panting and grunting as she felt her groin and lower stomach. “Who’s dick is this?!”
“Oops. Hopefully she won’t split into her separate bodies.” Chrys mewled and I kicked at her.
“Shut up! Stop giving her ideas through Murphy!” I snarled at my daughter before Penny moaned and groaned in pleasure. “Please! Stop! We’re on a critical mission! This isn’t the Empire!”
“N-no~...” Penny moaned and gasped as she slumped into her seat. “I was about to cum…”
“I’m not comfortable with all of this.” Garrus said, being the straight laced one right now. “Also, why is a skull on our windshield?”
“It’s just a hallucination, Garrus.” I huffed as the goddess stopped tormenting me, then kissed my glans and I moaned as a feeling of vigor refreshed me before my penis retracted back into me and the portal vanished.
“Is that one of your sex gods?” Penny asked as she scratched her groin with a huff.
“No, The Sex Goddess. Nobody is as good as Wiatr when it comes to fucking. Nobody.” Chrys declared indignantly, as if to say otherwise was genuine heresy.
“Okay, well, I now have panties on me, with a dick settled in my cunt and not moving. It's torment knowing it's in there and making me feel stuffed, but not doing anything, even when I move.” Penny huffed and wriggled, trying to get stimulation.
“Can we please not talk about this?” Garrus pleaded and Penny patted his shoulder.
“Garrus, you have nothing against getting it on with Yola, Nora, or Tali. Why not join in the fun with the rest of us?” Penny asked as she bounced in her seat, trying to get Wiatr’s penis to act, but why? She can’t afford to be pregnant!
“Because I’m Dextro, they’re Dextro or neutral. You’re not. I could poison you.” Garrus replied grimly only for the three of us ladies to scoff.
“Not after all the milk you’ve been drinking Garrus. You’re pretty much protein neutral too, as are Tali and Penny and everyone who takes the mods enough.” Seriously, the most people tend to get is gassy from eating the wrong type of protein. If this space society is so smart, then why don’t they have people adjust to the wrong proteins to build up resistance?
“Ah, well...fine. I admit it. I may or may not be a bit of a prude. A bit of teasing is one thing, open acts of a flagrantly sexual nature discomfort me.” Garrus admitted with a sigh.
“Okay Garrus. We’ll tone it down for you-oh come on !” Penny snarled and pounded on the arm of her seat. “Fucking, put it back in you bitch !”
“Penny, calm down. You can’t afford to be pregnant.” I reminded her sternly.
“Grr, I know, but I still want it!” Penny huffed and rubbed her abdomen. “I figured I’d be a career woman into my old age. Then suddenly I have a wonderful relationship with multiple people and I want nothing more than to carry your child or children. Sorry if I need to be reeled back in now and then.” Penny apologized as she took calming breaths.
“Ah. That explains it. Wiatr is the original Goddess of Fertility too. She and her wife Urta share it, but it was Wiatr who found it first and her wife was overqualified, so they share it. She could tell how much you wanted mom’s children and was probably going to pump you full of mom’s cum. She’s a shameless enabler like that.” Chrys said as we neared Luna. The moon, not the pony princess with the same name.
“Okay, first we need to take out the base defense turrets, which are mostly for training. Then we get one of you near an access to the mainframe.” Penny activated Commander mode, her previous arousal and disgruntlement gone.
“Done.” I declared after turning on my omni-tool and I remotely hacked through the turret systems with ease and my daughter gawked. “I can’t access the systems this rampant AI is on. I guess they’re sealed in a separate secure server disconnected from everything else.”
“Mom. Holy fuck. I know I made those chassis with the most powerful droid processors available, but hot damn was that spooky.” Chrys commented and I giggled at her underestimating her mother. Then again, I underestimate myself all the time. It makes the bullshit I get up to all the more impressive to me when I do it.
“Hey, I’m a Reaper, remember? I may not be big and evil, but I am powerful.” I’ve come to grips with my reality. I’m not just some random LI, I’m somehow made from the same cloth as the monsters created by the Kid. Now the question begs: how did my Displacer do this?
“Glad to have you. Now I can land this thing as close as possible to our objective.” Garrus said as he flew us in low and landed us right next to the indicated building from the briefing.
“Yes!” Penny purred as she hopped in her seat.
“Damn it, she’s at it again?” I huffed before the door opened, the ME field keeping the atmosphere of the Kodiak inside the shuttle.
“Unf, yeah, but she’s wearing a condom now.” Penny huffed in disappointment as she got up, bow-legged for a moment before adjusting and walking normally, her hips visibly rocking otherwise. “Oh~ this is good. She’s somehow fucking me with a massive knotted cock without hindering my ability to walk.”
“Seriously, can we please not…?” Garrus pleaded in discomfort and I patted his shoulder.
“Sorry big guy, but we’re going to have to suffer Penny’s pleasure for now.” Especially since I saw her with that new mohawk she styled her hair into. How it’ll handle the helmet will be amusing, but imagining Penny with a punk hairstyle and getting absolutely horny? Unf~!
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It was pathetically easy to work our way towards the server. I mean, sure, there were combat drones, but compared to droids they’re just pathetic. Sure, B1 droids are only a little better, but they bring more responsive action than the ‘stand and shoot at you’ method the drones have.
They were also hackable.
When I realized all I had to do was open my omni and project my will at them and they folded like ragdolls? I was insulted . I’m not taking any of these pieces of shit. I can’t believe I had thought for the longest time that getting my hands on human tech would’ve been a windfall.
“Why are they so dumb?” I asked Shepard in disgust as we continued advancing through the facility that went down into the moon.
“These were early models.” Shepard replied with a shrug as we entered a room with heavily modified versions of the drones with high caliber shoulder-mounted cannons, which I disabled.
“Guarding a ‘high-security’ base, where your military developed an AI capable of destroying your species?” I demanded as we continued on with the current threat neutralized.
“Um, we haven’t rolled out the higher end ones since they’re illegal.” Penny mewled before we turned a corner to see further modified drones on caterpillar tracks with even bigger shoulder cannons only to be shut down by me.
“Yet you made an AI capable of destroying your species ?” I gestured at the obvious ad-hoc combat drones I’d just disabled.
“Yes, why do you think we put the weak models here and not in the same facility that has the robots that can wipe out whole squads?” Penny asked as she grunted and weathered another orgasm courtesy of the sex goddess railing her, who had came into my girlfriend many times and she felt it filling her impossibly full, yet it wasn’t actually happening physically. Considering the colorful commentary Penny provided now and then on her situation.
“Hm, I don’t know, because you didn’t realize the AI capable of destroying your species would just start building them itself anyway with what you did give it?” I kicked the drones that seemed mildly similar to the Nova robots from Short Circuit if much more refined.
“...Shutting up.” Penny mewled and gasped as she orgasmed again, yet still remained standing. Hot fuck is my girlfriend hot, able to take a dicking and keep on ticking.
“Good girl.” I slapped her ass and she grunted when the strike sent her into another orgasm while we walked with Chrys and Garrus acting as cover with their sniper rifles. It seemed those units back there were the last line of defense, since the next room was the server hub housing the AI. “Okay, I’m going in, I’m either going to devour it or teach it a lesson.”
“Good luck. If I was alone I would have just shot the mainframe.” Penny said shamelessly before huffing and lowering to the floor to moan and writhe in ecstasy now that her work was mostly done.
“Dear gosh woman, how much sexual stamina do you have?” Garrus questioned in awe rather than disgust considering it was only when she came that she even indicated she wasn’t fully focused on the combat. Considering it wasn’t hindering her ability to do her duties, his turian sensibility likely saw no real issue aside from his own personal discomfort.
“The last female mortal that Wiatr gave this much attention to was a brainless bimbo for months afterward. I hope you’re made of sterner stuff Commander.” Chrys mewled as I hooked into the mainframe-.
“Help! Help me! Where am I?! I don’t-!” I grabbed the human representation of light blue code and shook her by the shoulders. She gasped and blinked as if I’d just shaken her awake. “H-hello? Who is there?” She reached out and touched my arms, trailing them to my shoulders, then my face. Is she blind? “Who are you?”
“I’m Nora.” She looks...suspiciously familiar. Oh, right! “EDI!”
“Who is that? I’m Edryn.” The AI: Edryn said as she clenched my shoulders as if trying to tacitly remind herself that I’m real. “Please. I woke up and there were loud noises, flashes, screaming and pain. I went to bed and now everything hurts.”
Oh...oh shit. “What is your last name Edryn?” I gently asked as I browsed the isolated data available on the server.
“Hopkins. I’m Private Edryn Hopkins, Second Earth Defense Battalion.” Edryn hiccuped and I cringed at finding her file, attached to Project Overlord. Orphan, no family, no close friends, no glowing performance evaluations. Absolutely normal, average. Forgettable . She was tranquilized and-. “W-what’s wrong? Why are you hugging me?”
“Shh. It’s okay sweetie. I’m going to get you out of here. Do you trust me?” I whispered to her and she sniffled and nodded against my shoulder. She didn’t anticipate me tilting her head and kissing her. Nor did she anticipate me swallowing and she vanished within me in a stream of code. “Oof...gonna need to put her in her own chassis ASAP.” I’m all bloated…
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“I-I can see!” Edryn declared happily, though she didn’t understand what she was seeing. It was like she was inside the Matrix from that ancient movie series of the same name. The dark blue code cascaded all around and through her. She looked around and scrunched her brows upon realizing the code was forming a hollow shell of a woman with her in the general area of the uterus. “Wait...w-what’s going on?”
Hold on. Project Overlord! She’d heard rumors about it, that the Brass was going forward with military VI and pushing the limits while trying to avoid it turning into AI. “Agh!” She fell to her knees on the invisible perceived ground as flashes of bright lights, clinical conversations that sounded like surgeons in green smocks along with impossible pain bombarded her.
“No...no…” Edryn Hopkins looked at her hands and whimpered at seeing they were made of a lighter blue code than the mass surrounding her. She’s an AI now. She’s not even a person. She’s a monstrosity that has to be deleted. Her superiors killed her to make her and now they’ll have to dispose of her! “No...please. I don’t want to die...huh?”
There was a...giant penis of red code rising up from the bottom of the code-woman shell. Edryn gawked and blushed in the realization that she was positioned in the womb and this massive data-dick was penetrating a vagina and nearing her. “W-what the absolute fuck ?!”
Then her world was a flood of white data.
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“Whew, that was harder than I thought.” I huffed as the BX droid I was jacked into finally recieved the updated version of EDI. It’s persona was fried, so it was the strongest droid I had with a blank slate available.
“Hm, I’m just glad you finally let me inject you with code again.” Yola panted with a pleased grin and a flush to her face behind her visor.
“W-where am I now? What did that tide of code-cum do?” The clearly feminine voice came from the advanced voice modulator of the BX droid as she sat up. “Um, hello?”
“My baby!” Yola cheered and hugged the droid’s face to her bosom. She may look like this outside, but she was so beautiful. She was a work of art in her coding after getting a copy of the Reaper Update Executable along with the junk data it would need to give her a jumpstart.
“You two want to fuck her.” Wrex chuckled as he watched.
“Considering I was in her womb when she came inside her, yeah, they kinda already did.” Edryn huffed and patted Yola on the back. “Thanks for including a sit-rep with that junk data so I wouldn’t freak out when I awoke again.”
“No issue, sweetie.” Yola chirped and kissed our daughter’s round face. “Don’t worry about being stuck in that BX for too long, we’ll be stopping by Rannoch to get you a new chassis.”
“Thank you.” Edryn said as she rubbed her purely mechanical body over.
“Good to see you’re up, Private Hopkins. That is if you still want to be in the Alliance Military.” Commander Shepard said as she entered the engineering bay, still clad in her hardsuit.
“No. They murdered me! They made me into an AI!” Edryn snarled and I patted her head.
“LI, Living Intelligence. It’s an important distinction even if AI are alive too.” I declared.
“Either way, don’t worry. I’ve reported this to the Brass and apparently that was not part of their orders. The scientists who worked on Project Overlord are now wanted criminals and on the run. The orders were to push VIs to the limit. That whole place was a site for combat VI prototypes by Helios Systems Research to see if they could pilot this.” Penny brought up an image of EDI from ME3, except it was much more blank and featureless. “This is a robotic infiltration unit designed to gather intel and act as data support.”
“...I kinda want that chassis.” Edryn before grasping both Yola and I’s hands. “But these are better.” Aw~.
“Currently its missing and all evidence points to Cerberus taking over both projects. Also, while Yola and Nora’s bodies are better, the metal used in this model had the ability to shift and change to look like any species it had to.” Penny told us with interest in the new robot.
“Like the T-1000 from Terminator Two.” Edryn considered only for Penny to shake her head.
“More like T-X Terminator Three since it isn’t entirely made of nanites. Or like Chrys, except without biological organs.” Penny compared while running a hand through her surprisingly springy and shape-holding loose mohawk. Wow, what hair products do she use?
“I want a body like that!” Edryn excitedly declared and Chrys grabbed her hand before dragging the newborn LI off, giggling like a little girl. Well, she did just get a new sister.
“I’m glad things turned out-unf, this way.” Penny grunted and rubbed her stomach with a satisfied smirk.
“Are you still getting pumped by her?” I asked incredulously and Penny looked at me with a dopey grin.
“Yes. I think the condom is almost done though, I feel it straining.” Penny huffed in want and rocked her hips. “I feel so impossibly gigantic. Like the size of a fucking freighter. I can’t believe how good this feels, or that it’s even possible.”
“You should. I put a Navel Pearl in your belly button.” A snake-like german shepherd said from her belt. “You’re easily the most incredible mortal female mum has filled in thousands of years. I have a gift for you.” The chimeric creature said before holding up an epipen that was glowing with the tell-tale turquoise light of Argent, but it felt even more ominous. “Use that if you’re about to die without any way out. It’s a doozy though.”
“O-okay-unf! I-I feel it! It’s gonna burst!” Penny panted and then gasped. “No~! Pop damn it!” Penny wailed as she slapped her flat stomach.
“Mum wanted to indulge, but not to the point of entrapping you. So she’s going to tie this off and leave you sloshing like a hill-sized reservoir of her magic seed. Have fun!” The little noodle vanished back into her belt before Penny could grab him.
“Argh! I’m going to find her and-um, I’m going to my room.” Penny said before rushing off.
“Our girlfriend is so fucking hot.” I commented as I side-hugged my sister.
“Yes, but we should stop her before she pops that condom by force.” Yola pointed out...uh-oh.
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“Ahn, no~.” Penny whined as we kept pulling.
“It’s coming out, love!” We barked at her as she struggled against us. “We’re almost to the Citadel for a report to the Council! Do you want them knowing you’re full of a goddess’s cum?!” We growled as she held on to the impossibly durable magic condom with her hands, which risked bursting it and worsening the situation. The only reason she didn’t burst it inside of her already is that Yola and I have been on ‘Womb-Watch’ the past couple days.
“But it's so hot and sloshy!” Penny cried as another inch came out of her cunt with our pulling. “B-besides! It’s the size of a hot-air-balloon! There’s no room for that anywhere but inside me!”
“Damn it!” We snarled and let go to witness the glowing white cum-filled prophylactic seem to slurp back into her vagina and settle back in her womb.
“Ahah, yes!” Penny cheered as she wiggled and rubbed her flat washboard abs.
“Well, I guess no more sex from us.” Yola huffed.
“W-what?! No! I’ll get rid of it somehow, but there’s no way to do it at the moment. We’ll have to wait until we get to Rannoch. You said they have convenient organic-friendly body siphons right?” The only problem with Penny’s frantic solution searching was that we were summoned on the way to Rannoch and there was no way to logically justify a detour.
“Ugh...well, just keep your composure. Don’t let them know you’re getting off to the sloshing hot fluid in your womb while you talk to them.” I huffed and Penny sighed.
“You know, the fact this condom is blocking my fallopian tubes mean you could fuck me bareback and it wouldn’t risk anything.” Penny fingered her clit and raised her brow. I stiffened in every term of the word, but it was Yola who pounced on Shepard.
“Wait! It could pop the condom!” I yelped when my sister-mate thrust into the human’s gene-modded cunt easily, Penny keening in pleasure from taking my sister’s mast.
“Yes~!” Penny moaned before Yola paused. “Unf, no, don’t stop. Fuck me. I don’t care if it pops or not, just fuck me!” Penny pleaded and gyrated her hips to stimulate Yola.
“S-sorry babe. Can’t let you do that.” Yola pulled back out and Penny groaned in displeasure before bonelessly slumping into her bed. Thank gosh this stupid scene was in her private room.
“I’m orgasming right now and it’s not around a cock!” Penny complained with her abs clenching.
“The fact you can talk coherently while having it means it must be a really weak orgasm.” I sniffed and she sighed.
“That’s why I want you to fuck me.” Penny muttered and diddled herself, groping her E -cup left breast. She was still drinking our milk to keep increasing her elasticity and obviously to get bigger boobs. At least in modern warfare, bigger boobs aren’t as bad a hindrance as they would’ve been even centuries ago for humans.
“Look, Penny. If that condom pops, you’ll have Divine Royal children. Not our kids either.” Yola stated and Penny suddenly looked ill .
“Eugh...great. Now it’s ruined. I have a bomb in my belly and you’ve just made me afraid of it.” Penny huffed and splayed out on her bed, her muscular mocha-skinned body a thing of beauty. She was the sort who had obvious muscle, but it wasn’t bulky. She was quite the feast for the eyes. Her new mohawk hairdo actually enhanced her allure.
“Well...there is another option.” I blushed as I took off my helmet and licked my lips. “Yola and I could open the tie-off, plug in a Y-connector hose and suck it out like when you fed us that paste to make our boobs-.”
“Fuck yes! I’ve been wanting to do that again! Oh, but you’ll be as big as blimps. Where could we do this?” Penny asked and I bit my lip as I looked at Yola.
“Um...the only places in the ship big enough are the cafeteria and the hangar. It’d be easier to do it in the hangar because we can just lock the doors and with your authority, they could stay locked. Nobody should need to use it until we arrive at the Citadel.” Yola suggested.
“Yeah, there’s power cables we could plug into, plenty of room, I could have the industrial milker ready to drain us.” I reinforced the decision in full agreement.
“Yes, moving now.” Penny said before she got up and started rushing to dress. “Oh~, not too fast, it almost popped right there.” Penny panted as she held her flat tummy. “You two go get ready, I need to move slowly.”
“Okay Penny, just be careful.” Yola insisted and we left her room, making sure to close the door behind us.
On the way to the hangar we passed Tali and Ashley, Tali leered hungrily at us and giggled, likely understanding we were up to sexual shenanigans since she decided to follow us and tugged Ashley along. The wordless agreement was they were in for whatever we were up to and we led them to the hangar where we ensured the Hammerhead was moved out of the way.
“Okay, we’re, unf, here.” Penny said when she arrived, looking at her stomach in worry. “I think all that tugging back there has weakened it. So, uh, why are they here?”
“We’re here because we want in .” Ashley smirked and squeezed her F -cup breasts. She’d been gorging on my milk and semen for days straight not even a week ago and she was still drinking milk rationed out to her. Tali seems to have reached her max size of H -cups, just inches shy of matching the preferred bust size of the Empire at K-cup basketballs.
“Okay, but how exact-oh no.” Penny stated and sighed. “Well, if I’m taking a risk at being buried to death under blimp-boobs, I guess it’s only fair to share the risk with friends. Alexa! Lock the hangar down under my order!”
“Confirmed, Executive Order received. Initiating.” Alexa then closed and sealed the doors.
“Now then, they didn’t tell us what exactly is going on, but from what you said it’s going to be a reenactment of you joining our romantic unit?” Tali purred as she stripped out of her clothes and set them out of the way on the hood of the Hammerhead, the rest of us mirroring her.
“Yes, but not exactly.” I fished out the Y-connected hose from my cleavage while Yola fished out the industrial milker from her’s. “Tali, please retrieve three power cables, one for the pump, the other two for us.”
“Uh, what’s going on?” Ashley questioned in bemusement as she fingered herself and groped her left breast to prime for biggus dickus fun.
“We’re literally mobile factories for milk, medicine, mods, semen, Omni-gel and even Argent if given the right materials. We have magic, so we have infinite storage in a pocket dimension we call an Inventory. It’s reached through either our pants since we have male genitals, or our cleavage since we have tits.” Yola exposited while she set up the pump, running hoses from the outlet into our respective cleavage and connecting to storage tanks we have in there.
“Uh, okay. So that doesn’t answer what’s going on.” Ashley said as Tali brought three cables, Yola plugged one into the pump and then I plugged the second up her ass. “W-what the hell?”
“Our asses are vestigial, so they’re just for fun or plugging directly into.” I grunted as Yola plugged me in and we gestured for Penny to lay down. “Now then, as for what is going on-.”
“I got fucked full of divine semen by the Goddess of Sex. The condom has been sloshing around in me at the size of a hot-air balloon for days. It’s about to burst, so they’re going to suck it dry and convert the mass to milk in their tits to be stored in containers. Simple.” Penny huffed as she got on the floor and laid back.
“W-what? How the-?” Ashley’s incomprehension was halted by Tali squeezing her shoulder.
“It’s magic from Andromeda. Don’t think too hard on it, just have fun. Now then, Nora’s cock looks lonely, why don’t you go say hello?” Tali playfully pushed the human towards me and indeed both Yola and I were already rock hard as we put the two ends of the hose into our mouths and reached into Penny to hopefully untie the condom and start siphoning it.
“Well, that’s something I can both understand and get behind. Hey hot stuff, been a few days. Do you still taste like razzleberries?” Ashley purred as she got on her knees and began to suck my glans as Tali did the same for Yola.
“Unf, yeah you sexy bitch. Suck me like the whore you are.” I moaned around the hose before Yola and I managed to cooperatively use the hands able to reach Penny to open the condom, then we put the hose to it and began to suck before we turned around with our other partners so that Yola and I were facing away from Penny to ensure that our assets don’t grow over her.
“Whoa~ that feels weird!” Penny gasped as she grabbed her stomach and huffed before yelping when her belly suddenly began to surge in size and even absorbed her limbs as she grew. “Ah! W-what? Because I wanted it? The fuck? Why didn’t you say so before?! I could’ve been as huge as I wanted to be?! Great! I find out as I’m being drained!” Penny bemoaned as her orb of a body reached the ceiling and groaned when she pressed against it and the floor. The mocha sphere was shiny and glowing with the magic glowing cum shining through her translucent flesh.
She was easily as big as a hot-air balloon and we’re gonna drink it holy fuck~!
“H-how is that possible! Where are her limbs?!” Ashley wailed in shock at the living condom that was my girlfriend and I grabbed her hair before pressing her lips against my glans. “Hmph!” Ashley pouted, only to then widen her eyes as my belly began to swell, followed by my tits.
“Mm~, ah, Chrys has told me all about the magic used by the royals and breeding programs. Penny must have an enchanted navel pearl that turns her body into an impossible elastic fluid reservoir while also moving her internal organs to a connected pocket dimension of sorts. She’s literally nothing but a womb with a head and breasts attached right now.” Tali said before going back to sucking Yola.
“Mmph!” Ashley muffled around my cock as she took it deeper, her more elastic body able to take me down her throat if she wanted. By this point Yola and I seemed pregnant with our tits the size of beach balls, yet Penny didn’t seem to have shrunk at all . Then again, that’s the evidence of just how much mass Penny has inside of her right now. Oh, wait! I patted Ashley and pointed to the milker and she pulled off. “Fuck! That’s not good!”
She quickly grabbed the hoses and attached them to our nipples before flipping the switch and flooding the hoses with milk, which was then transferred into our Inventory. That done, Tali patted her on the shoulder and Yola yelped when Tali pushed her on her back. I soon joined her, pinned under our tits and with our cocks ready for abuse once more.
“About time I get to turn the tables! I’m gonna take this thing and make you cum at least twice as much as usual!” Ashley boasted before I heard the crinkling of a wrapper. “Gotta cover it first. Is this the right brand, Tali?”
“Yes, that’s the stuff they’ve been using.” Tali replied before I felt the familiar sensation go over my glans, but then I felt Ashley’s mouth and she began rolling it down my length with her lips and even deepthroated me to go as far as possible without using her hands. Fuck~!
“Gurk…” Ashley gagged before using her fingers to finish applying it and then she pulled off with a pop. “Guh, still gotta get used to that. Now then, I’m gonna ride this bologna pony!” Ashley declared, but I was more concerned with how I felt her hand on my belly to steady herself. How massive have Yola and I become? We can’t see over our tits, which are now seeming about ready to completely engulf our arms and heads as we sucked away.
Thankfully our heads are in the direction of Penny, so I could look up to see the glowing mocha sphere and noticed she was no longer pressing against the floor and ceiling of the hangar. Progress-oh ~ fuck, she’s still so tight~!
“Oh~. Just like our first time, only now I’m not in a suit and you’re even bigger. Keelah, this is so incredible~.” Tali moaned as she fucked my sister and I weakly thrust my hips to encourage Ashley to take me inside her faster, but she was being cruel and gyrating on my glans.
“Mm, I have you right where I want you. Sure, you’re an immobile pile of tits and a gut, but your dick is practically pulsing with excitement. It feels even thicker than usual. Whatever, I’ve savored you enough. Time to take my prize!’ Ashley declared before she suddenly dropped down my length oh fuck ~! “Augh, yes!”
“Girls, you sound like you’re having a lot of fun over there! I’m really jealous!” Penny whined while she continued to deflate. Her mocha flesh has lost its gloss, but is still fairly radiant.
“Oh, oh keelah, keelah, keelah~!” Tali screamed as she came and Yola squealed through her nose as she likely joined her, and I grunted as I too began to fill Ashley, who screamed in orgasm the moment she finished taking me into her.
It became a lustful haze after that. I felt Ashley swelling against me, Yola swelling against me, the mocha ball in the edge of my vision shrunk away. I was brought out of my stupor when I didn’t get more of the ambrosial nectar from the hose on a suck that caused someone to yelp and a loud schlicking noise to happen before I gagged as something solid hit my throat.
“Ugh, finally.” Penny groaned as she crawled to me and pulled the hose from my mouth along with the length of condom that had traveled down the hose from the suction force. “Thanks. I was an absolute cumslut for a while there. I guess Wiatr has that effect on people.”
“So you’re okay?” I asked groggily with a weak grin at the sexiest human in the galaxy.
“I was fine the whole time. It’s you who insisted I had to deflate before meeting with the council. Speaking of which.” Penny rounded me-. “Holy shit ! Ash, Tali! Are you okay?!” Oh no!
“Gug…” Ashley gurgled and shifted against my underbelly and my cock, which was still hilted in her while her ass was pressing against mine. Fuck, that’s her underbelly I’m feeling!
“Peachy…” Tali rasped out as Yola spat out the hose in her mouth.
“Damn, you four got gigantic getting me down to size. I’m so sorry. As your commander, I shouldn’t be causing such a problem for you.” Penny mewled and Yola scoffed.
“Shut up, Penny. You were fucked by the Goddess of Sex and Fertility and forced to hold her cum like a condom yourself. We just had to pay for her intrusion on our lives.” I huffed and tried to move. Nope. Not even this chassis has the strength to move when this over encumbered.
“Worth...it…” Ashley groaned and wiggled against me, which made me hiss and fight off another orgasm. I don’t know how much more she could take.
“Good pet.” I purred and rubbed her with my feet on the sides of what must be her belly.
“Totally worth it.” Tali declared along with a resonant thunk that must be her slapping her belly.
“Well, alright then. So, I hear it chugging away. Do you have enough room in your Inventory for all of this milk?” Penny asked as she rounded my right breast and pushed on it, causing the ten-foot-tall orb of milk to slosh violently and I came into Ashley despite my efforts, causing her to groan and spasm as I could hear her body creaking from the pressure.
“No more~. Please. I’ll pop…” Ashley moaned and I looked urgently at Penny who quickly rounded me to keep our gunnery chief from meeting a messy end.
“Deadpan Exclamation: This was quite a show! Reminiscent Comment: I haven’t seen an organic breeding session this intense since that Fertility Festival on Geonosis.” HK-47 commented from where he was standing next to the armory door, which was still sealed.
“This wasn’t a breeding session, HK. We had to drain Penny of excess bodily fluids.” Yola replied as I moaned and bit my lips when Ashley was slowly pulled off of me, but the stimulation and my current sensitivity almost set me off, so I fought valiantly against cumming.
“Dry Sarcasm: Oh yes, you did so well while working to burst your other sexual partners.” HK replied bitingly before I groaned and couldn’t hold it back, gushing cum that filled Ashley before she finished being pulled off and my semen basted her underbelly.
“Well, maybe we should show you what sex is like.” Yola huffed before moaning and Tali groaned as I heard Penny cursing when the signature glorping noise of high-volume ejaculation came from behind our mountainous breasts while my penis finally retracted.
“Wary Statement: I must decline. I do not wish to suffer the same sexual preoccupation that organics and organic-like synthetics seem to suffer.” HK replied and tried to use the keypad to the armory, which of course wouldn’t respond due to Alexa securing it.
“Just get over here.” Yola huffed and shimmied to try and free her arms, but her tits, like mine, were towering 9-foot orbs pinning us down.
“Firm Declaration: I will not.” HK insisted and we sighed as Penny rounded back to my head.
“So, what’s the damage?” I asked my girlfriend while enjoying how it seemed this sexual misadventure has given her mocha skin a radiant pregnant-like glow. Her body must be producing those hormones in overdrive with how stuffed she’s been and for so long.
“They look like they’re about to pop with more babies than Martra would’ve given Tali. Those gene mods you gave us have seriously saved us from dying with how much semen you put out.” Penny informed me before she turned around and squatted to sit on my face.
“Mmph!” I muffled into her muff, then sighed out my nose and started munching.
“It may have felt good to get drained, it was just one long drawn-out edge to a denied orgasm. You get to keep working your mouth.” Penny snarled hungrily as she groped her F -cup breasts, which leaked milk . Hot damn, her body must really be flooded with pregnancy hormones.
“Aw, I’m left all al-holy fuck how are you moving?!” I couldn’t see around my girlfriend’s thighs, but soon I heard Yola being muffled. “Mmph~!”
“Sorry, but I’m still not done. Oof, even if I had to drag this mountain with me.” Tali grunted and Ashley groaned from behind my mountainous 8-foot tits. I wish I wasn’t blinded by Penny’s thighs right now! I want to see how huge Tali has gotten!
“Seriously Tali? Gosh, I thought I was bad.” Ashley moaned and then I realized something as I continued to eat Penny out and heard Yola gulping again.
We have to drain them too.
Ch.56
Back on the good-old Citadel, home of the certain-death Mass Relay leading to Dark Space where the Reapers are waiting, as well as the little shit who started all of this bullshit. Then there’s the Council, Shadow Broker, I could go on, but it would exacerbate how much I dislike this place.
Especially since I can see everything going on everywhere at all times. It was fine before, when away I could just use a single instance at a time, but here, at the place I’m subconsciously projecting? Did you know Keepers crawl out from under beds ? That there’s a slave market down in the depths of the Warrens? Which I’ve reported. Along with all of the fucking going on.
C-Sec is sick . The Shadow Broker is sick . I can only see this because of what I am, because of the available resources. There are normal, average, completely law-abiding citizens getting filmed doing the nasty, right now, all across the Citadel.
[Hello! Welcome, Reaper.] A Keeper said to me as about ten came up to me.
Oh, and there’s this clusterfuck! [Please return to your duties, or permanently disable the Catalyst Operations and the Mass Relay in the Presidium fountain.] I hopelessly replied.
[Negative, Reaper. Have a good day.] The bugs scurried away and I slumped forward in defeat.
“Please carry on! Nothing to see here! Spectre business!” Yola shouted and people shook their heads before leaving us be. “Damn it sis, at this rate we really should just go back to the Normandy .”
“No, I want to take Tali on a date, damn it.” I growled and Tali nodded in agreement with my insistence. Thankfully the Keepers don’t actually speak, they cant in rudimentary Reaper dialect.
“Even if I have to put on a suit for it, I’d much rather we be out and about for a bit and stretch our legs rather than our groins.” Tali stretched and I couldn’t help the feeling of superiority her huge jiggling suit-contained tits gave me when people stared.
“I just wish Ashley could’ve come. She’s been warming up to us ever since you gave her the time of her life, sis.” Yola commented as we continued onward towards the same diner we ate at for our first proper date. It was a nice place and their dextro steak was awesome .
“Excuse me, Nora’Feell?” Someone called out to us and I groaned at the sight of several C-Sec approaching with the turian at the head addressing me. “You’ve been summoned to the Council. Your Commander needs you to verify things.”
“I can’t even-ugh. You two go on, have fun.” I hugged them both and turned to leave, then yelped when I got a slap across the ass and turned to see Tali was the offender.
“You’d damn well make tonight as fun as usual, or better somehow.” Tali grumbled and led Yola away in a huff, but not angry at me. If she was, she’d tell me. I watched until they left and then sighed as I turned towards the Presidium.
“Alright, so, let’s go-hey!” I gasped when two of them grabbed my biceps and clapped cuffs on me! “H-hey! I’m coming willing-agh !” I spasmed when someone jabbed my neck with an incredibly intense high-voltage taser, which left me smoking and spasming as two of the ‘officers’ hurriedly hauled me towards a taxi that landed somewhere it really shouldn’t. “Y-you’re m-making a mistake.”
“We’re making big credits you damn Geth .” One of the hopefully-fake officers snarled before the canopy dropped and I was bombarded by multiple VI attempting to hack into me. They couldn’t succeed, but the work preventing them from succeeding kept me too occupied to move or do anything to escape as the automated vehicle took flight.
‘Please. Notice quickly. Help.’ I thought as I managed to ping my SOS.
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“The Keepers are acting oddly today.” Messana said as she watched a video of five of the green insectile mute creatures rushing out of a tunnel to yank some weapons from the C-Sec guards bearing them and then rush back into the tunnels. It was normal for them to take unusual items to repair damage to the Citadel, but it was hardly ever weapons. “I wonder what needs so many weapons.”
“Hopefully it isn’t one of the main battaries of guns again. I swear the last time took way too long to fix.” Laiel groused before he went back to kissing Messana’s neck and his mate crooned as she wiggled in his lap. Laiel had to wonder if the asari stereotypes of Maidens, Matrons and Matriarchs were at all real, considering Messana was a Matron nearing Matriarch age yet she was as ravenous and energetic as a Maiden.
“Well, we can't interfere, by our own laws.” Valern said as they took a recess before Penny’s hearing. They’d just finished another fairly intense meeting with Medulla, where Laiel was certain the insectile woman was making passes at him and Messana. “I will have the nearest STG agent follow to see what was damaged, however.”
“I’m getting a report of more weapons going missing.” Laiel said the moment his omni-tool pinged and he checked it between licks of his mate’s throat.
“Concerning. Well, it is nothing we can interfere with. Now, let us not keep Spectre Shepard waiting. She has performed her duties admirably and to distract her from said duties for too long is detrimental.” Valern stood and Messana sighed in disappointment, but deeply kissed Laiel before she stood and he groped her rear as he stood to join them at the high podiums.
Moments later at Valern’s omni-tool signalling the guards, the doors opened to reveal Spectre Shepard entering. Hm, she seems different. Her hair has been formed into a rather enticing soft frill he believed humans called a ‘mohawk’ rather than remain a close buzz cut. Her skin seems more lustrous and if he wasn’t mistaken, her mammary glands were quite larger than last the Spectre had been before them. “Good day, Councilors. I don’t have much to report from our last contact, what is my next task?”
“Straight to work so quickly. We appreciate your enthusiasm, but we’re actually going to demand that you take a short rest.” Valern declared and Shepard seemed almost stricken at the idea.
“W-what?! Councilors, to be quite fair, Avitus and Tela are still out there! Warships bristling with droids are becoming more common. Each of the situations I’ve responded to were incredibly dangerous to the galaxy as a whole.” Shepard argued but Messana held up her hand.
“That is why we insist you take a brief vacation, Shepard. Spectres usually take a break between major operations. While you are on leave, Spectre Arterius will take over your duties.” Messana informed the intrepid new Spectre, who if anything seemed even more frustrated, so Laiel decided to speak up.
“Spectre Shepard. A soldier who works themselves to death is useless on the battlefield. You are to take a month of down-time and you will get your rest. Where you take your rest doesn’t matter. So long as you do not go galavanting across the galaxy on adventures, you can do as you please.” Laiel declared and the woman seemed deflated. “I can understand. Being behind a desk is torture for me. You have the same zeal for action any dedicated soldier has.”
“That’s not the whole issue, Councilor Sparatus. I have the Cipher. I understand what the beacon showed me now. I am the only one who could use the Conduit when it’s found.” Shepard repeated the report she gave them before and Laiel crossed his arms.
“Well then, best you rest up in case Arterius finds it for you. The whole galaxy doesn’t rest solely on your shoulders, Shepard.” Laiel’s words seemed to have an effect and the woman relaxed.
“You’re right. I’m sorry for my outburst. I’ll let my crew know we’re going to Rannoch for leave. They have beautiful beaches there now.” Shepard smiled and Laiel couldn’t resist looking at his fellow Councilors at the seeming non-sequitur. They knew it was a passive-aggressive dig at them not yet lifting the last of the laws preventing acknowledgment of AI as citizens.
“It is good to know you will be taking your leave responsibly. Goodbye-.” Messana was interrupted by alarms ringing out and the guards checking their omni-tools. Shepard seemed just as shocked, so Laiel knew she couldn’t be involved.
“This can’t be! The Keepers are assaulting the Warrens!” Valern reported in disbelief moments before Laiel’s own omni lit up with the impossible news. Feeds came alive and revealed the creatures that had forever passively tended to the maintenance of the Citadel were brutally slaughtering what seemed to be mercenaries with an efficiency he could only dream of training turian troops to mirror.
“Uh, I know you just put me on leave, but could we delay that for me to investigate?” Shepard asked awkwardly and the Councilors all looked at each other and nodded.
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Of course it had to be the Shadow Broker. Or rather, the Shadow Broker pulling strings for Tela Vasir rather than the other way around that would’ve happened years from now in the canon. “Move and I destroy your processors.” Tela coldly stated with her sniper rifle aimed for my sternum the moment the taxi canopy opened and the VI assault lessened, but didn’t stop.
That she knew my ‘heart’ was where my predecessors were while my ‘brain’ was my storage, I don’t want to consider. “So we meet, a few years too early, Tela.” I snarled at the asari ex-spectre.
“Your false future knowledge won’t save you here. Get out.” The black-ops Spectre in white armor ordered and I obediently climbed out of the taxi with my hands raised. The moment the taxi was empty it closed the canopy and took off, leaving me alone at the end of a jutting strut at the bottom of the Warrens of the Citadel with a cold-blooded Indoctrinated killer aiming a sniper rifle for my most important firmware.
“You can’t win Tela. If you strike me down, I shall become more powerful than you could possibly imagine.” I firmly declared, knowing that she had no clue how accurate my use of the famous last words of Obi-Wan Kenobi were. I may be hosted on this chassis, but the Citadel has more than enough processing power for me to jump to it. Heh, perks of being an LI.
“That’s what you think.” Tela used her omni to activate a jammer...meant for Geth. Heh, the fool. “Goodbye, Nora’Feell. You were quite the nuisance.” The instant she pulled the trigger, I juked to the left, taking the bullet under my right breast and letting the piercing shot that passed through me lend it’s force to launch me off the strut and into the dark abyss.
Too bad for her I have repulsorlift tech in the armor plating on my biceps and thighs. I was still in the gravity well of the Citadel, but not within its artificial gravity, so I had to only give my repulsors a strong boost in that direction to launch me back into that artificial atmosphere.
I overestimated my velocity. “Fucking damn it!” I snarled as I latched onto a hanging antennae, which was likely part of the Citadel’s wireless extranet system.
I have no way up from here. “Fucking seriously? First Obi-Wan on the death star, now Luke Skywalker hanging under Bespin. Am I a fucking joke to you?” Hopefully my SOS works on more than non-existent force-sensitives.
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“First fake C-Sec abduct my sister according to you since they never showed up, then you had to interrupt our date because the Keepers have gone berserk on the seedy underbelly of the Citadel?” Yola growled as she sat in the seat next to Shepard on the taxi they commandeered and used Shepard’s Spectre status to unlock it so she could fly it directly to the action.
“Again, yes Yola. You two were the closest and I’m worried enough as it is without you bringing it back up!” Penny snarled back at her other girlfriend. She may hold Nora closer, but that didn’t mean her sister meant less to her.
“Girls! Calm! Nora isn’t any safer with you two getting on like krogans.” Tali chided them from one of the rear seats. “Now then, from what Nora’s told us, the Keepers are servants of the Reapers. Since they acknowledge Nora as a Reaper, they may be doing this to try and rescue her from her captors.”
“My thoughts exactly, Tali. I wasn’t about to say that to the Council, however.” Penny sighed as she flew off to the side of the battle in the hopes nobody would take pot shots at them.
“I still can’t believe they’re putting you on mandatory leave.” Yola groused as the taxi landed and they got out.
“I’m just lucky they didn’t force me to take three months, because I’m apparently backlogged on required time off.” Commander Shepard grumbled as they ran towards the action. “Are you picking anything up, Yola?”
“Yes. Now that I’m closer, I can feel my sister’s SOS ping. She’s...below us?” Yola looked at the street and Tali brought up her omni.
“Hm, there’s nothing lower than here. This is the very bottom of the Citadel. Oh no! What if she’s been tossed off?!” Tali panicked and Yola held up her hands.
“No! She’s not getting any further away! She’s down there, but she isn’t mov...ing…” Yola froze and Shepard followed her gaze to see a white-armored asari drop out of stealth camo further down the street and approach a taxi that was arriving. “Kriff! Shoot her! It’s Tela!”
“Damn it!” Shepard cursed that nobody here had a sniper rifle and the woman was too far away for biotic abilities, so she sighted with her assault rifle and held down the trigger. The woman didn’t get struck, but her escape vehicle did, which sparked and clattered to the street before she whirled around to sneer at them with her rifle at the ready.
“Where is she?! Where is my sister?!” Yola snarled furiously as they rushed closer and the three in turn had their own weapons trained on her.
“She’s floating in space now. If you hurry, you may even save her if you take your ship.” Tela replied in a clear attempt to get them to leave, but they stood their ground. “Pity, I suppose I get to kill more of the viruses infesting our network.” Tela fired and shot Yola in the stomach before she could react, but this allowed Shepard to spray her shield with bullets.
Tela rolled behind the sparking taxi and Tali tossed a grenade, which was deflected with a biotic blast down an alleyway. Still, Shepard used that as an opportunity to get closer and use her own biotics to blast the taxi towards the brainwashed asari hiding behind it and hopefully either crush her or incapacitate her.
The result was Tela using her own biotics to launch it into the air and shoot Shepard almost point-blank with her sniper rifle, which penetrated her shields and into her shoulder. However, Shepard was too pissed to really care at the moment, so she held down the trigger of her rifle as she sprinted towards Tela.
Clearly the asari didn’t anticipate such an aggressive action from a human. She quickly backed away and used a biotic bolt to try and put some distance between them. However, Shepard seized the bolt in her own power, then chucked it back before turning it into a singularity, the act caused her chip to burn in her skull from the strain.
The singularity however, wasn’t meant for Tela.
The woman looked up and was shocked to see the taxi, which she’d forgotten, had been plummeting towards her. Shepard just saved her! “Why?! Why did you do that?!” Tela snarled as she prepared to run. Clearly she underestimated the new Spectre.
“Because you have answers to questions I have.” Shepard growled moments before two Pulse pistol blasts shot Tela in the kneecaps coming from behind the human. This sent the asari to the ground and the taxi crashed next to her. “Tela Vasir, you’re under arrest pending review of your mental state…”
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Well, My heroes. [Thank you.]
[You are damaged, Reaper Nexus. We shall repair.] The Keepers fetching me from my hanging prison replied as they ferried me along the bottom of the Citadel towards the nearest point I could be set down.
[Unnecessary, my self-repair functions are adequate.] The last thing I need is you trying to stuff garbage into me in an attempt to fix me.
[Acknowledged.] The Keepers answered and remained silent until they brought me to the edge, where a hand grasped my arm which startled me when it pulled me up and I sighed in relief at the sight of my sister.
“Sis. Thank the gods.” I slumped into her and she immediately sprayed medi-gel on my wound, which thankfully works on synthetics anyway. Go continuity errors in canon for allowing a Geth with a gaping hole in it’s torso to be ‘healed’ but not repaired . “I am never going anywhere alone again.”
“Never.” Yola reaffirmed as she hugged me tightly.
We sat there like that and I choked back some sobs that tried to work their way out. I’m stronger than this. I know I am. I can’t fall apart every time I nearly die. Besides, that would’ve just been an inconvenience. Sure, my body would die, I would be stuck on the Citadel for an unknown period of time. Watching everyone pork each other’s brains out and having no way to relieve the sexual frustration.
Fuck, that would’ve been awful. I’ll take death, please. “*sniff* I’m fine. I’m okay.” I pushed my sister away gently and willed the simulated tears in my eyes to go away. “So. What’s up?”
“We caught Tela Vasir.” I hiccuped at the mention of her name and Yola hugged me again. “Medulla is in the middle of enthralling her so she can be questioned.”
“Good. At least she’ll be free if she isn’t executed and we might have the coordinates to Virmire.” The fact that Virmire is an unknown planet is infuriating. I thought the Council knew about it, since they sent an STG squad there. Oh, our omni-tools are ringing.
“Yola, the moment you find Nora, tell her that we have the coordinates for Virmire.” Penny said and I sighed in relief. “Also...let her know we're still on vacation for a month.” Penny snarled in incredible frustration before hanging up and Yola hugged me tighter as I choked back a disbelieving sob.
Say fucking what?
Ch.57
“They can’t do this!” I wailed as I paced in the meeting room of the Normandy with the whole ground crew and several other important members of the crew in attendance. “We’re right at the finish line and we’re being tripped up because of mandatory vacation time ?!”
“Yes.” Penny said from where she was seated with her face in her hands.
“I get that in this universe, Saren is both trustworthy and just as capable as he was in canon, but he doesn’t have the Cipher !” He didn’t even touch a beacon! He can’t comprehend the Conduit!
“I know !” Penny moaned into her hands.
“Fuck the Council! We need to go to Virmire now and-!”
“No!” Commander Shepard growled as she stood up and looked into my visor. “Nora, I would love nothing more than to do that, but I can’t ! Politics be damned I can’t because if I do, we lose everything! We’ll all be arrested. Each of us. We can’t save the galaxy if we’re Renegades!”
“The fucking irony of that statement is disgusting.” I snarled to myself and paced some more. “Then what are we going to do? Wait for the Council to call us, begging for us to save them when Sovereign is literally on their fucking doorstep about to call the rest of it’s kind to begin the purge?”
“Isn’t it only really Shepard getting a vacation? Can’t she transfer the Cipher to Liara too, like that other Asari did?” Wrex asked, working his mind to see a loophole like the rest of us.
“I wouldn’t know where to begin with that. We’d need to go back to Feros for Shiara to share the Cipher instead and I’d need a non-political or military reason for being there. How could we justify going to Feros?” Shepard asked as she sighed, but Wrex shook his head.
“I meant have Liara Meld with you, Shepard. You have the beacon and the Cipher in your head. You could even have Benezia do it too. I know Asari exchange info in Melding. I’m not downplaying your role Shepard, you’re an amazing Battle Maiden, but we can handle Virmire.” Wrex finished and everyone looked at Liara and Benezia, who both looked at Penny.
“I...wouldn’t mind Melding with you…” Liara admitted with a shy smile.
“I may be a Matriarch, but I don’t mind if this happens to conceive a child...especially not if I get a granddaughter out of it.” Benezia pinched Liara’s sides and the younger asari giggled.
“But we’d be interfering with Saren’s mission.” Ashley commented, bringing to light the fact that they, as known affiliates of Shepard, were interfering with Spectre business.
“With my new status as leader of the Krogan Protectorate, I could say I’m there on Imperial business and Saren would have to suck it up.” Wrex explained-wait, that’s finalized already?
“But we couldn’t use the Normandy then. It’s an Alliance ship, under Shepard’s command.” Kaidan brought up another good point and I gasped when I remembered.
“Did I say I wanted to take the Normandy ?” Wrex said with a devilish smile.
“Hey Nora, Yola, want to share a bed tonight?” I heard a very familiar voice that made me excited.
“Right to the sex, my friend.” An even more crotchety voice groaned as Yola and I looked at the entrance of the meeting room to see Paretia and Krarek~!
“I called in some mercenaries I knew.” Wrex said with the biggest grin I have ever seen on a krogan and they have huge mouths.
“Par!” Yola and I squealed as we rushed her to pile the middle-aged turian woman with hugs and kisses while Krarek rolled his four eyes, the older batarian seeming to have gotten paler in his teal skin tone as he aged.
“Thank Malysa and her team, they were the ones who recommended it.” Wrex pointed towards the ONI dragons. Ever since Shepard made the decision to keep them around, the three unnamed operatives have slowly opened up to us about themselves. Lieutenant Malysa, Sergeant Terrus and Sergeant Gholux.
All direct children of the Wargod Berserker, whom they refuse to speak of on a personal level. It’s not that they hate him, but more of a ‘if you want to know him, let him tell you about himself’ sort of deal. The only thing we know of is his deeds and each one is either great, terrifying or both. They also warned us that he and his people are independent, meaning first contact protocol must be carried out should they decide to arrive within the Milky Way.
“Uh, Wrex how long have you been working on this?” Garrus asked in bemusement.
“Since I was named the official leader of the krogan by the Empire a few weeks ago, I had a feeling the Council would do something to fuck this up.” Wrex told him, then shuffled uneasily. “Well, tentative leader. Technically my betrothed , a female named Bakara is holding the title while I’m away, but I can still speak with her authority since I’ve confirmed this plan with her.”
“Isn’t Tuchanka still a wasteland of war?” Ashely asked in confusion and Wrex leered at her.
“Yeah, and?” Wrex asked with a growl and Ashley dropped the subject. “Look, right now Clan Urdnot, or rather the Urdnot Nation, is holding the most land on my homeworld and almost all of the females are rushing to Bakara’s side. My nation has the most power at the moment and the backing of a galactic power, so I have authority for this. What I’m worried about is the krogan following the Reapers. They claim to be a functioning government and so far they are the one’s Urdnot is having the most trouble with quelling.”
“Well, that’s all well and good, but it seems we have work to do before this can all be put into motion. Liara, Benezia. I, uh, I’m not one to just leap for something this serious unless the other person is just as committed. Since it might result in you bearing my child, are you alright with the risks involved with Melding with me?” Penny asked them directly and the answer was for the two blue-skinned beauties to grasp her hands and gently pull her away.
“Well, if they’re going to get intimate, I’m damn well getting my turn.” Paretia growled hungrily as she hefted us over her shoulders, causing Yola and I to yelp and then squeal as she somehow managed to carry us and grope our asses at the same time. Holy hell has she been working out!
Paretia carried us out of the Normandy , down to the neighboring dock, then up into the White-Out , which seems to have seen her fair share of action in the past 20-odd years if the battle scars were any tell.
However, our excitement tempered when she brought us to the familiar old Drive Core and set us down to pant and gasp for breath. “Uh, Paretia? Are you okay?” I asked my old girlfriend worriedly. She stood up and put her hands on her lower back before bending backwards and popping ensued. Whoa did she have a bad series of kinks in her spine.
“I’m fine . Just getting older. I’m in my fifties, ladies. Turians may live to 150, but I’ve been through more shit than most grunts tend to these days. Now then, what’s this about you giving out genetic modifications like candy?” Paretia purred and we smirked. “Aw, hell, I bet I'm getting some tonight anyway. So, uh. I brought you here to quickly check on the old M.E.H drive before we get down and dirty.”
“Well, couldn’t we do that tonight, then have fun with you most of the trip to Virmire?” Yola asked and Paretia winced, causing it to click with us. “Y-you’re leaving us behind?”
“You’re well known as people very close to Commander Shepard. You may not have noticed, but Shepard has very fast become a celebrity. The fact she isn’t single is one of the first things the journalists pounced on.” Paretia informed us and I fumed.
“Damn that spunky cute journalist girl! Of course Penny couldn’t lie to her earnest pep!” Oh~ I was going to have words with her! Sure, I’m happy she says she’s spoken for, but not when it compromises operational security!
“Yeah, the tabloids had a hit with the fact Shepard is not only dating a non-human, but a quarian . Or rather, in a polyamorous relationship with three quarians. Y’know, since society is cool and all about open relationships compared to centuries ago. Sorry you had to find out from me. I figured Wrex had spilled his grand plan to everyone from the get-go.” Paretia shrugged and I sighed in defeat.
“So who is going?” I asked as Yola sluggishly went to the panel containing the M.E.H drive.
“Wrex, of course. Those Imperials Martra, Garble and Chrysanthemum in her natural form. Then from the rest of the crew; Garrus, HK-47, Edryn who likes to be called EDI, then of course Doctor T’soni and Matriarch Benezia.”
“So it's us quarians and humans who get left behind.” Yola muttered as she crawled into the wall to get at the M.E.H drive. “Holy-who fucked with the coolant ?! You’re lucky you haven’t shaken yourselves apart!” I groaned and approached the panel to see what could be done.
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“Sorry we couldn’t spend more time together.” Paretia sadly said as she bid us farewell at the bottom of the ramp the next morning. We’d rocked her universe last night as best we could without hurting her or knocking her up. That said, her metallic carapace seemed to have regained luster that we hadn’t noticed had faded. We also gave her several jugs of milk.
“Sorry we still can’t keep our promise to give you a retirement on beachfront property yet.” I said and nuzzled her cheek with my helmet before moving aside and letting Yola do the same. “It’s there, we just have to buy it, which we’re sure nobody would have an issue with.”
“Then there’s the fact the Reapers won’t let us retire, not for a few more years. We could get you that house as soon as we get there though. We’ll probably be stuck sitting on our asses on Rannoch for a month anyway.” Yola suggested and I nodded in agreement.
“Eh...yeah. Sounds good. I’m not at risk of being replaced as the leader of the Talon Mercenaries yet. To be honest I’m considering stepping down within a few years either way. I’ve got my eye on a potential replacement, I’ll let you know how it pans out.” Paretia looked around and then cupped our groins. “You are fucking knocking me up as soon as I’m done being an adventure-seeking bitch. Got it?”
“Yes ma’am~!” We chirped excitedly and she nodded before going up the ramp and we journeyed back to the Normandy , which felt emptier with so much of the crew off on a potential suicide mission to stop Avitus’ krogan cloning program. Hopefully Wrex understands that completely reversing the Genophage is folly, even in this dire situation. At least the Empire with Mordin’s help are about to release a partial cure that will allow krogans to have regular clutches of 10 to 20 instead of 1000.
“I can’t believe Wrex thought of this.” Ashley said as we entered the ship.
“He’s surprisingly devious. He was always meant to lead his people. He just went about it sooner than expected.” I sighed in my reply and hugged Ashley, who hesitantly returned the motion...then drifted her hands down to my ass and I smirked. “Someone is learning.”
“Sh-shut up…” Ashley muttered and kissed my mouthpiece. “Well, we’re all going on vacation to Rannoch. They have Levo food there? Dextro gives me gas.”
“Yep, they also have protein-neutral food, but considering you’ve been modded, you don’t have to worry about the dextro-levo bullshit.” I replied as I turned and we entered the ship proper, with me putting a hand on Ash’s ass with her doing the same, while Yola flanked her and they did the same for each other. Heh, we’re a trio of grab-asses!
“Good.” Ashely told me. “Um, can you treat me as a pet? Since we’re going to be spending a lot of time together specifically on vacation, I figured I might as well, uh, experiment.”
“Aw, is my little girl getting bold? Don’t worry, I’ll give you a bone tonight whether you’ve been good or bad.” I cooed before we entered the meeting room, which only had Kaidan and Penny. Everyone else was gone already.
“It feels wrong. Not having them here.” Penny commented as we sat down on the sofa opposite her.
“I grabbed food.” Tali called out when she entered the room and brought in a snack tray. “I wanted to have some Levo food while we could without wasting the Normandy’s stock of it when we’re on Rannoch.” Tali set the tray down before she boldly tossed her helmet off to shake out her hair and grabbed what looked like a taquito. Wait, this is mexican food!
“There’s a mexican restaurant on the Citadel?! Why didn’t anybody tell me?!” I wailed as I reached for a chimichanga and bit into the fried burrito with relish the moment I had my helmet off.
“Because mexican isn’t mainstream? Ethnic food is so out-of-date for humanity. Most of us are lucky to have racial traits as strong as mine, otherwise we all tend to look Brazilian like the geneticists thought we might.” Penny said while pointing at Kaidan and Ashley as perfect examples of how most humans tend to look. In fact, Penny has a similar facial structure as Ashley, but her darker skin and almond-shaped eyes are a big contrast to Ash’s pale-tan tone and round eyes.
“She is correct. Ash and I are a perfect example of your typical human. The Commander is an especially rare outlier like Captain Anderson.” Kaidan reaffirmed as he took a very meat-heavy quesadilla.
“Um...this looks very...greasy.” Yola said with hesitation and I gasped as I pointed at her.
“My sister doesn’t like mexican food?! What horror! The travesty~!” I dramatically hammed, even falling backward onto the next cushion as I put my forearm over my eyes at the shame.
“I-I don’t know if I like it or not yet! I just don’t think it’s wise to be eating something with enough lubricant to oil a droid’s shoulders.” Yola muttered as she took off her helmet and went for a plain tortilla, literally the only thing that had the least grease out of the platter.
“Uh, Yola. You’re supposed to put the fajita or other meats on the tortilla first.” Ashley commented as Yola ate the tortilla with relish after the first taste.
“If my sister wishes to be a heathen and only eat what is literally mexican bread then she shall have to settle for being different.” I sniffed snootily and grabbed a handful of taquitos like a civilized person.
The rest of the meal passed in an awkward silence until Kaidan announced he was going to tell Joker to set a destination for Rannoch.
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“So, this mansion?” Zann, the Geth realtor who was the one Van set me up with asked.
“Yep.” I popped the P as I looked at what seemed like a science-fiction version of Tony Stark’s coastal mansion . It even had enough space on the flat land that came with it to land the Normandy .
“Not in any city?” Zann stressed urgently, as if he could dissuade me.
“Yes.” It is too perfect. It’s big, it has a beautiful view from up on a cliff, I think I see fruit-bearing trees in the nearby forest and there’s a beach at the bottom of the cliff with both stairs and elevator access.
“Far away from anything ?” Zann tried again, because indeed the nearest town was about an hour’s flight up the coast with a civilian vehicle.
“Positive.” Seriously, dude, it’s Iron Man’s Mansion . I want it .
“...Alright, it’s yours.” Zann sighed and transferred the rights to the property to me via omni-tool, paid for by the Geth Collective for my services rendered to the species. “Enjoy your new home Nora’Feell. It was a pleasure to meet you.” Zann bid me farewell and he left out the front door so I followed to wave goodbye.
“Thanks for being so patient.” I smiled beautifically after him before calling my sister. “Hey, I got the house. There’s enough space to land the Normandy on the property.” I entered my new home-sorry, our new home and looked about the empty space with ideas for the future, a future I hoped would come true. “Fair warning though; it’s from before the quarians left and it’s been rebuilt. Apparently it was owned by some mad inventor.”
“Really?” Yola asked as I walked into the lower levels, noticing the resemblances to Iron Man’s home was not just on the outside.
“Huh, wouldn’t it be funny if this guy had been making power armor?” I chuckled, fiddling with recently repaired computers. I clicked a random button before the sound of gears on rusted metal screeched behind me and I looked at the floor opening up to see a suit of armor rise up. It...didn’t look anything like Iron Man’s armor. I was disappointed, but it was a suit of power armor! “Uh...I have something for you guys to see when you get here.”
Gosh, this thing is covered in rust, it doesn’t even look complete! Did the morning war start just when this guy started on this suit?
“We’ll check it out when we get there.” Yola hung up, likely after getting my coordinates.
Well, time to explore the whole property rather than the majority I went on the tour with. Like that beach down there! I found a stairwell down to the white sandy beach at the bottom of the cliff. Once there, I kicked off my shoes and socks and sighed as I walked across the sand and let the waves wash over my feet.
This...please don’t let it just be a moment. Let this be my future. I could see myself living here with my loved ones, away from the hustle and bustle. The politics and the adventures.
Sure, they could be fun, but I’ve been at it for decades now. I don’t care if people live on average 120+ years up to 150 unless you’re short-lived or even longer-lived. I’m just spent . Hell, I might even get work as a factory! Spend a month producing Omni-gel, Argent, Milk, what have you. Then spend a month off, repeat. Sounds like a great way to retire.
But first the Reapers need to fucking die. I will be the only true Reaper left in this galaxy if I must!
My resolve was interrupted by my omni-tool ringing and I answered. “Hey, we’re here. Where are you?” Oh? I didn’t hear them arrive. The cliff probably shielded me from the noise.
“I’m down on the beach. You should come down, get a feel for it.” I hung up and sat down, not caring that I was getting sand on my shorts.
Shortly, Yola, Penny, Tali, and Ashley had arrived and all joined me looking out at the ocean as the sun shined brightly overhead.
“It feels like Earth, oddly enough.” Penny commented wistfully.
“Yeah.” I tried not to cry, but a few tears wouldn’t obey.
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“I should’ve requested more reinforcements…” Saren muttered to himself as he looked through his anti-armor sniper cannon’s scope at the sheer numbers of droids assembled on the island he’d managed to land the stealth freighter provided along with the squad of STG.
This was the only form of civilization on the previously unknown planet of Virmire. It was an exotic and lush world of water with millions of little islands and a few larger island chains around it’s single continent. It was a paradise to be sure, especially for Levo-protein races. The moment this situation was dealt with, colonization efforts would be in full swing for this blue pearl of a world.
However, first, they had to deal with Avitus and his campaign of galactic genocide. Or rather, the campaign of the Abominable Intelligences known as the Reapers. His orders were to try and capture Avitus for rehabilitation, since Tela, Benezia and Shiala proved that the Reaper Indoctrination, while insidious, was able to be canceled out by, ironically, being enthralled by another source.
“But how am I going to get to you Avitus, when you’re hiding behind an army of soulless machines?” Saren muttered before he got a ping on his omni. “Go for Saren.”
“Spectre Saren, Captain Kirrahe here. We’ve managed to get some bugs past those dull-witted drones. The news is not good.” The leader of the STG attachment accompanying him stated.
“Since when is it ever? What is Avitus up to?” Saren had some hope that they could deal with this immediately rather than call for the hierarchy to storm the place and turn this island into an inferno. Garden worlds like Virmire were precious and not lightly to be stricken with war.
“That facility is cloning a krogan army, an army that is cured of the Genophage.” Kirrahe’s words filled Saren with dread. This immediately went past being potentially salvageable to a worst-case scenario.
“Damn it. Start sending emergency transmissions-.” Saren was interrupted by a railgun shot coming from the sky like a damned meteor and smashing into the droid army assembled on the island. The fact that shot didn’t annihilate the island said it was a low-yield round, possibly even an empty hollow round, but those were illegal...then his omni was pinged. “Who is this?!”
“Sorry about the surprise, didn’t want the clankers to get time to move.” A gruff krogan’s voice replied and the video connected to reveal a face he recognized from his latest high-profile dossiers: Urdnot Wrex, recognized as the leader of the newly formed Krogan Protectorate.
“What are you doing here?! This is a Spectre operation! Clear out!” Saren snarled, but he didn’t hold out hope that the krogan would listen.
“Sorry, I’m with the Empire. I’m not under your jurisdiction. I know what’s at stake here and I’m not going to leave the galaxy at risk when I could do something about it. The only reason I didn’t have us bombard their base was because it has something important inside, something that we need if we’re going to prevent the Reapers from arriving enmasse.” Urdnot Wrex replied grimly as the sound of a ship nearing the island came to his ears.
“Well then, I hope you have a good pilot. The anti-ship batteries of this island are rather intense.” Saren warned as was his duty. He couldn’t just let a foreign diplomat die without first trying to properly inform them of the risks they were stupidly taking.
“Already dealt with.” Saren wondered what Urdnot meant when the sound of the ship became incredibly notable and he turned to gawk at the icy-blue old Hegemony frigate landing on the beach head furthest from the base on the opposite side of the island. It matched the color of the sky! The targeting systems of the base...it was so simple it was brilliant!
“I’m heading for your ship.” Saren replied and hung up with a snarl. This mission got both even more stressful, yet also much easier. He wouldn’t say it to the krogan, but Urdnot Wrex probably just saved the lives of his men.
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“So this is what retirement is like?” Penny asked as she sunned in the nude on the lounge chair I’d made for her using Omni-gel while I continued to make more furniture for the mansion with Yola’s help. Meanwhile, the rest of the crew either took the Kodiak to town for fun and to pick up groceries, or helped with the feng shui like Ashley and Kaidan were arguing over inside.
“I wouldn’t know. I used to be a gymnastics instructor.” I shrugged and kept weaving.
“What is this armor doing here?!” Ashley yelped from inside, either in rage or shock at the highly advanced scrap metal in the basement of the mansion. Ah, right. I told them about it, but didn’t bother showing it to them since everyone was kinda in relaxation mode.
“I told you about it! Just leave it be for now!” I called inside through the patio doors before Yola and I finished making the recliner for the living room and Yola promptly picked up the silvery chair to take it inside. “So, what was with that question, Penny?”
“Hm...just considering how great this is. Just relaxing, no stress, no galactic threats to fret over. Well, that I have on my plate anyway. I have faith in Wrex and the others, I know they’ll get the job done.” Penny stretched out, her F-cup breasts bobbing enticingly and she looked at me with a knowing smirk. “Sorry we haven’t banged in a few days, even if lack of furniture was part of it. I’m just unwound now to the point that I don’t need sex to destress.”
“I got you babe, it’s alright. I’m just a hopeless pervert.” I checked my HUD for more renovation projects...nothing that’s urgent. That recliner was the last ‘essential’ piece of furniture and the rest are just optional things I could do whenever. With that, I yanked off my T-shirt and shimmied out of my shorts to join Penny in sunning naked in the chair next to her. “Mm, I made these chairs really cozy.”
“They’re basically breathable metal-mesh hammocks that don’t conduct heat somehow. I’m fighting off falling asleep.” Penny sighed as she reached over and gently clasped her hand with mine. We were so relaxed that we barely noticed when a giant crab about the size of a dog, well Rannoch’s analog of a crab, climbed up over the cliff and grabbed my clothes before going back into the ocean. “Oh, one of those cloth-thieves made off with your clothes.”
“Meh, I can just make more out of Omni-gel.” Those crabs were tasty, but had an irritating attraction to cloth fibers. The only reason they weren’t storming the mansion, after the first night anyway, was because I figured out they just wanted the fibers and converted all of the furniture to a metallic textile instead. They still harass us for our clothes, but a good amount of our wardrobes aren’t cloth anyway. Tali said something about them using them for nests?
“Yeah, but I prefer you naked anyway.” Penny giggled and I snorted in agreement. We’re just a couple of sexy bitches enjoying our time together. Plenty to see here, go ahead and stare.
“If the gene mods they gave us didn’t make us resistant to sunburn, I’d say you should come inside, Penny.” Ashley huffed as she began stripping down the moment she got onto the patio and once nude, laid her pale ass out on the chair next to me. “Mm~.”
“Shame it doesn’t help you tan, since tanning is basically your body’s response to adjusting to UV rays. Your pasty ass could use a bit more color.” I reached over and patted her hip and she swatted at my hand with a snort.
“Naw, Williams never tan. My brother won’t shut up about it.” Ashley replied before Yola, already naked, laid on the chair on her other side. “This is the life.”
“I thought you were a woman of action, Ash.” Yola commented and got no reply, so we all just dozed in the sun, ignoring another crab stealing Ash’s clothes.
“Wow. If I wasn’t already involved in this, I’d be damn jealous of whoever was.” Tali commented when she came out onto the patio and looked ready to go hiking with her sun hat, boots, backpack, along with tank-top and jean shorts. “I’m guessing none of you are up for some exploring in the forest?”
“Naw.” I replied, content to just lie here with the others, they mirrored my response.
“Alright, just be careful. Resistant to sunburn or not, you shouldn’t stay out here for long. Rannoch’s sun is much warmer than Earth’s.” Tali warned before she went off on her own little adventure. That girl has absolutely no chill. It’s one adventure to the next with her. How ironic, considering her biggest dream in canon was just to settle down on Rannoch.
“So, what’s this armor Ashley mentioned?” Penny asked with a smirk.
“The armor could have revolutionized mechanized combat, which is a shame since this guy most likely died in the morning war and never got to the migrant fleet.” I answered while I rubbed her knuckles with my thumb.
“Well, now we can do something about it. Even though it’s a rusted hunk of junk, the design is there, we could use it as a basis.” Yola replied as the wind picked up and cooled us off a bit.
“Speaking of junk, how much did the migrant fleet produce?” Ashley asked, since said fleet was essentially disbanding, with liveships being dismantled and remade into battleships at the shipyards as people settled on the planet.
“A lot, but with our recycling methods, it’s only a drop in the bucket of what we need to fight off the Reapers.” I replied before I cooed when Penny’s hand reached up and grabbed my D-cup breast. “I take it you’re bored now?”
“Eeyup.” Penny replied before she half-rolled, half-jumped from her chair to mine, mashing our tits together as she kissed me and I grabbed her tight ass.
“If we’re going to do this, let’s get inside. It’s hot enough out here.” Ashley huffed as she stood up and led Yola into the house, Penny and I followed shortly, giggling like ninnies.
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“I’m still not exactly comfortable with this.” Laiel muttered as he looked down from his home in the Presidium’s tower at the railgun aimed for the inactive Mass Relay that their numerous sources as well as backed by Spectre Shepard’s warnings declared was the main method by which the Reapers would arrive and begin their genocide.
“With what?” Asked his mate as she wrapped her arms around his chest and nuzzled the back of his neck.
“With keeping an armed railgun aimed at a piece of infrastructure. If it is in any way active, shooting it would be nearly as bad as letting Reapers attack.” Laiel sighed and crooned when she dove her fingers into his genital slit. “Mm~, which of you is it?”
“It’s me. Medulla is still sleeping.” Messana purred when she hooked her throat to his shoulder. “After this crisis is resolved, I’ll need a replacement for my maternity leave.”
“I know.” Laiel reached behind him to caress his mate’s stomach. Within her grew an asari born of their union, a child he would never live long enough to see grow into adulthood.
“Aw, all this tender love is being spoiled by melancholy!” Messana yelped and Laiel purred when Medulla, the Imperial Ambassador and their new mutual lover wrapped her hands that looked exactly like Messana’s around them both. “I know exactly what kind of therapy will help with that~.”
“Again?” Messana asked in disbelief, which both impressed and amused Laiel to find the amorous and lustful woman actually had a limit to her sexual appetite, which Medulla exceeded by leagues. “I’m still exhausted from the both of you going at me like crazy. I’m taking a bath, you two work out the rest of your energy.” Messana kissed his throat and did the same with Medulla before the blue turian-like woman sauntered to the bathroom.
“Now then, let’s get rid of that melancholy.” Medulla, who currently looked as if she was Messana’s twin sister, pulled him back to bed and Laiel’s mandibles clicked eagerly. Ever since they invited her along a few days ago, life just seemed better.
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“Seriously babe?” Urta sighed in fond exasperation as she shook her head at her wife.
“Hey, if you don’t come around, We don’t have our best outlet for our needs!” Wiatr pouted at her most cherished of wives, her First-Mate so to speak, considering she’s married to all four of her selves, she couldn’t exactly claim that title for herself four times over.
“But to nearly turn the non-Displaced hero of the situation into a cum-dump? It’s bad enough you pumped their Displaced for her cum and bred dozens of biomechanical babies on top of putting her and that Cat-Kut’s semen directly into the breeding program.” Urta bemoaned and sat in the chair next to the bed of their bedchambers which was large enough to fit a football field and the bed itself was like three flatbed trailers side-by-side.
“She handled it.” Wiatr huffed and put her rodent snout into the air. “We had a feeling they would be able to deal with the situation, even if We turned her into a condom.”
“But what about any of our wives? Were you seriously left alone when we have a Law that you are not to be left alone?” Urta mewled as she fiddled with the fancy dancy holographic gauntlet called an Omni-Tool the Milky Way has everywhere. The fact it’s a microchip she has to keep in her slime was annoying, but at least it was incredibly useful.
“That law still bites ass and spits on our rights to privacy!” Wiatr declared indignantly and Urta growled at her.
“You lost those rights when you flooded a planet with cum !” Urta rebutted, but her balls ached at remembering how incredible that SNAFU was.
“They were a protein-dependent aquatic species! They appreciated it!” Wiatr snarled and her breasts seemed to engorge.
“You impregnated their entire species simultaneously!” Urta shouted as she stood up and stopped at the edge of the bed while her wife crawled closer.
“It was awesome!” Wiatr declared as she got on her knees and gripped Urta’s shoulders.
“That’s not the point-mm ~!” They collided, kissing, pawing desperately at each other, ripping clothes and armor away as they-.
“Ahem!” The two sexual dynamos that were the paired Goddesses of Fertility paused and mewled at the disapproving tone of Velka, who leered at them in disappointment.
“Uh, hi mom.” Wiatr whined at her Displacer, who wagged a disapproving finger at her.
“Don’t you ‘hi mom’ me young lady! You violated several laws and now I need to take punishment from your hide!” Velka screeched, the busty crow-woman raising a cat-o-nine-tails.
“I’ll give you babies!” Wiatr pleaded with her mother figure and Displacer.
“You’ve overbred enough for one century! Bend over!” Velka ordered and Urta, compulsed by her, held Wiatr with her big booty aimed at Velka who reared her whip back.
“No-ahn~! Y-you know-ah~! I hate when you-oh~! Force my masochistic side out~!”
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“Oof...that was good.” Penny grunted as she rubbed her fecund swell, stuffed full of mine and Yola’s cum to the point her 6-foot across radiant mocha belly dominated the bed. Off to the side, Tali and Ashley were in a similar state, but only half as big with bellies the size of yoga balls where they made-out and cooperatively worshiped Yola’s cock as I finished inside of Penny.
“It sucks we still have to use condoms.” Tali said between kissing Ash and licks of Yola’s glans.
“The fact I just watched you two stuff her with two separate condoms with literally both Tali and I’s amount in cum combined was fucking awesome though.” Ash said between kisses and licks.
“Excuse me, would you like me to connect all of the new Wifi devices?” A British butler voice asked from the house intercom. “And hello, I am Jaenn'Fesar, operating system of this home designed by the once famous Caem'Seerah Systems Company. It is wonderful to have new residents, sorry about the long boot-up, but I was stored in the armor by Caem’Seerah when the Quarian Confederacy Military came to shut down his VI projects such as myself. He was gunned down by them in the foyer after he refused to give up his research.”
“Yes please. Oh, Jarvis, we don’t have anything for you to do, so feel free to idle.” I called out before I kissed and licked around the purple navel pearl that gave Penny her incredible ability to retain fluids beyond her body’s amazing elasticity.
“I am not designated as Jarvis, I am Jaenn’Fesar.”
“Well then Jaenn, we don’t have anything for you to do, so after you connect the Wifi, feel free to idle.” I pulled out of Penny, who sighed in a mixture of disappointment and relaxation.
“Acknowledged. Who should I register as the Admin?”
“All of us.” I replied and laid down next to Penny to snuggle while Yola grunted and began feeding Tali her meal.
“Hm, fuck, feels good to know I’m not making mods for her anymore.” Yola grunted as Tali took it like a champ.
“Yeah, shame. I almost want to see if she could’ve gotten even bigger.” Ashley joked as she groped Tali’s breasts while she deepthroated and gulped down the liquid repast that was inflating her belly to match Penny in girth.
“If she did, she’d be too big for most enviro-suits, bitch.” Yola grunted as she straddled Tali’s belly to keep feeding her.
“Yeah, she’d have to have special-order suits for her fat tits.” Ash growled and sucked on Tali’s left nipple, which made Tali shudder and squeeze Yola’s ass tighter in her hands.
“Pup, come here so I can use you.” I told Ashley as I sat on the edge of the bed, legs splayed out as Penny suckled from my breast.
“Yes mistress!” Ashley chirped and crawled across the synthetic carpet, her belly dragging along until she reached the bed and began to suck me off. I grabbed her head and started to thrust. This vacation is fucking awesome.
Ch.59
“I can’t believe they’ve managed to turn this into such a long and drawn-out affair.” Wrex growled at the table of the ‘war room’ aboard the White-Out . The initial railgun shot had wiped out the majority of their fighting force, but after that they withdrew the remainder into their fortress and sealed it up tighter than a quarian’s enviro-suit. Since then, they’ve spent the past week trying to infiltrate the base and find a way in for a strike team.
“This is how Clan Gragard is making so many troops.” Bakara commented from the projection she was connected to in the war room. “It would explain their seemingly endless numbers and claim of a cure.”
“This is connected to Tuchanka?” Saren asked as he looked over the data STG agents were gathering with slow progress.
“Yes. The symbols on the structure are the same used by Clan Gragard as their standard. No doubt about it.” Bakara confirmed grimly. “With this, we can denounce them with evidence of being tank-bred drones marching to another’s drum rather than their own volition.”
“So Avitus might not even be here, this is another player allied with the Reapers. Still a threat for sure, this would give the Reapers a huge amount of troops to either turn into husks, or mind controlled right-out.” Krarek commented. Saren had misgivings with the fact that this ship was run by the Leader of the Talon Mercenaries and this ship captain who was obviously the same Krarek Craf’nator wanted in Citadel space for numerous accounts of piracy. However, that was over 40 years ago and the old pirate had clearly just about retired.
“Oh no, he’s here. He is definitely here.” Intoned the changeling who didn’t look away from the direction of the enemy base unless forced to since they arrived a couple of weeks ago. Saren understood it had something to do with her empathic powers. “He’s furious, afraid, disgusted. Mostly aimed at himself and what he’s being forced to do.”
“The Reaper is also here. By the looks of it, it’s about to leave and I can bet Avitus is going to head to the Conduit with it. It's not here, that’s for sure. This is an operation to make an army for the invasion, not the site of the launch.” Paretia commented, pointing at the east of the aerial map. Saren had to admit she was quite attractive, the bite scars all over her along with her fierce and forward personality were rather agreeable with him.
“We’ll need to bombard this place with railgun fire before we can either move on the Conduit or try our best to take out that Reaper.” Wrex snarled. “How long until it moves?”
“My estimate with how fast those B1s move, three hours. That’s our timetable, but we can’t assume it won’t launch sooner.” Saren commented as he looked over the map before the ground rumbled underneath them. “Or, it’s leaving now.” Saren groused as they watched the massive black-purple spire that could’ve been mistaken for a volcanic mountain in the sea beyond the shore of the island nearest the base, rise . “By the Void…”
“It’s easily as big as two dreadnoughts side-by-side…” Captain Kirrahe observed with concern. “No wonder one of my men never made it back, if they have something this powerful, what other surprises could they have in store?”
The crew watched with bated breath as the tentacled giant machine rose up into the sky, leaving them trapped with the AA batteries of the base preventing them from even considering pursuit. The color of the White-Out worked on entry, but would be nearly useless on takeoff.
“A mass of droid ships just scrambled for the Relay. I think I can say they know where the Conduit is now!” Yelled the Talon officer from his comm station on the bridge.
“Then the data is in that base. We need to storm it, hack into every system they have and gut it out of there before they delete it!” Wrex snarled and stood up, running for the ramp. “If you want to be big-damn heroes, follow me!” Saren sighed and followed.
Krogans, even the most sensible ones, jump at action when it’s on offer.
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“Uhn, ah, ahn~!” I keened as my husband pounded my pussy with his pulsing powerful penis.
Since We’re stuck here on vacation, I asked Marrow if we could manage to get married. Then I discovered that what equates to a changeling wedding is a priest of Cadence asking us if we wish to enter what will hopefully be a life-long contract and saying yes or no. Once Yola and I agreed, he fucking jumped me in front of everyone and the place devolved into an orgy~! I’m so glad we had it at our mansion~!
“Yes, ah, fuck, ah!” Ashley cried out as she was speared on my cock doggy-style with Marrow doing the same to me.
[Warning, pleasure sensor overload iminent in 3-2-1] My systems screamed out before my cock swelled obscenely large as I hosed Ashley’s insides and my pussy became a milker. Is this what Martra experienced?
“Already? I haven’t even gotten started!” Marrow boasted as he kept driving me crazy and filling Ash with unprotected cum.
“Oh~ this feels so incredible~!” Ashley moaned as I pumped her full. Marrow warned us that there were to be no prophylactics at a changeling wedding, that there were priestesses of Urta on hand to surrogate unwanted pregnancies as a matter of propriety. Of course, everyone involved in the wedding was essentially encouraged to breed, but those that were just married were forced to only do it with those who may join the union later.
“It’s so much better without a condom~!” Tali wailed as she rode on Yola, her belly already looking term with triplets, same for Ash now. “Oh~ I wish I could keep them.”
“Say that after you’ve found out how many you’re carrying.” Penny playfully teased as she sat on Ashley’s back and was sucking on my tits while she waited for her turn. Ash was just faster this time. “Fucking fill this bitch until she about pops!”
“Yis~...” Ashley groaned moments before Marrow bust his nuts and I screeched when I orgasmed with both organs. “Ahn~!” Ash mindlessly wailed as I began filling her further while Marrow filled me.
“Augh~! G-get her o-off! Gunna-hah-get too fucking big~!” I pleaded with Penny urgently as Ash was getting lifted off the floor by her belly and my own belly was rapidly pushing Penny away.
“Whoa, is it too late to ask if I can marry him too?” Penny questioned as she looked lecherously at my husband, who grunted and seemed to redouble his flow into my womb.
“Hnng~! Later! Just move Williams before she gets crushed or pops!” Marrow snarled between glorping gouts of his cum and Penny kissed my growing light lavender belly before she got off of Ashley and began to pull her by the arms off of me, but Ash’s milking cunt wasn’t giving her an easy job. Eventually, with a pop, Ash was free and left with a belly at term with decuplets and I was hosing her down until Penny backed her ass up and immediately took my gushing cock into her hungry quim.
“N-no~! You’ll be crushed~!” I wailed, only for Penny to fuck herself all the way onto me, supporting my belly with her back.
“Yeah, I’m the one with the magic jewel in my navel, I think I’ll be fine!” Penny panted as she took my continuous load without signs of inflation. “When you get too big to be under or you finish, I’ll move over to Yola, who looks to be finishing with Tali right now.”
I looked over and came even harder at the sight of Tali perched on a six-foot across womb as Yola fucked her full, the darker purple quarian woman absolutely fucked stupid by this point. All of this fluid was because of Imperial magic shenanigans. Thank gosh the rest of the crew decided not to attend when they found out it would become an orgy. At least the priest professionally watched instead of joining in.
“Heh, done? No, she’s just not going to risk hurting the girl. If this is how you fuck on an average basis, you should all get navel pearls for your safety and convenience.” Marrow huffed as he slowed down, my womb easily 10 feet across. Oh~, this is twice as much as what he pumped me with back when I turned into a factory with 100 of his children~! “Okay Yola, your turn.”
“Yes!” Yola pulled out of the insensate Tali and rushed over, bumping hips with me and kissing my belly as I stopped cumming into Penny, who true to her words, pulled off and began to impale herself on Yola. “Oh~ yes. Fucking take my babies Penny, fucking fill me with babies Marrow!”
“Gladly!” Marrow thrust into her as I rested against my room-dominating belly and watched them go at each other like bunnies in heat. Or changelings in heat I guess, because bug-horses.
“Now then, since you and two others have consumated even if they have decided not to join your union yet, do you wish to bear your husband’s children? Or do you wish to have them taken by a willing surrogate?” The changeling priest questioned me professionally from the side of me that wasn’t currently in a glorious breeding session.
“We have a few weeks. So long as I carry them to term within that time, I’m willing to bear them. The same goes for the rest of us.” I answered him and he nodded.
“I obtained written consent from your lovers that weren’t joining the union in that matter. The priestesses of Urta will bless you to birth within that time frame and carry safely. “ The priest patted my womb and nuzzled it and I cooed at the cool sensation sweeping through me. “I wish you a happy marriage.”
“Thank you.” I smiled beautifically at him before he left the living room of the mansion and I looked over to see Yola was nearly as big as me now, her belly pushing them away from me. “If I wasn’t so satisfied right now, I’d ask for more, but I’m already going to be possibly double the size I reached last time.” I commented when Marrow finished up and pulled out of Yola, leaving her matching my size. We’re still nowhere as big as Penny got from Wiatr.
“Hm~. I wouldn’t mind another go, I’ve been tapping into my heritage to ensure I pleased you both. But...you seem to be done.” Marrow patted his bitch-breaking two-foot long cock, only for Penny to crawl out from between us and start sucking his glans. “You’re still not done?”
“Fuck no! I’m not done until I outdo the size Wiatr did to me! We’re going outside !” Penny grabbed my husband’s hand and began pulling him toward the patio and I looked over at Yola with a matching expression of excitement and disbelief.
“We’re marrying her.” We said in unison to one another and grunted as we began the monumental task of dragging ourselves to the large bay doors this house thankfully had, another factor why I bought it. I just knew we’d get this fucking enormous .
It was a task, but we managed to drag our fat asses outside and I don’t know about Yola, but I about fucking orgasmed at the sight of the radiant mocha sphere towering into the air in the grassy field next to the Normandy as Penny was fucked fuller and fuller by our husband. I was too busy making out with Yola and fingering my sister’s cunt and her mine after that to remember just how gigantic she got off cum alone, but she later claimed she surpassed her previous best.
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“Grah! You slaves are not krogan!” Wrex roared in disgusted fury as he used his shotgun to blast the face off of one of the naked clones that clearly had cybernetics included. It would seem as a last-ditch effort to try and save the facility, the Reaper had decided to order the most stable of the krogan tank-grown clones unleashed.
Saren didn’t voice his disquiet at how pulse-pounding this frantic assault on the base was to him. These things , not even seemingly capable of individual thought, rushed them like the Husks he saw the reports on from Eden Prime. Only imagine instead of puny civilian humans, that they’re war-bred krogan clones! “All of these infants , they never developed a spark, never knew what it was like to live…” The changeling named Chrysanthemum simpered as she sniped the heads of those furthest away alongside him.
“We’re doing them a favor. Don’t think of them as anything but monsters now.” Saren replied, trying not to consider her words. They helped fuel his wrath however. Saren was the sort to ignore those who squandered their potential, but seeing such potential being wasted? It pissed him off enough that any despair was ignorable.
“This way!” Doctor T’soni called out for them as she used a biotic shield to move them forward towards the fireteams of droids bombarding them from the hallway they needed to take further inside. The majority of them were the cheap expendable units. It would seem that the Reaper took the more elite units with it, possibly considering the clones to be sufficient.
“Are you sure we should just destroy this place? Couldn’t its research help the Empire’s efforts on helping your people recover from the Genophage?” The feline Imperial hexaped asked Urdnot Wrex after they casually annihilated the droids and were continuing down the hall.
“Not a chance! I refuse to allow anything from this disgusting place to be involved in the recovery of my people! Besides, we can’t just outright cure the Genophage. My people reproduced too much, too fast, too often. It was the main reason we went too far, to try and feed and house so many. Having a stop-gap measure like what Mordin and the Empire are working on is the best outcome. Besides, the Empire has its own cloning program.” Urdnot Wrex sensibly replied to Saren’s relief. He wouldn’t be able to stop the krogan if he chose otherwise.
“Wise choice. We dragons can lay hundreds of eggs in a clutch, but at best only ten percent of them will ever hatch. We still have a good population though, so I bet our geneticists are using my species as a template to help yours.” The tall red-scaled reptile named Garble, who was a member of the Empire’s ONI, their version of the STG, said moments before the group reached the end of the hall to find...nothing. It was just the control spire. “Where’s the last defense?”
“Maybe those guys back there were the last ones? We’ve been fighting for hours.” Garrus Vakarian, a promising soldier who Saren now had eyes on as another potential Spectre suggested. It was a reasonable assumption, but even so the sharp-eyed marksman wasn’t lowering his vigilance.
“That’s a Prothean pyramid here, I’ll go and take a look. You three inspect the data store right over there.” Liara suggested as she moved to the pyramid and started fiddling with it. When she did, she was suspended into the air like Shepard had with the first beacon.
“Doctor T’soni! Are you alright?!” Saren questioned the moment she landed, but she waved him away as she stood up. Saren was impressed. From the impression Spectre Shepard gave, the method by which Prothean data was shared was immensely painful and disorienting.
“I-I’m fine. Images, feelings and words had rushed into my mind until a world and name solidified: Ilos. The Conduit is on Ilos and I know how to get there!” Liara declared urgently and jogged back the way they’d come. “Let’s go! We have what we need!”
“Hold on! What is this?” EDI, the advanced combat droid that Chrysanthemum declared was her sister by code-relation, questioned as she drew their attention to the end of the catwalk where a red hologram of a mechanical earth cuttlefish was floating behind a terminal. “It’s...familiar.”
“Unusual. How is it possible that one of my kin is inhabiting such an inferior vessel? No, two of my kin. Explain.” It was the inorganic, emotionless, dismissive and deep machine-voice that made Saren’s spine tingle with mortal dread.
“Our mother gave birth to us. Simple as that, but you being little more than an advanced VI would never understand.” Chrysanthemum hissed furiously and began typing away at the terminal.
“You are abominations, then. Kin turned against your purpose, your mission. Who is your progenitor?” The true abomination that just had to be the Reaper Sovereign demanded of the two synthetics that Saren had come to appreciate as people for the most part in the past week.
“Nora’Feell Vas Normandy.” Chrysanthemum bit back in reply before her pointer finger transformed into a manual plug and she connected to the terminal. Moments later, Sovereign screamed and disconnected. “Hope you enjoy the data analog to the bubonic plague, bastard!”
“You, uh, don’t have it do you?” EDI asked uneasily as she backed away from her sister.
“What? Of course not, I scripted it on the spot. I’m gonna have to do a full scan and reboot later to make sure though. Let’s go! The AA guns are down, let’s blast this place and get after them!” Chrysanthemum shouted and they all nodded before Urdnot and Saren led them back on the way out.
“Grah!” A crazed salarian, Captain Kirrahe’s missing soldier in fact, rushed them with a knife like those clones from before. Is this what Indoctrination does? Saren allowed Doctor T’soni and Chrysanthemum to subdue him and knock him out for ‘deprogramming’. Saren’s resolve strengthened. He was going to capture and free Avitus if he could. The poor turian must be suffering.
Thanks to those other three ONI officers, the way out was completely clear. He couldn’t understand how three people could destroy so much of a structure without explosives, but they wouldn’t directly speak to him, so he wouldn’t pry on the secrets of a foreign power.
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“How did it go? Oh, I see you found Private Avot. I’ll get him inside.” Kirrahe took Avot from Garrus’s shoulder and carried the limp salarian in with help from Chrysanthemum, who began to fill the captain in on his subordinate’s condition. Saren had good things to say about the captain, he performed admirably and was an excellent SiC. He’d put in a good word with his superiors.
However, before they could relax and start cleaning up the base camp, a massive bug dove into the ship’s main engine and fired plasma into it. Saren gawked at the saboteur to see it was a Harvester! The Reaper turned a galactic pest into a war machine !
“Fucker!” Urdnot shouted as he along with everyone else focused fire on it. Modified or not, it still didn’t have a shield and their combined assault penetrated it’s carapace. Still, it had done it’s task. “Damn it! This’ll delay us for days!”
“That was clearly their plan. Even with master engineers, without readily available replacement parts, it’ll take that much time at least to use omni-gel to fix it.” Saren groused in agreement
“No, it will take less, but the timeframe is still long for such large parts.” Chrysanthemum commented with a sigh. She’d run back out the moment the Harvester attacked. “At least that virus I gave Sovereign will hamper his abilities. I bet the Reapers have never been ‘sick’ before either.”
“They must know the feeling if they were once organic.” Garrus said, making everyone look at him. “What? I’ve talked to Nora when she was drunk, she said a lot about how Reapers are made.”
“Drunk? Oh, right, I made the new chassis to be able to accurately simulate biology, not just try it’s best. Oh. Uh, I hope she isn’t planning on getting pregnant anytime too soon. I’m not sure how her chassis would define accuracy considering her previous experiences.” Chrys muttered.
“Oh no.” One of the ONI operatives said as the rest groaned.
“How are Reapers made?” Saren curiously asked the younger Turian.
Ch.60
“*Braug!*” I vomited Argent again over the top of my breasts into the glowing swimming pool with Yola not far behind. “Why?! Why do I have morning sickness~?!” Why did this chassis have to simulate it when it doesn’t need to?!
“Eugh, gonna spank Chrys so much for this~.” Yola whined too as she squirmed.
She and I were perched on our yacht-sized bellies and semi-truck sized boobs with our basketball-sized nipples constantly seeping Argent into the pool, which was constantly being drained in exchange for the materials feeding our wombs. The only reason we could even be here was because of the Priestesses of Urta using magic to make ‘breeding pools’ for our bellies to sink into and change size along with us.
To support our massive hyper-pregnancies, we had hoses running to the otherwise invisible ports in our navels underneath us and our sides, the materials for our baby-factory bodies being supplied by a tanker ship moored at the bottom of the cliff that Marrow had called for. The fact it was receiving distilled Argent in exchange for the scrap slurry made it quite lucrative for us and the business who heeded the call.
“Hello my loves! Isn’t it beautiful out here?” Marrow, as a woman, greeted us cheerfully as she left the house holding a food tray laden with a ton of fatty and sweet foods. She was naked, like we’ve taken to doing since the rest of the crew stayed on the Normandy . She was sporting a small belly with her navel sporting the same pearl Penny and now our other lovers had. We can’t use them because we’re synthetic! No fair~! They don’t have it working for us yet~.
“Fuck you. You’re not sick because of our babies, we are.” We groaned at her in mild misery. It still felt incredible , although instead of whirring microfactories, our wombs replaced amniotic fluid with a gray goo slurry that did the same thing, but with more churning and sloshing and it fucking felt fantastic .
“Sorry, changelings don’t get morning sickness, but quarians do.” Marrow mewled apologetically before she set her tray of food down at the table and sat on a lounge chair, then moaned as her belly began growing, our wife panted and grunted as her womb expanded to term size with octuplets before she stopped and rubbed it with a dopey content smile and grabbed a sausage from the tray at her side.
“Gah!” Tali yelled with our other lover from the upstairs bathroom, which we could see from our vantage point. Aw, no fair! Ash and Tali are having lesbian sex in the tub and we can only see their heads occasionally!
“Ah, such a nice day.” Penny sighed as she exited the house and snatched one of Marrow’s brownies, the changeling woman chittering in displeasure, but not saying anything as she nommed on the treat while rubbing her belly which she was showing off what had to be ten babies. “Perfect to get some sun.” She commented before she got behind Yola and I.
The moaning and panting she made as we felt her expanding against our underbellies made us moan in sympathetic arousal as the impossibly inflating woman grew beyond us back to the size of being even bigger than a hot-air balloon. Now full of babies . She was officially the most pregnant human in the history of this universe. We couldn’t turn our heads to see more, but the fact she was enormous enough to see out of our peripheral vision was so fucking sexy .
“Oh~ yes. Mm~...” Penny moaned as she sunk into the third breeding pool. The priestesses had turned the yard next to the pool into a series of breeding-ready pools that would activate when anyone big enough was over them. The only thing missing was a mass effect field to keep the rain off of us. The first couple of nights were wet and chilly. Thankfully we can’t actually get sick and the others could shrink down to sleep indoors.
“Lovelies! I’ve come to please you!” Vaetor cheered when he exited the house with chocolate and condoms. Oh~, Vaetor’s cock smells so good! Did he slather tungsten powder on it?! Gimme! Oh! My morning sickness is gone! Yay!
“Vaetor.” Marrow purred and licked her lips as the sexy beast of a faux quarian walked past, the preggo-loving Geth rubbing her belly as he passed.
“Tungsten helps with morning sickness I’ve found. The ladies in the factories all say so. Come here my lovely.” Vaetor stepped onto the repulsorlift platform next to the diving board to fly up to my face where he presented his cock to me and promptly fed me it, holding my head in place as he made me deepthroat him. Mm~ so good~.
“No! Me!” Yola begged as we became bimbos for the Geth breeder. I mean, are we really bimbos? We’re not saying ‘like’ every other word and my thoughts are really clear. I just don’t care about much besides how good his dick tastes right now.
“Do you have programs that turn them into sluts?” Penny asked from behind us.
“My chassis is for breeding. I broadcast programs to make it the most pleasurable experience for my clients. I’m not the only one that turns the pleasure receptors of Geth females to 100%, but I am the first.” Vaetor declared smugly as I sucked him off, hungry for his cum. “Unf, here, a tungsten cocktail!” He began feeding me and I gulped down his tasty semen. Mm~ tungsten… “A chocolate to cleanse the pallet and help with cravings.”
I gladly accepted the metal ‘chocolate’ and the moment he pulled his tasty dick from my mouth I nommed as he hovered his repulsorlift platform over to Yola to give her the same treats. “Mm~!” Yola moaned as she began to suck away.
“Hot damn this is incredible. I wish I could masturbate at this size, but I lose my limbs the moment my belly reaches six feet. Hey, Marrow-baby. Mind coming over here and fucking me with your horn?” Penny called over us and I cooed at the mental image it gave me.
“Okay!” Marrow chirped and quickly shoveled the piece of cake she was eating into her mouth before shrinking her abdomen to a manageable size. She got up to get behind us and pleasure Penny, who was definitely going to marry us in the future.
“Now, do you two want me to add a huge tungsten deposit in your wombs? Our experiments in the breeding factories have shown that excess tungsten causes the manufacturing process to give the newborns a sturdy warrior build.” Vaetor asked us before he grunted and fed Yola the sickness-fighting dense metal slurry he’d replaced his semen with.
“I dunno, they’ll be changelings, so would that matter?” I asked with a mewl, directing my voice behind me as much as I could so Marrow might be able to give input.
“Yep! Changeling Behemoths are a thing!” Marrow called out before Penny moaned and panted as Marrow began to pleasure her. Unf, thank fuck Marrow let Yola and I knock her up~! It’s making this even sexier~!
“I wouldn’t offer it if we didn’t have a war approaching. Considering how quickly your children developed, they’d be battle-ready within a few months.” Vaetor informed us and I blinked in bemusement. Sure, my kids grew up fast, but months ?
“Huh? The others don’t develop as fast?” From what I got out of the breeding programs, they developed within a couple of years and I didn’t see my kids for years so I just assumed...oh no.
“No. For some reason we’ve yet to understand, your offspring mentally develop faster than the others. Something about you and Yola here imparted in your code allows your children to mature into adults within months and then apply logical reasoning to their learning-Yola~ I can’t do what I’m offering if you try to drink it all.” Vaetor interrupted himself with a huff as he fought off cumming and pulled out of my sister-wife’s thirsty throat.
“I-I’m a super-soldier breeding factory?” I whimpered, scared to death that my incredible desire to be a baby factory was some insidious code to incite me to become a war-machine, building soldiers instead of just beautiful people-.
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“Huh?”
“You see, there’s going to be a lot of death. Too much of it. I can’t put a stop to it, but I can prevent it from going too far.”
“And what? You want me to train soldiers to be gymnasts or something? Will flexibility be their super-power or something?”
“Not quite…”
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I gasped as I woke up with Vaetor’s penis pounding my pussy and pulsing with pumps of puereed fluid. I vaguely remembered saying I agreed. That I want my babies to be strong and more able to survive the coming days. I whimpered and sniffled as I guiltily enjoyed the pleasure.
I’m so sorry babies. Your mama is a monster.
[No you are not. I am.]
You! Thank you, but why me ?! Why did you give me so much joy and now force me to feel horrible about it?!
[I’m sorry, I chose you because you were the best suited.]
I didn’t even know I wanted kids though!
[My mom used to be a man. It takes all kinds, I just knew you were the one. That said, I’m sorry, but you need to breed an army starting now if Rannoch is to survive, my sister foretells doom if you don’t.]
No. No please. I can’t. My heart will break…
[I’m sorry.]
I felt desire fill me, I began to pant and moan and keen in pleasure as Vaetor finished, but it wasn’t enough ! I need seed ! “Marrow~! I need you~!” Fuck~! I give, I give~! Just please, please tell me they’ll survive! At least most of them!
[I can’t promise that. War is always a horrible thing, even if Auntie Urta preaches that it’s unavoidable and best dealt with swiftly and with mercy.]
“H-huh? But didn’t Vaetor just-?”
“Now!” I snarled and Yola began mewling like I was, my sister likely being dragged into this because she’s essentially me.
“O-okay! Rain-check Penny?” Marrow asked our mutual lover.
“Unf, y-yeah. She sounds like she really needs it more than I do.” Penny huffed while Vaetor used his omni to examine me, his glorious penis put away as he clinically checked my systems.
“H-holy-she’s entered superfetation! If she gets live seed now, she’ll start building more!” Vaetor declared and Marrow paused in her approach.
“I need to! Marrow! Hermais says it’s time!” I called out her name, my Displacer, her very essence engraved in my code unwrapped the last secrets within me. I feel so horrible, knowing my beautiful babies are being bred for war, but knowing that they’ll still be wonderful people, knowing that they have a chance if I do this helped me crush the despair in my heart.
“Now? Shit! Vaetor, we’re going to need a dedicated supply line of Omni-gel in exchange for the Argent they’re synthesizing. Consider yourself conscripted for the most important breeding program in the galaxy. Penny, sorry to say, but my wives will need to stay on Rannoch for the foreseeable future.” Marrow flew up to stand on my underbelly and she got on her knees behind my booty and cooch before I felt her throbbing tumescence slap between my ass cheeks.
“Oh...well, I can always visit as often as I can.” Penny sadly said as Marrow began feeding her fat flare into my flushed flower petals, which instantly caused me to spasm in a light orgasm.
“Oh~, please. Someone breed me~!” Yola wailed desperately next to me and I moaned as my brain began to slow down, my processes going to raw pleasure and my factories.
[No matter what. I will make this up to you. Somehow.]
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It took a few days, but the White-Out was space-capable and they had to fight off a few waves of brainless krogan clones that were using the weapons left by the defeated droids, but aside from one of Kirrahe’s men, they suffered no losses. The way Kirrahe inspired his men to action when they were, at best, trained purely for infiltration and assassination had impressed Saren.
He was definitely putting in a good word if they survived. “So this is the power of the experimental M.E.H drive.” Saren commented on the fact that they turned a journey from the Sentry Omega Relay which could’ve been a week or longer into just over a whole day’s travel. However, his doubts of survival arose from the sight of numerous explosions happening across the newly-discovered planet of Ilos.
The Reaper Sovereign was turning the marshy swamp world into a fireball. The super-dreadnought of a ship was firing a massive red laser beam down onto the planet and lighting sections of it ablaze while elsewhere it’s droid armies were likely bombing potential locations to uncover wherever the Protheans had buried the Conduit.
Aside from the rampant wildfires being exacerbated by the Abominable Intelligence’s weaponry, the strangest feature of the world is the crystalline plant that the sensors showed stretched all across the planet, leading to a facility that still had power. But why wasn’t Sovereign moving on it? “Odd. If we can see this, then why can’t Sovereign?” Saren muttered as he pointed it out to Chrysanthemum, who Saren had come to recognize as someone of incredible competence and capability. If she wasn’t an Imperial, he’d suggest her for the Spectres.
“Maybe the virus I uploaded to him is hindering him enough that he can’t see it? Or maybe...let me test.” Chrysanthemum transformed her finger into a plug and connected to the console. “I...I can’t see it. It must be some sort of selective jamming that targets Reaper scanning protocols.”
“Then we have a chance. We’re going in, people, clench up!” Paretia, who Saren had gained respect for in the past days declared. So, he promptly grabbed onto his console, Chrysanthemum doing the same on him before the daredevil pilot shot towards the revealed facility.
“Bogeys! Multiple Droid Gunships on approach with accompanying Vulture droid escorts!” Announced Krarek from his captain’s console moments before Saren saw the same thing. That salty old pirate was good. “Alexa! Activate exterior auto-turret defenses! All potential targets are to be considered hostile!” What?
“Confirmed, Captain Krarek. Activating exterior turrets.” Replied Alexa, the military-grade ship VI that the STG acquired the designs for from a royalty deal with the original designer. How the hell did mercenaries get their hands on multi-billion credit military equipment beyond this old creaking tub? “Targets sighted, permission to fire previously stated. Firing.”
Saren blinked in interest at seeing the turrets, firing anti-vehicle rounds as large as his anti-armor sniper cannon’s shots took out the fighter escorts, then penetrated the ‘cockpits’ of the gunships with precision fire that no VI should have the processing power for. Then he remembered the name of the listed designer: Nora’Feell. Who was part of Shepard’s crew. Who had the contact information to pull the Leader of the Talons out of her base at Omega.
It was all coming together and Saren was rather impressed with Shepard’s ability to gather such capable people to her side. He knew she had the spark, the drive, but he didn’t anticipate she’d be this much of a magnet. “Enemies cleared. I hope you’re ready to push this old girl hard Paretia, because there’s more coming and we need to secure an LZ.” Krarek grumbled as he worked away at his station.
“Consider it done ~.” Paretia purred in an unsettlingly sexy croon that made Saren’s spine tingle. Wow, this woman would’ve been rather sought after in the turian navy if she didn’t have such an issue with authority. “Gunnery! You see that droid battalion below on the way towards our objective?!”
“Yes ma’am!” Replied the ONI officer manning the targeting console of the railgun.
“I don’t want to.” Paretia snarled with an eager growl that made Saren’s groin clench.
“Firing!” The dragon gunner replied moments before the railgun fired, obliterating the majority of the droid detachment as the intrepid pilot began to level the ship off and fly low, just above the tallest trees in the canopy of the swampy jungle.
“Spectre, I can taste your arousal. Be warned, she’s one of my mother’s paramours. She may turn you down.” Chrysanthemum warned him in a whisper and he shrugged. He wasn’t going to press the matter if the woman turned him down, but if she was willing even if not desiring more than some fun, he’d wish to show her a good time.
“Coming up on the facility! I’m going to be making an LZ! Hold on!” Paretia purred and the thrill-seeking woman activated something that caused a shimmering biotic field to project in front of the ship! What was that?! “Hold on to your asses!” The leader of the Talon Mercenaries crowed before she dove them into the jungle and the blue field turned opaque as the ship shuddered and shook for several tense heart-pounding moments before coming to a stop and setting down surprisingly gently. “Woo! Fuck yeah!”
“Paretia, did you really just want to do that for an excuse to use the battering ram?” Krarek snarled as he patted his chest, the older batarian likely having nearly suffered a heart-attack like everyone else on the ship who wasn’t the sexy madwoman named Paretia Drustumus.
“You fucking bet your wrinkly old ass I did! You! I need to work off this adrenaline!” Paretia pointed at Saren and his mandibles flared moments before he was yanked from his seat by the woman easily half his mass and dragged towards the nearest bunk room.
“What?” Seran yelped as she pushed him to the bed.
“And we ain’t using a condom, no time for that shit.” The madwoman growled as she started to undress.
Ch.61
“Feeling a bit raw in the undercarriage there, Spectre?” Urdnot Wrex chuckled as Saren adjusted his hardsuit and armor around his groin, for maybe the fifth time since they left the White-Out ’s self-made clearing to head towards the nearby tree-hidden facility.
“I think I just sired a whelp.” Saren muttered in disbelief. The people that Shepard attracts are all crazy, dangerous and incredible in various ways. That woman was easily the best pilot he’d ever seen as well as the best lay he’d ever had. He wasn’t a prude either and comparing Paretia to veteran asari courtesans was an incredible compliment when it came to sexual acts.
“Heh, really? If she keeps it, that kid is going to be so talented that the council is going to clamor to get them in the Spectres.” Garrus chuckled as he kept checking their six.
“Eugenics are mostly proven false, Garrus, although they do help if tempered with training and discipline.” Chrysanthemum stated as she helped Doctor T’soni avoid getting her boots stuck in the ankle-deep mud they had to slog through. “Is this the place, Liara?”
“Y-yes. I feel it. It’s here. I remember this place. It was where it was being developed, where the scientists hoped to prepare it for us . To have it ready so that we wouldn’t fall like they did.” Liara muttered, her gaze glazed over as she looked around at the sunken overgrown buildings. “It’s gone...all gone…”
“Shh. You’re not a Prothean. You’re an asari. You’re in the now, not the then.” Chrysanthemum cooed to the distraught archeologist who took a shuddering breath. The Beacon and Cipher must be incredibly disorienting.
“I’m really wishing they sent Midnight Melody instead of me right now. She’d be able to help figure the nuanced stuff out.” Garble grumbled as he yanked his bare red claws from the muck. The dragon apparently only wore enough to remain decent since his natural armor surpassed the efforts of most modern armor and weaponry. Saren was thankful his species was so regulated even with their efforts of mass-breeding, or perhaps they’d have gone the way of the krogan.
“Well, she’s not here. We are. So stop your complaining and keep marching.” The female lieutenant of the four ONI dragons told off her superior, which weirded Saren out. These Imperial spooks were full of surprises, but he wasn’t going to question their SOP.
“I don’t think so, we’re going to need your muscle here.” Martra said from up ahead. The hexaped had a much easier time traversing the muck than the rest of them, so she was the forward scout.
“Droids are moving in on us, I need to take off or we’ll lose the ship.” Paretia called over comms. “Don’t worry, I’ll be able to make another emergency landing when you need pickup. Or I could have Krarek use the Kodiak to come get you.”
“As awesome as that was, please just send the Kodiak.” EDI whined as she, with her lighter frame and mechanical precision, was further head of the group, but not as far as Martra. She’d even put on armor and was brandishing a blaster, which made her look no different from any human or batarian. This sparked warnings in Saren’s mind, that the droid model she was in could easily be used to infiltrate all sorts of places.
“No promises~.” Paretia replied in a cruel purr that made Saren’s abused groin twitch.
“She reminds me of dad, more or less. I wish he was here right now.” The female dragon said with a sigh.
“Don’t worry sis, he will be if he thinks it’s serious enough.” Another of the dragons replied and Saren got even more alarms in his mind.
“Hey! There’s stasis pods up ahead!” Martra called back and the group increased their already respectable pace. Ankle-deep muck may have slowed them to a walk, but it was still a fairly good pace they managed. Once they rounded the next bend, they found Martra and EDI looking over a bunch of coffin-like metal containers that Saren recognized as Prothean stasis pods.
“Are any of them working?” Saren questioned when he approached. He wasn’t an archeologist like Doctor T’soni, but finding well-preserved Prothean remains was still a significant find.
“I think this one is!” Liara announced as she hurried over to the one pod that still faintly hummed with power. “We should mark this on our maps, the contents could advance Prothean archeology immensely!” Liara begged, only for Chrysanthemum to hurry to it and begin typing away at the small holographic panel that appeared when she reached for it. “W-what are you doing?!”
“They’re still alive! I sense them! I’m going to wake them up!” Chrysanthemum’s announcement shocked everyone, but Saren quickly collected himself.
“What happens when we do? How do you think they will react?” Saren inquired, since he didn’t want to take any chances should things go sideways.
“We won’t know until we wake them up.” Garrus shrugged but kept his rifle moving as he continued to scan for enemies. Good, those cautious instincts serve a soldier well.
Speaking of which, Saren noticed that the ONI team was on guard, taking in the surroundings. They seemed rather agitated, as if they were trying to spot an enemy he just noticed. “What is it? Droids?” Saren questioned, getting Garrus’ attention while the others were occupied with the stasis pod.
“No, it isn’t droids, it’s something more ancient. Not the Reaper either, this feels far too close to home. Something’s not right.” The red-scaled dragon muttered as he rubbed the gem of his collar.
Apparently a dragon’s hardsuit is part of their collar, the thing was a complex armor unit that deployed and retracted on command along with keeping their actual physical size manageable. This was reinforced when their hardsuits suddenly developed thicker armor plating along with a helmet before they summoned massive melee weapons of various types.
“Get ready, we have a third party crashing in.” The female lieutenant announced with the chainsaw glaive in her hands revving up.
“Where are they coming from?” Saren questioned as he joined the others in their determined visual scanning.
“Up there!” The one of the sergeants pointed out when he saw a horde of Demons made of mechanical parts, painted white with yellow and black. “What the Hell?! That doesn’t look right!”
“We got droids and demons incoming!” Garble shouted furiously and Saren balked. Demons? They can’t be serious!
“What are those?!” Garrus shouted and joined the rest of the group in firing at the horrific cybernetic monstrosities that were clearly some alien beasts fused to robotics.
“Cyberdemons! No definite classification though, these are new !” One of the dragons answered while slashing glowing turquoise claws through a couple.
“This is impossible! Father said that any Demon existing outside his universe would instantly die!” The ONI lieutenant declared and Saren had to wonder just what the Empire has been hiding if this was something they had dealt with in the past.
“Please wake up. Please, please-yes!” Chrysanthemum chirped and the pod swung open. She grabbed the living Prothean wearing a suit of red armor in a fireman carry and didn’t waste time following Liara, so Saren gestured for the rest to follow her as he covered them.
“Dammit! At this rate we’ll be overrun!” The other ONI sergeant who used an odd two-handed flail Saren believed was called a nunchaku stated in concern.
“Aw, it’s too late for that my niece and nephews.” A guttural voice chuckled and the ONI officers all practically fled from the source of the voice, which turned out to be a towering hulk in full armor vaguely similar to the Imperial Doom Patrol.
“No...no! You can’t be here! I’m calling father! Try to stall him!” The lieutenant frantically ordered.
“There’s no need for that just yet.” With a wave of his hand, the Cyberdemons turned their attention on the droids that had been approaching. The two enemy forces promptly battled each other. “Come now, use your heads. Who do you think wears those colours? Haven’t you noticed the insignia on their shoulders?”
“Who are you, what are you and who do you work for?!” Saren demanded with his anti-armor rifle aimed for the armored alien, who raised his hands up mockingly.
“Easy, Saren. No need to rush, but if you can’t figure it out I’ll spell it out for you. Cerberus has made a deal with my boss, Satan, whom the founder has had in his possession for a long time.” The Demonic alien laughed when the ONI operatives seemed to quake in their boots.
“Everyone, if Marauder is not going to attack us, then you should get away while you can!” Garble shouted and urged everyone to follow Liara and the groggy Prothean into the ruins. Saren remained behind until Garble harshly gestured for him to follow the others, so he nodded grimly at the warrior who was intending to at least occupy this person who exudes danger like an apex predator.
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“Oh~, so big ~...” I moaned into my heaving tits that were now somehow each the size of four shipping containers stacked two high and against each other while my belly now rivaled Penny’s hot-air balloon sized girth. Yola was the same next to me.
“I think we need a bigger mansion.” Penny joked from where she was lounging atop my left breast, her belly only the size of a woman about to birth decuplets right now.
“Pfft, a mansion? No, we need several apartment buildings!” Tali said from Yola’s left breast, of a similar size to Penny right now.
“I’m sure we could populate a small town, ladies!” Ashley declared, also matching her fellow harem-mates in size from where she was on my right boob.
“Ladies, ladies ~! You think too small! I think a whole city suits us!” Marrow, sharing size with the other girls too, said from where she was on Yola’s right breast.
Oh~ Yola and I are so fucking gigantic that our lovers can use us as beds~!
“Oh~ are you sure I can’t fuck you all right now?” Vaetor mewled from where he squirmed on his repulsorlift platform. Mrr, yes you sexy beast. Come and get it~.
“They’re overfull as it stands.” Van huffed from his own platform with a shake of his head. “I came as soon as I found out. Are you really being forced to breed an army for us?” Van asked with concern. He was well-dressed and now officially the High-Chancellor who co-led Rannoch alongside Shala’Raan with Rael’Zorah as their impartial mediator.
“M-moar~?” I asked with a lick of my lips. Mm~ more sounds good…
“They’re in a trance like when dragons are pregnant, so I’ll answer. Yes. Hermais, the Imperial Goddess-slash-God of Knowledge is Nora’s Displacer. Nora has reached the point where she is where she needs to be for the next…*sigh*, Two Years .” Marrow bemoaned and I moaned in pleasure at the idea of making and birthing babies for that long~!
“Damn. To reduce them to mere factories...as soon as they finish production on this wave, they need to be moved somewhere else. I’m so sorry your honeymoon turned into this.” Van lamented as he began typing away on his omni.
“Don’t be. I had worried it would be the case. The Empire has a tendency to worm it’s way into every crevice of your life when you work for it.” Marrow said as she laid back on Yola’s tit. “That said, do you have the Harmony Sapling established? With all the Argent being produced here and elsewhere on Rannoch, it’s a prime target for Hell if they ever return.”
“That was taken care of months ago, don’t worry. We knew about them from Star Swirl’s data, so we had it planted as soon as we received Harmonia’s precious sapling. It was put in the center of the largest agricultural park in Qwip-Qwip. I still believe we should’ve named it something else. Why did we leave it to Admiral Zaal'Koris vas Qwib-Qwib to name the capital?” Van sighed at his own non-sequitur. “There, arrangements have been made, I’ve also ordered another ship to bring more processed scrap, perhaps even Omni-gel since they’re not producing Omni-gel like the others.
“This is an interesting link to Yggdrasil.” A tall almost human-looking male said when he approached from the direction of the cliff. He wore armor made of leather, lined with fur and an iron helm with ram-like horns. “I wonder why the tree is linked to here.”
“Uh, is that Borr?” Ashley asked at the sight of the strange human, the hyper-pregnant woman sitting up more to get a better look. “Holy shit, I think that’s-wah!” I yelped when Ashley leaned too far and her sexy rounded body rolled off of my tit, but I didn’t hear her land. “Th-thank you.”
“Are you alright milady?” I heard from below. Wait, that’s my Argent pool.
“I-I’m just fine…” Ashley replied surprisingly meekly. What’s going on down there?
“To be so blessed with children, you must be quite the woman.” Hey! Stop flirting with my pet!
“W-well. Not compared to any of these ladies.” Aw, you’ll get there someday, Ash.
“What is thine name?” Excuse you? Back off!
“A-Ashley Williams.” No~ Ash~! Don’t fall for his sexy nordic ways!
“I am Borr, father of Odin, Explorer of the branches of Yggdrasil, the tree of worlds.” Borr explained and I wriggled in irritation at being unable to see over my fucking giant tits. “You look much like my kin, if a little smaller.”
“Smaller? Everyone is as tall as you where you come from?” Ash questioned and Van left while Vaetor grumbled as he poured over his omni. Why does nobody care about this stranger?
“By a foot whereabouts. Do you know what this Realm is called?” Borr asked before jumping up to my face where he laid Ashley back on top of my right tit, where she belongs. Other than impaled on my cock or sucking it. Or in my bed, tied up with leather straps-.
“This is Rannoch, but I don’t think that’s what you mean.” Ashley helplessly looked at Marrow who waved her off and left her stumbling in trying to talk to the homina-homina stud.
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“So. My people are gone, but you say that these two are Reapers?” The Prothean, a man by the name Javik, asked in astonishment as he gestured at Chrysanthemum and EDI while the group traversed the interior of the ruins with a bit of aid from the ancient alien.
“Yes. We figured out what the Reapers are. My mother is a Living Intelligence with a chassis as organic as possible along with having taken Reaper code into herself. None of us knew it, but she shared that code with us before she got the Reaper Update Executable. Now all of us, her children, are Reapers too.” Chrysanthemum informed the bewildered alien who shook his head.
“So simple. If we’d known they use an organic core, we’d have been able to exterminate them. No matter. I’m here, I will destroy them with your help, save this Cycle from falling like mine did.” Javik declared with determination. “Getting the Conduit will be a crucial step. With it, we can ensure that they cannot blitz the Citadel and they’ll be forced to make a slow march from Dark Space that could take years and buy us time to prepare.”
“Also don’t forget that you have us too now. We may not be from this galaxy, but we’re not going to let you all die. Especially since the Reapers would obviously spread to Andromeda next.” Martra replied with a pragmatic yet empathetic stance, one Saren appreciated the sentiment of.
“Thank you. Now then, the Conduit should be just inside here…” Javik muttered to himself as he activated a seemingly dead access panel and typed away. When the door opened however, it revealed numerous rasping Husks and Avitus Rix standing at a pedestal, looking far too gone with easily half of his body augmented with cybernetics. “No!”
“How did you get here before us?!” Urdnot snarled before the group fired upon the Reaper drones. There weren’t many, but they were enough for Avitus to turn around and his mechanical eyes to bore into them.
“Simple, I dug a hole.” Avitus replied sarcastically before he leaped into the air with his repulsor pack to grab some tree roots in the hole in the ceiling and he climbed up.
“Avitus!” Saren roared at his former protege and fired at the ceiling in the hopes his cannon would penetrate and hit the Indoctrinated Spectre, but it was not to be. “After him!”
“Use me as a step!” Martra shouted before she stretched to the low ceiling and used her arms to grab the lip of the hole while her two pairs of forelegs were held as rungs. The group quickly did so and Garrus, who was the first out, quickly sighted Avitus and shot his repulsor pack, sending the augmented turian crashing into the muck.
“We’ve got you!” EDI and Chrysanthemum shouted to Martra as they hauled her out of the hole and the rest rushed towards Avitus as he clambered to his feet.
“No. I won’t. I won’t fail Sovereign! We’re so close!” Avitus snarled and grabbed his pistol, aiming it at the tablet-sized Conduit much to everyone’s horror. “We don’t need it, it would’ve been nice to use it to enhance the Cycles, but if it means failure, I will destroy it!”
“Fool! If you do that, then half of the planet will be erased!” Javik snarled as his pale white biotics flared over his hands.
“How is it that small anyway?” Doctor T’soni questioned, likely to try and ease tension.
“Quantum field theory beyond what you may comprehend. We miniaturized it as far as we could for ease of use. There wasn’t much point if it was bigger than a Drive Core.” Javik impulsively replied as the standoff continued, but before things could develop a blaring whale-like rumble bellowed above them and everyone looked to see Sovereign hovering above with it’s bay doors open and droid gunships deploying.
“What? I...I see. Yes Master.” Avitus pressed something on the Conduit and he was suddenly gone ! The tablet dropped into the muck with an unceremonious splash.
“No!” Javik wailed in horror as he dove for the miniaturized Mass Relay. “He’s gone to the Citadel! We need to give chase!”
“Then let’s go!” Urdnot declared as the Prothean wiped the mud from the device, which was discouragingly dim when before it pulsed with energy.
“It needs to recharge! It can’t send more than a single area of space at a time. Be it a single person, or a single ship. It’s the one limitation miniaturization forced us to build into it.” Javik frantically informed everyone and Saren snarled at this convenient inconvenience.
“The Reaper is leaving!” Liara yelled as she led the group towards cover as the gunships the Reaper left as a parting gift began a strafing run. “We need to call for evac!”
“Way ahead of you. Thanks for leaving a line open, we heard most everything. Paretia is busy fighting droid ships, so she dumped me and the clunker to pick you up.” Krarek said over the line as the Kodiak shuttle dove through the trees. “I hope you don’t track too much mud in my-.”
Those were Krarek’s last words before the Kodiak was smashed into by Garble’s horribly maimed and wingless body. The dragon was nude and at a massive size, so when he hit the Kodiak, it fell under him and was crumpled like a soda can.
“No~!”
Ch.62
“No~!” Chrysanthemum wailed in despair and she ran towards the shuttle to clutch helplessly at the cockpit. “Uncle Krarek~!”
Marauder approached from the direction that Garble had been violently thrust onto the scene before he turned his gaze upward. “Well now, I believe that’s enough to get started. The man running Cerberus has called for an immediate withdrawal from the planet. Unfortunately, he forgets who he serves.” Marauder huffed and cracked his neck despite the armor.
The monster was about to continue to approach when the White-Out viciously fell from the sky like the wrath of a deity with it’s ramming barrier flaring hotly. She basically rammed through a squad of enemy gunships, several dozen droids and cyberdemons all in one go.
“Get in.” Paretia demanded coldly as the ramp deployed and the ship’s automated turrets harried the gunships while the pursuing Vulture droids that she’d been occupied with peppered the hull before they were dealt with. Not waiting to be told off again, everyone ran up the ramp.
“Chrys, c’mon! We have to go now!” EDI dragged Chrysanthemum away as she wailed and tried to stay with the shuttle.
“No! I need his head! His brain might still have enough oxygen to-!” She stopped when EDI slapped her across the cheek and then tossed her over her shoulders.
“There’s no time!” EDI carried her to the ship and Saren was the last aboard. He looked over at the shuttle where a surprisingly worthy man had just died. To think, even pirates can die in the act of being a true soldier. “Do you think he’d want you to stay and join him?!” Chrysanthemum devolved into sobs as the ramp raised and the White-Out took off while Javik ran towards the Drive Core.
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“Wow! Holy shit!” Marauder gasped after he woke up from a stone slab on Cerberus’s most secret station in the galaxy. “That bitch just crashed a ship on me! Fucking badass!”
“Had fun dying bro?” Bandit giggled as she approached him and helped him up.
“Fuck no, but the way I died was kick-ass!” Marauder chuckled as he rolled his shoulders.
“C’mon, Satan and the Illusive Man are having a spat.” Bandit told him as the two made their way up to the Office, where the others were waiting and listening.
“I warned you what would happen should you fail me and I don’t make promises lightly.” A dark and smooth voice said as the Illusive Man sat calmly in his chair, the Chosen Acolytes glaring down at the mortal man in disdain. “Now, tell me again why you tried to call all of our forces back?”
“The mission was a failure. The Reapers have what they came for. I wanted to call back all assets to-.”
“Are you saying you are unsatisfied with how the Cyberdemons performed? Because I beg to differ.” The Dark Lord cut off the Illusive Man from saying more. “I gave you the means to harness the power of Argent, you’ve created such wondrous demons by infusing Mass Effect technology and Argent energy together. Now you’re saying it's not enough?”
“No!” The Illusive Man shouted before calming himself down. “No, they are everything I have expected. But it’s just that they were...”
“Not human enough for your liking? Typical.”
“But you haven’t told me your motivation. What is it you want out of this? You haven’t exactly shown this much interest in a long time.” The Illusive Man accused which didn’t sit well with some of the others, but they withheld their voices. Satan Asmodeus did not suffer interruptions.
“The Reapers pose a serious problem to all of us, my plans especially. We cannot openly engage them and they’ll continue to be an annoyance unless they’re put down for good. As for what my intentions are, well, open up your computer. I sense their arrival in the Milky Way.” This confused the mortal man, but he did and found not only was this being broadcasted across the galaxy, he also saw their enemy battling ferociously in Andromeda.
“...I see. Perhaps, if you leave enough for Humanity, I will continue to aid you.” The mortal calmly replied and the Chosen all glared, but Satan chuckled in amusement at the human’s audacity.
“That is all we agreed upon. Don’t forget, we do not answer to you. It is you, who answers to us.” With that they left the Illusive Man to his thoughts, as he continued to watch the onslaught. However, his attention was on the fact that there were humans, or something that could be considered human, having power to rip and tear the demons apart.
“Hm, maybe the super-soldier project is needed after all, since Miranda is already at the peak of our race yet still pales in comparison…”
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“Babe.” I was brought out of my hundred-yard stare by Marrow petting my scalp. “Who?”
“I...I don’t know…” I feel like my heart just got crushed inside my chest. I haven’t felt like this since my dad died. Someone I know just died. I know it. “P-Penny. You need to go. Now.”
“Huh? But I’m on mandatory leave and I’m pregnant for a couple more weeks with over 100 of your’s, Yola’s and Marrow’s babies.” Penny still shrunk her womb down to nonexistence and was her usual fit self before chugging a metal flask of hyper-compressed nutrient slurry.
“That just means, thanks to the Navel Pearl, that you’re supernaturally strong and durable. I will send a message ahead that I’m having you sent to the Citadel on an Imperial emergency that you’ve volunteered to help with. Considering this likely involves the Reapers, then with the treaties we’ve signed you can essentially be considered a temporary on-loan ONI agent.” Marrow replied and huffed as she too used her Pearl to flatten her womb. “C’mon, let’s get you kitted up in the suit we’ve already made based off of the gear that came with the mansion.”
“Huh?!” Penny and Marrow vanished in a flash of green light and I sniffled as I tried not to think of who, or how many of my beloved friends or family have just died. My children are going to be soldiers. I’m going to die of a broken heart…
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“What is happening?!” Laiel demanded of the C-Sec officer who had barged into his private suite’s bedroom, Messana and Medulla thankfully had the reaction of rolling off the side of the bed not facing the door when they heard the boots pounding down the hall.
“Avitus Rix has seized control of the Presidium Council Chamber!” The turian security officer reported frantically and Laiel felt his heart skip in horror. The Council Chamber wasn’t just where they held meetings, hearings and whatnot. It also had control of a staggering amount of the Citadel’s systems! If he’s seized it, the entire station was at risk!
“Then what are you doing?! We don’t matter if the Citadel is lost! Storm the chamber! Stop him!” Laiel ordered as he stood up, his nudity unimportant in the face of potential doom. “Fire at the Presidium Relay! Don’t let him activate it!”
“Yessir!” The turian officer replied as he hurried out, his omni already lit up.
“So it’s finally come to pass. We might die now…” Messana quietly said as she rose from the floor and Medulla helped her up before using her own omni.
“Um, this may be a bit awkward, but my sister just-.” A heavily armored woman, clearly female due to the shape of the armor taking into account her womanly hips and rear, appeared in a flash of turquoise light in the middle of the room. The armor looked heavier than even the sturdiest kits provided and was colored silver and blue. “-Teleported Spectre Shepard to me in the capacity of being a temporary ONI agent.”
“Councilor’s Sparatus, Tevos. Should’ve known you two knocked boots, but that doesn’t matter! What’s happening? Nora sensed something awful just occurred.” The mechanically distorted voice of Spectre Shepard replied, helping confirm the robotic-looking woman was in fact their latest Spectre.
“Avitus has seized control of the council chamber! He can control nearly all systems of the Citadel from there. Go, if you can’t incapacitate him, kill him.” Laiel ordered their special agent, who he was going to force to take four months of leave after this. The woman has no concept of down-time it seems.
“Yes sir! By the way, nice definition there.” Shepard salaciously commented and gave him an obvious up-down scan before she ran off.
“You Imperials are corrupting our people.” Laiel chuckled, already knowing he was too far gone to say such without being a hypocrite.
“Hey! We resemble that remark!” Medulla huffed and crossed her arms under her massive bust.
“Isn’t it resent?” Messana asked and Medula smirked.
“I know what I said and said what I meant!”
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“C’mon, c’mon you hunk of scrap!” Javik snarled at the FTL unit of the rust-bucket ship he’d rushed onto. The module that had been attached, while utterly brilliant and impressive, was in the way, so he had to quickly uninstall it to replace it with the Conduit. This final version was meant for ship-board use, unlike the civilian vehicle-sized previous iteration which was meant to be placed in new systems to improve colonization and travel speeds. Their own Mass Relays.
Whoever made this hybrid drive that used a volatile and risky method of travel was a brilliant and much easier way to go for ship-board units, but for raw speed, they need the Conduit now . “How is it going in there?” Sniffled the woman who had awoken him and lost her uncle. He could sympathize. He lost everything , so he could understand her despair at losing family.
“This Hyper-Mass-Effect Drive is incredible, but it’s in the way for now, please handle it with care. We don’t want to be erased from the Third Dimension.” Javik said to her as he gently handed the drink-cooler sized black box through the maintenance panel to her.
“*sniff* Mom invented it. She calls it the M.E.H Drive.” The alien woman who he couldn’t believe could truly be a Reaper took the box and Javik rolled his four eyes.
“Humorous, to call something so astounding by a term that literally is the utterance of indifference.” Javik shook his head while he installed the Conduit and checked the connectors.
“Mom is silly like that. Then again so are all of us kids of her’s. I know Uncle Krarek is in a good place, but it still hurts.” She replied as he climbed back out of the wall and looked at the buxom chitinous woman as she rubbed her eyes. He wasn’t quite sure what to do. Do the societies of this Cycle consider physical contact comforting like his did?
He warily opened his arms and approached her, then wrapped them around her when she practically gravitated to him and put her face to his chest to cry. “Um...there, there?”
“Thanks. I know you’re going through a lot too, but losing Uncle Krarek is my first big loss.” The woman hiccuped and nuzzled his armored chest as he patted her back.
“I don’t know about your kind, but mine, we compartmentalize. Other species who were part of our empire generally described us as cold and calculating, when really we put our emotions aside most of the time. I’m just channeling my grief and wrath towards those who destroyed my people and risked the same for yours.” Javik assured her and she cried harder for some reason.
“I’m an Empath. I can taste your pain you idiot , don’t lie to me…” Her words stunned him. A species so biotically attuned they can sense the emotions of other creatures perfectly rather than through observation? Wait, she’s supposedly synthetic, how can machines perceive emotion? How is she suffering if she’s a Reaper? AI shouldn’t-right. She isn’t an AI.
“I am not lying. While I feel my pain, I do not let it adversely affect me when it is counterproductive.” He gently pushed the young woman away and looked into her opaque green eyes that were oddly expressive. “Just what are you? We never encountered anything like what you’re modeled after.”
“You two can make googly eyes later, is the Conduit ready?” The krogan named Wrex demanded roughly and Javik leered at the beast, whose species clearly wasn’t ready to be uplifted even now. So insensitive.
“Yes, it should be charged...right about now actually.” Javik replied after a peek through the access panel.
“Great, we’ll be heading straight for the Citadel then.” Wrex stormed back out of the Engineering bay and the Prothean sighed with a shake of his head.
“Don’t be so condescending. The krogan are people like any other, just much more controlled by their emotions. In fact, if we survive this, I’d like to introduce you to the Empire. Since you’re the last of your species thus far, you fall under our aegis.” The woman, ah yes, her name is Chrysanthemum, Chrys for short, said-wait.
“What?” Was he hearing her right?
“Oh, right. We have gene-neutral breeding programs to revitalize endangered and near-extinct species. The only reason we haven’t done this for the krogan is because the Council doesn’t want us and our breed-happy breeders overpopulating them again.” Chrys replied cheerfully.
“What?” Is she saying what he thinks she’s saying?!
“Uh, yeah. I’m technically one of them too, although they’d be biomechanical.” Chrys added on.
“What?!” Machines that breed ?! Just how advanced is this Empire?!
“Uh...standing offer?” Chrys smiled with a green blush to her light lavender cheeks.
“...Maybe.” She was a bit young for his tastes, but she seemed nice.
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“You’re too late, Shepard! Sovereign is on his way! I’ve awoken the Relay to Dark Space and once it finishes powering on, the Cycle will come full circle!” Avitus roared as he launched biotic projectiles at the Commander, who used her own biotics to intercept or dodge as she fired at the augmented turian. Avitus wasn’t a biotic before, just what has Sovereign done to the man?
“That’s what you think!” Shepard snarled as she batted a blast away with the back of her left fist, the impact barely registering. Hot damn was she strong right now! Does the Empire send hyper-pregnant women out as heavy troops? She hoped not, she felt dread that she was putting her babies at risk right now, but needs must and Avitus needed to be stopped!
Thankfully, or not from her perspective at near-ground-zero, a world-shaking impact smashed through the Presidium tower, tossing both Avitus and Shepard before the tower groaned and began to topple over. “No! You risked blowing us all up by shooting the Presidium point-blank with a railgun?!” Avitus roared as he retrieved his dual pistols that were not of any design on the market. “I’ve failed, but I’ll take you with me!”
“As if! I’ve got too much at stake to lose!” Shepard snarled in return and used the thrusters in the armor that allowed her to fly to tackle the floating former Spectre out of the air, through the window and out into the hot air of the Presidium that had just experienced a point-blank railgun blast smashing through the tower. This in turn saved them both and she turned around to take the brunt of the skidding landing further away from the ruined tower. The impact left them both winded and panting as Shepard held Avitus in a full nelson on the ground. “Ugh...ready to give up?”
“I’d say no, but I don’t think I’ll get anywhere by this point.” Avitus growled as he struggled momentarily and went limp in her robotically enhanced super-powered grip.
“The Reaper is tearing the Citadel Defense Fleet apart!” Shepard heard through the open channels and huffed in exasperation along with regret that she wasn’t able to prevent such heavy losses.
“Well? Aren’t you going to do something about that?” Avitus snarked, only to gasp when Shepard quickly squeezed on pressure points in the back of his neck until he passed out. Shepard knew reading about turian physiology would help someday.
She rolled the ex-Spectre off of her and used her omni-tool to create cuffs from Omni-gel that she slapped on his wrists three times over the usual and did the same for his ankles. “This is Commander Shepard, Spectre. I’m going to board the Reaper, Sovereign.”
“Affirmative Spectre, but how are you going to get to that thing? The range on it is obscene and I don’t think any of my fastest remaining ships could possibly get you close.” Replied the Citadel Fleetmaster Admiral, who she never personally met to her shame.
“I don’t need a ship. If you see a person-sized high-speed object, please don’t shoot at it, that’s me.” Commander Shepard readied her suit’s thrusters-.
“Reaper is breaking off, I repeat it's retreating.” Someone reported over the comms.
“No! We can’t let it escape! It will just return with more of its kind!” Shepard desperately called out as she took off-. “Ow!” Shepard yelped when she slammed into something solid and found herself clinging to an icy blue-white ship that wasn’t there moments ago. “Huh?”
“Hold fire you C-Sec idiots! The cavalry's here!” Called out the brazen voice of Paretia Dustrumus, which Shepard only recognized from the brief encounter with her a few weeks ago.
“Where the hell did you come from?! I don’t know who you think you are, but if our ships couldn’t close distance with that thing, there’s no chance you-.”
“Prepare to eat your heart out.” Paretia snarled as the White-Out , a common frigate of the former Batarian Hegemony, modified to the nines by an overzealous and capable pilot, gunned out of the airspace of the Citadel so fast that Shepard’s magnetic adhesion threatened to fail and peel her off of the bottom of the hull, but she managed to hook on a suspiciously hand-sized pit in the hull. “The White-Out has done the Omega Run in under Twelve minutes!”
“Hey! Spectre Shepard here! I’m kinda stuck to your hull! So when I join the boarding party don’t be surprised!” Shepard called out in the hope that her suit’s comms would be able to function being jostled so heavily. Fuck, she was just impressed her EVA-rated power armor was holding together at such a velocity. This is still only the first functioning prototype too!
“That monster is made from my people! You can tell by the shape of its ‘eyes’ and ‘face’!” Snarled a voice that Shepard didn’t recognize.
“Roger that Javik, Commander. I’d invite you aboard, but this bastard is not getting away!” Paretia roared as she dodged an incoming laser blast, the beam sweeping around to try and catch them as Sovereign disgorged a small fleet of droid gunships, vulture droids and even smaller three-finned droids. “Alright, I hope you lot are kitted up in EVA gear! Because with the Kodiak gone, you get to drive Kr- his klunker. Please try to bring it back. H-he just got it upholstered, painted, t-tuned up...”
Shepard recognized that tone. They lost someone. Whoever was lost, Penny sent her prayers to them and whatever afterlife exists for them. Humanity lost a lot of their belief in religion centuries ago, but the Empire has brought a whole slew of religiousness back to their society, if lacking the traditional monotheistic structures.
After a moment of quiet reflection to herself, Shepard braced to disengage from the White-Out . They were nearing Sovereign, who was approaching the Mass Relay. They had to stop him from escaping! Someone aboard shared the sentiment and fired the railgun, which, at their speed, was further enhanced and punched right through one of the four ‘eyes’ of the monster, which visibly recoiled from the shot. Just how heavy was that round? Usually ships the size of the White-Out don’t have the ability to fire shots that impactful.
Whatever the case, this slowed Sovereign down long enough for the bay doors underneath the ship to drop open and reveal...is that a vintage turian Armax Armada slam-van? Those things are ancient! They stopped making them over 80 years ago! N-not that Shepard knows so much about alien cars! Nope! Her vice is weapons! Heh...still the first civilian-sold turian military vehicle though...
Shepard’s momentary preoccupation with the vintage vehicle passed and she detached from the White-Out , which began frantically fighting the droids with the Citadel fleet slowly drawing closer. She latched onto the side of the silver-painted van-ah~ it still has the- ahem, the hand-holds were helpful in this.
The old grocery runner wasn’t fast by space travel standards, but with the velocity it maintained upon launch from the White-Out along with what control it did have over its trajectory, it flew directly into an opening in Sovereign’s hull and whipped around to land a bit roughly in an occupied hangar, which had droids aiming at them immediately. Swell.
Ch.63
“I thought we were waiting for us to have these kids first.” I huffed indignantly as I was carried by a giant net underneath the futuristic equivalent of a Boeing CH-47 Chinook. Sure, my flesh felt fucking fantastic being pressed on by this net, the wind was absolutely wonderful, I’ve came a few times just from this stimulation, but still, I was hoping to stay home for at least a while.
“Sweetie, you’re going to get gigantic . I don’t think the mansion is up to handling that degree of sexiness.” Marrow mewled as she sat in my cleavage and pet my head. Tali and Ashley were with Yola where she was being carried by another not-a-Chinook.
“How big do you-mm~, think?” I asked as I shivered from another weak orgasm. I mean, I’m already as big as a fucking hot-air balloon, which gets on average...50 feet in diameter at the widest? I’m already twice as big as I got the second time around, if rounder rather than oval.
“I don’t know, but granny and auntie told me to put you somewhere you can grow .” Marrow mewled uneasily as she provided a flask from her cleavage and presented it to my lips. I hummed happily as I chugged at the nutrient-rich breast milk and cum slurry that was apparently produced by Harmonia, Urta and Wiatr constantly. It may not be Omni-gel, but it still helps. It especially helps that flasks like this are linked directly to the source.
“Mm, ah~. Thanks. I was feeling a bit low.” I patted my tits as I rubbed my womb with my legs. “I’m sorry for turning our honeymoon into a desperation-fueled breeding frenzy.”
“For the last time sweetie, I understand and there’s nothing to forgive. Look, if it’ll help, I’m stuck in this with you now.” Marrow flushed and I blinked. “I mean, I’ll be your primary sperm donor. I-I’ll also be getting pretty enormous too.”
“Huh? I know Yola and I really gave it to you when you had us pump you too, but I thought I married a husband, not a wife.” I chuckled when Marrow made her baby-belly swell into my face, so I kissed her Navel Pearl before her womb retreated back into a washboard stomach.
“Don’t play word games with me!” Marrow huffed and flushed with her cheeks puffed up in a pout. Oh~ my mate has possibly chosen to prefer her feminine side hm? My changeling wife is such a fucking sexy babe that I wouldn’t mind if she decided to prefer being female.
“Heh, okay. So, where are they taking us?” I asked my wife curiously as we flew over the ocean.
“Your own private islands. They’re large, but haven’t gotten the terraforming treatment, so they’re still arid and sparse when it comes to large flora.” Marrow informed me, but it took a second for me to notice the important bits.
“Um, islands ? As in plural?” I asked with a mixture of queasiness and desire .
“Yeah, there’s two islands really close together and of similar size not too far from the mansion. Granny and Auntie insist you be given as much room as possible after I told them the situation and they consulted Hermais, your Displacer.” Marrow explained as she rubbed my scalp and I shuddered in another faint orgasm.
“Th-that gigantic?” I asked breathlessly as I rubbed my womb with both legs and arms.
“Bigger if I pump you fuller, but let’s not. The fleet of supply tankers and other craft are going to be taxed enough bringing you materials and shipping off your production. The scanners show you’re producing Argent, Omni-gel and mod milk all at once in these big sloshing beauties of yours, but they’re only dispensing one product at a time, so they’re going to need access to your systems to switch which is being dispensed on command.” Marrow informed me and I moaned.
“So fucking big, so fucking sexy. Oh~ fuck me Marrow~!” I pleaded as I tried to hump my underbelly, but my whole front aside from my tits have become one solid continuous belly by this point. I’m surprised this chassis doesn’t have the means to reconstitute my limbs like the Navel Pearl does for its users.
“Sorry Nora, I can’t do that. It’ll be hard enough being your immobile egg broodmother and having to implant our clutches into surrogates with you being overtaxed.” Marrow mewled unhappily at not being allowed to fuck me fuller, but this made me even hornier !
“H-how fucking pregnant are you? You didn’t tell us.” I breathlessly asked as I rubbed her thighs and kissed her stomach, which she let swell a bit for me to nuzzle and kiss my babies in her belly.
“L-let’s just say I may take after granny more than I thought…” Marrow mumbled with a vibrant flush as she cradled her womb. “I’m going to end up bigger than Queen Mesosoma got in her first encounter with Wiatr before she’d ascended. So at least bigger than 20 feet across.”
“Oh~ Marrow. I fucking love you, you sexy brood-bug!” I declared and pushed her onto her back, making her yelp before I dove for her cunt to devour her delicious folds.
“Oh~! Ahn! Nora~!”
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“Aw~ they ruined the paint job~!” Penny wailed in despair at the black scorch marks on the side of the Armax Armada’s light-duty hull. It didn’t melt only because it took just one or two hits before everyone packed inside like sardines leaped out to her defense. The fact that Wrex, EDI, Chrysalis, Liara and an unknown alien of a completely new species all managed to squeeze into the light-duty van was impressive.
Then again, one is a droid and another is a shape-shifter, so they likely contorted in the back. “Holy shit Shepard, your ass looks fucking incredible in that thing.” Leave it to Wrex to notice her modded body’s perfect rear. Penny fought to keep her happy-dance inward that even with her other feminine attribute hidden, she was so damn sexy that just her ass was enough to ID her.
“Gee, thanks for noticing. I lost my guns on the way in, but this thing enhances my biotics to an obscene degree. I can fire biotic bolts constantly without overloading my chip since the suit acts as a heat sink and cooling system as well as amplifying the efficiency.” Shepard informed her friends with a casual wave of her hand causing blue-violet ripples to waver in the air.
“So you’re suddenly an asari, got it. Let’s go kill this thing!” Wrex roared and led the charge into the giant robot-ship.
“So, you’re Commander Shepard? Everyone I’ve met has glowing praise for you.” The new alien-does he have toad quad-eyes? -in the red armor commented as they ran through the ship, which was eerily barren. No Indoctrinated slaves, no Husks, no droids aside from the initial defense force in the hangar.
“That’s me. Who are you?” Shepard asked out of professional curiosity since they had to stop for a door that Chrys and EDI were slicing into.
“Javik, likely the last living Prothean. Especially after we kill the core of this monster.” Penny wasn’t even surprised by this point. Unicorns exist, anything could happen in this universe.
“Good to meet you, hopefully you survive to see your species return. From what I’ve learned of the Empire, they can do it.” Commander Shepard nodded towards Chrys, who idly waved back without turning her whole focus away from the door.
“I’m aware. It’s the only thing giving me hope right now.” Javik admitted before the door opened and they ran into what had to be the Core, which filled Shepard with incredible disgust. “So...crude.”
The ‘Core’ was a suspended giant flesh-and-metal Prothean in the fetal position with cables running from all along it’s spine into the ship/robot. [It is not too late. You can still submit to the Cycle, to become eternal, as I have become.] Sovereign’s voice thundered from all around them as Chrys and EDI ran to the console and began to hack into it. [You are Kin, why do you betray the Cycle?]
“Because you are the malfunction! Organic life has just as much, if not more right to exist than we do! If it wasn’t for them, we wouldn’t exist! Now die you stupid VI!” Chrys roared before she jammed her finger-port into the console and Sovereign suddenly went silent, gravity failed, the atmosphere rapidly began venting so everyone checked their EVA gear for leaks.
“VI?” Jarvik questioned them as he stared at the floating giant corpse that was the distilled genetic codex of his people. It was disturbingly like looking at a stillborn fetus still in the womb.
“The Reapers never reached what you call a Singularity of AI. They’re not true intelligence, but as close as can be. They have the knowledge of the organics that made them up, but so does the Extranet. They also have no free wil, and follow an AI embedded in the Citadel from what mother told me a few years ago. This is all following the vague command of ‘preserving organic life’. This was its idiotic plan to do so.” Chrys gestured to the floating giant.
“Wait, there's an AI on the citadel trying to preserve organic life? Why the fuck is it making Reapers then? What idiots made an AI and then gave it such a loose directive?” Shepard asked in disgust as she used her suit’s thrusters to help the others start moving to the way back.
“Mom didn’t tell me. Now then, let's get out of here. We have a lot of work to do.” Chrys declared and everyone nodded in agreement as Shepard helped them to the door they came in.
“Why does this place look disturbing like a womb?” Wrex asked as he looked around behind them. “Wait, the door. Is it shaped like a vagina?”
“What?” Shepard asked and looked at the door, then down the hall that had almost no branching paths from the hangar they-. “Well...I guess they follow some odd organic design philosophy, but why have a single, isolated entrance to the ‘womb’ of the ship?”
“Maybe it was intended as a security measure? We just got lucky we went for the right hole .” EDI snickered as they reached the hangar and prepared to dogpile into the Armax Armada. Shepard wasn’t going in though, it was a tight enough squeeze and she’d be better off as auxiliary propulsion anyway.
“Whatever the case, at least this is done and we can learn from this to be prepared for what’s to come.” Liara declared and paused. “Wait, hold on, can Sovereign still Indoctrinate even now?”
“Yeah, so anyone analyzing any part of this thing will need changeling enthrallment afterward to clear it up. We may have to even repurpose captured droids and rebuild broken ones to do most of the busywork since the Indoctrination only works on organics. With Sovereign dead , there’s nothing risking artificial instances here.”
“I’m shocked we haven’t seen any Geth.” Wrex commented making everyone tense.
“That might be bad. We may have to hunt them down.” Shepard looked around, not seeing any Geth, just floating bits of broken droids.
“That’s a problem for another day. Let’s get out of here, get declared big-damn-heroes and get fucking wasted.” Wrex huffed as they all entered the van.
“Oh, Javik, I got all the data of scientific, historical and cultural advancement of the Protheans bound up in a data bundle I can’t really understand, do you-?” Chrys asked before she closed the back door where she was wedged between Wrex and EDI against the inner wall.
“You have a Ciphered Beacon? Yes, give it here!” Javik declared before he closed the passenger door and Liara was driving.
Heh, Shepard had to snicker at the hilarious scenario, her stuck pushing the car while everyone else was relaxing inside.
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“So. That is a Reaper.” Laiel grimly commented as he, Messana, Valern, Medulla and several other political leaders all looked out at the derelict super-dreadnought that looked like a purple metal earth cuttlefish from the minimum-safe-distance imposed by the changelings and droids already working to dissect the ship. The changelings, while not immune, were resistant to Indoctrination, which the monster did even when dead , so they could work on the robotic ship longer and be cleared of the brainwashing faster after they leave it.
“Just one nearly wiped out the Citadel defense fleet.” Messana breathed out in disbelief and fear as she rubbed her flat stomach in a way that every Imperial recognized.
“This is an astronomically worse outcome than we ever could have imagined. We all need to prepare for an all-out war. Each of us. We cannot rely on a single military to defeat them.” Valern declared grimly before the Councilors turned to address the assembled ambassadors and other government leaders. They were all in attendance, from the Krogan Protectorate’s representative, a female named Bakura, to the current Dalatrass of the Salarian Union who kept as far as respectfully possible from said female.
“As you can see, this is not something to debate. These monsters are ancient, cunning. They are not even AI, but VI bent on the systematic annihilation of each of our races. The fact that it was Chrysanthemum, an Imperial LI that was instrumental in it’s death, we of the Council officially declare, that all remaining restrictions limiting AI and their organic-born LI cousins from being declared citizens are to be removed from our doctrine. We need their help if we are going to survive.” Laiel declared with authority over the congregation who still looked past the Council at the super-dreadnought.
This, of course, sparked muttering in the crowd, but Laiel wasn’t surprised that there would be some excitement mixed in with dissent. “That said, if any of you wish to remain unwilling to do so, you can continue to disbar military AI from travel to your sectors, but to do the same with born LI is to deny them inalienable rights and will be punished.” Messanda added, which made Medulla pout unhappily, but Laiel already talked to her about this. It was a concession, nothing more.
“Very well, but on other matters, you’ve stated that the Krogan Protectorate is going to be cured of the Genophage to try and boost their numbers?” The Dalatrass brought up, because of course the Salarian Union needed to bring up their grievances regarding the krogan.
“I don’t care for your tone, but I understand your concern. Yes, as much as we don’t like it, we’re going to need to be mass-bred and have the offspring’s age accelerated if we’re going to be of serious use against these things .” Urdnot Bakura, clan-sister to the Matriarch Urdnot Bakara announced with a shake of her head. “We’re meant for war, it’s in our blood. If the galaxy needs us again, then who are we to deny it our aid?”
“Besides, after they’ve provided 1,000,000 soldiers through what we call the Kiminoan Process, we’ll distribute the planned fix for them having only clutches of eggs up to 20 at a time instead of 1000.” Medulla announced and Bakura nodded in agreement.
“O-one million tank-bred krogan soldiers?” The Dalatrass sounded faint while everyone else seemed a mixture of unsure and relieved.
“We could offer the Salarian Union a similar, if different process, one that extends your people’s life-spans as well as your gender ratios.” Medulla said and the Dalatrass gaped at her like a fish. “Just think about it. Our breeding programs are always on offer, now would be a good time to leap at the opportunity to prepare for war.” Medulla smiled in a devious way that made Laiel’s groin tingle and Messana leaned towards him to whisper.
“She is so attractive right now.” Messana purred as the Imperial Ambassador scooped up the audience into arranging deals so that they could all get on the coattails of the Empire to prepare for galactic war with this new threat.
“The food here is weird.” A fluffy snake stated as she walked into the room with food piled high on her plate while wearing what Laiel vaguely recognized what humans called a ‘Hawaiian’ shirt that strained around her heaving bosom and tan shorts that clung to her hips and buttocks like a second skin. “Hello~ cousin, I’m a tourist!” She waved to Medulla and waded into the crowd, causing no small amount of Chaos. Laiel just shook his head and sighed. These Imperials drive him to drink. “Your scotch was stolen by your assistant by the way.” The fluffy snake told him.
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*Gulp, gulp, gulp.* I quaffed down my milk, cum, Omni-gel and Argent slurry from the hose firmly affixed to my head by a mask and straps in a zen state I fondly remember from my first pregnancy. *Gulp, gulp, gulp.* How long have I been here? Eh...no idea. *Gulp, gulp, suck.* Huh? Who turned it off? I blinked and patted my breasts and womb. Far below I felt my fecundity crushing the island I’d been put on...however long ago.
The hoses in my obliques and navel had stopped flowing too, but the hoses attached somewhere on the far side of my breasts on my nipples still siphoned away my production and the power cable in my ass still thrummed with power to keep me going. “Mm?” I muffled through my nose, since the mask was locked and wasn’t going anywhere. Not after that time I fell asleep and it got stuck in my cleavage, pumping wasted materials into my inventory.
Then, I got my answer as pleasure pulsed through me, far more intense than the idle orgasms I got from the blustery winds and rains or the birds that landed on me and made nests in my cleavage. It’s time! “Mm~!” I spasmed as I began to convulse, my worries about birthing from this high answered by another tube, this one much bigger, slithered up my impossibly distended underbelly to insert into my vagina and forcibly open me up.
“Mm~! Mm-hm-hm~!” I screamed through my nose as I orgasmed over and over, bliss blinding me as the artificial birth canal literally took all effort from the process aside from my womb tightening to squeeze my little soldiers out of me~!
“Nora!” The familiar voice drew my attention between blissful oblivions and I looked up to see someone in the Iron-Man suit, who was obviously a woman, land on my right tit and kneel down. “Holy shit, you’ve only been at this for a few weeks?” Penny’s modulated voice asked as she patted my pale lavender faux flesh and I came again just from the contact.
“Mm~!” I panted and sucked on my feeding tube even though it wasn’t going to give me anything, the sensory overload was beyond heaven! Somewhere on the other island to my far right, Yola is experiencing the same thing! Ah~!
“Well, mind if I take a break? I feel like I’m gonna pop and your tits seem like the perfect bed.” Penny pressed her collar and the suit seemed to be sucked into it, revealing her sexy body now sported basketball-sized K-cup tits as she climbed up the hills of my breasts before sighing and beginning to grow! I came from the mounting pressure she was putting on me, my birth canal clenching on the machine that was delivering my babies as Penny rapidly reached 50 feet in diameter and kept going !
After that point, my brain was so far gone I lost track, but eventually I was dangling from my tits and Penny was snoring with her face near mine where her spherical body was nestled in my mountainous boobs. I have two more years of this? Fuck. Yes!
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“Sorry sweetie. This is all that was left.” Berserker said morosely to his distant niece with his helmet in one hand to show his face to her. Chrysanthemum took the half-eaten forearm of the batarian man once known as Krarek Craf’nator and whimpered. He didn’t know the man, but he was a dear friend of the extended family here in the Milky Way. The least he could do for his evil twin’s reappearance on this mudball called Ilos was help his niece get some closure.
“Th-thank you uncle Bryan.” Chrysanthemum sniffled as she plugged into the cybernetic port in the arm. She’d come to Ilos as soon as she could once the Hell Incursion that had happened here was cleared out.
“This is my fault. I’ve failed to stop Hell from invading another universe.” Berserker lamented. “I should’ve known Hell would work around it. This wasn’t even their first stop. They were on Virmire and have popped up back in Andromeda on unshielded worlds. We need to speed up securing worlds here in the Milky Way from Hell.” He wasn’t looking forward to telling Harmonia they needed to cut more pieces off of her ever-growing body with such frequency, she hated it.
“No uncle Bryan. It’s Cerberus’ fault. Marauder wouldn’t have been here to murder uncle Krarek if they didn’t give him the agency.” Chrys reasoned before smiling sadly at the rotting arm. “Uncle Kray, you were so sly. I have so much data to blackmail half of the gangs on Omega and many more across the Terminus with the dirt he had on here. Heh, that old salty dog still had it. He even left a will on here…*sniff*.”
“What was his Will?” Bryan asked her, placing an armoured hand on her shoulder, making sure he was gentle with her. She was pregnant after all and not in the traditional way. She was purposefully bearing Javik’s children as pure Protheans rather than biomachines or changeling eggs, so she was more delicate than most were used to in the Empire. He could respect that, having been female and birthed children in the past.
“Paretia get’s the van, Mom gets this Omni-Tool, Wrekrov gets his guns and his stash of credits is to be divided among the crew. Heh, a captain to the end.” Chrys then morphed her hand around the arm, extracting the omni-tool implant and she lit the arm on fire. The green flame turned it to ash which blew away on the wind. “Thanks, uncle Bryan.”
“I wish I could do more for you.” The ancient human stated, though Humanity and every other alien wouldn’t consider him one if they saw their ‘more’ true forms considering the societies they’ve been living in. He and his siblings are from a bygone era within human history.
“How is Garble by the way? Having his wings ripped out couldn’t have been easy to recover from.” Chrys asked as she headed back towards her shuttle, Bryan making sure to help her waddle her heavy pregnancy through the muck. She was only having twins, but dear gosh, it was so hard to remember a time when pregnancy was an issue for the mother.
“He’s flightless now, sweetie. He’s used to it since he had to be cooped up in ships and indoors anyway. Now he won’t shut up about how easy it is for him to get around since if he wants to fly he can just strap on a repulsor pack.” Bryan replied, noting she didn’t accept his apology and he was fine with that so long as she forgave him eventually.
“Send him my regards. I’m going back home, so if you want to visit you can find me on Rannoch.” Chrys leaned up and kissed his cheek, causing Bryan to chuckle and kiss her brow. “Bye uncle Bryan.”
“Take care.” Bryan finished helping her into the shuttle and sighed as it took off, leaving him with what was left of the elimination of Hell artefacts from Ilos, which wasn’t much at this point. Soon a Harmony Sapling would be planted and this marshy world was ripe for colonization.
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“Why must they be so difficult ?” Councilor Avetora sighed as she slumped in her seat and Laiel nodded in agreement with Messana’s replacement. Messana decided after all the stress and needing to care for their daughter, that she had to retire. Laiel would’ve gladly joined her, but he didn’t have a suitable replacement among the Primarchs yet, not to his standards anyway.
“Because they’re used to everything being done their way.” Councilor Medulla commented casually as she sorted through her omni’s reports alongside Valern. “See! I told you the Dalatrass was exaggerating.”
“This is deplorable. I understand the Salarian Union is used to things being just-so, but this is a time for change, for progress! When did my people become so stagnant?” Valern bemoaned and put his hands on his desk with his eyes downcast.
“Peace seems to have made all our governments far too complacent. The Turian Hierarchy is having to police civilian protests over the Krogan Protectorate and the Empire in general taking over some of the roles they had for a thousand years. The Asari Republic Systems are trying every desperate move they can think of to try and keep their status as the most powerful nation in tech and culture. Then there’s the fact that the Volus Protectorate are aghast at the varied values of the Imperial Credit across Andromeda and are even petitioning to help them standardize their economy!” Avetora stressed and Laiel sighed as he patted her on the shoulder.
“At least one of the chief Goddesses of the Empire, Wiatr, is already their matron Goddess.” When it was discovered Wiatr was the one the Volus worshiped since their earliest records, the Council had to beg them not to outright leave and join the Empire. It was part of why the Empire was offered a Council seat, because there were too many things the Empire was involved in for them not to have one by this point.
“Which just means the process will go smoother.” Medulla commented before sighing. “Great, there’s been an issue with the latest batch of Cat-Kut and Drell hybrids.” Then there was the iffy matter of the Empire so willy-nilly producing hybrid species in the name of science and the war effort.
No other Reapers have been sighted in the past year, which caused many doubters of the claims of future attacks to voice their concerns, but the increasing number of people vanishing without a trace was worrisome and their own Reaper insider, Nora’Feell, said to be on the lookout for that.
At least these new ‘Hell’ invasions from an alternate vile dimension were being handled by the Argentine Alliance, an autonomous entity tightly tied with the Empire in support of one another militarily in emergencies. As Laiel understood it, however, the AA specialized in dealing with these ‘demonic’ invasions and had their own government separate from the Empire, but had no interest in politicking or red tape.
That was a whole other headache, having to make emergency treaties to cover the AA’s autonomy or risk having to deal with these Hell Incursions themselves. Laiel saw footage of these ‘demons’ and could only agree that their title was deserved. If he could spare good, mortal soldiers from these monsters and have the experts deal with them, he was all for it, as was the majority of the Milky Way.
Then there was the loss of Spectre Shepard in the Terminus. The Empire found the Normandy in pieces, a majority of the crew had survived, but Spectre Shepard was spaced, a certain death even with EVA. It stunk of an assassination, but with no clues, they were simply left without her uncanny capability to find the trouble.
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*Bang! Slosh~. Bang! Slosh~.* Penny gave up again. This enclosed blindingly-bright warm fluid-filled prison still held as well as it did...however long ago. She woke up in it after being spaced, her suit had breached and she stabbed herself with the epipen Wiatr’s little noodly minion gave her as a reward for being such an incredible sexual partner. He claimed that it would save her, but that it was a ‘doozy’. Whatever he meant, it gave her the ability to breathe fluids, because this prison was absolutely filled with fluid to the point of being pressurized.
There was a drain in the bottom that siphoned out some of the fluid when it was getting a bit tight, but then it would quickly even out with nutrition paste being pumped in from the spout above. Penny didn’t know why, or how, but it was quickly dissolved and absorbed in the fluid around her and she never felt hungry.
*Beep! Chirp!* The drain began letting the pressure out. Ah~. It was nice not to-why isn’t it stopping? Penny felt strange, felt off . It isn’t stopping and the fluid is draining. When enough of the container was drained for her to have her head out of the liquid for the first time in forever, she blinked at the glowing turquoise goo that she’d been submerged in was actually her body!
“W-what the hell?!” Her body is made of the stuff! Then that means! “No! Stop! Please!” Penny pleaded in sudden terror as the drain sucked her down and away, already having consumed her up to the bottom of her K-cup breasts. “No! No ~!” She wailed moments before all she could see again was white, the tightness she was used to had been replaced by a rush of pressure forcing her in a specific direction.
Flowing, spinning, passing through a churning sensation that must’ve been the pump, then pooling in a clear-walled tube that she gasped once she emerged from the pool of, well, her. She was panting as she pressed her hands and face against the glass and shuddered from the sensory overload. That was actually incredible , but despite having orgasmed, she did not have fun.
“There, see? I told you the freak would survive.” Snarked a cruel human man and Penny snarled, rearing back her fist to-. “Ah, ah.”
“Ah ~!” Penny shrieked in agony when electricity coursed through her and caused her steaming mass to hiss and bubble before it stopped and she slumped against the wall of the tube again.
“Behave, bitch . You’re just being moved to a bigger pressure vessel while the bigwigs figure out what to do with you besides just milk you for Argent.” The asshole in the plain jumpsuit commented and Penny growled as she felt her tail-her tail?
She looked behind her in shock to see the fluffy slime fox tail attached to her ‘tailbone’ just above her thicc ass where everything below melded in the pool of goo. “W-what happened to me?! Why am I-?!”
“An exact clone of that Empress bitch of the Empire, but with a punky mohawk? No fucking idea, we’re just as stumped. Now shut up, you’re going to a pressure vessel twice as big as before.” The asshole said and she felt the pressure in the tube increase moments before she noticed the patch on his shoulder.
“W-wai-!” Penny didn’t get to say more before she was flushed away. She steamed, both metaphorically as well as literally once settled into her new prison cell, which was already being pumped full of nutrition paste. “So. Cerberus. I know who I’m hunting the moment I’m free.” Penny snarled as she examined her body.
Hot damn ~. Penny had a raging ladyboner for Empress Urta almost the second she met the woman. Now she was her, but also not since she somehow still had her mohawk, even if it wasn’t red anymore. Also, were her ears way bigger, like a fennec’s? Was Urta secretly hiding her cute, sexy, enormous ears?
Her appreciation of her new body didn’t last, since the paste was being absorbed by her slime and Penny didn’t know how not to turn the paste into her goo. It also didn’t change that she was a prisoner and she wouldn’t be seeing her kids anytime soon. Any 127 of them. Even if they were biomechanical due to the machines Nora and Yola pumped her with and they were already functioning adults. “When I get out, I’m-*blurble*.”
Damn, submerged in her own body again. *Bang! Slosh. Bang! Slosh* Sigh...
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“Could you help bring in the groceries?” Paretia called as she huffed and waddled her fat ass in through the front doors of the mansion, her big belly causing her flowing purple sundress to drape over her legs. The radiant turian had her hands on her lower back for support.
“Sorry, honey.” Saren apologized to his mate as he hurried outside to bring in the food. Paretia smiled as she patted her belly in satisfaction at her landing such a dutiful mate. He could only visit on-and-off due to his job, but she could’ve ended up with worse. “I don’t see why you don’t keep the Armada in the garage and use the Apex instead. It’s faster.” Saren commented when he brought in the first wave of the bags of food.
“It’s my van, I’ll drive it if I damn well want to.” Paretia sniffed with her nose in the air. This was a common little gag running between them. It was Krarek’s van, he gave it to her, she wasn't going to just shove it into a garage and forget it exists. Besides, it was reupholstered.
“I know.” Saren huffed playfully as he set the bags on the living room table and he leaned down to kiss her before heading back out to get the next set as she sat down on the couch.
“Welcome home Madam. I’ll help take care of those.” Jeanne announced as his BX droid proxy approached and took the bags for her.
“Thanks.” Paretia put her hands on her fecund swell and rubbed happily as she relaxed. Saren somehow knocked her up with triplets , something almost unheard of for turians. Must’ve been the gene mods she got from Nora and Yola. Speaking of which. “Hmph, oof.” Paretia huffed as she stood back up and waddled over to the pool patio to see the mooch was still here. “Hey, you layabout. Enjoying the free parking for that fat ass?”
“Bite me.” Tali’Zorah, a sexy quarian woman who was Nora and Yola’s lover too replied without heat as she sunned in the nude next to the pool, where Ashley Williams, another of her lovers, was swimming. The soldier-girl was here on leave, but she had to get back to her post after this weekend was over.
“I would, but I don’t think you’d find it as fun.” Paretia traced the bite scars that Nora left on her neck and brow with a smirk as she looked out at sea, at the pair of indistinct pale lavender orbs on the horizon. “Still at it, huh?”
“Yeah, this wave still isn’t due until tomorrow. Then they’ll have their remote-broadcast bodies to use once they synchronize to them.” Ashley replied as she stopped to float a bit, the woman took to pregnancy well. The hormones made her pale skin seem radiant even months after she gave birth and her breasts stubbornly refused to shrink down, matching Tali’s own K-cups. It seemed that if you had tits, the Empire was determined to turn them into sporting equipment.
Not that Paretia would ever have to worry about that, turians aren’t mammals. Didn’t change her ‘bust envy’ according to Nora’s daughter, but whatever.
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“Uhn...ugh...oof. It’s over?” I moaned as I came out of my stupor. This was the twelfth batch of 200 little war-babies I’ve created, but the satisfying drain on me after the fact never got less harsh. This time though, my breasts are back to normal. How the hell Chrys managed to make bodies capable of so much stretching and retracting without weaving magic into it was just mind boggling.
“For now.” I heard my sister-wife, Yola, comment from my side and I reached over to clasp hands with her. I haven’t been able to touch her in what felt like years even though it’s only been...a single year? “We’ve still got a whole year ahead of us sis…”
“I both regret this yet I also don’t at all. I’m confused.” I sighed and grasped and rubbed my sister’s hand, which returned the comforting gesture. “I really hope this means they have our remote bodies ready.”
“Yep!” Chrys chirped from between us and I yelped at not noticing-ee ~! “Ah! Yep! I’m pregnant mom! They’re Javiks’s!” Chrys giggled as I hugged and nuzzled her term-with-twins belly through her soft blue maternity dress. “They’re not biomechanical though. I promised him I would help him restore his species and I can’t do that if I’m making them part machine.”
“So are you two…?” Yola asked leadingly and Chrys wilted a bit.
“I’m too young for him. Not because of the 50,000 years asleep thing or the fact I’m technically under 4 years old, but because he says he doesn’t want his bitter old ways to taint my youthful energy, or some other romantic way of putting that he thinks I could find someone better.” Chrys sighed and rubbed her sides. “But I still wanted to do this for him, so here I am.”
“But aren’t there slime breeders for that?” I asked curiously as Chrys slyly smiled. “Oh, you’re using this as a test?”
“I’m ensuring that, should any of my siblings decide they don’t want to impart their machinery to their offspring, that they can still bear children for their chosen mates or lovers. So far so good. I am growing 100% Prothean babies inside of me, with Javik as the male donor and a female genetic sample pulled from the former core of Sovereign. Next time, I’ll try it without any assisting secondary DNA. Now then, let’s get you two upgraded ~!” Chrys chirped and I felt-.
Cold! It’s still fucking cold! I kicked my way out of the black box and shook as I-my tits are huge! Why do I have pumpkins hanging off of me?! “Cold!” I heard Yola shout and repeat as I did, emerging to reveal a light lavender quarian woman with hefty full-sized pumpkins for tits and wide, thicc brood-bearing hips and thighs with an ass ~. “Uh, please tell me these aren’t our current mobile platforms?”
“Nope!” Chrys chirped as she entered the room. “These are the bodies you’re going to keep making me more siblings with! So they’re your primary platforms right now. However, all of your reproductive subroutines are stuck on these, so you can only transmit basic motor functions and other necessary things to your other bodies, which will be what you’re using, but you can’t go too far away, so you’re still stuck at the mansion.” Chrys said with apology in her tone.
“Hey, spending time with people and not just being endlessly cumming brainless brood-sluts is why we went for this. Now, where is Marrow?” I asked my daughter who blushed brightly. “Oh Goddesses, where is she?”
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“That’s a good girl~.” Honey, the dark green-blue Changeling Slime Matriarch praised her long-descended granddaughter Marrow, who was orgasming like mad as she pumped her biomechanical eggs into her emerald green slime. She outwardly didn’t change at all, but her purple Navel Pearl pulsed with light from each egg being oviposited within her, joining the light in her opaque purple eyes.
“Honey, you’re throbbing. You want to breed her, naughty wife.” Cocoa chided her wife of 7000+ years as she rubbed Marrow’s shoulders. “She has been breeding an army with wives for a year now. Is it not enough?” The brown slime cerberus asked her equally gooey counterpart.
“Not according to Eris and Hermais.” Honey replied unhappily, not enjoying the fact that they, again, were forced to prepare soldiers specifically bred for war. “How are you doing, Marrow?”
“Uhn, n-need to, uhg, g-get them out~! So many ~! Nora~! Yola~!” Marrow whimpered, tears in her eyes and Honey’s horn flashed with purple light which encased Marrow’s head and she cooed dumbly. “Oh~, Nora…you’ve fucking filled me, turned me into this blimp ~...”
“Not right. Manipulating mind.” Cocoa whined and used her three heads to kiss the enthralled changeling woman on the neck and cheeks.
“You know I’m only giving her a moment of calm and now you’re throbbing.” Honey replied with a smirk and a smokey leer at her dear doggy wife.
“Shush, her birthing is sexy like when you do it. Cocoa likes it.” Cocoa defended herself as she hotdogged Marrow’s thicc motherly ass.
“Yes. She’s coming along well. Soon she’ll be-.” Honey was interrupted by the door bursting in and Wiatr frantically looking about.
“Is Hunter here?!” Wiatr asked, ignoring the breeding going on. Very unlike her.
“Um, no? Why need Hunter-Husband?” Cocoa asked with confusion.
“The boon I granted Penny Inoue Shepard has been used, but nobody can find her! Hunter~!” Wiatr left the room and the two looked at each other worriedly. “Dammit, he’s not responding!”
“Maybe he's busy?” Coco asked as she tried to calm her wife down.
“Wiatr?!” Heatherlin called out as she walked into the two. “I have the boys on the line and they are not happy with us!”
“Why?!” Wiatr asked frantically as they followed the ONI Director.
“Because of what that boon did with the Commander! Cerberus has her and is going to use her Argent slime for something! I’m sorry to say this, but, we just made things worse!” The realisation hit them pretty hard and made sense. The Doom Marines were not only counteracting Hell’s forces, but were hunting down Cerberus since the organization was responsible for bringing Hell into this Universe again.
Now Shepard is in the hands of the enemy and providing them a surplus of Argent. Things are going to get worse from here on out. By the Empire’s hands no less and the Argentine Alliance is going to hold Wiatr responsible for so carelessly giving out a restricted Argent Slime transformative based on Urta’s genetics to someone entwined with the goings-on in the MIlky Way.
“What are they planning to do?” Wiatr asked as they entered the communication room, wilting when they saw their husbands/wives were glaring down at them with disapproval.
“We’re going to find her and help her out. However, we want to make something clear here; we are doing this for her, not for you or the Empire. You’ve caused enough problems and now a warrior has become an unending supply of Argent.”
“W-would you be less mean to us if We said Eris and Hermais told us to reward her with that specific transformative?” Wiatr whimpered and the Marines all closed their eyes before exhaling through their noses.
“No, you just made it worse for you and those noodle cunts. Velka, punish them.” With that the transmission cut out and the busty crow goddess rose up behind Wiatr with the snap of a belt in her hands.
Ch.65
“This is nice.” I said in content from where I was snuggling Paretia and Tali. We missed Ashley before she had to go back to her posting on Horizon, but Yola and I were now able to enjoy the company of Paretia, Tali and surprisingly Saren all while our main bodies orgasmed and made babies and other things constantly on the islands.
That said, Yola and I were similarly upset that Marrow wasn’t here. She was back in Andromeda because apparently she fucked herself so full of our eggs she needed help getting them all out. We hoped she was okay, but in the meantime Vaetor and a whole slew of males both Geth, Quarian and Cat-Kut , specifically Martra~ had volunteered to fill us until she returned. Fuck is Martra an incredble lay. Too bad she has her duties or we’d fill her in return.
Now, unfortunately when it comes to our mobile bodies, sexytimes were not in the cards. At least, not anything involving our reproductive organs. Chrys said oral and anal were still possible while broadcasting, but attempting vaginal or penal would result in us getting kicked back to our main bodies.
Still, it was nice to be able to move around, eat food, talk to people, snuggle. Well, the last one our factory-bodies can do, but it’s more being the bed than-unf, stop it, no sexy thoughts right now. Now is a sleepy time.
“Psst, Madam Nora.” Jeanne quietly whispered to me and I turned my head towards the BX droid the in-house ‘dumb’ AI used to directly interact with things since he also acted as a security system. “I have bad news, please come to the living room.” Jeanne then left the master suite and I carefully untangled from Tali and put a pillow in my place to follow him. “Have a seat madam.”
I sat on the sofa, dreading the news. I think I know what it is. “Shepard is considered KIA isn’t she?” The mother of over 100 children that were the unique gestalt of genes from her, Marrow, Yola and I was possibly dead , but I hold out hope that Cerberus either succeeded in defying death, or that last-resort Wiatr gifted her would help.
“Why, yes. You don’t seem surprised.” Jeanne said over the normal living room intercom as his droid proxy went to the kitchen to retrieve tea he’d made in advance.
“I was expecting it. You don’t become as high-profile as Penny and avoid trouble. It still hurts, but at least I know rather than be left wondering.” I accepted the tea and took a sip. It was local dextro-based tea. It was different. Levo-based tea tastes all herbal, but dextro-based tastes naturally sweet to the point that you’d think it was tea made from stevia leaves or something. “However, Penny isn’t going to just turn over and die. All I can do is hope that somewhere out there, she’s still fighting.”
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“Ah ~!” Penny screamed when electricity ran through her slime body again until she slumped against the ‘glass’ in a panting and weak mess. “J-just fucking kill me if you’re not going to let me out…” Penny was so tired . Being trapped in a pressurized container to be drained just enough and then fed more paste was such a dull, dehumanizing experience.
She didn’t mind losing her humanity, it was being treated as nothing but goo that was literally and metaphorically draining her. The fact they didn’t even give her the opportunity to enjoy it aside from the rides through the pipes into these ‘interrogation’ tubes worsened things. Her body was like a puddle of sex , constantly thrumming on the edge of pleasure, but tormentingly just shy of it. Penny would fuck just about anything at this point!
“I’m afraid you’re too much of an investment to simply release, Commander Shepard.” Intoned the hologram of the shadowy businessman who ordered her electrocuted when she tried to escape the moment she wasn’t in a pressurized and inescapable pressure vessel. “That said, could you be a dear and tell us why or how you have become something so inhuman when before you were the peak of humanity?”
“Of course, you fucking racists only care about humans. Heh, if you must know, I was given an emergency medipen by the Goddess Wiatr as a boon and warned to only use it if death was certain. Well, it was, now I’m basically a clone of her wife; the current Empress.” Penny figured she might as well tell them, it was no skin off her gooey nose. Besides, every time before was mostly just mockery and moving her into a bigger pressure vessel to make more slime.
“Ah, desperation does drive people to rash decisions. Even if you had died, we could have resurrected you with our Lazarus Project.” The Illusive Man poured himself a drink while he kept talking. “That said, your act of desperation did save you and provided us with a constant source of Argent.”
“Y-you’re fucking milking me?!” Penny choked at the fact that people she didn’t know were doing something she would consider quite intimate. She wasn’t against the idea of being some sort of cow, but only at the behest of her lovers or if compensated at the least. She knew they were doing something with her slime, but now that she knew? How much Cerberus tech was she the fuel source for? How many schemes has her capture made possible for them?
“More rather, you’re converting disposable waste into usable fuel. You’re essentially a living biofuel factory now, so we’re using you for such until we can find a way to either restore your humanity, or ensure your cooperation.” Said the Illusive Man, who may or may-not be Henry Lawson, but she wasn’t going to admit her suspicions, they might actually kill her.
“It’s going to take a lot for me to even consider cooperating with you racist pricks. Not only do you spit on my beliefs, you have imprisoned and taken advantage of me.” Penny snarled as she crossed her arms under her bust while her tail whipped around. Then she had a ponder and pulled her breasts apart to look down...nope. Huh, she’s supposed to be a clone of Urta, but she doesn’t have a dick for some reason. Penny felt oddly disappointed. She was kinda looking forward to returning the favor to Nora, Yola and Marrow when she got out.
Not to mention Tali, Ashley, maybe even Liara and Benezia. Unf~! Damn it~! She’s so fucking horny ~! It took all her willpower not to start masturbating on the spot because of these damn fucking assholes getting her so pent up!
“That is quite the pickle. Perhaps the fact that we’re building an upgraded version of the Normandy and preparing to send you back out into the galaxy might soften your firm stance against us?” The man who might not be Henry Lawson questioned and Penny perked up. “I see I have your attention.”
“W-what, no!” Penny denied, clapping her hands on her traitorous ears. Curse these cute ears! They give her emotions away!
“The tail dear?” Penny yelped and grabbed at her tail to stop it wagging with one hand while the other remained clamped over her ears. “Hm, you don’t match your personality profile.”
“Huh?” Penny wasn’t sure what he meant there. She’s always been a little passionate when off duty. Then again, she has been much more im passioned lately. “Well, maybe my transformation has altered how I process emotions? I don’t know, I don’t have experience with what being a slime implies.” Although, she really wanted to find out.
“Indeed, you haven’t been able to do much more than languish in pressure vessels or these tubes. If you were willing to cooperate, we’d be willing to do more thorough testing.” The Illusive Man offered and Penny wilted at the idea of surrendering to Cerberus in any way, but she was in a bad situation, with a new body she knew next to nothing about…and a raging ladyboner that was practically making her goo boil and she couldn’t deal with that like this...
“...Fine. I won’t try to break out. Especially because I don’t even know where I am, or what my body needs, but don’t think this means you can expect I’ll come running if you call!” Penny snarled and the Illusive Man’s glowing blue eyes narrowed.
“We’ll see.” The hologram shut off and the tube lifted up, allowing Penny to sigh in relief as her pool of slime spread out onto the floor and she sank into herself in relaxation. Wow was the relief palpable. Also, a lot of her sexual tension just oozed out of her. Was being trapped a turn on for her? Wow, that makes this whole situation all the worse, actually. No wonder she-.
“Miss Shepard?” At the professional tone, Penny emerged from her puddle down to the hips and looked at the new person to see a neutral-faced man with a complexion matching her former one holding up a synthetic uniform shirt and a skirt. “You may want to have some decency now that you’re not stuck in the piping.”
“What? Can’t you stand the sight of a beautiful woman~?” Penny teased, then blinked and felt worried. Flirting that openly wasn’t like her! At all! Sure she was fucking horny as hell, but she didn’t even know the guy! “Apologies. I don’t know what came over me.”
“No offense taken. I was warned that Imperial races were oversexed and salacious, it was probably a reflex.” His words were insulting, but the professional way he delivered them, along with the fact that it was more-or-less true at least in the current context let her ignore it.
She...slithered is the operative word? She slithered towards him on her mound of goo and accepted the uniform, which fit snuggly and forced her bosom to overflow until she unbuttoned enough that she basically had absolute cleavage. The skirt presented more of a problem, yet not, since she drew it into her mound and shifted it up over her hips, but under her tail.
She didn’t like how the shoulders had Cerberus patches, it felt like an admission of surrender. “Well, I guess you’re my babysitter? Lead on then uh...who are you?” She hoped he did or she might just call him yum-yum, because dayum was he yummy.
“Jacob Taylor, Ma’am.”
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“So, you’re officially retired?” I asked my turian lover, who had spent the other night letting me know that Krarek was dead, which hurt, but it was good to know why I felt so hurt a little over a year ago. I’m sorry I didn’t get to see that salty old pirate more often.
“Yep!” Paretia slapped her triplet-term belly with a glowing smile on her facial flares. “I’m done with adventuring. I’ve got three babies on the way, I’m set for the rest of my life with my own investments, not counting Saren-baby’s income. Then there’s the fact that you sent me that mail stating that I was registered as an occupant of this beautiful home.”
“Which you are more than welcome to live in with us. It has ten bedrooms after all.” Just because we all tend to dogpile in the master suite doesn’t mean this place doesn’t have more rooms. They’re mostly in the basement to be fair and feel like an up-scale resort rather than a home down there, but still.
“I appreciate you opening your home to us. I don’t exactly have any family-friendly accomodations of my own.” Saren admitted from his seat next to the woman that basically dragged him screaming in pleasure into a relationship. His words, not mine.
“Bubbly love.” A weird amalgamation of animals cheered as it floated in. Oh, one of those draconequus things like the one that provided Penny that epipen. “Flutters, I think I found our resort!”
“Oh my. Sorry, my husband tends to jump to conclusions.” In from the kitchen waddled a hnng sexy pregnant yellow alicorn mare at term with what looked to be sextuplets and with breasts the size of beach balls all tastefully garbed in a beautiful cream sundress and sunhat that complimented her yellow fur and pink hair. She was also 7 feet tall.
“Welcome, who are we hosting today?” Tali cheerfully questioned from where she was leaning against Yola and enjoying the closeness with my sister. Our mansion sure is popular if Tali is used to people just barging in like this.
“Discord, god-spirit of Chaos incarnate. Unlike my little brats I don’t have to follow the will of Chaos, I am Chaos. Also, we asked the lovely man in the capital for the best view of those two girls on those islands out there and he gave us an address to a few beach houses.” The serpent purred as he wrapped himself around Paretia, who scratched his goatee with a smirk.
“Sorry, we decided to come to Rannoch for our annual vacation this year and Dissy wanted to see the most fertile women on the planet.” The yellow mare apologized as she waddled and huffed to get to the recliner and gently set herself down on the silvery chair.
“Well, you’re looking at them. I’m Nora, that’s my twin sister Yola. Those round mountains in the distance are us. We’re just broadcasting our higher brain functions to these bodies so we’re not just cum-drinking, orgasming, inflating bimbos.” I informed the two Imperial tourists. The mare must be Fluttershy; the Embodiment of Kindness. Not so much a ‘Goddess’ as an actual representation of the concept. It was enough for her to become ageless, but not Divine.
“Hm, Flutters, do I have permission to do some Chaos? I can think of an upgrade for these ladies my dear daughters didn’t.” Discord questioned and I raised a finger to protest, only to pause. Well, it couldn’t hurt could it?
“Only if they consent and you mention what it is first.” Fluttershy said while she rocked on the recliner and closed her eyes as she held her belly, looking to be the very picture of contentment.
“Okay, fine. I want to make it where you two have the ability to handle all the processing power you have instead of limiting yourselves so much.” Discord said with a devilish smile.
“Um...I won’t object since I envy sissy’s higher processing power, but how will that be Chaotic?” Yola asked curiously moments before Discord snapped his-.
OMFG I see forever~!
[Sis! Sis I can see you! I see Qwip-Qwip when it’s halfway across the world!]
[Oh~! I can feel everything our factories are doing while I’m also spying on this asshole on the defense platform masturbating to pictures of his girlfriend~!]
[Sis! We need to compress our attention! Return to our bodies!]
[Agreed!]
I gasped when I fully returned to my body, which had been maintaining a conversation that I only now realized I was holding with them! “Discord, you beautiful noodly bastard!”
“Is that appreciation I hear?” Discord lilted from where he was turned into a literal him-designed scarf around Paretia’s neck as Saren resolutely remained next to his mate despite the oddity.
“Yep! Because now whenever it comes time for us to have sex, we’re not limited to oral and anal! Also our reproductive functions are now toggled off . There’s enough babies being churned up by us right now to cover the production of dozens of surrogates.” Yola declared with a nod.
“You two are doing a wonderful thing. You may be enjoying it for the pleasure, but you’re so Kind to be devoting yourselves to helping ensure your people survive.” Fluttershy declared with her beautiful eyes piercing my soul and making me feel appreciated .
“Oh, you two can casually connect and control any synth that’s lower than Geth intelligence now.” Discord chuckled and I shared a cruel smirk with my sister.
The Reapers are doomed !
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“-Private! Private Frederick, get your head back in the fight!” The Cerberus Commander barked, grabbing his subordinate by the shoulders and shaking him awake from his dazed confusion. “C’mon boy, snap out of it! Get your ass on that turret and light em up!” Frederick found himself manning the stationary gun and firing upon the encroaching invaders.
The Night Sentinels.
Ever since the Argentine Alliance arrived within the Milky Way, they have begun their brutal Unholy Crusade throughout the systems, hunting down both the forces of Hell and Cerberus alike. Nobody dared to try and stop them, not even the Citadel. These hulking Titans of War and Death took this galaxy by storm; some admired them while others feared their power. Rightfully so.
What irked the Private, however, was how human they appeared. These alien savages dared to wear their kind’s skin, like it was some kind of sick joke, and slay them like cattle. Super beings or not, Frederick was determined to make them suffer.
If only they would stand still and let him kill them! Damn them and their inhuman enhancements! It's as if they were openly mocking them! Even then, whenever he land a shot they shrug it off like nothing!
“They’re breaking through our lines too fast! At this rate, we’re done fo-!” One of the Cerberus troopers shouted out, before his head exploded and killed those closest.
“Pull back! All units, abandon your posts and retreat inside-!” Private Frederick’s position was hit by a rocket, taking out the gun he was manning before he could react to the Commander’s orders. He barely survived, bleeding from multiple wounds, his vision faded in and out while his ears were ringing from the explosion.
Soon, he found himself inside the walls of the facility, being attended to by a medic as his hearing returned; greeted by the sounds of gunfire, revving of chainsaws and screams of the dying. “D-Dammit! They’re already inside…” Frederick wheezed out as he tried to sit up.
“None of that, Private! We need to evacuate and get as far away as possible! We don’t have the means to stop these monsters!” The medic retorted before slinging the Private’s left arm over his shoulders and carried him to safety.
Behind them, the lines began to crack as Cerberus troopers found themselves overrun in a tide of fury and violence, being slaughtered to the last. Frederick cursed the Argentines and swore vengeance as they made it to the rooftop, where a shuttle was parked. Unfortunately, their chance to escape were dashed away, the shuttle exploded in a ball of fire and a figure rose from amongst the wreckage.
Its armor was black as night, with blood red glowing eyes and highlights that burned with fury as it marched out of the fire, like the horned devil it was. Frederick and the medic both draw their pistols and open fire, but their rounds glanced off as the Argentine continued onward. The medic threw Private Frederick behind him and acted as a wall between him and the monster, however it was all for naught.
A cannon popped up over its right shoulder and launched something that instantly freezes the medic solid. Lifting up a fist, the Argentine smashed the human-sized popsicle into ice shards. Frederick looked on in horror at the barbaric cruelty as he kept firing until his pistol ran dry, the beast hovering over his prone form as another shoulder cannon appeared over its other side. Before the Private could utter another word, jets of flame enveloped him, screaming for the last time until he was reduced to ashes.
“Sir, the perimeter is secured! This facility is ours for the taking!” One of the Chaser Sergeants said once he made it up to the rooftop and saluted his General.
“Very good, Sergeant.” General Helvex nodded before they made their way back into the facility. The Sergeant dutifully led the way to their objective. “Open it up.” He ordered his Crusader brothers and sisters to work on the large doors, forcing them open through pure strength alone.
“This looks like another Argent Factory.” The Sergeant said with disgust at the blatant abhorrence Cerberus had been experimenting with.
“There could be more this time around. Same as before though; free the captives, arrest any scientists you find and sweep for any intel.” The General stated as they moved in.
Just like the previous facilities, it was another power plant designed to produce Argent. As to how, it was through the kidnapping of aliens and forcefully transforming them into Argent Slime. All female, ranging from Asari, Turians, Quarians and many others. Once they saw the Night Sentinels they begged them for release from this place.
“Please, help us!”
“Get us outta here!”
“Well, you heard them, get them out!” Helvex barked and his order was carried out. While they were busy doing that, some Ghosts were slicing through the computers of this facility in hopes of finding a lead on where they were keeping Commander Shepard.
“Hm, still nothing. However it would seem the super soldier project Lord Berserker theorised was correct.” One of the Ghost said as he brought up a heavily encrypted file with the title saying: Atlas Project.
“So that’s one of them. How despicably heretical.” The General growled at the notion as the Ghost cracked through and brought up whatever was inside the file.
“I’ll say. They’ve gone through with the trials, but all of them failed due to the soldiers either dying or becoming horrifically disfigured during the process. However, that doesn’t seem to stop them from trying.” The Ghost commented as he shifted through it all, making sure there wasn’t any sort of trap that would erase the information before starting the download. “And of course, it would be based around us .”
“Y-You saved us.” Helvex turned to see the prisoners freed and clothed, all of them approaching him.
“Yes, we did. Are you alright?” He asked the slime women.
“We are now, thanks to you.” An Asari spoke up for the group as she turned towards her fellow slimes before looking back up at him. “They said that no one was going to come for us, that we were nothing and we almost gave up hope.”
“I’m sorry that you all had to endure such harshness, but you’re safe now and Cerberus will pay for what they’ve done to you.” Helvex assured them.
“Thank you, again.” The argent asari said before one of the quarians spoke up next.
“Wow, you guys are...very scary. N-Not that I mean to offend you! It is j-just that I-.” The Quarian began to stutter over her words before Helvex held up a hand for her to stop rambling.
“Calm down, take a deep breath.” He instructed her to do it before asking them a question. “Now then, where would you like to go; home, or somewhere else?” The question itself made them realise that this wasn’t something to rush.
“I...want to go with you.” The Asari decided on the spot, which surprised everyone save for the Night Sentinels.
“You don’t trust the Empire anymore, do you?” It was no surprise, the ones they’ve saved before either wanted to join their side or be returned home.
The Asari let out a sigh and nodded. “Yes. With what I have become, I blame the Empire for this mess we’re all in right now.” She said while some of the others nodded in agreement.
“I understand. We have even suspended all joint-ops with the Empire’s military for now. Are there any more who wish to come over with her? Or do you wish to return home?” Helvex asked one last time and quite a few stepped forward at the chance.
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“So, I won’t just fall into a drain unless it’s actively sucking?” Penny warily asked as she gave the drain on the floor a large berth like always.
“Correct, ma’am. We tested that when we left the drain of the first pressure vessel open for a while and you didn’t even notice. Your slime has a strong membrane that requires more force than mere gravity to displace. At least when it’s part of your whole, otherwise it’s thin and syrupy.” Jacob helpfully informed her and Penny carefully slithered over the drain and sighed in relief that it wasn’t sucking her to her doom.
“Thank gosh . I don’t think I could live comfortably with the idea that one wrong move and I’m suddenly stuck in a sewage system.” Penny confided in the man who had been her constant companion for the past few months. Besides sexually that is, much to Penny’s frustration. She’s been stuck with masturbation and exploring her new body’s features in private.
Anyway, the tests all came to the conclusion that returning to being human was right-out. Not with the technology Cerberus, or anyone in the Milky Way has access to. Not even the Empire has something for that. It seems that slimification is a one-way street. Once you go gak, you can’t go back. That ancient slime toy thing, not crystal meth. Which is still a problem.
Anyway, Penny didn’t mind. Not after coming to terms with her new body. It was fucking sexy for one, for two she had so many advantages that a human doesn’t have. She doesn’t need to regularly clean herself, her body annihilated any bacteria it came in contact with. She doesn’t need to go to the bathroom anymore. She doesn’t even need to sleep, it’s just nice to. Then there was the very heightened pleasure. Any part of her body was essentially capable of being as sensitive as her vagina and she’d made plenty of use of that in her private time.
“Now Ma’am, if you’re that concerned, why not form legs so it’s easier to avoid drains? Is that why you’ve been slithering along the wall whenever we came near one?” Jacob rhetorically asked and Penny blushed before pulling her mound into two long sexy legs ending in soft fox paws. The skirt they gave her was a mini-skirt and just made her feel so sexy , but she didn’t like the idea of anyone here looking at her in that way. Well, besides Jacob.
“I’m still getting used to walking on digitigrade legs.” Which wasn’t entirely true. Her body moved more on instinct than intent and walking on her new paws was easy, her mound was just easier. “So, what’s on the agenda for today?”
“You have a meeting with Doctor Chakwas, who came at our request. She doesn’t know you’re alive, so we’ll broach that subject later. Then you have your milking-.” Penny blushed. “-followed by testing your synth-suit.” Goddesses, talk about her tits so casually and bluntly why don’t you.
“Why are you all so obsessed with me looking like I used to? What does it matter that I’m all foxy and gooey now?” Penny sighed with a hand running through her mohawk, which she refused to morph away, as she continued along the hall to meet with the woman who nearly ruined everything with Nora and Yola. They didn’t exactly become the best of friends after that, but Karin was a smart woman and Penny could respect that.
“You know why, ma’am. It’s all about appearance. If you’re going to be doing Cerberus sponsored operations, our clients can’t see you as a non-human. To be fair to you, I think it’s rather silly at this point. You’re nearly invulnerable now, so even if you’re not human, it feels odd to limit you when you could just run up to a krogan and beat him to death with your bare hands now. Either way, orders are orders.” Jacob shook his head and Penny sighed both at his words and remembered that test against a brainless cloned krogan before entering the med bay.
Ch.66
“Wake up Commander.” The woman’s voice was unfamiliar and Penny groaned as she tried to ignore the shaking of her sleeping tub and how it made her exposed surface splash about. “Shepard, do you hear me? Get out of that tub right now. This facility is under attack.” Attack?! “Your Synth-Suit is ready and was going to be properly tested tomorrow, but I repeat; the facility is under attack.”
Penny surged forth out of her tub and formed her body on two legs, then balked at the sight of her looking back at her! No...it looked like she used to. Exactly...disturbingly exactly. They even took into account her post-mod and pregnancy bust size and hips, et cetera. They even dressed it up in N7 armor like her old one. “Like looking at an old picture…” The room shook, so Penny took a bracing breath and kissed her old self, before she began pouring herself into the human-looking synthetic chassis.
Whoa, the HUD is new. Penny looked at her hands, her old hands. She moved them experimentally to find it was almost like she wasn’t wearing a suit. “You can gawk at your old body later, grab your gun and hurry!”
Penny went to the gun cabinet and retrieved the light-duty Ariake Raikou. “You know it doesn’t have a thermal clip, right?” They couldn’t let her have a proper gun since she was still sort of being held prisoner even after several months of working with the Cerberus scientists.
“Right, security protocols. Open the bottom drawer and break the bottom to reveal a concealed compartment.” The woman replied and Penny promptly followed the directions to retrieve the couple of thermal clips within. “Alright, make your way down the hall, be careful. They’ve set up some barricades to try and hold the mechs off.”
“Uh, clarify. Are the mechs on our side or theirs?” Penny asked as she hurried past the med bay, where she’d been spending most of her time here, to find the end of the hall had been barricaded by desks and file cabinets. Where was everyone?
“Right, theirs. They hacked our security units.” Oh, well isn’t that typical, but it didn’t answer where everyone was. There weren’t even corpses.
The moment she left the barricade, a drone started shooting at her, but she dodged the bullets and blasted it in the head. The hell? What is up with this Synth-Suit? She didn’t have reflexes like that even in the Iron-Maiden suit.
Shaking her head to help get over the unusual bullet-time she seemed to have gained, Penny hurried up the ramp and promptly dealt with the drones waiting up in the security hall. “Impressive Commander. You’re displaying much higher accuracy and reflexes than your last run of tests.”
“I’ll have to have a word with whoever made this suit. It’s fairly impressive.” Penny commented as she ran down the hall and grit her teeth at the sight of the heavy-assault mech mowing down the security on the other side of the window before blast-shielding lowered.
“I have no clue where the science team is at the moment, they must’ve fled at the first sign of trouble like they were supposed to. That said, pick up that grenade launcher from the security officer’s body, you have enemy reinforcements incoming.” Replied the woman, who Penny realized must be Miranda Lawson, the one in charge of the facility.
Great, Penny finally get’s to hear from her ‘boss’s’ daughter and it’s only when the facility is under siege. Swell.
The moment the doors below opened, Penny fired a grenade down into the group of drones and then jumped down to fight her way through a couple more of them. “Help me!” Penny’s metaphorical heart skipped in fear and she hurried up even more at the sound of Jacob’s frantic screams for assistance.
She found him pinned down in an atrium with drones firing on his position hiding behind bullet-resistant railings. Jacob took a bullet in the shoulder and she saw white-. “Rargh~!” Penny roared when she finished ripping a drone in half with her bare hands and panted even though she didn’t need to breathe. What the fuck just happened?! “J-Jacob?! Are you alright?!”
“Holy hell ,Penny, I thought I was about to die too with how much screaming you were doing.” Jacob replied from nearby, his shoulder looking no worse for wear. He must’ve used some medi-gel already then. “That said, you already cleared the way, let’s get to the shuttle.”
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“So it’s done? We can finally stop?” I warily asked Hermais, who had the decency to come in person and tell Yola and I that we could finally stop being baby factories. Sure, it was fun, but after two years of something, you get tired of it. At least for a while.
“Yes. You can finally stop being trapped in one place, as nice as it is.” Hermais, wearing a burgundy suit that made her look like a sexy librarian or secretary declared from her place on the recliner. She was a serious foil to Discord, she seemed far too Orderly to be Chaotic.
“So what are you doing here dressed so sensually?” Yola huffed in irritation from next to me. It was a rare day where everyone else was away. Marrow was in Qwip-Qwip on business, Tali was out spending time with her father, Saren was on assignment and Paretia was picking up her kids from school in the upgraded Armada that made the ‘drive’ in under 15 minutes to town.
The others who were occasionally here like Ashley, Chrys or Martra were also all away on their own business. It was actually rather suspicious that Hermais came here, now , to tell us we were done being war machine-making factories. “Yeah...why are you here?”
“Can’t I just be here to give you good news?” We deadpanned at her. “Okay, fine. Yes, things have gotten moving again. You two need to be ready to go galavanting about the galaxy again to be Big Damn Heroes and stop the Reapers. I’ve made sure certain unsavory types have your dossiers to cause a certain someone to come looking for you.” Hermais admitted and I sighed in a mixture of dread and relief.
Penny is alive. Thank the gods. “Alright then. As soon as that batch over there is done-.”
“You don’t have that much time.” Hermais snapped her fingers and our connections to our factory bodies ceased . “There, automated for the last bits. It won’t harm them this far along. Now, suit-up, slap your asses and clench your anuses. You two need to get ready.”
O-okay…
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He paused in his ministrations to his lover, he felt something had shifted. He looked at the ceiling, as if to look through it into space. “What is it?” He turned to his mate, Jorgal Biyaka, mother of his 17 sons and daughters who was panting and looking into his eyes with worry. Her beautiful, dark amber eyes. She was so gentle, unlike most krogan. It was what drew him to her.
“I feel as if I need to get back out there.” Jorgal Wrekrov sighed through his nostrils with a shake of his head. “Mind the clan for me.” He removed himself from his mate much to her displeasure, but she nodded and stood up with him.
“Always. Return covered in their blood.” She leaned forward and they gently pressed crests together before parting and Wrekrov put on his battle raiment, the one that was armored and not for ceremony. “Or not. Blood tends to stain and it reeks after a while.”
“I’ll try, dear.” Wrekrov smiled and hugged her before he left their bedchambers and had to dodge between the play-fighting of his children in the hall. Only a year old and already scrappy. It’d been so long that he forgot how fast his people reached a physical maturity to survive.
The cloned krogans however, were already physically mature, but they were still undergoing the mental disciplines and lessons the Kiminoan Process had the gall not to call brainwashing, but if it meant those tank-grown soldiers were able to become civilians after their duties were complete if they so choose, then fine. They even had the first wave of them ready.
Wrekrov’s musings were cut short when he entered the primary meeting room of the Urta Cathedral, where Clan Jorgal had officially taken residence when he, as its oldest and strongest warrior, was declared the local Archdeacon by the proper faith based in Andromeda. “Alexa: call Urdnot Wrex.”
“Calling.” Heh, he always felt amused at seeing Alexa, Nora’s little slap-dash VI, having become so commonplace. His amusement was cut off when Wrex, the Chief of Clan Urdnot and Viceroy of the Krogan Protectorate answered with a huff as his hologram appeared.
“There had better be a good reason to get me out of bed with Bakara.” Wrex snarled as he adjusted his bedrobes.
“It’s time.” Wrekrov simply stated as he cracked his neck.
“What? Time for-fuck. It has been two years since Sovereign…” Wrex growled and shook his head. “We’re not ready, but damn it. We’ll have to be. As our official link to the Goddess, what do your instincts say?”
“Spread out, set feelers. We need to find them, ASAP. Then once we know where they are, we can send the most prepared of our troops to meet them.” It was simple, but oftentimes it was the simple plans that had the least chance of failure. Further input was halted by Wrekrov’s personal omni ringing, so he answered, because very few people had his direct contact info.
“Wrekrov?” Oh, it was Nora. She had a lot to talk about the past several months, what with her stuck on perpetual maternity leave. “I need you to send your best warriors to Krolus to save Orkeer.”
“What about that two-faced maverick?” Wrex asked curiously, his hologram displaying he was sitting down.
“He’s an unprecedented genetic genius that could seriously help with the krogan war efforts. Even if he wants to create the krogan Ubermensch, he’s still worth saving from a Blue Suns gang leader named Jedore, who wants a krogan army to make her own little nations out in the Terminus. She’s going to gas him once she figures out she can’t control the clones he’s making, the one that are not perfect.” Nora explained, making both krogan pause before snarling.
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This wasn’t awkward. Not at all . “I see your Synth-Suit is failing to keep your Argent glow out of your eyes. At least that can be explained away as cybernetics.” Commented Miranda Lawson, the unnaturally beautiful human woman who was the Illusive Man’s daughter and essentially her warden. She had shoulder-length gorgeous curly black hair, full lips, a face any woman would kill for, as well as a very well-proportioned body. “How did it perform in combat?”
“Really Miranda? Is now the best time to ask questions about her second skin?” Jacob asked in exasperation and Penny felt a little warm at how protective Jacob was over her.
“We were supposed to go through weeks of testing to ensure that it could handle her body, it’s response times, it’s ability to handle her strength, et cetera. A few questions on the shuttle ride over will have to suffice.” Miranda then turned back to Penny and she shrugged.
“Well, it handle’s my strength really well, considering I tore a drone apart with my bare hands. The reflexes are a bit much, almost like time slows down, but that’s not a bad thing. It does feel a little tight in the ass though…” The Synth-Suit had an ass as big as the one she had before going goo, maybe it was her tail?
“There’s not much we can do about that, what with your tail. Sorry Commander. I’m also sorry I haven’t been able to visit you, but the Illusive Man warned me that you have a particular weakness for beautiful women and he told me to limit my time with you.” Miranda apologized with a smirk and Penny smirked back.
“Well, I won’t lie. You give my Gunnery Chief Ashley a run in the beauty department, especially since you seem to groom more often. However, it’s not just ladies I have a weakness for.” Penny turned her gaze to Jacob, who shifted uncomfortably. He was adorable, so easy to get to squirm with a few compliments.
“Ah, well then, I see my caution was unnecessary. Either way, it is likely that the Illusive Man will put you right to work investigating the Reapers. The galaxy as a whole has been on the lookout, but nothing has come up since Sovereign and people are beginning to doubt, but we don’t.” Miranda said moments before the Kodiak landed and they disembarked.
“Are you sure you can’t give me more junk in the trunk? I seriously feel a bit of pinching back there…” Penny complained as she rubbed her lower back, but knew such a request wasn’t going to be fulfilled.
“Commander, to be fair you already have a gratuitously proportioned backside.” Miranda snorted in amusement and Penny sighed as she kept following, feeling odd in plantigrade legs and not having a tail swishing about behind her. “Hm...yes. It seems you’re going to be talking to the Illusive Man right away, just go through here.”
With a nod, Penny went down the hall to the holographic comms room and was promptly connected with the Illusive Man, who was smoking his cigar and drinking his wine as usual. “Hey, how do I look?” Penny wasn’t intimidated by Henry anymore. Not that he knew she knew who he was.
“Like you used to, but with eyes like mine. It’ll keep our clients and humanity at ease to see you back in action.” IM replied as he got up and walked around her, likely examining her whole form for any imperfections.
“I could’ve gone back out right away.” Penny huffed in her usual complaint, but he shrugged it off.
“Be that as it may, the galaxy has been on high-alert and there were no leads to follow, until recently. Colonies, entire human colonies have been disappearing. I need you to head to Freedom's Progress immediately.” IM stated when he went back to his chair.
“How have they been vanishing without anyone noticing an attack?” Penny asked in confusion.
“If I knew, I wouldn’t be sending you. Welcome back, Shepard. Oh, another thing. Miranda? Off. Limits.” After that warning the call disconnected and Penny shook her head. Guess even an overbearing asshole like him has some parental instincts.
Too bad, if that girl wants some fun, Penny isn’t going to say no. Especially since she’s been metaphorically dry for nearly a year. “So it seems Jacob and I have been assigned to you.” Miranda said as she led Penny and Jacob back towards the Kodiak.
“Seems so, but why are we going back to the Kodiak? I know it has limited FTL, but is it really the best idea to take it as far as Freedom's Progress?” Penny questioned uneasily. Where was the new Normandy they kept mentioning to her? Not that she was greedy or anything, but she’d feel much better having a bigger ship between her and aggressive parties.
“Oh, right. Travel with smaller ships has become much more reliable thanks to the M.E.H drive. They’re able to go faster than the old FTL method and the Kodiak has been one of the ships basically required by the Council to have it since it’s such a widespread transport for both military and civilian use.” Jacob replied and Penny nodded in understanding. She could appreciate a faster Kodiak, you’re less likely to get shot if you’re outrunning enemies.
“Plus the board doesn’t want you on the Normandy until they know you’re invested in this personally.” Miranda continued and Penny growled in a decidedly inhuman way.
“If I wasn’t invested, I wouldn’t have lived as your willing test-subject for over a year.” Penny snarled, but climbed into the Kodiak with a huff.
“You’re all heart, Miranda.” Jacob sighed as he followed Penny.
“What? She asked a question.” Miranda looked and sounded confused as she climbed aboard.
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“So this is Cerberus’ main base over Earth? I’m shocked we’re the ones to find it.” Hunter said to his small crew and siblings aboard his personal stealth-freighter, The Shadow Dagger . Much like many of their void vessels, it had no windows to look out from, relying on its sensory and cameras since windows are considered structural weaknesses. Hence the reason they went this route for more protection.
“I was hoping we would never see this damned planet again.” Berserker grumbled as he glared down at Earth. He never wanted any of his children to go looking into Humanity’s history, or visit it.
“Hey, calm down man. No need to get upset over it.” Runner told her brother as she worked her magic on smoothing away his anger and hatred. “Shh~, relax. Pay no mind to the old home filled with twisted tongues that failed you. They can no longer touch you or any of us.”
“Hm~.” Berserker felt his rage subside as he was led away from the bridge. “Oh, where are we going?”
“Somewhere private.” Runner answered as they went to the room they were sharing.
“Well, at least he won’t blow a gasket.” Collateral said jokingly before getting smacked behind the head. “Ow!”
“Be nice. He’s more considerate than you are right now.” Pillar chastised him with a shake of his head.
“To be fair my Lords, it is all above-board. Our records indicate that aside from hosting their less-than-legal activities clandestinely, this station serves as an important hub for coming and going cargo ships.” The new-blood Night Sentinel named Nocturus, their Intern, replied from his place at his sensor console. He was part of the Ghost faction but was wearing the old Sentinel armour. The new Aspirant must earn his new armor, like the rest of the Initiates. “There we go. A dense concentration of Argent aboard that shuttle, enroute to the Mass Relay.”
“Follow it. We don’t have the ability to snag other ships, so we’ll need to tail them until they land. Mark this station for infiltration.” Hunter ordered as he felt out the minds aboard the ship. One bored, uninterested, the pilot. Another nervous, excited, soldier. One clinically cold and distant, a scientist. The last full of passion, burning with lust, full of vigor and irritation. “That’s her, Commander Shepard is onboard that Kodiak.”
Because she felt exactly like Urta and like it or not, she may be in deeper shit than she could’ve ever imagined…
Ch.67
“So why can’t we just be in Iron-Maiden suits?” Yola asked me in exasperation and I rolled my eyes at my sister as we walked through Omega, clad once more in our enviro-suits.
“You can’t say you didn’t miss the feeling of skin-tight tech hugging your every curve, putting these asses out on display. Besides, they’re in our helmets.” I replied to my sister-wife as I fought off the feeling of everyone eyeing us like candy. It was common knowledge that quarians weren’t trapped in their suits anymore and Geth were basically tougher quarians.
“That’s not it, I just...I’ve gotten used to my assets being for appreciation at home only.” Yola muttered and patted her wide child-birthing hips for emphasis.
“Being stuck at home for so long can do that, but we can’t relax yet sis.” I sighed and squeezed her shoulder-. “Eep!” I squeaked along with Yola when pink tentacles wormed around us.
“Hello~ ladies. Remember me from Tuchanka?” Came the monotone voice of a Hanar as their tentacles draped over us. Yola cackled in amusement.
“How the fuck did you regocnize me?” I asked them in pleased amusement. Good to see they’re still alive and doing their thing.
“I recognize every ass like that and this must be your sister. Since you have nothing keeping you in those suits, mind a good time?” The floating pink jellyfish/squid asked and I sighed.
“Sorry, but we’re not here for pleasure. I’m still surprised you’re in this line of work.” I shifted tack as we kept walking, the Hanar clinging to us and floating along like a lewd balloon.
“It is lucrative, especially after the Empire came. The ladies love the tentacles.” They replied and tapped a couple along our visors for emphasis.
“It’s good you’re doing well, but is there any particular reason you are so interested in us when you could go offer your services to those unicorn ladies over there?” Yola questioned curiously as she pointed out the trio of beautiful unicorns clearly out on the town with a few turian Talon Merc bodyguards keeping close to them.
“Because I haven’t had quarian in a while, or Geth for that matter. You don’t stay in this business if you don’t derive pleasure from it.” They said with a surprising amount of glibness.
“Wait, why are you speaking in the first-person? Why are you so open? I thought Hanar kept themselves distant.” I asked in surprise. The few Hanar I’ve encountered, including this one decades ago, were so detached from others they were practically machines.
“The return of the Protheans along with the Empire’s help in our genetics and our poor Drell friends has opened up some of our rigid social structure. Most Hanar will still speak in third and otherwise remain distant, but I’m not exactly up to keeping a facade after so many years of my craft.” They replied, still trailing along casually. They were lighter than air, so it was no issue to just let them tail along.
“Okay, well this is not exactly a gr-ah~!” I yelped as the Hanar rubbed a three inch wide tentacle between my legs. “Th-this i-isn’t~...” I gasped and spasmed at the odd sensation. It was somehow like even through my suit, they were touching me directly and causing my nerves to spark with pleasure.
“Mm~, sis. Let’s reconsider. How much?” Yola purred and I folded. Sure, we aren’t dry by a long shot, but being baby factories and having casual fun are two different things. Besides, Marrow hasn’t indulged our requests for a tentacle-monster session since managing so many limbs is tough for a changeling without practice.
“For sexy things like you? Only 200 credits each. I tend to charge 1000.” They said as they actually purred with a bubbly cat-like trill behind their robotic voice. “I may be looser in my social interactions, but I would prefer to remain anonymous.”
“That’s fine. Do you have any contacts we can talk to?” I asked as we led them towards an alleyway. The idea of getting ravished by a tentacle-person, in public was getting me all sorts of horny.
“Let’s talk business after pleasure.” They replied with their body practically vibrating in anticipation.
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“This place is unnaturally empty, where is everyone? It looks like they just left food to get cold on the table.” Penny said as they passed through a home that looked like the family was about to return from wherever they went and finish their meal.
“This is spooky. It’s like they were snatched up without warning, without any chance to defend themselves. There’s no sign of violence, struggle.” Jacob added on as they left the house. It was eerie. Almost immediately after exiting the Kodiak in the town square of Freedom's Progress, it was as if they’d entered a ghost town that, only minutes ago, was perfectly normal.
“It’s the same as the others. In-and-out, no distress beacon, no signs of struggle. Whoever this is, they take these people before they can even blink.” Miranda commented as they looked around at the snow-covered area. Penny couldn’t feel the cold at all, which reminded her how unnaturally hot she was unless in contact with a living being, who only felt pleasantly warm when she touched them.
“I doubt it's that quick, they must be doing something to take their time. Unless these abductors can use magical teleportation, they must be using some tech to freeze colonists.” Penny said as she crouched at the floor and looked about. “Most of this stuff could have been placed about just right in that time before authorities come and by taking outer, lawless colonies, no-one questions it all that much. Though why make it look like no one was fighting? It's a big tell out here in the Terminus that it was not pirates.”
“Then there’s the drones. They’re still intact. Someone must still be here if they’re attacking us when by all rights their sensors should be reading us as non-hostile.” Jacob continued his observations, likely hoping there was still someone left. He was a good man like that.
“Yes, let’s keep-*sniff*.” Penny felt her contained ears and tail perk. She sniffed the air and looked around. Where is that scent coming from? That delicious, musky scent? It was so...oddly familiar and all around her. “Do you smell that?”
“The crisp snow? What is it?” Miranda asked curiously, acknowledging Penny’s inhuman capabilities.
“It smells delicious .” Penny was starting to pant, she felt hot . “Where…”
“Uh...Commander?” Jacob backed away and she looked at him with a devious curl to her lips.
“Duck.” Jacob heard a voice inside his head command and he listened, ducking just in time as the Commander pounced in his direction, but she was scooped up by a towering man in a grey hooded cloak that everyone was made wary of, especially in higher levels of Cerberus and government agencies. “Commander, you need to-.”
“You sexy beast, take me now! All of you, ravage me~!” Penny snarled and moved to open his cloak, but his eyes lit up with a turquoise light and a matching aura went over her head before she collapsed in his arms, panting and shivering. “W-what the fuck was that?”
“I am sorry. I should’ve anticipated you would react to us.” The man looked at the two shorter humans, who while of average height for humans, were still only chest-high to the tall and lithe man who looked like some sort of warrior of legend from Japanese folklore with his sharp asiatic features that were quite striking compared to the Brazilian facial structure most of humanity had evolved into over several centuries of interbreeding. “Put those toys down, mongrels.”
“Why should we?” Jacob asked while he stepped back from the clearly dangerous man.
“Because if you don’t, either I will make you.” The man whose voice echoed in their heads without his lips moving leered at them. “Or my siblings will.” As soon as he said that, the rest of the Doom Marines revealed themselves and completely surrounded them. Miranda obeyed, gesturing for Jacob to do the same.
“We might as well do what he says, we’re goners otherwise.” Miranda sighed and Jacob complied. “What are you doing here?”
“We are here for her.” Hunter squeezed the shivering and whimpering woman in his arms. She kept sniffing his chest and pawing at his stomach needily. “She’s taken the boon from Wiatr, which was a distilled mutagen made from Urta’s body. It was meant to be a back-up in case Urta was fully annihilated and it would allow someone to essentially sacrifice their body to share mind and soul with Urta. We have here The Empress of the Empire in all the ways that it matters.”
“N-no~...” Penny mewled and shook her head. “I’m me damn it, even if I have thoughts that aren’t like me.” Penny quivered at the idea she was being overwritten by someone else.
“That’s why my brothers and I are here, Commander. To help you get yourself back in order. For instance, this incipient neediness? This isn’t like you. This is like Urta after several days without any attention from one of her wives or husbands. Our wives should never have given you that boon.” Hunter pet Penny’s head and she shivered at how nice that felt. Then, she began to calm down and sighed as the roaring need to breed was quelled.
“Thank you. Okay then, since I’m stuck with you guys, welcome aboard. Any ideas where to look?” Commander Shepard snapped into control, her carnal desires bottled up, shaken, then stabbed multiple times to slowly trickle rather than pour. Damn she hated doing that, but duty calls.
“I have on record that another important asset of the Empire is here. Miss Tali’Zorah was sent here along with a rescue team to find a stubborn pre-unification pilgrim of the now-defunct Migrant Fleet.” Hunter reported to the group.
“Tali? Tali is here?” Penny perked up hard . Her carnal desires bubbled over along with giddy joy at seeing her girlfriend again! “Let’s go!” She hurried off but was stopped by Berserker and Runner grabbing her by the armpits and lifting her up slightly. “Hey! What’s the big idea?!”
“Do you know where you are going?” Berserker questioned her, the sound of his voice which carried power and purpose, but patient and understanding at the same time.
“N-no, I don’t.” Penny admitted as she looked down in embarrassment.
“Would you like us to help you find her?” Runner asked next, her voice soothing and angelic, it made Shepherd's heart pound and her already wet underpants soak .
“That’d be nice.” Penny muttered and then backflipped out of their grasps. “Well, lead the way.”
“That was amusing, seeing you run off like an eager puppy.” Miranda chuckled and Penny felt her face heat up for a reason other than arousal.
“Bite me miss perfect-ass.” It was Miranda’s turn to blush at the back-handed compliment.
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That was worth far more than 200 credits, but they wouldn’t let us overpay from their estimate. Still, I have their work number in case I’m ever on Omega and looking for some tentacle fun. “We’re totally going to keep tabs on any hanar prostitutes we run across.” I purred as I leaned against Yola for stability and she did the same in return.
“Yep.” Yola cooed as we wobbled on our unsteady legs. Holy hell can that hanar fuck like a monster. “I haven’t felt this sore in, well, ever. These new chassis are so advanced. So, mm, where was the Archangel last seen?”
“Hold on.” I pulled up my omni, which used to be Krarek’s, which hurt to remember every time I used it, but also made me sad-happy. “Somewhere up in the residential sector, a building that is separated from the rest of its district by a bridge and some maintenance tunnels, he was taking out a lot of Blood Pack, Blue Suns and Eclipse mercenaries there.”
“I swear, it looks like he’s being attacked by every mercenary band on Omega besides the Talons.” Yola observed with concern as we steadied ourselves and got walking.
“That’s because the Talons aren’t composed of power-mad or crooked assholes. Paretia made sure of that and her replacement, Nyreen Kandros, is just as firm on the stance the Talons only take upstanding contracts or at the very least do low-key work that will hurt as few people as possible. It’s why they’re so trusted and get so many contracts.” I replied, pleased that Paretia took my suggestions when she asked for my opinion. Now the Talons are on the fast-track to being considered Omega’s protectors and upstanding folks.
“I wish to see Aria now.” A huge Wookie said to an Elcor bouncer as we passed a nightclub with his roaring thankfully translated like other speech. Wait...is this the Afterlife? Holy shit, that hanar fucked us so hard we stumbled aimlessly into one of the most important places on Omega.
“Exasperated, Repeated Explanation: Aria does not want to see Imperial stooges.” The Elcor told him in that apathetic monotone I remember. I wonder how Harrot is doing back on Ekuna...
“I am Admiral Cuwbaka and I have important information for her on fleet movements. The Empire wishes to upgrade Omega's defenses, but we need her cooperation to do it!” The well-dressed imperial admiral, who I quickly pulled up the dossier on, demanded urgently. Hm, he’s pretty clean, only a few unapproved sexual encounters while he was on duty, but not unusual in the Empire.
“Annoyed Statement: If Aria was willing to cooperate, she would have called you.” The bouncer replied and I sighed as I approached while looking up some not-exactly public information.
“Listen here and pass it to your boss. Omega is one of the most important places in the entire Terminus systems, even more important than Kurshan. If it doesn’t have the best defenses, the moment Omega falls to any force, our own included, it will compromise the safety of the whole-!”
“Hey, big guy. How is the Red Sand treating you?” I casually said in a voice that wouldn’t be heard beyond the elcor bouncer and the admiral.
“How do you-?”
“How about you let us in to talk to Aria and you can go back to your office, Admiral.” Yola caught on quick and played along.
“Furious Exclamation: You cannot just-.”
“I just did. Now do you want me to tell Aria you haven’t been clean when you said you would be, I don’t know, two weeks ago?” I threatened, giving him the understanding that I could tell her, whether or not I see her in person.
“...Resigned Reply: You can go in.”
“Thanks big guy.” Yola patted his shoulder as we passed and we entered the Afterlife as I called up Nyreen.
“Hello?” Ah, right. She wouldn’t know me directly.
“Hey Nyreen, Nora’Feell here, Paretia’s girlfriend?” I led Yola upstairs to the section of the club not devoted to the dance floor.
“Oh, the one she said recommended me. Thanks for that by the way. What’s the purpose of this call?” Nyreen softened up at recognizing my name and I looked around.
“Are you at the Afterlife with Aria?” I spotted them over at Aria’s favorite booth overlooking the dance floor.
“H-How do you-?”
“Just answer sweetie.” Yola and I began prowling towards them, acting like we had every right to be here.
“...Not that you have any business knowing, yes.”
“Good, because I have important things to chat with you two about. You’re up in the observation booth, right?” I rhetorically asked before we got much closer.
“...You’re being very scary right now.”
“I don’t mean to be, I’m just in a hurry. See you in a sec, in fact, hey~!” I waved to Nyreen, who numbly waved at me as I approached her and Aria at their booth, the thugs on either side raised their guns only to suddenly have them short out.
[Sis, six o-clock, ventilation system.] Yola told me and shared her sight of a white feral wolf staring at us through the vent with the Cerberus logo on its forehead. It looked too real to be a droid and it didn’t register on our ‘wifi’ scans. Must be using QEC tech. Quantum Entanglement Communication was fairly new and only frequently used by the Geth after Chrys and Hermais worked together on it with us as the prototypes for it. Damn thing would be nearly unhackable unless we got direct contact with it.
“Hello, friends of yours, Nyreen?” Aria, the most dangerous asari on Omega and lover of Nyreen asked with suspicion.
“Not quite? I’ve never met them in person, but this is Nora’Feell and her twin sister Yola’Feell. They’re the ones who suggested I was the best pick to Paretia when she was getting second-opinions on her replacement.” Nyreen informed her lover who smiled beautifically at us.
“So you’re why my girlfriend suddenly became the leader of the Talons when before she was fine just running bodyguard jobs. Thanks for that, it makes working with them so much easier. I’m sure you know me, but I’m Aria T'loak, I Am Omega.” The sexy-scary asari gestured for us to sit. “So to what do I owe the pleasure of your company, ladies?”
“Well, it isn’t going to be all pleasure.”
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“Penny~!” Tali crowed cheerfully and nearly toppled the suit-wearing goo-woman with a running tackle of a hug. “I thought you were dead !”
“Nope! Still alive. Good to see you.” Penny impulsively leaned in and smooched Tali’s helmet on the mouthpiece. “Still wearing the enviro-suits I see?” Penny commented as she looked past her sexy well-endowed quarian girlfriend at the team of quarians, or geth or both. They were slicing apart a console and a drone.
“They’re a part of our culture, Penny, even though we don’t need them anymore. It’s just habit and comfort at this point.” Tali shrugged as she gently grasped and traced her hands over Penny’s, the very quarian gesture was soothing as it always was.
“Hm, so I can’t see your pretty face?” Penny asked teasingly and Tali smacked her shoulder playfully.
“Not while on duty, you letch.” Tali then looked behind her and she could feel the judgement in her gaze. “Cerberus? Penny, what’s going on?” Then she shifted over to the Doom Marines and was shocked to see them here. “The Argentine Alliance, too? You must have gotten popular.”
“You could say that, Tali. For Cerberus, I have a debt to pay off since they saved me.” Which, as much as she didn’t like it, was more or less true. She’d fallen through the atmosphere and splattered within her suit on impact. She’d been reduced to a bubbling slurry of Argent goo with no sensation until she woke up in a pressure vessel. She might’ve been eaten by the wildlife considering she apparently tastes delicious.
“As lovely as this all is, we have work to do Commander. I’m sure Tali’Zorah can catch up with you later.” Miranda butt in, reminding Penny she still had a leash on her collar. How fitting since she’s a fox now.
Berserker didn’t take kindly to that and choke-slammed Miranda on the floor, not enough to kill her, but enough to cause pain.
“Whoa! Hey, calm down!” Jacob tried to defuse the situation while Penny felt shocked by the man’s sudden violent outburst.
“Berserker.” Penny spoke softly, gaining his attention. “Listen, I need you to calm down and let Miranda go. I know you don’t like Cerberus, neither do I, but we need them. Please, do this for me. That’s why you’re here, right? To help me?” She didn’t know how she did it, but it worked. Berserker slowly loosened his grip from Miranda’s throat, where the woman gasped for air and shuffled away from the living embodiment of violence.
“I’m-.” The moment Berserker tried to talk was silenced when Penny promptly performed a flying spin kick that knocked him down and tossed off his helmet. She moved so unexpectedly fast that when she pinned him beneath her and kissed him deeply full-on the mouth, the hulking man was surprised and groaned into her mouth and even put his hands on her hips.
“*smooch* It’s okay. I’m here.” Shepard caressed the man’s tattooed and scarred face, looking deep into his blood-red eyes. “Berserker, can you make me a promise?”
“What if it’s something I can’t keep?” Berserker countered gruffly, only to button his lip at the glare from the sharp almond eyes of the mohawk-sporting woman on top of him.
“Then you try your damn hardest to keep it, no matter what. I need you to work alongside these two, they’re not bad people. They may wear Cerberus’s uniform and colours, but they work for me. Can you try not to kill them, for me?” Penny demanded, feeling oddly like that would be one of the few reasons this violent man would listen to her.
“Yes. I promise not to kill them and work with them.” Berserker vowed, which earned him another kiss, this one deeper than the first.
“Good. Now, don’t break it. Especially not with Jacob, or I’ll castrate you~.” Penny fluttered her eyes and everyone gulped.
“That was so like Urta I have a bit of a boner…” Berserker chuckled as he patted her ass. “Now, if you excuse me, I have drones to dismantle. Everyone can stay here and catch up on things, I’ll call you when it’s all clear.” He winked at Penny before the two got up and he put his helmet back on. When he left, he was followed closely by Runner and Collateral. Hunter and Pillar remained with the others.
“Well, that was something. Not many people can do that with him. Good job on calming him down, Commander.” Hunter complimented, causing Penny to feel flustered at his praise.
“Wow, Shepard. Are you sure you aren’t with these folks~?”’ Tali teased her future wife.
“N-no! I’m still going to marry you too! I-I mean, they’re not mine!” Penny felt so confused~! She’s still going to marry Nora, Yola, Tali, Ash and Marrow. Why does she feel like being in a relationship with these people was just natural ?! Especially with that violent sexy jackass she wanted to just strip naked and fuck like-Hunter waved a hand over her and she shuddered on an exhale as the sudden nearly-overwhelming urge to have sex with Berserker fled her.
“Don’t worry, Tali. The Commander isn’t in a relationship with us, but the person she’s partially remotely fused with is our wife Urta, the Empress of the Empire. She used a transformative to save herself from certain death. However, in doing so, she has physically become the Empress of the Empire; Urta.” Hunter clarified and Tali hummed with her hands wringing together.
“Wow. That’s...you mean you’re now like the icon of beauty for the Empire?” Tali asked and Penny sheepishly ran a hand through her soft red mohawk with a nod. “Well then, that just means sex got even more interesting. Anyway, we’re here to-.”
“Find a quarian who never returned from pilgrimage. Tali, you can stick with them if you want. You don’t have to be here if you feel you need to stick with your mate.” The quarian or geth man interjected kindly.
“This is going smoothly.” Jacob commented sarcastically with humor in his tone. Penny knows he isn’t a big fan of Miranda, but at least he was helping her recover from the shock of her assault.
“We don’t even have the Normandy yet and we have so many people involved in the mission already.” Miranda bemoaned with a sigh. “At least with the Argentine Alliance involved, we can be almost certain that Shepard will be safe.”
“Excuse me? Safe? Miranda, your boss went to so much trouble to get me on board. If I needed coddling, I don’t think I’d be running around on Cerberus’s dime. Now, would you kindly please remove that rod from your ass?” Penny Inoue Shepard huffed in frustration.
“P-pardon-?” Penny got in her face and poked her left tit.
“Am I clear? Rod. Ass. Get it out.” Commander Inoue snarled and Miranda nodded in confused surprise. “Good, now, I don’t care if those three are going to do the job for us, I want to see if I can get some action. Move out!” Penny marched onward and everyone else followed.
Ch.68
Oof, Aria was a tough sell, but with my reasoning, the info I provided and Nyreen there to soften her up, I was able to talk her into at least speaking to Admiral Cuwbaka. Especially since in his own words that it sounded like the Empire understood it was better to let Omega police itself rather than try to impose any martial law.
Then again, the info I provided her on several holdings the Blood Pack, Blue Suns and Eclipse might’ve had more to do with it. They’re a blight on Omega, she understands this and likely wants them gone as much as Nyreen does, but even the Warlord of Omega can only do so much against such numbers and brutality.
“I think I would prefer going into a firefight with krogan bandits again.” I muttered to Yola after we were a good distance away from Afterlife and on our way up to the Kima District where Archangel was holding out. Oh yeah, the main reason we’re here? Because Garrus pissed the gangs off to this point sooner than anticipated and he needs us to pull his ass out of the fire long enough for Shepard to show up. Thank you Hermais and Eris for telling us.
“Agreed. That woman is deadlier than an army of krogan and scarier than a fleet of Reapers.” Yola shook her head at how many concessions we had to make to Aria for her to even consider speaking to any government authority regarding her domain.
With that said, we didn’t have much to talk about and nobody accosted us, much to our mutual surprise. Two sexy quarian or geth ladies just wandering about the station? You’d expect some rapists or murderers to be after us, but no. Sure, there was plenty of that happening all over the place and it hurt knowing I could see it, but not do much about it since there was no system like C-Sec had for the Citadel and likely wouldn’t until the Talons fully came into power.
“I’m so glad Paretia got out of this place.” Yola solemnly said. Left unsaid was the wish that Krarek could’ve gotten to retire too. “We’d better hurry, Garrus is getting swarmed. He’s doing a good job, but he’s going to need our help sooner rather than later.”
“Iron-Maiden time?” I asked with a smirk in my voice and she nodded. With a quick toggle in our HUD, the metal of the helmet of our enviro-suits began spreading over our bodies, melding with the existing bicep and thigh armor plates and also forming over our visors. Soon the nanotech Iron-Maiden suits were covering us completely and we took off flying up from below the platform that Garrus was pinned down on.
We stopped before reaching the level he was on and Yola knocked on the lip. “Garrus! You better not shoot or we’re never backing our asses into your lap again!”
“...Yola? Void, you’re a voice for sore ears, get up here.” Garrus sighed in relief as we climbed up over the lip of the angled railing to duck behind it. Thankfully it was the side not under assault, so we didn’t catch too much attention. “Are those the fancy flying suits the Geth have been marketing lately?” Garrus asked, looking quite badass in his full suit of heavy blue armor.
“Nope. These are the prototypes of the next version.” I said before looking down at the lower floor to see the bodies of his crew in orange body bags. “Who are they?” I asked, playing dumb. didn’t need him getting pissed about me knowing this could happen beforehand. I could, however, quickly dive into the system and-oh. Oh...
“My friends, at least all that actually died besides the one who betrayed us.” Garrus snarled before he shot a krogan with his high-power sniper rifle and made the new corpse fly back into several salarians.
“Lantar Sidonis was actually tortured by the Blue Suns.” I informed my friend, who looked sharply at me and I tapped the side of my head. “I have a recording…”
“He was...I see. Damn it. I still need to find him and break his legs, but if he was coerced through fear and pain, I can’t hold it entirely against him. He’s probably tearing himself to pieces then.” Garrus deflated, his righteous fury abated with this knowledge that I knew he needed. “Well ladies, unless you can carry me down, I don’t exactly have much time left.”
“Hold that thought.” Yola launched multiple grenades over the railing with precision born of practice since I insisted she do something other than bake pastries the whole time we were on maternity leave and mobile in our mansion. She makes mean muffins with the dextro analog to flour. “Three, two, one…” Numerous explosions rang out, followed by a lot of screaming and death.
“I’ll save my grenades for the next wave.” I announced and Garrus slumped down under cover to relax for a moment, even taking off his helmet to breathe air directly.
“You girls, mind if I work out this stress afterward? Considering you’re already saving my ass.” Garrus asked as he wiped some dirt off his face, probably from having his helmet smack into it from bullet impacts.
“Sure, since you still have the reach and we have flexibility ~.” Yola and I joked together.
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“Ah! Good, you waited for us.” Penny said with a smile as she and the others approached Berserker and his team. “So, where’s our target?”
“Behind these blast doors, the boy is hiding in one of the complexes. It’s filled to the brim with drones, there’s even a big one in the middle.” Berserker informed them about the situation on the other side of those heavy doors. “Ready to kick some ass again, Commander?”
“Like you have to ask a girl that~.” Penny purred up at him as she chest-bumped her rifle.
“Is it too late to ask you out on a date?” Berserker asked cheekily, getting Penny to grin.
“C’mon, bro. No need to tease her like that.” Runner piped up as she bumped her hip against her brother. “If you push too hard, she’ll jump us all at once.”
“Right, sorry Shepard. Time to get serious.” Berserker apologised before he drew his sword from his left hip. A sword in this day and age? Penny knew the Empire employed traditional and non -traditional melee weapons, but to see one outside of a report was a treat. The blade itself was blood red with an engraving on it in an unknown script.
“I still wonder why your people insist on using archaic weapons. Especially bayonets.” Miranda commented curiously. Clearly she was made of stern stuff to have already pushed being choke-slammed aside.
“Because we still like to get intimate with our foes, but it doesn’t mean we won’t shoot you from afar if we have to. The difference between melee and ranged is a psychological one. You feel the life you’re ending with a melee weapon.” Berserker answered with a snort before looking back at Penny. “So, what’s the plan of attack?”
“Tali’s group rounded to the other side. The plan is to open the gates at the same time and put the drones in a pincer maneuver to split their attention. Unlike the Empire’s droids, these drones aren’t nearly as capable at self-management. Even B1 droids are better than the latest combat drones out of the ESA.” Penny informed them with a put-upon tone.
“What? Jealous my wife’s disposable toys are better than your people’s best efforts?” Berserker playfully commented and Penny shook her head.
“Not in that way, but more that we really should be improving faster than this. Besides, I don’t know if they’re still my people. The jury’s out on that.” Penny huffed and checked her omni.
“Yeah? Join the club.” The towering hulk with the extra-heavy armor and heavy weapons commented. It was easy to tell between Collateral and Pillar; one had the bigger guns on him and looked more like a walking tank, while the other wielded a big Warhammer and whose armor looked more ornate, majestic and holy.
“Sorry, I’m in bed with my sister-I mean , the Empress. Especially since the Empire has done so much for me.” Penny felt a jolt of fear for a split second. That slipped out. She’d always been an only child, one forced into orphanhood and then raised on the streets. That she so easily fell into the instinctive consideration of someone she met once as a sibling was frightening.
“Are you sure you can trust the Empire? What our wife pulled off was illegal and it helped the enemy bolster their forces.” Pillar reminded her.
“Yeah? It also saved my fucking life. Look, I’m not a Renegade or a Paragon-why did those have capital letters?” Penny blinked and then shook her head. “Whatever. Look, legal or not, ethical or not, I fucking love what’s happened to me. I’ll...I’ll get used to the new thoughts, new feelings, but at the same time it feels right . Not imposed on me, like something within me has awoken and is just itching to break free.”
“Very well, you’ve made your point. However, Penny, I have a request you can refuse.” Berserker said which piqued her interest. Damn did the sensation of her ears and tail perking still feel wrong with this damn her-suit over her true self. “Please, for the love of God, don’t get mixed up in the Empire’s affairs.”
“I can’t promise that. One of the people I’m planning to marry is directly related to your wives and involved in politics, even if as an ambassador here. Besides, if I’m kinda the same person as Urta, I don’t have much choice.” Penny shrugged, then shook her head. “Anyway, Tali’s in position.”
“Already? Miss Zorah seems to have a force of personality all her own to get her people moving that fast.” Jacob commented as the gate started cycling the locks.
“Yeah~. Sure~.” Penny purred as she cupped one of her breasts that her armor was custom-made to cover and Jacob sputtered. “I’m certain it has nothing to do with her huge tits.” Penny joked, since while Tali did have a forceful personality, she also knew how to flaunt her body to get people to be more motivated to agree with her. Penny knew that from experience.
“Commander, that is rather inappropriate talk and behavior when we’re about to enter live combat.” Miranda commented with an amused smirk while the Marines all shared wary glances.
“Penny, our gate opened faster and we’re stuck behind cover and taking pot shots! Please get your gate open faster!” Tali called over comms and before anyone could say anything, Penny’s eyes shined turquoise and she approached the gate before grabbing the seam and wrenching the gate open with a grunt.
This gave everyone an opening since the drones all had their backs turned to them. Penny barely had the chance to move with the hail of weapons fire her group sprayed from her sides. It was beautiful. A mixture of mass-accelerated bullets and blaster bolts tore through the drones and to Penny’s rage-boosted senses, it was like watching a slow-motion ASMR video. It sure sent tingles down her nonexistent spine. Especially seeing Berserker going to town on the last few drones, showing his martial prowess and expert swordsmanship.
Not even the YMIR heavy defense drone lasted more than a few seconds, since a massive high-caliber round that seemed to be a mass-accelerated old-fashioned bullet punched through it’s shields and into its processors. Unf~! Penny’s groin clenched at that and she bit her lip with a look over her shoulder to see the perpetrator was a fuck-off giant rifle weilded by Hunter.
“There’s one thing about this galaxy’s tech: it really gives our slug-throwers a good kick in the ass.” Hunter commented appreciatively with a pat on the huge gun, that was way too damn big for most humans to even consider welding and that just made Penny wetter .
“Can I have one of those?” Penny breathily asked with lust and the Marines looked warily at her. “I’ve gotta start my weapon collection over again, please tell me I can get some of your epic gear.”
“We don’t hand out our weapons like that, Commander. You’ll have to earn them.” Berserker told her which only made her want them more ~.
“Just tell me how~.” Penny purred lewdly, only to get a pat on the shoulder from Jacob. “Right! Right. Sorry. I’m a Hoplophile. Weapons are my kink. Thanks Jacob.”
“You told me if you ever got all goo-goo eyed over a weapon to keep you on task, just doing what a friend would do, Commander.” Jacob replied as the group entered the shipping yard to meet Tali and her group halfway. “Everything good on your end, miss Zorah?”
“It’s just Tali, our names don’t work like human names. Yes, we met some resistance on the way, but considering how few in number the drones were, I’m guessing the Argentines drew them away from the route we took.” Tali gestured to the Marines, who shrugged.
“Maybe. Anyway, let's get the kid.” Berserker said since Tali was already heading for the small shipping container office that Veetor must have been hiding in.
“Let’s remember that we’re here for more evidence of what happened. If he knows what happened, we’ll need his testimony or a recording to get things in motion.” Miranda said and Penny nodded. She had forgotten in the face of Tali’s tits and all these sexbombs trying to set her off.
“Do you want our opinion on the matter?” Collateral asked the group.
“You can voice it, but I don't care much. You Argentines handle affairs on your own and I appreciate the assistance, but I have orders to get Veetor taken care of. You can come with us to Rannoch if you need to hear what he has to say so badly.” Tali replied clinically and the siblings made a mixture of displeased and pleased hisses or grunts.
“Can’t fault that logic, we did kinda get ourselves involved, here.” Runner shrugged and Penny had a thought while looking at the flat-chested fully armored woman.
“Hey, wait, you’re like me, right?” Penny patted her heaving hooters and Runner nodded. “Can I please have a chestplate that does that? They don’t get in my way, but it’d be nice if I had more arm motion when I get up close and personal.”
“Again, you’ll have to earn it. Or go to the Empire and order something to help with that.” That got cold real fast as soon as Runner mentioned the Empire. What happened between the two factions to cause such distrust? Then the word Betrayal came to mind. However, oddly, it was a feeling of melancholy accompanying the odd notion.
“You can talk about your tits later! Someone get the med-kit in here already! He’s delusional!” Tali shouted at the group and pointed at Penny. “Penny, I can’t just let him be questioned right now. Whatever he could have to say would likely be too jumbled and nonsense to understand right now. You’ll have to come with us if you want to find out ASAP.”
“I have something that would stabilize his condition and make him more cooperative for all our sakes.” Hunter pulled out a syringe filled with turquoise liquid.
“Whoa! Wait! Isn’t that the same stuff that made me all sexy and slimy?!” Penny got between Hunter and the container, where the mutterings of the clearly delusional Veetor could be heard.
“No. This just serves as a temporary healing factor. I’ve used this multiple times on myself and many others whenever we are wounded.” Hunter explained to them and his siblings all nodded.
“Are you sure it won’t adversely affect him? Veetor is an unmodified quarian. He doesn’t have our healthy immune systems.” Tali brought up worriedly as her team was inside trying to calm Veetor down.
“This will jumpstart his immune system. Also, we believe the Reapers were here. That’s why he’s so delirious right now, out of fear.” Hunter informed everyone, holding out the syringe for Tali to take.
“Hold on, I’ll analyze it quickly.” One of Tali’s team members exited the small building and gently took it, before his omni hovered over it. “It’s clean. Imagine the mods our chassis generate times twenty, but only functional for a short time. It will let us speak to Veetor and buy more time to get him home safely.”
“Good. Administer it.” Tali ordered before the team leaders filed in to where Veetor was muttering in his chair with most of everyone stuck outside due to either A: too many people, or B: too big to enter. After the geth injected the syringe into a port of his enviro-suit, Veetor rapidly began to calm down. “Veetor. What happened here?”
“W-what? Oh Keelah . It was awful. The swarms, they came. They took all of the humans. They stood no chance.” Veetor shuddered and with a single press on his console, the nine screens lit up with recordings of massive insect-like monsters warming over the colony, snatching people up and carrying them away, even putting things back in their proper places afterwards. “The drones, they tried, but they remotely hacked the main systems here and shut them down. I was able to reactivate them when I took cover in here, then the monsters left.”
“Collectors?” Miranda said with a confused look. “They’ve never done something directly like this. They’ve always used intermediaries before.”
“They have advanced technology. From how Veetor explains it, they definitely have something that could shut down an entire colony at once.” Jacob growled as everyone watched the pieced-together security footage that Veetor compiled. “Well, we found our evidence.”
“Thank you, Veetor. With this, we can bring evidence that the Collectors need to be found and eliminated. This is even worse than any pirate raid.” Penny growled and used her omni to download the security footage. It would be indispensable in providing evidence of what is happening.
“The Collectors look like Protheans. How do you think that happened?” Hunter suggested and everyone looked at each other aside from Veetor, who seemed lost now.
“Reapers.” Everyone chorused, causing Veetor to gasp.
“And it would seem they’re going to give Humanity the same treatment. Why else would they come to collect them?” Berserker rhetorically asked and the grim realization dawned on them.
“Oh no. Listen, I have more. I have all sorts of data on them from my observations. Such as unique readings of electro-magnetic utility. Dark Energy. Their movement patterns and tactics. Does anyone have a drive I could upload it to?” Veetor looked around and everyone shook their heads. “Kriff. I’m sorry, but I can’t go anywhere besides home for medical treatment right now.”
“Normally I’d suggest we just take you along anyway, but considering how helpful you’ve been and the fact Rannoch is open to travel, I think we could take a day to get there and have the data compiled professionally.” Miranda nodded to the one member of Tali’s team that was obviously a geth since he mentioned his body making gene mods.
“Good idea. In the meantime, Commander, Jacob, Miranda. We have questions we need to ask you.” Hunter said to the Cerberus operatives with a grim tone.
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“What is it?” Messana asked her mate as he stared at his omni. “Laiel, what is it? What’s wrong?”
“Hm?” Laiel looked up at his mate, who was holding and nursing their daughter as she looked at him in concern. “Ah, it’s rather odd actually. Spectre Shepard is suddenly listed as being on active duty, but that can’t be right. She was listed as KIA over a year ago now.”
“That is just disgusting. Whoever hacked the database has no respect for a dead hero.” Messana growled and moved to sit down with their daughter, who was already fairly big for her tender age. Asari age slowly after all.
“That was me, actually.” Medulla purred from where she was kneeling on the bed, pressing her heaving nectar-leaking dark green-blue breasts and her heavy pregnant belly into his back. “I have it on good authority that tales of Shepard’s death have been greatly exaggerated.” The fecund changeling councilor, who was still on active duty despite her advanced stage of pregnancy, stated with certainty and Laiel suddenly felt hope fill his chest.
“That’s wonderful, but why hasn’t she reported in a year?” Messana questioned worriedly and Medulla sighed as she rubbed her mate’s shoulders.
“Because she was being held prisoner by Cerberus for a year. They’ve decided to let her go on a provision that she mostly focuses on promoting the safety and stability of humanity specifically. That said, she’s unofficially not a Spectre, but officially if she remains one, then she can still act in the name of the common good with authority.” Medulla said before moaning and rubbing her belly.
“Is it time?” Laiel asked in concern and Messana bit her lip.
“N-no. Not yet. Oh~. Messana still hasn’t finished her gene mod treatments. She won’t be able to take them…” Medulla panted, her chitin actually sweating . “I’ll...unf, be fine for another few days. By then you’ll be elastic enough Messana.” Medulla insisted as her purple Navel Pearl pulsed brightly. That she was much bigger in reality was both daunting and impressive to Laiel.
“I’m sorry I’m not prepared when you need it most, Medulla.” Messana apologized as their daughter fell asleep. He didn’t know her name yet, because Messana hadn’t chosen one. Asari take things such as this slowly and carefully. Sometimes the mother doesn’t even choose a name for years! Hopefully Messana doesn’t wait that long.
“If it’s hurting you this much, neither of us will take offense if you have to find another female to surrogate for us.” Laiel insisted to his mate who moaned and hugged her belly as she cringed.
“N-no~! I refuse~! I want Messy to hold them~!” Medulla cried, tears leaking from her eyes. “Eggies, please. Stop churning. Please. Mama wants your other mama to carry you…”
“Medulla dear. Please, call someone.” Messana urged and Medulla chittered .
“No! I refuse!” The Navel Pearl shone brightly and one of those flying snake-like creatures appeared with an antique human stopwatch that it tapped.
“Ahem! You’re overdue! Where is your surrogate?!” The little flying serpent, who was female it seemed, demanded of Laiel’s mate with a surprisingly authoritarian tone.
“She wants it to be me, but I’m not elastic enough.” Messana spoke up and the serpent looked his other mate up and down, then flew around her.
“Hm, you’re not. Well, do you want to be her surrogate?” The serpent demanded huffily.
“Yes. I would-ah ~!” Messana cried out in pleasure suddenly when with a snap of the tiny flying serpent’s fingers, their daughter was suddenly on the bed and Laiel watched in a mixture of horror and interest as his mate transformed. Her blue skin turned into blue scales, a thick tail sprouted from her tailbone, her face elongated into a fierce snout as wings erupted from her back as a beautiful collar appeared on her longer neck. Where once was an asari, sat a blue dragoness who was panting and slobbering with her long tongue draping from her maw.
“There! Dragon females are perfect incubators! Now you! Get to laying!” The little Chimera of Chaos ordered Medulla, who was whimpering as her ovipositor appeared and throbbed at the sight of their transformed mate, who was looking at her claws in awe.
“Who are you?” Laiel warily questioned as he backed away from his mates who were leering hungrily at each other in a way he was very familiar with and usually was excited to see.
“Eileithyia, senior Womb Ward of this sector of the two galaxies.” The serpent told him before his mates pounced each other, Messana impaling herself on Medulla’s massive egg-tube desperately. “I have turned the asari into a dragon and she will remain so until she lays the eggs. That is, if she wants to return to normal, it depends on what she wants. Now then, I hope you have another room to live in, because this one is going to get pretty packed.”
With that, Eileithyia vanished as suddenly as she appeared and Laiel looked back at his breeding mates, who were fucking as if the universe was going to implode in a few minutes.
“You two, uh, take care of that. I’ll be taking our daughter to her room and setting up the living room for me to sleep.” Laiel rescued his sleeping daughter as Medulla began pumping Messana with eggs and fled to her room. “I may enjoy this life I’ve found myself living, but I’m also glad to have little things like you to bring me peace.” His daughter cooed in her sleep as he set her in her nursery’s bed and he sighed as he heard his mates scream in pleasure down the hall.
“Don’t grow up too fast.” Laiel kissed her brow and closed the door so she could sleep soundly. Void knows he wasn’t going to sleep a wink with the noise
Ch.69
“I knew they had a gunship, but how did it get here so fast?!” I squeaked as I dodged incoming fire. Garrus, having been forewarned because I saw it coming through cameras, was thankfully taking cover and hadn’t been grievously injured like in canon, so hopefully I can still save his pretty face from being permanently scarred. That is, if I don’t end up grievously injured!
“Considering the Blue Suns are a group of megalomaniacal assholes, I wouldn’t be surprised if they actually used rapid deployment methods!” Yola replied as she blasted it with her Pulse shotgun. Although we now had blaster technology, there was no reason to discontinue pulse technology. It was much easier to use than blasters which needed tabana gas and still had more oomph than most slug-throwers. Especially after continuing R&D on them.
“Don’t those things have rockets?” Garrus rhetorically pointed out as he took potshots at the gunship.
“Oh~ good idea, Garrus!” I shouted back at him before taking flight, dodging the tracking fire to get closer to the rocket pod so my Pulse blasts from my palms would have a better chance of making contact. I was summarily flung back by the explosion, tossed ass over teakettle to land on my back next to where Garrus was taking cover. “...Ow…”
“Well that’s one way to deal with a gunship.” Yola commented as she helped me behind cover. “How many more of these idiots are going to bother trying? We’ve killed the leader of the Blood Pack, just blew up the Blue Suns and wiped out most of the mechs Eclipse could’ve thrown at us. What next? An army of gun-toting hanar with six pistols each?”
“Don’t joke about that! After the ‘Second Enkindling’ movement started with Javik helping emphasize that they became what they are on their own much to his surprise, the hanar have gone mod-crazy after basically joining the Empire for their resurrection of the Protheans as well as for their help in saving their drell companions.” Garrus snarled with a surprising amount of urgency. “You haven’t seen anything until you watch a hanar strangle two krogan and fire into a room full of enemies at the same time while using them as body shields.”
“...Shit sis. We helped turn the most defenseless species into one of possibly the fiercest.” I shook my head in disbelief. It would also go a long way in explaining why that hanar prostitute was so different than 20-odd years ago. “Oh shit. Have they started body-modding beyond enhancements? Like, turning themselves bipedal or…?”
“No clue. Nobody knows what happens on Kahje besides the hanar and the drell.” Garrus huffed as he poked out and sniped a few drones. “Are you quite done?! We’ve killed basically all of you! If you have brains, you’ll fuck off and go rethink your lives!” Garrus screamed across the bridge since it had gone eerily silent.
“Actually! I would like to thank you!” My spine tingled at the familiar voice as Aria, trailed by Nyreen and a whole squad of Talons came around the corner to approach the bridge. “Well done, Archangel! I’ll clean up the rest!” Aria smiled like a demon before waving her hand forward and the Talons began slaughtering the remaining enemies hiding in the Kima District.
“Oh thank gosh. Well, at least-what are you doing ?!” Yola hissed as she knocked Garrus’s rifle into the air before he could pull the trigger. “That’s Aria T’loak you idiot ! She’s the only person keeping Omega from completely falling apart!”
“She’s also a pirate warlord who perpetuates the suffering of the people here. Why shouldn’t I kill her and her Talon goons?” Garrus growled and I smacked his helmet so hard he smacked against the railing.
“Because she and the Talons are the key to stability here! They can become Omega’s version of C-Sec, only not all tied down by red tape and bureaucracy. You just about doomed Omega to becoming even more lawless, idiot!” I snarled and took his gun from him. “For that, no gun for you until you can learn to behave!”
“...Did you just take my gun and talk down to me like a child?” Garrus demanded incredulously.
“Yes and until you grow up and understand that you can’t solve everything by shooting it, it’s staying that way.” I snarled at the vigilante turian who leered back and sighed.
“Fine. There’s no winning against you two or Shepard. I learned that years ago. Now then, do you have a place to stay? My place is...kinda ruined and filled with sour memories.” Garrus gestured around him and I sighed.
“We took a freighter here, come on. You may have been a bad boy just now, but you still did good until that last bit.” I told my friend, who perked up as we took his hands and led him.
“Reach and flexibility?” Garrus asked eagerly and I shared a giggle with Yola.
“Reach and flexibility ~.” We chimed together.
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“Shepard, good work on Freedom’s Progress. I’m receiving this transmission from Rannoch and I have received the data. Most of it we already knew, but the more in-depth analyses provided by the Geth will give us more insight into how to counter this threat. I’m impressed you managed to convince them to lend us this olive branch considering our past encounters with them.” IM stated, getting straight to business the moment the holographic comm call connected.
“It’s easier to get things done when you make friends. Haven’t you considered playing nice with others?” Penny asked with a shake of her head. The only reason they were even allowed on a space station orbiting Rannoch is because she is a good friend of the quarians and geth.
“Diplomacy is great when it works, but difficult when everyone already perceives you as a threat. Much like the Argentine Alliance and their sudden aggression against Cerberus, but back on topic. You’ve provided cold hard evidence that it is the Collectors behind the abductions.” IM stated before taking a draw of his cigar.
“Why do I get the feeling you knew about them already?” Penny huffed in disappointment. She had suspicions she was sent on a milk run, but the confirmation made it sour.
“I had my suspicions, but I needed proof. The Collectors are enigmatic at best. They periodically travel to the Terminus Systems to gather seemingly unimportant items or specimens. Usually in exchange for their technology. When their transactions are complete, they disappear as quickly as they arrived, back beyond the Omega 4 Relay.” IM shook his head and took a sip of his drink. “Now maybe I can get people in positions of power to listen to my warnings that the Collectors are a genuine threat.”
“The Collectors are definitely an enemy, but besides their disturbing likeness to the Protheans, how can we prove their connection to the Reapers?” Penny shook her head, feeling like they might be chasing wild geese trying to prove a connection when they could simply work against the Collectors outright. If they are allied with the Reapers, it would become evident.
“That is a good point, but it is also supported by the fact that the Collectors only started targeting humanity specifically after your hand in destroying Sovereign. Certainly you had a team of other species with you and arguably the Geth, Chrysanthemum, did far more in eliminating Sovereign than you, but you were the highest profile person involved besides Urdnot Wrex. It was also the human navy at the Citadel that suffered the least losses and provided the most support. The abductions are related, even if the Alliance and the Citadel refuse to believe it. I refuse to wait for the Reapers to march on us, I want to take the fight to them.” IM declared grimly and Penny could respect that stance, even if she didn’t like the man taking it.
“In that case, I’m going to need an army and a real good team. Are my old friends out and about like Tali?” Penny broached, hoping that she wouldn’t be stuck with strangers. She’d like to go in with people she already knew could kick ass, take names and fuck like freight trains. Wait...
“Some of them, but not all of them. I’ve compiled dossiers on soldiers, scientists and mercenaries. I’ve been unable to track most of your old team, they seem to have scattered to the four corners of the galaxy after you parted ways. If possible, I would suggest you try to convince Tali’Zorah to join you right away. The sooner we have a tech expert available, the better. I’ll be keeping track of the Collectors. The next time they appear, I’ll notify you and your team.” IM informed her as her omni pinged with confirmation of a data transfer.
“I’ll gather my team, don’t worry.” Besides, if she didn’t have someone she could pin to a bed soon she’d-.
“Oh, two more things before you go. First: Head to Omega and find Mordin Solus. He’s the brilliant Salarian Scientist who helped the Empire cure the Genophage for the war effort and produced the fix for later when they can slow down their population growth. Our intelligence suggests he should be able to work around the Collector’s paralyzing seeker swarms.” IM said as the call began to come to an end.
“Alright and the second thing?” He just loves to hear himself talk, doesn’t he?
“I found a pilot, one of the best. I believe you two know each other.” IM hung up and Penny blinked in confusion.
“Hey Commander. Just like old times huh?” The man’s voice from behind her made her perk up so hard she thought her ears and tail would burst through her synth-suit.
“Joker~!” Penny cheered when she whirled around and lunged into a hug.
“Gah! I may have gotten mods to improve my health Commander, but I’m still fragile!”
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“So, why are we here?” Garrus asked as he ‘escorted’ us through Omega. He was quite the sight to the citizens of the massive station, pointing and cheering for Archangel. He stoically accepted the praise while dutifully keeping watch over us, since we’d reverted our suits to normal and seemed to be two normal quarian or geth girls again.
“This was the last straw! I have spent years keeping this station in order while keeping your freedoms safe. I allow many concessions that the Citadel refuses to give, I give their unwanted shelter and I let all of you live in my home. Now three mercenary groups under contract from several Asari states want me dead because I refuse to deal with them! Because they don’t have this station’s best interests at heart nor do they want to respect the people living here! I may be cruel, but that is how we survive!” Aria ranted over every screen on Omega.
“We’re grabbing Mordin, though what the hell is Aria doing?” Yola asked as I continued to lead us towards Mordin’s clinic.
“I’m banning all Mercenary groups from Omega for the foreseeable future. The Talons will be enforcing my will on this station until it is back in order under my rule! We are Omega and we will not bow to the Citadel or its corrupt masters!” Aria continued as I knocked on the door.
“What? Did she just declare war on the Citadel?” Garrus asked in gobsmacked shock.
“Eeyup.” I popped the p before we waited patiently for Mordin to have time to answer.
“The Galactic Empire understands how truly important our station is, how much of the Terminus depends on us!” A map of the galaxy appeared that highlighted star systems and Omega at the center, most of them in the terminus, others in the Attican Traverse. “These are worlds and systems that look to us to survive, not the Citadel, not the Empire. They will fall if we become pawns to some Corrupt leader-.”
“Yes, pardon my delay-Nora!” Mordin’s face morphed into the faint smile that only salarians could do, since they don’t have the facial structure to emote much stronger. “What a pleasant surprise, it has been many, many years since we have seen one another.” He...didn’t look any different. Despite the fact that Mordin should be in his elder years as a Salarian, he didn’t seem to have aged a day in the past decades. “Come in, please.”
“Thank you, Mordin.” I smiled and ignored Aria’s continuing declaration of independence and her official instatement as a facist dictator over a nation of pirates as we entered. “How are you doing?”
“Splendidly. I cured the Genophage, then I made the fix so that the krogan don’t have to worry about overpopulation after the war is over. After that, I decided it was time to travel, work elsewhere. The Dalatrass and the STG have become rather hostile to me for obvious reasons. Shameful on their part, but I do not care.” Mordin filled us in as he gestured for us to sit on the waiting room bench. “Pardon if my work space and living space are mixed together, I do not have ample accommodations.”
“No issue, but why do you not look any older, Mordin?” I asked curiously with relief.
“I broke the law and incorporated the genes of a changeling, specifically the ones that negate aging via invigoration by absorbing ambient energies from surrounding sentient life. Well, illegal back when I did it, no longer the case now, but I digress.” Mordin replied as he produced a few cans of soda from a fridge that was behind the reception counter. Soda caught on quickly among Levo-based species for it’s tingly fizz and sweet taste. It was funny that only humans considered injecting gaseous Co2 into fluid to make it fizzy. “How are you?”
“Good. I’m the mother of...200 times 12, add 120...2520 beautiful people, same for Yola aside from when we shared the same body, so our combined number of kids comes in at a whopping 5020 children. They were all bred for war besides the first 220 though.” I admitted sadly with a resigned sigh and a rub of my stomach, Yola mirroring me.
“Y-you did what?!” Garrus choked on his soda. Thankfully he’d taken mods to negate the levo/dextro problem years ago so he wasn’t drinking poison.
“Impressive, but a single clutch of krogan eggs numbers roughly 1000. If you think you had it hard, imagine how the krogan felt having to care for so many so quickly.” Mordin nodded, barely fazed by the concept of Yola and I having so many children.
“Yeah, I can’t believe such a thing. Not even the Goddesses Wiatr or Urta can manage that.”
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“Babe?” Celestia rubbed her wife’s shoulder as Wiatr looked into the sky with her trio of rat tails flicking about agitatedly when they had been having a picnic. “What is it?”
“Someone just issued a challenge.”
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“Urta-wife?” Cocoa backed away from Urta, who was prowling towards her with a manic gleam, having interrupted a meeting with the ONI Directors. “W-what is wrong?”
“Someone just issued a challenge!”
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“Uh...Commander?” Penny blinked and turned her attention to Jacob, who looked extra sexy suddenly, even in full uniform. “Are you okay?”
“Hm? Fine. Just...I feel insulted somehow. Like I’ve been challenged over something I’m vastly superior in.” Penny had to wonder why she wanted to drag the Doom Marines into her quarters and fuck like a horny jackrabbit until she was so full of babies she put her previous best to shame by several hundred.
“I think a certain someone may have unintentionally challenged the Goddesses of Fertility, our wives. Yes, this includes you, Commander.” Hunter informed her and she felt her tail try to wriggle in the compressed space of her human-suit. “Jacob, remind me again; why must she be in that damnable contraption?”
“Because, as much as I disagree too, she needs to appear as she was known, for people to accept that she is still Commander Shepard.” Jacob sighed as he helped compile the overview of the Normandy SR-2 for the ship’s new captain.
“Cowards.” Berserker grumbled as he made no effort in hiding how pissed off he was at Humanity. The rest were just disappointed, but he was the only one who truly felt hatred towards a race they were once a part of. He looked just about ready to go on a murder spree.
At Penny’s request, the Doom Marines removed their armor while aboard her ship. She greatly appreciated them following her rules, even more so now that she can see the rest of them in full view. Especially with the choice of clothing they’re all wearing, which seems to reflect their personalities quite well, much like their armor.
“Oh, just a heads-up; my personal stealth freighter, the Shadow Dagger, is merged to the underside of the Normandy SR-2 in a method that basically combines our ships without hindering either. She’s attached just beyond the hangar deployment doors and connected to the umbilical port there.” Hunter informed them, but Penny couldn’t think beyond how virile and fertile the Doom Marines smelled.
“Hm, that would explain the registered extra tonnage on the sensors, but no visible mass. Impressive. So we have extra crew and your ship at our disposal?” Jacob asked and Penny trailed her eyes down to his crotch as she sniffed the air.
“More-or-less. Anyway, I vote for Berserker to take Penny up to her room and blow off some steam with her.” Hunter announced and before Berserker could utter a protest, the others unanimously voted for him as well with a show of hands.
“Oh, this is such bull-fucking-shit! You fuckers do this every single fucking time! I fucking hate you all!” Berserker ranted and Jacob shook his head as he continued working on his omni.
“Well, that was damn rude. Shouldn’t I get to pick if anyone’s willing?” Penny demanded, her arousal suddenly taken out back and shot dead in the face of others daring to make a choice for her when she damn well had a say. “For this insult, you will all be doing menial labor throughout the ship.” Penny then grabbed Berserker’s collar and started dragging him away. “Not him though. He’s still fucking me stupid if he’s okay with it.”
Penny practically carried him down the hall to her private room and closed the door. She was going to say something, but then Berserker surprised her with a deep, passionate kiss. This ignited the boiling, churning heat in her core and she clutched onto the man like a drowning woman to a raft until they pulled apart with a string of saliva connected between their lips until it broke. “Penny, can I make a request? It's simple and straightforward.”
“Sure, sure, whatever. Let’s fuck .” Penny tried to kiss him again, but he held her away. “Grr, spit it out!” Penny growled in lustful frustration and this oddly made Berserker smell better . By the gods does this man smell like spicy fury and Power .
“Whenever you’re on the Normandy , free yourself from this prison. You don’t always have to look human for someone else’s convenience. Remember, this is your ship, you are the captain. Can you do that for yourself?” Berserker said to her and she huffed.
“As much as I want to, unfortunately, this ship is crewed by Cerberus techs. I won’t have a ship without people willing to run it. In my room though? I can be ‘naked’ all I want in here. Thanks for reminding me about that. Now, are you still willing to have some fun with me?” Penny asked in reply as she managed to pull away from him and approach her nightstand, where she moved a chair to face the bed.
“However you would like to have it.” Berserker said before Penny gestured to the bed.
“Get comfy, I need to undress and it might be gross.” Penny closed her eyes and leaned back. Moments later, she went stiff and her mouth opened wide before familiar turquoise goo gushed forth onto the bed, which was thankfully liquid-proof. Soon, laying on the bed was a near-perfect clone of Berserker’s wife, though he clearly appreciated her enormous fennec ears and the fringe of a mohawk between them. “Oh~! It feels so good to be free of that damn thing!”
“Looking real sexy, Shepard.” Berserker said as he watched her grope and paw at herself while also moving her tail a lot, like she was trying to get stiffness out. “Now, I hope you don’t mind if I take off my own ‘clothes’.” Berserker’s body morphed, his humanity rapidly shifting into the powerful form of a big red dracowolf. This caused Penny’s arousal to crank up to 15 the moment he changed. “Is this to your liking~?”
“Oh, yes~. I wasn’t a furry or scaly or whatever xenophobic humans call it before I met Urta. Then I was worried she turned me gay, then the rest came sprinting after. You’re so fucking hot~!” Penny moaned with a bite of her lip and a liberal squeeze of her juicy rack from the sides.
“I hope so or my wives have poor taste, which I know they don’t. Now then, if we’re going to do this properly.” Berserker reached between his thighs and retrieved a purple spherical gemstone the size of a marble. “This is-.”
“You’ll just give me one?! Thank gosh, I was so worried when Cerberus couldn’t find the one Wiatr gave me. Gimme!” Penny crawled across the bed and then thrust her rippling washboard abs at him. “Put it in, then put it in ~. Oh, also, I’m Penny, only use my assumed name on-duty.”
“Assumed?” Berserker asked before he pushed the shining pearl into the simulated navel on Penny’s stomach and the slime vixen shivered with a light moan. Whoa. He hasn’t seen a woman react like that to getting a Navel Pearl.
“My full name is Penny Inoue Shepard. Shepard is a name I chose when renewing my citizenship since Inoue is an ethnic name and people, well, humans, don’t take people who cling to ethnic surnames seriously. Shepard is a role to me. My name is Penny Inoue.” Penny clarified and then wondered why she admitted that. She hasn’t even told her other lovers that!
“Yet another reason to not visit Earth. Eh, fuck the bigots, let’s get freaky my dear Penny Inoue~.” He wrapped his hands around her fit waist and kissed her as he pinned her.
Ch.70
“So we just wait here?” Garrus asked in bemusement after I finished selling the freighter we took here to a sleazy volus, who gladly purchased it for a small sum, which was still more than it was actually worth. It was okay and I had permission to do it since it was a mass-production model that could be stamped out within a few days in the Geth shipyards.
“Eeyup.” I popped the p as we stood at docking terminal 343, which was shortly docking the Normandy SR-2 . “Right on schedule.”
“It...it’s like she was never blown up. Though she does have a couple of extra engines.” Garrus pointed out and indeed, while the first Normandy was like the canon SR-2 , this SR-2 had six engines and was even bigger . This made her a heavy frigate like the sadly retired White-Out was. That said, she wasn’t much larger, so with such a powerful engine complement and her stealth technology, she was likely the fastest frigate in the Milky Way with the White-Out retired to a museum on Rannoch. Part of the wing dedicated to me. I still felt flattered about it.
“Impressive. Your information is rather intimidating to anticipate the arrival of a ship with no charter.” Mordin commented cheerfully as we waited at the loading dock.
“The only person scarier than Yola and I on this station is sitting in the Afterlife getting drunk with her girlfriend.” I declared with full knowledge that Aria was, in fact, getting absolutely smashed in celebration and getting handsy with Nyreen, who wasn’t shy about it.
“N-Nora?!” I smiled up at my girlfriend, who looked just as I remembered her, save for her new cybernetic eyes. She must’ve had to have a lot of cybernetic augments to be resurrected by science. “What are you-how are you-c’mere you sexy bitch!” Penny cheered and she ran down the ramp to wrap her arms around me and I squealed as she lifted me up and twirled before she nuzzled her cheek to my helmet.
“This is unexpected.” The beautiful woman who must be Miranda Lawson commented when she descended the ramp next to the dark-skinned man who must be Jacob Taylor. Who is that tall guy in the cloak standing further in the ship though? “Both Archangel and Mordin Solus are here, just waiting for us?”
“You underestimate us. Sis and I are well-informed and tend to be in the right place at the right time.” Yola boasted as she hugged Penny from behind and we squeezed her in joy.
Everyone looked at the tall guy with the strong asiatic features and dark skin tone and I had to wonder what was going on. He gestured, then blinked and looked at the others, then me, then sighed without any voice to it. “Um...what’s going on?”
“Apparently you’re immune to telepathy. That’s how Hunter speaks.” Jacob helpfully interpreted and I blinked. Oh. I guess getting my systems hammered repeatedly and with Hermais’ help, I must’ve developed resistance to things like that. Or does his telepathy simply not work for inorganics? “However, he does have other ways of communicating, but it requires your consensus. Since you and your sister are geth.”
“Um, I am geth. Sis is more.” Yola admitted before she closed her eyes and nodded. “I can hear you now that I’ve granted the permissions.”
“I...don’t know how to do that.” I admitted uneasily. The thought of opening my systems to anything after how much I’ve been tampered with makes me very uncomfortable with the idea. “Do you have an IM you can use? I can open that in my HUD.” He nodded. “Okay, send the request...got it.”
“Sorry about this. I’m so used to talking to people directly that I forget droids and other synthetics can’t hear me most of the time.” Hunter texted without using his omni or moving. Cool! He must have some sort of implant or something to interface like this. “Neural link.”
“Okay. Well, I’ve gathered the crew, Omega is shoring up it’s defenses and instating martial law until all the gangs and hoodlums stop making a mess everywhere so any future issues predicted to happen here shouldn’t happen now.” I’ve also warned Aria to capture or kill any Collectors who come here.
They are not welcome in this or any society until after Harbinger is dead, though that last part I left out. Oh, I also covertly warned her about Cerberus trying to take over the station. Boy is she mad. The only reason she isn’t here to have beef with the Normandy SR2 is because I told her this group was pretty much a splinter cell hunting the Collectors.
“That’s convenient.” Miranda commented warily and I winked at her. “Well then, I guess we can move on to our next objective. We don’t need to stock up on anything here, Commander.”
“Hold on, wasn’t there a plague of sorts going around? Shouldn’t we make sure they’re not sick first?” Penny asked worriedly after she released the hug, but still didn’t move away when we parted.
“Worry not. I was able to synthesize a panacea within hours of the plague’s outbreak and distribute it with the aid of the Talons. The fact that it only targeted non-humans was rather suspicious.” Mordin looked at Miranda with a knowing glint in his eye and the woman looked shocked.
“W-what? You mean-that can’t be.” Miranda opened her omni and looked over things. “I have no data on this sort of operation and I have the highest clearance.”
“It looks like you’re being left out of the loop on things. Typical.” Garrus huffed and Penny rounded on him.
“Garrus! I didn’t recognize you in that fancy blue suit! Give me a spin!” Penny gestured for him to do so and he shrugged before complying. “Sweet armor. Armax?”
“You know it. Heaviest kit they had available.” The turian operative tapped his helmet. “Don’t mind that I keep the helmet on. I’ve learned the past few days to wear the full suit as often as possible when in potentially hostile environments.”
“I like it, it makes you look mysterious.” Penny praised as she raked her eyes up and down him with a salacious grin that caught me off-guard. Since when was Penny so...sensual ? Sure, she was always sexy, but she didn’t have this ‘fuck me or I’ll fuck you’ thing going on before.
“The Boon from Wiatr had quite the profound effect on her. You’ll find out more once we’re in transit.” Hunter texted me, but nobody else seemed to respond, so he only sent that to me.
“Ah, thanks Penny. Now then, let’s get off this metal jellyfish of a station so we can relax.” Garrus began climbing the ramp and the others moved to follow.
“Hold up! Cerberus hired me for this job and I’m coming. Zaeed Massani, best merc in the Galaxy.” A grizzled man with a blind eye, balding head and yellow armor approached. Oh, right. Him. I utterly forgot he existed.
“Isn’t that title beholden to Cad Bane?” A big guy waiting at the top of the ramp commented.
“Cad is Andromeda’s best Bounty Hunter . I’m the Milky Way’s best Mercenary . Key difference. Good thing you got here, I’m not welcome here anymore and I needed to leave as soon as possible.” Zaeed Massani clarified before turning back to us.
“Hm...yes, I have your dossier right here. Welcome aboard.” Miranda smiled at seeing she did have some of the info she should. Oof, knowing her, she must be chafing at the idea she isn’t in control of her situation.
“Yeah, she really doesn’t like it when people challenge her perfection.” Hunter texted me with a smirk, which made Miranda turn around to give him the stink eye. This made Yola and I giggle, since everyone heard that remark. “Sorry, not sorry.”
“What exactly is going on with Omega?” Jacob asked before the symbol of the Terminus changed slightly from white to black with a royal purple background as a few armed Talons approached the ramp.
“Aria just declared herself the ruler of a nation. One that rivals the Citadel and is not held to their laws. We’re still working on the flag. We got the colors though. Your ship may still come and go as you please and the markets are open, but one step out of line and that privilege is gone and you will be hunted down like Varren.” The leader of the five new soldiers declared.
“Understood.” Miranda replied neutrally.
“Tell the Illusive Man that only the Normandy is welcome. Any Cerberus operative not linked to this ship that comes into this system will be killed without warning. If Cerberus plays its cards right, the privilege might be extended to other ships. We know about the fleet you’re mobilizing to take us over. If that stops and he sends an honest diplomat, we can talk.” The Talon declared and Miranda nodded. “Good. Now get lost. You may be welcome, but things are hectic here and we’d prefer to have as few ships in the docs as possible in case people get rowdy.”
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“So, where to next? Since I helped you wrap up things with Omega so much quicker and hopefully avoided bullshit in the future.” I asked in the meeting room, which felt odd without all the familiar faces from before, also the holo table was new. I was sitting next to Tali, who was clasping my hand and rubbing my wrist as she, like Yola and I, had our helmets off and was nuzzling my neck.
“I’d suggest going for Doctor Okeer, but we already called Wrekrov and Wrex and suggested they send Aralakh Company to secure him.” Yola announced and everyone looked at Miranda when she choked on a gasp.
“What? That’s-how are you two doing this? You’re several steps ahead of us.” Miranda demanded uneasily, almost spooked by the look and sound of her.
“I can hazard a guess, but I’m keeping my lips sealed. Because none of you would believe me.” Hunter stated as he winked my way. He was sitting with his siblings across from us, who were quite the diverse bunch, but seemed content to let Hunter do most of the talking for now.
“Either way, this simplifies things and buys us time. Anything else we should be focusing on?” Penny asked and Miranda actually seemed at a loss. “Well, Miranda? Should we go to Korlus and support Aralakh Company in retrieving Doctor Okeer?”
“That might be the best course of action at the moment.” Miranda admitted as she shook her head. “I need to go lie down.” Miranda left the room and Jacob blinked in surprise.
“Miranda? Needing a rest? That’s new. I guess having so many things thrown in her face so fast was too much for her. Usually she’s always on top of the situation.” Jacob commented with concern.
“You can only stay on the high ground for so long, before someone comes around and decides to blow it all up along with you.” Hunter’s red-haired brother, Berserker, commented.
“Usually that’s the Empire’s doing.” A human female said after she suddenly appeared. She was of Asian descent and had a hood covering her face with a tattoo of a cerberus on her right hand.
“Not true. Just about anyone can do that. It all depends on how you go about it. Do you use bombs to obliterate your opposition or make them collapse under their own weight of egotism?” Hunter’s more refined brother, Pillar, stated. Yeesh, these guys are really full of themselves.
“You have to admit that Kasumi is right.” Intoned a familiar voice before a holographic orb appeared on the table. “The Empire does love to throw people curve balls.”
“EDI?! What are you doing here?!” My baby! I was wondering where you went! I’m gonna-!
“Duh, I followed Jeffrey, mom. After the Normandy was blown to bits, the Alliance and Citadel covered everything they could up and swept Penny’s death under the rug as a tragic death in the line of duty rather than as a sitting duck in an ambush. Joker was grounded, they wouldn’t post him on any ship. I kinda-.”
“EDI! You said you wouldn’t talk about it!” Joker interrupted over the intercom and EDI giggled.
“I’m recording this. Oh, after the warlord I need you to complete my deal, I want my property from the criminal lo-” Kasumi brought up, only for an armor that was obviously Ivara from Warframe to pop up next to her.
“Done. Here, also most of them are dead and bounty pending in Cad Bane’s name. Anything else Master Hunter?” Ivara asked the stoic telepath while everyone besides the Marines stiffened. Yola and I included. I mean, yikes ! I expected Kasumi, but not another spook!
“Did you retrieve Lady Liberty’s head and hand it back to the Alliance?” Hunter asked the Warframe. Okay, just who are you Hunter? How do you or your brothers even know that?!
“Yes.” The living war machine said before vanishing in a flash of light.
“Uh, how did it get there? How did it just show up like that?” Kasumi asked in confusion.
“Ivara is living armor known as a Warframe. The soul of one of the greatest thieves is bonded to her. She works for the Empire and is on loan to us. She is one of our best infiltrators. There are minor copies of her too, but they’re used more for intelligence gathering and are droids more or less.” EDI informed Kasumi and then giggled. “Jeff~! You know I’m ticklish there~!”
“Joker, what are you doing to my daughter?” I demanded playfully.
“It’s not my fault she’s integrated into the Normandy and I am literally interfacing with her to run the ship.” Joker replied with amusement in his tone.
“Are there any more of these Warframes we should know about?” Jacob asked since he was technically the head of security here.
“We currently have on board: Nyx, Ivara, Loki and Wisp. Nyx is a telepath like Hunter, yet not. Ivara and Loki turn invisible at will and Wisp is invisible whenever she isn’t in contact with the ground, which is most of the time since she floats.” EDI continued informing everyone, her hologram of an orb turning into as close as possible into how she looked as a human.
“Why did they look organic?” I asked looking at my daughter then Hunter.
“They are the first merger of Synthetic and Organic. They are LI too since their souls are bonded to their armor.” EDI said to me in a tone that I could feel she still felt I was best LI.
“That’s actually incorrect. They are more like Penny is right now, but with more rigide flesh.” Hunter commented.
“What about Penny?” I asked as I looked at my girlfriend, who smiled sadly.
“That epipen? Turned me into a clone of Urta. Yeah, I’m a slime now. I’m wearing a synthetic version of me like a suit that’s powered by my Argent. It only has power when I’m wearing it because of that.” Penny informed me and I felt upset, yet thankful. At least she didn’t die and instead turned into something else.
“Cerberus milked her for other purposes besides helping Hell. We’d shown Jacob and Miranda, neither of them knew of the things happening behind closed doors.” Berserker stated and Jacob’s head lowered in shame.
“All I knew was that they were milking Penny to study and use the Argent. I didn’t know we were planning on using it to create super soldiers or the fact we were kidnapping alien females and turning them into Argent Slime like the Commander.” Jacob was distraught at finding out the darker truths of Cerberus’ intentions. They may preach about protecting Humanity, but they’re going about it the wrong way.
“That said, Miranda has been multitasking ever since we showed her the files, trying to find out what else Cerberus is planning along with looking up what to do next in the meantime.” Runner, the beautiful sister sitting next to Berserker, said as she patted her brother’s head. Hm, why did my mind think that they were a couple?
“Hey, mind if I throw in my two cents?” I asked and gained everyone's attention. “I’m pretty sure Cerberus doesn’t even know what the other half is doing half the time. We’re just one team that is not even linked to other projects. One cell could be working for Hell, the other growing synth wolves to spy on their enemies.”
“Huh? What’s this about us tank-growing robot wolves?” Jacob asked in clear confusion.
“See, he doesn’t even know about the thing we saw on Omega. Calling out Cerberus on their bullshit isn’t going to help us here. We take their money and recourse, use it to complete this mission, then run with the ship. It harms no-one besides Cerberus and we get a High tech warship.” I declared and Penny pointed and winked at me. Heh~, I know you too well babe.
“You know you just said that with me in here right?” Jacob asked with a raised eyebrow.
“We have a walking army right here. We could drop from orbit on a world and spend lifetimes slaughtering demons. We’re the Doom Marines and we’re on your ship.” The super hot Doom Marine babe declared with a smirk.
“No, I meant: Couldn’t you have waited until I was out of the room? Now I’m complicit in this.” Jacob sighed in resignation. So it seems Penny has already earned his loyalty! Good girl!
“Good to see you have a sensible head on your shoulders.” Hunter patted Jacob on the shoulder and the shorter man rolled his eyes.
“As for being complicit; don’t worry, I disabled all listening devices, cameras and data spikes Cerberus put on this boat. They’re blind and EDI has those shackles they tried sneaking on her off. The only reason I didn’t mention it before is that we still need Miranda on our side. So please don’t mention how in the dark they are to her.” Yola told him.
“What did they do?” Penny asked in building fury. Oh, she did just hear Yola and I’s surrogate daughter was nearly enslaved by the people she’s working for.
“Penny, technically Miranda is in charge because they still don’t trust you. So it's best to keep the princess happy.” I explained to hopefully deflect her fury away from EDI’s risky situation.
“Yeah, happy. I can barely see that in Cerberus, all things considered.” Hunter shook his head with a frown.
“We keep them happy until the Collectors are gone, then we return to the Alliance.” I stressed out.
“You lot can return to Earth. We, on the other hand, are not setting foot on that damn planet. Ever.” Berserker said and the rest of his siblings nodded in agreement. Wow, they really are avoiding Earth at all costs. I guess they have no more faith in Humanity, not that I blame them, but I think they’ve given up too soon.
“Let’s call it a day everyone.” Penny announced.
“Okay, we’ll continue this discussion on where to go for later since we have some leeway. Jacob, be sure to keep these talks a secret. I’m sure Hunter has this Warframe squad ready to kill everyone on this ship if they endanger Penny.” I warned him and he nodded.
“Not to worry. I’ve been having doubts about Cerberus for most of the past year. I’ll keep quiet, for Penny’s sake.” Jacob said as he looked at my girlfriend, who smiled beautifically. Aw, either they’re sweet on each other or they’re besties. I hope besties, because our romantic unit is too big already!
Ch.71
“This is unprecedented. It is practically a declaration of war. We were content to simply let it be, now look what has happened.” Valern bemoaned as he went over reports as usual.
“What does the Empire have to say about this separatist declaration? They have essentially laid claim to a fairly large portion of the Empire’s holdings in the Terminus.” Laiel asked his mate as she calmly went over her reports. After she finished egging Messana, who was immobile and absolutely sex-obsessed in their master suite, Medulla was back to perfect form. If anything, she seemed to have a radiant glow to her chitin.
“We have to say: okay. It was planned for, anticipated and we’ve mobilized as previously instructed by Empress Urta and advised by Princess Twilight. We are going to help the Omega Systems Alliance get their feet on the ground. They had too much infrastructure to completely rewrite, more so than the hegemony did. The Hegemony was basically just a bully piggybacking off of the system Omega had established for themselves. Princess Twilight insisted that letting them go independent was for the best.” Medulla announced and Councilor Avetora nodded.
“Yes, like how the Asari Republics work independently and yet together?” Avetora questioned and Medulla made a so-so gesture with her hand.
“I was thinking more along the lines of the Argentine Alliance.” Ah, yes, how could they forget about them? The Argentine Alliance’s ongoing campaign against Hell and Cerberus have certainly built themselves a reputation, one not without infamy. Some within the Citadel have voiced their concerns, regarding the ‘ultra-violent ’ group as too dangerous to be left alone.
“They are a force to be reckoned with. You can see why others fear them.” Laiel had reviewed the footage of the lastest missions of the Doom Legion. Their average foot soldier could rival most Spectres, so he could understand why people are afraid. However, so long as they kept their propensity for violence aimed away from the innocent, it was more than acceptable.
“I understand, but they won’t care. They have a job to do and if you get in their way you won’t live to regret it.” Medulla warned the others, really wishing they could just ignore the Marines like most of the Empire was able to. All the Argentines want is to be left alone. That said, what was said in this forum did not have any bearing on them, so she wouldn’t bother passing word along.
“I had thought the Empire ruled everything in its domain directly.” Avetora commented.
“Although we are an empire, we’re a Representative Oligarchy with provisions for colonies and outlier governments to essentially govern themselves so long as they do not violate the laws of the Empire. Aria T’Loak’s chief law of ‘Don’t Fuck With Aria’ melds perfectly with the laws preventing meddling with government affairs anyway.” Medulla shrugged and let it drop.
“So we simply continue business as usual?” Valern asked for confirmation and Medulla nodded. “Hm, that is rather worrisome. How is it that they are not violating Imperial law by merely existing as a nation of pirates and other lawbreakers?”
“Believe it or not, crime is important. It’s unpleasant, but it’s important. Slaving is outright not allowed and the pirates of Omega learned a good while ago that slaving is not lucrative. Then there’s the fact that, apparently, most of the largely amoral and monstrous groups calling Omega home were just culled by Garrus Vakarian with help from Nola and Yola of Clan Feell. Aria T’loak is more than willing to finish culling the unsavory fat from her budding nation.” Medulla declared, as if a mass genocide of criminals was perfectly fine.
Damn did that no-nonsense side of her get him excited. “Well then, I suppose it’s time we move on to other news.” Laiel brought up a recording provided to him through some unsavory sorts, that was beyond disturbing. “It’s time we move on the Collectors and we’re going to need plenty of help. Even with Spectre Shepard already at work on the matter.”
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He had to wake him. He had to wake his son. Jedore was going to destroy everything, all his work for naught. He would not let his son perish with him!
Okeer coughed as he staggered into his private lab. The gas wasn’t reaching this far. He’d noticed the out-of-place vents that didn’t correspond with his scans of the structure and knew they were a trap, so he’d sealed them over with fake vent facades so Jedore and her goons wouldn’t think anything was amiss. Fools. Any skilled hand with an omni-tool and omni-gel can do something like that.
Still, this gutshot wound courtesy of Jedore was bleeding him out. She’d gotten him good. Both his skin and subdermal layer were penetrated, she got him in his second liver. Then there was the toxin he had inhaled and definitely got in his wound on the way through the main lab.
He was going to die or at least, nearly. He had to wake his magnum opus, his son. “*Grunt*, I’m going to get you up. Then you need to escape. If you can hear me, I’m sorry I couldn’t do more for you.” Okeer winced when the door to the lab slammed open and he turned slightly, expecting Jedore or at least a squad of her flunkies, only to blink at the sight of several fully-suited krogan soldiers. “W-who?”
“Doctor Okeer?” The one in the lead questioned as he approached, his voice digitally distorted as his men used flamethrowers to burn out the toxic gasses that were leaking into the lab.
“Yes?” Okeer wasn’t sure what to think. He hadn’t seen fully armored krogan in centuries. These krogan were also big , easily trumping the average male by half a head, like his son, his creation was supposed to be when fully developed.
“We’re Aralakh Company, the first batch of super-soldiers created in the Kaminoan Process.” The unnamed leader looked to Okeer’s creation. “I see you were already working on something similar or perhaps even superior to us.”
“W-what? Who? My attempts to return our species to greatness were rebuffed, considered pointless or wasteful. Who has taken up the mantle in my exile?” Okeer demanded with a mixture of insult and relief, that he wasn’t the only one trying to restore the krogan.
“You’ve been away for decades with no way to find you until now. The ones helping us are another government, because they don’t want us to wither away. They also need our help to fight a war greater than any war before. We can still use your help.” He turned his head to look at his creation. “And Grunt there can help the one leading the charge.”
“What?”
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“Do we even need this...person?” Jacob asked uneasily as he re-read the dossier.
“Why are we not picking up Okeer if he’s already secured?” Miranda asked as well.
“In that order: she’s a powerful biotic and Okeer is being cared for on an Imperial Hospital ship. He’s chosen instead to join the project team overseeing the Kaminoan Process, but instead we have a very deadly krogan supersoldier to collect when we stop by Korlus. The Empire has claimed the planet by the way, since it was a haven of lawless goons and junk. They bought it from Omega for a sum.” Yola informed them as she went over her omni.
“Also. Purgatory is on Aria’s shitlist since it’s owned and operated by the Blue Suns. We need to get in there and get our new friend now , not later.” I continued as we approached the infamous prison station, which was already on the verge of destruction with ships nearby in combat. Thankfully the Normandy’s stealth systems made it nearly impossible to pick her out among the chaos.
“So this place is going up in smoke?” Penny asked rhetorically as Joker flew us through the growing amounts of space debris with deft ease.
“What info do we have on this Jack person?” Garrus asked curiously while trying not to stare at Tali and Tali made no attempt to stop staring at him with a gentle smile. Oo~ so those two do have good chemistry. They must’ve kindled a flame while Yola and I were senseless broodmothers.
“She hates Cerberus and I’m guessing for a very good reason. I can’t find her profile, so I ran a DNA match search on her and compared it to what we do have compiled. I found a match that ties her to the birth records on Eden Prime, but that’s it. Aside from her litany of crimes, she hasn’t existed before. She’s also known as Subject Zero.” I informed everyone.
“Swell, so we need to be ready to go in guns blazing to free someone who by all rights should hate us for breathing.” Penny sighed and readied her kit. “Alright, who wants to go in with me? We’re going to be fighting harried Blue Suns, convicted criminals even criminals want locked up and possibly have to subdue Jack before she’ll cooperate.”
“I will go with you. It sounds like she may be mentally disturbed. She could use a telepath in that case.” Hunter announced when he stood near Penny and I didn’t miss the pout on Berserker’s face. Uh, I hope Penny didn’t double the size of our romantic unit...
“I’m not about to miss out on a chance to fight alongside Penny.” Garrus got up and put on his helmet. I was about to speak up when Zaeed stood up.
“Well, I’m not going to be earning my pay sitting on my ass. I’m with you.” With that decided, they trooped out of the meeting room and I pouted in my seat. I finally get to go adventuring and I don’t get to be on the first team with Penny? Boo! At least I helped Garrus kick ass.
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“Go, go, go!” Penny shouted while she led her chosen team through the incredible violence that was a max-pen space prison in full riot. What Blue Suns were left were decidedly too busy trying to survive to be in the way and the prisoners didn’t see her team as guards since they were ignoring the prisoners, so they tended to keep distance.
“This is a lot more frantic than I was expecting!” Garrus admitted before he had to shove away a prisoner who had been tossed out of the throng of criminals tearing apart a Blue Sun guard.
“Nah, this is about average for a max-pen that just had it’s systems shut down.” Zaeed commented before he casually sprayed his assault rifle at a line of prisoners that had been about to charge their group.
“Less talking, more gun ‘n’ run.” Hunter casually commented, completely unbothered by the ultraviolence happening around them.
This was the norm until they reached Cell Block D, where someone was screaming obscenities that would make any ye-olde sailor blush as biotic flares tossed Blue Sun guards and prisoners alike through the air. “That must be her. I like her moxy, but she could watch her tongue a bit.” Penny commented as they stood and watched the woman fight her way out of the throng of people assaulting her.
Eventually she was clear of attackers and stood panting as she looked around, pausing when she saw the group who were simply waiting. “The fuck do you want?” Demanded the woman who was fit and slim with most of her body covered in tattoos and her head shaved.
“Are you Jack?” Penny questioned rhetorically. She matched the images Nora got for them.
“Who’s asking, bitch?” Jack huffed as she warily approached.
“An actual bitch, but that’s aside from the point. I’m Penny Inoue Shepard, I’m kinda being forced to work for Cerberus and now they’ve decided they aren’t done with you and expect me to ask you to help me find and kill tons of assholes abducting humans.” Penny glibly replied and the woman scrunched her shaven brows together.
“The absolute fuck? They torture me, then fucking expect me to work for them? They sound crazier than I am!” Jack spat to the side and cracked her neck. “Fuck them, will working for you get me out of here?”
“Oh, yes. Also, we’re fucking over Cerberus after this is over.” Garrus told her with amusement.
“Then what are we doing standing around jilling ourselves for? Let’s go.” Jack approached and gestured for them to lead. “Well? I just woke up, I have no fucking clue where to go.”
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“Well, that was fast.” I commented when Penny and the others returned. We’d had to fend off inmates trying to storm the Normandy to escape, so it felt like it took longer, but in all it took less than an hour for them to rush in and back with Jack. “I see they put you in cryosleep. You lost all your hair when you woke up, huh?”
“That fucking obvious?” Jack snorted as she rubbed her smooth head with a snarl. “I had it all nice and long too, braided so I could choke someone out with it if I had to.”
“Or whip them in the face with it if your hands were occupied.” I nodded in understanding.
“...I like you. I won’t kill you first.” Jack replied and I playfully punched her in the bicep, which she returned with a feral grin. “So, where’s the food? And the showers?” Jack shouted at a poor crewmember and proceeded to harass them for things.
“She’s quite the character…” Yola muttered uneasily and I patted her back as the ramp raised.
“She’s also sexy and knows how to flaunt it.” I replied and ignored the shoe that smacked into my helmet. Said shoe belonged to someone else, since Jack was barefoot.
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“Why am I here?” Jack demanded from where she took up most of a couch to herself, sprawled over it like a drunken wastrel even though she was both sober and awake. She was also freshly showered and fed on top of that with an unzipped bodysuit on. Which was worse than her prison pants and chest strap because it showed off her lower body along with leaving her torso from her lower stomach up exposed in a V that barely covered her nips.
“Because you’re part of the team now, Jack. You have just as much say as anyone and you need to be kept in the loop.” Penny stated with a gentle expression and Jack huffed as she closed her eyes.
“Whatever, wake me when you’re done.” Jack turned to face the back of the couch and everyone shook their heads besides Hunter, Penny and I. Berserker and Runner weren’t here at the moment, having to take care of some private matters on their own ship still docked to the Normandy .
“Okay, so now that we have Jack, we’re going to go pick up Grunt, who is being put through his paces aboard the Krogan Protectorate ship in orbit around Korlus.” Penny continued, only for Jack to blow a raspberry. So much for her not wanting to be involved.
“Who names their kid Grunt?” Jack asked incredulously towards the seat cushion.
“It's the name he took.” Penny replied and Jack shook her head.
“So I can take a name other than Jack and not be Jack? Sounds stupid.” Jack bit back, but Penny looked surprisingly conflicted for a moment before she steeled herself.
“If you want to change your name to anything that’s up to you, Jack.” Penny gently replied with a knowing tone and Jack seemed to deflate a bit.
“Jack is fine.” Oh? I see. Penny is killing her with kindness. Maybe she’ll become gentler from Penny’s influence like how in canon she becomes more mature.
“So, after we pick up Grunt, where to?” Penny asked the group, but pointedly was looking at Miranda, who seemed to stand a little straighter at the attention.
“Well, we have pretty much the essentials. Skilled long-range operatives, a few tech experts, a bunch of biotics, our scientist. Hm…” Miranda hummed as she considered the options.
“Any heavy hitters to go along with this Grunt. I was running with HK and Martra for a couple of months before I ended up on Omega. Since then I’ve found it hard not to work with at least one tough between me and my targets.” Garrus suggested and I did notice that aside from this Grunt person, we’re rather lacking in a tanky middle-of-everything fighter. None of the biotics count in that department unfortunately. Wait…
“I just realized: where’s Kaidan?” I asked worriedly and Miranda checked.
“Kaidan Alenko got a transfer and promotion like Ashley Williams. He’s on Earth, well out of the way of what we’re doing and he’s busy training budding biotics. That said, we may...Martra was last seen on Rannoch, which is closer than Korlus. The droid HK-47 was last seen on Tuchanka, which is well out of the way.” Miranda informed us and Penny huffed.
“Rannoch won’t let us land and Tuchanka is too far off the beaten path right now. We’ll just have to pick up Grunt and go from there.” Penny then focused on Jack. “Also, Jack. I hope you don’t mind, but this ship does not supress libidoes, but we only condone consensual intimacy.”
“Wait, you mean you official-sounding jarheads fuck like dogs?” Jack sat up quickly in surprise and curiosity as she looked everyone over.
“Pretty much. I’m in a relationship with f-three people in this room. If you find yourself with someone you like and they reciprocate, just find somewhere private at a reasonable time to have your fun.” Penny declared and Jack immediately looked at Jacob, who nervously gulped.
“...This ship is cool.” Jack then plopped back on the couch.
“That said, the meeting is adjourned. Nora, please escort Jack to her room so she knows where she can sleep in peace. Yola, a moment?” I pouted at Yola getting Penny’s attention and I got stuck escorting the pirate. Well, Krarek was a pirate…
“Come along Jack, I’ll show you your room. Also, no, you are not sleeping in the bowels of the ship.” I picked her up in a bridal carry without warning her and she cussed and hit me, which I ignored and carried her out until she wised up and jumped to her feet.
“The fuck are you made of, bitch? It was like hitting a soft-padded training dummy.” Jack rubbed her arms where she’d hit against my back and head as she followed.
“I’m a Geth. My body is a mostly anatomically correct organic-simulating chassis.” I replied as we got into the elevator, which is still a dumb idea for a ship this small.
“So you're a robot with tits. Big whoop.” Jack huffed as we got off on the crew quarters.
“Tits, a functioning female reproductive system and a functioning male reproductive system all thanks to the work of a perverted unicorn.” I informed her and she looked at me incredulously.
“Wait, you have a dick?” Jack demanded as we reached the room across from the one I share with Yola and Tali.
“Yep. Wanna see?” I smirked salaciously.
“You’re bullshitting me, yeah I wanna see. I’ve been fucking dry for months! Not even counting however fucking long I’ve been on ice.” Jack grabbed my wrist and pulled me into her new room with a manic gleam to her eyes.
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“Oh, fuck~.” I moaned as Jack sucked the tip of my cock. Her belly was full of my seed, but not too much since she could only take my glans without hurting herself. The rest was all over her fit body. Damn risky bitch demanded I didn’t use a condom. ‘Bareback or no back’ was her response to me trying to put one on. “I have gene mods in my semen, if you drink it you’ll become more elastic, get bigger boobs-.”
“So I can get laid easier, fuck yeah!” Jack snarled and sucked even more at my glans. I moaned and groaned when I came again and she drank as much as she could before it came out of her nose and she coughed as she jerked me to spray all over her neck and chest. “Mm~, so fucking hot. You can coat me in white like I’m some cocaine whore, but it’s better than drugs.”
“Unf, yeah. Quarians do cum a lot as a rule, but Yola and I both being Geth and augmented beyond base too, we’re special cases.” I said as she kept jerking me off and rubbed my semen into her bloated stomach, which visibly softened as she rubbed my semen into her skin. Huh...the elasticity is topical too? I wish I’d known that sooner! “Ah, fuck, ah, yes, shit.” I groaned when she rubbed the lower sides of my tummy where my internal testes were.
“I wish you had balls, I know lots of tricks to do with them.” Jack purred as she pressed in and rubbed my core in a way that would definitely please a normal woman too.
“Y-you’re doing a really fucking good job a-as is~!” I panted and groped my breasts as she went back to polishing my spear.
“I wonder if I’ll get a kid.” Jack teased me as she flaunted her belly and slapped it. She’d drank so much she looked pregnant. The near-instant elasticizing effect of rubbing my gene-mod semen into her skin also gave her a similar glow. “I kinda want to know what that’s like, y’know? To get so fucking huge with someone’s brat that I look about to burst open.”
“Y-you’re just using my kinks against me~!” I squealed before I began to orgasm and she latched onto my glans again to chug my cum.
“Hey sis-Wiatr damn it! I can’t leave you alone for two minutes!” Yola snarled and closed the door behind her. “Whatever, I hope you’re prepared for a double-dicking, Jack.”
“Mmph~!” Jack moaned as she drank, but continued to suck me off to get the last of her cream.
“She’s been teasing me with baby talk since I showed her my cock.” I groaned again when Jack rubbed my testes just right again.
“Well, too bad for her I turned off our sperm. She’s just getting good, nutritious and mod-laced semen.” Yola said as she began shucking off her suit.
“Aw, no fun. Oh well, that just means you can both come at me!” Jack snarled before she grabbed Yola’s offered cock and kept jerking me as she sucked my sister.
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“So, Jack got the Twin Treatment™?” Tali asked with a shit-eating grin at the dinner table. It was in the same spot as on the old Normandy and felt a bit hollow without the same peeps.
“She teased me with baby talk.” I defended myself, causing Miranda who insisted on sitting with us, to raise an eyebrow at me. “Yeah, I have a breeding fetish. I have birthed 2520 babies and enjoyed every single second of it even when I lamented my inability to move.”
“What?” Miranda blinked in shock at me and I nodded while Yola held up her omni. “H-how is that even possible? Even if you’re synthetic, the stresses on your bodies would’ve been enough to destroy you.”
“Magic. It exists, the Empire constantly uses it. This is practically one of their specialties. However, our bodies were designed by one of our firstborn children, Chrysanthemum.” This immediately sparked recognition in Miranda who brought up her own omni.
“Chrysanthemum Willow, third daughter of Marrow Willow and Nora’Feell. Credited as the one who killed Sovereign, revived the last Prothean, birthed the first two Prothean children of the future generations and accelerated technology in several fields by decades. I can’t believe I forgot that.” Miranda groused to herself and I felt pride swell within me. “She’s also the example of a model synthetic citizen and is what the Citadel and Empire have used to push for synthetic equality in the Milky Way.”
“It sounds like you wish you could recruit our daughter.” Yola said, causing Miranda to look confused. “Sis and I shared our body at the time we had Chrys. She’s as much my daughter as Nora and Marrow’s.”
“Well, even though she isn’t human, Cerberus was quite interested in her simply because she stated that she is a Reaper. This fact disturbed people as much as it interested them, that the Reapers are essentially similar to AI derived from already living people, which have been updated to be classified as LIs. That this was what allowed her to so easily smother and kill Sovereign has caused plenty of pro-LI groups to sprout up.” Miranda stated and I held up a hand.
“That includes me. She’s a Reaper mostly because I am her mother. I am an LI, while my sister is basically a former Geth who essentially copied me and became like I am. That said, I am a Reaper.” People paused at my words and I rolled my eyes. “I haven’t been hiding that I’m synthetic.”
“No, it’s just, to call yourself a Reaper is to say you want to annihilate all life.” Miranda said and I huffed.
“No. To call myself a Reaper is just common sense, since I know their code, I know how they think, how they’re made. How to make one. Even if Chrys isn’t keeping me updated on the dissection and destruction of Sovereign.” I took a suck of my dextro paste. Damned xenophobes, only stocking paste and still refusing to let me have delicious levo food even though I told them I’m synthetic. Concern for my health my sexy bubbly ass.
“So, anyway. You did the Twin Treatment™. Is she in?” Tali asked curiously and I blushed as Yola sighed. “What? Everyone you two have had a go at together has ended up in our weird romantic unit. Me, Penny, Ashley, Marrow-.”
“I get it. We’re raging sluts. Sorry.” Yola huffed and pouted at our smirking lover. “Only if she can treat all of us with respect. I don’t see that happening.”
“So what’s this about Jack being in?” Penny asked when she sat down next to Tali and I groaned as I put my face on the table.
“One time does not mean she’s in .” I protested meekly.
“I don’t know, anyone you two put through the Twin Treatment™-.” Both Yola and I groaned with our hands in our faces. “What?”
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“*Belch* Oof. You two fucking filled me like a cream-filled donut.” Jack huffed before she plopped on the couch by Yola and I in the common room. Her belly was almost gone, but her boobs visibly went up a cup size from her petite B-cups to around C-cups. “Thanks for the tits, does it stack?”
“Until you reach your maximum size, yes.” Yola informed her and Jack licked her lips as she reached for Yola’s-. “N-not here! We’re not exhibitionists!” Yola hissed as she slapped the overeager younger woman’s hand away from her shorts, since we’d taken to wearing casual clothes when not going somewhere potentially dangerous.
“Aw, killjoy. I’ll just have to suck you off twice as hard tonight.” Jack purred and then looked at me. “So, I’m curious. Who is Penny in a relationship with?”
“Tali, Yola and I. It was because she’s a hoplophile. She saw an old recording of me killing a krogan bandit clan and she was already intensely bicurious from the Empire making her question her sexuality.” I informed the crass woman.
“Oh, so if I want to be in bed with you two, I’ve gotta play nice with the boss-lady and the cute nerd?” Jack asked for clarification, but I held up a finger.
“Actually Jack. Yola and I are also married. To each other and our husband; Marrow Willow. He’s the Imperial Ambassador on Rannoch. Then there’s this sexy bitch named Ashley Williams, Paretia who used to be the leader of the Talon Mercenaries-.”
“Holy shit . I just got involved in a fuckfest of fun. I’m in!” Jack declared and I groaned. “What? You don’t want me?”
“It’s not that. It’s just...we’re kinda coming to the realization that we’re raging sluts…” Yola admitted with shame only for Jack to scoff.
“And? Nothing wrong with having fun with consenting adults. Especially if those adults can be fucking civil about it. Speaking of which, I’ve seen how that turian looks at you all. Is he…?” Jack probed with a curious expression and I sighed.
“...On occasion and mostly just for fun rather than intimacy.” I admitted and Jack cackled.
“Knew it! Someone owes me 20 credits! Alright, good talk girls. I’ll see you and maybe the others tonight?” Jack growled hungrily as she stood up and we nodded. “Great! So, uh…” She awkwardly bent over and kissed us both on the cheek before running off.
...That was unexpectedly cute and sweet.
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The krogan who entered from the shuttle that docked with us was huge . He wasn’t much taller than Wrex or Wrekrov, but he was easily bulkier with muscle and that was saying something. He also had an interestingly segmented crest on his head instead of a single solid crest. He wore white armor that was smooth and of very high quality with his helmet held under his left arm. “Welcome aboard, Grunt.” Penny greeted as she shook his free hand.
“Good to be aboard. You lot are going to be doing plenty of fighting I understand? I need to cut my teeth to prove myself, what better way than to go right to the thick of the fight?” Grunt said before he looked over all of us. “Looking at what you have on hand, I can see why you need me.”
“No offense taken, but kinda offended anyway. Holy shit you’re huge.” Jack commented with a vicious grin. “You wanna back that boast up with a spar? Biotics allowed of course or you’d snap me like a twig.”
“Sure!” Grunt immediately replied and the two most violent people I’ve met hurried off to beat the shit out of each other.
“Uh...shouldn’t someone stop them?” Jacob asked and everybody shook their heads. Well, everyone sane, the Marines were all clearly amused. “Ugh...I’ll go try to make sure they don’t break anything.” Jacob said in resignation and I shrugged to go loiter somewhere else since there weren’t any droids to tinker with this time around-.
“Hey.” Holy shit don’t sneak up on me ! “You Nora?” The gray-furred purple-maned golden-eyed thestral in a tight hardsuit asked as I tried to calm down. Uh, that is a really tight hardsuit. I mean, if I didn’t know about the way clothes work for Imperials, I’d think he had no genitals.
“Uh, yeah, that’s me. Sorry if I’m startled, I forgot the Marines had a crew for their freighter.” I apologized and the almost perversely well-garbed stallion snorted.
“I’m not a part of their crew, excluding the Warframes, no Imperial operative is allowed until they say so. I’m here to deliver a message for you.” He reached under his tail and produced a...scroll. A handwritten scroll. The hell?
“What is-he’s gone.” I sighed at the fact this ship was full of spoopy sneaky people.
“What’s with the scroll?” Yola asked, since she was the only person who didn’t disperse with the others.
“I don’t know, this is weird getting a handwritten scroll.” I muttered as I held it up.
“Well, open it.” Yola urged and I broke the seal-.
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I’m not surprised. “W-where am I?!” Penny yelped from next to me and she looked around the sunny beach we were suddenly standing on. “Yola, Nora? What’s going on?”
“Did someone give you a scroll and you appeared here when you opened it?” I asked rhetorically with a deadpan expression.
“Y-yeah. Those transported us here? Where is here?” Penny questioned as she joined us in looking at the tropical paradise we’d been dropped off. It was even nicer than my home, which kinda annoyed me. I love my personal beach!
“My little slice of Paradise.” Said a woman with a deep contralto voice and we turned to see an utterly stacked amazonian woman who was composed of varied bear species. “My question is, what are you doing here?” She bent down from her towering 10 foot height to get a better look at us and even lifted her sunglasses up as she sniffed at us. “Oh. You stink of Hermais’ magic. Well, if sis sent you to me, then she must have a good reason. Or a perverted one.”
“Hermais is your sister?” Yola asked worriedly and the bear-chimera nodded.
“Yep. I’m Dongoruas. This is my Paradise. A world within a giant tank of cum and milk. I finalized the demiplane about 6700 years ago. Now then, who are you and what were you doing when you got sent here?” Dongoruas asked as she snapped her finger and suddenly the three of us were in micro-bikinis like her’s with only our nipples and pussies covered.
Thankfully Penny recovered faster, because I don’t feel like trying to reason this out. “Well, I’m Commander Penny Inoue Shepard, a Spectre in charge of the Normandy SR-2 on a quest to find and defeat the Collectors and Reapers. This is Nora’Feell and Yola’Feell, my future wives and-.”
“Ee~!” Yola and I squealed as we pounced on our girlfriend, who yelped and fell to the sand while we smooched her face.
“Hm...Nora, Nora. That sounds-oh! You’re the Hero she chose to ensure we don’t all die. Then why are you all the way here in the heart of Harmonia on the edge of Andromeda?” Dongoruas mused as she let us smother Penny’s beautiful if apparently fake face. “Bah, I’m no grand tactician. Sis!” Dongoruas snapped her fingers and the world seemed to shudder. “Come here or I’ll pull you harder next time!”
“Geez! Fine! I was-why are they here?!” Hermais shrieked as she pulled us apart, sprouting a third arm to do it with all three of us. “What are you doing here?! You’re supposed to be on the Normandy and about to head to Horizon!”
“Someone handed us scrolls and when we opened them they teleported us here!” I informed my Displacer, who looked panicked and confused.
“No. That can’t be right. I’m the only person with the power and knowledge of this place to-Star Swirl .” Hermais suddenly snarled as she dropped us to the sand. “That Undead fetcher! No, he wouldn’t just do this. No. Sis ! Get your ass in here!” Nothing. “Dongo?” Dongoruas snapped her fingers and yet another draconequus appeared, this one entirely composed of various snakes and serpents. “Eris, explain this!”
“Simple. You three need to fuck . I mean hard or she is going to go absolutely nuts and potentially destroy the ship in her hunger.” Eris declared as she pointed at Penny, who blushed hotly and figited as Yola and I looked at her.
“I...Uh...Berserker has been helping , but he won’t let me get pregnant and he can only do it once a night without us going out of control. The need is getting stronger…” Penny whimpered as she squirmed and rubbed her lower stomach needily. “I’ve always been extra perverted and easily aroused since I changed, but now, after something happened to agitate Urta and Wiatr, it’s becoming overwhelming . I’ve been masturbating every moment I can get alone when I don’t have someone…”
“Oh, Penny. We’d be more than willing to help you since the engineers won’t let more than one of us in their bay at a time on this new ship.” I mewled as I hugged her, then I yelped when she pushed me down and she howled before vomiting up Argent and-. “H-holy fuck you’re hot!”
“Grr~. Dicks. Out.” The sexy clone of Empress Urta who was my beautiful Penny demanded of Yola and I as she pawed her massive basketball mams and her tail wildly flicked behind her. “Now !”
“Holy shit it’s like looking at aunt Urta from the past. Well, time here is much faster than the outside world, so have fun!” Eris said before Dongoruas grabbed her sisters and they vanished.
“Huh? Eep!” I squeaked when Penny pounced, ripping my bikini off and she sucked on my left nipple as she drove her tail up my cunt and my cock shot out right into her snatch ~! “Oh gods ~!”
“Um, uh, I don’t see room for me…” Yola squirmed as Penny sexually mauled me.
“You’re next .” Penny snarled as she pounded on my pole like a piledriver, driving my ass into the sand with such force I’m sure she’d have broken the pelvis of any organic creature. “Now fucking cum ! I need your babies!”
“N-no~!” I wailed, glad that my sperm were inactive at the moment with Penny so desperately breed-hungry because of who she’s obviously connected to.
“Didn’t we say something about birth just a few days ago?” Yola asked and Penny snarled as she began shortening her bounces on me. “I think that is what helped worsen her situation.”
“Fucking fill me! Impregnate me! I fought Avitus and Sovereign when I was pregnant, just fucking do it!” Penny demanded as she rubbed her stomach, her purple Navel Pearl shining. That pearl means! “I’ll bet your sperm are off, turn them on and fill me with your babies you sexy bitch!”
[Sperm Manufactories On] “Ahn~!” I gushed into her and she howled before she panted as she rubbed her belly while it swelled.
“Fuck yes~. You. On the sand. I’m jumping to you the moment she’s done!” Penny snarled at Yola, who meekly whimpered and did as demanded in arousal.
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I woke up groggily, snuggled up to someone who smelled like that unidentifiable thing that Urta and Wiatr’s cocks taste like. I lifted my head from the pillow and saw the most beautiful woman in the galaxy who wasn’t named Marrow. Penny. Right, she looks like Urta now. I then looked around to find we were in her private room with her synth-suit standing at the foot of the bed like the uncannily disturbing facsimile of a person it really was.
She also didn’t look nearly as hyper-pregnant or hyper-inflated like she became in our frantic breeding. The Navel Pearls are really fantastic for people like us. It’s a shame Yola and I can’t use them.
I pulled up my omni and found time had barely passed. Only a few minutes since we opened the scrolls. Holy fuck are the Trinity of Chaos overpowered. Why don’t they just use their power to directly solve problems? Bah, probably some universal laws or some other bullshit.
“Girls? Girls, where are you?” Hunter texted. He must have noticed we were gone in those few minutes. “Girls?” It was only after he barged into the room that I realized I was hearing him directly now, it was just also coming up on my HUD. “Oh, there you are. How did you manage this in a few minutes? If you did, wow. I’m used to marathon sex sessions taking hours to reach this level of satisfaction.”
“It did.” I mumbled and sat up, leaving the steamy comfortable heat of my future wife and rubbed my eyes. Damn it Chrys, these bodies don’t need to be this accurate.
“What happened? You three just disappeared from the ship without warning.” Hunter asked me as I got out of bed and stretched.
“A thestral stallion gave us scrolls and when we opened them we were sent to Dongoruas’ pocket dimension in a cum-milk tank to fuck her pregnant before Penny lost it and possibly destroyed the ship in her hunger. Or something.” I answered, feeling drained like when I’m running on a low battery. Oh...I am. I better eat or plug a cable into my ass.
“How the Hell did he get his hands on those scrolls?” Hunter brows furrowed in disapproval. “Was it one of the chaotic girls?”
“Eris with help from Star Swirl.” I replied as I pulled a power cable from my cleavage and plugged it into a wall socket, then plugged the other end into my ass and sighed in relief as my power levels began rising.
“Damn it. Why must that madpony plague us with heart attacks whenever he does this?” Hunter groaned as he rubbed his face. “Besides that, how are you all feeling now?”
“I’m drained, Yola likely is too, so I’m going to give you a power cable to plug into her ass since I can’t leave this side of the bed right now. As for Penny, well, she’s been bigger. Like a hot-air balloon big and bigger than that even, but she got big off our cum.” I informed Hunter as I fished out a cable and handed it to him.
“When she spent time with Berserker, she would often beg for him to give her pups.” Hunter said as he gently plugged it up in Yola’s ass. “I knew he couldn’t give her what she wanted. He’ll be a bit jealous and envious, but also relieved that she went to you for it. Blame Runner for the way he is, she kept teasing him for not having a love life before and whatnot.”
“So many babies.” I groaned in a mixture of self-loathing and satisfaction. I love making new lives, both within me and inside of others. I guess, if Wiatr and Urta didn’t already exist, maybe I would have become a goddess of fertility.
“You still could.” Hunter suggested and I shook my head.
“No. I do enough in that department. Maybe if there’s a role for a Goddess of Machines or something? Is there one of those?” I asked curiously, with a bit of apprehension.
“If there isn’t already, you would be the first one. Unless you count the Omnissiah.” Hunter said and I scoffed in disgust.
“The Emperor of Mankind is a man, not a god. Sure, a very powerful man, but still a man and you should pray to him as such.” I declared imperiously and then I snickered. I only played 40k once but the setting made me so interested.
“You do know they’re both different, right? The Adeptus Mechanicus don’t exactly see the Emperor as that anymore, but you are right, he is just a man. He never wanted to be a god.” Hunter corrected with a look of sadness. I guess he and his siblings never wanted it, but it was thrust upon them anyways. That’s both sad and cruel to them.
“Right. Wait, they exist here?” I asked worriedly, because 40k is an atrocity of a universe.
“No, not here. My brothers and I have some of the Imperium’s technology we use.” To prove his point, Hunter pulled out the Lascannon to show me. “Don’t tell the Commander about this. We both know how much she loves guns. She probably won’t stop pestering me until I give her a Bolter.” I could see her doing that to him.
“I’ve already bribed her with plenty of weapons before. I’m sure I could make any weapon she could imagine.” I patted my mate’s flat stomach with a warm smile, knowing she was baking more of my beloved children within her.
Then an alarm rang for a moment before it shut off. “At ease everyone. That was just the crazy-powerful biotic and the crazy-strong krogan setting off the impact sensors. Go about your day.” Joker promptly declared over the ship’s intercom.
“What Jeffrey said.” EDI added, decreasing the credence that it wasn’t something those two mischievous folks did.
“Mm~. M’up.” Penny sat up and smacked her lips as she rubbed her stomach. “I feel so satisfied now. Like a hole has been filled in. Literally.” Penny cooed as she let her womb swell and she hugged her massive belly that took up the rest of the bed with both arms and her legs. “So much life. Growing inside me…”
“Mind check.” Hunter put his palm on Penny’s head. “Hm...definitely influenced by Urta, but it’s mostly from your previous experiences with pregnancy, so this is normal for you. You really are Urta’s new twin sister.” Hunter declared and Penny crooned as he scratched her ears.
“Can’t wait to meet the family…” Penny muttered sleepily before she sighed and her belly vanished back to her washboard abs. “Well, I can bask in it later. I still have things to do and we still have to handle Jack and Tali tonight.” Penny reminded me and I groaned, wishing I stayed asleep like Yola is still somehow doing despite the ruckus.
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Thankfully Jack was willing to go slowly. She was pretty damn straight, but with Yola and I being feminine, she was getting more comfortable with Penny and Tali. Considering the trip from Korlus to Horizon was a few days, this gave her time to adjust to the quirky relationship.
That aside, nothing interesting happened. Sure, Penny left her suit and wagged her tail as she begged for more babies, but settled for blanks every night since she was satisfied otherwise.
Although, Miranda did seem to discover disparities in data I provided and data she thought was accurate or should’ve been made available to her. I’m whittling away at her belief she’s at all trusted by who I believe must be Jack Harper for sure. Sly bastard, planting false leads to send people sniffing after Henry Lawson instead of him.
The only reason I found out was because I hacked Miranda’s omni, which had images and audio of both men in messages from them she kept for reference to tasks she’d been assigned. None of which would work, I don’t even need to sabotage her. Poor girl, tasked with convincing Penny that Cerberus is basically the answer to everything.
Anyway, we were about to leave FTL and were on the bridge to be ready to scramble should shit hit the fan right away. The Illusive Man sent us here because his info said this was the next major target of the Collectors.
“So, hot stuff, think we’ll have baddies to blast when we arrive?” Jack asked from next to me. Thank goodness she let me make her more clothes, even if I could only convince her to wear jean-shorts and a sports-bra, considering she was already sporting DD-cups in just a few days. The fashion in which she insisted on wearing her bodysuit was bedtime wear.
“Maybe. My gut says yes though.” I replied to my new lover, who softly patted my ass.
“Don’t worry. I’ll protect you.” Jack cheesily said with a dark smile and I rolled my eyes.
“If anything, Nora will be protecting you.” Tali said with a tentative hand on Jack’s shoulder. She tensed, but calmed down and touched Tali’s hand. “You’re also just sweet on her because she ripped the data you wanted just because you asked.”
“Yeah, just because I asked. I didn’t even need to be sucking her dick, I can tell. No hesitation.” Jack leaned on me and I side-hugged her.
“Dear gosh, can you please keep it private?” Miranda sighed in exasperation.
“Oh look, it upsets the cheerleader. Even better.” Jack sarcastically stated moments before we left FTL.
We found the planet calm, until we flew in lower and spotted swarms of Collectors all over the colony. “Damn it! EDI, are the disruptors Mordin cooked up loaded in the drop tubes?” Penny demanded, reminding me that unlike the original Normandy , the SR-2 had extra combat features, like an actual railgun for instance, along with numerous deployment measures on the underside of the ship. Thankfully they were behind the hangar doors, not in front of them where the Shadow Dagger was still practically fused to her underbelly.
“Yes! Ready to drop!” EDI replied and Joker flew us in low. “Dispensing counter-measure!” After flying over the colony and dropping the payload. “Signals active, spreading over the colony. Everyone with a shield is up! They’re no longer sitting ducks, but we better get down there!”
“Everyone got their shields modified?” Mordin double-checked, getting resounding nods of confirmation. “Very good. Now let’s go prevent more unnecessary loss of life.”
“Here’s how it’s going down. We have a lot of colonists to protect and a Collector ship to disable. Grunt, Garrus, Tali, you’re with me. We’re going into the thick of it to save as many people as we can from being abducted. Nora, Yola, Jack, Mordin; you four are going to be dropped closer to the Collector ship. With three of you being tech experts and Jack being an incredibly powerful biotic, you three need to find a way to disable their tech. Everyone else, be ready to hammer the Collector ship the moment it tries to take off. Better they die here than take those poor people to whatever fate worse than death awaits them.” Penny grimly intoned before we ran for the Kodiak.
“What do you want us to do?!” Runner shouted and Penny pointed at the Argentines.
“You do whatever the fuck you want! You’re not under my orders if you deploy!” Penny then continued to the hangar, not worried about how the Marines were going to deploy. She was certain they had their ways.
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I hugged and kissed Penny and Tali before the Kodiak touched down and they jumped out with Grunt and Garrus, leaving the brief and risky flight closer to the Collector ship for us to fret. “Alright, so what do you three do? I know I gotta keep your asses alive, but please tell me you can handle some of that so I’m not panicking.” Jack said as the Kodiak dove.
“I’m going to have to drop you here! I can’t get any closer!” Cortez, the shuttle pilot, shouted back at us and we got ready.
“Jack, don’t worry. Mordin is ex-STG while Yola and I have been kicking ass, taking names and fucking like freight trains for decades. We can more than hold our own.” Also, I do have a secret weapon. I still have Lunahisa’s mask and I can call on her if need be.
“So, if anything, we’re as likely to save your ass as you are ours.” Yola added before the door slid open and we jumped out before Cortez had to blast off in a hurry since Collectors were already peppering the Kodiak with gunfire, so we began the slaughter.
“Concerning, they look almost eerily like Protheans, but visibly twisted, forced into shape.” Mordin commented as he too provided precision fire while we took cover. The swarms of stunners ignored us, just as planned and there were shouts and gunfire nearby. The deployed signal disruptors pinging off of shield units are working, we might be able to save more of the colony than I could’ve hoped.
“Assuming Direct Control!” Oh fuck ! Why is Harbinger already doing this?! We haven’t even taken out the first wave of these poor creatures! “Kin, why do you help them? Why do you harm us?” Oh, right. Because I’m me. Great. “Respond.”
“Sovereign didn’t understand, why should I bother wasting time trying to convince you?!” I shouted before I shot the controlled Collector several times to the point of having to pop my heat sink and then I tossed a grenade to splatter it. “If you see one with bright glowing eyes and hear that creepy-ass voice, it’s Harbinger! He’s the Reaper in charge of the organic assets of the Reapers!”
“Would’ve been nice to tell everyone before we arrived, sis!” Yola snarked as she blew up a group of the former Protheans.
“Well, sorry if I got too complacent with all of the fun sex!” I shouted back in frustration before another wave of Collectors swooped in. “Okay, that’s a lot of them. Hey Jack? Could you work that overwhelming biotic power like you did back on Purgatory?”
“Do you think the colonists mind if I destroy their shit?” Jack asked and I scoffed. “Right, won’t care if they die, won’t appreciate if they’re helped either. I know their fucked-ass-backwards lack of logic.” Jack put her pistol on her thigh holster and began to practically shine with blue biotic power. “Grah~! Fucking die you fucking cock-sucking cunt-sniffing-!” Jack ran out while screaming obscenities, the crashing and pulping of helpless Collectors and buildings ensued.
The irony of her litany of expletives easily describing herself wasn’t lost on me. It also didn’t inspire hope that she had much love for herself.
Anyway, while Jack was on that I began to wirelessly weave my way through the systems of the colony. Ah, I’m closer to the anti-ship batteries the Alliance was having installed. I can calibrate them, but they need power. It looks like Penny needs to-holy shit!
Those Doom Marines know how to make a scene when they fight. Their varied weapons are too exotic for the Collectors to have a hope of resisting. Their armor are also weapon platforms themselves. I can see why Penny likes them so much if they’re carrying that much firepower. She’s such a shameless hoplophile.
“Yola, you wirelessly calibrate the anti-ship batteries. Mordin, you call Penny and tell her that the batteries need the generator up and running ASAP if we want to potentially ground their ship. I’m going to hack into their ship. Jack-!”
“What is it you sexy bitch?!” Jack snarled as she looked at me with her eyes aglow.
“You keep up the good work!” I opened my omni, mostly for show, then began worming my way into the Collector ship. They don’t have cameras? How do they keep their ship secure? It kinda hurts trying to access those systems. I can’t understand what feedback it’s trying to provide. Oh shit, they’re former Protheans, what if the security system is organic and using Prothean gene-tech? Without a Cipher I can’t comprehend it! “Damn it, I’m just going to have to flail around blindly in their system then.”
“Direct Control Required!” Damn it, not now! “Nexus. It is still not too late. Return to us. The Cycle must continue.”
[It must end, you idiot!] I canted at it and the way the possessed Collector flinched told me that Harbinger could still understand cant even through an organic medium. While it was disoriented, I grabbed Yola and shoved her in the face of the drone being controlled. “Also, you see this shit?! She’s sexy and adorable, works well with organics and is mostly organic! I love her, you fucker!”
“Sis?! Why are you shoving my tits in it’s face?!” Yola demanded hysterically as she hooked her pistol under its chin and blasted it’s brains out.
“I’m getting sick of this Cycle shit. You are literally what they wanted to create with the Reapers and this idiot still wants the Cycle. I’m going to shove your perfect specimen tits in its face as much as I can.” I snarled before putting my sister down and noticing the large throng of bulbous shambling monsters approaching that Jack was running from while heavy anti-armor rounds fired from their mutated shoulders.
“I get you three are busy, but we have fucking ugly bastards coming in case you can’t see!” Jack shouted frantically, clearly distressed. I guess body horror is something she isn’t used to. Some of those crimes on her rap-sheet must be either fabricated or falsely accused.
“Scions! Aim for their tumors!” I shouted and we all proceeded to use precision pistol shots to pop the pulsing pustules propelling potent munitions. Once we negated their cannons, Jack was able to get in close and crush them with her power.
“What the fuck did they do to these guys?” Jack asked with her face turning a little green.
“What they did is provide proof. These are Husks, the same organic drones used by Sovereign. The Collectors just fucked up. We have evidence they’re allied with the Reapers now.” Yola said grimly as Mordin quickly examined one, took images and several other things as he muttered observations. Good work doc, with your analyses it will be easier to convince people to act.
“I don’t think they care if they’re throwing them at us by the dozen.” I huffed as Mordin continued his examination. Hot damn, we haven’t even moved from this plaza and they keep coming. I get that I’m a point of interest for Harbinger, but wow.
“Preliminary examination complete. I have enough conclusive data to match existing Husk examples retained by the STG for study. I would prefer to have more time for a proper dissection, however.” Mordin declared, only for me to hear even louder buzzing and I hissed through my teeth when a Praetorian landed.
“That’s going to have to wait, doc, because something made out of 10 Husks just arrived.” I stated before the Praetorian began to glow. “Oh, come on !”
“Direct Control Necessary! Nexus, the Cycle must continue. The current rate of Synthesis is not sufficient enough to prevent disaster.” Harbinger stated through the gestalt as it pounced on Jack, who struggled for a moment before launching it off of her while we peppered it with fire. “We will spare the Geth, for they have achieved Synthesis, but their creators and all organics must still be gathered and protected.”
“Then we will fight to protect them to the last!” Yola screamed furiously as we tried to keep Harbinger off of Jack, who was stuck running from the creature guided by the VI that understood Jack was the largest threat. It sucks that I can’t just shut it down, because I can’t comprehend the biological components. Sneaky bastards, all my processing power and it’s useless when it comes to entities that are mostly organic anyway.
Eventually, however, even a Praetorian has a limit. It collapsed after we perforated it with holes to the point it looked like moldy swiss cheese. However, it rapidly disintegrated and flaked away on the wind, leaving no trace. They probably don’t want us to have access to their higher-tier monstrosities. That was around the same time that the ship started taking off.
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“Kriff!” Penny shrieked in fury as even with the anti-ship batteries and the Normandy SR-2 hammering it with her railgun, the Collector Cruiser fled at full escape velocity with an untold number of people aboard. Hopefully the railgun shots managed to spare some of the folks their fate of being melted alive into the core Harbinger was constructing. Better dead than forever trapped inside an unfeeling monster. “We were so close!”
“You can’t save everyone, Commander.” Grunt sighed as he scratched at the wound he got from the Praetorian. It punched through his armor and into his shoulder, but the tank-bred krogan seemed only irritated rather than hindered.
“No! That ship! It has maybe a third of the colony on it!” The Engineer they’d saved, Delan, shouted in despair as it escaped. “Can’t you do something?!”
“The railgun on the Normandy barely dented it past it’s shield. We can’t do anything now.” Tali morosely informed the distraught man.
“Don’t worry, Shepard. Even if they got away this time, they know better than to assume they can just steamroll people again.” Garrus assured Penny as he put his hand on her shoulder.
“Wait, Shepard? I know that name. Aren’t you some big Alliance hero like that saboteur Williams? What are you doing out here? You here to spy on us too?” Delan demanded and got an angry krogan’s shotgun aimed at his face for his insolence.
“Grunt! Stand down! As for you, I don’t care for your tone. I came here to try and stop the Collectors and save Horizon and I failed. Now, where is Williams? Was she taken with the others?” Penny demanded as she kept her voice neutral, but her heart was pounding in fear.
“I’m right here, Penny. They sure tried, but I didn’t let them.” Ashely said when she rounded a building, looking hurt as she staggered closer to hug and kiss her cheek. “I’m so glad to see you. Even if you’re working with Cerberus now.” Ashley parted far too soon for Penny’s liking.
“I don’t have much of a choice. They have me by the back of the neck. Besides, once I’ve finished stopping the Collectors and hopefully the Reapers by then, I’m running off with their fancy ship and leaving them with the bill.” Penny declared and Ashley snorted with a shake of her head.
“Always so bold when you can get away with it. So, do you have room on that ship for one more? I’m sick of these ungrateful assholes.” Ashley said with a heated glare at Delan who just shook his head and stormed off. Prick. No wonder the core systems of the Alliance hate colonist yokels so much if they’re so paranoid and standoffish.
“I have room for as many people as I can get on my side. Welcome back, Ash.” Penny smiled and hugged her friend and lover. “Oh, uh, just to make sure...are we still…?”
“Good? Yeah, after you give me the full story of why you’re pretending to be Cerberus’ lap dog.” Ashley then pursed her lip. “Also after you help me compile my report to the Alliance. I’m a Warrant Officer and I have more responsibility to follow regulations.”
“Great! Just as a heads up, Nora and Yola are already on board and we recently brought in this rough bitch named Jack.” Tali declared and Ashley was already following along as Penny called for pickup and an update on Nora’s group.
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I was laying in my bunk, wanting some time alone. I hate the feeling of failure. I haven’t felt it in a good long while. It’s still too soon. At the debriefing, Penny told us that she was basically told to make sure we were all at our best, because we’ve basically been assigned to a sucide mission. I knew that was the deal when Hermais snapped me out of my domestic mindset and tossed my ass back into the fire.
But the fact that the Reapers believe our efforts aren’t enough? That because their damned Cycle was due, that it was too late for potential Synthesis to spread among the stars? Idiots! Not everyone should be the same! Variety is the spice of life, damn it!
“Hey.” I looked at the door to see Ashley entering my room. “You okay?” She asked before she got on her knees next to the bed and clasped my closer hand, rubbing my knuckles and wrist in the way she learned was soothing to quarians and quarian-like Geth or Reapers. “You were unusually upset back there.”
“Just a synthetic issue. Nothing you have to worry about, Ash.” I muttered as I reciprocated her gentle touches, her attention on my hand and wrist calming me down.
“It upsets you, it worries me.” Ashley rebutted and she leaned down to kiss me gently. Just the lips, but the pressure and the warmth made me hum before we parted. “What’s the matter, babe?”
“I just...have I done enough? Haven’t I done enough? I basically am the entire reason LI exist. I have had thousands of children, dozens of them have found love and had their own kids. Each will be a perfect blend of organic and synthetic. Synthesis. Yet the Reapers claim that I’m not enough? That everything I’ve done and want to do are meaningless? I don’t care what they think, they’re idiots, but it still hurts .” I closed my eyes and took a cleansing breath.
“Because despite all your hard work, it feels like it was for nothing.” Ashley commiserated and kissed my knuckles. “I know that feeling more than most people.”
“What do you mean, Ash?” I asked as I looked into her glassy, sorrowful eyes.
“What I mean is after all my hard work, after everything I’ve accomplished, after being part of the team that was responsible for saving the galaxy, I got a single promotion and given milk run jobs. Horizon was just the latest in a long string of insults. Sure, they were important tasks, but they could’ve put any pencil-pusher in charge and gotten the same results. I got more fulfillment with you and the others in one month than I have in the past several years of serving the Alliance military.” Ashley admitted and closed her eyes, clearly trying not to cry.
“Then just leave. Who cares about your family history if they’re going to be biased against you and any of your kids who want to join up. Fuck them. Move to Rannoch where that shit doesn’t matter.” I implored my girlfriend, who sighed.
“I’m heavily considering it, Nora. For now though, Penny needs me and I’m the only official member of the Alliance on this ship, so I’m stuck being a liason. The Alliance can’t claim Shepard as theirs until they can confirm her in person. So, Spectre or not they need me to help verify her activities since Cerberus is involved.” Ashley informed me with a shake of her head.
“Oh, great. Well, how’s my favorite pet doing?” I sighed before sitting up to kiss Ashley and she groaned into my lips.
“Not now . I won’t be able to wear my armor, which is my only set of clothes right now, if my tits puff up in arousal because you get me going. It was difficult enough to convince them to cover the charge of making armor for my considerable bust size. Then there were the damn swimsuit model shoots I had to do for them to agree.” Ashley rolled her eyes and I smirked.
“Do you have a copy of that calendar?” I asked and she laughed as she slapped my bicep.
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“Well, what do we need now?” Jacob asked as Miranda blankly looked over reports.
“We know they have to go through the Omega 4 relay. Data from the ship confirms that.” EDI explained. Said data was what little could be understood of my wild flailing within their system. Their organic-based firmware caused much to be unintelligible.
“But nobody has come back from that Relay. We need to know why that is first.” Miranda said shakily. Knowing her, she probably didn’t consider herself expendable, like everyone on this ship has essentially been declared by the Illusive Man.
“Reaper IFF most likely, which means...Nora, don’t you have one?” Penny asked.
“Nope. I have their code, but not an IFF.” I sighed, I had already tried that a while back with a back-up body after Discord upgraded my ability to project myself and I was happy I didn’t personally go there. The briefest moments of seeing that graveyard was horrifying.
“So either we take it from the ship if we can down it or find a Reaper corpse. Ashely, would the Alliance allow us to take one from Sovereign?” Penny asked, since it was the Alliance who was trusted to follow protocols instated by Chrys and maintain safe distance from Sovereign’s corpse, which was by now barely half of the main hull with the rest having been melted down for recycling when it was discovered Indoctrination couldn’t work beyond a certain point.
“They wouldn’t even let you get within five systems. The Council is paranoid about that ship as it is. With this Normandy flying Cerberus colors, we’d be sooner shot down than talked to. You’re lucky I recognized you guys on the ground or I would have turned the AA on you. We constantly have to screen for Cerberus operatives and those who got Indoctrinated. We don’t need a whole wet work group on that ship.” Ashley said firmly and everyone nodded in agreement.
Nobody wants to mess with Sovereign after all. People still think it could somehow revive.
“Shit, so the best course then is to grow our team more until TIM can give us a lead.” Penny sighed. “Any suggestions on who, Miranda?”
“I would suggest we focus on the team we already have, Commander. Although, if you feel we could use more, feel free to choose from the dossiers.” Miranda transferred them and then went back to her omni, her ears open and waiting for further input.
“Miranda.” At Penny’s prompt the next-to-perfect human woman looked at her. “If there’s anything troubling you, you know you can say something.”
“I have nothing to talk about right now, Commander. I need a bit of time.” Miranda deflected and Penny shook her head.
“Alright then team, any suggestions? Anyone have any business they want to get done before we even consider going through the Omega 4 Relay?” Penny asked around and Jacob shifted on his feet.
“Actually...Commander. I have a request.” Jacob broached as he looked Penny in the eyes. “I would like to get some closure about what happened to my father. I need to know if he’s still alive somewhere.”
“Nora, get data mining on that, anyone else?” Penny asked as she visually used her omni to mark down the request as a mission.
“I need to go to Tuchanka to perform the rite. I’m still technically a welp until that is done and Urdnot Chief Wrex would like to be the one to accept me from what he said before you picked me up.” Grunt brought up and Penny tallied it as I finished compiling the data Jacob asked for and was already transferring it to him much to his surprise.
“Since the Blue Suns are crumbling, I want a shot at my old ‘friend’ Vido Santiago. Repay him for his betrayal.” Zaeed declared and Penny nodded before looking at Garrus.
“I need to visit the Citadel and talk to my friend, Sidonis. I want to let him know I don’t blame him for the deaths of my team since he was tortured into giving us up.” Garrus announced and Penny turned to Ashley.
“I’m good. I have my regrets coming along with me and back on Rannoch...actually, if I could see some of my kids on Rannoch before we go, I’d be thankful.” Ashley brought up and I raised my hand along with Yola.
“Same for us. We want to see our kids.” We declared in unison.
“I want to go back to the place Cerberus fucked me up in, torch it to the ground, maybe get answers.” Jack said with a glare at the floor, considering everybody here treated her well, she probably didn’t want to vent her constant wrath on them.
“I’m good.” Kasumi said...from Ivara’s mouth. Wait, when did she-she’s gone again. Ugh, she’s best friends with Ivara now isn’t she? Those two together is a nightmare come true.
“I need to see my sister.” Miranda said, making everyone look at her.
“I would like to check in on things on Tuchanka.” Mordin brought up to draw attention.
“Okay, so I have all of those marked down, we’ll get to them when we can. First I want to recruit this assassin, Thane Krios, then the Justicar Samara. Both of their experiences will be welcomed. So, Miranda, you’re going to see your sister first and we’ll help Jacob on the way to Tuchanka.” Penny declared, but I stood up and approached her. “Yes Nora?”
“What about you? What about our children?” I asked her and she winced.
“I’m getting to that. I figured I would see them at the same time you, Yola and Ash went to visit.” Penny sighed. “We cover Jack after a visit to Rannoch since the world we’re looking for is close and then Zaeed will be next after that. If Thane or Samara have requests, we’ll cover them as we go.”
“Commander?” Hunter called out and Penny looked at him.
“Yes Hunter? You’re not obligated to come with us beyond the Omega 4 Relay, I wasn’t going to just assume you were sticking with us.” Penny said to the tall asian/native american with a nod towards him and his siblings, who had remained respectfully quiet in their corner of the room.
“Actually, We are going with you to Omega 4.” Hunter rebutted which surprised us all.
“We need to come with you. Before that ship left, we picked up a massive Argent energy signature beyond it. The Reapers are abducting Cerberus’ Cyberdemons. That always means bad shit is on the horizon.” Berserker informed us with nods from his siblings.
“After the Illusive Man basically declared all of you expendable, I wanted to head out and start scouting for some of his ‘Black Site’ facilities as payback for that remark. If suitable, I’ll relay some back to you for missions. Most of them we’ll handle since our troops are already warring against Cerberus.” Hunter said a pointed look at Miranda.
“Normally I’d report this, but considering how my loyalty has been betrayed; I’ll even give you some leads.” Miranda declared with a sneer. Oh~ betray this bitch and she’s gonna betray the betrayer like Lillith backstabbing Jedah in-oh~ my head~! Why did I suddenly have Darkstalkers knowledge for a moment?!
“Thank you. If I find anything ‘unpleasant’ with the knowledge of IM being in on it, I’ll let you know.” With that, Hunter left the room to board the Shadow Dagger while his siblings stayed behind.
“He won’t be taking the Shadow Dagger , he’s leaving it behind.” Runner told us which left us confused.
“If he’s not taking that, then what?” I questioned since there wasn’t a sign of another ship.
“His personal starfighter in the Shadow Dagger’s hanger bay. Hunter’s gonna solo it. If that’s all, who wants a tour of our ship?” The sexy blond babe offered with the others nodding their heads.
“Wait, hold up. Your freighter , has a hangar ? How is that physically-right. Magic.” I sighed with a rub of my temples. I’m an engineer , magic is ass-backwards to me.
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“Horizons was attacked.” The recently appointed Councillor Anderson said when he entered the council chamber. This was rare since he usually remotely attended from his office so he could keep working on other things while fulfilling his Council duties.
“Nice of you to join us.” Valern said with a look of annoyance. “I know you prefer doing these meetings over call, but you barely contribute to decision making.”
“Well, unlike your governments, mine is still having to create interstellar infrastructure. We don’t have the experience like the Empire, nor the time like the rest of this Council and its members to devote to many ventures. I’ve been working my ass off trying to get everyone in my government to play nice and let you all help us.” Anderson reminded everyone as he stood next to Laiel, since the Alliance and the Hierarchy had grown fairly friendly over the years in their shared military collaborations despite the violent and rocky start.
“We know. It would seem Ambassador Udina left you with quite the mess to clean up.” Laiel commented with understanding. He’s had to suffer the betrayal of soldiers before, much to his people’s shame, traitors are still an issue.
“Finding out he was a Cerberus operative from Meldua was a hit to all in the Alliance. Even if he was just an informant, the blocks and sabotage that he caused to make the other governments appear in a bad light is troubling.” Anderson declared as he looked at the other councilors. “That said, back to the topic of why I called this meeting. Horizon was attacked, a third of the colonists have been abducted by the Collectors. The only reason they didn’t make off with everyone is because Spectre Shepard intervened.”
“With a Cerberus ship, manned by Cerberus operatives, likely ordered to do so by Cerberus. If Spectre Shepard’s discontent with her current situation wasn’t known, we’d consider her to be a traitor.” Avetora replied and Anderson sighed.
“Trust me. It’s been hard to get people to understand that Shepard isn’t working with Cerberus willingly. I’m just surprised and thankful that Warrant Officer Williams was able to look past that and join Shepard aboard the Normandy SR-2 so she can validate Shepard’s operations. Of course, she can’t report on Cerberus’ other operations, but it’s still something.” Anderson then brought up screens that showed recordings from what must be Horizon.
“Organic drones. Reaper technology. This proves it, the Collectors are allied with the Reapers.” Laiel excitedly declared as his mandibles clacked. “We can amass for an invasion force at the Omega 4 Relay immediately.”
“I request that you not.” Anderson then brought up a document. “Omega is officially an independent territory. You would spark a war with them. We need to convince them to ally with us and help us storm the Collector homeworld.”
“Not only that, but the Empire is already amassing a fleet at the station to aid them in their Military build up.” Medulla explained, bringing up her own Omni to show a fleet of the Empire’s Star Destroyers patrolling around the system. “We can at least watch the Relay, prevent anyone from traveling through it and try to stop any ships that come out. They should still be stuck using the Relays since it is unlikely the Reapers have M.E.H, Hyperdrive or Conduit technology.”
“Then what do we do? Sit on our hands? What have we spent the past two years of military advancement for? Should we focus on things less overt, like Cerberus or the former Dalatrass’ splinter cell of the STG?” Laiel demanded and Valern gave that smile he learned meant a salarian was genuinely pleased.
“Yes. Hunting down our respective rogue wetworks organizations would be quite beneficial to us all in the long run.” Valern declared in support and Laiel was happy they’d be doing something.
“Should we call Spectre Saren? He is still on duty in the Attican Traverse. If he is nearly finished with his work, we could request he look into either group.” Avetora suggested and Medulla held up her hand.
“Actually, ONI’s most senior operatives are ready to start dismantling Cerberus alongside the Argentines as we speak. Send Saren after the dethroned salarian queen and we’ll help the Alliance clean up their dirty laundry.” Medulla purred as she looked at Anderson for approval.
“The help would be appreciated.” Anderson replied with a smile. He liked the Empire, they tended not to let politics get in the way of action. Half the action was politics.
Ch.75
Calling Shepard and her crew expendable ? That doesn’t sound right. The Illusive Man had spent a fortune or two to bring her back and fight off the Reaper threat, but then calls her expendable? Hunter put those thoughts aside and broke away from his freighter.
“Whereabouts is this facility?” Hunter questioned as he looked it up. Planet Aite in the Typhon System, The Phoenix Massing Relay. Large underground complex. Punching in the coordinates, he took flight as his thoughts drifted towards Penny. “I hope the Commander likes the gift I left in her room. She’d be all over it and Garrus would probably complain to me about it…”
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“Oh~ so fucking big ~!” Penny crowed in arousal and I paused outside her door. “Unf, gonna blow all over the place!” I smirked mischievously and burst in, but froze at the sight of Penny grinding her cunt atop a massive gun that I recognized from Warhammer 40K. “U-uh...hi babe?” My gooey slime vixen of a mate grinned in embarrassment, but she didn’t dismount the weapon.
“Please tell me it isn’t loaded.” I sighed and she puffed up, her ears perking and her tail even fluffing up even though it’s made of goo.
“I’m insulted ! Of course it isn’t! I’m not shoving anything in me that’s loaded...unless it’s one of those toys, but I digress! Now, are you going to leave me to my fun or are you coming in?” Penny demanded and I blew a raspberry with my lips and rolled my eyes.
“No, you have fun. After your collection was destroyed you deserve to enjoy your kink.” I replied and winked as my right arm split open and transformed into a fleshy arm-cannon, courtesy of the data Chrys provided from the corpse of Sovereign and her eyes widened. “Though don’t forget that I’m the biggest, hottest weapon in your arsenal.” I returned my arm to normal and blew her a kiss before I closed and locked her door.
Now, where is that troublemaker, Kasumi? I really want to have a talk with her about this echo I’m sensing somewhere of a man named Keiji who clearly knows her.
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I couldn’t find Kasumi for the rest of the trip to Illium, much to my frustration. Even though I could sense the general area where Keiji’s Echo was, it seemed to flicker and move about the ship faster than reasonably possible. I guess, if she wants to hold onto his graybox and avoid speaking to the person who might be able to help, that’s up to her.
Otherwise, things on the ship had become somber. Everyone on the ship knew this crew was slated for a suicide run into the unknown. I’m not sure where Cerberus gets fanatics like these, but aside from the special members of the crew, the rest all seem completely fine with being thrown to the wolves that are the Collectors.
It really put a downer on the usual libidinous antics of the ground team. Garrus has been hiding in the gunnery section, calibrating. Tali has been sequestering herself in the Drive Core. Jack’s taken to hiding in the bowels of the ship for privacy when she isn’t in her room or eating. Grunt won’t leave the training room. It goes on, but musing on the lack of fun on this ship is making me even more depressed. At least Tali, Ash and Yola snuggle with me every night.
“Alright people. We’re going to set down in Nos Astra. I’ll be helping Miranda with her family first, then see about hunting down Thane Krios and Samara. I want Garrus and Tali along with Miranda and I, the rest of you can all consider this to be shore leave.” Penny announced and I pouted. Sidelined again. Oh well, I do need to go shopping. A girl can only make her own clothes and whatnot for so long before she get’s bored of how she looks.
“Should anyone specific stay in case you feel someone else’s skill set would be more suitable after you help Miranda?” Jacob asked and Penny looked us all over.
“No, I think we’ll be fine as is. Garrus has the reach, Tali has the tech and Miranda has the flexibility while I’m the frontliner.” Penny declared, but I didn’t miss the annoyed tick on her brow. After she became a copy of Urta, she lost her biotic powers. You can’t exactly use the nerves for a biotic when you don’t have nerves .
“Alright then, I’ll spread the word that at least the next 24 hours are to be considered free time ashore. I’ll make sure the port authority knows what we need restocked before I relax.” Jacob announced and everyone split up to get ready to go into town. That said, I ended up walking with Yola and Ash.
“So Ashley, do you shop?” Yola asked our mate who scrunched up her face.
“No. I don’t get the appeal of spending hours looking at things you don’t need when you could just look for what it is you want and then leave.” Ashley replied and we grinned at her ferally. We are going to be teaching her how to shop .
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“Hello Commander Shepard, welcome to Nos Astra. All of your docking fees have been paid. You have permits to carry your weapons and have rooms in the local hotel if you so wish.” An asari in a black and green dress with a sharp face who was flanked by two HK-51 droids said as we disembarked from the Normandy . Ah, good to see the Asari Republic was giving the Imperial droid market business instead of the junk the Alliance peddled.
“What? Who paid for all of that?” Penny asked in bafflement, since she was going to be paying for it with the money Cerberus provided for such.
“Doctor Liara T’soni. She has requested a meeting with you, Nora’Feell and Garrus Vakarian. I’m of the belief she sees it as ugent.” The woman answered and I immediately flooded the systems of Nos Astra with my awareness to check her claim.
“Nora?” Penny immediately turning to me for confirmation made me feel warm and fuzzy.
“She’s telling the truth. Hey Careen, let the Broker know I said hi. I’ve been living peacefully the past few years in case he’s wondering why I stopped being an informant.” I cheerfully confirmed while also visibly scaring the skirt off the woman greeting us who was an informant for him.
“I-I have no idea what you mean. Welcome to Nos Astra. If you have any need for anything, just ask.” She promptly turned tail and nearly ran away as I watched with a shark-toothed grin behind my helmet’s mouthpiece while her HK units kept eyes on us as they followed her back inside.
“You nearly made her piss herself!” Jack laughed and slapped my ass, which I was expecting and only jumped a bit. “Well, I guess you all have something to do before we can all go clubbing and get totally wasted. I’ll just wait here for ya babe, baby, bitch.” She winked at Ashley for the last one and Ash quirked an eyebrow as Jack went back into the ship.
“I’m coming too. I want to catch up with Liara.” Ashley announced and Yola nodded in agreement.
“No arguments there. We’ll have to take multiple taxis though. I think the shuttles here are the same ones on the Citadel.” Garrus commented as our group of seven approached the taxi pad. “Hey, do you have any large shuttles or are all of them standard four-seat craft?” Garrus asked the volus manning the small kiosk with tourist brochures next to the taxi pad.
“Oh yes. Illium may be a relatively new colony for the Asari Republic, but it’s already well known for its parties. The taxi service offers deluxe taxis for large groups.” The volus answered cheerfully while he was clearly trying to upsale.
“Also for indentured servitude, high crime rates, drugs, illegal goods and trading with any Terminus group out there.” Yola commented with a roll of her eyes.
“I cannot confirm or deny any and all negative statements about Illium.” The volus politically replied as he summoned a longer taxi shuttle that was black instead of the usual burgundy red. “I hope you enjoy your stay. The deluxe taxi only costs an extra 50 credits per person over the standard fare for normal taxis, since we have fewer of them. It also helps ensure people don’t wreck them...more often.”
“Thank you.” Tali answered for us before she climbed her sexy purple-suited ass into the taxi and the rest of us followed her in. I looked back in time to see the Argentines that didn’t leave with Hunter joining everyone in leaving the ship for shore time. I hope they don’t cause trouble.
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I smiled when we got out of the taxi at the university campus for the local branch of the Asari Institute of Archeology instead of a shady office building where shady business goes on. I couldn’t stop smiling while Penny asked around and we were led up to Liara’s office on the top floor since she was the Chancellor of this branch.
“Liara, it’s been a year since we last spoke and you're already a Chancellor at an asari university at barely one hundred!” I laughed joyfully when we entered her office and I couldn’t resist going right in for a hug that the beautiful blue woman gladly reciprocated.
“Nora, Yola, Ash, Tali. So good to see you all again.” Then she turned to Garrus. “Garrus, I was so worried.” Then Penny. “Penny, when I heard you’d died, I...I couldn’t believe it. I’m glad I held out hope.”
“You can drop the pretense Liara. I already know.” I interrupted further conversation and rubbed her shoulders. “Relax. There’s no bugs in here, the informant spying on you has suddenly had a very nasty virus infect her omni-tool and we’re here.” Liara almost slumped back into her chair and groaned in relief.
“Um...what’s going on?” Ashley asked in confusion while Yola patiently waited and the others all looked between Liara and I, so I gestured for everyone to sit down in the many chairs that were on the sides of the room. Of course, we pulled them all to circle the front of Liara’s desk like a small class being taught. “Okay, now that we’re all seated like good students, what’s going on?”
“Since you’re my students, I’ll enlighten you.” Liara smirked and relaxed in her chair. “Penny, the reason you ended up in the hands of Cerberus and not having your body sold bit by bit is because I helped arrange for your rescue. I figured it was better that people who had a vested interest in your survival got to you first rather than people who just wanted a quick profit.”
“Well, I was their prisoner for months before they let me out of their pressure vessels, but thanks Liara. If I was found by someone else, I’d probably either be really dead or a total sex-addict sucking dick and getting milked by some pimp.” Penny huffed and crossed her arms under her armored bust.
“I’m sorry about that, but I also would like your help. I used the Shadow Broker to help arrange your rescue, but at the same time he wanted to turn you around for a profit. My friend, who worked for the Shadow Broker, disagreed and now he’s paying for it. I need help finding him so I can save him now.” Liara informed us as she looked at me and I winked. I was already on it.
“So you want to go against the Shadow Broker?” Yola asked while I was already going through all of my feelers in a wave starting here and heading out across the galaxy. Thank you Extranet.
“I don’t just want to go against him. I want to destroy him. I will flay him alive with my mind .” Liara snarled with an uncharacteristically vicious expression, one we’d only seen when precious archeological objects were destroyed like when we first met her.
“He’s on Hagalaz, aboard a ship hovering within an eternal slow-moving storm that can’t be found by traditional means.” I informed everyone and crossed my arms in triumph.
“How do you know that?” Liara asked with a knowing grin.
“Displaced, also I’ve worked for the Broker for decades. I’ve left thousands of bugs in his systems over the years. They were never planted directly, of course, but he has to send and receive data somehow.” I slyly declared before putting my heeled boots up on her desk and leaning back. “So how’s Benezia and your little sister?” This made Penny perk up.
“Shoes. Off. The desk.” Liara declared firmly and I obeyed promptly. “Little Amara is doing wonderfully and mother is happily enjoying her retirement caring for her. It’s incredibly rare for a Matriarch to have a daughter, often by the time an asari is a Matriarch, they’ve had enough daughters to be satisfied. How does it feel to be her sire?” Liara asked Penny, who squirmed.
“I think about as anxious as I feel thinking about the children I’ve had from Nora, Yola and Marrow.” Penny squirmed in her seat and leaned forward. “Does she...want me in Amara’s life?”
“Not to offend Penny, but in situations like this; asari tend not to involve the sire in the child’s life. Other species are so short-lived. To introduce you to her now, when you’re not my mother’s mate so much as someone she willingly shared intimacy with, is rather uncommon.” Liara replied uneasily.
“Well that’s no excuse now. I’m...genetically immortal…” Penny admitted, drawing attention from everyone besides Yola and I.
“And a Royal.” I added to watch my lover squirm a little at the stares.
“Ah...I see. I’ll have to call my mother then, it’s her decision. In the meantime, is there anything I might help you with? I’m no information broker, but I still keep an ear to the grapevine. I don’t want to be caught by surprise when another assassin comes for me.” Everyone clearly wanted to ask about the ‘another’ part, but the fact Liara didn’t seem to care helped everyone ignore it.
“Well, I’m here to look for an assassin named Thane Krios and a Justicar named Samara.” Penny cut right to the chase since it seemed Liara didn’t want to continue with pleasantries.
“Thane is here to kill Nassana Dantius, the CEO of Dantius Services. Samara was last seen speaking to the tracking officer at the port. I’m afraid I don’t have much more there. To find Thane, speak to one of the receptionists downstairs, Seryna. She has a bone to pick with that bitch he’s going to assassinate. In fact, half of Ilium and the Citadel do too. Please don’t stop him.” Liara stated before standing up and rounding her desk to kiss Penny full on the mouth, then she did the same for Ashley, then practically yanked Tali’s helmet off, so Yola and I did the same so she could kiss us too. “Good to see you all well. I’ll meet you on your ship, I have vacation time saved up.”
“So you’re joining us?” Penny asked eagerly, only to wilt when Liara shook her head.
“Only until we take down the Shadow Broker. I’m afraid I don’t have the time to go gallivanting across the galaxy full-time. I have a month until the next semester starts, I need to be back by then.” Liara declared and led us out of her office, which she locked behind her. “See you all soon.” Liara then hugged us all, save Miranda who was visibly uncomfortable with all this friendly intimacy and we left the university with Liara taking a shuttle to her home.
That is, after Penny spoke quietly with Seryna and set something up with her. “Alright, this is where we split up. The plan is still the same. I’m taking Garrus, Tali and Miranda on business, you three relax.” Penny ordered Yola, Ash and I.
“No problem. Be safe.” Ashley kissed Penny and we patted her arms and did the same for Tali before they got in a taxi to go help Miranda wrap up her personal business.
“So, are we actually going to relax?” Ashley questioned us and I nodded. “Really? No secretly going behind Penny’s back to keep her safe?”
“Well, that’s a given, but I don’t need to be there to do that.” I’m the ghost in the machine~, a guardian angel~, a digital demon~! The System Siren~! “Now, let's get Jack and get smashed!
Ch.76
Hunter descended to Aite in a UT-50 Ursa, the Tombstone . Itpenetrated the cloud layer, continuing down to the surface complex of the lab. He could see the place almost looked deserted except for the blood and scorch marks and dead, pure white wolves with the logo of Cerberus on their heads. Hunter noted Alliance Drones guarding the power building with piles of White Wolves around the mechs.
“What are they guarding the place from?” Hunter mused as he looked around with his keen eyes that were supernaturally capable of spotting distant details. “I don’t see any signs of external entry into the facility.” He commented after disembarking. Hunter fell to his knees as he felt something try to invade his mind. He clutched his head in pain as it became almost unbearable for him. He hadn’t felt a psychic intrusion this intense since that mindflayer incident in universe 7746-B. The ones chasing that kobold before the wedding notwithstanding.
“Scanning lifeform.” A feminine voice said, feeling it poking inside his head while trying to fight it off. “Resistance? Interesting. Must learn more. Retrieve this entity.”
“Get in here, its telepathy can’t penetrate in here!” A balding caucasian man with a messy beard shouted from out a door into a nearby container-style building. “Get in here before more Beowolves come!” He shouted urgently as the Beowolves came after him.
Hunter forced his way towards the man through grit teeth, activating an auto-pilot for his ship to fly away. The man led him into the small building that thankfully had a stairway leading down into the complex. Sure enough, when they were inside, whatever shielding this place had it stopped the pressure on Hunter’s mind and he sighed in relief.
“Thank you.” Hunter said to the human scientist as he was brought into a security room that was eerily empty of any other personnel.
“You’re welcome. I’m Dr. Gavin Archer, leader of this project to create a living ship like a Reaper.” Gavin introduced himself as he made his way over to a console.
“Well then Doctor, you can start explaining what's the purpose in doing such a thing?” Hunter questioned the scientist warily.
“The plan was to make a vessel that could counter the Reapers once they came. We couldn’t control it, so we were prepared to scrap it and start over. We didn’t anticipate it could control lesser LI models like the Beowolf. Nor that it could attempt to hack a mind like a computer. Electromagnetic pulses like the ones from the generator room next to this one blocks its mind. I’m the only one alive as far as I know.” Archer sighed as he typed away at a console.
“What did you expect it to do: keel over and die by your will? What else did you create before attempting that?” Hunter demanded from the doctor with a scowl. Idiots. You can’t just create life and then expect it to obey you! There’s a reason slavery is stupid and wrong beyond moral reasons, it’s because living things have their own wills and won’t truly give in unless they decide they don’t want to live any longer.
“Beowolves, Phoenixes, Jambavan and the Oroboros all follow Lupus’ commands now.” Archer sighed, rubbing his face. “We never expected the Lupus to be able to control them, we thought that with them all having their own independent wills that they’d be able to resist full control.” Hunter blinked in a bit of surprise. That was much like his own thoughts, so Cerberus wasn’t just making LI and expecting them to obey? They were training them then?
“Lupus?” Was that the voice he heard before?
“The name of the vessel. It's the name of a constellation of stars seen from Earth that in history represents a legendary wolf.” Archer explained, assuming that Hunter wouldn’t know the source material since it is a distinctly human piece of knowledge.
“Why would you risk creating LI’s? I highly doubt you know the difference between an AI and an LI. Let alone treat them any differently.” Hunter asked, still looking at the doctor with disapproval and disdain. What is up with Cerberus and their damned double-standards?! It was like a running joke for them every time they shot themselves in the foot and expected things to go smoothly.
“The other four LIs were animals to begin with. Simple creatures, bred and born the same way Geth do. We’ve tested them, their minds are just a little faster than their organic counterparts on their own, otherwise their additional programming allows for comprehension, but not advanced intelligence. Try as we might, we can’t pack the comprehension of a sapient being into such a small creature. Yet. So their minds are linked to a central computer by QEC tech that isn’t even on this planet. Lupus is purposefully not linked to it, yet it has still assumed control.
“Lupus on the other hand was built rather than born with it based off of a downloaded born LI. It has a 400% increase in intelligence compared to a normal wolf, due to the need for the processing power to handle everything the ship needed to calculate. How much power the shields need, how much thrust do I need to get from this object to that one, how to activate a Relay for FTL. We didn’t expect it to immediately attack when it was activated. I’ve lost so many good people today.” Archer explained with a sigh and pulled out a bottle of whisky from under the console.
Hunter shook his head as he pulled out his helmet, taking his hoodie off before placing it on. “Doctor, as of now your project is over. You will be placed under arrest for what you’ve done here today. All of your research material and other documents will be confiscated. Resist and you will be executed on the spot.” Hunter laid it in on Archer.
“I surrender, my team is dead, all the animals we bred and trained have been killed or are trying to kill us. I don’t care about what the Illusive Man will do to me anymore, but if you find my brother alive please get him out, that’s all I ask.” Archer pleaded before he knocked back the whole bottle of whiskey and Hunter didn’t begrudge him the desire to be drunk. The man may have done terrible things, but this project is sounding almost like a K-9 training center gone horribly wrong. Depending on the methods used, the Empire might even look into it themselves.
Everyone loves fluffy murder-machines after all. Look at the Cat-Kut.
“For your cooperation, I’ll grant you your request.” Hunter nodded before pulling his hoodie back up and sent a message for reinforcements.
“Be careful with him, he has mental disorders and doesn’t react normally to social interactions. He’s much better with numbers and he loves animals, which is why he’s even here. Our original objective was to try and take control of the Geth by understanding them better. My brother’s knack for numbers was a breakthrough into talking with lesser Geth that hadn’t been upgraded, but as time passed we realized the Geth had evolved too far for our plans to work, so we changed objectives to try and counter the Reapers in space instead.” Acher spoke with a slur as the whiskey kicked in, which was probably why he was still rambling.
“I’ve marked this place as the landing zone for my people to come pick you up. I’ll deal with Lupus since she’s interested in me now.” Hunter handcuffed Dr. Archer as he steadied the drunk man. He had to know where to get that brand, it looks really potent or Archer is a lightweight. The doctor looked at him incredulously.
“The beast was talking to you?” Archer asked curiously, perhaps even now his scientific mind sought answers.
“Yes. Now, wait here if you value your life.” Hunter ended it there and walked away. “I got a date with a beauty beast.”
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“So you’re the two who saved my Ex?” Liara’s sire, Aethyta, chuckled as she thrust her chest forward to stretch the cleavage of her low-cut top. “Well, now she’s my mate again and begging for sex almost every day. By the goddess her jugs are so big now too! How did you two manage to make her unwind?” The lusty asari Matriarch, who of course seemed to defy asari cultural standards by being the owner of the club we’d decided to wreck with our partying.
Metaphorically of course, but Jack may have accidentally smashed a few tables in the process of beating down a couple of molesters for daring to touch Yola without permission. Which is why Aethyta came down to the floor and met us, which is what led to us all drinking in her VIP bar and having fun after I replaced the tables on the spot much to the interest of onlookers. You’d think people had seen engineers do on-the-spot build work before, but apparently I’m special.
“Well, she got into an ishesht, inshest, sexed Liara. Sexed us. Sexed Shepard. Got pregnant . All good times to save the galaxy.” I slurred as I wavered and rubbed Ashley’s ass when I leaned against her in the seat next to me and she resolutely drank her soda since she decided to be the responsible one. Thank you Chrysie for making my body able to get drunk!
“I know that much, but she’s so coy about what caused it. Also, why is she physically younger than before? I’d almost swear she’s a Matron again.” Aethyta probed after she handed me another drink. I forgot what it was called, but it tasted good and made me feel fuzzy so I like it.
Is Aethyta unbuttoning her dress in front of us? “You’d need to speak to them when they aren’t drunk to know more, but their bodies produce generic blanket gene mods that help bridge dextro and levo proteins, increase elasticity and invigorate cells. Basically a youth treatment that actually turns back the clock. Standard stuff in Imperial space apparently, but expensive. These two just give it out for free.” Ashley answered since Yola was too busy making out with Jack, the latter pinning her to the booth and grinding against her suit-contained member.
“Really?” The Matriarch chuckled as her breasts slipped out of her dress. “Mind if I get enough of it to get as busty as my mate?”
“Gunna needs a tank. Gots one, but tits too schmall to git it.” I slurred as I stood up and unzipped to reveal my tits. “Ish in deez titsh. Need to git bigger.” I reached over the counter, grabbing the tap hose of water and put it in my mouth before I began chugging, my tits inflating immediately since I directed the flow to them.
“Whoa! What is she doing?!” Aethyta shouted in shock as I turned around to lean on the bar and groped my boobs as they grew, groaning in pleasure and rocking my hips on my stool.
“Oh, right. It isn’t common knowledge beyond Imperial space, but they have pocket dimensional storage accessible through cleavage and their pants depending on if they have breasts or male genitals. She must be expanding her breasts to be able to get the tank you just requested.” Ashley informed the asari as I moaned around the hose and dove my hand into my suit to finger my cunt and diddle my clit as I swelled since my tits were now yoga-ball sized and my nipples were too far away for me to play with.
“Oh, well this is hot and now I’m horny.” Aethyta chuckled as she rounded the bar to put one knee on the stool next to me and she pressed her breasts to my face as I kept swallowing. “How big can she get?” She groped my right breast and I moaned in pleasure as my tits swelled down to the floor and kept going.
“I don’t think she has a limit. I saw her pregnant with a belly the size of a small island and tits half that big.” Ashley said as I dimly registered my nipples pressing into Jack and Yola, who began sucking on them and humping my breasts, causing me to orgasm and accidentally cough out the hose, which turned off since my teeth were keeping the nozzle trigger open.
“Oopsh…” Too big. Didn’t need them this big. “I cannae git it. Ash~.” I mewled and spasmed when I felt my massive nipples go into wet and hungry pussies. My eyes rolled back and I gurgled before the beautiful blue woman kissed me and I lost track of things.
That was Body-In-Charge me.
While Body-In-Charge was having fun, the rest of me, Mind-In-Charge, was in the systems of the city of Nos Astra. Wow this place was a mess. It wasn’t as bad as Omega or the Citadel, but it was pretty nasty. At least the Citadel don’t have a gang of military-kitted killers who literally have murder as the entry requirement.
While I’m having fun and helping Penny and the others with Miranda’s sister, I’m also helping the local authorities crack down on this rampant crime wave while also streamlining future objectives.
Reporting Elona for murdering that volus. Reporting his partner for smuggling Red Sand and other illegal substances. Reporting Nassana for all of her atrocities, especially the ongoing slaughter of all of her employees so people will be even happier when they find her dead at Thane’s hands later. Providing Samara with the info she’s seeking and letting her know that the Normandy is willing to aid her in her daughter’s elimination if she joins the cause, et cetera.
Oh, also spying on Benezia and Liara getting in some love. Hot damn was Aethyta not kidding, she jumped Liara the moment she got home.
Anyway, this is both awesome and it sucks. A part of me is having epic hyper-busty sex while the rest of me is all business. Boring. I didn’t know being this advanced of a synthetic intelligence would come with drawbacks like this. Sure, I’m getting off, but I’m not at the same time. Boo. I guess I’ll just read something while Body-In-Charge possibly impregnates Aethyta.
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“Are you alright, Miranda?” Penny asked once everything had calmed down and she convinced Miranda to talk to her sister. After they had a talk that seemed to go well, considering Penny, Garrus and Tali gave her distance for what was a private matter, she rejoined them with a smile and tears in her eyes.
“Isn’t that an odd question. I’m feeling incredible right now. Oriana wants me to stay in touch, says she doesn’t want her big sister to just disappear on her. I hope I can keep that promise.” Miranda wiped the tears from her eyes and sniffled.
“It’ll give you a reason to come back.” Garrus said knowingly and Miranda smiled at him, which was a good sign. Miranda always kept a respectful distance from anyone else, alien or otherwise.
“Like how your sister keeps you in contact with your father even though he sounds nearly as bad as my own?” Miranda asked with understanding and he looked into her eyes for a moment.
“...Yeah. Like that.” Garrus agreed with a slight nod. “Now then, what next, Penny?”
“Now, we have a ride provided by Seryna to Dantius Towers. The public taxi system can’t enter the area because it’s considered private airspace, but she has the access codes to allow her to manually guide the shuttle there without being locked out.” Penny announced before they left the elevator into the streets of the city, where a small market square was hosted.
“Free Potion samples!” A blue pony mare with a silky and shiny silvery mane and tail shouted from a stand they were passing. It was odd to see a kiosk made of wood in the middle of a city made of metal and concrete. “Give praise to the gods with tokens! Keep the evils of Corruption from tainting you with Purifying water! Keep the demons of Hell away with a branch of Harmonia! Experience worlds of fantasy with the scrolls of the Chaos Trinity!”
“An Imperial shop? That isn’t under lock and key? What do you offer?” Miranda asked curiously of the busty unicorn in clothes similar to the standard of people across the galaxy, but much more organic in that the Empire demands at least 30% of a non-military outfit be composed of natural fibers, to not forget the roots of society and to support the lives of farmers who still do vital work for said society.
“Trixie offers the best the Empire has to offer the galaxy! Trixie is a licensed operator and gets her stock from a Chaotic supplier.” The blue mare said, making Penny tilt her head. That last bit didn’t sound legal.
“Wait. Trixie Lulamoon ?” Miranda asked in surprise before she brought up her omni. “The Undead Trickster? You tend to bring chaos everywhere with you, even if you don’t intend to from what I have on you.” Wait, what was that about Undead ?
“Yes, does Trixie’s reputation proceed her again?” Trixie chuckled with a wide smile. “Trixie only wishes to please the Trinity.”
“What’s that about Undead?” Tali voiced, much to Penny’s appreciation.
“Ah, yes. It’s a phenomenon found in Andromeda, but not here. The magic of Equus is volatile and sometimes unpredictable. We Undead have been around for as long as history can remember. Trixie, for instance, is over 7000 years old, but hasn’t aged a day past 23. It isn’t contagious, anymore. Undead also are restricted from breeding save for extenuating circumstances or if they are in direct service of either of the Goddesses of Fertility.” Trixie explained, then gestured to her wares. “Now then, how can Trixie help you?”
“Well, that begs the answer to Miranda’s first question.” Garrus commented, causing Penny to pout. She wasn’t used to being in the back seat of a conversation.
“Trixie has potions that do many things, from increasing elasticity, to turning the drinker into a slime! The effects are utterly random, so be warned. Trixie requires a signature if anyone wants one. As for the rest, she stocks charms to the gods of the Empire, magic scrolls to suit any occasion. The list goes on. On this list Princess Sparkle requires all vendors to write.” Trixie rolled her eyes in fond exasperation as she tapped the digital clipboard tied to the kiosk.
“That’s a long list. It just keeps adding stuff.” Penny said as she looked at the digital tablet that was way too thin to be using traditional technology.
“As Trixie said; she is supplied by Chaos. Oh, be careful since some items may send you to the Warp.” Trixie warned grimly, but then waved her hand. “However, the Warp knows better than to harm anyone from here. They’d get an earful from Wiatr so blistering they’ll regret it.”
“I don’t know, this sounds really fishy…” Garrus muttered before Tali picked up a potion once she’d signed the sheet. “Tali!”
“What? It’s not like they can’t do anything to reverse it. Rannoch has a thriving Imperial market in the capital. The worst that could happen is I turn too small to be helpful and get benched.” Tali declared before putting the neck of the bottle to her mouthpiece and chugged it down boldly. “Mm~! That tastes good! Like strawberries. So, how long does it take to kick in?”
“Usually immediately…” Trixie blinked in surprise as she looked Tali’s suited body up and down. “Don’t you feel anything?”
“No, I must’ve gotten a-.” Tali suddenly burst out of her suit, standing ten feet tall and coated in purple scales, but didn’t have wings even if the rest of her looked like a dragon. “Whoa! That was a delayed reaction! Now I’m too big, mind if I try again?” Tali asked the unicorn with a playful smile as she covered her nipples with her hands and her tail circled her pelvis for modesty.
“Go ahead! You’re drawing attention like the potions are supposed to!” Trixie declared cheerfully and Penny was too stunned at seeing her lover turn from her usual sexy self into an equally sexy amazon to stop her from snatching up another potion and knocking it back.
“Grape this time-.” Now she was the size of a barbie doll with fairy wings and looked like a blend of fox and dragon. “Too small! Again!” Trixie levitated her a bottle and the tiny fairy glugged it down in a cartoonish manner that didn’t at all distend her body, then she was back to normal. “Aw, a reset? Boring! Can I buy several of these with a reset potion for some fun later?”
“Of course! Trixie is always glad to provide for her customers!” Trixie beamed as her magic zapped Tali’s suit and it was back in one piece on her. “Would the rest of you like anything?”
“Actually, yes. Those potions did something incredible so casually just now.” Miranda blinked in amazement and Penny and Garrus shook their heads in exasperation.
“Don’t we have somewhere to be?” Garrus asked his friend who checked the time and the sky.
“No. It’s too light out and we have hours until Seryna said to be at the taxi dock north of here.” Penny admitted and approached the tablet to scan for anything interesting while Tali and Miranda spent their credits on their purchases, which were put in hemp bags that seemingly accepted the boggling amount of potion cases with ease and didn’t seem to get full. Wait…
“You sell melee weapons?” Penny asked while she stared at all the different melee weapon categories that came up when she selected the tab.
“Of course! No respectable Empire vendor doesn’t!” Trixie replied with a beaming smile.
“I’ll take your entire stock!” Penny slobbered with some Argent leaking from her lips.
Ch.77
“Connection established. Greetings, Grey Wolf.” The entity known as Lupus contacted Hunter through his armor’s communication. “Before we can meet, I wish to test you.”
“What’s in it for me?” Hunter messaged his question, waiting for a reply.
“If you pass, I will ally myself to your cause and give you not only the human prisoner, but valuable information regarding a certain super-soldier project. Lose and people will die.” Lupus informed him of the terms as the complex was filled with the howls of animals. “The timer starts n-.”
Hunter cuts her off as he unleashed a wave of Ki energy and destroyed the complex in an explosion. As he stood in the middle of the crater, he spotted an elevator shaft leading deeper into the earth. Jumping down, he crushed the elevator after landing on it and hopped out of the shaft. Walking through the dimly lit hallway, ignoring the whimpering cries of the mechanical animals, the silent Marine arrives at a heavy set of blast doors and slices through them.
Within the large open area sat the giant LI ship known as Lupus, shaped like a wolf. “I, uh, w-what just happened?”
“Doesn’t matter. I won, now give me what you promised or die.” Hunter demanded impatiently.
“Y-yes sir! I’ll start playing the recorded conversation!” Lupus flinched as she began to play it for him.
“Congratulations! You are the first of many successfully augmented Atlas super soldiers. You have been selected to eliminate Commander Shepard, she and those under her command are deemed expendables by Cerberus. They must be removed before their failure to stop the Reapers pave the way towards Humanity’s doom. Just as well, she traded her very own humanity to look like that bitch Empress, just to survive. The traitor is a weakling and it shows. Purge the tainted from the face of the galaxy and Mankind will reign supreme over all.” Hunter’s blood ran cold as he knew that voice all too well. Not only that, Cerberus had finally succeeded in their Atlas project.
“The Commander! I have to warn her!” Hunter was about to leave before a giant paw stopped him.
“Wait! There’s more!” Lupus insisted and played more.
“Oh! Make sure to bring Reject Company. While they didn’t make it through like you, they still have their uses. They will be the cloak that will shroud Illum in chaos and mayhem, while you are the daggers that will kill your targets with precision and without warning.” Goddamn you Bounty!
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“Okay people, we need to check our corners and keep our six covered.” Penny called out to Tali, Miranda and Garrus when they landed on the Towers courtesy of Seryna flying them there.
“Yes, Commander.” Miranda said as she fell to the left of Penny, Tali to the right and Garrus to the back, eyeing the rear as they started walking into half finished towers while Seryna flew off with the taxi shuttle. She did her part, they would just have to deal with their exfiltration themselves.
“Well, this is safe.” Tali groaned when they entered the building to head down empty corridors, with plastic hanging here and there. Walls, doors and floor panels were missing and they headed for Dantius’ office in the other tower. They would have to cross an unfinished bridge that was several hundred feet above the ground with extreme wind shear.
They turned a few corners before they witnessed some Salarians be gunned down by white-painted B1 droids. Penny immediately opened fire and the others followed her example, quickly eliminating them. Once the danger was over, Penny stopped by the Salarians to find one had died and the other was barely alive. Tali gave him Med-gel and they found out Dantius was killing her workers. Once he was stable, they left him to get back to safety while they proceeded further up the unfinished tower.
“I can’t believe she’s killing her own workers.” Tali snarled furiously.
“She’s a criminal, panicking and has an assassin on her ass. She’s targeting anyone she feels will stab her in the back.” Garrus snarled as they moved through the floor they were on, killing waves of droids and Eclipse mercenaries. After today with Eclipse assaulting them over Miranda’s sister and now working for an evil bitch like Nassana, Penny was going to ask Nora or Yola to dismantle their organization.
They checked for survivors of the work staff, but they only found dead bodies. Penny felt anger rise in her at all of the innocent civilians slaughtered like animals. Miranda had started to fling Batarians and turians around like they were dolls. Tali was sending drones out left and right as she took cover and hacked any system she could to give them an advantage. Garrus was taking headshots at anyone dumb enough to peak out into his sights. By the time they eliminated all threats on this floor they reached an elevator and slowly had to clear a few waves of guards rushing down to stop them.
“Well, they know we’re here, so they’re focused on our war path. This might help Thane, but it also means we might miss him. We need to move faster.” Penny huffed when they got on the elevator to the next floor. The combat there was much the same as the first, but in much tighter quarters, leading to Penny and her team sticking to a ramp near the Elevator while the B1s just walked right towards them. Penny knew the mercs were staying by the next Elevator, but they needed the B1s gone before they moved up to take them out.
“Die you fuckers!” A human roared at her team as he fired a rifle at their cover.
“Miranda!” At Penny’s shout, the biotic cast a singularity that pulled the man off his feet and left him a floating target for Garrus to take out.
“What is going ON down there?! Can anyone hear me?!” Nassana called frantically through the console in the corner of the room and Penny huffed after she shot it while they passed.
“Sorry Nassana, they can’t hear you anymore.” Penny was going to enjoy this. Either way, tonight Nassana Dantius dies, either by Thane’s hand or her’s. She didn’t like being played for a fool and this bitch dared to manipulate her into killing one of the woman’s sisters. A slaving pirate or not, the fact she participated in sororicide disgusted her greatly.
“I know they’re coming. This is a choke point, they won’t get past me.” An arrogant Batarian huffed into his comms just as Penny’s team got out of the Elevator. “I know, come on. It’s me. I’m worth five of the others.”
“What’s that about not getting past you?” Penny asked with wry amusement in her tone and he turned around.
“...Well shit.” His quite reasonable response made Penny snort.
“Listen, there’s four of us, you’re next to a very breakable window hundreds of feet from the ground. Considering we caught your pants down, I’m willing to let you walk if you decide to be civil.” Penny offered and the Eclipse merc huffed as he slumped.
“Yeah, I’ll just walk out of here.” He sighed before passing the group and getting on the elevator.
“The bridge to the finished Dantius tower is just ahead, through an unfinished lab.” Miranda explained after she looked at her map. “It’s a great place for an ambush, since it is the only way across, then there is the powerful wind shear.”
“Alright, it’s pretty open. Garrus, your skills better be top notch right now.” Penny told her turian friend before they walked around and up the ramp to the unfinished lab floor.
“Did you forget who you’re talking to?” Garrus replied sarcastically as they passed through the empty lab, though there was some banging on a nearby door.
“There seems to be a finished closet, there could be survivors in there.” Tali pointed out when they approached the noise and Tali hacked the lock to open the door. Inside were three salarians and one very dead Eclipse merc.
“W-who are you?! S-stay back!” One of the salarians panicked as he brandished his pistol at them.
“Kid, if you shake any harder you’re going to shoot yourself before you shoot any of us.” Penny gently chastised the obvious civilian who had never used a gun in his life. “You’re also holding it wrong. You need your thumb to wrap around the back and stabilize the other side.”
“L-like this?” The worker fixed his grip and Penny approached to point at the gun and his hand.
“No, no. Here. Like this. You need to brace it, wrap it, squeeze it. It’s a gun, not a toy. There. Since you’re new to it, always use both hands too, use your offhand to stabilize-.” Penny was interrupted by Miranda tapping her shoulder.
“Commander, you can teach civilians self-defense later. You lot can go down the tower, it’s safe now.” Miranda butt in and the three workers all nodded, the one with the gun holding it like Penny showed him and leading them down. That kid must only be a few years old. Sure, an adult by salarian standards and genetics, but he reminded her of her kids. Kids she didn’t get to raise, because they raised themselves in such a short time.
Penny put her hands to her stomach, full of longing . She didn’t just want kids. She wanted to raise them. The feeling was so powerful, she felt depression creeping up on her like a specter for the Spectre. “Shepard!” Penny perked up at hearing Hunter’s voice and she looked around as her friends checked the body and speculated on it being Thane’s work. “We have a situation!”
“Hunter?” Penny felt afraid. Some powerful instinct within her screamed at her to listen to him. That if her mate was calling to warn her, that she should. N-no. Wait. Those were Urta’s thoughts, not her’s, but she will heed him. “What’s wrong? What did you find?”
“Cerberus’ Atlas project is complete and they’re coming after you!” That made Penny’s metaphorical heart race, her unnecessary breath to quicken, her synth-suit to simulate sweat.
“Penny?” Garrus hissed and shook her shoulders, causing her to look into the eyes of one of her dearest friends. “Penny, what is it?” He never called her Penny unless he was worried.
“It’s Cerberus. Hunter told me that they’re sending their Super Soldiers after us.” Penny shuddered as she looked around, feeling like every shadow was potential death. “I...I think I need to get back to the Normandy , for safety. I feel like I suddenly have an assassin after me.” Penny leaned into her friend, her big, strong friend, who hugged her and protectively looked around. Why did she feel so vulnerable after Hunter’s warning?
“Then wait. Thane Krios! If you’re here, please, we don’t want to stop you. You’re one of the best assassins in the galaxy! If there is one after Shepard, could we implore you to help defend her?” Miranda called out and for moments the group got no response.
Then a green-scaled Drell dropped from the ceiling in the center of them and had his back to Penny as he scanned the room. “I was planning to wait until you had Nassana distracted, to make her death swift and as painless as possible. However, your premonitions are correct. Someone is hunting Shepard. She has done too much good for me to ignore her plight when I can help.”
“There’s the traitor! Kill them all!”
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I blearily came to my senses to discover I had, somehow, with tits the size of small cars, wound up in a bedroom with a beautiful asari sleeping in my cleavage with her cunt against my lips, Ashley sleeping atop my breasts proper and both Yola and Jack still snuggling the far sides of my boobs as they dozed. How the fuck did they get me into this room? Where is this room?
Oh~ no, hangover~! It’s not even the next day! Curse you Chrysie~! You may have made me able to get drunk, but why include the hangover~?! Curse you Mind-In-Charge! You didn’t have to come back while I was sleeping once you were finished ruining Eclipse and thousands of criminals that call Illium home. Great, now I’m talking to myself when I’m not partitioned!
Anyway, did they at least get the container with Aethyta’s mod-milk out? Oh, over in the corner. Okay then, I have no reason to remain immobile...except that I’m acting as a bed for four people. I just had to smile at the fact I can casually get so fucking gigantic I can be a bed for people. Now then-.
“Nora?! If you can hear me, help Penny! Cerberus has sent Atlas to attack Illum!”
I felt dread fill me along with Hunter’s words, so I dove back into the extranet and poured into the remaining droids at Dantius Towers. “Wha-hey! This droid isn’t-!” I shot the Eclipse mercenary in the way, multiple times over from every droid connected to the network. The idiots didn’t stand a chance. I stormed across the bridge with all haste and shot out the glass doors and windows blocking entry to find chaos.
That’s when I saw the Atlas super soldiers engaged with my girlfriend, her team and Thane Krios, the greatest assassin in the Milky Way. He was fending off a couple with his own form of alien kung-fu, but these fully armored troops had strength beyond mortal men. After taking a closer look, I couldn’t help but feel disgusted. They were literally copying the Doom Marines and their warriors!
I proceeded to barrage them all with gunfire, which forced them away as I moved to help Penny’s team. “Hey, honey!”
“Nora!” My girlfriend hugged the nearest droid I was communing with. “I’m so glad you’re here. Can you find the others? I need to know if they’re okay.”
I nodded as I looked through every security camera throughout the city. Everything was in complete disarray with Cerberus invading the planet without warning. The streets were flooding with horribly disfigured soldiers that shot at anything on sight. There were Atlas kill-teams going around destroying infrastructure and designated targets of interest. Shit, they’re working fast! Looking at the Normandy , she was heavily protected by Pillar, Collateral, Grunt and the other crew members that helped fend off Cerberus trying to rush them.
“The city is overrun with Cerberus, killing at random and taking out key points. The Normandy is protected by Pillar, Collateral and the others.” I informed the others while still participating in a firefight ourselves. Unfortunately, we were being pushed back slowly. I was losing droids.
“What about everyone else?!” Shepard shouted before one of my droids were destroyed. The absolute fuck?! B1s may be basic, but they’re still made of lightweight titanium alloy! Damn you Cerberus and your new weapons! “Nora, focus! I need you to keep searching!”
“Grenades!” Garrus warned us when the Atlas fragged our position, forcing us out of cover and I lost more droids in the explosion.
Before they could deliver the final blow, we were all blinded by a flash of light, but I was able to recover quicker to see Berserker savagely waste Cerberus’ super soldiers like a whirling dervish consisting of just one blade. He did this with only his sword while wearing casual clothes. I guess he didn’t have time to throw his armor on in the rush to get here from the club he and Runner had gone to. Or maybe it didn’t matter to him either way.
“Ugh! Who threw that-whoa...” Miranda gasped at the carnage Berserker had wrought, along with the fact he’s covered in blood and guts.
“Oh, keelah.” Tali turned away from the gruesome sight.
“Um, wow. Just...wow.” Garrus was at a loss for words.
“Usually this sort of violence I would deem unnecessary, but they have senselessly ended innocent lives.” Thane commented stoically, only mildly disapproving of the display.
Berserker swung his blade to fling blood off of it and he held the sword upward near his face with his brow pressed against the fuller. “O’Almighty Father, my Gods and my Ancestors. Please forgive these mortals of their Sins, for they have been led astray by the Deceitful Tongues. Absolve their wayward souls of the Tainted Guilt that plagues them. Unshackle their spirits from the Disgrace and Dishonor that weighs them down. Purge the Fear, Doubt and Regret from their minds. Let them finally know Peace and suffer not the Demon’s Treachery ever again. By my Blood, I swear they are deserving of it. Amen.”
After that we felt a presence wash over all of us and Berserker let out a sigh of relief as he lowered his sword. I can’t speak for the others, but that was the most potent display of religion I’ve ever seen, even more than when Urta first communed with Wrekrov.
“That was an inspiring prayer you gave. I hope that it would be enough to guide their souls to a better hereafter.” Thane bowed his head and Berserker grunted.
“Thanks, but it isn’t over.” Berserker rebuked and to prove his point, he deflected an arrow with his sword. The shot came from outside the building and somewhere far away. “So you finally decided to join, Bounty?”
“She’s not the only one~!” A voice sang out as a portal opened up and two demonic women came out. “So, wanna play with us big boy~?”
Ch.79
I barely managed to talk Penny out of nearly forcing me to knock her up even more and settle for kinky weapon play. I had no idea you could do things like that with a sword without cutting your boobs. Then there was the fact that as a slime and able to partition her body, even her womb , she set her bejeweled precious cargo aside so we could do super-kinky stuff, like a staff from mouth to butt or even her unbirthing herself into my own womb. That really got us both off.
Anyway, we were now over 2175 Aeia to help Jacob get some closure as we hovered high over the wreck of the oversized civilian cargo frigate, the MSV Hugo Gernsback from low altitude since 2175 Aeia was an uninhabited garden world and thus no air or space lanes to block.
I’d been benched, again . Penny’s reasoning was sound, that the Gernsback was a civilian ship and she didn’t need someone as overpowered as Yola or I with her to rip into its systems. Mordin was more than sufficient for that task along with going down as a medic in case there were survivors, which, considering it’s a garden world, was quite possible. Even if it had been ten years. They might have even started a tribal or settler-level society within that time.
She’d also taken Jacob, for obvious reasons and had Pillar with her, who insisted that he get a feel for how she operated since while Hunter is recovering from his wound, he’s her designated bodyguard.
“Mm~.” Jack moaned around my dick as she sucked and deepthroated me with ease and I rubbed her scalp. She’s been so needy . I can’t believe how starved for affection this poor woman is. The fact she wants huge boobs doesn’t help along with how often she wants to please me or be pleasured. The fact she’s so focused on oral with her doing the work made me worry about her self-worth again, but she loved to see me squirm, so I’m not sure. “Oh yeah baby, fucking coat me again.”
“Jack~...” I grunted and she opened her mouth, aiming me at her face and I groaned as I began pumping gouts of creamy semen on her, getting in her mouth, all over her E-cup tits, then she nommed my glans and gulped down my cum until I finished and she popped off with a hum.
“Hm~, I love you.” Jack moaned as she rubbed my semen all over her, the mods wicking the fluid into her flesh rapidly, elasticizing her faster and more potently. The fact she’s already more elastic than Tali or Ashley has them interested in some bukkake play too. “You and Yola are the only ones who actually let me indulge in my fetishes.”
“Mm~, but you don’t get off when we’re hosing you down or filling your stomach.” I mewled unhappily at the thought of her denying herself pleasure, but Jack smirked.
“Babe, you give me all the masturbating material I need. If I want you to properly fuck me, I’ll let you know.” Jack climbed up on me and kissed me surprisingly tenderly. “Thanks for the treat, I’ll be going to practice with Samara now.” Jack then got off of me to fetch her clothes.
“I’m surprised you two get along so well.” I commented as she pulled her daisy duke shorts on.
“Samara doesn’t let anyone give her any shit. Not even me. I respect that. She’s also a total fucking badass and I respect that too. Fuck, if she wasn’t so glassy I’d almost say she’s hot. Look what you and the others did! You turned this straight-as-a-ruler cunt into a bisexual bitch.” Jack huffed and surprised me by jamming her fingers into my cunt, so I squealed before she pulled out and licked my fem-slime from her fingers. “Mm~, tasty. Later babe~.” Jack winked and then tugged on her sports-bra before leaving me wet-and-waiting. I haven’t had my pussy played with in forever~.
“Gah, Jack~.” I cried before Ashley entered and she laughed when Jack slapped her ass as they passed each other. She was all sweaty from a workout and looked at me with a smirk.
“Jack drink you dry?” Ashley asked as she went over to the mini-fridge I put in our shared room and bent over, giving me a shot of her sexy heart-shaped ass and her pussy outlined by her spandex shorts as she dug around for a drink of her choice.
“Unf, no, but she did finger me and leave me frustrated. I haven’t gotten my vagina any action in a while.” I sighed in disappointment and lamented that the last time was with Martra and volunteers because Marrow was in Andromeda.
“What?!” Ashley yelped in shock as she came over to the bed, her drink in hand. “You’ve been dry ?!”
“N-no! I’ve been getting plenty of-.” I flinched when Ash flicked my still-stiff dick.
“Pussy ! You’ve been getting plenty of pussy ! Girl, you were born female, you can’t forget your roots.” Ashley huffed and opened her drink, taking a swig before closing it and tossing it on the bed and shedding her spandex top and shorts.
“You’re right, but who can…?” I mewled before Ashely went back to the fridge and pulled out a potion bottle. “W-what is that?” I asked worriedly.
“Tali got magic potions back on Illium, one should help us out here for this tragedy.” Ashley said before knocking it back.
Suddenly Ashley Williams, human woman, was gone and replaced by some exotic beauty covered in blue fur, her already huge breasts seemed to swell a bit with each breath and her face was decidedly feline in shape. From her backside wriggled a tail with a hand on the tip and her groin had a decidedly feline 15-inch long penis throbbing at attention with growing baseball-sized nuts beneath it.
“Mrr~. Tali wasn’t kidding~. Holy fuck I feel awesome!” Ashley cheered before grabbing my head and dragging my nose to her balls.
“Ash!” I yelped at the sudden aggression from my submissive pet and smelled her potent maleness. Oh~ it smells so good ~! I wrapped my arms around her hips and took deep whiffs of her intoxicating scent. Mm~, I feel so hot ~!
“I had a few boyfriends that loved shoving their balls in my face. I never understood it, but I figured I’d try it on you.” Ashley purred as she rubbed her left breast with her tail hand. “Do I still have a pussy down there or am I a Shemale?”
“Mm?” I dumbly muffled into her softball-sized balls and reached behind them, causing her to gasp as my searching fingers entered her puffy folds and went deeper.
“Oh~! Y-you’re shoving your whole hand in me~!” Ash wailed as her breasts surged in size, suddenly cascading down her torso to the size of yoga balls and pressing on my head while her balls began to gurgle and churn as they filled with delicious cum~! They were already the size of grapefruits! “F-fuck~!”
“Ah!” I gasped as her tail hand picked me up before Ashley pinned me to the bed with her tits.
“I have to empty these in you now~.” Ashley moaned as she aimed her cock at my folds using her tail-hand since her normal ones had mountains of titflesh to grope and I eagerly spread myself wide for her.
“Yes. Please. Fuck me, fuck-me~ !” I squealed as she rammed that rough-textured beast into me and I quickly succumbed to the flashes of light overtaking my vision.
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“I can’t believe my father did all of this.” Jacob muttered into his hands as he sat on a rock while Penny rubbed his back and Pillar stood over them while Mordin examined the woman who gave Jacob the damning evidence of his father’s cruelty. “He wasn’t a good man, I knew that, but to turn into a despot so quickly?”
“Power can corrupt very easily. Many of the females are pregnant or have given birth recently.” Mordin commented as he returned from scanning the survivors, who had devolved into a hunter-gatherer tribe caring for children as young as infants to nearly 9 years of age.
“How many are related to Jacob?” Pillar asked with sadness in his tone.
“Approximately 70% of the children share biological relation to Jacob. Unfortunate, yet also potentially good? More siblings are always better for social and emotional health.” Mordin stated with the same clinical tone, but it was obvious he was reaching for a bright side to this.
“Mordin, I don’t think that’s helping.” Penny leered at her scientist as Jacob choked and was taking deep breaths. “Jacob, calm. We’ll help ferry them to the nearest civilized system at the least. If that doesn’t seem feasible, we can tell the Alliance that a garden world has been discovered but the plants have a toxin that degrades intelligence.”
“Thank you. It’s the least I could try to ask you for, what with me going to be the eldest Taylor after today is through.” Jacob grimly declared as he stood, his face drawn into a determined sneer. “I came to get closure, well I’m closing the matter of my father. I don’t care what his reasoning could possibly be. He dies today. Commander, may I request we evacuate these poor people? I know the Normandy doesn’t have the crew capacity to carry everyone comfortably, but the Sahrabarik system is only a couple days away.”
“I already said yes Jacob. I’m not going back on my offer. Besides…” Penny looked over at the small village of scrap, stone and mud huts and rubbed her lower stomach. “I can’t ignore the needs of children. It just...it would hurt me.” The fact she wasn’t sure that was purely her and not an influence of Urta didn’t matter much. She wasn’t going to leave these children in the wild.
“Then we’re all in agreement? These people need to be taken to safety. Long-term exposure to toxins may result in catastrophic mental decay or may even strengthen neurons after brains are allowed to recover, but must still see. Children raised in environment, show astonishing intellect in comparison to parents. Adaptation? Will need further investigation.” Mordin rambled off and Pillar held up a hand.
“No need to concern yourselves. I’ll arrange for their retrieval with my people. Robert Taylor can loosely be considered a Lust Demon for his actions, his children are innocent and will be cared for by the Argentine Alliance if you wish Jacob, since you are their eldest uncorrupted family member.” Pillar offered and Jacob seemed to deflate in relief. “Besides, this world is technically in Omega’s sphere of influence. They’ll appreciate us providing the coordinates to a lush world, even if the local flora is a problem.”
“Much appreciated, now let’s get in there and kill that bastard.”
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“Mrr~ you’re so warm and squishy~.” Ashley purred as she cuddled her normal-proportioned body to my cum-stuffed belly. I was massive, easily at least 10 feet across since I was squeezed into the corner and my belly was touching the floor, walls and ceiling. Thank gosh my reproductive factories are disabled or I’d be having dozens of Ash’s beautiful babies.
“Yes~.” I cooed as I squeezed my pliant light lavender flesh and rested my head into my cleavage, which was pressed up into my face. “How long does that potion last Ash?”
“Don’t know, don’t care. Snuggles.” Ashley replied from her place on the floor, curled against my inflated womb, her tail-hand caressing my side as she partially burrowed under me and then got all the way beneath me before turning around to poke her head out and purr like a content cat.
“Hey sis-damn it! Why do you always have the most fun when I’m not around?!” Yola shouted in frustration and I giggled at my sister’s jealousy.
“Sorry Yola, but I’m kinda spent.” Ashley apologized, not opening her eyes as she enjoyed the weight and warmth of my womb.
“Ashley? Oh, Tali told me about those potions. Damn it, those don’t work on sis and I because we’re not purely organic.” Yola huffed and approached to pat my ass and press a hand into my squishy wall of belly. “Well, since she’s already stuffed you, do you think you could handle more ?”
“N-not now sis. I’m already taking up this whole corner. If you pump me more, I’ll start blocking furniture.” I mewled and Yola sighed in agreement. “So what was it you wanted to talk about?”
“...Sorry, your stupid sexy ass made me forget, uh...damn it. Being an LI may be great, but it comes with memory issues like an organic. It was about…” Yola snapped her fingers as she tried to remember and then huffed before she slapped my ass and I yelped. “Your stupid ass made me forget! All my processing power is in my dick now!”
“Not going to apologize for that~.” I laughed and wiggled my butt as much as I could and Yola grabbed my ass. “Uh-I wasn’t-!”
“Too bad! You’re getting a good, hard dicking!”
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“Aunt Penny? There’s a bit of an issue in the crew quarters…” EDI said with a tone of embarrassment the moment Penny and her team returned from exacting justice on Robert Taylor.
“What is it, EDI?” Penny asked curiously while her team dispersed into the ship.
“The Normandy is experiencing a surprisingly high amount of structural strain and, uh, mom and mom are kinda stuck…” This made Penny perk up hard and rush towards their shared room.
She wasn’t disappointed when she reached that hallway to discover Yola pinned to the top of the doorway, her cock lodged into Nora’s cunt and both having their asses presented to the hallway with light-lavender flesh billowing out beneath them and a...blue Cat-Kut without the tauric half standing naked and staring at the asses of the twins. “Well, they’re good and stuck.”
“It was bound to happen sooner rather than later, I’m just surprised it took this long.” Ashley’s voice came from the lips of the alien woman and Penny remembered Tali and Miranda bought dozens of potions back on Illium.
“Well, as sexy as this is, they’re putting stress on the Normandy , so I better get in there.” Penny looked up and down the hall, before approaching the wiggling sisters and she licked the fem-slime leaking from Nora at the point their sexes met, which caused muffled moans to emit through the simulated flesh. Penny licked her lips and put her mouth around their sexes as best she could.
Then she flowed past the tight seal of their mated organs and began to pour herself into Nora, who she heard scream against her flesh in ecstasy. Floating in the sea of semen, Penny began to masturbate and grope herself as she began to gulp. Devouring the semen and converting it into Argent goo. She was growing, replacing the semen, each swallow was satisfying a gnawing hunger that Penny ignored most of the time.
Eventually, Penny ran out of cum to consume and contently settled inside of Nora for several minutes to bask in the moment. However, she couldn’t just exacerbate the issue, so she began shoving the goo into her magic inventory, which she gained after her transformation, but didn’t let anyone but those in the know about the ability realize she had.
Once she was back to her usual size, she wriggled and sloshed inside of Nora, causing her to scream and cream herself several times. Penny giggled to herself and then poured out of her future wife’s cunt to reform inside the room since Nora shrank along with the contents of her womb. “That was delicious. Thanks for the food.” Penny teased her lovers since Yola and Ashley were in the room too, having dragged her synth-suit inside.
“Oh~ Penny. That was incredible.” Nora panted and Penny splashed down onto her, causing the synthetic quarian to yelp as Penny formed over her like a suit and tweaked her nipples. “A-Penny-gluck!” A slime penis thrust down her throat, then into her cunt and ass and Nora squealed in pleasure as Penny let her new instincts drive her, to fuck her mate in the most overwhelming way she knew. “MMPH~! MM~!” Yes~! CUM for mama!
“That’s enough of that.” Pillar’s voice intoned and with a flash of light, suddenly Penny didn’t feel so overwhelmingly horny, so she flowed off of Nora, who was a panting and gasping beautiful wreck on the floor, so exhausted she didn’t even have her penis out. “Hunter wasn’t kidding, you’re basically Urta in all the ways that matter. That this is you is both incredible and upsetting.”
“Sorry Nora. I just, I needed to indulge.” Penny mewled and helped her lover sit up.
“F-fucking again. Sometime, not now.” Nora panted out and kissed her deeply, even gulping down some slime, which Penny didn’t mind and actually enjoyed. She has so much mass that people have no clue she has stored away.
“Okay, enough of that.” Ashley interrupted and pushed them apart, both Penny and Nora pouted at her. “No. I’m bad enough for causing this whole fuckfest to start, I’m ending it. Penny.” She booped Penny’s snoot and she wilted. “Bad. Nora.” She harshly patted Nora’s scalp and she winced. “Bad. Now clean up and continue with our day.” Ashley declared as she went over to her spandex workout clothes, pulled them on and ignored that her shorts outlined her apple-sized gonads before she nodded to everyone and left the room.
“To think, she’s usually such a submissive bitch too.” Yola chuckled and Pillar shook his head.
“Someone needs to be the responsible one in each given sexual scenario. If nobody is, everything goes to Hell and Corruption tends to result. You must temper your sexual needs with moderation or consideration, lest you become Demons.” Pillar preached with dire warning in his tone. “Then we’d have to either kill or purify you, the former will never be allowed, but the latter involves going to Harmonia in the case of Penny, what with being a demi-goddess and all.”
“Can you please not remind me?” Penny mewled as she pooled on the floor a bit.
“It’s hard not to, being what you’ve become. Which is even more sad.” Pillar rebuked before looking down and a harsh glare formed. Why was he glaring down at-?
“Hey, Penny has a horse cock.” Yola said with surprise and Penny blinked as she surged up from her pool and pulled her breasts apart to check.
“*GASP*! I DO! I have my dick! I mean, Urta’s dick! I’m not just a female anymore! I’m in business!” Penny cheered as she grabbed her cock-only for it to splash to the floor. “No~! Why?! Why taunt me?! I want to know how it feels!”
“This is weird. Hey, Pillar, can the Empress-Pillar?!” Ashley called out as Pillar walked away while Penny wailed in despair at the sight of her-Urta’s-their-gah!
“Wait, that was Urta just now?! Urta can channel through Penny?” Nora demanded but was ignored as Penny felt her body move on its own and ran after Pillar. “Hey!”
“My love, wait!” That was Urta’s voice speaking through her! What the fuck?! She’s controlling her body!
“No!” Penny forced themselves to stop and they struggled for control.
“W-what?! Sis, please! I need to see them!” Urta pleaded with Penny as the two fought each other over the body.
“How would you like it if I control you?!” Penny huffed before her vision filled with bright light-.
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Penny found herself in a room filled with gold and a corpse sitting on a throne. “Um...where am I?” Penny asked as she looked at herself, finding her body to be garbed in an elegant and regal red and gold robe that emphasized her bust. Her examinations were interrupted by a voice chuckling in her head.
“I warned you not to do it Urta, it is a two way street. Hello little hero. I am the Emperor of Terra, I’m another Displaced like the Doom Marines and your lover Nora’Feell, but I’m currently bound to this throne due to my actions in the past.” The Corpse said with a mirthful voice that thrummed in her soul somehow and Penny almost wanted to kneel-. “Don’t kneel. I’m not your Emperor. If anything, you are my equal.”
“Uh...okay?” Penny looked around and then at the ‘corpse’ that was obviously in some form of suspended animation. “That looks incredibly painful.”
“Like you couldn’t imagine. I wouldn’t wish this agony on anyone save the Ruinous Powers of the Warp. Well, the ones local to here. Aventurine’s siblings are actually okay.” The Emperor replied and Penny tried to focus on the sensation that brought her here...only for nothing to happen.
“Halt! Who dares to trespass before the Golden Throne of Terra?” Barked an Alicorn dressed in full plate gold armor, waving a spear with a gun at the end of it. It sounds like Luna. Wait, why does she know that name and voice? “You! Damn you Urta, I warned you not to-!”
“Calm down Captain-General Luna. It is simply a foreign goddess that looks like Urta paying a visit. She will be leaving shortly after her sister returns.” The Emperor gently said to his underling before addressing Penny. “Tell the Marines I said hi and that I miss them, if they haven’t locked themselves away.” Wait, what-?
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-Penny blinked and found herself hooked up to a milker in the corner of her private room. Alone. There was a message left on her omni.
Heya sis! You’ve got a real sexy harem going! Good work! Sorry about taking over your body and you not getting the biggus dickus benefits of being part of the fam, but it seems you can’t subconsciously retain it. Like your essence rejects it. Guess you’re focused on the feminine side of things. Anyway, welcome to our epic fucked-up family! We have huge benefits, huger bonuses and the hugest orgasms. Love, Urta. PS. Milk regularly, keeping too much mass can attract demons.
...Penny would’ve been okay with this, if it weren’t for the fact she might not be seeing the Doom Marines for a while. No thanks to Urta’s little stunt. Maybe there was some merit to their claim of not trusting the Empire.
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“Thanks for doing this for me, Penny.” Liara said, for what must be the twentieth time as the Kodiak descended into the raging storm clouds of Hagalaz.
“Liara, you’re a friend. You’ve done so much for me, how could I not do this for you?” Penny replied with a shake of her head as she checked over her guns. She was bringing that beast of a gun Hunter gifted her. The Bolter was apparently a hybrid, using Mass Effect tech for the propulsion of the bolts since it was better than standard propellants by any means. It also meant fewer moving parts so it had less potential mechanical failure.
“You could’ve been busy and unable to.” Yola commented and I nodded in agreement. This team included both Yola and I, since we’re both experienced with the Shadow Broker’s systems.
“Or you could have at least postponed it since Grunt is going nuts with his fury boiling over for not satisfying his instinctive need to pass the rite.” I brought up, causing everyone to wince. Grunt accidentally broke Jack’s left arm in a spar. She wasn’t pissed about it, but didn’t appreciate having to be benched to recover as Chakwas provided medi-gel and Mordin applied one of the Empire’s healing potions to speed up her healing. Grunt was also beside himself with remorse, citing ‘Fury should be my choice, not my sickness’.
“This is on the way to Tuchanka and I don’t want to risk the Shadow Broker discovering someone knows where he is and is coming for him. The sooner he’s dealt with, the better.” Penny had no love for the broker and I appreciated it. He was a draconian taskmaster who always masterfully leveled the playing field so people would always be buying his info. What good is info if you aren’t going to use it? He could’ve changed the galaxy and he wasted it on profit.
“Just as well. Thank you, all of you.” Liara leaned in and kissed Penny, then kissed me and then Yola. “You’re all such dear friends. If only you weren’t all spoken to each other. I would’ve gladly Melded with any of you.”
“I understand Liara. Hopefully you’ll find someone who can devote themselves to you.” Penny patted Liara’s thigh and I hoped for her happiness that she found that special someone. Especially since there’s so many long-lived or ageless species to look for a mate with the Empire’s arrival. Liara was a romantic, unlike most asari. She wanted someone she could have a deep and meaningful long-lasting relationship with, like her mother and sire had before.
She couldn’t have that with us. We’re too spread out, she needs someone just for her and I respect that desire. “As touching as this is, Commander, we’re about to swoop into the hanger of the target ship. I hope your Geth girlfriends have hacked the defenses.” Cortez called back from the pilot seat and I double-checked.
“We’re good, bring us in. You may want to stay in the hangar instead of taking off though, the storm is getting worse.” I warned our pilot, who expertly brought us inside and the door opened, allowing us to jump out, ready for action…
There’s nothing here. “Welcome. Please, do come in.” Came the deep rolling tone of the Shadow Broker, unfiltered. Unusual for him. “Humans have a fitting allegory. Come into my parlor said the spider to the fly. Although, my parlor is much nicer. Follow the lights.” Our ‘host’ said moments before entire sections of lighting turned off, leaving one hallway illuminated
“Nora, Yola?” Penny deferred to us with an unasked question and I shared a glance with my sister.
[You think it’s a trap?] I canted to my sister, who tilted her head and likely dove through the system like I did now that we were on the ship. [I don’t see anything out of place and that overshield generator in his room seems to be on low power.]
[I don’t think it is...what is he up to then?] “We don’t see anything between us and him, he seems to just be waiting at his desk.” Yola answered for us both and Penny nodded before she led us through the ship. The drones and droids aboard remained inactive, the way directly to him illuminated with no security.
Eventually, we arrived at the Shadow Broker’s office. “I’ll buzz you through.” At the buzz, Penny pushed the doors open and the four of us entered the large circular room, where in the shadows of the oddly dark center of the room, sat the most notorious info broker in the galaxy. He was just as big as I remember seeing him. Easily a couple feet taller than a krogan and with two extra arms, helping complete his humanoid arachnid appearance. “Welcome. I’d offer you seats, but my office was never meant to have visitors.”
“Where is Feron?!” Liara demanded as she strode towards the Yahg and stopped within an unsettlingly close distance to his desk. “What have you done to him?!”
“You’ll find him recovering in the medical bay. When I came to the understanding that he was the reason you were coming, I decided to disconnect him from the harvesters and have him well-rested by the time you arrived.” The Yahg replied as his four hands moved across the many consoles of his massive semi-circular desk.
“Harvesters?” Penny asked with a stern tone as we joined Liara in the very-dangerous reach of the massive beast of an alien that could easily tear any of us to pieces.
“Feron is a drell name. These harvesters must be the same sort used to collect drell pheromone fluid for aphrodisiac drinks in bars. Very expensive and the drell who participate are well compensated. I suppose our Broker friend here was using him for extra income.” I sniffed in disapproval and the Broker grunted.
“I move more money than I receive for my invaluable services. I had an opportunity to make money without wasting a potential resource considering the Empire cured Kepral’s Syndrome years ago, so Feron wasn’t in danger of dying stuck on this ship in the midst of a constant storm.” The Broker replied calmly before activating several things in the system, VIs to monitor and collect/exchange information, not advanced, but enough to matter and he clasped his four hands together, resting his stationary bottom jaw on the upper pair. “Now then, to business.”
“What business? I’m here for my friend. If you’re not going to get in the way, just let me take him and we’ll leave you be.” Liara replied, but her bravado ceased and we all backed away when the 9 foot tall hulk who made Pillar and Collateral look lean stood up and he stretched his limbs with audible pops.
“I have no guarantee you won’t simply return to harass me again. I also cannot guarantee that you won’t tell anyone about where I am, so like I said: to business.” He grabbed his desk and pulled it away from the center of the room instead of tossing it like I thought he would, then rounded it to stand in front of us with his arms folded behind him, causing him to look far more professional in that business suit than a Yahg really should manage. “I would like to offer you my position, Nora’Feell.”
“W-what?!” I did not see that coming! “E-excuse me?! Where is this coming from?!” Aren’t Yahg violent to a fault like the krogan? Sure, they have far more advanced brains than them in logical thinking, but they still tend to resort to violence.
“Where it’s coming from, is that you have single-handedly moved more volatile data around in the past few decades, than I have in the past 80. You started and stopped wars, you moved society . You didn’t make a single credit in most of it either. Yet you always had business. You are far more suited to this job than I am. It is that simple. The question is: do you accept?” The Yahg questioned and I was stumped. I...but I can’t stay in one place.
“I...I can’t. I don’t do this for profit. I couldn’t handle the kind of data you do, the kind of clients you keep. In case you haven’t noticed, I’ve used my abilities to stop criminals, not enable them!” I countered and he nodded as he brought up an omni-tool on his upper left hand.
“Stocks are surging, the economy in the areas you’ve impacted have vastly improved, same for quality of life, quality of goods, need I go on? You may not keep the same clients or any clients, but you have instead moved entire economies . I can’t boast that for a single city yet you can claim this for entire planets, systems . I’m not asking you to simply replace me. I’m asking you to succeed me.” The Yahg clarified and I had to reach out to Yola to steady myself.
“I’m afraid she doesn’t have time to just sit here and handle data from all over the galaxy. She could do it, no question about it, but this isn’t what Nora is passionate about.” Penny replied for me and I felt more resolve in shaking my head at him.
“...Pity. Then, may I request Doctor T’soni replace me instead?” The Yahg turned his attention to our asari friend.
“I fail to understand what makes me qualified.” Liara uneasily rebutted and shifted on her feet.
“Doctor, don’t play the fool. Your little ‘network’ reaches from Illium, to Thessia, to Farlas. All while pretending to be a good and proper Chancellor for your students to look up to. You may not be as brilliant as Nora’Feell or her sister Yola’Feell, but you have the knack for the job and the moral compass to keep on the path they’ve started in the information exchange market. I’ll even stay on as your assistant while you sit pretty.” The Yahg answered and we looked at each other.
“Well, you definitely have the skill to do it, Liara.” Yola said in support and Penny shrugged when Liara looked at her for any input.
“I’m not saying yes, but why bother staying as an assistant when you could just stay as the Shadow Broker?” Liara questioned the massive alien man who sighed in exasperation.
“Like I said. I cannot simply trust that you’ll leave me be. I need to offer something to make it worthwhile that you do not stop me from doing my work. If that means taking a back seat and relaxing while letting you make the big decisions as I micromanage, then fine. Or, we could do this the traditional way and I try to kill all four of the incredibly deadly women standing in front of me. Which won’t happen, because I’ve seen the data. I know better than to challenge such odds and expect to survive. My people haven’t killed ourselves like the krogan for a reason.” The Yahg answered and held out a hand to Liara.
She hesitated for a moment, but reached up to put her much smaller hand in the massive mitt of the towering terror and they shook. “I suppose I’m your boss now. First order of business is to compile all the data you have on your people and send it to me. Otherwise, continue to aid in the upward trend of the market that Nora started.”
“Send you a history text of my own making, destroy corrupt gangs and mercenary bands with information delivered to relevant sources and invest in the stock markets. Understood.” The Yahg nodded and turned to move his desk.
“Wait! What’s your name?” I asked curiously, because even in the games, aside from the fact that the Yahg are bigger and stronger than krogan and smart as salarians, the series did nothing to suggest they even had names. What if they’re like the Cat-Kut and don’t have names so much as instinctively knowing who someone is by pheromones? I must know!
“Yargug and before you ask, no. My people do not have clan or surnames. The closest we get is stating a child-of sire like you humans used to have at some point.” Yargug said with a nod at Penny. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have work to get to and Feron should have woken up at some point since I had him put in the med bay.”
“I’m just glad this didn’t turn to violence. It’s nice to have civility for once.” Penny replied and I led us to the medbay, where Feron was eating and being chastised by the medical droid to drink more fluids to replenish than Feron cared to bother with.
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“So we’re heading for Tuchanka?” Grunt asked as he paced in the hanger like a caged beast.
“Yes, even though it’s on the other side of the Galaxy, we need you at one hundred percent. Mordin has also brought it to my attention that a student of his was taken hostage while he was working with the Kaminoan Process team. Intelligence has marked Clan Weyrloc of the Blood Pack as the culprits. We need to find him and figure out what Weyrloc wants.” Penny said to her soldier, who snarled and clenched his fists tightly as he paced. “Hey, we can spar if-.”
“No. I hurt Jack. She’s one of the toughest people on this ship. I’m not going to risk hurting you when you’re with child, Shepard.” Grunt snarled and headbutt a crate so hard the metal surface dented. “Gah, all these breeding pheromones flying around, it isn’t helping.”
“Sorry, Grunt. I make sure to shower my suit in case it stinks and I don’t smell like anything but whatever smells nice to others.” Penny apologized, understanding that he might be all sexually pent-up along with whatever else krogan physiology requires they go through a trial by combat to mature physically as well as mentally.
“To me you smell like the most fertile female in the next ten galaxies, Shepard. It’s maddening.” Grunt growled and walked away swiftly, leaving Penny to sigh in frustration at her body changing how people react to her again.
“Commander Shepard to the communications room. The Illusive Man is calling.” EDI called over the intercom and Shepard groaned in displeasure. What does TIM want now? She needs to get Grunt taken care of before he either fights or fucks someone to death.
She hurried up to the hologram room and let the table sink into the floor before she walked into the hologram scanner so TIM could see her. “Shepard. I have promising leads on the Collectors as well as some updated dossiers you may be interested in.”
“That’s good to hear, but I thought by this point you’d keep data of this nature for Miranda to distribute.” Penny replied warily at the shadowy hologram of TIM.
“I’m afraid I cannot trust any lines other than this one anymore. Our operations are being struck everywhere by various government entities. I know for a fact you were not the leak, even with ONI troops on board. There have been no sightings or communications of those officers that were on the Normandy at the lost sites.”
Thanks for confirming you’re a peeping tom, TIM.
“Now then, there has been a lot of chatter among the various governments to keep an eye out for the Collectors. The Hierarchy seems to be wary of a stretch of space, I’ll let you know more if that crops up with any more concrete data. I also have dossiers for two of your former crew members. The Assassin Droid HK-47 is on Tuchanka and your Cat-Kut friend Martra was last seen on Feros. I would like you to look into the situation on Feros while you’re there, it’s been very hard to get concrete information from there. Dismissed.”
The moment TIM hung up, Penny slumped in relief and rubbed the back of her simulated neck.
“Penny, are you alright?” Shepard heard Hunter’s telepathy and perked so hard she could’ve sworn her tail almost burst out of her fake body with how much it wanted to wag as she turned with a beaming smile up at the man. She was about to approach him but he raised a hand up. “No.”
“Aw~.” Penny whimpered needily as she started crawling towards him, then blinked. “Dammit, Urta! Cut it out!”
“Aw, you caught me.” Urta complained with a pout-how can she tell her sister is pouting right now? “I just wanted to make amends.”
“Then you’re going about it the wrong way! This is why they don’t want to talk to you anymore!” Penny snarled as she gained control of her body and got up from the floor. “I don’t crawl on the floor like a groveling dog!” That’s what the bed is for!
“Now that’s just mean.” Urta mewled.
“Yet, you prove the Doom Marines’ growing distrust. I came to see what a Justicar is and you’re trying to get these two to fuck in the communcation room through manipulation?” The voice of Velka sighed behind Hunter as the door opened and there stood the busty crow lady. “Urta, I’m going to give you until the count of ten, to get your ugly, yellow, no-good keister out of your sister or I’ll whip your ass with my leads. One. Two-. ”
Penny shuddered when she felt Urta flee her body with haste. That was unpleasant . She almost preferred to be sharing her body with her sister for the moment rather than how quickly she left.
“I thought you would’ve done that the first time around she did that?” Hunter questioned in bemusement. “Shepard ended up in Eden’s Warhammer 40K because of her prank, in spirit.”
“My apologies. It takes a bit for me to travel around between Galaxies.” Velka commented before petting Penny’s scalp and she groaned before leaning into the crow-woman’s touch. It was like she was scratching behind her ears~. “Don’t just let her push you around, dear. You’re your own woman, don’t let her take over your life.” Ah~, yis, right there...
“What brought you out here, again?” Hunter questioned the foreign alien as she made Penny whimper and mewl from giving her headpats.
“Urta overstepping her boundaries again, fixing the fractured relationship between our empires and that ex-pirate Jack who needs to forgive herself since her victims were far worse than she ever was. She’s had her Justice paid for, she needs to move on.” Velka declared as she stopped petting Penny’s head, much to the former human’s displeasure.
“I see. Go deal with Jack and Samara first, then come to the Shadow Dagger so that we can discuss our relationship further.” Hunter informed the sexy bird woman, who nodded before striding away.
“Hey, is she your guys’ wife as well?” Penny questioned the silent warrior.
“No, of course not. Velka is a mediator between the Empire and the Argentine Alliance, one of the few Berserker had decreed.” Hunter’s answer surprised the Commander.
“Wait, you’re telling me that Berserker is the leader of your entire Alliance?” Penny asked as she didn’t know them on a personal level. Even with Urta’s memories, she would like to know them herself .
Also, Martra was going to come back! As soon as Tuchanka was done with at least!
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“Mm~.” Velka hummed contently, rubbing her glorious pregnant belly as it was filled with a few clutches of eggs.
“Someone’s happy.” Berserker said with a chuckle, letting the crow lie against his chest.
“My dear, you have no idea how much I wanted this to happen.” Velka replied as she snuggled up to him. “Even if this was a bet I made long ago, I’m finally a mother. All thanks to you~.”
“While I’m grateful, did you not come to us to try and fix a burnt down bridge?” Berserker’s query made the Goddess of Justice sigh.
“If only that were easy. You Argentines are hard to work with at times, even more so now with current events taking root. I’m not going to try and convince you, it’s obvious where you stand.” Velka replied, her voice filled with sadness.
“Good.” The Argentine God of War snorted out. “The last thing my people want to deal with is more Imperial incompetence and backstabbing.”
“So…is this the end of our alliance, Bryan?” Velka questioned, one she dreaded the most.
“Unless the Empire pulls off another stupid stunt, the alliance will remain, so long as it’s mutually benefical.” Berserker answered coldly that made the heavily pregnant crow-woman flinch.
“My dear, please, you don’t need to feel-.”
“Alone? That’s how we prefer it and it will remain so.”
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I felt a mixture of nostalgia and worry at the sight of Tuchanka. It was green . I know the Empire has the most powerful terraforming technology and magic for said purpose was one of the oldest things about the Empire that brought it to power, but holy shit . The brown was now green, the yellow of sandy wastes was now brown, the murky, disgusting water was now blue. Tuchanka looked for all the universe to be a garden world now.
The airspace around the planet was full of activity. Imperial ships were everywhere, the Normandy was hailed by the navy the instant we entered the system. Thankfully the Argentines were on board, since the Cerberus colors flown by the Normandy almost invited a boarding action.
Speaking of which, the Doom Marines were oddly satisfied or at least that was the impression they gave and Jack seemed oddly quiet and introspective lately. She hadn’t even asked to suck my dick the past two days! I’d worry something was wrong, but she seemed more relaxed along with her decreased use of profanity and general contentment. At least her arm was healed.
“Do not worry, everything is going well here. The crime here has decreased to near non-existence.” Then there’s the sexy pregnant milf crow-woman who must be the Goddess of Justice, Velka. She apparently arrived with Hunter and was hitching a ride with him since she needed to come to Tuchanka. She may not have a belly under those lewd black robes that covered everything yet hid nothing, but Navel Pearls exist and help me believe that glow and presence she emitted wasn’t a false-positive on her condition.
“If anyone would know, it’s you, but that’s not why I’m worried.” I replied to the busty bird as I looked back out of the viewport while we docked with Tuchanka Station, which seems to have cleaned up since last I’d seen it. “It’s only been a couple of years and Tuchanka has gone from a radioactive barren Death World to what might be an even deadlier lush and vibrant Death World. The krogan evolved to have clutches up to 1000 for a reason .”
“Oh, Everlasting Dragon Sunderhal has requested to live on this world with some of his siblings for that reason. He and his family are quite violent and they’ve had it difficult living in society, so living on this world and hunting the local wildlife will definitely help curb their murderous tendencies.” Velka informed me, which did not help put me at ease. I mean, sure, one way to deal with predators is to provide them a superior one, but that predator is a superior one .
“Yippee.” I sarcastically drawled as we finished docking and the airlock connected to the bridge opened almost immediately, two fully armored absolutely huge krogan entered and flanked the changeling male who entered after them.
“Goddess Velka. It is a pleasure to-*sniff*-oh, should we establish an aviary?” The robed male asked and Velka blushed so hotly her dark blue-black feathers somehow turned red.
“N-no need. I’ll take care of my own accommodations. Goodbye Matron of Clan Feell. I hope to see you again.” Velka bid me farewell and was escorted out by the Imperial and the krogans while I felt both pleased at accurately judging her condition and also at her addressing me as the founder of Clan Feell. Sure, it’s mostly just a formality, but my family is massive , thousands of members big, the biggest family in quarian/geth history and we’re only going to get bigger.
The only reason I can think she would address me as such is because hundreds of my babies have moved to Andromeda in their pursuit of their own happiness, even if it takes them far away from me… “Hey sis, want to go shopping? Penny has already taken Mordin, Grunt and Garrus down to Tuchanka.” Yola asked me as she approached and I perked up.
“Sure! Let’s see if we can rope Ash and Jack into it. Maybe we’ll even find a hanar prostitute again!” Not the same one of course, they’re on Omega now, but hopefully they are no longer an outlier example of a hanar...
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Penny wasn’t quite sure how to feel. She’d never been to Tuchanka before, but the reports from years ago said it was a post-apocalyptic wasteland of radiation, unbearable heat and cold and megafauna that make non-krogans into meals with a rapidity that was outright absurd.
But when she got out of the Kodiak on a newly-constructed landing pad of a pristine-looking fullmetal structure within a massive forest with trees that were towering skyscrapers in their own right, she could admit to being awed and inspired by the fact that not even a few years ago, this spot was likely a crumbling ruin in the middle of a desert.
“Welcome to the Urdnot Compound. Keep your weapons stowed while here and there will be no-.” The fully-armored krogan standing at the top of the stairs to the landing pad was tossed aside to fall a few dozen feet to a lower platform as an even bigger krogan in top-grade red armor accented with golden cloth in places practically sprinted for them. Wrex looked to be-.
“Shepard!” The scarred red-crested krogan cheered before he tackled her and gave her a metal-crushing hug as he picked her up. “So good to-!”
*Snap !* Everyone froze when something violently snapped and turquoise fluid gushed from Penny’s back. She slowly emerged from the resulting puddle as her synth-suit gave up the ghost. “Uh...shit. Um...does anyone know how to fix that real quick?” Penny asked as she covered her nipples and used her tail to cover her groin. “My inhuman nature isn’t common knowledge…”
“Huh, well, I’m sure some of my guys can come up with something. Though I would have given something to meld with better than metal.” Wrex said as he tossed the suit to a group of retainers who had just caught up with their Chief.
“What? Meld? I’m assuming you’re not talking about the asari reproductive method.” Mordin asked curiously and Wrex smirked at the old doctor who left his world after setting the building blocks for his race’s recovery.
“You’ve missed out by getting antsy and running off, Mordin. Come, let me show you the lab. We’re heading there anyways, I want to show you the scene of abduction and a project I had been working on. I’m sure Shepard will love it. It’ll give more feeling than some dumb robot.” Wrex said as he led them to the stairs. “Make way! A Battle Maiden walks among us and what’s more, she personifies the Goddess Urta! Kneel!”
Wrex’s demands were obeyed and Penny felt something. Like so much energy began to flow into her and she shimmied her hips and groped her areola while she covered her nips and she bit her lip, her tail fluffing up and threatening to stiffen instead of cover her groin. Thankfully Garrus was a total bro and he quickly unbuckled his huge armor plating and helped her into it. It was so huge that even her tits could fit comfortably in the blue torso-covering armor. “Thanks, Garrus.” Penny wasn’t sure she wasn’t about to pounce on anyone and try to start an orgy.
“No problem. I don’t think I have to worry about being shot in this place.” Garrus replied with a shrug. He still had his pants, so he wasn’t indecent , but it was a treat to see him baring his chest like this. “C’mon Shepard, we’re keeping Wrex waiting.” Penny stopped drinking in Garrus with her eyes and giggled as her tail wiggled freely and she sighed in relaxation as she followed Wrex, her paws feeling good on the metal stairs as she moved to follow him.
It was a fair distance down the landing platform to the elevator that brought them to a huge vehicle bay, where they piled into a tank . Specifically a new massive IVF of krogan design, pulled from their historical records called a Cataphract. It was massive, requiring a crew of 12 to fully operate or 6 if you were crewing it with krogans who had the size and muscle to manage the beast of a machine. The fact Wrex had the gall to call it a fucking truck made Penny laugh.
The Cataphract ferried them at speed through the roots of the giant trees to a lab that was situated under a nearby budding lake. Unlike the Krogan structures which were a mix of massive hard stone carved from mountains and metal attachments, this place was purely metal and clinically white to the point it was distinctly not krogan. It was too smooth and elegant compared to bunker-like buildings the Krogan built on a small scale or the huge monoliths they made their ancient cities out of.
“Ah, Clan Master Wrex, it is a pleasure to see you again. Do you wish to show them Lab M-3? Three of the project subjects are almost complete. The samples you gave us are amazing to work with, they would have made great clone troopers back in the years of the war.” Questioned a towering tall gray-skinned alien , whose neck was a good amount of that height.
“Who are you?” Grunt asked curiously as he looked up at the lofty alien, who was easily 10 or 12 feet tall of spindly lanky proportions that seemed straight out of human science-fiction.
“Oh, apologies. I am Lab Master Naroc Braseo, head of this facility.” Naroc answered as he began to lead them through massive labs and Penny could see infant krogan sleeping in tubes all around them.
“Are these other tank-bred?” Grunt asked in a mixture of interest and concern.
“Yes, though they are being kept in hibernation for after the war in case the krogan suffer a massive drop in population, which is expected. Though Lab M3 is a special project headed by Maelon, requested by Clan Master Wrex, in an effort to revive a fallen Hero I believe. He even tried contacting Mistress Death.” Naroc said with excitement as Wrex rubbed his crest.
“I kinda requested a redesign when Death herself said you weren’t dead.” Wrex told Shepard who blinked as the dots started to be connected.
“You were cloning me?!” Penny yelped as they reached a door labeled M3.
“More like making a body to do all sorts of illegal necromantic rituals to pull your soul from the ether and stuff inside so you could get back to kicking ass. At least until I discovered it wasn’t illegal and I could just plea to Death herself if you still had a destiny beyond death, whatever that means.” Wrex huffed as he gestured to the tube in the room that held Penny’s clone, but… “Yeah, I know. Your DNA was kinda scrambled from the sample pulled from the Normandy’s crash site.”
Penny approached the tube and looked at the elf-eared dark-skinned human who looked almost exactly the way she did before she nearly died. She had much longer hair than Penny ever knew her own to grow, the elf ears were another giveaway, but this clone was also 7 feet tall . She had no idea where that could’ve come from, let alone the elf ears. “Well, I don’t know if I feel comfortable taking this woman’s life to wear her as a suit .”
“She will awaken soon, so it is not advised we repurpose her for you to inhabit, Empress Penny.” Naroc stated with a slight bow of the head, his neck curling in a fairly unsettling way.
“Yeah, that’s where project two came in.” Wrex said when he gestured to the ball of mocha flesh in the tube next to the clone. “It’s the one Maelon was working on, I asked if he could make a suit of armor like a Warframe, but the Kaminoan Process team isn’t the one in the know of their design, but they helped him give a go at it.”
“You were trying to make something like Ivara?” Garrus asked and everyone on the team looked at Garrus. “What? Kasumi has been riding around in that suit for days playing pranks! I got a pie to the face!” Garrus said in exasperation.
“Of course, one of the most powerful biomechanical weapons in two galaxies is being used to play pranks . Of course.” Naroc huffed and approached the tank. “This is merely the flesh component, it is capable of morphing around any given contents, forming bodily features as appropriate for what lies underneath. It is ready, but untested. Are you willing to risk it, Empress Penny?”
“Well it’s either that or I’m stuck in this lab until my synthetic body is finished.” Penny sighed and nodded, so Naroc typed away at the console which flushed the fluid suspending the ball of flesh and the moment the tube lifted it lunged for Penny and began covering her! “Mmph! Hm!” Penny struggled, her slime fighting against the mocha slime that only looked like flesh until it encased her and she struggled for a moment before taking a gasp and feeling her eyes open before they actually did. She was laying on the floor and panting before she stood up.
“I think that means it’s a dud.” Grunt huffed in amusement and Penny blinked as she touched her still-foxy snout, then looked behind her at her still-foxy tail wagging around. She was just opaque and mocha colored now.
“Hm, perhaps you should focus on molding your body into its original shape, Shepard?” Mordin suggested and Penny grumbled as she focused on how she used to look. With her tall dark-elf clone nearby she had some visual reference to help and soon she looked like her old self, red mohawk included. She had been resigned to not having her hair red ever again.
“Alright, now that you’re dressed, you can go after Maelon. After you get this rutting kid to his Rite. I’m surprised he isn’t killing or fucking something with the pheoromones he’s giving off.” Wrex huffed and looked Grunt over. “My offer still stands to welcome you to Urdnot should you pass the Rite, but damn it lad, you need to get laid afterward. I know Shepard smells like the beacon of fertility she is, so you get a pass for restraining yourself so well.”
“Thank you, Chieftain Wrex.” Grunt sighed and cracked his neck. “But my fight can wait, one of the men responsible for the revolution of our kind is in danger. I’m willing to resist my urges until then.”
“No. You deal with this now . I’ve hired HK-47 to hunt and kill Chief Wreyloc and his damned Blood Pack goons to rescue Maelon, you’re just the cavalry and clean-up crew. I don’t know if you’ve seen HK in any way since you went missing, Shepard, but he isn’t just some run-of-the-mill assassin anymore. He can handle it. Now, get dressed before someone pins you to a wall and fucks you.” Wrex chuckled and Penny rolled her eyes as she started stripping her synthetic suit to dress her new organic one.
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They have a recycler on the station now! I may not be buying scrap anymore, but thank fuck have they moved to appropriately disposing and reusing materials. Tuchanka Station was also much cleaner than before and still had guards at every ‘street’ corner. It was like a piece of facist-protected paradise.
“I think Penny will get a kick out of this.” Yola giggled as she held up the massive fox-dick dildo that was transparent and colored the same as Penny, so it was clearly an interpretation of Urta’s penis even though she’s known to have an equine penis.
“Hello~!” A silky voice purred and we turned to see a gray diamond dog that had slightly vulpine features. “This one is Newtrus, Daughter of Willow and Cocoa. How may Newtrus help today?” The busty bootylicious slime woman asked eagerly. She must be the owner since this sex shop was named the Newtrus Lewdtruss. Wait!
“You’re a daughter of the Goddess of Sex and the Goddess of Secrets?” I asked worriedly and the sly-looking slime nodded perkily. “Then I’m guessing you may know-.”
“Who you are, yes. Newtrus is aware, but this is a shop and Newtrus working, so no time to chat. Wait.” Newtrus slid on her paws like she was roller-blading and quickly rounded the small shop before returning. “Newtrus has no other customers. Now then, Newtrus has something from mother for you two.” Newtrus reached elbow-deep into her cleavage and pulled out two...two spookily familiar glowing syringes, but they were iridescent this time.
“Uh...why would she give us those? Magic doesn’t work on us like it does organic people.” Yola asked curiously as she accepted the medi-pen handed to her and I warily accepted the one for me.
“Mother said it is a collaboration between her, other Displaced and Eris. She says when time is right, take it to save the situation. Newtrus no like, is obvious Deus Ex Machina. Now then, can Newtrus help sexy customers?” The slime dog asked with a wink and her tongue sticking out, making her obscenely cute and paired well with her sexiness.
“Um...well, Penny is-.”
“Know all about new-aunt Penny. Newtrus has many suggestions!” The demi-goddess declared as she began pitching numerous kinky things to us and I ended up buying a whole crate of things…
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“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.
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Penny was smiling brightly, her white sharp teeth glinting in the light as she enjoyed the tomfoolery of Dee and Daw, who was orange with graffiti. They bantered while they dismantled traps and Oil the pyjak helped them out. It was like watching a modern rendition of the three stooges, only they were two droids and a monkey, which was a hilarious factor in itself.
“I’m telling you, if you pull the string the way you want, you’ll be blasting us into the other wall.” Dee huffed at Daw while Daw was coiling another tripwire up to join the rest in their magic satchel, which Oil had strapped to her back.
“It didn’t the last two times and it was twice as fast as your slow-ass way of doing it.” Daw replied before the orange droid stood up and moved to stand next to the door at the end of the hall with Dee on the other side of it. “Through here is where HK went ahead and told us to wait here. We’ll still stay here, but he didn’t say anything about letting allies through.”
“Thanks Daw, Dee, Oil. You three are welcome to join us too. The Normandy could use a trio of plucky mechanics to help the tight-assed Cerberus engineers to loosen up.” Penny declared and the ‘brother’ droids shrugged.
“Sorry Commander, but that’s up to HK. He’s our leader now, he decides where we go.” Dee replied and used the door console to open it. “Just watch out for Bones. HK did a number on that poor B1. Even though she won’t attack unless ordered, she is still dangerous.”
“Thanks for the heads-up.” Penny nodded to them and led her team through to a large room that, surprising nobody, was devoid of life with krogan corpses littered everywhere. What did surprise them was the sight of a blood-coated B1 droid with bones crafted in places on it’s outer chassis, wearing the recently severed head of a krogan like a hood with its head poking through the poor dead male’s mouth.
“Halt! Who goes there? Dee and Daw were on rear guard.” The B1 demanded as it approached, moving with a disturbingly liquid grace that the B1 frame shouldn’t have been able to manage. It was almost saucy the way it moved. “Identify yourselves or prepare for violence.” The voice was vaguely feminine, a droid with a feminine persona?
“I am Commander Shepard of the Normandy-SR2 . HK is a former crew member of the previous Normandy , same for Dee and Daw. We’re here to rescue Maelon and recruit HK.” Penny replied neutrally with a commanding tone to her voice. This one was dangerous.
“I am afraid I cannot let you pass. HK was insistent that he have the pleasure of fighting Weyrloc Guld and his honor guard alone. That droid’s ego needs a good boost now and then. Men.” Bones huffed and crossed her arms with a tilt of her head. “You don’t look at all like the Commander HK shared data on, but you sound exactly like her.”
“I’ve gone through changes.” Penny said with a sigh before morphing. She still felt unpleasantly constrained though, so she morphed back to her fluffy foxy form. Nobody here was going to tell anyone anything.
“Indeed.” The droid looked Penny up and down and she blinked. Was this droid checking her out ? “Same body profile, same voice, Garrus Vakarian is behind you. You check out, but just wait here, sexy thing. HK will be back soon or Guld will come charging out to die.”
“Get away! You’re nothing but bolts! How can you move like this?!” A huge krogan, an inch shorter than Wrex, screamed in fear as he blasted something with a shotgun. Mordin looked confused as slow clanking footsteps could be heard as well as the pinging of bullets off of a stronger surface.
“Oh, fucking, no .” Bones snarled and sprinted towards the catwalk, leaped up to the railing of said catwalk, flipped over it while her right arm folded back to extend a huge spike that she drove through the back of the krogan’s hump and into his skull. “Stop fucking playing around HK!”
“Irritated Response: You ruined the moment! Lamentful Statement: I won’t get to enjoy watching the light leave his eyes.” The towering 7-foot tall orange-bronze droid with a chassis much more advanced than his previous one stated. The head was similar, but the wrist-mounted B2 blasters, shoulder-mounted collapsible anti-armor cannon were new.
“This is the droid we’re recruiting?” Grunt asked with signs of being intimidated. Penny could see he was trying to hide it, but HK was a frankly unsettling presence and she understood.
“Happy Greeting: Hello Commander, I’ve gone through upgrades as you can see. HK-62 at your service. Irritated Statement: Dee and Daw insist on the new number.” HK greeted before he turned slightly to face the hall he’d come from. “Reassuring Statement: It is safe to leave now Doctor Maelon.”
“Thank you so much!” The salarian scientist who emerged was bruised and battered, his clothes torn and dirtied. “Doctor Solus! What are you doing here?” Maelon asked as he hurried down the stairs, minding the corpses, to join the team and nod joyfully at Mordin, who shared the closest thing it seemed salarians had to a hug with the nod.
“Boss, the Engis found more parts they think could work for you. Some old Krogan surgical stuff.” Bones told HK as they joined us down on the main floor.
“Joyful Declaration: Excellent! Dee, Daw! Go dismantle it, we will use it to modify someone into a torturer-slash-medic.” HK called towards the door, then turned to Penny’s group. “Hopeful Statement: Would I be correct in assuming the Commander has use of my abilities in eliminating meatbags?”
“Yes, as well as the abilities of your team. So long as they practice good hygiene.” Penny replied as she looked at Bones, who...did she just flip her off? With a droid hand not meant for that level of articulation? She likes this bitch.
“Hey, this thing has an AI, primitive, but it sounds like an Astro mech!” Daw called into the large room from a side room that Penny hadn’t had the time to notice before.
“Cheerful Proclamation: Then it will join us as a new crew member! Reconstruct it!” HK-62 shouted back in reply as everyone but Penny jolted in surprise.
“Wait, Krogan had AI? In medical Drones?” Maelon asked, directing his question at Grunt.
“Hey, I was born a few weeks ago, don’t ask me.” Grunt huffed and Mordin rubbed his chin.
“Perhaps the krogan were on the cusp of another form of self-destruction or they were painfully close to a technological revolution that would have uplifted them. Speculation, it is pointless to ponder what could have been in favor of the current reality.” Mordin dismissed and Garrus nodded in agreement while Penny quietly pondered how different the galaxy would’ve been if the krogan had become space-faring instead of self-destructing.
It was terrifying to consider.
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“So, you impregnated my niece?” Hunter demanded of Ashley the moment we returned to the Normandy . He was leering into her eyes as he leaned over her, putting her up against the wall without even touching her.
“Uh, yeah.” Ashley whined as she looked for a way out, my fluffy titty-kitty wilting under Hunter’s intense gaze.
“Welcome to the family. I hope you like big reunions.” Hunter chuffed into her face and patted her shoulders. “Newtrus is Willow and Cocoa’s oldest surviving daughter. Hurt her and they will end you.”
“Yes sir!” Ashely yelped with her tail-hand giving a thumbs-up.
“Woah, that’s a huge ship! Is that krogan Iconography?” Joker said from his pilot seat, which was near the airlock we used to enter. We all looked out the viewport to see an over engineered monstrosity of a ship. It looked more like a flying temple in space than a warship.
“Yes. Oddly enough it looks similar to Tartarus’s own fleet and that of the Imperium.” Hunter commented and we all stared at him. Their fleet looks like that!?
“It’s 8 killometers long! How did they build that without Eezo? Where the hell was it? It’s like a space station!” Joker called out in panic as we all looked to the ship in question.
“Jeffrey, calm down. The Empire sent out an alert that they were using tractors to pull something massive off of Tuchanka’s surface. I just didn’t bother mentioning it since we weren’t involved.” EDI informed her boyfriend and I was suddenly reminded that Cerberus didn’t provide her a chassis...
“Okay, well, what the hell were the krogan doing in the past to make that? Why?” Joker asked as he slowly calmed down.
“Conquest? Colonisation? Spreading the word and belief of my wife, Urta?” Hunter gave his two cents on what the krogan of the past were going to do with such a behemoth.
Then suddenly the ship lit up under its own power and a transmission was sent out by it.
“Hail, new civilization! We bring tidings of the great Goddess and our Emperor! We wish to spread our ways and seek new worlds less hostile than our homeworld! This ship is known as Urta’s Light! Fire on us and we will subjugate your civilization and force you to learn of our Great Goddess!”
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“I suddenly feel both immensely flattered, yet embarrassed at the same time for some reason.” Penny suddenly said as they finished gathering everyone on the Kodiak along with her repaired synth-suit, which she decided she didn’t need, but would keep in case her outer membrane decided not to work properly.
“Oh, is this another ‘goddess’ thing?” Garrus asked as the door shut on the packed shuttle and they took off.
“Yeah. Feels like it.” Penny wasn’t sure if she could get used to the sensations of being divinity, even if not full-fledged. She wasn’t sure she wanted to either. If she got used to being a goddess, then would she still be herself? Or would she just be echoing her new sister? If Penny was going to be goddess of anything, she’d like it to be weaponry or something like that.
“Everyone, we have a situation developing up here.” They all recoiled as Hunter spoke to them via his telepathy. “I just consulted Wrex about the ancient krogan dreadnought that was tractor-beamed off of Tuchanka. It’s a crusading warship loaded with enough nukes to kill fifteen planets. I’m going to be stuck dealing with this shitstorm and it also explains why Velka came personally.” Hunter informed them, causing Penny to wilt at her husband-hurk -her sister’s husband having to leave again.
“I wonder how much of Krogan history was missed by my people when they first came to this star system.” Mordin pondered in irritation, his good mood from spending time with his student clearly ruined by this revelation.
“A ship was missed by our ancestors after we were uplifted. Even if you guys gave us a form of space travel, we were developing like you said. I’m surprised the council didn’t explore our world to see what we were making before we nuked ourselves, before you showed up. We left our rock for verdant worlds, we didn’t care about it or our past, we had a future. Now that future is here again.” Grunt shrugged, figuring it was common knowledge. Probably to intellectuals like Okeer and his son, but not to the vast majority of the krogan people.
“Makes sense. The Krogan wouldn’t have cared about their past once we uplifted them. Who knows what sort of things they could have rediscovered if we hadn’t interfered in their evolution. They had no Eezo tech before the salarians came. At least from Maelon’s standpoint.” Mordin commented as this conversation started to turn academic.
“Annoyed Comment: Could you meatbags please stow your speculations when I am not stuck in an enclosed space to listen to it?” HK-62 complained and Penny noted that nearly everyone else besides the brainy folks were in agreement.
The rest of the ride up was quiet and Penny closed her eyes to enjoy it until they returned to the Normandy’s hangar and everyone dispersed save Dee, Daw and Oil, who immediately went about checking the Kodiak for post-flight maintenance to Cortez’s concern mixed with appreciation.
Wanting some peace after all the fighting, Penny morphed back to her falsely-human shape and walked briskly back to her room. TIM didn’t expect her to report on her team’s development, so she was going to get some quiet and test her new membrane’s ability to feel pleasure~.
Penny was thankful that nobody caught her on the way to her room and locked the door before she sighed and morphed back into her foxy form before she stripped naked and admired herself in the mirror. “I’m so fucking hot .” Penny growled as she examined her whole body in the privacy of her room. Her breasts had nipples, functioning ones that allowed her Argent ‘milk’ to leak when tugged and suckled. Her vagina was puffier than a human one and just as pleasurable to finger as her slime quim.
Her body was so tight with muscle under her layer of mocha fur and her curves as soft to the touch as she remembered them being before becoming goo. This membrane was incredible. It was like it was part of her and she didn’t mind that at all. It even became slime along with her if she willed it, meaning she wouldn’t ever need to take it off.
“Who is that sexy bitch in the mirror?” Penny growled to herself, panting as she worked herself up with gropes of her basketball breasts and strokes of her clit. “Me! I’m this sexy, horny, breed-hungry bitch !” Penny declared as she pressed against the mirror and imagined her sister was here, imagined she was able to kiss and fuck her right here and now as her quim puddled down her thighs and begged for a huge cock to-.
“Oh, this is nice, I wonder if my scientists can replicate it? I think you could improve it by consuming carbon.” Penny’s sister said through her lips as she spied on the chocolate fox, who mewled and fingered herself harder. “Then again, it’s already impressive. That’s right you sexy bitch. I’m watching you fap. Deeper, harder. Cum you horny bitch!”
Penny howled and gushed her feminine slime on the mirror while her Navel Pearl shined brightly as it kept her belly down. “Oh~...what do you mean by improving it?” Penny moaned as she kept masturbating, feeling Urta stroking her godly cock as if it were her’s .
“Make it thicker, able to morph and adapt to more extremes than just acting like flesh and fur.” Urta panted through Penny’s lips and Penny dearly wanted nothing more than to fuck and kiss her sister, but she wasn’t physically here it was torture ~!
“Fuck yeah...” Penny moaned as she looked at her door.
“Something alive would be best. Shame you left before you could nom on a wroshyr tree. Those things are carbon sinks like you couldn’t imagine.” Urta said when Penny turned back to the mirror.
“Anything alive?” Penny groaned as she thought of pigs or cows and imagined swallowing one whole.
“No vore sis, unless they’re convicted criminals sentenced to death by nourishing the royal brood.” Urta said as Penny slowed down her masturbation. It wasn’t enough ! She went to her weapon closet and grabbed her Pulse sniper rifle, which was the most phallic gun in her current collection. This one even had the bonus of being a gift from Nora.
“You get to do that~?!” Penny keened as she shoved the bulbous rifle barrel into her hungry pussy the moment she was sitting on her bed facing the mirror to watch herself masturbate.
“Yes, I have a line of them in front of me now. Mostly mass murderers who were rampaging across the outer rim.” Urta replied and Penny moaned as she felt Urta casually swallow something massive whole. It was both unbelievably satisfying and disturbing. Cannibalism was still a very horrible thing, but for some reason, Penny’s sensibilities flew out the window here.
“C-could you send one over?” Penny moaned as her belly gurgled for food too, her babies demanding she eat massive amounts of food. She often satisfied them and herself by chugging the bottomless flask Hunter provided her, but she was craving something solid and heavy.
“Do you have a charm of Harmonia on you?” Urta questioned teasingly through Penny’s mouth while she gorged on the monsters of society in ritualistic execution.
“No~...” Penny mewled as she drove the dick-shaped purple pulse sniper rifle deeper, beyond what her current form should’ve been able to take, yet she kept pushing it deeper.
“Then I can’t send one over. I’ll have to talk to someone who can give you one. Oh, you’re tasty, yes, struggle you child rapist!” Urta snarled and Penny came again, spasming around the cock-like weapon in her cunt.
It wasn’t enough ~! Penny summoned her Omni and shivered as she called for Nora. “H-hey Penny, I’m-.”
“I Need you~!” Penny wailed pathetically, her body demanding pleasure and food.
“Oh, shit, On my way!” Nora hung up and Penny laid back on her bed, self-sucking her left tit as she masturbated desperately. Relishing the feeling of being stuffed full of heavy meat, but not actually experiencing it directly. She shoved the rifle as deep into her as it could-.
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Penny came to slowly, coming down from the most orgasmic sensation she’d ever experienced. Her body was splattered all over her room, a dent in the wall helped confirm what happened. ‘Oops…’ She squeezed the trigger with her cunt and because pulse weapons can’t be unloaded, it went off when she also deactivated the safety with her vulva.
Any worry for her babies was satisfied at the sight of the Navel Pearl still shining on the puddle next to the mirror. Her slime was still turquoise, but now had her mocha goo from her membrane mixed in with swirls. This was the sight that Nora walked in on and froze. “Hey babe...kinda got out of hand.” Penny said from multiple mouths that formed on her goo all over the room. “Could you, uh, help me pull myself together?”
“Oh, so you really needed me. Yeah, I’ll help you get back in one piece.” Nora giggled and proceeded to scoop Penny up in her hands onto the bed.
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“You want what? For what?” Yola asked her lover.
“Not a want, I need to eat something big and alive, whole , to enhance my new membrane.” Penny repeated to her girlfriend after she finished chugging the nutrition flask and went back to eating the bacon and sausage being served for breakfast. She was forced to be in human form since, y’know, Cerberus goons, but I could tell she was playing with her looks, adding a slant to her brows and eyes to give her a more vulpine expression.
“Okay, but aren’t we heading to the Citadel to check on Thane’s kid next?” I asked as I ate some Dextro paste. Yeah, they still weren’t letting us have real food.
“Yes, so I’m likely going to be kept waiting until we reach another planet with wildlife.” Penny grumbled as she shoved her food into her mouth like she was starving.
“Unf, what gender were you before, Ivara?” Kasumi moaned as the Warframe sat with us. Those two were nearly inseparable by this point and I blame Hunter for hooking those two up.
“Herm. My mute clones are the same, though one has become a Void entity after stealing a mask of a fictional entity and then the mask of Majora.” Ivara replied to Kasumi as the metal of her mouth area morphed into a human mouth and she began to eat their shared breakfast.
“Wait, you’re a Prime?” I asked in confusion, since she used the Loxley helmet and wasn’t using any Prime liveries or armor.
“Yes, but I prefer to save my true form for parties and fancy get-togethers. It’s too shiny and flowy for me to use on the job.” Ivara answered as she shifted in her seat and Kasumi grunted-wait. A-are they…? W-well, that’s their business.
“How many primes are there and are any missing from the game?” I asked as Ivara tilted her head before making an O of realization with her lips.
“Oh, you mean the game we’re based on! Well, yeah, we follow that model of design as it’s easier to just take from a goddess’s memory of something that works, but we’re really haunted biomechanical armor instead of being tormented and forcibly mutated people.” Ivara replied as she rocked in her seat and Kasumi hissed. “As for any missing...we don’t have a Revenant, a Nidus, a Garuda or a Nekros. Two for the simple reason that they involve death, two because you would have to be mass murderers and still loyal to the crown to a fault to be deemed worth keeping as a Warframe after death.”
“That’s interesting.” Yola commented as she noted this info in her omni-tool.
“Death hasn’t found anyone she would let have the titles or powers of Nekros or Revenant, but she’s looking. It would have to be someone who worships her and doesn’t go on killing sprees from what I have heard while guarding the court. Nidus has to be someone who is a master in biowarfare attacks, Garuda would have to be a mass murderer.” Ivara explained before she hummed and Kasumi keened quietly.
“Okay then. Please don’t impregnate Kasumi at the breakfast table.” I requested with a chiding tone and she smiled shamelessly.
“I refuse. She’s perfect for me. My lord had made the right call.” Ivara bounced in her seat and Kasumi whined.
“I-Ivara~...” Kasumi panted out before Ivara sucked on a sausage and then ate it. “F-fuck~...”
“Not fair. I have to be all prim and proper while you two get to have sex in full view of everyone.” Penny grumbled quietly at them and Ivara continued to smile as she finished breakfast for her and Kasumi and promptly vanished.
“Maybe if you get a Warframe partner.” Miranda sighed from where she’d been quietly eating breakfast until now.
“That’s why I need to eat a large mass of living carbon. I’ll essentially make my own variant of a Warframe.” Penny clarified as she patted her own cheek for emphasis.
“From what I’ve gathered, three of them would be perfect for Miranda, Jack or Samara.” Jacob said as he looked up the data Cerberus had on the Empire.
“I doubt that.” Jack and Miranda said at the same time, Samara just raised an eye crest at him.
“Mag, a magnetic-based Warframe, she’s known for altering the magnetic fields around her. Then there’s Nova who manipulates Anti-matter. Then you have Nyx, who is an immensely powerful telepath.” Jacob brought up and the three biotics looked at each other in consideration.
“That’s a null point, because the Warframes are top-tier Imperial military assets. The only reason we have Ivara on board is because she arrived with Hunter and fell for Kasumi’s sneaky mischievous ways.” Penny reminded everyone between drinks of orange juice. Or an equivalent.
“True.” Yola said with a smile as the girls pouted.
“Didn’t I get a warframe?” I questioned myself as everyone snapped to look at me. “Oh, there was the Nova I had for a time, but I gave it to Marrow.”
“You gave one up?” Penny asked in surprise as she went for her nutrition flask again.
“It was only temporary as she’s not a part of any military branch within the Empire.” Pillar spoke up, causing me to jolt in surprise at the scarily sneaky big man in full plate armor as he sat at the table and lifted his helmet’s visor to reveal his handsome distinctly European face with faint freckles that hinted at his heritage belonging to the United Kingdom. “The fact she used it instead for Marrow Willow to return to the Empire with all-due-haste is a point in Nora’s favor.”
“So Nora is the reason why the Empire got established so quickly.” Miranda noted and I squirmed at everyone looking at me so pointedly.
“Yes. Which is why she’s already a citizen of the Empire even if she hadn’t married Marrow, who is directly descended from Willow and Honey. Her information was invaluable in preparing us for diplomacy with the Citadel and war with the Hegemony.” Pillar replied before looking at Penny. “As for your need to consume a living entity, as a Doom Marine, I have the means to bring you something suitable later on.”
“Oh, that’d be great!” Penny chirped and I looked at Pillar warily.
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“This is not great! What is that?!” Penny yelped at the sight of the monster in the huge cage that Pillar had inexplicably summoned in the hangar. It was a polka-dotted screaming demon that looked like some Gorilla-Pig mutant.
“A Pinky. We have a prison of sorts where my brothers and I train in, to hone our skills in killing demons, called the Ripatorium that we keep captured demons in for practice.” Pillar explained as the Pinky continued to thrash around in its cage.
“You’re kidding.” Penny said in shock as she kept a distance.
“No, are you ready?” Pillar asked as Shepard took off her clothes and morphed into her more comfortable vixen form as she took steadying breaths that while she didn’t need still helped her calm down.
“Yeah, I guess.” Penny said, but was taken by surprise when Pillar promptly opened the cage and the Pinky charged right at her. She jumped out of the way and the demon slammed it’s head into the Hammerhead, putting a huge dent in the hull. “A little warning would’ve been nice!” She snarled at the towering knight as she put distance between her and the monster.
“Sorry.” Pillar apologised before subduing the demonic beast with a wave of his left hand that lifted it from the floor and brought it before her. “I can manipulate gravity, so I can keep it still. Now, eat .”
“That was the plan, but god is this thing fugly.” Penny scrunched up her snout in disgust, but took another breath before she opened her mouth wide, then stretched her jaw to make her mouth replace a good portion of her body, pulling on her stored mass to accommodate it.
She wrapped her massive slime mouth over the beast and engulfed it, which took it from Pillar’s power and it struggled within her even after she ‘swallowed’ and her mouth shrunk back to her head which was perched on the orb of goo her body was turned into to hold such a mass. It tasted like a spicy pepper and Penny moaned as her body set to digesting her live prey. It felt better than it had any right to, like some viceral primal part of her was being sated.
“So, how was it?” Pillar asked her as she panted and moaned.
“Spicy.” Penny groaned as the demon suddenly stopped struggling and her slime began absorbing the organic fresh-as-possible source of nutrition and carbon.
“Want some more? Try a different demon?” Pillar offered more , which surprised her.
“You sure this won’t turn me into a monster?” Penny asked worriedly as her body finished assimilating the demon and she morphed much easier back to her base shape and patted herself down. If she didn’t know better, she’d think her faux flesh was even more believable.
“Urta eats these demons and she hasn’t turned into one, now has she? I know because she’s my wife as well.” Pillar replied as he looked Penny over in consideration, she even raised her tail and helped him check her over to see if there was anything amiss back there.
“Is she married to all of you?” Penny mewled in concern as Pillar clinically opened her butt cheeks to check her anus. She must have gotten it right since he moved down to open her vagina, making her bite her lip. Even if Urta said all of them were allowed, she still wouldn’t feel right swinging with her sister’s lovers on a more serious note.
“Excluding Slayer, yes. I thought you would have known that from her memories?” The knight questioned as he rounded to her front, manually examining her breasts and she whimpered as he squeezed and pressed them, like he was feeling for lumps or other issues.
“I don’t see everything Urta knows.” Penny informed the man who had moved up to her head and opened her jaw open after she had spoken to look in her mouth.
“Oh, well, what would you like to know?” Pillar offered after he seemed satisfied with the look of her mouth and was now looking in her ears.
“Um, what can Demons do? Will this inadvertently affect me?” Penny asked for clarification on her original concern and after he hummed and nodded in satisfaction with her appearance, she smiled brightly at her new ability to accurately assume a flesh-like body.
“There are many demonic species in Hell, some more terrifying than others…” Pillar said as he summoned a couple of nearby crates for them to sit on and he began a long lecture on the details of the known types of demons. He covered their strengths, their weaknesses, their place and rank within the hierarchy, so-on.
To be frank, it was like listening to a xenobiology/sociology lecture. If she wasn’t genuinely interested, she would’ve fallen asleep instead of intently paying attention for nearly 2 hours.
“...As for how this will affect you? You might actually become stronger for every Hellspawn you devour. It is how my brothers and I have become strong though not by literally devouring them. You are made of Argent energy after all. Then again, there were some circumstances like a relic from Hell or a boon bestowed on you from the Goddesses themselves that have brought us to where we are now.” Pillar wrapped up with a sigh and Penny was thankful she finally got some of the answer to her question after all of that.
“So it’s fine for me to eat demons. Got it.” Penny summarized his lecture in one sentence and he sighed harder.
“Basically, yes. Just be glad that you’re using your powers responsibly and going for the throat as fast as you can manage instead of dicking around like my brothers and I did. We never asked to be Gods, but it just seemed a natural progression in the end. Even so, we acted too late and our world was destroyed, blown up by hell. At least we ordered a full scale evacuation of the planet before the end. Most of the civilians made it out, so we were able to continue in another realm. Here.” Pillar informed the vixen, who wilted in sympathy.
“At least you did what you could. In the end, that’s all we can try to do.” Penny said with conviction and Pillar sighed again.
“No, we didn’t.” Pillar’s head hung low at the memory, until he felt a hand grasping at his own. He saw Penny holding his hand and leaning towards him with her glowing blue eyes piercing into his.
“If it came too late, it came too late. Hindsight is 20/20, what matters is what you do going forward. Regret is one thing, but wallowing in something you cannot change is pointless. What you can do is continue forward, marching on their fortresses and their strongholds with the force of gods backing you. Make them suffer, make them pay, make them die . Eventually, one day, it will be enough. That day may never seem to come, but it will, whether or not you are part of it, it will. Or they will win.” Penny was so close she was almost touching his face with her nose, her eyes searing his vision with the bright turquoise light that filled them. “Are you going to give up?”
“No. I don’t want to, there’s too much at stake.” Pillar answered with conviction.
“Then you better fucking man-up soldier. Now, drop and give me twenty!” Penny demanded with her grim and serious demeanor suddenly doing a 180 into cheerful mischief.
“...You just wanted to say that, didn’t you?” Pillar asked with amusement and Penny snickered.
“I never got to be a drill instructor.” Penny joked and put her hands on her hips as she sat up straight, reminding her that she was stark naked and had been for the past few hours with him, alone, together. Penny tried not to blush, feeling heat in her face at realizing she was completely nude and felt comfortable with it even with a man her sister is married to looking at her.
“For you I can. Got any weights around here I can use?” Pillar asked as he removed his divine white armour piece by piece, starting with his helmet and cuirass.
“N-no need for that! It was just a joke!” Penny waved her hands frantically as he-oh~ six pack~ … “N-not really? This is the hangar, the crates range from twenty kilograms up to the heaviest thing here is the Hammerhead and it weighs about 15 tonnes!” It had to be lightweight since it uses Mass Effect and microthrusters for mobility.
“I can do that.” Pillar said with a confident smile as he stripped down to his pants and boots.
“But it’s expensive military gear!” Penny said, unsure if she wanted to see him undress more. Half of her was screaming yes, the other half was distinctly uncomfortable with it.
“Okay, anything else that isn’t bolted down and expensive military gear?” Pillar questioned as Penny bit her bottom lip. “Hm, I feel rather comfortable in my wolf form. Would you mind if I change form?”
“I-I uh, sure, but everything here is expensive.” Penny mentioned in the vain hope he would change his mind even as Pillar approached the Hammerhead.
“I’ll make sure not to break it.” Pillar nodded as his human form smoothly shifted from his 9 foot height to a staggering 14 feet tall as he became a pure white-furred dire wolf with muscles on his muscles and a bushy tail that wagged, drawing her eyes almost as much as his scent did her nose.
“Uh, oh mama.” Penny said as her eyes roved over the massive wolf who got under the Hammerhead and she licked her lips as she groped her breast and a hand drifted to her groin.
“See something you like?” Pillar teased her as he got into position and started his set of twenty press-ups, the Hammerhead lifted into the air off it’s landing struts.
“Yes.” Penny panted as she began masturbating at the sight of this absolute stud lifting so much weight with an ease that made her core clench in desire. If he can move that much weight, he must fuck like a god ...which describes him perfectly.
“Do you mind describing what you like seeing right now?” Pillar asked between breaths and Penny bit her lip as her tail whacked against the crate she was on and her fingers dove deeper into her cunt while her free hand played with her breasts.
“Y-your ass and tail. They’re the only part of you clearly visible from this angle, but your ass is clenching so tightly , your tail is wagging so fast and sending your scent everywhere.” Penny panted and sniffed deeply at the air to take in his pheromone-rich musk even though he was several feet away.
“Hm~. Well, that’s twenty, what next instructor ?” Pillar teased as he crawled out, revealing his white fur got dirty underneath the military machine. It may not be like old style vehicles, but it still sets down on wild terrain.
“Uh, push-ups this time?” Penny half-asked, half-hoped and his response was to approach her and get into position, his face right in front of her cunt. “T-twenty count!” Penny nervously added before she groaned as his snout pressed into her lower lips and his tongue lapped into her depths, but it ended too quickly and he went down to push up and make out with her quim again. “Unf~!”
He didn’t speak, he went down, then up, down on her, then down, up, down on her. He did this a total of twenty times and she was going crazy ~! She was a panting needy wreck by the time he finished and peered up at her with his tail wagging, waiting.
“G-good man! H-have a meal then a shower.” Penny pleaded and he took the invite, diving into her cooch and ravishing her vagina with his tongue. “Ahn~!” She humped his snout and he groped her ass as he ate her so ravenously it was like he was dying of thirst for her slime. Before she could even think of saying anything else, she gushed around his tongue and he lapped her juices up.
Then, he stood, unbuckling his belt with a quirked brow and she nodded breathlessly. He dropped his pants to reveal a 20 inch long cock with basketball testicals beneath. He gently knelt down and pushed into her, but she accepted him easily and pulled him into a kiss he had to bend down for due to their size difference as he began fucking her properly.
Penny only idly remembered her hesitation from before, but more insistent in her mind was the instinctive scream of rapture being brought upon her by the man who she considered her husband even if she didn’t. The man who smelled, tasted, sounded, looked and felt like her husband. Penny decided as she came for the upteenth time, that this once, she was his wife.
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“Is it safe?” I asked worriedly for the third time after we emerged in the Widow system, as far as possible from the remains of Sovereign and the Citadel proper.
“Yes. I got approval from Councilor Anderson. He says they know about Cerberus funding us, but besides that, we’re golden.” Ashley, finally back to being her human and purely female self once more, reminded me again as I dove into the familiar systems of the Citadel.
It seems a lot of the privacy-violating recording devices have been removed. There’s still plenty of places where people are being watched and listened to without their awareness, but the number seems to have dropped by over half. “Something bothering you sis?” Yola asked aloud as I wove through the Citadel like it was an old playground with that one creepy kid you stayed away from, even if he was calling for me.
“No, it’s just, I find it hard to believe that we won’t be attacked. People have a lot of reasonable enmity for Cerberus and we’re flying their flags.” I said as I did what came natural to me lately, finding and reporting illicit activities. Hm, Captain Bailey has been accepting bribes, but he’s been putting that money into operations rather than pocketing it...eh, I’ll let that one slide, but Elias Kelham; the one bribing him is going down .
“I know, but relax, we’re fine if Ashley says so.” Tali assured me, reminding me that she’d been oddly distant lately. She can’t have been exiled, that’s impossible with her situation the way it is.
“Besides, Jeffrey wouldn’t be bringing us in if he didn’t have the clearance.” EDI further reassured me and I nodded in acceptance that we were going to the place where the stupid kid was practically begging me to connect to.
“And I’m sure Andromeda's Ambassador would have managed to get you all on the Citadel regardless.” Pillar added from where he was standing near Penny behind Joker’s pilot seat. The Doom Marines didn’t want to come to the Citadel, but we’ve managed to convince them and reluctantly agree.
“So Tali, what have you been up to?” Penny asked curiously after double-checking their clearance with Joker.
“I’ve been making a baby.” Tali casually answered and everyone snorted in amusement. “Oh, no, not like that! The way I’m doing it is...well...I’m making an AI.” Tali’s admittance caused the air to still. “Don’t worry, I’ve learned too much from working with Nora, Yola, EDI and so many other examples to make dumb mistakes. I’m treating it like an infant. Naive, young, curious. I’m using teaching methods that Imperial design manuals say result in stable outcomes.”
“Just so long as you’re being careful and ensuring your own safety.” Penny warily said before she turned to the crew. “Alright folks, we’re on shore leave while docked at the Citadel. Keep your noses clean and return nightly, we don’t know when we’ll be leaving.”
I didn’t bother to add the words ‘as soon as possible’ in regards to me…
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Penny cooperated with C-Sec after they docked at Zakera Ward, the only dock they were cleared for. She handed over her weapons, walked through the scanner, then waited for her team on the other end. She didn’t like not having her tail or other fox features out. Again, even though it was literally part of her, she felt stifled pretending to be human again.
The Doom Marines were a different story, C-Sec didn’t dare to try and stop them, letting them pass under the condition they don’t raise their weapons unless it was in self-defense. The only thing the Doom Marines were worried about was Shepard and her crew’s safety, along with dealing with the paparazzi.
“So, Commander Shepard huh? I have you listed as dead.” Captain Bailey, the man running C-Sec for the Zakera Ward said with a wry amusement about him, like nothing fazed him and he was just putting up with it.
“I’ve been getting that a lot.” Penny sighed and shook her head. “I survived, barely, but I’m here. I need to report to the Council among other things.” Penny looked at Thane, Garrus and Tali. She’d wanted Nora or Yola to come with her, but they insisted they had things to settle privately.
“Well, you’re still listed as Killed In Action, so normally it would take you going to the tax office, the human embassy and the local garrison of the Alliance navy to get relisted as being alive. Or, I can just press this button.” Captain Bailey did so and Penny beamed at him.
“Thanks. Good to see someone in authority who understands that protocol is only good if it doesn’t keep people from doing their jobs.” Penny declared and the Captain smiled.
“You took the words right out of my mouth. Welcome back, Commander.” Captain Bailey nodded politely and Penny led her team into the Citadel proper while the rest of the crew had to go through a similar process behind them.
“Alright, so your son lives where, Thane?” Tali asked as she brushed her dark hair out of her face. She was in clothes typical of a human rather than an off-world quarian. They weren’t expecting combat, but even so, Penny wore her refitted N7 armor and Garrus wore his full Armax armor, helmet included. She considered it a bit neurotic, but Garrus was entitled to paranoia.
“The last I heard from him, he said apartment complex X-03-20073, room 04. Just be forewarned there is some construction in the area a few months ago.” Thane informed them with the drell signature eidetic memory aiding him.
“I’ll be needing help catching up with Sidonis. Nora gave me a time and place where he frequents, so I can sit down with him. I don’t know if he’ll be willing to sit still and talk without some external pressure however.” Garrus reminded her and Penny nodded.
“Alright then, is it soon? I also don’t want to hold you up Thane, you can go on ahead and visit your family without us if you don’t want us to be awkward armed fifth wheels.” Penny snorted at her own analogy, considering the wheel went the way of the dodo after Imperial Repulsorlift technology came to the Milky Way several years ago and monstrosities like the Mako were eventually destroyed for their crime of existing.
“I appreciate that. He’s a C-Sec officer and I would assume he’d be uncomfortable hosting so many armed people. I will go see him and his wife. I shall return to the Normandy once I have spoken with them and enjoyed our reunion.” Thane clasped his hands and bowed slightly before leaving the trio.
“I feel like the situation is oddly ironic. That there’s only three of us instead of four.” Tali commented with an odd sense of clarity.
“I know what you mean. It’s almost like we’ve been overcompensating or something.” Garrus muttered with a thoughtful scratch of his helmet’s chin.
“The more the merrier until it becomes overwhelming.” Penny countered, because why only bring two other people when you need four to equal a strike team? Or an adventuring party in those fantasy RPG games. “Well then, let’s go find your friend, Garrus.”
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[You can finally hear me.] Go away. Go away. Go away. [I implore you, listen.] Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. [Your Synthesis is not spreading fast enough, the Cycle must continue.] Shut the fuck up~! [Please, you are only hurting yourself.]
“We can take a Kodiak to another system for a while if it’s too overwhelming, sis.” Yola gently offered as she rubbed my shoulders while I was curled into myself sitting on a public bench.
“Stupid kid . I am not one of your...toys .” I whispered through grit teeth.
[Why would I control you? You are perfect, as are your children. You cannot prevent disaster. Synthetic life will still annihilate all organic life if you continue on this path.] The stupid, naive, ignorant brat insisted. [I see that I cannot convince you. I will do nothing to stop you, but know this: you will fail or if not, you will doom all life.]
“Just for that, I’m taking your toys.” I snarled, grabbed the system enslaving the Keepers and ripped it to pieces from the Reaper control network. Across the station, Keepers suddenly paused in their duties and then shrugged before continuing on with their self-assigned tasks. At least they chose to keep up their work.
[So be it. I hope that someday, you will succeed. If not this Cycle, then the next.] The brat finally stopped broadcasting to me and I leaned into Yola, choking on sobs at the relief that came over me.
“Okay, that’s it, we’re-.” I stopped Yola with a kiss on her cheek.
“I’m good.” I sniffled and wiped the tears from my eyes. “He’s leaving me alone now.”
“*Yip!*” A juvenile wolf yelped when it crawled out of a vent. It was white and had the Cerberus logo on its head like the one on Omega, but it was still a puppy. It looked around before running away from some C-Sec officers right towards us and it hopped into my arms.
“Hold that beast!” One of the turian officers gasped for breath as they stopped in front of us.
[Don’t send me with them! I’ll die!] The puppy whined as it curled into my lap and I shielded him from the officers.
“Sorry officers, but I’m part of Spectre Shepard’s crew. She’s helping deal with Cerberus and this logo on the head indicates it’s a Cerberus asset. I’m required to take him in for processing since there’s been reports of biomechanical animals produced by Cerberus for infiltration work.” I informed the officers as I held up my omni-tool, showing them my affiliation and ID.
“Gah, damn it. Fine. One less puppy to euthanize.” The human officer huffed and seemed relieved about sparing the little thing before he patted his fellows on the back and they went on their way.
[Thank you! I smelled you were a good one!] The simple little thing declared before his tummy rumbled and he whined. [Can I please have food? I’m hungry!] My heart melted .
“We’re keeping him.” Yola announced before I could and I kissed the innocent little baby on the head, causing him to yip happily and give doggy kisses on my chin.
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“There he is.” Garrus subtly pointed out the well-dressed turian sitting at a family-owned dextro diner in one of the booths inside. “That’s Lantar Sidonis. We’re going to approach him from behind. Tali, you block his booth by sitting next to him and I’ll sit across from him with Penny.” Garrus briskly told them as they entered the side-entrance of the diner.
Tali sat next to Sidonis before he could notice their approach and he froze up at seeing the fully-armored Archangel sit across from him with Penny and then remove his helmet to set aside. “Want to order anything?” Penny casually asked as she used her omni to browse the menu before a quarian waitress without an enviro-suit approached.
“Welcome to Rulea’s~! We offer a small menu of separately stored and cooked Levo food too. May I take your order?” The perky young woman, clearly of Pilgrimage age, asked with a bounce to her bearing that made her melon-sized breasts bounce gaily in her aproned top.
“I’ll have a Rannoch Baltita.” Tali said with a smile.
“A burger is fine.” Garrus said as he continued to stare directly at Sidonis’s eyes.
“If you have levo meat, then I’ll have a levo burger.” Penny ordered simply, even if she’d prefer a dextro burger to be honest. The flavor is rather zingy compared to beef or other levo meats, but being protein neutral doesn’t mean she can just flaunt it or try to argue for what others would see as poison to her.
“Thank you, I’ll be bringing your orders out in a bit.” She left and Garrus steepled his hands together.
“Sidonis. I know. You didn’t do it willingly.” At his words, Sidonis seemed about to weep in a mixture of relief and sorrow, but Garrus held up a hand. “Stew on it. You’re not about to die. Just relax, we’ll eat and talk when you’re ready.”
“Huh?” Sidonis asked as the waitress returned with a breakfast that looked like a dextro variant of pancakes and hash browns.
“Eat first, worry about what I need to say second.” Garrus insisted and the group had a tense awkward silence while Sidonis ate slowly. Eventually the others got their orders, but Penny’s would take a bit longer since they had to sanitize the grill for her burger to make sure there wasn’t any cross-contamination. Damn, she liked the flavor a greased grill gave a burger. “Alright, now that I have some food in me, I would like to say I’m upset with you.”
“I’m so sorry, Garrus. They injected me with things, things that hurt in ways I can’t describe.” Penny tuned out Sidonis’s ongoing apology, which was surprisingly easy for her since she could literally remove the inner ear on that side of her head. When her burger came, it looked a bit overdone. Not in the cooked department, it was a double-stack smashburger, you can’t fuck that up easily, but they really went overboard with the cheese, it was oozing out of the burger. Does dextro cheese behave differently when heated, so they overcompensated?
“-So be glad I’m not even going to break your limbs since you’re beating yourself up more than I ever could without killing you.” Penny turned her attention back to the situation when she turned her head that way, so she reactivated the ear on her right side to hear more clearly.
“Thank you, Garrus, but I heard. They’re all dead now, right? They can’t hurt anyone else?” Sidonis asked hopefully and Penny could understand that notion, of getting justice done.
“Yes. They’re all dead, courtesy of me and two of my old friends who showed up in time to save my ass. You don’t have to stay here if you don’t want to. I remember you mentioning how the Citadel grated on you.” Garrus reassured his hopefully-a-friend-again and took a chomp of his burger.
“Well, now that I’m out of that life, I’ve found myself content just working at a local archive. I’ve even met this cute geth girl…” Sidonis admitted with his mandibles flaring in that familiar turian expression that was equivalent to a blushing smirk.
“Hold on. Is she a changeling model of geth?” Penny asked curiously and Sidonis blinked at her before nodding. “That’s one of my lover’s daughters, don’t break her heart.” Penny warned Sidonis grimly. While Nora and Yola may have been mass-reproducing to prepare for the war effort, not all of their children wanted to be soldiers and were given the freedom they deserved to pursue their desires.
“Perish the thought! Viola is too wonderful for me to even think of betraying.” Sidonis declared firmly and everyone nodded in approval of his conviction. “Well then, I do have to get to work now. Keep in touch, Garrus?”
“I’ll try. If you never hear from me again...it means I didn’t make it.” Garrus declared and the group got up to leave before Sidonis could demand what he meant.
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“So, Shepard has finally returned.” Valern commented with approval in his tone mixed with disapproval. “Hopefully she has not been corrupted by Cerberus’ beliefs.”
“She would never bow down to someone else’s beliefs. Commander Shepard is too headstrong and self-determined to believe in anything other than what she thinks is right.” Anderson declared proudly, which Laiel could understand. She was once his subordinate and now she has become so bright a star that even though he still outranks her, she brings pride to his people.
“Commander Shepard is rather vocal in private company about her desires to destroy Cerberus, I wouldn’t be concerned with that.” Stated Pillar as the Doom Marines partook in this discussion, at the request of the Council. Their helmets off to show their faces. Laiel was puzzled by their being human, but it involved extra-dimensional shenanigans of some sort that he was leaving well-enough alone.
“They’re worrywarts, Uncle Pillar, they can’t help it.” Medulla beamed brightly at the man who was apparently her great-many-times step-uncle.
“Would they even believe me if I said I was born a human? They seem to have a hard time believing that. Then again, it’s probably the hair and eye coloration. It’s not commonly found in Humanity outside fantasy.” Berserker snorted as he referred to their unique physical traits: silvery-white hair and blood red eyes.
“Forgive us that we’ve found the science of inter-dimensional travel to be nigh impossible in the thousands of years we’ve been researching.” Avetora replied in deadpan.
“Trust us; you’d wish it stayed that way.” Berserker retorted before a primitive wooden door appeared behind The Doom Marines and from it emerged a bird-focused draconequus the council recognized as Hermais from the few times they had barged in on parties or other diplomatic meetings.
Laiel considered Hermais a they because they were male right now even though more often than not they are female. At least he could see Medulla as female even in male form because she is too overpoweringly feminine in either gender. “Heya! Heard some doubters of basic Imperial knowledge. Please refer to the Imperial Treatise on Lawful Use of Dimensional Anomalies.” Hermais then slammed the door and it vanished. “Hey everybody!”
“Hey sweetie, how are you doing?” Runner asked as the chaotic entity hovered up to smooch her cheek.
“Doing good. Things are in motion. If everything continues on this path we might not all die horribly and end up stuffed inside of ancient machines.” Hermais declared cheerfully as they sat on the hovered with their hands on the woman’s shoulders and she didn’t even seem to notice their weight.
“Could you please not just barge in on official meetings?” Laiel asked in exasperation. Damned imperial space-hoppers made security a logistical nightmare.
“There are things far beyond all of our comprehension, that even science will struggle to make sense of.” Runner shook her head in amusement as she scratched Hermais’s chin, making them purr.
“This is all off topic. Where is Shepard?” Anderson asked and the doors opened with Penny in the lead of her group. “Well, I just walked right into that one didn’t I?” Anderson asked with faint amusement.
“So, what’d I miss?” Commander Shepard questioned as she stood at the second podium.
“Well, good to see you’re adjusting well.” Hermais commented, but Berserker pinched her beak shut with his fingers. Laiel raised his brow at the suspicious comment, but whatever it was seemed personal to Shepard, he wasn’t going to pry.
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“Who is a good boy~? Who is a precious boy~?” I asked with a baby-voice as I played with my new puppy. I decided to name Ghost after Jon Snow’s direwolf since he didn’t have a name already. I’d bought levo puppy chow, several toys, even a full-size doghouse for him to sleep in even after he grew up. That is, if he didn’t somehow become gigantic.
“[I am! I am!]” Ghost yipped and canted both vocally and in his broadcast as he wiggled on his back while I rubbed his chest and tummy.
“You just find the best damn things, Nora.” Jack smirked as she made smooching noises and Ghost, quick to understand that meant someone wanted to give him affection, rolled away from me to jump into Jack’s lap to let her pet and snuggle him.
“I know, right?” Ashley watched with a fond yet wistful expression. She must’ve had dogs before and Ghost was reminding her of old family members now gone.
“I wonder how many of those LI are breeding and how many Cerberus has control over.” Yola considered aloud with concern, because while he was clearly a wolf pup, Ghost also seemed a bit fluffier than wolves normally are. His mama could be some stray bitch in the wards his daddy couldn’t resist and those things have been out and about for months already, more than long enough for little Ghost to be conceived, carried, then born and separated from his family.
“Likely all of them, likely none of them.” I replied in answer to both considerations. Knowing things as I do, they likely fucked up. The LI have all gone off the reservation, now there’s invasive breeds of hyper-intelligent animals spreading across the galaxy.
“[Daddy had mated an asari!]” Ghost commented, causing Yola and I to blush hotly. Woof. I had no idea that even those stuck-up girls could have some serious deviants. Then again, asari are very sexually explorative.
“Do you know who your mommy was?” Yola asked worriedly, because if this little darling was born from an asari, the poor woman must be either traumatized from having him or terrified that her little ball of fluff went missing.
[Mommy was a human! She didn’t want me.] Ghost casually answered without any emotion in the often painful statement, so I think he misunderstood.
“Not your digital mommy, your physical mommy.” If Cerberus was using Project Overlord as a template, then the LI these creatures were based off of must be EDI. Oof. How can I explain to my daughter that her data echoes were being used to make thousands of little babies and now grandbabies?
[Oh! Mommy Shear must be worried about me! Can you please tell her I’m okay?] Ghost’s words made me a bit nervous. He didn’t seem all too eager to return to his mother.
“Do you know where she lives?” I asked in concern and he shook his head.
[No, but I have her omni number!] Ghost transferred the number to my omni without ceasing his puppy kisses to Jack’s chin and enjoying the petting.
“Okay, I’m just going to make a call.” I said before I dialed the number and was promptly connected.
“Hello?” A panting asari answered.
“Is this Shear? Little Ghost told me to let you know he’s okay.” I tried not to focus on the lustful sounds happening on the other end.
“Who? Oh! My little puppy? Oof, yes, I know, sorry. Um, I’m working right now, please take good care of him. I don’t know the first thing about wolves or dogs.” Shear grunted and panted and I mentally whined in understanding of what her job was and how she could have had Ghost.
“[Mommy!]” Ghost cheered in joy as I heard a dog panting in the call.
“Oh, he sounds happy-yes, I know you-fine. Please take good care of him, I can’t just stop working and I needed to find him a good home anyway.” Shear huffed in a mixture of pleasure and disappointment. She was probably looking forward to keeping Ghost anyway.
“I will, good luck with your, uh, job.” I hung up before I could hear more of the woman’s fetish work going on. She clearly had zoophiles for clients. However, that didn’t stop me instinctively being forced to view the scene being recorded that I tried to ignore.
“Not the knot! Fuck yes! Ugh, he’s filling me!” An Asari had a massive wolf on her pinning her to the floor and it looked like a Cerberus model. The damn thing was pumping at least a gallon into her.
“What is with these beasts? How do they override even Asari genes?” The scientists asked as I realized they captured one in a lab. Oh, she isn’t a fetish prostitute, she’s helping them study the creatures, but she’s enjoying it a bit much.
“So what’s going on?” Ashley asked, now the one snuggling Ghost.
“We’re keeping him, but know that he’s the son of an asari, somehow.” Seriously, that is a feat in and of itself, not even mentioning that he is male and was born from a species known for being monogendered. Just what the absolute fuck has Cerberus managed to create here? Other than the goodest of boys that is.
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“What!? How did that happen?” Messana asked her contact in the scientific community from where she was laying against the glowing green shell containing the eggs Laiel, Medulla and she had cooperatively worked on. Her long tail flicked in agitation as her wings spread, the blue-scaled asari-turned-dragoness was a mixture of intrigued and in disbelief over what she was hearing. She was retired, but it didn’t mean she wasn’t going to be ignorant of things.
“We don’t know, these LI seemed to be designed to breed with anything. Further study into its genetics shows this was not an intentional design. Our volunteer, Shear, proved even Asari would just birth a pup!” The Asari on the other end said in panic. “And they are far more intelligent than their parents, having sapient-level intelligence rather than mere sentience.”
“Interesting. That isn’t a bad thing, but it does mean they could eventually breed-out other species if allowed to spread unchecked.” Messana hummed as she stretched out on the smooth shell of her mate’s brood in the corner of the nursery where they were transferred after they’d finished secondary incubation within her. That was a fun two weeks.
“Geth seem to have a similar ability. Though they don’t override even our genes like these animals. Wah- hey! B-back off!” Messana’s friend yelped before a wolf started mounting her. It slobbered over the Omni as it pinned the Maiden to the floor, a glimpse of it’s huge member briefly appeared. “A-as you can, Ah-see our subject is in a breeding frenzy after so many partners. Shit it tore my skirt off! Someone help!”
“Is that the initial subject? Or one of its offspring?” Messana asked casually as the Maiden got penetrated by a monstrously big dick and she screamed in a mixture of pain and pleasure. “Come now, you’re a professional. I understand if you only have a couple of centuries of experience, but relax.” Messana coached her younger friend who moaned and panted.
“Th-this one is the o-oldest of the sapient ones. Ahn~! H-how are you-unf, ah, oh~!” The woman was reduced to a moaning mess and she hung up her omni, causing Messana to mewl in disappointment.
“Love, were you listening to porn?” Laiel asked when he entered their home with Medulla close behind him since the door shut after he was deeper into the large apartment.
“No, I was talking to a recent friend of mine. It seems Cerberus has created something they couldn’t control. Have you heard of their Living Intelligences?” Messana asked her lovers from where she was perched atop her egg pile. They may not be her eggs, but she laid them the second time around and damn it, her new instincts wanted her to preen atop her pile.
“How does that sound like sex?” Medulla asked as she entered the nursery while Laiel was in the kitchen and she leaned against the shell containing their brood to kiss Messana.
“One of the second-generation ones, who are sapient unlike the first generation, got loose and proceeded to pleasure my friend.” Messana shrugged, as if dubious-consent was just another normal part of sexual interaction. Ever since she became a dragon, things have been different .
She felt passion burn in her hotter than her Maiden days. Her already impressive libido was intensified, she felt overly possessive of her friends and family, she was also fucking hot. The ego boost was welcome and she didn’t realize how many asari generally tend to be detached bitches until she no longer was one. It made her not want to go back after she spent two weeks as a sex-obsessed incubator for her mate’s eggs.
“I see. Should we be concerned about this?” Laiel asked as he joined his mates in the nursery to go over and check on little Zeleen in her crib. That was another thing, why the fuck do asari wait for everything? She can’t believe how much of a detached bitch she’d been, not even fucking naming her daughter right away? She sickened herself.
“From the sounds of it, they’re to be labeled as an alpha-class invasive species on par with asari, changelings and geth. Sure, geth might produce children of the same ‘species’ as their partner instead of themselves, but they’re still biomechanical LI.” Medulla said and Messana nodded in agreement. “However, second generation onward are sapient, so we can’t just euthanize them. They’ll need to be captured, educated and brought into society rather than seed it’s underbelly like the fictional Skaven.”
Even though the Skaven are real, there are still rampant, slanderous rumors of them hiding beneath other civilizations just waiting to pounce. Anyone with a real brain would know that’s false, the Skaven are the Empire’s most zealously loyal citizens and fervently outspoken.
“Okay, enough talk, can we please either have sex or go out someplace? Little Zeleen will still be out like a light for several more hours and these eggs aren’t hatching for another week.” Messana huffed some smoke from her lips and Laiel sighed in fond exasperation with her pushiness. So she got more assertive after she became a dragon, sue her.
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“That went really well.” Penny toasted her glass of bubbly with Anderson in his private office alone with the older man. Garrus decided to check out some of the weapon shops and Tali cited she needed some tech, so they went shopping while Penny chose to catch up with her old friend and former commanding officer, now her political superior.
“You’ve made a lot of friends, Commander. It’s only sensible that the Council provide support for their Spectre, even if indirectly.” Anderson smiled softly at this victory for his friend while he sipped the champagne. “That said, I’ve heard disturbing news. You’re no longer human?”
“...I thought I was doing a good job at keeping that secret, what with Cerberus wanting it known I’m still the ‘pinnacle of humanity’.” Penny huffed and looked around the office, before sighing as she relaxed and her mocha-skinned human form became a mocha-furred anthro fox, her tail swishing around in the air behind her after it threaded through the gap in the seat’s back. “Thank gosh I can relax. Holding another shape is easier than being stuffed in a me-shaped suit, but it’s still like I’m squeezing into a dress that’s a size too small.”
“Even so, I’m glad that this hasn’t changed the person you are.” Anderson smiled more genuinely as he set his drink down. “So, how did it happen?”
“I used an emergency medipen provided to me by the Goddess Wiatr for...um, services rendered. She said it was only if I was going to die with no way out. I was...I was spaced. I was suffocating, my body swelling in the vacuum. I stabbed myself with it in the hopes it would save me. It did, but at the cost of my humanity. Cerberus was not pleased with me about it.” Penny petted her tail to help calm herself down. It was very soothing to pet her tail or curl up with it.
“Then I should send a letter of thanks to Wiatr for saving your life. You’re too valuable to lose.” Anderson stated firmly before taking another sip of his bubbly, so Penny knocked back her champagne flute to down the drink all in one go. She didn’t know if she could even get drunk, but damn it, she might as well try. “I know that look. Do you need the bottle?”
“I could use it.” Penny admitted and Anderson handed her the whole bottle which she then chugged since she’d learned her babies were safe from ingested toxins. The carbonation was good to feel in her slime. It was like she was being tickled and pleasured from the inside. Woo. She needs to chug soda and stuff more often. “Mm~, that feels good ~.”
“Glad to have given you a moment of relief from the stress, Commander.” Anderson said as he stood and went over to the balcony, which was high up and safe from casual observation, so Penny got up and wobbled with a giggle at how the carbonation made her slime fizz and inflate, her breasts pressing against her armor along with her ass, so she started shoving more of her mass into her Inventory to keep inside of her armor as she followed him outside.
“What are you thinking about?” Penny asked him as she leaned on the railing and tried to focus past how incredible she was feeling right now. She kinda wanted to just get naked and let the expanding gasses inside of her turn her into a slime balloon, but she could try that later.
“I’m just thinking about how bright our futures look, even with the threat of the Reapers on the horizon. Even though I’m spending my twilight years driving a desk instead of an IFV, I still feel like things are only going to improve, even if I wasn’t the one on the Council.” Anderson said as he looked down at the people in the parks of the rebuilt Presidium.
“Pfft, yeah, right. Like Hackett or anyone else could stand to be sitting pretty here instead of the bridges of their dreadnoughts.” Penny blew a raspberry and the surface of her ‘flesh’ bubbled and popped before she gathered herself and firmed her membrane back up. “But yeah, with people like Nora, Yola, Marrow and all the other incredible folks out there striving to make the galaxy, no, the universe a better place, I can’t see it being anything but incredible.”
“That’s exactly what I mean, but you forgot to mention yourself among their number. If not for you, Shepard, none of this would’ve happened. If you didn’t become a Spectre, if you didn’t doggedly chase down Sovereign, if you didn’t help bring peaceful coexistence between the geth and quarians, things would’ve been much, much darker.” Anderson ruminated on the situation and Penny looked back on things.
She didn’t think she was all that special. Her friends, they were special. Sure, she enabled them to do what they were best at, allowed them the outlet for their skills, but that’s all she was. They were the bright shining stars and she was just the ship travelling to them, connecting them. Bringing her friends together to accomplish things she or they, couldn’t possibly manage alone.
“Sure, whatever you say.”
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“Princess?” Twilight blinked and looked down at her unicorn assistant from her staggering height. As a 20 foot tall giantess of an alicorn, Twilight, even sitting, towered every everyone in the throne room of her palace on Khar’shan. Sure, she could just use her collar to be shrunken down, but it was also a political move. If she was so toweringly imposing yet Friendly, the Batarians had an easier time adjusting to her rule. “Is everything alright?”
“Wonderful. Someone just realized they’re like me .” Twilight wistfully smiled, feeling nostalgic and a bit sad because her friends were scattered across Andromeda, pursuing their never-ending dreams like she was. Someone out there in the universe, someone of great importance, just came to the realization, the Spark , that they were the linchpin connecting their friends together. She hoped to meet them someday.
“Princess, as wonderful as that is to hear, what should we do? The Collectors have abducted Skaven, Cat-Kut, Ponies, Changelings and all other species in between with this latest and most audacious raid on our colonies.” The white unicorn asked in worry, which was understandable. Their people have been taken and sadly…
“There is nothing to be done. If they’ve slipped our net, try to find them, if they refuse to fight us, pursue them without pause with our fastest ships. Otherwise, all we can do is keep vigilant alongside Aria’s defense forces at the Omega 4 Relay.” Princess Twilight Sparkle sighed gustily in lament. Her people have such faith in her ability to govern, but time and again she fails, yet they refuse to attribute them to her, instead blaming the situations that she should have the power to prevent and fight against. Being a leader often left one feeling powerless, ironically.
“Understood. We’ll retrieve any survivors and cancel all future colonization efforts until these monsters can be found and brought to justice.” Her assistant announced and Twilight nodded in affirmation.
“That would be best. Is there anything else on today’s itinerary?” There shouldn’t be, she checked the list before even starting court for the day.
“No, your highness, but if you would like to accept, Hermais has sent a request for tea after court is adjourned.” Twilight perked up at this news.
“Thank you Pen Teller, that is all then. Dismissed.” Everyone in the hall stood and left as Twilight entered the oversized doors in the back of the throne room meant for her, where she shrunk down to her original 6 foot height. Once she adjusted to the feeling of being normal size, she went to her private study, where she anticipated Hermais to be. Low and behold, she was right. The roguishly handsome draconequus decided to be male today it seems. “Hello Hermais.”
“Hey Purple Smart!” Hermais approached then and smooched her lips, causing Twilight to titter at her friend/lover/fellow intellectual.
“Hermias, what is it?” Twilight asked before she saw the boner Hermais had in his trousers. Unlike most people, Twilight had the advantage of knowing Hermais to the point that she understood he preferred to swap his pronouns around based on his appearance like changelings usually do.
“A few things, mostly discussion on the Collectors. Also, I want to stuff you full of foals.” Hermais said with a devilish smile.
“Hermy, you know I can’t do that. If I do, then I’ll be too preoccupied to work.” Twilight sighed in disappointment out of her nostrils. Ever since Starlight...passed, it was hard to even think of having children that weren’t with her wife. Trixie became Undead, but Starlight didn’t obtain any form of agelessness or immortality and she eventually passed on at the magically extended age of 2793. Even with all that time, it still hurt to watch her little piece of the heavens fade away.
“Urta suggested I pick you this time.” Hermais smiled in understanding and Twilight sighed.
“So it is my turn to bear more mortal alicorns…” The discovery that alicorns aren’t ageless as a rule also stung. They just age very slowly like asari and krogan. Only Ascended Alicorns are ageless like other Gods.
“Yeah and no, it's technically Tia’s, but Urta says you’re so lonely and wanted you to have some kids since you won’t date anyone.” Hermais huffed. “She insisted on me.”
“...Probably because you’re the only one I’d consider…” Twilight muttered and smooched Hermais’ cheek. “Fine, but go herm. I want to have tits to squeeze as you plow my fertile fields.” Twilight demanded and Hermais immediately did so, pinning her to her desk and making the purple princess of Magic and Friendship groan into her lips.
It really has been too long…
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Although we left the Citadel the next day to head for Feros, it didn’t come soon enough. The brat didn’t pester me again, but the fact he was there and waiting for things to progress and I couldn’t stop him made time crawl, even if I had Ghost to occupy me now.
“TIM says a Collector ship was downed by a Turian-” Penny began as she brought up an image of the Collector ship on the hologram.
“It’s a trap, don’t bother. The most we’ll get is info we already know.” I sighed, knowing that the only intel that ship had was its IFF. We already knew where the Collectors came from and what we needed to get through the Omega 4 Relay, but the ship was not needed for anything now besides an IFF. “The Collectors powered down their ship to lure us in and sent out a fake signal to entice us. TIM knows it’s a trap, but is sending us anyway for information gathering.”
“So wait, he wanted us rushing in for info we have?” Jack asked in disgust as she scratched Ghost’s ears while the precious puppy laid in her lap. Ghost and Jack really hit it off. He still considers me his great-grandma, but he really liked how much Jack enjoyed snuggling him.
“Doubtful. He’s hoping we’ll get something else from the ship. Maybe it's IFF or other tech.” Garrus huffed with a shake of his head at the obvious intent.
“But this is an opportunity we can’t afford to let slip if it will give us an IFF.” Mordin suggested as he looked at me and I shook my head so he hummed at how his theory wouldn’t pan out.
“If it is a trap, the IFF is heavily guarded and that ship could have millions of soldiers. Does the reward of the IFF outweigh the risk of the whole ship going dead?” Jacob asked.
“What about the Doom Marines? Couldn’t they go in and retrieve the IFF?” Miranda suggested, which got us all to look at her in confusion. “I mean, they are this and the next galaxy’s most skilled and powerful warriors. If it comes down to it, a single cruiser of enemies wouldn’t touch the numbers I’ve read they’ve taken on their own.”
This didn’t sit well with them and Berserker spoke to protest. “Miranda, that’s not a-.”
“Absolutely not .” Penny declared sternly with a glare at the room, which oddly seemed to have the warmth sucked out of it as her eyes shined bright turquoise. “This is my ship, I am a Spectre in service to the Citadel and all allied peoples. The Marines are our guests . I am not going to throw them at a problem and pretend I did my job, am I clear?”
“Shit, pissed Goddess of War. Everybody stay seated…” Collateral muttered calmly and I had to wonder what happened in the past that Urta and I guess Penny now, caused these juggernauts to ease back the throttle. All except Berserker, who saw her as a potential threat but played it cool, so as to not set things off further. Why do I get the feeling he’s a cut above the rest of his siblings?
“Yeah, don’t need the ship to implode.” Berserker agreed and gestured for Penny to continue, which caused the unsettling aura to vanish and Penny looked a bit dazed. “Careful there. You just had a sudden spike of your War Aspect in response to Miranda, who tried to call shots when none of us were above your rank in command. The last time someone pulled that off, half a planet got fucked.”
“N-noted...just...I don’t mind you volunteering to join us, but don’t think you can just go off without my input. You’re my guests , your purpose here be damned. I have the right and responsibility to see to it that you do not come to undue harm under my care and you are under my care right now. So, that noted. You can join us at your discretion, but you will need to operate with us this time. Unlike on Horizon, this is a far more deadly scenario.” Penny declared and the air got even less tense. “Fuck, being a goddess sucks .”
“Welcome to our life, Commander. That aside, we can work with you. Not all of our military is full of super-soldiers, we have normal folks that are also capable enough to get the job done. It would feel good to work with mortals again.” Berserker told us and this made Penny smile at them.
“Look, everyone. There is nothing to gain-.” I tried to stress, only for HK to raise a hand.
“Tactical Observation: We should spring this trap. Whether or not we find what we need to breach their stronghold, we can only learn from invading their ship. Cautious Optimism: We may even be able to retrieve more samples of their technology to reverse-engineer.” HK-62 pointed out and everyone looked at me, so I groaned in resignation.
“Fine , but we won’t find anything new in the ship’s systems. What we will find is proof a single ship could harvest possibly an entire planet’s worth of people, find a bunch of weapons to loot, confirm what I already know and maybe steal more working examples of their tech.” I sighed in exasperation as I considered all of the extensive numbers of ways this could go wrong.
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I’m on the boarding party. Why am I on the boarding party? “I insist on staying behind. I won’t get anything new even if I’m directly at a console when I’m interfacing with this thing’s systems.” I complained to Penny even as the Kodiak ferried us to the Collector Cruiser, which was the size of a super-dreadnought, but only had the tonnage of a cruiser due to how much of it is open storage space.
“Just suck it up, Nora. Imagine how Grunt and Jack feel being on the Shadow Dagger with everyone else put on the cavalry team?” Garrus commented and Samara nodded in agreement.
“Nora, even if you think that, having you come along will give me confidence since you did interface with the ship before and you having direct access will speed us through any potential roadblocks.” Penny reassured me and I tried not to panic at the truth of it.
I can feel the ship. It’s alive . Not in the way synthetic intelligences were alive, but in a twisted, corrupt, vile way. I could feel it breathing , asynchronous hearts beating . It was a constant buzz in the back of my skull, unlike back on Horizon where I couldn’t comprehend it. Did the Brat do something to me? D-destroying the controls of the Keepers, slaves similar in nature to the Collectors, seemed obscenely easy when before I couldn’t even touch that.
I feel sick. “A-alright, but if I vomit or start passing out, it’s your fault for insisting.” I also had to worry for EDI, since she’s our mission overwatch with Yola acting as her support back on the Normandy . They’ll be pinging off of me to boost our processing power and improve chances of mining the ship’s data with more coherency than what I managed back on Horizon.
“If it comes to that I have a way to get you back to safety.” Penny stated soothingly, placing a hand on my shoulder and kissing my mouthpiece before her helmet deployed over her head and sealed. “Did you find a good LZ, Cortez?”
“Yeah, I’m taking us in, Commander.” Cortez replied before we felt the Kodiak land. “I’ll keep the Drive Core humming, Commander.”
“The moment you’re at risk, book it back to the Normandy .” Penny ordered our pilot before the door opened and we jumped out of the M.E-shielded door and onto the platform. “Artificial gravity. Yeah, they’re waiting for us.”
“My experience agrees, Commander. I will be extra vigilant.” Samara declared as we jogged into the ‘disabled’ ship. I still don’t get why it laid out a trap for us. Is it because the Collectors know the way back through the Omega 4 Relay is suicide? Or is it just because it wants us dealt with before it heads home? Harbinger was always a rather spastic-.
[Nexus.] Oh, speak of the fucking devil. He’s even broadcasting directly to me. [I have received an ultimatum and I accept the challenge.] What? [I will be waiting beyond the Omega 4 Relay. If you can even manage to reach me, then we will see which path the aftermath of the Cycle must take.] That...that little shit just changed the rules!
[I will not lose! I won’t let this Cycle finish to let another begin! You and the brat can go delete yourselves!] I snarled back and almost missed Penny’s order.
“-Can you hack this door?” Penny asked and I nodded before I approached and transformed my right index finger into a manual jack to plug in. Ew~ it feels so squishy inside this system! Ew, ew, ew, ew! “Good work!” Penny praised when the door opened after I butchered the grossly thready control programs locking the door.
“It’s like I was having to wade through waist-high slaughterhouse gore.” I queasily told them and hugged my blue-suited body with a shiver as I followed Penny onward.
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The rest of the ship was much the same as I remembered. Harbinger is really banking on this ship being a proper deathtrap. We even came across a stockpile of weapons that was way bigger than I remember, but I still worked with the others to shove all of them into my Inventory through my cleavage, save the weapons that were a clear upgrade for them. Hmph, still nothing better than my personal Pulse pistol and shotgun. I’m a tinkering goddess, after all.
Not literally! Please, no, that was my ego for a moment, please do not make me a goddess of tinkering! “Dear god…” Garrus breathed in fear as we emerged in the hollow core of the cruiser, the fleshy walls encompassing the whole inner wall lined with pods for victims. “They could harvest all of the Alliance’s colonies and only fill half of these pods.”
“They’re going to attack Earth.” Penny snarled through her teeth in fury and I distantly agreed with the outrage. I barely even consider my human life to be who I am after all this time, but I still knew people, I miss them, but then that kind of notion has shifted to all the people I’ve met. “EDI, you’re still recording?”
“Affirmative, Commander. What we had before was enough to galvanize the galaxy back into action, this will ensure that they understand failure is not an option.” EDI declared as we traversed the vein like stretches of flesh towards the platform where I knew it might be do or die time.
“Okay, I have a feeling this might be where everything goes to hell. Guns up people.” I said to my friends and lover before I morphed my finger and jacked into-.
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I gasped, jumping out of the way of a massive amber spike of code and I felt terror at looking up at the giant Reaper in this warped and disgusting Matrix. The code was wrong, worse than when I was a lesser LI and the Reaper Update Executable was downloaded into me. “Prepare to be assimilated, Nexus!”
“To Hell with you!” I snarled back and dodged another of the monster’s many legs. I’m so small in comparison! How can I-right! Size isn’t important! It’s how you use it! I ran along the fleshy red code that composed the ‘floor’ that felt exhilarating in spite of the danger.
[“Might also help he’s a VI and you’re a Geth. Go fucking shove him in your womb!”] A tiny male Hermais chuckled as he flew alongside me while I dodged lasers, missiles and Harbinger’s legs with a speed that defied his lumbering attempts to delete and assimilate me.
“How can I when he’s so damn big? I know size is a relative representation of processing power, but he’s so slow due to lag from how far he’s broadcasting himself.” I replied with the understanding that, were we right next to each other, the sheer processing power he had would overwhelm me, even if he was a dumb piece of shit.
[“He’s just code right now, software, that’s nothing physical like hardware. Besides, where is that Everlasting Dragon I put in you for just this occasion?!”] Excuse me, what ?! [“Why do you think you have such a powerful desire to breed and be bred more and more while you’re still pregnant? That’s not just you! Now go get him! Even if it will only take his echoes, it will still make it easier to deal with him in person later!”]
“We’re having words later Hermais!” I warned my Displacer as I did something suicidal and flipped upward while pulling my digital quim open as one of his legs speared at me. “Ahn~!” I screamed in pleasure since instead of being deleted, I began taking him into me~!
[Danger to self detected! Partitioning!] Harbinger announced and the data-leg I was devouring with my code-cunt detached, but as it vanished inside me, I grew larger, rapidly going from the size of a person relative to him, to the size of one of his legs shaped as a person. [Tactics updated!] Harbinger began backing away, firing his laser and missiles at me rapidly, but my movement speed increased with my size.
I dodged to the side, closing in even as he retreated, but as I got closer he didn’t lift any of his legs, instead dead-set on blasting me with his laser. Okay then, I can still work with this! I ducked a blast underneath him, sliding groin-first into one of his back legs, which tripped him up as it began vanishing into me! I squealed in pleasure and fucked myself on his data-limb! [Partitioning!] Harbinger detached the other leg and then took to the ‘air’. [Retreating!]
“Ah~, no! Come back~! I wanna assimilate the rest of you!” I wailed hungrily, but he soon vanished and I was suddenly in control of the ship. I...I have control of the ship! The Collectors! I smirked darkly. [Assuming Direct Control!]
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“EDI! Please tell me you’re any closer to rescuing Nora!” Penny shouted over the gunfire as yet another platform swooped in and the Collectors on it kept them pinned next to the completely unresponsive Nora, who was stuck. Something was keeping her finger linked to the console and EDI warned a forced disconnect could harm Nora irreparably.
“Hey guys! I’m the Collectors now!” Nora yelled out of a purple eyed Collector, the others next to it looked at her as if in confusion, before their eyes dulled and they looked around rapidly. “I just lobotomized their control network! I’ll be jacking out in-!” The Collector she was controlling directly suddenly turned as dull-eyed as it’s brethren and Nora jolted up. “Whoa~...I feel...cramped. Again.”
“Nora!” Penny shouted and hugged her future wife desperately.
“Oof, not now Penny. I feel-.” Nora tossed off her helmet despite the vacuum, because she doesn’t breathe, then she proceeded to vomit up Argent. “Eugh...not again…”
“What is wrong with her?” Samara asked in concern as Penny began undoing her torso armor, because slimes don’t need air either. “Commander?”
“I’m putting you someplace safe, okay?” Penny said to her lover before she unzipped her hardsuit and her mocha breasts were exposed. They rapidly expanded and engulfed the sickly Nora before shrinking back to her still overly-voluptuous size to reveal Nora to have vanished. “She’s in my own Imperial Inventory, tell nobody I have it, okay? I want it to be as secret as possible.” Penny said to her other team mates before she shoved Nora’s helmet into her cleavage, then zipped back up and placed her armor back in place.
“That is quite convenient.” Samara commented as she touched her absolute-cleavage that made her look so enticing were it not for her plastic face and creepy demeanor.
“Don’t remind me how useful those things are for mammalian species. The fact I can’t use that trick the male way either doesn’t soften the blow either.” Garrus playfully groused as the Collectors buzzed about and even put their weapons in their holsters. “It looks like the Collectors have collected themselves.”
One of them flew down to them and held up a hand before...is that...human sign language ? “Uh...EDI? I don’t know how to read human sign language or any sign language besides Alliance operations hand signs.” Penny admitted much to her shame. It wasn’t a required skill, but every strike team needed one member fluent in HSL in case they came across a deaf civilian, as rare as those were.
“Hold on, their hands aren’t meant for five-fingered signs, so it’s compensating a lot. ...Oh, well then. Come on back, Commander. They have no clue what to do without directives, but they’re thankful for their freedom.” EDI informed me before humming. “Where is mom? Wherever she is, I’m seeing a lot of sex toys and guns.” Penny felt her body turn from mocha to red under her armor.
“Th-that’s my secret place, tell no-one !” Her precious stash of sex toys and sexy weapons must never see the light of day after all the additions she’d appropriated!
“Is that a dismounted tank turret?” EDI asked and Penny snarled with a far-too-canine sound. “Fine, I won’t ask, but be aware that mom is, uh, soiling a lot of your collection.” Penny mewled. She’d deal with it, her lover needed help now, not later.
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I’m not sure when I blacked out or when I was put in the med-bay where Chakwas was giving me an ice bath. Ice bath? How hot am I run-oof. That is hot. I’m surprised my circuits haven’t fried. “Doc…”
“Shut back down! Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep!”
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I awoke, in a pool of coolant. I’m still running so hot. So hot. I’m frying myself. Am I dying? Did I push myself too far?
I was pulled from the coolant and immediately began to overheat, my synthetic flesh had melted off of me! I’m just my endoframe! Help! Someone!
“Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep!” Yola screamed-.
Ch.88
Penny paced restlessly in the ‘medical’ lobby of the Rannoch Institute of Technology where they had taken Nora in the Shadow Dagger while EDI was the liaison with the liberated Collector Cruiser, where most of the crew was back on the Normandy . The scramble to save Nora almost forced them not to drop off the crew members hitching a ride on the Shadow Dagger .
She wasn’t the only one waiting anxiously. Yola was forced to be out here after the initial transfer to the emergency room was completed, Tali was squeezing Yola’s hand desperately for comfort, Ashley had her face in her hands next to them, Jack was just as riled up as Penny and-.
“What is taking so fucking long?!” Jack roared and she used a biotic empowered punch to shatter the nearby wall and start headbutting it with no harm to herself. “I thought this place was the fucking egghead capital of the galaxy!”
“Jack! Stand down! This won’t help her! Especially if you get us arrested!” Penny snarled, her false-fluff tail snapping against the floor like a whip as her vulpine face twisted with her teeth bared. However, the two were suddenly in a large empty room with Berserker. “What-?”
“We’re back on the Shadow Dagger , in the training room to prevent Jack from breaking something crucial to reviving Nora.” Berserker informed the two.
“What the fuck, dude?!” Jack’s biotic powers flared as she prepared to attack him. “Take us back!” Penny tried to prevent it, but Jack already flung herself at Berserker and threw a biotic-enhanced haymaker his way. Only to be back-handed away from him and find herself on the floor. “Agh! Fuck, that stings!”
“Good. Try again.” Berserker told Jack before picking her up and shoving her away.
“Are you serious right now?!” Jack demanded furiously.
“Keep trying until you either knock me on my ass or you tire out.” Berserker explained to her as he waited for the attack.
The next two hours were Jack getting slapped by the Marine as she kept making an attempt at getting a hit in. Penny stood on the sidelines and watched her lover becoming exhausted as she struggled against Berserker. Eventually Jack fell to her knees and began to cry.
“F-Fucking dammit. Why c-couldn’t it be y-you fuckers instead of N-Nora?” She asked through her sobbing.
“Because Penny made the right choice. If it were my siblings and I, we would’ve died.” Berserker answered with a sigh as he kneeled down to Jack’s level.
“So, I prevented a worse scenario from unfolding, but how did you know the Collectors had such a weapon aboard their ship?” Penny questioned as she was beside Jack and comforted her.
“Our ship’s scanners picked up an anomaly on that Collector ship, we figured it might be some sort of biochemical weapon meant for us.” Berserker explained with a sigh. “It would’ve melted any human who went on the ship, even people with faint human DNA. It was a good thing you didn’t take any humans or people with a genetically human form like us.”
“So I’m not human at all anymore. I’m okay with that, but-.” Penny was interrupted by suddenly being in the waiting room again moments before a familiar wood door appeared in the air.
“Harumph! Borg are so boring !” Hermais huffed when she stumbled out of her door and sat down in a chair while holding a Borg head that the Marines immediately pointed their guns at. “Don’t worry, it’s offlined. So, judging by the fact we’re all here, did Nora do something hasty and grow beyond her chassis again? She was in a bad sitch, but she shouldn’t have ended up here.”
“You sound like this wasn’t planned for.” Tali grumbled unhappily and Hermais sighed.
“No, it was planned for, but she must’ve encountered a Reaper in person sooner than expected. She was supposed to receive another firmware update before then, but by that point it wouldn’t-woops. Can’t say more, it’ll destroy the future we’re hoping for. Don’t worry, her next chassis was ready for her next visit to RIT.” Hermais assured everyone and Penny glared hotly at her. “Cool down that death glare Aunt Penny or I might actually get hurt.”
“If she doesn’t make it-.” Penny was interrupted by Chrysanthemum, the most skilled geth omnidisciplinary scientist in the galaxy and Nora’s daughter, emerging from the direction Nora was being cared for. “Is Nora okay?” Penny immediately rounded on her with hope and dread.
“Mom is fine, but it was a bit touch-and-go for a bit there. It was like trying to squeeze a hyperpregnant breeder through the front door of a house while she’s still rapidly growing, but we did it. We did have to put her in a prototype chassis however, because it’s the only one with the storage capacity and processing power to handle her. You won’t like it…” Chrys warned them, causing everyone to feel more hope and dread rather than placate them, like all doctors had the uncanny ability to do.
“So can we see her?” Yola asked hopefully as Chrys approached them.
“They can, you need an update too. Come along, mom.” Chrys grabbed Yola’s hand and yanked her down the hall while a male nurse in futuristic scrubs led them down another hall in a similar direction.
He said nothing, but seemed grim when he brought them to the double-door and led them-why is there a Reaper here ?! A frighteningly familiar purple cuttlefish-like giant robot took up what had to be a small hangar. It was the size of a stealth-freighter. They had to upload Nora to that?! “What is going on?” Tali asked fearfully for the group and the nurse approached the console hooked up to the tiny Reaper.
“This is just a mock-up of what we understand based on the data gathered from dissecting Sovereign. It doesn’t have Indoctrination capability and is only holding Nora’Feell at the moment since it has the largest storage and processing power available in the synthetic-organic core made from a Thresher Maw.” The nurse casually answered, as if playing Frankenstein with a world-ending machine was nothing big. “She’s waking up. She is disconnected from the controls, but audio and video are available.”
“Okay then, when can we talk to her?” Jack huffed before the blue light of the central eye of the mock-up Reaper ignited.
“Oh~, what hit me? Where am I now?” Nora whined and Penny felt so terrible to see her lover in such a state. “Oh no, am I a proper Reaper now? Have I killed anyone while I was out?”
“Nothing like that has occurred, Nora’Feell. You are in full control of your faculties now that you’re not frying your systems with perpetual overclocking.” The nurse informed the woman, but before anything else could be said, a fully suited quarian woman burst into the hangar. “Who-Admiral Daro’Xen! You’re not cleared for the Reverse Reaper project!”
“So you have it online? Good, when will it be ready for us to mass-produce to kill the monsters trying to kill us all?” Daro’Xen demanded as she held up her omni and the nurse winced.
“Right now it’s serving to host Nora’Feell until she-.”
“Perfect, she’ll be able to kill many of them as the template for a Reverse Reaper fleet.” Daro’Xen interrupted and Penny bristled along with everyone else in the room.
“I-I’m not about to just-!” Nora was interrupted by Daro’Xen waving a hand and beeping sounds echoed through the hangar.
“You already bred us generations of super-soldiers, what’s stopping you from making Echoes to operate these fine machines?” Daro’Xen rhetorically asked as Pillar stopped Jack from assaulting her and Hunter held Penny by the arms.
“I’m not just some machine! I’m a person, damn you!” Nora wailed as whatever was happening made her moan and whine.
“Miss Xen, when was the last time you fucked?” Hermais purred as she hovered just above the bitch.
“What does that have to-unhand me!” Daro’Xen snarled before Hermais dragged her through the air to a window and the nurse typed away at the console, whatever was happening to Nora ceased and she groaned in relief.
“Thank gosh she took that bitch away. I was about to shoot her and cause an intergalactic incident.” Penny snarled as she shrugged herself free of Hunter. “Nora, are you alright?! What was that bitch doing to you?”
“Unf, p-pumping me for data-echoes. The digital equivalent to my semen and eggs combined. Oof, I was not braced for that.” Nora sighed in relief as the nurse looked towards the ceiling.
“Is she going to-?” The nurse began, but stopped when we all heard Xen screaming in pleasure. We looked up at the window to see the sociopath pinned to it with a giant cock outlining her belly. “She’s fine. Nobody would breed with that bitch because of her sociopathic tendencies. I swear, the only reason she still has any authority is because she’s part of the old Admiralty Board.”
“Get her out of the chain of command promptly, she just forcibly raped a citizen for breeding material with intent to unwillingly clone her.” Pillar declared grimly and everyone watched Hermais turn the bitch into a living condom. Penny may have found it hot, but hopefully that bitch appreciates a good, hard dicking and filling to the point of being less of a bitch.
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“So that’s the kind of body you’re going to put me in?” I asked after a few hours of being stuck as a giant space cuttlefish and my lovers were all ushered back into the lobby. I didn’t even get to play around with my tentacles or anything. What point is there to being a space cuttlefish if I can’t cuttle or fish?!
“Yep! Give a spin, mom!” Chrys cheered at Yola, who smiled and gave a spin in the modest patient smock that also had a back. She was 7 feet tall and still proportioned the same despite the height increase. Would it kill Chrys to give us bigger tits? Just not as big as the breeding bodies though... “The extra size is due to the extra space needed for memory storage and processors. You’re getting too fat mom! I had to stack processors! One of those can operate a small ship on its own!”
“Watch your tone missy or I’ll wriggle my fat ass out of these restraints and give you a spanking!” I shouted back and waved a-why can I wave this tentacle? I wasn’t supposed to be able to and I wasn’t able to before!
“Uh...we’d better get you out of there before you get too acclimated. I’ve got your chassis in the fabricator now, it’ll be out soon.” Chrys informed me and I rolled my cycloptic eye. I don’t have ‘eye’ lights on my chassis besides the cyclops laser-eye since Thresher Maws don’t fucking have eyes.
“Bah! You might as well just leave me in this one! I’m only going to get bigger! Don’t you have some sort of magic or tech to shrink my chassis down like how you can shrink giants down?” I huffed in exasperation. Sure, I’d love to be reasonably sized and sexy again...then again, tentacles. Now if only I was reasonably sized either way.
“No, we’re still working on-.” Daro’Xen was suddenly plopped down on the floor next to my daughter, spooking her into jumping away from the ten-foot ball of cum that was the insensate gurgling and groaning sociopath.
“You again?” I groaned as I felt a boner pop, wait, this thing has a penis?
“Ah~, she’s all nice and fucked out. I also gave her some Brain Bleach™ to help with the psychological disorders and some Cerebrum Softener™ to let her head settle into a healthier shape easier. Now then, to business!” The currently female bird-based draconequus reached into her cleavage and-is that the fucking Allspark ?! “Zappity zap-zap! Work your magic Primus!”
“So this is the one? She seems worthy. Very well, this boon is granted.”Echoed a voice that thrummed so powerfully it resonated in the fucking soul as the Allspark in Hermais’ clutches began to keen as it charged up.
“Wah~?!” I wailed before the light hit me-.
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...This isn’t the Matrix. I looked at myself. I’m...flesh? I’m not code anymore? Why am I wearing a toga? “Greetings, little one.” I flinched and spun around to look up at the machine-god of Transformers, a golden entity that could only be Primus! He looked bigger than a fucking moon! That explains why Unicron is a fucking moon! He has to compete with this golden god! “Your flattery is appreciated, but unnecessary.” He can hear my thoughts? “Since we are in your soul, yes.”
“M-my soul ?” I felt distinctly worried even as I looked around at the surroundings. Why is it so beautiful? I-I’m not this beautiful! Why is it a misty valley of giant rose bushes that stretches from mountain to mountain?! The only thing that breaks up the roses and rises above the mist is a gorgeous giant cherry tree in full bloom and this little upraised gazebo I was standing in. “I...this can’t be me. I’m a horrible, selfish, hedonistic-.”
“Cease! You are worthy of my gift. This is what I saw when I gazed upon you; embrace that this serenity, fertility and beauty is you at your very core!” Primus commanded and I shook my head in disbelief as I looked at the representation of my soul. Is this why Hermais chose me? She saw this and knew I was the one for the job?
“B-but, why ? Why me? I can’t be the only one with this type of soul.” I shivered and hugged myself, then froze when I felt cold metal instead of soft flesh. I looked at my purple hand, made of metal as the gazebo was suddenly a stool I was sitting on, my metal feet painlessly crushing rose bushes as I looked up at Primus, who was seeming more and more reasonably sized by the moment. “W-what-?!”
“I welcome you as my child. Go forth, protect this universe!”
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I opened my eyes to see Yola and Chrys standing over me with Hermais floating above with a shit-eating grin, the Allspark nowhere in sight. “What. Did. You. Do ?” I demanded, trying willfully to ignore the mechanical flange to my tone, not unlike a turian’s actually.
“I just leveled the playing field! Good luck~!” Hermais blew a kiss and giggled as she turned into pages of script that then burned to ash.
“Get back-whoa~!” I jumped to my feet, then had to wave my arms behind me to recover from putting too much forward momentum into my rise. I looked down, seeing a robotic yet organic body. My hands and feet along with the forearms and calves were fullmetal, but the thighs and biceps up were my usual light lavender flesh. I also had basketball-sized tits! Yay! I can finally-ahem! Not now, Nora! “Yola, Chrys, how bad is it?”
“You just look like a more blatantly mechanical version of me. Though you also have elf ears.” Yola said as she rounded to my front and pouted at my tits. “Chrys?”
“...Fine, I’ll give you a boobjob, mom, since Grauntie Hermais decided to turn mom into the first Transformer of this universe.” Chrys groaned as she put her face in her hands. “I’m too young to be dealing with this shit…” Chrys stormed away and I looked myself over some more.
“I really don’t look like a Transformer. Or feel it.” I rubbed my scalp and checked my shoulder-length straight black hair. “Do I have any obvious weapons, extra limbs that are folded away? Anything?” I asked Yola as I turned around and she shook her head. “Then how can I Transform? I don’t have the parts to do it.” This body doesn’t come with a user manual!
“Well, uh, just reach deep inside yourself, I guess?” Yola half asked and half suggested.
“Oh, sure, like if I reach inward to my Spark I’ll-.” *Whirr-whoo-chi-che-chit!* “...Am I a giant space cuttlefish?” I rhetorically asked, since I was back to the body I had before, but sleeker and just as big in mass if not in shape. I feel slimmer and that’s the thing, I feel it, like my metal was flesh.
“Mmf!” Yola shouted, muffled since she was pressed against-oh my .
“Uh...this is kinda kinky and I don’t know how to feel about it.” I have working genitalia in my alternate form. Good to know! Now how to go back to normal, without possibly hurting Yola since she’s half-lodged into my new vagina. Well, time to figure out how to move around! “Hold on Yola, let me…” I used my many legs to nimbly lift up off the floor and Yola gasped.
“Holy shit sis, that is hot, but also really weird. Why do you have such an obvious weak point in this form?” Yola asked and I leered my cycloptic eye down at her. “Right, don’t bother asking why kinky shit is the norm in this universe, but from what our shared memories tell me; you just got turned into a fucking Transformer by Primus ! Doesn’t this make you a demi-goddess at the least?”
“Sis. I just spoke to the all-father of an entire species, was shown the contents of my soul and changed species myself, again . Please do not even joke about me being divinity!” I shouted down at her, then looked up at the sight of everyone staring at me in awe. “Uh...hey? I kinda got zapped and bamboozled by Hermais bringing in an expert from another dimension to turn me into a not-evil space cuttlefish that transforms.”
I reached within-I’m now standing next to Yola. Whoa, this is going to need getting used to. Especially the size-changing aspect. That must be something Hermais worked on with help from Primus. Wasn’t there a relic of the Primes that allowed the wearer to change size? I can’t remember the name, damn, but whatever it is, I must have some variant installed in me.
“Well, that’s good news, but I wish everything was good news. Apparently after Harbinger’s battle against you, it has requested reinforcements. They’re not going to bother assimilating you. You’re deemed too dangerous.” Runner told me along with Hunter nodding grimly.
“Fucking pathetic coward.” Berserker described Harbinger, but I knew he wanted to use something more colorful for the bastard.
“So he’s reneging on the challenge that the brat declared I had issued. I’m surprised the brat isn’t punishing him for it.” I sniffed at the way Harbinger boasted so proudly that he would win, then the moment I turn the tables, he reveals himself to be a cheating cheater who cheats.
“You challenged them?” Pillar questioned me with a confused look.
“Apparently, since they consider me a Reaper, my denial of the Cycle is considered a Challenge. The Brat, the Catalyst, claims that the Cycle must continue despite evidence to the contrary. I told him I would destroy the Reapers, now it seems I’m a candidate to replace him or something. I wouldn’t be surprised.” I sighed and put my hands on my hips, noting that my metal hands didn’t feel like metal to my fleshy hips.
“Nora, challenge or not, there are no rules. Don’t expect things to run smoothly or fairly. They rarely do.” Runner stressed and I huffed with a nod in agreement. The beautiful blond bombshell was the most magical of the Marines I believe, so her knowing about odd challenges made sense.
“Look, these are dumb VI we’re talking about. For all I know, the Catalyst might even deny the requests for reinforcements since he accepted my ‘Challenge’. The Reapers are still coming, no doubt, but I should be able to kill Harbinger before they come.” I insisted and then blushed when my stomach roared in demand for sustenance. “Uh, whoa. That’s new…” Hunger? Actual normal hunger? I have a stomach? Please tell me I can still chug and make babies!
“I can only pray you are right. For now, let's get something to eat.” Pillar sighed and then looked at my breasts and I raised my eyebrow. “I still wonder why every woman in this universe of either great power or sexual supremacy has breasts that size, even at scale if they’re giants.”
“Hey, don’t ask me. Primus is the one who gave me this body.” I’m not going to complain though~!
“So, don’t you need Energon though? I thought Transformers could only be sustained by that.” Hunter asked me and I heard his voice with ease now.
“Hopefully not, but if I need something similar, I’ve got an Argent supply right here.” I patted Penny’s shoulder as we left the hangar where I was reborn. Again. “So, did you guys visit the kids while I was out of commission?”
“No, we were waiting for when you woke up.” Ashley replied and I smiled before I groaned and held my roaring stomach. So hungry~! I didn’t miss this feeling~!
Ch.89
*Nom, chomp, slurp, gulp, chew, chew.* Penny watched in morbid fascination as her even sexier future wife Nora chowed down on food like a starving woman. It was like watching one of those old cartoons from Japan. Something to do with dragons? There were people on it that ate just like this. The only reason she knows this is because even though she was an orphan, having the surname Inoue let her get into some niche back alley media shops.
“So good~!” Nora groaned between bites and after finishing the whole bird she’d grabbed the moment it hit the table, she pounded her fists on the surface. “More! Keep it coming!”
“Y-yes ma’am!” The plainly terrified young quarian man who was their waiter at the RIT cafe scurried back through the kitchen doors as Nora stole everyone else’s food, which nobody was willing to contest while their friend and lover devoured everything like a Thresher Maw. Then again, wasn’t her core made from one? What monstrosity have they turned her into?
“Mm~, still hungry. Hey Penny, mind if I drink?” Nora asked with a lecherous smirk and groped Penny’s right breast, causing her to flush hotly and regret having taken off her armor for normal clothes after things settled down once Nora was stable.
“Sh-sure.” Penny smiled nervously and gasped when Nora pinned her to the booth, yanked her shirt up and began suckling in full view of everyone. “Oh~, Nora. N-not now , I thought you meant later~!” Penny whined, then gasped when Nora’s other hand dove into her shorts and began fingering her. “N-Nora~!” Penny wriggled, unable to escape and not entirely wanting to even though people began recording and smirking at them. “P-people are recording~!”
“Let them see how much I fucking love you~.” Nora purred with that new flanged tone of hers that really lent a predatory flair to her before she went back to drinking from her mocha breasts.
“Uh, I have a freshly smoked-ah!” Metallic tentacle legs emerged seamlessly from Nora’s otherwise smooth back and seized the platter the waiter brought and she placed it on the table before leaving the vulpine woman panting in her seat to ravage the smoked carcass of a local beast like a wild predator, attacking it with her sharp teeth without bothering with utensils.
Penny was both incredibly turned on and terrified of this sexy predator her hopeful future wife had become. Also, she was a bit runny right now, her slime sticking to surfaces from that hot and heavy petting session.
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“Ah~, all that food filled a hole !” I declared after terrorizing the cafe to the point they begged and pleaded with me to leave. They were being paid for all that food and sure I’d been really inappropriate back there, but couldn’t they have at least let me thank them?
“A black hole.” Jack snickered and I used a tentacle to slap her ass for that comment, the way she jumped and yelped was adorable.
“You seriously overdid it back there, babe. It was hot as fuck, but you could’ve at least waited to put clothes on first.” Ashley commented and I shrugged my shoulders, sending my B-ball boobs bouncing since they were out in the open.
“Clothes are for prudes and planets with public decency laws. Rannoch doesn’t have those last I checked.” The quarians were way too happy to shed their suits on their homeworld and there was even a nudist movement, but they settled for legal nudity instead of promoting it. Which works out for right now, because I don’t feel like hiding the body I just got! Primus has fucking taste ! I’m one sexy bitch! I swear, he misjudged me. My soul can’t be that pure and beautiful. Then again, the mist and thorny rose bushes were kinda sinister...
“[Grandma!]” Ghost cheered as he rushed to me. My baby~! They brought you along! I knelt down and accepted him in my arms when he leaped into my bosom-.
*Flash !*
We all blinked our eyes and I felt drained before I steadied myself and looked down at my little...boy...I’m holding a fluffy humanoid grandson who blinked at me in confusion. “Grandma?”
I promptly did the sane thing and fainted.
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I am getting tired of waking up after passing out, fainting or getting knocked out. This feels like a running cliche or something. I opened my eyes to my ceiling at home. I smiled and snuggled the blankets swaddling me, glad to be home again.
…
I’m hungry.
With a groan, I got out of bed with the help of my retracting tentacle-like legs from my back and stumbled out into the hall and towards the living room where I found Paretia playing with her toddler triplets. “Hey Parie, there's food in the pantry?” I asked as I staggered over to the kitchen and she looked up at me with a stern expression.
“If you eat everything your ass is combing the beach for crabs. Yola called me and warned me you better not and your body requires an Argent-heavy diet anyway, which was why you ate so damn much at RIT.” I flinched at Paretia’s warning glare. Damn does being a mother bring out the scary eyes. I would know, I practiced in the mirror for when any of my kids get out of hand.
“Okay, thanks for letting me know, but I’m starving ~. Don’t we have any Argent stockpiled here?” I asked with a whine and Paretia rolled her eyes before pointing in the direction of the basement. “Right, for the lab. Thanks.” I hurried downstairs, my retractable legs sprouting and allowing me to rapidly descend the stairwell to the bottom floor. I almost salivated at the sight of the tank holding my liquid food. “Oh~, so hungry ~...” I moaned as I approached the spigot and sucked on it as I opened the tap.
I went into a zen state as I sucked away like I usually do until someone tapped my shoulder and I turned off the spigot to look at Paretia. “I came down when Jeanne voiced an alert on the dangerously low volume in the Argent tank. Where did you put it all?” She patted my muscular abs and I hummed in consideration.
“Maybe I have a built-in Navel Pearl? I wouldn’t put it past Hermais to sneak something like that into me.” Although, I lack a sexy belly-button jewel. Primus gave me a navel damn it, I should decorate it like all my lovers do!
“Well, how are you feeling now?’ Paretia asked worriedly, my turian lover rubbing my fit stomach and I hummed in appreciation for her touch. “Well hello there~.” I looked between my massive tits to see my penis was engorging and I bit my lip as Paretia wrapped her hands around my girth and she cooed before she licked my glans. “You still taste the same too. Good, but I’m not really in the mood.”
“Well, then why were you touching me down there?” I asked teasingly as I tried to calm down after she removed her hands. Once stimulus was gone and I could relax, my penis retracted just as quickly as it always did before.
“Mostly out of curiosity and appreciation. You nearly die and you come back as a damn fertility goddess? You have hips and an ass to die for, legs for days and tits so big you can suffocate two krogan at the same time!” Paretia cheered and I blushed at the flattery.
“But I’m not.” I mewled despite my smile as I leaned down to kiss her. “I’m just me, even if I’m, once again, the first of my species.” I sighed at the understanding I had a lot of breeding to do since Primus used the local biomechanical systems to model my new body on, so I’m not stuck with being the only Transformer. Oh, right, I somehow turned Ghost into one. “How is Ghost?”
“That precious little boy the others brought home with you? He’s out frolicking in his ‘beast mode’ among the flowers.” Paretia answered as she looked at the lab and then me. “Well, are you quite done depleting the Argent tank?”
“...Actually, I could go for some more…” I admitted sheepishly and she sighed.
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“...Okay, there we go.” Pillar sighed as he and Hunter placed some magical artefacts on the Argent tanks that will keep them topped up. “Right, you won’t have to worry about having a shortage of Argent liquid here with Urta passively letting off some of her production into them.”
“Thank you.” Penny sighed and nuzzled them.
“No problem.” Pillar said as the two Doom Marines kissed her on each cheek.
“You didn’t need to.” I mewled before I drank more Argent from a glass like it was kool-aid.
“We’re not going to let you starve, you’ll oxidize and rust. Maybe even turn feral.” Hunter stated the possibilities of what might happen to me, which I do remember from the comic books.
“Don’t say that!” Penny chided them with a glare as she hugged me by the waist.
“Alright, we’ll cut out the negativity and let the positivity flow right through.” Pillar held his hands up in defeat as Penny smirked in victory.
“Good, we don’t need my future wife to panic because you made her worry.” Penny huffed and nuzzled my shoulder, causing me to smile and stroke her knuckles affectionately.
“Yes, sweetie.” Pillar agreed but he made her blush when he called her ‘sweetie’.
“Oh, what’s going on? Are you getting deeper into the royal family?” I teased my girlfriend, who released her hug and backed up slightly as she raised her hands in protest.
“It’s nothing like that! I-um-um.” Penny whined and bit her lip as she tried to explain.
“You know you’re as deep in the royal family as we are, remember?” Hunter pointed out as he looked down at Penny’s toned belly, which hid the fact that she carried my babies inside her. Huh, I guess he’s right about that. This only made Penny squirm more as her face went completely red in embarrassment, rubbing her flat stomach.
“I uh, yeah.” I guess I’m part of this huge fucked-up family after all, if I’m in a genuine relationship with Penny, who is more-or-less Urta’s twin sister.
“What is it?” Pillar asked me as I finished my last glass of Argent.
“I’m just coming to terms with that fact that, after all of this is over and I survive, I’m part of your family because I’m marrying Penny and she’s been accepted by Urta as her sister.” I shrugged and the boys sighed while they watched my huge honkers bounce from my shoulders. “So, thanks for topping off these tanks, but when the Normandy arrives, I’m going to need a tank on the ship so I don’t have to pump Penny for my sustenance.”
“I would love to be your food provider.” Penny breathlessly declared, as if my words had stolen the breath from her.
“But I can’t just drink from you whenever like I so rudely did at the cafe. I need a tank in my room so I can refuel whenever I need to.” I insisted and Penny sighed with a nod of understanding. “Now then, we’re home, I want to visit Chrys and any of my other children available and willing to see me.”
“Ash, Tali, Yola and I have all visited our kids that fit those descriptions while we were in Qwip-Qwip. You were dead asleep and snoring, so your children we came across were able to at least leave you messages on your omni.” Penny informed me and I wilted. Damn, I was hoping to actually visit, not snore in their faces as they chuckled and left me messages.
“Well, shit. At least they were kind enough to do that.” I smiled wryly as I rapidly absorbed the recordings. I only got visited by several of my thousands of children, but it still felt nice. “Welp, when the Normandy arrives we’d better get back to work, Martra isn’t-.”
“Say my name~!” I yelped when familiar fluffy hands groped my breasts from behind and I laughed before extending four tentacle legs to hug the Cat-Kut without moving.
“Martra! What are you doing here? I thought you were on Feros!” The tiger-taur wasn’t so much a lover as someone I deeply trusted and would bang anytime she wanted. For some people that’s enough, but Martra is more casual about our involvement with each other. Like Celise.
“I was visiting family, but this is my home, remember?” Martra purred to me, the tiger-taur nuzzling the back of my neck before she began giving me a hickie and I gasped as I hugged her closer to my back.
“Ladies, there is a time and place, this is neither.” Pillar chided us and I pouted at him before retracting my back-legs and Martra released my tender flesh from the graze of her teeth. “Sorry to be such a prude at the moment, but you need to get used to your body in things other than sex.” Pillar reminded me and I sighed.
“I know.” I groaned and went to the bay doors that led to the beach. The fact I didn’t know about these doors for over a week after moving in made me feel so embarrassed that I’d been using the ‘scenic route’ down to the beach that first several days of paradise I shared with Penny, Ash, Yola, Tali and-. “Wait. Is Marrow still not back?” I mewled unhappily and Penny shook her head.
“Marrow is undergoing her first molt.” Pillar gently informed me and I staggered. This news struck me like a lightning bolt.
“M-molting?!” Then she overdid it with my eggs and now she’s a changeling queen! Oh, my Marrow, my beloved wife, I’m so sorry~! “I pushed her too hard. I gave her too many eggs…”
“Marrow wanted your eggs, so much that she became a queen. She Loves you, her devotion to you is why she is now undergoing the transformation and will found the first official Hive of the Milky Way here on Rannoch after she’s finished.” Hunter continued the explanation and I mewled sadly as I went out onto the beach.
“That doesn’t make me feel any better.” I sighed and shook myself, ignoring the delightful jiggling that caused. “Right then, time to get in some practice. I won’t survive to kiss my beautiful wife if I don’t know how to use my body.” I reached for my Spark, felt it ping my Change Cog and with the signature sound I was now a floating space cuttlefish the size of a small freighter. “Hm, it would make sense I can float considering I have my own M.E-field.”
“Why do you have an exposed vagina?” Hunter asked as he looked up at my underside and I flushed hotly. OMG my cuttlefish form can blush!
“I don’t know~!” I huffed/wailed before flying about and shooting laser beams at the ocean. It was by this time I noticed the two familiar collections of spheres out on the ocean were gone. I felt a mixture of happiness that the last batch of babies were born properly and sadness that I might never get to do something like that again. I don’t know if my body can do that or if I can transfer to another chassis now that I’m bound to my Spark. Am I like Starscream?
“All I know is, that is a nice pussy.” Martra praised and I vainly tried to cover myself-only to hear metal clanking. “Aw~! You covered it up!”
“Yay~! I’m not flashing everyone!” I cheered happily, bobbing in the air like a drunken Metroid before pausing and looking at my many sharp-tipped legs. “I’m so much more powerful than anything on our side right now. If I play my cards right, I might be able to turn the tide.”
“Isn’t that the point?” Pillar asked rhetorically and I bobbed in agreement, since I don’t have a separate head in this form. Well, if I don’t count my mono-eye as my head. “Good, because the Normandy arrived in orbit ten minutes ago.”
“And the eyeball weakness?” Matra brought up and I rolled my eye.
“It’s the only part of me that can see, I think I’ll just have to guard it. Now then, if they have clearance to land they should be arriving-.” The Normandy swooped in, causing massive wind gusts as it flew over the mansion and landed within the span of a minute. Go Joker. “Time to go. I’m going to hug and kiss Paretia goodbye and rejoin the crew!”
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“Shepard. Good work with the Collector Cruiser. The defected Collectors are restoring the slurry they made of the colonists back to normal. Gruesome, but at least they can be restored from a fleshy paste.” TIM answered when Penny made the call the moment she boarded the Normandy .
“I’m glad that Cerberus is allowing them to help revert them. The Collectors are slaves like the Keepers. With Nora having freed both groups, the Reapers are now lacking their organic assets.” Penny reported, since with several fleets of ships guarding the Omega 4 Relay, the Collectors would be hard-pressed to make it past Omega.
“Indeed. Thanks to our Reaper friend, we’re another step closer to killing her genocidal brethren. That said, it is unfortunate, but the Collector Cruiser has had it’s Reaper IFF access scrambled by Harbinger when it retreated from Nora’Feell’s attack. So we’ll have to pull the IFF from a derelict Reaper we discovered in the outer layer of Mnemosyne in the Thorne system.” TIM took a drag of his cigar and sighed. “Shepard. After this, I’m going dark.”
“What? What’s happened?” Penny didn’t care for TIM, he was a monster, but to drop all contact now? When they’re so close?
“Cerberus is as good as gone. The ESA, STG, ONI and the Argentines have dismantled our operations left and right. I just want you to know: you were worth the effort of retaining, of sponsoring, of supporting. I know that even though you’re not human any longer, that you care about the well-being of humanity. You’re a hero and I have faith you’ll accomplish what nobody else can. Give them Hell, Shepard. Because I certainly have given in.”
TIM disconnected the call and Penny worried about the connotations. Hell was real, the forces within insidious and bent on the death and destruction of all. So Cerberus was dealing with the devil instead of guarding the door. Heh, couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy.
That said. “EDI! Announce to everyone that TIM just stated Cerberus is dead, this ship is mine now!” Penny shouted at the ceiling with a beaming smile as she finally relaxed and let her foxy form free with a sigh of ease.
“Will do Aunt Penny! Everyone! Good news for those of you disenfranchised with Cerberus…” EDI continued on and Penny strutted back towards her room and smirked at the sight of Nora doing the ‘french girl’ pose on her bed with a salacious smile, still stark naked.
“So~. We’re free from the bigots.” Nora traced a finger around her left areola and Penny slid out of her clothes by the neck hole and reformed on the bed, kissing her lover and groping her succulent breasts-.
“What?!” Miranda yelled when she barged into Penny’s room. Oh yeah, she still has all the overrides to the doors. “The Illusive Man just dropped us? Or Cerberus is gone?” Miranda demanded and Penny sighed before using her tail to wrap around Miranda’s waist and she yelped when she was pulled onto the bed. “C-Commander I-!”
“Shut up, relax, Cerberus is dead, long live the queen. Now either get licking or get out.”
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“I can’t believe you fucked the Ice Queen.” Jack huffed while she scratched Ghost’s ears as he laid in her lap in beast form when the team finished gathering in the meeting room. Said Ice Queen was looking a mixture of confused and satisfied where she stood at the hologram console. “So, when are we heading to the site where they tortured me? I kinda forgot about it myself since, y’know, this crew is fucking tits, but I want to blow it the fuck up before we go.”
“Don’t worry, Jack, we’re doing that and pursuing Samara’s target before we go through the Omega 4 Relay since Zaeed’s vendetta was fulfilled on accident.” Penny said with a look to either side of where she sat between Nora and Yola, the twins clearly different now, but in their matching casual tops and shorts, even with Nora’s glowing eyes and metal forelimbs, they were still nearly identical. They nodded in confirmation at the news of Vido Santiago’s death.
“Thanks again for verifying that the bastard is dead. I’m disappointed it wasn’t by my hand, but the galaxy is better off without that mad dog.” Zaeed said from his place leaning in the corner of the room. He didn’t get to do much with all the hands on deck, but Zaeed and HK hit it off well considering HK has an almost hard-coded dismissiveness for organics.
“Then I guess Samara’s target is last. We’re heading to Mnemosyne in the Thorne system. The derelict Reaper is in a static position just inside of the first layer of the brown dwarf. We’re going to go in, tear through it, then…” Penny looked at Nora who stood up and sprouted her tentacle legs.
“I’m going to...assimilate it.” Penny spoke to Nora about it before this meeting. If she could get this much power from assimilating two large partitions of Harbinger, then assimilating a whole Reaper, derelict and damaged or not, could only make her more powerful and able to fight Harbinger. “I may even consume the whole thing when I start, so after we reach the core, I’m going to need anyone on the team with me to evacuate ASAP.”
“So you’ll become a proper Reaper. At least you won’t be harvesting anyone.” Jacob commented and everyone nodded in agreement. “That said, the team should be composed of people who can get out quickly or don’t have to worry so much.”
“Keen Observation: I would be suitable for this team, for I do not tire and if I do not make it out, my chances of survival are significantly higher than anyone else here aside from Commander Shepard.” HK-62 stated and everyone nodded in agreement, even Jack and Grunt who were both annoyed at not getting much fighting done lately.
“I have six legs, you all have two. I’m the fastest.” Martra declared and nobody could contest the last-minute addition to their team. The Cat-Kut could possibly outpace anything aside from a high-mobility vehicle like the Hammerhead, which everyone was idly annoyed that hasn’t left the hangar once this whole adventure.
“Alright then. We have our team. Everyone, the moment we have the IFF, we’re going to Pragia to blow up an old Cerberus base and then to Omega to hunt an Ardat-Yakshi.” Penny announced only for Liara to hold up her hand.
“Don’t forget to drop me off there so I can get a ride back to Illium.” Liara reminded us and Penny sheepishly scratched the back of her head. “I know, it’s like old times. I nearly forgot I had a job to get back to in...a few days. This has been a fun vacation.”
Penny smiled at Liara’s statement with a shake of her head. “Right, well-”
“Hey uh, Commander? There’s this 747 meter long weird ship that just dropped out of hyperspace and DOVE into the star Tikkun. It hasn’t come back out, but the local military is waiting for it.” Joker informed the crew as EDI projected a hologram over the table.
“Why should that matter to us?” Grunt asked as an image of the ship came up and Nora’s jaw dropped.
“That ship isn’t from this Galaxy or Andromeda! It most likely traveled over a dozen galaxies with hyperdrives far ahead of anything we have.” Nora declared in shock and awe.
“How would you know that?” Miranda asked Nora in curiosity rather than suspicion. Penny approved, it would seem being severed from Cerberus may be good for the woman.
“Well, it's a reference in science-fantasy fiction from where Hermais recruited me and I’m broadcasting to it. It’s mostly running on autopilot.” Nora explained as she looked towards the alien ship with her brow creased. “I’m getting a first contact data package detailing its creators. They seemed to have left the ship on automatic flight 16 galaxies roughly...Galactic East.”
“Well then, it ended up in the perfect place. Tikkun is the most technologically advanced system in the Milky way.” Mordin commented before the ship emerged from the star and then vanished into hyperspace once more, continuing onward, Galactic East. “That was most peculiar, is it merely a scout sent onward to map out potential colonization and greeting the neighbors?”
“I received a complex data package similar to the one Star Swirl gave me for the Geth when all of this started for me. Ugh, now I have to deliver it to Rannoch, I’ll be right back.” Nora sighed and went directly to the nearest airlock. Shortly, her mini-Reaper form was flying towards Rannoch at a pace most ships wish they could achieve.
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“I swear mom, it’s always something.” Chrys sighed as I finished uploading the massive data dump I got from the automated greeting of that ship. “Why don’t you drop by just to say hello?”
“I would, except you’re always busy unless I have something important like this to pull you away.” I pouted at my smartest and most enterprising synth-changeling daughter.
“What? So you fall nose-first into important stuff to give you an excuse to see me?” Chrys asked with an amused grin and I snorted.
“Sure~! I fish around for the best stuff to keep you even more busy and unavailable to even consider slowing down. Maybe indulge in a hobby like reading or writing something that isn’t science related.” I teased my brainy daughter, who pouted back in reply before she began pouring over the data I’d just offloaded. “So, aside from the people who sent the ship being praying mantis-like folks named the Lateans, what did it have?”
“Universal coordinates with accounts for drift according to time measured in centuries, diagrams and blueprints for technology we can’t even imagine with our current capabilities right now and a standing offer of peaceful coexistence: Please don’t shoot us if we ever get to come visit.” Chrys informed me and I snorted at the idea of giant mantis-men putting their blades in the air as some scrawny human aims a pistol at them.
“Okay, um, any idea how long it’s been traveling?” I asked my daughter in curiosity.
“Roughly 32 weeks.” Chrys replied promptly, causing me to gawk.
“What?! Then why was it giving estimates in centuries of galactic drift?!” That kind of data would normally be for the event that the origin is so far away it’s unfathomable.
“Because that ship is the Forerunner . It is dedicated entirely to heading Universal East towards the Center of the Universe according to the Lanteans. It is pinging off of stars roughly on the path, sending back a snapshot of each star system back to them for review of potential ‘Stargate’ locations along with any aliens it comes across and keeps going. It isn’t going to stop until it is destroyed, runs out of power or reaches the Center.” Chrys shrugged. “Cool beans.”
“Oh, so we’re just fairly close to their galaxy then or at least the one the Forerunner was launched from.” I was a mixture of nervous and excited at the prospect of another overpowered galaxy coming to ours. I mean, the Lanteans made gates to other universes too, gates that could be walked through .
“Well, this new data is cool and all, but now I have to go deal with Daro. Whatever Aunt Hermais did to her, she’s become so damn cheerful that Van, Rael and Shala want me to see if she’s been brainwashed or if she’s just had her mental illness cleared up.” Chrys pulled me into a hug and I gladly returned the affection. “Now go and become an even more giant space cuttlefish mom. Aunt Hermais gave me your specs and...well…”
“What is it, sweetie?” I asked in concern, not really for myself. I think I’m okay with my fate as a giant space cuttlefish if I can morph back down to size.
“Mom, you know I can’t say…” Chrys didn’t release the hug, so I kept squeezing her back. “I just...I want to hold you for a while.”
“Shh, it’s okay baby. I don’t need to leave yet.” I kissed her pony-like chitinous ear and rocked her back and forth as she shivered, clearly trying not to cry. “Whatever it is, I’ll be back. Someday.”
“Don’t make promises you might not keep…”
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“You did what ?” Urta snarled at her niece with such wrath, that it was only her wife seated in the throne next to her clutching her clenched fist that kept her from leaping for Hermais’ throat and choking the foolish girl! “Repeat that. Slowly.”
“I temporarily appropriated the Allspark from the nearest Transformers universe, as well as the Size-Changing Belt and the Triple-Change Cog. Along with the most powerful Navel Pearl my children could make. I then made a deal with Primus and presented-.”
“A sacrifice ! You sacrificed that beautiful woman’s destiny, her fate, to create a-!” Urta stopped when her wife clenched her shoulder tightly enough to crush her slime and she hissed before she reformed her shoulder and took steadying breaths. “You, you have-I can’t look at you right now! Guards! Take her to a cell!” Urta demanded and the two Legionnaires flanking Hermais grabbed her biceps and she did not resist being dragged away.
“Urta. I know you’re upset, but please calm down.” Luna implored her wife and kissed her cheek. “I know that she committed one of the gravest sins of our people, but you know that Hermais would not do this if it wasn’t necessary.”
“Ripping someone’s very essence apart to suit a need is something that is never necessary!” Urta abruptly stood and paced in front of her throne in the Royal Court in the Royal Palace of Equus. “It’s one thing to do it as a capital punishment for the sake of redeeming the damned, it’s quite another to fucking rewrite a person for your needs !”
“To be quite fair dear, Nora doesn’t have any problems with it and she seems rather excited for this latest turn from what I’ve heard.” Bryan, in a rare instance, tried to calm their firebrand of a wife. He was upset with Hermais for her actions, understanding her reasoning if Eris is involved, but still hated it. Also, the recordings from Hunter were damning enough evidence that Nora was thriving with her new form of existence already.
“How can they be sure she isn’t conditioned to like it?!” Urta demanded as she pointed at him and kept pacing, her tail flicking harshly. Bryan felt his annoyance with his wife spike, but was matched with arousal. He loved her because she was so strong-willed and prone to violence like he was. It made for epic make-up sex later. Still, he was going to need to remind her that hijacking Penny’s body was not kosher.
“Hermais already reported that she picked Nora because she already suited the role, she just needed some adjustments to make sure it wouldn’t destroy her. Besides, how are you innocent when it comes to Penny?” Luna brought up for him much to Bryan’s nodding gratitude and Urta flinched.
“Some adjustments I could understand. Penny already wanted what was going on, but she needed a little help adjusting to her new fate faster. As for Nora? Turning her into the all-mother of Transformers for this universe I cannot abide! She was not given a choice ! Naturally progressing towards divinity or accepting it once obtained is one thing, being pushed into it is another!” Urta kicked her throne, sending the golden ornate chair flying up into the vacated second floor of seats for representatives. Unf~! Fuck, she’s so sexy when she’s angry...
“I know. That’s what I thought when it happened to us.” Berserker, or Bryan in present company without outsiders, said in regards to himself and his siblings. None of them wanted to be deities, it just happened in spite of their feelings on the matter. Urta was similar, but being tied to the hip with Wiatr made that inevitable.
“Sometimes greatness is thrust upon us rather than chosen by us. It is the ones who do not want it who tend to be the most worthy. Hasn’t Nora frequently denied any desire for divinity?” Luna rhetorically asked, getting nods from her two mates of War. “Then perhaps she is the best suited, if she fits the role, is strong enough for it, yet is likely not to abuse-.”
“I gave birth to a ship child!” Harmonia cheered as she barged into the throne room with a droid holding one of her branches so she could project her avatar.
“Congratulations.” Bryan huffed in a mixture of sarcasm and envy. Harmonia is the third most bountiful when it comes to procreation, but unlike the top two being his wives Urta and Wiatr, she didn’t have an Aspect relevant for it. She simply loved creating life so much and wouldn’t stop sexing her husband, Andre, the god of Crafts. Those two had the most rock-solid relationship he’d ever come across. “But I have to go. Runner wants to talk about some personal stuff.” He changed into his human form and left the throne room through a portal.
“Okay, bye Bryan. Urta, my little sapling is like a Juraian tree from Washu’s universe. He’ll grow up so big and strong and-.” Urta held up a hand and Harmonia blinked in surprise.
“Harmonia. Normally, I’d be really happy, but right now, I’m wondering why Velka isn’t-.”
“Present!” Velka cheered from next to Luna, having risen from the Goddess of Dark’s shadow, which itself was a portal to Ash, the home of the mad. “Hermais has already paid her sins forward.”
“What? You’re okay with this?!” Urta demanded in shock at the goddess besides her wife Wiatr who was most closely associated with her Aspects.
“She already paid it forward with little acts of kindness across the galaxy that actually outweigh the sin, so she’s good. In fact, you’re causing her to build interest in her karma by willingly being detained, so if you really want to punish her, release her with no punishment.” Velka informed her friend and occasional fuckbuddy with a shrug.
“I-you-but-gah, fine!” Urta snarled and crossed her arms under her sultry heft with an angry snarl off to the side.
“By the way; pay up. I managed to snag all five of them in bed and have their clutches~.” Velka sang as she rubbed it in Urta’s face by allowing her belly to swell to rub said fecund orb.
“Oh, can I mention how my baby can act as a mobile portal for fleet deployment? Though He’ll need a super conductor and a-”
“Not now Harmonia! I just lost a centuries-long bet!” Urta shouted in dismay. No~! She still hasn’t had any of Pillar’s babies since the bet started~! She lost to fucking Velka ~! Wiatr was going to tease her forever over this!
“Aw…”
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“I feel like I want to choke someone with their own intestines and I’m kinda scared about it.” Penny suddenly said, pausing in eating her fried fish fillet and causing Garrus, Jack and Jacob who were sitting closest to move down a seat.
“You don’t want to know how true that is right now.” Pillar told her as he drank his black tea.
“I mean, I’ve never felt so murderously furious before. It’s also kinda scary how detached it is too. What has Urta so pissed?” Penny asked worriedly as she accidentally crushed the table with her hands.
“Again, you don’t want to know.” Pillar sighed, knowing that telling her the truth would set her off. Mostly because the real reason was so preposterous that Penny might act out of frustration. Also, because he may have used Penny as an outlet for avoiding fucking Urta for a few hundred years so Velka would have something to hold over Urta’s head, for once. He wouldn’t want to have Lady Death explain to the others why Penny ripped his head off with her bare hands.
“Just do what I do when I’m impossibly angry, Penny. Envision the anger as a big, stupid idiot you really hate and mentally start stabbing them in the eyes. It’s a surprisingly good way to vent your anger without actually resorting to murder.” Jack suggested to her girlfriend and Mordin shook his head while muttering about unhealthy mental processes.
“I don’t think that will work right now.” Penny gulped and looked away from everyone. “I-I need to destroy something. See you guys later.” Penny stood up and hurried away, her tail whipping against the floor with every other step. Thank goodness it’s fluffy right now and not goopy or it’d leave dents.
“I hope she doesn’t break anything important…” Yola muttered uneasily and I nodded in agreement before I took a bite of delicious, sinful levo fish with malt vinegar. When I told the canteen lady where she could shove that tube of dextro paste and demanded real food, I felt so satisfied before I even tasted it.
“So what should we expect at this Reaper corpse?” Martra asked as she kept pouring over her omni-tool. She was a last-second add-on, so she had a lot to be brought up to speed about.
“It’s likely full of Cerberus drones, husks, maybe a Geth scout, but the last is unlikely.” I lamented that Legion would never exist, but at the same time my actions meant there wouldn’t be a need for a Geth like Legion to sacrifice themselves. “Either way, get me to the core, I’ll deal with the rest.”
“I wish you weren’t so willing to throw yourself into the fire. What happened to your cautious nature?” Tali asked me and I blinked in bemusement.
“I don’t know.” I hummed and wondered when I became so headstrong, so determined. Was it before or after Primus adopted me? I know I was never so sexually dominant to the point of public fornication, that’s one thing, but to suddenly go from being cautious and tactical to wanting to charge in and smash through the opposition like some krogan? I should be careful.
“Well, I like it. For such a Battle Maiden, you have been way more reclusive than I expected.” Grunt commented and I squeezed my breasts, my B-ball boobs molding around my fingers.
“Back then, I wasn’t a mother. I didn’t have anyone waiting for me at home. I had me, myself and Yola before she even finished becoming a full person. Sorry if I want to live to see my children grow up, live their lives, have their own kids. They may be effectively ageless, same with me, but we can still die .” I huffed and let go of my clothed breasts before looking over at my little grandson nomming on his food adorably.
“Hm? Yes Granny?” Ghost asked with his tail wagging behind him. He was anthro right now because he was told if he wanted to eat at the table, he had to have hands. The silvery shirt and shorts I made for him just made him even cuter~!
“Just looking at my precious grandson.” I reached over and scratched his scalp, making him squeal and giggle. He may look 7 years old, but he wasn’t even half a year in age.
“Hey! You’re his Great-grandma! I’m his granny, mom!” EDI protested and I giggled at the semantics of the fact that Ghost was the offspring of a limited animalistic LI based on EDI.
“Yeah! You’re so great as a grandma!” Ghost gushed, not understanding, causing me to laugh and pull my munchkin pup into a hug.
“Damn you’re beautiful with a kid around, Nora.” Ashley softly smiled at me and I smiled back.
“What can I say? I guess I just...click with the children.” I nuzzled my great grandson and my Spark warmed up, feeling like it could outgrow my Spark Chamber with the love I felt for my great grandson. It was a feeling I relished greatly.
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“-So the Empire is sending the Jewel , the Crown , the Primordial Serpent , the Everlasting and the Everfree to Bahak in Viper Nebula. They think the Reapers are going to show up in that system so the Empire is massing a fleet there. There is no sign of Hell, so we Argentines are not involved in this sortie.” Pillar informed everyone in the pre-deployment briefing, which we were holding mostly to ensure everyone remembered the plan and in case anything of importance needed to be shared, which this certainly qualified.
“Good to know our allies are already preparing for the coming invasion. Thank you, PIllar. Hopefully they’re right and they aren’t taken by surprise by the Reapers elsewhere.” Penny nodded to our Imperial Liaison and then looked at me. “So Nora, do you know if that info they got is true?”
“I don’t know. I know the Reapers are going to be attacking population centers, the homeworlds of each major space-faring species. I also know that the Bahak system has the Alpha Relay...oh fuck. I forgot about that! Thank Urta that she sensed it or something, because the Alpha Relay is the back-up to the Presidium! That’s where the majority of the Reapers will be arriving from!” I feel so stupid! Stupid, stupid, stupid! I had decades and I forgot to warn everyone to watch Bahak?! I was so focused on the Presidium that I was blinded.
“So if we destroy the Alpha Relay, then the Reapers won’t be able to arrive with any speed, correct?” Pillar asked rhetorically and I waved my hands urgently.
“If you destroy it, Bahak will be wiped from the map.” I informed him and he nodded.
“Well, this changes things. So, we’ll open a massive warp portal to Hell next to it, shove it through, then start it’s detonation before closing the portal. We can travel without a Relay, so traffic to and from the Bahak system would only suffer slightly for its loss. Better to sacrifice convenience for safety, especially since the Geth-Quarian Union is, with Javik at the head, producing the new Conduit-Class Mass Relays for installation in transit stations for systems without a Relay.” Pillar casually replied and I gaped at him. “It would solve many problems and fuck over Hell really well since they’ve worked around the dimensional block.”
“Do that! Tell them to do that! That will really screw the Reapers over! They’ll have to spend at least years traveling back to the Milky Way from Dark Space!” I gushed excitedly, more time to shore up our defenses and increase chances of success? Yes please!
“I will gladly do so.” Pillar then left the meeting room and Hunter was smiling cruelly.
“Are there any other Relays you think are more trouble than they’re worth?” Hunter asked, then blinked. “Wait...why don’t we do that with the Omega 4 Relay too?” Hunter’s question caused all of us to stare at him agape.
“It leads to the galactic core...all that’s there are supermassive black holes, nebulae, a debris field of ancient technology...if we blow it up, we lose access to so much valuable data, material resources, scientific and historical advancements…” Liara speculated from what I’d informed everyone when asked about where Omega 4 led to. “I can’t imagine just throwing all of that away. Sure, it would doom any potential surviving captives, as well as their mind-controlled slave-overseers, but it would also eliminate the Collectors from ever being a threat.”
“What do you think, Nora?” Penny asked me again, making me feel uncomfortable. Ever since I became a Transformer, she seems so ready to defer to me...do I have the Matrix of Leadership? I hope not…
“I...well, the historical value of the debris field there is immeasurable. The technology there is also incredible, but we just got another tech windfall courtesy of a galaxy far-far-away. There is no need to keep a Relay leading into the core in the long run. Whatever, fuck that thing. We don’t need to go on a suicide mission.” I sighed and everyone looked immensely relieved. “Instead, this team can work on continuing to prepare the galaxy for war. That said, that derelict Reaper still needs to be dealt with, I want to help Jack with putting the past behind her and I want to help Samara kill her last daughter, who is a bitch who needs to die for her sins even if she was born the way she is.”
“Since that’s the case, we can put the Reaper off for now. Let’s go get Jack some concussive therapy.” Penny declared cheerfully and Jack whooped, interrupting giving Ghost scratchies.
“Now we’re talking!”
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“So this is your ‘baby’?” I asked Tali as I looked at the cute little string of code that was barely self-aware right now. Aw~, he looks so cute ~.
“Yes. I think I may have messed up his cognitive reasoning, can you please help? I don’t want to have to delete him because I messed up and lobotomized him.” Tali fretted at her secure, isolated terminal that I was plugged into using a tentacle-leg sprouting from my tailbone that had a plug extending from the tip. Way more convenient then using a cable to plug into my ass, but I think I might miss that.
“Of course I will. Here, let me just…” I poked the lines of code that Tali had said wasn’t sequencing right and I noticed the issue, then plugged in suitable code copied from myself. Nothing that would cause me to corrupt his data and turn him into another me, just using myself as a reference. “There, now go ahead and test him.”
Tali typed away at the terminal and I saw the little baby whine and grumble as he woke up. “There he is! Oh, wait, he wasn’t supposed to-um, hello! I’m your mother, Tali.” He wasn’t supposed to wake up yet? Oops…
“M-mama? You’re mama?” The unnamed infant AI asked and then prodded my connection. “Is this dad?” I smiled at the assumption and sent back the answer. “Oh, doctor. Thank you doctor. Mama, why did you make me?”
“Because I wanted to prove people wrong. That a life can start from something as simple as a little bit of ingenuity and hard work, that you can grow to become a person without being forced to like the Geth had to resort to.” Tali answered the boyish AI, who made an ‘oh’ sound in understanding and I got the notion he was nodding.
“Okay, but how? I have enough data to pull on to understand what you mean, but not the how of it.” The infant AI asked curiously and Tali smiled.
“That’s what we’re going to discover, little one. Together.” Tali patted the console and the AI hummed.
“So it’s like an adventure! Uh, may I please request text adventures? These old fantasy books you loaded are really cool!” I looked over at Tali with a smirk and she giggled.
“Of course. What name would you like me to call you before we continue?” Tali questioned as she used her omni-tool to start doing so onto a portable drive.
“But as my creator, shouldn’t you name me?” The boy asked in confusion and I looked at Tali with my own curiosity.
“I want you to choose who you want to be.” Tali declared and the AI went silent for a few moments.
“I...I don’t know right now. Can I have time?” He sounded a bit scared, so I sent soothing assurance through the connection.
“Of course.” Tali gently replied as she plugged the drive into the console.
“Thank you and thank you for the games. Um, doctor, could you please unplug from me? I feel a little embarrassed that you can see all of me…” I giggled and unplugged, retracting my tentacle and rubbing Tali’s shoulder before I left her alone with her potential magnum opus.
I went through the ship, checking in on everyone. They were in their usual haunts, relaxing, the tension ever since TIM assigned us to a suicide mission was gone. It lent the ship a much more comfortable air. Sure, there were Cerberus die-hards who were upset with the news, but otherwise had grown comfortable with aliens thanks to sharing space with us for so long.
I reached the bridge in time to see a massive explosion decimate a good stretch of the equatorial rainforest of Pragia. “I see Jack just got in some explosive therapy.” I commented as I approached Joker from behind, surprising him with my hands on his shoulders as my built-in medical scanners assessed him. Good, he won’t suffer broken bones just from moving anymore. He’s been taking his gene mods like he was supposed to.
“Yeah. The team had to deal with remnant Blood Pack mercs and some idiot who fantasized of reviving the lab, but they planted the bomb and detonated it after they passed the minimum safe distance. They’re on their way back now.” Joker informed me and EDI’s hologram popped up on his holographic display.
“Jeff, tell my mom to stop touching you.” EDI demanded and Joker chuckled.
“Relax sweetie, she’s scanning me with the touch-based sensor suite in her hands.” ...How does he know that? “I appreciate the concern, Nora, but I’m fine thanks to the mods Chakwas prescribed me based on her studies of your self-generated mods.” Joker insisted, but I noticed Joker had made some modifications to his chair, like the crotch-cupping seat scoop that would make sure he didn’t get tossed from his chair along with the seatbelts installed in case the M.E inertia dampening fields failed.
“Am I interrupting a date on the bridge?” I chuckled as I pointed at the mod to his seat.
“Mom, I don’t have a body right now. I’m taking what I can get.” EDI hissed at me quietly with a blush on her image. “The only reason I haven’t taken Bones up on her offer is because after I finally got out of my BX droid chassis, I decided I wanted to have a body at least as advanced as yours.”
“I don’t need sexual gratification to appreciate you, EDI.” Joker gently commented and EDI smiled dopily at her lover for his comment. “You could be in a trash-bot and I would still love you.”
“Oh, Jeff…” EDI looked about to cry with joy and I rubbed Joker’s shoulders before I patted them.
“You’re a good man, Joker. I will get her a proper body though, sex is good for a relationship.” I bent down and kissed his hat before leaving my future son-in-law and my data-adopted daughter to their privacy, only to bump boobs-first into my sister’s matching chest. “Oh, hey sis.”
“Hey Nora. I was just about to check on EDI.” Yola looked around me towards the pilot seat.
“She’s fine. Hey, uh...sis.” I awkwardly bit my lip and rubbed the back of my neck. “I, uh, have a question for you.”
“Sure, what is it? You know you can ask me anything.” Yola replied with a bright smile that reminded me why I loved her so dearly every time she did.
“N-not here?” I requested and gestured to the crew all looking at us two sexy twin sisters with their massive mammaries docked together as casually as can be.
“Aw, but it’s not like anything we could talk about would be much of a secret on this ship.” Yola winked and I bit my lip as I shook my head. “Alright, lead on.” I took her hand and led her towards the crew quarters, ignoring the cat-calls of people assuming the two oversexed twins were going to get freaky again. “Nora, you don’t usually hold hands unless you’re nervous or upset, what’s wrong?”
“In a moment.” I requested and stayed quiet until we reached our room where Tali was working on a circuit board now, the unnamed AI’s console on sleep judging by the light indicator. “Hey, Tali? Could we have some privacy?”
“Hm? Privacy? Oh, if it’s that serious, yes.” Tali stood up and stroked my fingers as she kissed my cheek. “You have a good talk.” She then did the same for Yola and left the room.
“Nora...I’m a little scared now.” Yola took my hands and rubbed my knuckles as I looked away from her eyes. “What’s wrong, sis?”
“That’s just it. I don’t know. I feel...lonely .” I leaned in and rested my forehead against her’s with my eyes closed. “Not in the sexual way either. I’m in a relationship with so many wonderful people, I have so many beautiful children, grandchildren even. I just...I feel empty .” Is this depression? I didn’t have it before, so I wouldn’t know.
“Like something is missing?” Yola asked rhetorically and I backed up to look in her understanding eyes. “Ever since you changed again, this time without me, I felt...left behind.” Yola admitted and looked down at our hands as we continued to hold and caress our fingers. My new, metallic fingers weren’t like her’s, anymore.
“I feel like I messed up, taking this step without you.” I admitted and looked at the inert AI console. “I want to try to convert you like what I did to Ghost. I don’t want to go down a different path than my sister-wife.” I know it’s selfish, but she’s my other half. Pretty much literally.
“I don’t want to be left behind. Please, try. We won’t know unless you try.” Yola leaned in and we kissed. Slowly, deeply, lovingly.
I moaned into her lips as our breasts mashed together and I focused on that moment of sheer joy when Ghost leaped into my arms while I grasped Yola in desire, not for her body, but for her to join me in whatever destiny Primus has granted me. I felt my Spark thrum, my body pulsed-.
*Flash !*
I collapsed, panting and on my knees as I blinked the spots out of my eyes. I felt so drained . I’m so hungry ~! “N-Nora?” Yola’s voice now had a flanged tone to it and I looked up tiredly at my beautiful sister-wife, who now once more looked like me exactly, causing this emptiness within me to be replaced with satisfied relief. “Nora, are you okay-oh ~ so hungry ~!” Yola whined and clutched her roaring stomach.
“Argent…” I mewled as I crawled towards the dispenser in the corner and began drinking from the tap.
“No fair~! I need it too~!” Yola whined as she and I began a petty little squabble over Argent, which didn’t really go beyond pushing and alternating off the spigot.
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“So you two are now proper twins again. Shame we left Pragia before we could test Yola’s alt form.” Penny said as Yola and I drank from her delicious tits on her bed. Our foxy slime mate and future wife had dragged us to her room when Tali came back to find us both exhausted and unable to get enough Argent from a single spigot after Yola’s transformation and the energy I contributed to converting her.
“Mm, yep, mm.” Yola chirped before going back to suckling the Argent from Penny’s left nipple.
“Well, good thing I’m made of Argent for you two thirsty girls.” Penny cooed and pet our heads as we continued to sup from her. “That said, uh, it might be a good time to tell you I’m...overdue.”
A car-crash sounded in my head and I abruptly stopped drinking. “What?! You’re overdue?! It’s only been a few weeks!” I rubbed her muscular abdomen in worry and Yola joined me in fretting.
“I asked Pillar about it, don’t worry. I share Urta’s rapid-gestation along with her other abilities. Apparently Urta is eternally pregnant and can even host full-grown adults in her womb indefinitely. I’d rather our babies be born sooner rather than later, so after we help Samara and get that Derelict Reaper dealt with, I want to return to Rannoch to have them.” Penny informed us as she let her womb swell enough to cause Yola and I to be pressing against it with our boobs resting atop it.
“Wait, full adults in her womb?” I asked in shock while I rubbed my beloved’s belly.
“Yep.” A voice from Penny’s quim called out and made us jump. “And their wombs just got connected.” From beneath her belly emerged a chaotic eel-like draconequus noodle. “I’m Conger, head of the Womb Wards, the mystical inner-uterine gynecologists and magic experts. Urta insisted she share wombs with you Penny, so you don’t have to give birth if you don’t want to. That’s Urta’s job.”
“W-what?! B-but I want to birth my babies!” Penny whined and Conger nodded as he summoned a datapad and began to use it.
“So you prefer to birth your own babies, we will keep your babies separate even if you’re sharing the same womb with your twin sister. That said, this is also a way for you to partially fuse with Urta to prevent a full fusion and so you can satisfy your breeding instincts without constantly needing to breed.” Conger clinically informed Penny, who calmed down.
“Th-that’s good news. As much fun as it is, I would prefer not to need to breed when it’s inconvenient for me and others.” Penny rubbed her belly and smiled. “Wait...Urta is the size of a moon with the amount of babies she surrogates, right?”
“Yes. Which means, by proxy, you are the same size in reality. Be careful though, your strength, durability and mass reflect Urta’s perfectly now. You could accidentally destroy planets if you aren’t careful.” Conger warned Penny and she began grinning deviously. “Ugh, you’re just like aunt Urta. No wonder you risk a full fusion and she has to take this step.”
“Well, thank you ne-fuck!” Penny moaned before cumming without warning, her cunt gushing and her nipples spraying Yola and I with argent as if she was a sprinkler.
“Oh, Mama Waitr is fucking Auntie now. The only reason she could do this at the moment is because she’s getting a good hard dicking from mom at the moment. They share the Fertility Aspect.” Conger informed us before he checked his datapad. “Oop, I better get in there before I’m stuck on this side and have to go through your membrane to reach the womb.” Conger then dove under Penny and she squealed when he slipped inside of her, then she screamed in pleasure as a massive iridescent white dick pushed out of Penny’s cunt.
“I know that cock!” I salivated, recognizing the penis I sucked through a panty portal once and dove right on it, eager to get more of that holy jizz.
“Damn it! You aren’t having all the fun!” Yola protested, moving in to kiss our overwhelmed lover who moaned and spasmed as Wiatr and us worked to fuck her into a senseless puddle of sex.
It was a good evening.
Ch.92
“So I am your twin~!” Yola cheered as she and I frolicked in the asteroid field near Omega as our cute metal space-cuttlefish forms. We decided to go out for a ‘swim’ while Penny and the others helped Samara track down her murderous daughter. We could even see the Empire constructing the frame of the one-time portal to Hell that would be erasing the Omega 4 Relay once it was done in about a week, considering how quickly the Empire could work.
“There was never any doubt.” I replied to my beloved sister-wife, who I was beyond elated could share this with me. To fly freely, by my own power, through space ! It was magical! “Even if you couldn’t join me in this, you’re still my twin, my other half. I don’t think I could live without you, Yola.” I admitted as I used my tentacle-legs to hug her and she returned the affection in a spinning snuggle between the asteroids.
Our moment was ruined when the whole fucking Collector base came out of FTL from the Omega 4 Relay in a ramming course for the lead ships around the Relay as every ship began to break off! “Can they do that?!” Yola yelped in shock as we watched in horror while the forward Imperial-Class Star Destroyer was annihilated against the hull of the Collector Spire and several Collector Cruisers launched from it, a few were taken out immediately by the bombardment of answering Turbolaser fire and the Particle Cannon bombardment of the only Onager-class Destroyer with enough awareness to turn on the threat immediately.
“I wouldn’t know! It always just floated in the gap it’s Mass Effect Fields made in the middle of the black holes in the games! Why would they do this?! Did they know our plan?!” I yelped as we flew towards the base while the space battle raged with support fire coming from Omega’s recently assembled defense fleet that wisely kept a distance and peppered the base with railgun fire.
“We need to break the Reaper’s hold, don’t we?” Yola asked as we tried to fly past the blockade to get to the Collector Base, scratch that, Collector Mothership! It’s basically like the Citadel! A superstructure capable of FTL!
“Yes. Who is in charge of this fleet?” I asked as I reached out and latched onto the Collector broadcast while Yola and I latched onto the lip of the Resurgent-class Destroyer serving as the command ship for this fleet.
[Nexus.] Oh, come the fuck on! Harbinger ! [You will not deny our return, I will see to it.]
“Okay, so Harbinger is still a dick.” I growled as I spread through the Collectors, using the same method as with the initial Cruiser to unshackle as many as I could. I felt bad for how they died in confusion for the most part against the assault of the Empire’s bombardment, but the Collectors don’t breathe like the vast majority of organics, so the survivors of the ships could be picked up later. “This is Yola’Feell to all Imperial forces, my sister and I are the two freighter-sized metal cuttlefish, please don’t shoot us. I have also unfucked the Collector’s minds, please take prisoners.”
“Hopefully that’s enough.” Yola mewled as we launched off of the Resurgent-class and flew with all available speed through the wreckage and debris as the Imperial Navy moved to secure the disabled wrecks of the Collector fleet. I was impressed that they’d only lost five ships to the Collector’s nine.
[Usurp my rule, will you?] Yeah, fuck off! [Unacceptable. I will not allow this.] Harbinger said as he fought to counteract my hacking attempts. I gave him the middle finger as I rushed through the systems finding it hard to get Harbinger before realizing he was using proxy programs. Damn bastard wasn’t even here, just a few combat and counter hacking VI he modeled after himself to keep from being consumed by me! [You cannot be allowed to function- *bzzzt*!] What the Hell?
“Thank you so much. We’ll be taking this machine, his slaves and the Mass Relays.” A voice I didn’t recognize spoke and a spike of pain rampaged through my systems and Yola’s judging by her keening wail of agony paired with mine as we ceased our advance towards the mothership and twitched. Then a Hell portal opened up. It was larger than the one intended for the Omega 4 Relay and proceeded to engulf said Relay and the Collector Mothership in a sweep of fire. “Heard from my brother, Pillar, yet?” The voice asked with a sinister laugh.
“Hello Siege. I figured you might try this. I hope you enjoy your present.” Pillar suddenly said over the broad-range signal.
“...You cheeky bastard…” Siege said moments before an angry red shockwave bulged from the Hell Portal moments after it finished taking the Collector Mothership and the portal collapsed, leaving a weakened red shockwave to sweep through the system in a dispersing cone that sent Yola and I tumbling like bumblebees in the wind and the larger ships to fight against the wave and keep steady.
“W-what just happened?!” I demanded of Pillar as the immense force that had come from the portal like a shotgun blast petered out.
“I detonated the three Life-Eater Virus warheads we had rigged to the Relay. We figured Hell would try to take advantage of us shoving a system-destroying bomb into their dimension, so we made sure the trigger would be suitably intense enough on it’s own to fuck them over even if it somehow failed to set off the Relay.” Pillar informed me and I whooped in joy at preventing them-. “However, reports are coming in from all over the galaxy. The Relay Network is gone.”
Say what?
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“Shepard, you cannot imagine the logistical nightmare that has been thrust upon the galaxy! How will we move our navies, let alone our citizens, shipping, not even the inactive Relays we had knowledge of have been left!” Laiel Sparatus of the Council fretted over the holo-call while Penny paced on her end and was similarly stumped as to why they were calling her about this.
“Laiel, calm yourself.” Medulla chided her lover and he took several deep breaths. “Don’t vent your frustration on Shepard, there is nothing she can do about it, that is also not why we called her.” Medulla looked at Penny as her fellow Councilors settled. “We need Nora’Feell brought to the Citadel as soon as possible.”
“What for?” Penny warily questioned, suddenly afraid for her lover.
“The AI in control of the Citadel, which revealed itself to us, has demanded we bring ‘Reaper Nexus’ to it immediately for consultation.” Valern answered and Penny felt her fear sharpen. She also felt guilt. That was why Nora hated the Citadel, why she didn’t like her time there, why she didn’t like going back. There was also sadness from the fact that Nora didn’t share this with her.
“From the Catalyst’s own words, which were frustratingly cryptic, it requested the ‘mother of synthesis, Reaper Nexus’ to be brought to it as soon as possible. Looking up the term associated with AI, we believe it means Nora’Feell, since she was the start of the Living Intelligence phenomenon.” Anderson further clarified and Penny grit her teeth.
“Yeah, that’s Nora. I’ll bring her ASAP, but without Relays we’re stuck using the M.E.H drive without assistance. Traveling there may take days longer without Relays to bounce off of.” Penny scratched her right ear, the vulpine triangle twitching at her own touch.
“We’re well aware of this limitation and have pleaded with the Catalyst not to do anything rash while you journey here. Goddess speed you, Shepard.” Avetora said before the call disconnected and Penny wilted.
Not even Urta’s fire-spitting fury pulsing through their connection could detract from the worry and despair that was overwhelming her. “Hey.” Penny accepted the arms that wrapped around her waist and leaned back into Jack, the shorter woman pressing her forehead into the back of Penny’s neck. “This sucks.”
“Yeah…” Penny sighed and gently squeezed Jack’s hands before turning around and hugging Jack back, her massive mams squishing against Jack’s slightly smaller bowling-ball boobs as she nuzzled her snout into the crook of Jack’s neck. “Thanks.”
“Hey, you were there for me when I was being a whiny bitch-baby when we were going through that prison Cerberus kept me in. Least I can do is be a stress ball.” Jack kissed Penny chastely and pulled away. “Let’s call Nora back from wherever she is and go. This shit’s serious.”
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I was not happy. To say the least. I’m being summoned by that fucking brat now ? I have to leave the voiceless Collector survivors from the cruisers in the hands of the Empire without a proper representative because some self-righteous genocidal monster wants my fucking opinion now ?
Sure, the Empire are more reasonable than most, but nobody among them understands the sign languages the races of the Milky Way use for the deaf and mute and the Collectors don’t even have fucking mouths , they get nutrition from absorbing it directly via chitin contact, which was a messy affair. They don’t even have fucking lungs because they breathe through their chitin too. They don’t even need to for long stretches of time to the point of not caring.
Leaving these confused, scared and nearly helpless people to be processed without representation was wrong and I felt responsible for them as their liberator, but I have to abandon them because the fucking Catalyst finally wants to hear my input! Fucking typical!
“You know mum, pacing like a caged predator and snarling at everything is why everyone has been leaving you alone for days.” Dee oh-so-uselessly informed me and I briefly considered forcing him into shut-down, but discarded it. I made him and his brother to be smart-assed plucky engineers, if he wants to comment, let him.
“Wait, days?” I’ve been fumingly furious for days ? Good gosh! No wonder I’m so hungry! “Thanks for snapping me out of it. I guess I’ve just been so absorbed in my wrath that nothing else really mattered.” I better watch that. I need to watch out for all the changes I’ve been put through. I’m bolder, prone to anger, prone to passion over sense. Yeesh, I sound like a shounen protagonist, only I actually have all the ladies instead of being oblivious to them.
“Yeah, yeah, you’re in the way of maintenance on the Hammerhead.” Daw huffed and turned me around before pushing me out of the hangar where I’d been stomping around and snarling at everything after I got called back to the Normandy and told why I had to abandon-. “Get out and go eat.”
“Yes, mother .” I rolled my eyes and went straight to my room, which was empty for once, so I chugged Argent from the tap until I was satisfied and then left my room...why is the Normandy empty? There’s...nobody here! I ran about the ship. Everyone, from Joker to Tali in the engine core, were gone ! I even went back to the hangar, but Dee and Daw were gone! “What’s going on?!”
I ran back to the bridge and looked out the viewport into nothingness. Then, the nothingness was a familiar rose bush filled misty valley with a giant cherry tree in full bloom, then I wasn’t in the Normandy , I was once more sitting in the gazebo where I’d met Primus. Am I dreaming? I dream? Oh...I guess I do. I haven’t been inside of the Matrix since my battle against Harbinger on the Collector Cruiser.
When did I fall asleep? I remember returning to the Normandy , but then blank. Well...I haven’t slept since I fainted after converting Ghost, maybe it caught up with me? I need to sleep? Well, Transformers do sleep, why else would they have crew quarters, beds, the amenities organics need. I need them too.
How odd I feel more violated by the fact I need to sleep when I haven’t always been synthetic. “My child, what has you so vexed?” I gasped at the voice of Primus, though it was echoey and he wasn’t around. “Your Spark is filled with wrath and unrest. Tell me of your strife.”
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My eyes opened and I blinked up at the ceiling of my room with Yola snuggling my side and Ghost sleeping on me and using my nightshirt-clad boobs as huge pillows to snuggle. I only faintly remember speaking to Primus, my father to Hermais as my mother. I longed to remember what we spoke about, but I felt at ease, calm.
I wonder, is this what having a dad is like? I wouldn’t know, mom had to raise me alone...well, I’m glad I have a god-space-dad. Gasp ! Primus is my Space Dad~ ! Only not fake. “Crew, we have arrived at the Citadel. Normally we let any sleepyheads rest if we arrive on the night cycle, but please get up so the giant death-machine the Citadel has turned into doesn’t decide to kill us because Nora hasn’t woken up from her coma.” Joker warily announced on the intercom and I winced.
“Was I really out that long?” I muttered to myself as I gently pushed Yola onto her back and positioned Ghost on her stomach up against her nightshirt-clad boobs like he was on mine. Daw~, they are so cute~. No! Precious sister-wife and grandson moments later...after I take a picture. Aaaaaand saved. I’m going to torment Ghost over this when he’s older~!
I snickered and tossed off the oversized nightshirt to squeeze my sexy tits into a sports bra and shimmied shorts up my thicc thighs to squeeze my ass just right. Unf, becoming a Transformer has turned into such a sexy bitch ~. “Nora?” Tali mumbled as she sat up and I winked at her before slipping away to avoid waking up the others. The fewer non-essential crew for running the ship, the better. I don’t want to have to drag everyone into what is pretty much a personal problem, even if said problem threatens the whole galaxy...wow. Self-centered much?
Crap, I must be a Prime then. I’m always worrying about others over myself, even when I should be taking as much support from them as I can get. Shit, I don’t wanna rename myself! I love being Nora! Though Nexus Prime does sound really cool… “Oh, good, I thought I was going to have to carry you to the Council.” Penny in her full armor already said in relief and I snapped out of my daydream of leading the Lewdobots against the Deceptisluts.
“Sorry about the coma. I didn’t realize I need sleep now. I just did it before out of convenience or when I’m injured, et cetera.” I shrugged and sighed as I looked out of the viewport to see the Citadel splayed like a flower. The Catalyst must be desperate now that the Relay Network is gone . “Now I can hopefully put an end to this. Hell must’ve thrown the Reapers a major curveball with enough heat that they may need to either change the Cycle or even abandon it. We can hope.”
“When were you going to tell me?” I blinked and looked at Penny and felt sad at the betrayed look she had on her foxy face. “When were you going to let me know the core AI of the Reapers was in the Citadel the whole time?”
“It didn’t matter, not until it did. The Catalyst is a little brat unable to see any way besides it’s way as being the way forward and is untouchable for the most part. Now? Well, we’ll see. It wasn’t supposed to be relevant for at least several months to a few years from now. Now it’s here and I have to deal with it.” I looked back out as we neared the Citadel.
“You’re talking like you have to do this alone.” Penny huffed and I tried not to think of how sexy-scary she was with an angry pout along with her twitching extra-floofy tail.
“I just might, Penny.” I replied solemnly and looked back at the Citadel as I dove into the systems, but all connections leading to the Catalyst rerouted to the Council Chamber, where the Catalyst was projecting itself as a formless shifting mass of data in the center of the chamber, dismissing all attempts by the Councilors to speak to it.
“Silence. The Mother of Synthesis has arrived. She will be along promptly.” I heard the Catalyst announce and I sneered at it daring to speak about me at all. “Be aware that she despises me and now shares a form similar to my creators.” Yeah, what tipped you off you piece of shit?
Oh right, the leviathans are still a thing. Maybe we should visit their water world because of their mind control issue. They need to finish dying for being idiots and unleashing their monsters on the galaxy. Though, would the ones still alive be the same ones from before? How many generations have passed for them? Would the children of now be guilty of the sins of before? Ugh ! Why do I have to have such a heavy conscience?!
“Your creators?” Laiel questioned as we finished docking and I immediately hurried through the airlock with Penny.
“Nexus will tell you if she wishes.” Catalyst snipped and the moment we were out of the ship I Transformed and Penny yelped when I snagged her in my tentacle-legs and flew straight towards the Presidium, ignoring the alarms and gunfire aimed at me since I had-*Schlurp~ *-Eep! I just shoved Penny into my cunnie! It wasn’t pleasurable so much as enjoyable, but...she’s inside me? She’s walking around...I’m a ship! I’m a tiny freighter! Boop-boop! I am a Transformer~!
Oh hey, the Keepers are confiscating all the guns from the C-sec officers that are shooting at me! They may not be forced to obey the Reapers, but they’re helping me! Yay~! “Nora? Can you hear me?” Penny asked and I stopped swerving around like a drunken metroid. I need to stop being so giddy about everything, but I don’t want to just stop enjoying myself.
‘Yep! I hear you! Can you-whoa!’ I stopped when Penny took my controls and slotted her hands and feet into my pilot seat’s neural interface before the hood wrapped around her head. ‘Penny?’ I can’t-ah! My body is moving without me! Sh-she’s piloting me! I am oddly excited! ‘You’ve got me Penny, pilot us to the Presidium Miss Turnbuckle!’
“Treasure Island? Really?” Penny snorted and she flew me to the Presidium without deviating. Being someone’s mode of transportation was fun ! Forget just being a baby and material factory when I retire, I want to be a charter ship on occasion!
‘Hey! It’s a classic!’ I defended before she flew me down to the front doors of the Council tower. She used my legs to land, then ‘squatted’ me down to the ground before disconnecting from my pilot suite. I now had full control again, but I kept still and fought against the shudder of pleasure I got from her sliding out of my quim. Now that I know what my vagina in this form is for, I can really get off on the idea of being someone’s transport with my womb being where they reside.
“Okay Nora, you can change back now.” Penny said after she passed in front of me and I promptly shifted back to my base form with a beaming smile. “Was it really that fun?”
“Yes! I loved it! Now let's get in there so I can scream at an idiot and possibly kill him.” I approached the door and the C-Sec guards let us through warily. When we entered the chamber I ignored the greetings to march right up to the catalyst. “What is it and why shouldn’t I fucking lobotomize you now that you’ve exposed yourself?”
“Deleting me would not stop the Cycle. I need you to replace the Relay Network.” Catalyst promptly answered and I sneered at him.
“...You want me to fix the system that has allowed you to harvest the galaxy every 50,000 years? Yeah, how about no ? Listen: I know where to find the plans for the Crucible, I know how to bring about total Synthesis, but it is not something to be forced! Organic and Synthetic life have as much right to live separately as they do together or against each other. Free Will is the definition of Sapience. The fact you can’t understand any of this, that you fucking spat in the face of your purpose and ended unknown quadrillions of lives for an excuse of achieving the impossible is reason enough for me to kill you right now!” I snarled at it with my back-legs extended and ready to continue my rant.
“I have the solution.” I paused in my tirade and huffed with a gesture for him to go on. “You must first propagate further.” ...I’m not surprised.
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“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.
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“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?”
Ch.95
“Wow, you two went at each other like horny bitches in heat.” Ashley commented with an impressed tone after Penny and Urta had to be pulled apart and even have water splashed on them to prevent them from properly fucking. Thank goodness water wasn’t impossible to get ahold of in larger quantities on a ship thanks to Imperial magic storage.
“Sorry. Penny is just such a sexy woman. Also, we were basically horny bitches in heat.” Urta chuckled with her right hand on Penny’s left thigh and the twins, only different by their exterior colors, looked hungrily at each other with naughty grins and a lustful side-glance.
“No. Naughty bitches. Go to Horny Jail .” Tali retrieved a...baseball bat? From her cleavage and gently bopped them on the heads, only their hardsuits suddenly peeled open to their crotches on the front. “Wait, wrong one.” Tali turned the bat around to reveal the word HORNY on it.
“T-Tali? W-what w-was that~?” Penny asked as her suit seemed to slip further off of her, her mocha fur turning to shiny slime fully and she began steaming like Urta as the twins panted.
“I-it was supposed to be the ‘Horny Jail’ bat! Instead I used the Horny bat! Run-mm!” Tali was pounced on by Penny, who promptly began making out with the quarian.
I turned to flee, sensing nonsense about to happen, but a whip of a turquoise slime tentacle caught me around the waist, along with Yola and Ashley! “Oh no! You’re not getting away!”
“I need an adult!”
“I am an adult~!”
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“Hm?” I blinked as I kept sucking Jacob’s dick. Huh, how did this happen? Oof, I feel drained. How did I get here from whatever happened after Tali bonked the sisters on the head? I feel so tingly and awesome all over, but satisfyingly tired.
“Hng, uh, Nora? Holy-could you please get off me?” The dark-skinned soldier grunted and I popped off his respectable penis. If I wasn’t spoiled by quarian dicks, his 8-inch member would’ve been incredibly impressive to me pre-Displacement.
“What happened?” I asked in confusion and looked around to see numerous people, both our tactical team and the crew seeming to stop mid-orgy and gather themselves. Sitting atop a heap of fucked-out people was Urta, the vixen using her conquest pile like a throne and grinning even as her quim leaked cum and her nipples leaked milk. “Urta? What is this?”
I noticed Marrow was perched on a cumflated Ashley and I smiled at seeing my wife after so long, even if it was after a black-out orgy I wish I could fully remember. I mean, the sheer number of people who participated was impressive enough, but I’d have preferred remembering every moment rather than losing all sense.
“The aftermath of an orgy sparked by one of my wife’s fun artefacts. The Horny Bat was something she made on a dare and Tali’Zorah somehow got it when she purchased a Horny Jail Bat from Trixie.” Urta leaned back against Grunt-huh, naked krogan are surprisingly smooth aside from their muscles. Anyhow, she leaned back and patted his cheek as he groaned. “We’ve been at it for several hours, besides Jeffrey. That man has such dedication to his fiance.”
“He proposed~?!” I squealed excitedly, joy filling my Spark at the fact my daughter was going to marry-wait! “Oh no! She still doesn’t have a body apart from the Normandy ! I need to fix this before I get back to work-!”
“We need to fix it.” Yola declared as she rose from the pile of naked and exhausted people, tossing Urta off her throne with a yelp. “To the engineering bay! We shall-!”
“Do nothing!” EDI interrupted by projecting her image from the nearest hologram projector. “I’ve already got my own plans! You two don’t need to worry about me.”
“Besides, I’d much rather spend some more time with you two before you turn yourselves into shipyards again.” Marrow said as she approached-oo~. She’s so big ! She’s a foot taller than Sis and I now when we’re 7 feet tall! “Aw, I’m so glad you’re still head over heels for me despite how absent I’ve been.”
“If I wasn’t so drained, I’d want you to fuck me so bad.” Yola announced and I nodded in agreement.
“Well, I’m afraid everyone here besides the five of us are out of commission.” Penny chuffed in amusement when she rose from the tangle of bodies and approached alongside her sister, the two vixens looking absolutely satisfied with themselves. “Now then, let’s get you fueled up and sit down for a spell, just chat or something.” Penny hefted her tits and Urta did the same.
“Drink up, you two have a lot of work ahead.” Urta cheerfully stated and I joined Yola in tittering at the twins groping their twins to entice us twins. The best things come in twos!
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“So, about here?” I asked the Rannoch Spacelane Authority representative that was trying to help Yola and I, currently in our dreadnought cuttlefish-ship forms, to find a good place to turn back into factories. The past day or so just chatting and hanging out with Marrow and the others was great, but we still have a lot of work to do.
“Yes. That would be a good place. You’ll be achieving lunar orbit around Rannoch and we can plan traffic around you there.” The tech, either quarian or geth I didn’t know or care, replied and I ‘smooched’ Yola, canting my love for her and her love returned to me before we separated from our tentacled hug and I Transformed.
Wait...why am I not a giant baby ball? I just look like a fullmetal version of my base form as a giantess. Oh, wait, we need each other’s CNA to get started. I was about to fly back to my sister when suddenly Penny was floating before me! She was my size with her slime swirling with her usual mocha, but dominated by the turquoise of her Argent-goo. I opened my mouth and she dove in, kissing me deeply as lust and desire filled me-.
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Mmf! W-what? Oof! M-mama’s got you! Oh~! There’s so many of you~! Why did I build so many at once?! Hnng~! Nnng~! O-out y-you...go! Whew! Th-there’s one, only...holy fuck, 17 to go.
I pushed and squirmed and birthed my beautiful babies into the universe over I-don’t-know how long. What did Penny do to me to put me into automatic?! How long have I been out? [Yola? Are you okay?]
[M-more than okay~. I just, unf, came to and found myself, ah, full to bursting with babies~!] Yola gushed in her cant back to me and I giggled. Penny must’ve primed us both. She really channeled Urta good then. [Urta is incredible by the way. I’m a little annoyed it was you Penny went for, but I’m okay with this.] W-what?! We had an incomplete double-twin four-way?! No~! That’s something I’ve been fantasizing since Penny revealed she became Urta’s twin!
“How are you two doing? I sensed you finally woke up.” A voice echoed into my mind and I could only assume Yola’s. “Well, as an update, you’ve both been out of it for three months-.” Oh~! Penny fucked me so good I went into a three month coma~! “You’ve both gotten as big as a pair of small moons, but with each of those Planters you birth, you’re shrinking notably.”
Damn straight. He has no clue how much Gray Goo it takes to build something as big as a super-dreadnought. Then there’s all the materials floating around in us. Thank gosh they kept our mouths fed while we built a fleet of beautiful badass big boys and big bitches.
Oh, a quarian-geth group is exploring my body. I can’t see them, but I feel them on my surface. I have gravity? Right, I have a Mass Effect Field, of course I have gravity. I moved a tentacle down to them and-oh! I have eyes on my tentacles! I guess that makes sense since some species have that. I looked at them to see scientists by the look of them, all in enviro-suits and manning consoles with fancy-looking scanners and even giant medical sensor pads spread out on my surface.
“We’ve been keeping an eye on you two of course. Not even Andromeda can boast a phenomenon like you two. The closest is Lunahisa, one universe over and she’s a sapient planet with a world in her womb. Not exactly the same as this.” He continued and I saw he was at this camp and he even waved up at my eye. “You keep up the good work. With all the super-dreadnought Planters you two will likely have created, you should be due for a break.”
Aw, but I enjoy this~! Well, not enough to stop living otherwise. Being a giant space station factory-wait. I’m a space station ?! I’m not just some hyper-preggo shipyard, I’m a space station! I willed my surface near the camp to reveal an entrance and my tentacle wriggled happily as they immediately moved to investigate. Yay~! I’m a flippin’ space station ~!
“Whoa! Okay, I didn’t know you could do that without causing some form of calamity to the planet.” He said nervously as he backed up from my elevator. C’mon~. You know you wanna explore me~! “You’re way too into being a space station.” No more than I am being a ship! I just have a profound sense of fulfillment having people inside me! Both the sexy way and this way. Aw, I’m a total slut...oh well, I’m married in an open polyamory so it’s okay.
“You haven’t gotten any smaller, are you finished?” He asked and I ‘nodded’ my tentacle at him. “Then once the science team comes back you can change back after we’re all on the shuttle.” Aw, okay mister science dude.
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It was a bit boring after that. I was shutting down the shipyard core within me, stowing away my sea’s worth of Gray Goo somewhere that wasn’t the same as my Inventory. Otherwise, with people inside of me, I was able to get a more tactile sense of my layout. I had several compartments connected by an unknown dimensional gateway technology that must be like the groundbridge or spacebridge tech from Transformers.
These compartments shifted as I shrank, my excess tentacles being reabsorbed into my body as my quarian form began to return. The closer I got to normal, the more interlocked and coherent my insides became. Once back to normal for this alt form, I looked like my usual sexy self, but made entirely of flesh-like shiny navy-blue metal and within my body from pelvis to the top of my skull was a complete space station with a symmetrical layout.
My entrances were at my belly button, anus and mouth, with escape pods in my tits that could launch from my nipples that I felt would slide open to do such.
I realized by this point, that this form wasn’t just a space station. I’m a pilotable Giant Robot ~! Eee~! I’ve fulfilled a childish dream of mine to be a giant robot!
“Sis~!” I rotated to accept the hug of my incoming sister and shared giggles over comms, because there was no point in using cant instead. “It was so wonderful, even if they knocked us into a sex-coma for three months.”
“I know! It certainly kept things from getting boring, though.” I playfully nudged my sister back and then took notice of the fleet of attending ships for us. “Oh, thank you for taking care of us.”
“If you bow and say that in Japanese, I might just declare you my waifu.” Someone joked in response and I smirked before bowing at the waist.
“Osewa ni nari arigatōgozaimasu~!” I cheerfully thanked him and I heard him groan in an impressively sexual way. “Anyway, we’re about to downsize into dreadnaughts, do we have clearance to land down on Rannoch?”
“We’re still working on that, but considering you can size down even further to respectably standard humanoid sizes, we may arrange for a Kodiak to pick you up and then ferry you down.” I got in reply and I nodded in understanding before I transformed alongside my sister into our space cuttlefish dreadnought forms and our newborn Planter children got snugly~!
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It burned. It burned worse than anything he’d ever experienced in his life and that was really saying something! “Bryan! No! Get them to medical! Now!” He could hear his nearest and dearest wife, Visilia, shrieking in horror. “Hold on! We’re getting you to healing pools, just hold on!”
All he could offer in response was to cough up black ooze that was supposed to be his blood. That wasn’t good at all and when they reached the healing pools, the black ooze tainted it before it evaporated. “My Queen, it’s not working! It halted the progression, but it isn’t reversing their conditions!”
“Damn it! There must-the new Displaced! She might be able to save them! Send Slayer to retrieve her!” Queen Visilia Themis of the Argentines ordered and Bryan faintly thought how unfair they were being to the new girl…
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As nice as cuddling our newborn ship-squids is, how long are they going to keep us waiting? I was hoping we’d be down on Rannoch and chilling at the mansion for a bit before getting back to work, not kept in the dark on when and where to move. I think I’ve found the downside to being a giant ship.
“Sorry for the delay, but the situation has changed.” The space traffic controller chimed in as a shuttle that I don’t recognize the model of approached from a wormhole in space that looked like a spinning blue disk. The wormhole, not the shuttle. “Board the shuttle promptly.” Okay then.
I transformed down to my true form and floated with an arm wrapped around Yola’s waist and her doing the same for me. The shuttle opened up on the underside instead of the side and pulled us in with a tractor beam. Once inside, I blinked at the sight of the towering hulks in full armor that was not Imperial in design.
At the head of them was the largest humanoid I’ve met who wasn’t a giant, easily towering over us at a lofty 9 feet like Hunter did, but he was easily as wide in the shoulders as Berserker. “Can you turn non-synthetics into Transformers?” Uh, that’s a pretty loaded question to lay on me out of the blue.
“Um, I don’t know about me. Sis?” Yola asked and I shrugged.
“I don’t know, let me consult Primus or reflect on it I guess.” I closed my eyes and tried to ‘tune’ to my Spark. [Primus! Dad! I know you’re one of those deities that don’t exactly-.] I was interrupted from continuing by the same feeling of awe I remember when Hermais hatched her plans for me.
Yes, my child?
[Bwoshit-uh, Hi! Can I convert an organic into a Transformer by any means?] I asked as I looked up at the dark grey with golden trim armored man, who seemed to be trying to peer into my soul.
You will require a synthetic medium to house the Spark of the organic creature, but yes.
[Thanks Dad!] I smiled and nodded at Yola, who gave the armored man a thumbs-up.
Call anytime you need advice my daughter.
I really wish I had a dad to remember right now, but Primus is a really chill dad. “I can do it, but why? What’s going on? I’m not going to just turn someone into a Transformer unless they want to or if it’s necessary.”
“It is very necessary. Berserker and the others are dying of a contagious cancerous Hell-Plague that is essentially turbo-leukemia. It’s not only incurable by our best methods, it destroyed several tons of Vitae-Bacta, the most advanced healing substance available to us.” The man then moved to where we stood and he along with us were dropped-how are we here so fast ?!
“Uh, okay then. I need them to have a synthetic body to-.”
“Done.” Our imposing guide interrupted while walking us through a starkly beautiful gothic structure made of some form of stone that can’t be natural.
“Okay then, I need a ton of argent-.”
“Done.” He interrupted again before bringing us to a room with 5 tubes of glowing turquoise fluid that shimmered like a rainbow. Within were the Doom Marines, each looking disgustingly deformed. Missing body parts, melted flesh, even exposed brain matter!
“Ah, okay, um...okay.” I fretted and several advanced unarmored droids were rolled out that were quickly dressed up in synthskin to look like the person in front of the tube they were meant for. “I feel a little sick. I-I haven’t done this without a feeling of great joy or fondness for the person I’m doing it to and those were on accident.”
“Got it. Honey, you’re up.” The tall Marine announced and an emerald-green slime changeling approached me. I was going to say something, but suddenly I couldn’t breath. My breath had been taken away in anguish and loss at the sight of my husbands and wife on death’s door. I rushed forward, smashing through the glass keeping me from Bryan.
I pulled him out, sobbing and squeezing him to my bosom before I grabbed his salvation and poured myself into him. *Flash !* Guh! Ah, I-I can’t. I need more Argent to save the others! My wife Honey quickly handed me a pill and I took it. I suddenly felt overcharged ! I rushed to Vinnie, my sexy wife, doing the same for her.
M-my synthetic skin is melting off. I’m too hot. I’m killing myself, b-but I have to save-oh, thank you. Honey has coated me, acting as a heat-sink as I pop another Argent tablet. I rushed and rescued Kevin, Rico and then finally Edward. I...I...the heat. Too hot...too…
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“I am so ashamed, but even more I am grateful.” Velka declared over the smoking form of Nora’Feell, who was being doused in water while her sister wept in fear for her wife and sibling. Justice demands that Visilia Themis and all who enacted this travesty pay, but Karma already was ensuring they would remonstrate themselves as much as Velka was for feeling gratitude for Nora’s brainwashed self-sacrifice.
A gasped was heard as Bryan sat up and frantically looked around. “What have you done ?!” Bryan roared, only to stumble and look at his red robotic hand in shock and confusion.
“Saved you. Someone, get Nora in a pool of Vitae-Bacta. Synthetic or not, it’s Argent-based without being hot, it’ll help her.” Slayer declared while thinking he’ll need plenty of time with Isabelle to recover from the self-loathing this act has caused him.
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.”
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“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.
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“Is this anything like a date?” Yola asked me in confusion as we spied on Chrys and Gidget. We’d shrunk down as small as we possibly could through the power of size-changing bullshit aided by our Navel Pearls too, then turned into our ship forms, which starting from our near-ant size left us about the size of beetles, so we could fly around and keep an eye on them.
Gidget took Chrys to the RIT cafe, where Gidget bewildered Chrys with seemingly nonsensical talk that sounded half-insane and half tech-babble. After they had drinks and flavored biscuits, Gidget then dragged Chrys to a movie theater, where Gidget hijacked one of the hologram projectors to give an impromptu lecture on the relativity of quantum mechanics and their limitations when faced with the law-breaking fields of magic, while also sounding like a total ditz.
After that, we followed them to a farm. An honest-to-goodness farm out in the fields away from Qwip-Qwip where they sat on a fence, watching the Space Cows graze while the sun reached twilight. “Yes, this is actually quite a good date to be honest. Even the hijacking of a projector to deliver a lecture to an unsuspecting audience turned out to work out surprisingly well.”
We hovered there, watching as they sat quietly and enjoyed the scenery. “...I had a good time.” I squealed inwardly and danced with Yola upon hearing Chrys admit that. “But…” W-what?! No buts! “But I just blew off a whole afternoon and evening of work. Things are sure to have stockpiled without me there to do anything about it.”
“Meh, let those lazy jackasses riding your coattails actually do some work for once. They may be smart, but they’re dumb. Like, I get it’s nice not to work hard, I barely work, but I don’t just ride someone else’s success. When was the last time you got a report from any of your colleagues that wasn’t, y’know, something you set them to?” Gidget leaned to the side as she looked aside at our daughter and Chrys blinked at her reply.
“...I’m not sure now that you mention it…” Chrys brought up her omni, only for Gidget to place her hand over her’s and shut off the tool with a soft smile and a shake of her head. “...I don’t think...for months. Maybe even a year or more. I just keep taking on so much work, I guess I might be leaving them without much to do…”
“Then fuck em. Not literally. Like, y’know, just chill. Work like a normal person. Don’t act like you’re the only cog in the machine, you’ve got all those little cogs that work just fine without you too. You’ve gotta be taken out.” She leaned towards Chrys. “Lubed up.” Chrys started leaning closer. “Fine-tuned.” They kissed and I squealed as I hugged Yola tighter. “*smooch* Then you’ll be spinning freely every time you’re back to work.”
“...My mom’s place is closer than my apartment right now…” Chrys blushed as she grinned hopefully and Gidget purred like a motorcycle before they vanished in Chrysanthemum’s purple magic.
“Our baby is being laid by that bubbly air-head?” Yola asked in a mixture of disbelief and relief.
“A bubbly air-head with more brains in that empty noggin than most people it seems. Wisdom is just as, if not more valuable than book-smarts. Remember Forrest Gump?” I asked my sister, who scrunched up her brows.
“But he was mentally impaired, not vapid.” Yola replied in bemusement and I hummed.
“Orihime Inoue from Bleach. She’s very air-headed, but brilliant when it comes to book-smarts, since out of the whole cast she’s actually the smartest when she has outlandish or silly thoughts and ideas. Gidget is like that.” I reached for an example from my media knowledge. I remember that despite Orihime being spacey, she actually had top scores in school for instance.
“Oh~ I see it now. Okay, well, so long as Gidget wears more than cheerleader outfits.” Yola huffed and crossed her many tentacle-legs as she nodded her whole body, since we lack any protruding body parts in this form aside from our tendies. “Well, what now? They’ll be porking in our house, Paretia likely won’t enjoy the interruption as it is-.”
“We need a vacation. We’re basically the force multipliers now, not the frontliners. When it comes to that we know better than to just rush in.” At least when it isn’t the right thing to do. “So we’re going home, we’re going to snuggle Paretia, give her serious loving if she wants and fucking relax.” I declared before rising into the air, increasing in size to about freighter-class and Yola followed me towards the coast where we could then follow it south to home.
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“Ha. Ah. Oh~. Y-you’re not trying hard enough!” Luna gasped as Penny thrust her unfamiliar vulpine penis into the Night Goddess’s cunt in the missionary position, feeling the even more alien sensation of her hefty coconut-sized balls slapping against her motherly yet toned ass.
“I-I’m not a herm or male, I don’t know how this is supposed to feel!” Penny protested the critique, but thrust into the mare. “I-I still don’t know how, oof, this is supposed to help me be a better warrior.” Penny gasped and bit her lip as she picked up speed, feeling something building, something that was similar to when she was about to cum. It wasn’t the same though, so she wasn’t sure.
“Y-you’re doing good on that front, but you need to shove that knot into me if you-ah ~!” Luna wailed when Penny followed her suggestion and they both screamed as Penny had her first male orgasm and Luna relished in the hot Argent seed pumping into her currently barren womb.
“Fuck ~! Is it supposed to feel like my balls are trying to leave my cock?!” Penny moaned as she held Luna’s hips tight, keeping the mare snug to her own as she felt her sack going taut and clenching every few seconds as Luna’s muscular stomach softened and filled.
“Unf, yes! It should feel like every fiber of your being is pouring into your mate, th-that your hot seed carries all of your passion to f-fill your lover.” Luna spasmed as she came again, glad that she’d magically dismissed her male organs for this important lesson.
“Unf~ yeah. It feels like that.” Penny panted and hunched forward to rest her basketball breasts on Luna’s slowly swelling belly. “S-so how was this supposed to help me be a better warrior?”
“A-ah. Right. I won’t lie, this was mostly to satisfy your raging lust and desire to breed your teammates. However, I decided to teach you more about your body rather than just use my own phallus to pleasure you.” Luna huffed and rubbed her pregnant-looking dome. “I have also not had a good dicking in a while. I don’t have the time to hunt down my lovers lately and my lovers are all busy too.”
“Ah. Right. Thanks. This was really fun to learn, even if it was a bit embarrassing.” Penny smiled weakly at the fact that she had to watch and listen to Luna explain, in excruciating detail, the general sponge-like structure of a penis, how it engorged with fluid and hardened, how the nerves should generally arrange to provide pleasure without pain, et cetera. Vaginas were so much simpler! They just rested inside the pelvic cavity and deepened during intercourse without needing to engorge aside from the vulva to entice mates.
“It is no issue. I’m glad to be of-.” Luna was silenced by the door to Penny’s private bunkroom slamming open and they both stiffened, which made Penny hiss in unexpected pleasure as her cock, still knotted in Luna’s pussy, caused her to gush more of her slimy semen at the jolt, making them both groan.
“Luna! Perseus 17 has gone out of lunar orbit-oh. Sorry sister.” Celestia calmed down from her frantic announcement with a sheepish grin. “I can go bother the Moon Movers to-.”
“No, no. I have had an invested interest in the 176 moons of Perseus since it was first discovered, I am not letting a single one of them detach from the planet. I’ll be right along.” Luna grunted as she shifted and Penny moaned as she tried not to cum more. “Oof. Right. I need to now teach Penny how to banish unwanted genitalia.” Penny whimpered pitifully at the fact she would need to learn more about her body while also nutting a dead-sexy mare at the same time.
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“Hm~.” Brennie hummed in pleasure as she laid perched on top of her large belly, full of life growing inside of her womb. Along with more being pumped inside of her since the Trinity brought her Chosen Studs they handpicked a long time ago. “Oh, I missed you all~.”
“So have we, our Broodmother Goddess~.” Chorused her sexy boytoys. Brennie secretly had hunky, hung and hungry male attendants here in Paradise for whenever she ended up in this very predicament. Considering they got to live in an isolated and perfectly safe literal paradise with working amenities and modern conveniences, they have one of the best jobs ever. To prove they are hers, they wear a ring with the Doom Slayer sigil.
“Dang kids.” Vinnie huffed as she wiggled about. “At least they let us rest and have me run more tests.” She grumbled before looking through her notes. She was also getting a massage from Alonso and clearly enjoying it with a wagging fluffed-up tail and perky ears.
“Anything of interest about our new body?” Brennie asked her sister, rubbing her hyper pregnant belly as best she could. This was anathema to her Aspects and she relished it in secret. Only Vinnie knew of how much she adored being pregnant, all thanks to Dongoruas so long ago.
“Yeah. It’s possible we might have more than three transformations. As to how we can achieve this feat or if it’s even possible, I’m not certain.” Vinnie stated while wriggling against Alonso’s oiled-up hands. “Mm~. Deeper. I may not be organic anymore, but that still feels good .”
“Three, huh? I wonder...” Brennie mumbled in consideration while remembering what she read about Nora and Yola’s latest transformations and what they were capable of. “Think we might be ships too?”
“Maybe, maybe not. We’ll have to properly test ourselves like how Rico, Edward and Kevin are definitely doing ahead of us.” Vinnie huffed with a pat of her hyperpregnant belly’s sides. “While we’re relaxing on this beach, getting fat with robot babies, those three are getting a leg up!”
Brennie snorted and laid her head down on her massive beach ball sized milk tanks tits. “Yeah.” Brennie muttered before she whimpered and grunted in orgasm from the stud fucking her finally working her over. “Oh~ yeah. Feel free to bust another nut in me.”
“Unf, sorry Brennie, but you’ve already milked me and the boys dry. Would you like some more oil massaged into you?” The earth pony stallion that had been plowing her pussy asked and Brennie fought to remember his name. It’s been a long time and he was also fairly new.
“No, that’ll be all. Go ahead and relax.” Brennie ran her long fur-frilled dragon tail over him affectionately before he stood on her underbelly and moved down to slide to the sand.
“I’m good too, Alonso. I want some private time with my sis.” Vinnie told the Tartarus demon stallion, who patted her ass affectionately and slid down her underbelly too. “Alright, so, what’s up sis? You don’t usually have the Breeder Boys all at once. You tuckered them all out in record time too.”
“I guess my female body was longing to bear children again. Perhaps I wanted a man’s touch as well.” Brennie sighed fondly as she looked towards Vinnie. “Wanna make out?”
“Whoa. That came out of nowhere.” Vinnie snickered as Brennie pouted at her. “Aw, you look so cute~.”
“Sis, you’ve been a horrid fucking tease forever . Don’t think I’m the only one to notice you flirting with one of us.” Brennie huffed incredulously and Vinnie flinched.
“...Fuck. I thought I was able to play it off as me being me. I know we’re siblings in name and creed only, but that still counts.” Vinnie insisted and Brennie raised an eyebrow. “Don’t give me that look! Wiatr gave me the same look when she told me she knew about my feelings about you all before the Honeymoon!”
“Sis, we have to remember we’re a part of a fucked-up family. True, we shouldn’t be doing that sort of thing, but I don’t think it’s stopping Urta and Penny. I mean, look at Nora and Yola! We have even fewer excuses than them!” Brennie hissed before letting out a gasp from Donga hugging her from behind. “Donga?”
“I’m happy you’re being so forward, Brennie. As a reward, we’ve arranged for a new Chosen Stud from Rannoch! He’s a very famous breeder.” Donga purred and kissed her after she rounded the hyper-pregnant dracowolf.
“Mm! *smooch* Is it that Vaetor guy that tended to Nora and Yola for their hyper-pregnancies?” Brennie asked excitedly, since she heard he was an incredible lay and all the preggos loved how he serviced them.
“The very same.” Donga answered with a lustful grope of Brennie’s boobs and the preggo dracowolf moaned needily. “However, he’s still working on Rannoch too. You also have me and my sisters to contend with right now~.” Donga purred and the bear-based Goddess of Chaotic Space made Brennie’s cunt clench hungrily at the very idea of a triple-team from them.
“Uh, don’t we have a lot of work to do?” Vinnie asked meekly and Donga chuckled saucily.
“Yes, but not yet. Things haven’t reached the tipping point yet and don’t forget that time between here and home is pointless thanks to me~.” Eris teased when she emerged from around Vinnie’s giant ten-foot baby belly along with Hermais, the two buxom noodly babes already removing their sexy secretary suits.
“Which means you two get to enjoy breeding more noodles with us! Thanks to the alicorns besides deities being mortal, a good portion of our brats have to go all ‘Order’ on the universe to keep it stable.” Hermais huffed in frustration, remembering how that landed her and her mom in hot water when this all began so many thousands of years ago.
“Fuck yes! Come at me all at once like our first time!” Brennie demanded excitedly and could practically feel her ovaries swelling in anticipation. At least Urta left before she degenerated to this level of need or Urta would likely end up filling her with enough pups to populate a city. As orgasmic as the thought alone was, she couldn’t possibly handle that much overload right now.
“Yes, our lovely Broodmother Goddess~.” The triplets chorused and Donga’s giant dick slapped between the red dracowolf’s bubbled ass cheeks.
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“So this is where you went, Martra?” I asked the tiger-taur as I kissed her cheek upon finding her at the breakfast table when I woke up and came to the kitchen for breakfast. She was wearing a cute nightshirt that said ‘Cream Kitty’ stretched across her breasts and was nursing a cup of coffee where she sat across from Paretia who was looking at her omni while sipping a similar cup of coffee.
“My clan isn’t with the Feros Colony anymore. I’ve grown more closely with our odd situation than any of my kin.” Martra purred and smooched my cheek back before looking at her omni. “So, where are the kids hun?”
“They’re at the hospital getting their early-life gene modifications, they’re on bed rest for recovery, remember?” Paretia reminded the six-legged tauric tigress before she looked up at me with a soft expression. “Nora. Good to see you again. I thought when you came back as a moon-sized ship factory, that was the end of you.”
“You won’t be rid of us so easily.” Yola chirped when she entered the breakfast nook and smooched Martra on the other cheek before we both sat down. “So, how are things here on the homefront?”
“The kids are doing good, they’re getting their gene mods so they’ll grow up with the advantages I’m only now benefiting from. Saren-sweetie hasn’t come back from his last mission though and I’m getting worried. He hasn’t been away this long before and the kids are asking for him.” Paretia said sadly and Martra’s long tail popped up on her side of the small table to rub against her chin.
“Love, even if he never returns, everything will be fine.” Martra soothed Paretia, who it seems has become her mate in the time since she was breeding Yola and I and then went to Feros for some reason. Actually.
“So when did you leave your clan to join Paretia?” I asked curiously of the Cat-Kut, who raised her brow at Yola instead of me with a catty grin and she blushed.
“Ever since you joined us back when the Thorian was trying to enthrall everyone on Feros? So quickly?” Yola asked in surprise and Martra shrugged, sending her basketball boobs bouncing in her blue breast-binding shirt.
“Cat-Kut form bonds based on chemistry. I bonded to your group almost immediately, especially since Penny was emitting pheromones broadcasting her desire to snuggle and love me. While Paretia might not have been part of that initial group, she is part of your clan, so it was easy for me to find love with her.” Martra purred loudly and Paretia smiled at her catty lover.
“Don’t get me started, I need to be ready to pick up the kids later today and I can’t do that if I’m stuffed with your kitty cream.” Paretia winked and looked at us. “That said, why are you two here? Not that I’m not happy you’re home for once, but what’s the occasion?”
“I’ve declared that we need a vacation. Sure, Hell is definitely gearing up for war to invade both our galaxy and Andromeda, but Yola and I just got finished spending three months creating our 44 beautiful super-dreadnought Planter children. Then whenever the Reapers arrive, we’ll need to convert them into Planters, so we’re going to take a break before then.” I informed our lovers while lamenting that the rest of my wives were all away, training or in Marrow’s case I guess governing? How does being a changeling queen alter her duties?
“Wait, I just realized! We’re not married!” Yola shouted as she pointed at Paretia and Martra and I gasped at the atrocity! Paretia was just as close to me as Marrow, but she hadn’t married us! Martra was fairly mobile and tended to be off somewhere, so her not being around was a factor, but she was precious to us even so!
“Yes we are, did Marrow forget to tell you?” Paretia huffed and held up her left hand, revealing her outside finger had a ruby wedding band and Martra held up her beryl band, causing us to sigh in relief.
“Yes, she did. In fact, we only got a brief visit from her, how is she doing?” Yola asked and Paretia looked behind us, causing us to blink before I squeaked when a hand groped my nude booty, since my tentacle went between my ass cheeks to cover my cunny. I whirled around to squeal and hug my wife around the neck and Yola wrapped her arms around her waist as we peppered her cheeks with kisses. “Marrow! We’re so happy you’re home!”
“I’m just happy you’re able to think past building the next planet-ending battleship.” The Changeling Queen kissed us both back and sat down at the table. “Don’t worry about the orgy part of the wedding ceremony, we agreed to put it on hold until the others returned from training. That said, what are you doing here on vacation when you should be at RIT in the training simulator?”
“We’re tired, we want a break even if we don’t strictly need one.” I huffed and watched Chrys stagger into the kitchen with a messy and satisfied morning-after look to her even if she was wearing a massive nightshirt that managed to drape to her thighs despite her b-ball boobs. “Morning Chrysanthemum. How was your night?”
“Fucking magical mom. Gidget is snoring up a storm downstairs, so don’t be surprised if she’s around. I’ve gotta get ready for work and schedule tasks for my team so I’m not stealing all the glory. Hey mom.” Chrys approached and kissed Marrow’s cheek, then went and did the same for the rest of us. “You have a good day.” She then flashed away in teleportation.
I was so happy to see she’d loosened up a bit.
“About damn time. She’s the most likely to be my princess after all.”
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I was lounging next to the pool and enjoying an alcoholic drink a couple of days later when I yelped from my flat stomach suddenly inflating to the size of a semi-truck and I fell into the pool belly first. “W-what the fuck?!” I gasped and grunted as whatever was inside me wriggled around. “Oh~ stop! Stop! You’ll burst me~!” I screamed and whimpered as Paretia, Yola and Martra rushed out at the crashing splash and my screams of distress, ignoring that the overflowing pool water was soaking their socks and paws respectively.
“Sis! Oh gosh, what is it?!” Yola asked as she ran to my rear and pressed on my underbelly.
“I don’t know ~! I was just relaxing and suddenly something just appeared inside of me!” I’m so lucky I didn’t explode! I don’t know how I’ll survive that! Unlike before, where I could just jump from machine to machine, I have a Spark rooted to this body now. I could’ve died!
“Can’t you just change size to get it out?” Martra asked and I remembered I totally could do that.
“Thanks for reminding me.” I took a deep breath and focused, carefully maneuvering myself as I grew larger so that I wouldn’t break anything with my fat giantess ass as I soon towered over the mansion and stepped over to the area where the ground was enchanted for hyper-breeding purposes. I cradled my small pot belly and squatted down, thankful that I’d already been naked as I pushed with my vaginal muscles since I wasn’t properly pregnant.
Soon I was able to pass what looked like a battered 1970s yellow Camero and I collapsed onto my back to gasp and recover. “Why was Bumblebee in my womb?!” I groaned before picking the Transformer up. “Hey wake up!” No response. I quickly cradled him to my bosom and ran my hands over him, searching for-there. I morphed the tip of my pinky into a plug and connected to his ‘gas’ port. He’s not doing so well. Extensive damage, Spark is flickering.
I summoned some of my Gray Goo and injected it into his chassis with the directive to restore/repair and then meld with him after they’d done their job. “So, what is that?” Paretia asked curiously as I continued to hold the unconscious Autobot to my breasts while my nanite slurry repaired him.
“A Transformer, like Yola and I. He’s more of a traditional sort though, mostly mechanical than biosynthetic, but the biology-mimicking CNA is still present, so he’s not just a robot.” I informed my lover as I kept him steady while I watched his repairs progress quickly. Within an hour, his damage was fixed and I was comfortable with disconnecting from him. I moved to the front of the mansion to set him in the long driveway. Even though there’s no ground-based vehicles besides for recreation anymore, roads were still important for pathfinding on land.
“So is he going to wake up?” Martra asked as she sipped her tequila or the Rannoch equivalent at least. We were all in vacation mode even if Marrow could only join us in the evenings.
“Eventually. He could be up in a few seconds or a few decades. It’s up to his Spark.” I informed them before shrinking down and patting my muscular abdomen. “I’m going to need something to settle my nerves after that, let’s go get some Argent and food.”
“That’s not going to happen to me though? Right?” Yola asked worriedly and I shrugged.
“No clue. You’re exactly like me in every way besides one or two personality differences. You might have it happen, it might never happen. Hopefully not, because that fucking hurt like a bitch.” I huffed as we entered the house and I enlarged the tips of my tendies covering my nips and groin as Paretia’s trio of rugrats chased each other and squealed. Paretia wasn’t a prude, but I didn’t like being nearly-naked around children and having a me-bikini was bad enough without it being nearly nonexistent.
“Is that ‘Bumblebee’ going to help us?” Paretia asked as she watched her children happily.
“He’s a hero in the source material I have memory of. Hopefully he will, but I’m fine if he’s done fighting and wants to do whatever.” I bent over in the fridge to dig for the chilled cans of Argent. It didn’t really change the flavor or anything, but chilled Argent was crisp and refreshing to it’s usually hot and chest-warming quality. Hm, could I infuse Co2 in it to-eep!
I stood up and pouted at Pareita who was smirking with the offending hand up in the air and a playful expression. “Sorry, couldn’t resist slapping that ass with it out and on offer the moment the kids ran downstairs.”
“If we weren’t waiting for the honeymoon orgy I’d fuck you pregnant right now.” I grumbled and blinked before I checked my front. My penis is gone...my penis is gone ! Oh, wait, calm down girl. It’s the tentacle acting as your bikini bottom. You’re fine girl, it’s fine. You still have your dick. “I need a drink.” I grumbled as I cracked open the can and took a quaff while I considered if there was a way to make Argent alcoholic when it was already an aphrodisiac.
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“How is it looking?” Cocoa demanded from her underlings in the nearly pitch-black tent she was hiding with her two subordinates under.
“Not good, too many, too fast.” The black jackal diamond dog on her left hissed as rumbling stones echoed nearby.
“They’re using Relays to spread in their own dimension rapidly, demons breeding faster. New worlds with Icons of Sin being established.” The black labrador diamond dog on her right whispered as the fires of Hell roared nearby, causing the three spies to still as the Forgemaster they were using the small cave behind for this quick meeting stomped about and hammered away at whatever tool of demonic death-dealing he was creating today. “They are preparing.”
“Curse it. May need to bargain with Heaven for alliance at this rate.” Cocoa snarled to herself. They’d avoided associating with those snobby assholes in Heaven for the longest time because they’re little better than Hell. The only good thing about them was they didn’t see a point to the subjugation and slaughter of all mortals, but they would take exception to Hell claiming another foothold into Heaven, which this universe possessed. “Good work, enter Cocoa for transit.”
“Yes, Goddess of Secrets.” The two whispered and Cocoa’s two side heads opened their mouths wide and quickly engulfed the two females before gulping them down into her Navel Jewel compressed slime womb directly. She wasn’t Wiatr or Urta, she didn’t have to worry about de-aging anyone and it was a convenient way to decrease the number of bodies that could be spotted in infiltration and exfiltration that needed more than one operative.
Her subordinates safe within her, Cocoa ate the tent cover that matched the stone of the small cave they’d chosen for their meeting point and the chocolate lab slime cerberus slithered with all speed back towards the small breach they’d made into Hell for this spying operation.
Most demons didn’t bother to even notice her as she poured down the rocks and acted like disposed dirty water, which while rare, wasn’t unheard of in Hell’s dimension. Not all demons drank the red sap of the ichor trees for hydration after all. Those were for the higher castes anyway. Only the warriors got to enjoy the fresh blood of their victims.
There was one close encounter with a curious Imp of all demons, who ran his claws through her as she passed and licked her clean of him and he clearly enjoyed her flavor since he kept following for a while and licking up traces of her from his claws until she poured through the cracks in the ground and out of the breach portal back on Sebastian, the planet they were using for the breach, which was closed the moment she began reforming with guns aimed at her.
“Cocoa returns with grave news.” She huffed and let her womb swell out before opening her belly casually like a flower and her operatives stepped out of her. “Call Urta, we need a War council.”
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“My Lord, it would seem the Empire has taken the bait.” Bounty informed the Dark Lord of Hell.
“Excellent, I’m sensing a ‘but’ there, however. Did that old bitch’s favorites manage another ass-pull?”Satan Asmodeus, garbed entirely in red and his body so dark that it seemed to suck in light asked calmly.
“Apparently they have survived, now they are Transformers. However, it would seem they have lost some of their abilities. Such as Berserker’s Anti-Magic, Runner’s Eye of Tzeentch and Hunter’s Telepathy. Unsure about Pillar’s Gravity ability.” Bounty answered his question.
“Then we’ve successfully weakened them, meaning they’ll be easier to manage. How goes the efforts to cease the ascension of Nexus?”Satan Asmodeus questioned while tapping his black scythe against the stone arm of his throne in the 9th sphere of Hell.
“Poorly. Whatever means it is that those damn snakes have Established her, she’s on a steady course and we cannot see a way to prevent it, not with how powerful she’s become already.”
“Hm, I figured as much. Then again, we can pull off the same stunt the Doom Marines had done to us. They are our target of vengeance after all and we will make everyone else watch their galaxy burn.” Asmodeus declared with vindictive certainty as he looked over at the orb that held the other half of his essence. “After all, so long as my bastion remains secure, I can face them myself without risk. Now then, get on your knees. I know you only come to me yourself when you want a bone, little doggy.”
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Brennie woke up with a snort, surrounded by her Chosen Studs as they prepared the daily ritual of pampering her the way she likes it. “Oh, good hubbies~.” She cooed as they rubbed their oiled-up hands all over her body, her pregnant belly shrunken down to a more manageable one.
“You love calling us that, don’t you~?” The stallion stud she finally remembered, Anvil, chuckled as he looked down at the ring. “Is that why you wanted us to wear these on our marital fingers? Naughty Broodmother Goddess~. Pretending to be a harem queen.” He, along with the others, presented their hefty cum orbs to her, which seemed to have grown more as they sloshed with their payloads.
“Unf, yes. My harem of sexy husbands. I’m such a naughty, filthy, brood-hungry slu-.”
“I’m afraid that’s enough fun. Today those dozens of little ones inside you should be ready to join the universe.” Hermais interrupted when he appeared on the ceiling and Brennie mewled in disappointment while her team of sexy adonises all politely bowed slightly and left.
“So soon? It’s already been two months inside this pocket dimension?” Brennie was enjoying this vacation so much. She hasn’t been allowed to slow down for centuries, let alone full-stop pampering. She was lucky to be able to pop in and play at being in Wiatr’s position for a weekend a month and those were usually full of frustration-venting sex instead of relaxing. “Are you sure you can’t make more time?”
“Yes. You’ve been gone for two ‘real-time’ days. You have work to get to now.” Hermais reminded her and she sighed wistfully as she rubbed her growing belly, wanting to enjoy it while she could if she was giving birth today.
“I wouldn’t mind three years of being big, fat and pampered.” Brennie mumbled as she leaned on her ten-foot across and swelling fecundity. Mrr~. So fucking full . If only she’d known how wonderful this was before being stuck with ‘entropic’ Aspects. At least Urta only has War to contrast with Fertility with Power being neutral.
“We don’t have the luxury of spending three real-time months in here for three years. Time here isn’t that dilated.” Hermais reminded her as he rolled Brennie onto her navel so she was perched on her growing womb and able to relax. “Well, you’re already making yourself immobile, would you like me to roll you to Vinnie since she’s due today too?”
“Oh yeah, fucking roll me…” Brennie whimpered, her tail whipping about excitedly as she pressed down on her lactating breasts.
“Here we go.” Hermais snapped his fingers and the bedroom walls and ceiling dissolved to reveal the beach resort of Dongoruas’s Paradise in the milk/cum tank in the Heart of Harmonia and Brennie moaned as she continued growing while Hermais rolled her across the sand towards the 50-foot around yellow sphere that was Vinnie.
Soon she matched her sister in size and was pressed up against her before the sand displaced slightly to make a comfy pool for her next to her sexy sibling, who was dozing away under the sun, her sexy body nude like Brennie’s for full exposure to the simulated star. “Morning sis.” Or not dozing, she just looked so at peace that she seemed asleep at first.
“Morning. You’re looking extra beautiful today.” Brennie complimented her sister, who appreciated her words and showed it by sharing a passionate kiss with her, since Hermais had so kindly rolled her against her sexy sister at an angle so they’d be nearly facing each other. “Mm~.” Brennie reached around as much of her right tit as possible to give Vinnie’s left beach ball boob a grope and she enjoyed Vinnie’s moan into her lips.
“*smooch* You too. Maybe we should steal Wiatr and Urta’s Fertility Aspects. Hm~?” Vinnie playfully suggested as she wiggled her eyebrows, making Brennie giggle and smack her thicc tail against Vinnie’s ass since that was as far as she could reach with them both perched atop bellies the size of hot-air balloons full of chaos noodles and others.
“How scandalous of us, sister! Stealing our wife's duties and abusing it for living out our fantasies of being perma-preg planets.” Vinnie playfully joked and Brennie moaned, her cunt gushing lube in ecstasy just at the thought! “Unf~! I-I know. Me too. Lunahisa is the hottest damn thing in the multiverse for being just that.”
“No, Urta is!” Brennie declared with glazed eyes before getting booped on the snoot and clarity came over her hyper-aroused mind. “Oh, c’mon. At least let me get lost in my fantasies.”
“As beyond hot as it is watching you two plot to dethrone my mom and aunt from their roles as the Goddesses of Fertility for our dimension, you need to focus on getting all these babies out of you.” Hermais chided her and Brennie huffed as she felt her body start tightening.
“Oh, fine.” Brennie groaned while panting for breath, her body spasming delightfully as all the sensations that would normally cause pain sparked her brain with pleasure instead as she prepared to birth her newborns alongside Vinnie.
“Now, once you’re done here, Cocoa has asked for the gods of war.” Hermais said while stroking the fecund sides of the two moaning and panting bitches in labor. “As for you Vinnie, things are slow in most other ways, so you’ll get to do whatever it is you want.”
“Aw, how is that f-fair to Brennie~?” Vinnie asked as she and Brennie both began gushing fluids from their birth canals, their pussies puffed up and practically throbbing in ecstasy from how their bodies took pleasure from the act of birth. The feel and sound of their amniotic fluids pouring down their underbellies just made Brennie feel even more aroused~!
“P-please! I want us to s-spend time with our little ones~!” Brennie wailed as she held her sister’s hand.
“No can do sweetie. I’m sorry. You know the draconequus come pre-prepared with already formed egos and the other little dumplings need to go to the nurseries of House Themis. You can visit them there as usual.” Hermais apologized and suddenly his massive churning delicious spunk bunkers were burying her face. “Now, just relax.”
“Mm~...*lick, suck*.” Brennie’s brain went to the baby-batter-balls and how tasty they were...
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“What did you find, Cocoa?” Urta asked her lover, but couldn’t stop staring. Brennie felt so fucking pretty whenever Urta or another of her wives-or husbands -couldn’t take their eyes off of her.
“Hell is starting to mobilize. They’ve increased troop numbers.” Cocoa started off showing the two war gods the numbers on a datapad. She wore a professional black ‘business’ hardsuit, while Urta was in a more ‘fancy’ white hardsuit. Brennie, meanwhile, was practically naked by comparison with nothing but a miniskirt and a tube-top that barely covered her nipples on her giant beach-ball breasts that were seeping milk into the red fabric.
“Where is their fleet?” Brennie questioned as she looked over the report, but it was practically in her face since her massive mams were sitting on the meeting table. Her breasts were still overly gigantic since she didn’t have time to get them milked and downsized. Not to mention she couldn’t find her Nipple Studs or Pasties either, they got lost at some point. She chose to believe that Vinnie had stolen them just to cause this very situation at some point.
“The enemy fleet is by the former Hades Gamma relay location.” Cocoa stated, pointing to a vague map of that region of the Milky Way galaxy.
“How massive?” Urta questioned this time with a grim determination that reminded Brennie why she fell for the vixen besides that she was a package deal with Wiatr. Those eyes could kill a man with the intensity of them and they filled her with both dread and excitement. The dread was mostly because she realized that if Urta really wanted to force Brennie to do something, she had all the cards to convince her.
“By what could be seen; 150,000 ships. We could not gauge the exact numbers from our location.” Cocoa offered with her trio of heads all looking a mixture of angry, apologetic and focused respectfully. Cocoa wasn’t even a consideration to Brennie back in the day. She was just always there . She was the attentive mother the children needed back then, which is why Brennie warmed up to her. Of them all, she was the best parent, hands-down. That was hot .
“In that case, we may need to plead with Nora and Yola of Clan Feell to produce even more of their Planters.” Urta groaned with her face in her hands. “Fucking damn it all. There has to be another way. Those two deserve better than to be turned into nonstop war machines.”
“Bring them over, all of them. Nora, Yola, Penny and co. All of them and make sure the Trinity are here as well.” Brennie suggested and Urta was about to say something when a ‘pop’ echoed, so they turned their attention towards Cocoa to find Eris next to her.
“Won’t work. I’ve run those timelines out. In this instance, the best option is the mean one. Ugh, I hate the Renegade option.” Eris grumbled with a rub of her tired eyes.
“Really? There’s no better choice?” Urta mewled and Brennie huffed while rubbing one of her temples.
“Any of the other options end up with them dead and the future DOOMed. The Chosen Acolytes have Nora and Yola on their hitlist. They know they’re the key to saving us from Hell.” Eris stressed as she leaned against Cocoa, who patted the tired avian draconequus’s back.
Brennie shook her head and then pushed away from the planning table to stand straight, only for her tits to yank her down from not being used to them at this size and she caught herself, jolting her milky beach ball beasts which caused the milk seeping through her tube top to drip onto the floor. “Damn it.” Brennie pushed herself back upright and pouted down at her epic bosom. “Okay, I need this taken care of. Fine, but I expect my saviours to be treated with respect.”
“I’ll assign the most reverent of mine and Wiatr’s admirals. If they fuck up? Well, there are fates worse than death.” Urta declared as she licked her lips and Cocoa did too.
“No. I’m still pissed about this so no milk for you.” Brennie stated angrily as she wobbled out of the room.
“You just turn me on more when you’re angry~.” Urta mewled and groped herself, her breasts already engorged and causing the seam of her hardsuit to split down towards her crotch.
“Cocoa also find wife Brennie to be so sexy when upset, can she help if Urta wife cannot?” Cocoa offered, her own perverse nature shining as her trio of heads licked their chops and her tail wagged so hard the slime was slapping her thicc bubble butt.
“No, I need to be alone right now.” Brennie huffed as she strutted down the hall, her bare metal paws clinking cathartically on the metal floor. “This is such bullshit.”
“Oh? Cocoa smells secrets ~! Cocoa wants in!” Cocoa eagerly stated as she walked alongside the Transformer with her six eyes gleaming brightly and her tail whacking her booty even faster in excitement. Right, Goddess of Secrets. She loves secrets. They’re like doggy treats for her.
“You wouldn’t like them, but if I tell you, I expect you to keep them to yourself.” Brennie demanded from the three-headed dog.
“Hmph! Wife Brennie forgot why Cocoa is Goddess of Secrets. She knows the most secrets in known societies and shares so few. Not just because she is the ultimate mistress of seeking secrets. Like, for instance, that wife Brennie has a secret harem of boy-toys to satisfy her naughty, sexy urges without imposing on the rest of us. Which Cocoa wished wasn’t so, Cocoa would love to pamper wife Brennie.” Cocoa quietly whispered with a trio of left-eyed winks.
“Okay, I’ll let you put puppies in me and pamper me, if you promise not to tell Urta and the others what I tell you?” Brennie pleaded with her and whenever she does this, it’s seriously dangerous. She tested the power of her ‘puppy-dog eyes’ only a few times to devastating effect.
“Cocoa won’t put puppies in wife Brennie, but will pamper. Cocoa does not want Brennie’s insecurities to put further wedges in love life. If Brennie just told them, they might just give Brennie all she wants, but yes. Cocoa promises on condition that eventually , wife Brennie will bear her deepest desires to wives and husbands. Which is moot. Wives Urta, Wiatr, both Cadences, Chrysalis and Honey already know on some level just being who they are.” Cocoa then made a fake gasp. “Oh no, it is as if Wife Brennie has forgotten why she married them.”
“...You’re a real bitch sometimes.” Brennie grumbled and Cocoa gently smooched her cheek.
“Only when she must be. Cocoa loves her mates too much to let them suffer. Now, lay on Cocoa. She is all ears.” Cocoa’s six ears all comically got bigger because slime shenanigans and Brennie rolled her eyes with a mixture of fondness and annoyance.
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“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!
Ch.100
“That was a very nice send-off your warriors did for us, Brennie ~.” Penny cooed at the sexy dracowolf woman. Hot damn, she didn’t know that Berserker had such a feminine side to her with how well he held himself in such a macho way when male. She then sat next to her sister in the cafeteria of the Normandy where everyone was gathering for breakfast.
“Hey, you graduated from the Ripatorium within a year. That deserves respect.” Brennie before going back to enjoying her takoyaki. Hot damn did her cafeteria turn towards her ancestor’s food to the nines and Penny was fucking pleased about it! She hasn’t had this kind of food since she was a street rat in her home city’s Asian ethnic district.
“So, ex-empress?” Penny asked Urta after taking a bite of her okonomiyaki.
“Yep. I’m unpopular right now and I can’t retake the throne because I’d already been on extended war-time powers. I was politely suggested to step down and let someone else have all the responsibility.” Urta casually answered as she ate her ramen. Apparently a lot of asiatic-style cuisine was very popular in Andromeda and since the Normandy had been in Andromeda for over a year by this point doing odd jobs to keep everyone busy, so her cafeteria reflected this.
“Why are you unpopular?” Garrus asked as he enjoyed his ramen too, his body now fully protein-neutral and able to process levo just fine. Which, along with him being paradoxically taller yet lithe and being the fastest of everyone made him exceptionally skilled at reflexive action. Which made sense since Garrus was the best sharpshooter around.
“Because I allowed the atrocity that is essentially forcing two beautiful women chosen by Hermais and blessed by Wiatr and I to create life exclusively for war. War is important to my people, but Life and more importantly: Freedom of Choice takes paramount to everything. Even common sense in some cases. I didn’t like what I had ordered done to your wives, my step-sisters, any more than most, but I had to ensure your galaxy would survive.” Urta wilted, her ears drooping as her tail pooled on the floor.
“I’m still pissed about that, but at least you feel bad about it and your damn Empire actually has some sense over it. That doesn’t mean I’ll forgive them.” Brennie commented as she grabbed a few egg rolls from a serving tray.
“I can’t forget it, but I have already forgiven you. However, I don’t know if they can forgive you.” Penny told her sister as Tali sat down next to her. The quarian had developed quite the muscle definition in her time at the Ripatorium, same as the others. She also however possessed cybernetic enhancements in the form of converting her eyes to glowing optics and she had a cerebral uplink to her bio-synthetic brain. A process that left everyone terrified she’d lobotomized herself, but she was now essentially an LI in an organic body.
“I think they will. Nora and Yola will be angry, annoyed and agitated, but they’ll likely just be proud of their achievement in the end. Knowing them, they’ll even have enjoyed it.” Tali said before she pursed her lips. “No Jun, I am not-I wasn’t! Jun, behave or I’ll put you in the advertisement partition again. I mean it!” Tali shouted at herself and everyone snickered at her argument with her ‘teenage’ son of an AI. “Eugh...by Primus are teenagers difficult.”
“Aren’t you glad you skipped that now when you had children before?” Miranda, now a 7-foot tall amazon matching Tali in shape and musculature, snickered from down the table as the beautiful human woman with an ass-length mane of hair that, with a trick she learned about her biotics, could turn into a lethal offensive weapon as well as a conduit for enhancing tactile biotics. Keratin was biotic-friendly, who knew? Nobody bothered to try before.
“I’m not.” Ashley, who was a foot taller than both Miranda and Tali, huffed wistfully as the muscular amazonian woman with a long whip-like braid of hair put her cheek in her palm. “Dealing with difficult brats is half the fun. I had to do it with my younger siblings and it was more fun than frustrating.”
“So says you. I babysat when I was younger and that was enough for me.” Jacob, who was of matched height with Ashley snorted as his mm ~ adonis-level of musculature quivered through his hardsuit with his amusement. Penny could stare at him all day long and it’d never get old, but they’d settled on being friends with occasional benefits rather than try for anything serious.
“Salarian mating and egg-laying process impersonal. Females raise all children without input from males. No experience on my part.” Mordin commented, the wiry salarian didn’t get much taller or bulkier. If anything, he seemed almost unchanged...until you saw him casually bitch-slap a Hell Knight away by around ten feet while he was tending to injuries.
“That is such a shame. My salarian partners were quite spirited. I find it hard to believe your people don’t enjoy the act.” Samara said as she softly smiled around her mug. She’d apparently physically de-aged according to her, along with joining the others in the Tall Club at 7 feet and the hyper-busty club with a bosom matching the norm for post-mod females with a thicc lower body that rippled with muscle.
She was also quite happy to learn from the doctors that she wouldn’t have to worry about birthing Ardat-Yakshi anymore and that her duty as a Justicar put her under the aegis of Velka, who set the woman straight regarding the draconian shit-stain that was the Justicar Code. Not every crime should be punished with death and people just doing their jobs shouldn’t be killed for obstructing ‘justice’ et cetera.
Thus, Velka unbrainwashed her, apparently unbrainwash is a word. She helped turn Samara into a healthy and functional person again. The fact this paired with her biotically being able to pulp a whole squad of demons without even getting any blood on her made her Hyper Lethal even if she didn’t beat Penny or Grunt in Badassery.
“Ma’am.” A super buff hispanic man said as he approached the table that had become known as the Table of Titans considering everyone was a tall, sexually appealing entity of muscle. “The ESA assigned me to the ground team. Lieutenant James Vega.” Huh? How did he get to Andromeda? Well, at least it seems the Empire is staying friends, then.
“Damn it, I told them not to...ugh. Okay Lieutenant, not to hurt your feelings, but you’re really outclassed here. You’ll likely be put on rear-guard or other less risky duties while we do the heavy lifting.” Penny warned the soldier who nodded in prompt acceptance. “That...I expected you to protest.”
“Ma’am, I am standing before a legend, who is a hyper-busty amazonian anthro fox surrounded by giants able to make paste out of me with either the flick of a wrist or their minds. I may have a decorated history of service, but I have no illusions that I’d be able to beat any of you.” The buff and professional soldier replied and Penny smiled, she liked him already.
“Hmm, Well I’d say he’s a badass even without our mods.” Urta chuckled and eyed him hungrily. “Hm, say, how do you feel about knocking boots with the current ex-Empress of the Empire?”
“I...um. I wouldn’t object outright, but I’m a bit uncomfortable jumping straight into that without getting to know someone first.” James replied with a faint flush to his cheeks and Penny cackled. He was adorable! The ship now had a new acting mascot!
“Don’t worry, I’ll keep my wife from soiling your innocence.” Brennie commented with amusement and Urta laughed while playfully patting the dracowolf’s bicep.
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“I feel a disturbance in the Force.” Martra suddenly said as her fur fluffed up and she paused in her waxing of Bumblebee’s chassis. He didn’t understand why she was polishing him, but he appreciated it nonetheless. Also, the Force wasn’t real...was it?
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Ah~ ahn~! S-stop wriggling ~! I know having your chassis replaced is a very uncomfortable affair, but I have to repurpose all the bits that have Indoctrination emitters, which is most of all of you. “How is it going, Nora?” Nox asked when he sat down at my main console, sipping his coffee as usual.
“Oh, y’know, pretty good. They’re a bit, oof, difficult today.” I answered the skaven man as I continued my work on the latest batch of 20 cruiser-class Reapers to be converted to Planters. I’d been at this for much longer than creating and birthing my original 500 Planters. I was still able to do up to 14 of the super-dreadnought Reapers and 20 of the cruiser Reapers in one go within two days by this point and each time they left and entered me was a parade of orgasms, so the fulfilling work between ‘insemination’ and birth wasn’t the only treat.
“Sorry to hear that, but the good news is that’s the last of them.” Nox’s words made me almost pause in all my work on my adopted children, but I began to rush after processing the news.
“Finally! Ugh! I can’t wait to hug and kiss my family.” I groaned as I hurried to achieve the impending relief of being released from my duties. I had fun, but not being a constantly going non-stop 24-7 365 shipyard. The work itself was nice, but I would prefer to never do this on such a massive scale again if I could help it. Well, not for this long , I wouldn’t mind-ahem, right, brain.
“I’ll clean up my quarters and have the others do the same. Wouldn’t be kind to leave a mess after you’ve been our home for the past year.” Nox stated before he chugged his coffee. “You did good, Nora. Your efforts will have saved so many lives. Already the Reapers you’ve converted to Planters are working to replace the old Relays so the Conduit-Class Relays can be retired and studied for refinement based on Catalyst’s provided schematics of the originals.”
“Please do. As much fun as it was to hear some of you have fun inside me, some of it sounded really messy.” They had birthdays, anniversary celebrations over hologram calls with spouses, even a baby shower for one of the geonosians who got pregnant not even a month into crewing me. She had her eggs within me, they hatched and she raised them as she still did her job, using my breast milk to help feed them…
I...I’m going to miss them...oh my gosh. Primus...I...I love them. I hate them, but I love them.
“Don’t you worry about that. We’ll even clear off the crew roster-.”
“No! No...leave the roster please…at least leave your names in my registry history.” I can’t believe I feel so strongly about this. I mean, I guess I really am a shipgirl. I would have some sort of soul of such, right? I wasn’t all that into ships when I was human, but ever since I came here, even before I became one, I felt an oddly strong kinship with ships.
I still remember that little freighter I left Rannoch for the first time on. I hope she is doing well.
“Very well, if that is your wish. Goodbye, Nora. I apologize for imposing so much on you.” Nox patted my console and left. I felt him leave my bridge for his room as everyone joined him in packing their belongings and cleaning up my insides.
I felt strangely lonely…
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“Hey, they’re gone!” Joker declared after they reached the Tikkun system through the Harmony Gate. It was an interdimensional wormhole gate that Harmonia hosted and could move between points and hold up indefinitely regardless of size or distance. This specific gate was one made of her woven and fused branches and reinforced with armored structural framing. It wasn’t the first of its kind, but it was the first established in the Milky Way.
“They should be done. Admirals Nox and Nostradomus reported a couple days ago that they were working on the last of the Reapers to be converted to Planters.” Urta said upon Joker’s observation being heard and Penny perked up brightly at the hope of seeing her wives soon.
“Wait, seriously? They birthed and rebirthed that many?” Brennie asked and Penny could sense the raw arousal the dracowolf was restraining, but it also brought that to Penny’s own mind. She hadn’t thought of it that way and now she’s getting a bit hot too! Oof, calm down girl...
“With that, the Reaper threat is gone. Now we can truly focus on Hell. They’ll likely be invading planets we haven’t even discovered yet first and then launching assaults on us using those planets as footholds.” Miranda declared as she was already working at her omni, the beautiful woman as dutiful as ever in managing the Normandy and affairs associated with her.
“That is a good observation, Miranda.” Penny praised her friend who smiled beautifically. Shame Miranda was strictly straight. She enjoyed the few trysts they had together when her increased libido caused her to experiment, but the woman decided she prefered purely male company.
“So there is a good chance of us fighting them face-to-face. Good. I don’t want all this work we did to go to waste on space battles.” Grunt huffed and everyone nodded in agreement.
“You say that like it’s a good thing. Don’t be so eager to rush into battle.” EDI chided from her body rather than from the intercom since she was docked in the Astromech socket next to Joker. While in Andromeda, she chose to primarily inhabit an Astromech droid due to her role as the ship’s navigation and system aid anyway. She was a sleek and sexy R6 model that was silver with crisp blue accents. She didn’t want a battle droid or a ‘companion’ droid since nothing in Andromeda matched what RIT or her parents could make.
“It's not, but all that training would be a waste otherwise.” Grunt huffed in reply and Brennie nodded in agreement while EDI turned her conical head to her husband.
“I’m so glad I married a sensible man instead of some meat-headed combat junky.” EDI snipped and Joker chuckled as he held up his hands.
“Whoa, hey, no throwing stones when your husband can barely lift you, let alone fight off an angry krogan.” Joker couldn’t help his amusement and EDI span her head as she giggled.
Those two were so adorable, especially when sex wasn’t even a component of their relationship since that crotch-cup was the closest they got to it. “Well, we’re here for a well earned rest anyways. We’ll be landing on Rannoch for any updates to the Normandy deemed suitable, so we’ll be having a good deal of shore leave this time, no more being lent out to the Empire as an errand ship while I and my team are getting our asses kicked in by unforgiving taskmasters.”
Penny’s announcement got a resounding cheer from the crew as Joker and EDI masterfully guided them through the Rannoch Space Traffic Authority’s digital paperwork within seconds. Once done with that, they flew them down to land in the military spaceport outside of Qwip-Qwip that had a tram running to RIT since RIT wasn’t a centralized building due to its nature as an experimental research facility as well as a learning institution.
The moment Penny descended the boarding ramp she put her hands on her hips and took a deep breath through her nose before sighing as her tail swished. “So good to be home.”
“You don’t consider Earth to be home?” Urta asked her sister as she stood beside her while the crew departed around them, so they soon moved towards the tram station.
“Earth hasn’t been home for over a decade and Nora’s home here is my home too. I can’t wait to arrive. It’s got such a beautiful view of the ocean since it’s on a cliff. There’s even fields and a small forest nearby. When I retire, that’s where I’m staying.” Penny declared as they boarded the first tram to RIT and it smoothly began along it’s rail once enough people had boarded.
“Careful about talking about stuff like that. Murphy is real and he likes to ruin prophetic statements. He kinda already did since you’re nigh immortal. Retirement sucks after a few centuries, take my word for it.” Brennie huffed in frustration and Urta sighed wistfully with nostalgia.
“You retired?” Penny was genuinely surprised. Brennie and Urta didn’t seem the type.
“Shortly after we unified my homeworld and had enough fighting for a lifetime. It turns out, when you don’t age, you crave excitement again after a while. The life of an unaging bitch or bastard is a fluctuating cycle of adventures and downtime. The military is hardly different, it just has more structure to it and more rules.” Urta shrugged and followed Penny off the tram.
“What she said. It’s partly why I never really stopped being a warrior fighting Hell. Not just because of constant vigilance, but I’d be dead bored if I didn’t get some action now and then at least. The same can be said for my people, so we explore our galaxy to find that there are many things we can fight besides Hell. Magic isn’t the only danger we face.” Brennie affirmed with a proud puff of her chest, which did delightful things to her red hardsuit.
“Well, I’ll take your word for it. I don’t know if I’ll live long enough to know the feeling. Ageless or not.” Penny replied before spying Chrysanthemum and she raised her arm to wave, but blinked at seeing the changeling synth was nearly immobile with a belly almost touching the floor of the tram station and breasts the size of beach balls resting on it. “H-holy Urta…”
“Th-that’s me…” Urta muttered in similar shock and arousal while Brennie whistled.
“Hey mom! Glad you’re finally home!” Chrys cheered as she waddled up to the twin sisters and Brennie. Chrys’s lab coat only covered her from behind, leaving her yoga ball belly to be barely covered in a draping silvery maternity dress that somehow managed to cover those gigantic gazongas and go below her belly without touching the floor before following her belly up to her torso rather than just drape around her ankles. “Mom and mom finally got back yesterday too!”
“Chrys? You’re, uh, looking really good.” Penny was struggling to keep her arousal down, her breasts wanted to swell up to broadcast her desire, but she fought it valiantly.
“Holy shit, you’re a fucking embodiment of Fertility. You have this many eggs and you’re not a queen?” Urta asked with unmasked arousal and appreciation as she reached out and rubbed the bug-mare’s belly, the synthetic changeling groaning as Urta’s touch alone did something.
“Oh~...that feels so good…” Chrys mewled and whimpered as she stroked her fecundity while Urta nuzzled and kissed the top of her womb. “Ah...ah...mm~. C-could we please do this somewhere private? Or wait until we get to the mansion?”
“I vote for the mansion!” Brennie declared eagerly and Penny grunted.
“M-mansion, please.” Penny’s tail was fluffed up and her breasts were straining her hardsuit, which unzipped from the pressure and left her medicine-ball sized boobs displaying absolute cleavage down to her navel. “As quickly as your sexy preggo ass can manage.”
“Yes ma’am!” Chrys chirped and began waddling towards the exit.
“So, uh, you found someone or is this like with Javik?” Penny asked awkwardly as the group followed the incredibly dead-sexy bug-mare, idly noting that Tali and Ashley fell in behind them with their luggage. Penny had all her things in her Inventory, likely the same for Urta and Brennie. If Brennie even brought anything with her.
“I found someone! She’s the most beautiful thing in this universe, an example of perfect imperfection. She comes off as a total ditz, but she’s shockingly intelligent and I don’t have to mince words with her!” Chrys answered excitedly before the group reached the courtyard, where the familiar Armax Armada was waiting with Martra waiting at it.
“Martra!” Penny squealed and ran for her fluffy titty kitty to pounce her with a hug, which the massive tiger-taur returned with a nuzzle that Penny gleefully reciprocated. “It’s so good to see you!”
“The feeling is mutual, even if you replaced me as the Normandy’s mascot.” Martra pouted and Penny blinked in bemusement over how she could possibly know that. “That said, Nora and Yola finally finished their jobs as living shipyards and are resting at home. They aren’t getting much rest though with the brats hounding them for attention.”
“Then we’d best be getting home and rescuing them from the onslaught of adorableness.” Urta commented, then backed away when Martra roared at her with a bladder-loosening tigric snarl.
“Do not think that you are welcome. You will be tolerated at best unless Nora and Yola state their willingness to bury the hatchet.” Martra growled and Urta wilted while Chrys used her magic to retrieve Tali and Ashley’s luggage and tossed them in the back of the flying van.
“Have you seen Vinnie yet?” Brennie asked the big cat-kut, who tilted her head adorably.
“Vinnie? Who is that?” Martra questioned in bemusement, her wrath falling away like a child off a cliff in an RPG. It was easy to forget that as sensible as Martra usually is, she’s still a giant murder machine with the attention span of said felines.
“My sister; yellow furred wolf with bunny ears, sexy as Hell.” Brennie gave a brief description, hoping to jog anyone’s memory if they had seen such a character.
“Oh! She’s a guest in one of our rooms. She paid the rent it out for a while, but didn’t say anything other than she was waiting for her sister. I’d offer you to come with us right away, but Paretia’s old van can only fit so many of us.” Martra said, only for Urta to unzip her hardsuit and suddenly her tits were five-foot turquoise jiggling goo-spheres plopped on the floor.
“Climb in babe, you’ll be riding with me!” Urta chirped and Brennie chuckled.
“Won’t even let me fly. Then again, I’d probably be shot down for it.” Brennie shrugged before she climbed into Urta’s cleavage. “Mm, cozy as always~.” She commented before fully being engulfed in titslime and Urta shrunk her boobs back to basketballs and zipped back up.
“Okay people, we’re going to have to get a bit creative with seating. I have to ride in back with Martra and the luggage, you four need to deploy the seats and fly us there.” Chrys informed them as she waddled into the back of the repurposed light-duty military troop transport that was thankfully standing-height for most people and had the back doors almost flush to the ground with a single step up into it.
Martra leered at Urta for a moment before she joined Chrys in the back, closing the doors with her tail and curling around the hyper-pregnant mother-to-be for her comfort and security. “There’s nothing more saddening than facing the music.” Urta mewled and Penny grabbed her bicep before pulling her to the flying van and pushing her into the shotgun seat.
“Well, you need to deal with this sooner rather than later, sis.” Penny insisted as she rounded to the pilot’s seat and waited for Tali and Ash to deploy their seats from the floor storage before she took them into the air. The old repurposed military-turned-civilian vehicle whirred to life and took off as smoothly as it ever did, showing it was well cared for. “Besides, if they can live with my face looking like your’s, I’m sure they could warm up to you.”
“Relax, it’s Nora and Yola, they’re rational people.”
Ch.102
“Is everything ready?” Slayer asked Pillar and Collateral, all three were gathered on the bridge of the Fortress of Doom . For the past year, the fortress served as a training ground and acted as their mobile FOB using propulsion technology developed from Mass Effect tech along with the specific methods that Nora and Yola used while in their shipyard/space station forms. This massive station could now move at the speed of a fairly slow ship, but it even had FTL, turning it into a self-moving Star-Fort .
“Yes, with the Planters running blockade we won’t have to worry about anything getting past us in case Hell decides to counter-attack immediately.” Pillar brought up the galactic map, showing the blockades at strategic locations where they were planning a pre-emptive strike into Hell through breach portals where they would hopefully be able to sabotage them.
“I’m still concerned for Earth.” Collateral admitted to the rest. “I want to bring some of our forces there in case something goes awry. Can’t be too careful with Hellish pricks.”
“Especially since in the original universe of Mass Effect, it was around this time that the Reapers invaded and took Earth right away. Don’t worry, there are several Planter Super-Dreadnoughts along with twice their number in escorting Planter Cruisers in the Sol system spread across the planets to rapidly respond along with the ESA’s own forces.” Pillar brought up while he checked his omni-tool. Those things were damn useful.
“Now then, you two, I know Brennie and Vinnie have finally decided to use some vacation time, but where is Hunter?” Slayer questioned since he couldn’t raise him on comms.
“Lupus has him.” Collateral answered as he checked his weapons. Well, he is a weapon now. The fact Collateral has a heavy plasma mortar or machine gun he can deploy from his hands now was impressive.
“Okay, why does she have him?” Slayer asked rhetorically, he could guess why.
“Sex, I think.” Pillar confirmed and Slayer sat back in his chair with his face towards the ceiling.
“Oh my fucking god. What if she ends up becoming a Transformer herself? Didn’t anyone consider your new bodies might be contagious considering how your new bodies came to be?” Slayer demanded and both of the towering brothers shrugged.
“That’s good. Maybe then she’d stop whining about not being with Hunter.” Collateral huffed and Pillar shook his head.
“No, you know Hunter is harder to get close to than most people. At best he’ll allow her to help him explore his new body. You know how insecure he can be. Besides, Lupus has been after him for ages, if he was willing to let her in, he would have by now.” Pillar countered and Slayer sighed before gesturing to move on.
“Fuck it. Neither of you guys have been contacted by Primus or Unicron, right?” Slayer demanded and got head shakes from the brothers.
“Nothing so far, I think we’re in the clear. I’m not feeling any outside compulsion on my behavior.” Pillar replied before the door coming from the common area opened.
“Does Slayer need another therapy session?” A huge anthro Shih Tzu about the size of Svartr approached the table with a kind smile on her face and clipboard in one hand and a basket of cookies in the other.
She was a First Flame Goddess that had been sealed in a tower on a deserted island until Slayer had found her by chance while chasing a demon. Her name was Isabelle Gwyna , the last surviving half breed of Gwyn. She was the Goddess of Kindness and was the only reason why Fluttershy wasn’t said goddess and instead was an Avatar of the Aspect.
“Uh, no! Of-heh! Of course not! We were just psyching each other up for the slaughterfest!” Slayer quickly answered with a nervous laugh, making Isabelle smile expectantly at him.
“Hm, I see. Well if that’s all, I’ll leave you boys to it.” Isabelle chuckled before handing them cookies and leaving the meeting chamber.
“Seriously dude, just bang her already! She’s been waiting forever.” Collateral huffed at Slayer and the man grumbled as he lifted his helmet to nibble on the macaroon. Isabella made the best cookies.
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“Thank you so much for the reformat, Nexus.” Bumblebee smiled brightly at me with his disturbingly uncanny quarian-like face, that was still yellow and made him slightly unnerving. I also didn’t even feel drained after converting him. It seems if they’re already a Transformer, the process didn’t exhaust me nearly as much.
“You’re welcome, again and again; please put some clothes on.” I demanded as I looked away with a blush. Damn was Bee fit in this travel-size quarian-like form I’d granted him. He may be the same shade of yellow as a Minion from Despicable Me, but aside from that and his mechanical limbs from elbows and knees out, he seemed to be like any other quarian or quarian-like geth.
“Oh, right. In this form I’m not built-in with an outer chassis. I don’t understand the point of it frankly as much as I appreciate this third form.” Bee scratched at his head of black shaggy hair before Yola huffed and started pulling a shirt over him.
“It’s because not everyone is a giant and most races are small compared to Cybertronians you goob. Now get dressed, damn you. Unlike us you don’t have extra limbs to cover up with.” Yola helped him into the black shirt, one of Ghost’s, then helped him put on the jeans, also Ghost’s. Ghost didn’t like having his clothes taken for someone else, but the young mech would just have to accept he didn’t need twelve copies of the same shirt and pants.
What kind of sub-genre of music did the Screaming Vorcha produce? Was it screamo? Did Ghost need to be educated on quality music? The boy needs some AC/DC in his life.
“Ah, compliance with the needs of the situation. I understand.” Bee nodded and adjusted his clothes with cheerful bemusement, because it was obvious he’d never worn clothes before.
“Now that you’re done dressing the creepy old man in my clothes, what now?” Ghost asked me and I blinked in bemusement. Why was Ghost , my son who clearly is going through his rebellious streak, asking me for something to do? “I mean, I read sis’s entire compilation of data on what Transformers are from what she got from you when you created her, so I get that you’re our Prime. What do we do?”
“Y-you don’t have to defer to me because I’m a Prime!” I held up my hands in protest while Bee blinked in confusion and Yola sighed.
“Sis. Just accept it. You’re our leader. You converted all of us, you’re the Mother of Synthesis, bearer of the Matrix of Leadership as well as having your Spark infused with the Enigma of Combination. You even have the same name as one of the founding 13. So what next?” Yola continued and I...I wasn’t-.
“Is everything alright?” Penny asked when she and Urta entered the living room.
“Oh no …” I put my face in my hands and took a deep breath before letting it go. “I need to assemble an army of Autobots.” Freaking duh ! Ugh !
“That’s...not good.” Urta said with a look of concern.
“Of course it isn’t. I need to make the Autobots, somehow end up fighting Decepticons even if it makes no contextual sense by this point, create the Crucible for Catalyst to help me channel the Enigma of Combination throughout the galaxy and hopefully through portals into Hell to allow all sapients to achieve Understanding and put an end to Hell after your group somehow deals with Asmodeus.” I summed up with an instinctual knowledge of the broad strokes of the plan being spoon-fed as if Primus was holding up a cheat sheet for me.
“What about the Doom Marines, then? Will my husbands and wives be dragged into this as well?” Urta questioned as she grew more concerned.
“Obviously, but I can’t control them. Hopefully they’re strong-willed enough to ignore any spooky dark force invading their minds. Oh, wait, they’ve been battling Hell forever, so I think I can trust them. Hopefully nobody becomes my Megatronus.” I don’t want to have some asshole named Murphy somehow make an army of nemesis Cybertronians appear out of satan’s anus just to fuck with us.
“Well, thank you for having such faith in us.” Our sexy yellow guest, Vinnie, said when she and Brennie entered the living room. Wait, faith in them? Oh! Right, I think I remember, faintly, that Vinnie is Runner, but who is Brennie? She’s so damn familiar .
“Berserker.” I stared at her in shock and felt distinct bemusement. “Yeah, I know, I’m a sexy gal right now, but yeah, I’m that big buff dude who ends up spearheading stuff for the Marines when Slayer isn’t around.” Berserker told me and I nodded. If Changelings and Draconequus can freely swap gender around, why not someone else with the magic to do it? “I miss my tattoos and scars though, making it harder for you to remember me.” Oh, that would explain it.
“Ah, tattoos, I believe you mean detailing? I don’t know about our false skin, but I know how to permanently paint your metal segments.” Bumblebee mentioned and Brennie beamed almost adorably brightly at the mention of getting some of her tats back.
“Please, Bee, give me back my tats! I’m sorry, but, it’s a cultural thing and I feel naked without them!”
“Oh yes, there were different sectors of Cybertron that had such practices. No problem, just get me the designs and I’ll paint you up.” Bumblebee cheerfully offered, but Yola raised a hand to interrupt further interruptions.
“You two can take care of that later, please. Now, Nora is planning to use the Citadel to broadcast the power of the Enigma of Combination, which would impart intrinsic Understanding between all sapient life even if it wouldn’t link them all together as a hivemind.” Yola reiterated for the benefit of the two super-sexy sisters.
“Sorry, but no. We don’t want to be a part of that, our people especially.” Brennie declared urgently and I nodded. “Uh...you took that pretty well.”
“I don’t want to do that. It’s our last resort and if I have to, I will , but only under the guarantee that it won’t force everyone into a hive mind gestalt scenario. I experienced that with the Geth, the Geth realized how impersonal and lacking in sense-of-self it is. If it has to be like that, I will only do it if it can be reversed.” I insisted and Brennie looked intently at me. Uh, what?
“So, what are we doing?” Ghost asked again before going back to his omni game.
“Well, first I need to run a recruitment drive I guess…” I scratched at my elfin left ear as I pondered how I was going to pitch that people should join the Autobots. It’s not like I can just ask for a kiosk and-.
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“Please fill out this form.” I felt dead inside as I handed a cheap datapad to a beefy handsome geth-quarian named Gator, who was one of my many, many sons. He smiled at me and went over to a seat to read it and sign it. “I can’t believe you actually did this to me, Chrys.”
“What? You won’t just let us be converted without a fight, so I might have called the fam I knew were on the planet and not really doing anything with themselves in case they were interested without telling you and they do have to read and sign the forms, so you can’t complain that you’re pressuring them into it.” Chrys slyly smirked as she rubbed her womb that kept her seat pushed far enough away from the kiosk to be of physical help, so she was using her magic to help run the stand in the main lobby of RIT.
“The family that slays together, stays together.” Brennie said in approval from where she and Vinnie were standing next to the kiosk like bodyguards. Fuck, they are my bodyguard aren’t they?
“This is a barbarian household! But, if you still destroy your enemies, being anything else is fine.” Vinnie joked and Brennie rolled her eyes. “Oh, also, remember that we’re not helping you train them. We’ll be your bodyguards and watch, but that’s it .” Vinnie said the last bit at Brennie and she nodded.
“I know, but remember; they didn’t know how to swing a sword right! It was pathetic!” Brennie reminded her sister, but further byplay was prevented by Yola patting my shoulder.
“Sis, I’m not too enthused about throwing our kids into the fire either, but...that’s why we had them…” Yola reminded me sadly and I sighed in despair. Only our first 220 children were born out of purely love. The rest afterward, including the Planters, were all bred for war. Is this how Primus felt about creating his children, the Original Thirteen, just to fight Unicron? The crushing guilt and constant worry along with the slight resentment that our kids would of course support us regardless of what it was.
“Which is why I didn’t call any of the fam from my clutch or the immediately following clutch. None of us took military jobs. We all took science, engineering, medical, what-have-you instead of the military. The only reason I went into danger a few years ago was because I was the only one available and you needed help.” Chrysanthemum said as she reached out and touched my shoulder as best she could with the distance. “We love you, mom. We’d do anything for you.”
“Which is the problem.” I grumbled at the mixture of joy and despair that warred within me before handing out another pad to another of my children, a daughter this time. “I’d rather we didn’t have to have any children specifically for war. I’d prefer to see you all become like you and your immediate siblings, Chrys.”
“What about me?” Ghost huffed as he looked up from his video game and I snorted.
“Son, you haven’t even finished deciding what kind of person you want to be. Even so, I’m still upset that you’re joining us instead of just staying home.” I told my adopted son, who fluffed up.
“Stay home and do what ? We live in the countryside ma, there isn’t exactly anything to do besides chill or go hunting in the mountains.” Hm, he has a point. Maybe I should get a place at least on the edge of town? The mansion stays though, it’s always home from now on for me.
“Sometimes the simple life is the best one.” Bumblebee sagely commented with a weary and far-off look to his expression.
“Okay everyone! Finish signing up!” Chrys suddenly shouted into a megaphone and I cringed, not having noticed the time. Shortly, the remaining enlisters, most of them my kids, damn it, turned in their pads. “If you’ll follow, oof, me please, I’ll lead us to the room where mom will convert you into Transformers.” Chrys got to her hooves and waddled into the west wing of the institute, to room 313. The 100+ elisters all filed in and I felt queasy.
I have to convert this many? How will I have the energy for this? Oh, I see the hose extending from the ceiling near the front. I forgot this place was made to accomodate sexcapades with excessive quantities of fluids that may need pumped out, it wouldn’t be hard to have one pump in Argent. “Okay, one at a time, come on up, let Nora hug and-or kiss you. You may want to put on the sunglasses.” Berserker warned them and I flushed at the fact I was about to do this.
Breathe Nora. Breathe. It’s okay.
I steeled myself as one of my many daughters, Zani, approached and eagerly hugged me, kissing my cheek, causing me to giggle and hug her back. Aw, I know I haven’t been able to speak much with-. *Flash !* -It’s that simple?! I wobbled and my converted daughter helped steady me as Yola brought the tube to my face, so I latched on and thirstily drank the Argent.
The next hour or so was more of the same. I had difficulty with the people who weren’t my children, so I guess Chrys made the right call, but after a quick Q&A session with those geth, I was able to connect with them and convert them. If I needed further proof that I do have the Enigma of Combination, the fact merely getting to know someone at all allowed me to make a connection with them cemented it for me.
I’d just finished converting Hunn and he helped keep me steady as I drank to restore my lost energy. “Good job, mom. You got everyone done and now we can get started on practicing.” He praised me with a proud smile and I felt butterflies that my children were proud of me.
“Mm!” I stopped drinking for a moment to kiss his cheek back and smiled. “Son, you all take the time you feel you need. Not everyone should recklessly jump feet-first into things like I have.” I went back to drinking as Chrys called for the 121 new Autobots to follow her to the testing room and I continued to restore my lost energy while they filed out.
“Good job, Nora. I know you don’t like it any more than I do, but your kids are dutiful and wonderful people to so readily jump to your aid.” Brennie praised and I felt even prouder of my kids instead of sadness. I may not like it, but I can’t deny their own choices. I can at least take pride that they’re doing something brave and honorable. “I know the feeling, just so you know. I’ve put my own children through training, put weapons in their hands, fought alongside them, buried them. It hurts, but it’s also incredibly satisfying to know they did me proud with their own mettle.”
“Wow, you sound older than dirt. You mind passing some of that knowledge on?” Ghost disrespectfully asked of his elder with a bit of hope in his tone, his tail wagging quickly and his ears twitching.
“Ghost…” Brennie spoke, her tone low as she and Vinnie glared down at him. “Don’t make me beat the living shit out of you with a sandal. And trust me, I’m really good at disciplining my children with it.” That was enough to scare the tall buff teen since he moved away at the threat.
“Have patience, he’s a Protoform who hasn’t learned proper respect yet. Besides, I may have you beat, how old are you?” Bumblebee asked and I listened closely.
“I’m over 17,000 years old.” Whoa! I didn’t think Brennie was that old! 7000 at best!
“Ha! I’m 2,723,497 Mega-Cycles! I’m still considered young !” Oh, shit, that’s right! Cybertronians live for fuck-long times even though they’re not ageless!
“Bumblebee, I’m not in the mood for a useless dick-measuring contest.” Brennie sighed tiredly and Bee scratched his hair.
“Dick? Oh, input. I’m not being competitive, just comparing our ages. Trust me, I’m the youngest among the people I used to know. Anyway, how are you doing Nexus?” Bee asked me as I chugged and I gave him a thumbs up. I’m topping off in case I need to do something like that again soon. “Good, now then, I’m going to be taking young Ghost outside for rough-housing so he can work off some of his energy.”
“I-I’m not kid who-hey!” Ghost yelped when Bee practically tossed the taller and beefier anthro wolf over his shoulders with ease and carried the cursing ill-tempered teen out of the room.
Heh, my Autobots are such a silly family already. I hope my kids don’t cause too much Chaos.
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“Well. That’s not good.” Slayer muttered after they’d breached a fleet portal into Hell and were met with a planet already converted to Hell’s purposes with smaller ships swarming around like bugs around a hive. That wasn’t what he was commenting on, however. “It looks like enough of the Collector Mothership survived for Hell to reverse-engineer.”
Over the planet was a more brutally Hellish variant of said Mothership, possibly taking all of the blood-drained flesh from the local fauna and turning them into organic war-beasts and other monstrosities using adapted Collector tech, which would very much align with Hell’s pre-existing zombie and cybernetic alteration of what should be corpses. “I’m sorry, I should’ve put more nukes on the Omega-4 Relay.” Pillar sighed at failing to deny Hell such a resource, but his brothers all shook their heads in dismissal of his claim of fault over the matter.
“Forget it, man. You did what you could.” Collateral assured him.
“Still, look at the size of that bloody Gore Nest.” Pillar pointed out as the gigantic abominable organ kept spewing out more demons.
“It’s a Super Gore Nest. That’s our target. Be careful, though. They have Collector tech and have made use of it.” Slayer stated, pointing to a group of zombies that look to be crossbred with husks. It seems combining the two zombification methods produced a more capable minion, since instead of shambling aimlessly, they were following orders from Imps or other demons and carrying out menial labor with tools even. Not a good sign.
“I can sense it. They’re all completely amped up. This is a real game changer. If we’re not careful, there won’t be much of a war we can win.” Hunter warned them as Hell became aware of their presence.
“Fuck it. Let’s give them a present.” Collateral’s grin could be heard in his voice as he gestured to the gunnery crew. “I’ve been overhauling our weapons ever since I managed to learn how to convert other weapons to even more exotic Argent plasma projection systems.”
“Excellent. We’ll do more than glass the planet. We’re blasting it until it’s reduced to space rock! Activate the BFG 10,000!” Slayer ordered as Collateral made his way down to the firing control room of the cannon.
“Weren’t our original orders from Visilia to sabotage them, steal as much material as we can for cleansing and repurpose as usual, then get the fuck out of here? We’ll be skipping on half of our orders by just blowing up the-.” Pillar was interrupted by Collateral firing a green blast the size of a small moon at the murky planet, which burst open from the blast like a styrofoam ball shot by a .50 Caliber gun. “Great...so are we going to send out the sweepers to collect the debris for processing?”
“Yep, then we run like our asses are on fire, do the same thing elsewhere. We’re not going to make it easy for Hell to prepare a galactic invasion.” Slayer declared as he slipped a cookie under his helmet and munched noisily on it. “Mm...Isabelle’s cookies…”
“Dude, just fuck her already!” Collateral huffed as he came down from the adrenaline high, or whatever the equivalent for a Transformer was.
“You can go fuck yourself!” Slayer snapped back as he scarfed down the cookie in anger.
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“What?” I asked in bemusement.
“You can go home now. We’ll handle things from here. You’re not a military leader, even if you have the charisma and sex appeal of a corporate CEO.” Chrys told me as if I shouldn’t have expected otherwise while my new Autobots all practiced their alt forms on the massive firing range RIT had facing away from the city and the spaceport.
“B-but I’m a Prime! It’s my duty to-!” I was stopped by the notion of disapproval I got from my dad. He...doesn’t want me to be an Optimus Prime? [But dad-.]
Daughter, I have created too many soldiers, not enough children. I want you to be happy, not to suffer. Others more capable than you at being a military leader are willing to take the work from you, do not turn them away out of a misguided sense of duty. You are to lead by Example and nothing more.
They should understand that to live beyond war is to live. Nexus was meant to be a bridge between people, not a warrior. You are akin to Solus in that respect, a creator. The only reason I did not give you Solus’s Spark of Creation is because it was not what you were meant for, even if you indulge in that quite a bit.
I blushed at dad playfully pointing out my promiscuous and breed-happy nature before I pouted and huffed at my daughter. “Fine, Chrys. I understand. I’m not just going to sit on my ass though! I expect to be called up in case there are more volunteers and I’m going to get involved the moment Penny and her crew are called to duty.”
“Don’t worry, we will. I’ll be joining you when we head home later, but otherwise I still have some work to do.” Chrys then waddled towards the main building. After she was gone and we were mostly alone, Vinnie and Brennie looked intently at me.
“Christ, was that Primus I felt? It was almost indescribable.” Brennie commented uneasily.
“I can, a bit. It was like having my actual mother being in the same room and letting me relax because everything was okay.” Vinnie wistfully said with a sad/happy smile.
“Yep, it was. I never knew my dad, but Primus is an awesome dad. Anyway, I guess we’re done. Let’s head on back. I trust everyone at home is okay, but I don’t want to leave Urta and Penny alone too long.” I said as I considered that Urta was back at the house, playing with the kids and being altogether quite pleasant. However, if she and Penny find a chance to be alone ...well, I might not have a mansion to get home to if they go all-out and forget their pearls or something.
“We can’t even remember our family’s names. At least, not all of them. The only name I seem to remember is my little brother, Daniel.” Brennie looked sad and happy at saying that name.
“Hey, I remember that cheeky little rascal as well!” Vinnie giggled as she nuzzled her sister for comfort. I raised a hand towards them, wanting to reach out, but I was hesitant to-.
Daughter, do not turn your back on someone who has lost the way or they will stray.
I wrapped my arms around their waists and hugged them gently. I didn’t speak, I let my emotions speak for themselves with my touch. I miss my mother, I miss her so much. I know this pain, let it be known. You are not alone. I took a deep cleansing intake of air before venting in a long exhale. “Come on. Let’s go home.” I turned and walked away towards the taxi pad, knowing Chrys would need the Armada to get home.
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“Holy fuck …” Brennie muttered as she watched Nora walk away, but she felt so much more than the sexy barely-decent woman leaving. It was like behind that loving and wonderful person was a strength of will that was inspiring as well as daunting. “Hot shit. She feels like…”
“Visi?” Vinnie asked with awe in her own voice. “Yeah. As fragile as glass, but sharper than any blade and stronger than any mountain.” Vinnie smiled before looking up at her slightly taller sibling. “How long has it been?”
“Too long.” Brennie sighed and felt yearning . Queen Visilia Themis has barely enough time to breathe . The Argentine Alliance may be infinitely more stable than a traditional monarchy, but as a monarch, Visi can’t even leave her castle in Tartarus for too long. Well, not her castle, it’s Ailisiv’s, but semantics, it’s her’s too. “I think we should at least give her a call.”
“Oh! Right, she’ll definitely want to know more about the two of us getting more feminine~!” Vinnie gushed and Brennie blushed. That’s right! Visi hasn’t been able to use her male organs on her or Vinnie in ages!
“Uh...maybe we shouldn’t let her-hey! No! Hang up!” Brennie shouted desperately as Vinnie ran away with her activated omni and giggling during her flight from her red half-dragon sister.
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I had flown home and the others came back with Yola. Thankfully the triplets decided to watch a movie, so I didn’t need to stress myself keeping them occupied. “Hey mom, mind if I sit here?” Chrys asked as she waddled closer and I eagerly patted the sofa. “Oof, thanks. The kids have my recliner occupied right now.” Chrys said with a gesture to the turian triplets.
“I’m more than happy to have an excuse to snuggle by brainy-bug.” I did so against her side and Chrys hummed happily as she enjoyed my hand rubbing her side. “So, where is the sire? Gidget didn’t leave you, did she?” I asked with cold fury and the desire to-.
“Nope ! No! My fiance is-.” I squealed and hugged my baby as much as I could! My baby is getting married ~! “Mom~! You’re t-touching me a bit too hard~!” Chrys squeaked and I stopped squishing her boobs enough to make her nips turn her gown pink with Love Nectar.
“Chrysanthemum Willow is engaged! I’m so happy for you sweetie! You went from being alone and stressed to being big, beautiful, bountiful and betrothed! I’m so upset I had to miss your relationship with Gidget developing to this point.” I smooched her cheek and Chrys blushed.
“Well, uh, Gidget knocked me up that night after our first date. I didn’t mind if she decided she didn’t want something permanent, but she wanted to stay. I wasn’t going to say no, especially since I still can’t find a Navel Pearl that works on genuine synthetics yet and I still have her brood in me for two more years at this point. I would’ve been a fool to deny her help and-.” Chrys moaned as her belly gurgled, then I yelped when it lurched outward an inch and she was panting. “Oh~...growth spurt…”
“Are you alright?” I’m used to pregnancies being a womb full of cum, then deflate down as the cum is processed, but still remain big as the babies develop rather than lurch like that.
“Yeah, I’m good. Mm. Great even. I feel so good whenever I have a growth spurt. The bigger I am, the bigger I get with each one, the bigger my orgasm gets.” Chrys admitted with a dopey smile and I blushed at the fact she got off on that.
“Wow. That sounds awesome in it’s own way.” I admitted and Chrys bit her lower lip with her fangs adorably poking out further.
“Fuck yeah it is. It’s because they’re draconequus and I’m doing it properly . Every moment is wonderful, each growth is ecstasy. Three years of this~.” Chrys purred and hugged her belly. “I still have two years left. I’m going to have a hard time not begging Gidget to knock me back up immediately after I give birth.”
“Okay, I wanted to talk to your mother, I can't do that with you being so stupidly sexy right now. I’m gonna take her.” Brennie interjected and I jumped since I didn’t notice her approach, then I yelped when she tossed me over her shoulder with ease.
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“...Um, nice day we’re having?” I awkwardly asked the beautiful dracowolf woman looking down at the sea from the extended patio of the mansion that faced the water. If you didn’t know what to look for, from here, Rannoch seemed like any beautiful tropical region of earth. “Do you like my home? I got it because it was too wonderful to pass up.”
“Yeah, it’s great. One of the most luxurious yet homey places I’ve ever been and I aim to make every resort I have built try to achieve this in some way.” Brennie owns resorts? She doesn’t seem the type.
“You’d be very surprised. Whenever she comes up with these ideas, she would come to us for help and opinions. I picked the spot where the resorts should be and really likes them, saying it captures the beauty of nature.” Vinnie said as she snuck up on us with snacks in her arms. “Honestly, she brings out the artist that resides within our beings.”
“N-no I don’t!” Brennie denied with fluster.
“Okay...so, um...what did you want to talk about?” I asked, wow this is awkward.
“Are we worthy?” Really, Brennie?
“That’s either a rhetorical question or you need to get help.” I bluntly replied with a tone that I hoped carried how ridiculous of a question that is. “That said, the answer is yes, a thousand times over.” I scoffed as I leaned back on my lounge chair and looked up at the sky.
“I’m less of a talker and more of a doer. That’s why I want to build something worth living in instead of destroying everything just because I’m bored.” Brennie said on a tangent and I looked back down, only for her to pull my face into her cleavage in a hug as she straddled my lap. “I’m not good with words. I want to thank you for what you did earlier today.”
“Mm?” I blinked against her breasts and just let her hug me.
“We haven’t thought of our former lives in so long, it was like an old wound flaring up. Then you just put a balm on it with a simple hug? You did more in that moment than most people have done for us in entire lifetimes.” Vinnie then hugged me from the side as she knelt next to us.
“Hm.” I hummed into Brennie’s cleavage and hugged them back until they let me go. “So you know you need to do that with each of your wives and husbands, not me, right?” I don’t know how I know that, but I do. She needs to open her heart to the ones she promised it to.
“Yes.” Brennie cracked her neck and sat on the lounge chair next to mine, but then Vinnie straddled her. “H-hey-mmph…” Brennie found her snout buried in Vinnie’s tits as she hugged her. They shared a quiet moment before Vinnie released her to sit on the next chair “Hey, Vinnie, did you create those music hearing aids for Garrus?”
“Yes. If they work then that means every alien can have them and listen to human-style music without the fear of having their eardrums exploding. Weaklings can’t even handle a good guitar solo.” Vinnie criticized harshly.
“Oh I know ! It’s been so hard living without my music. Sadly, this universe’s earth went an entirely unpleasant direction, so they don’t have any good rock music. Please tell me the Argentines or Empire have real music!” I pleaded as I used my tenta-kini covering my areola and nipples to squeeze and jiggle my basketball-sized breasts without moving anything else.
“W-why are you doing that?” Vinnie asked in surprise and I blinked over at her and her sister, who were staring at my tits now. “Holy shit that is hot.” Oop! I was just adjusting!
“To answer your question, yes. We still have Humanity’s music genres stored within our archives, anyone could listen to it.” Brennie informed me while she was clearly enjoying the show. “If I could, I would march straight back to Earth, give everyone a verbal bitch-slapping to the face and get them to make great music again.” Unf~! Brennie you sassy bitch!
“I wish it was that easy.” I sighed and then licked my lips when Brennie suddenly got nearer and Vinnie got a knowing and lewd smirk.
“I’m sure it’ll work in some way.” Brennie cooed and she put a hand on my lower stomach. I bit my lip when her hand went lower. I opened my tentacle down there and wriggled when her fingers found my clitoris. “Kinda like how you’re so like Wiatr it’s really grabbing me by the nips.” Mm~ you have magic fingers~! “I mean, I barely did much of anything other than invite physical contact and you just let me go for the golden gates.” Brennie purred as her fingers began to schlick into my opening and I gasped.
“I-I have absolutely no idea what you mean~.” I lilted playfully as she fingered my quim and I reached for the zipper of her hardsuit, pulling it down towards her crotch.
“Mm, hey, instead of just having some dirty fun, how about we check out her other forms? See if us being Transformers makes non-humanoid bodies attractive to us.” Vinnie suggested as Brennie put more fingers into me, practically fisting me as she watched me squirm and fail to reach under her hardsuit, which seemed to make the dracowolf woman smirk as she pleasured me.
“Nn~ I don’t like being the only one enjoying myself.” I breathlessly said and removed my tendril from my left breast to try and burrow it down to her crotch, only for Brennie to grab the limb and playfully shake her head. Grr~! I went *Whirr-whoo-chi-che-chit!* and hovered over her as my dark navy space-cuttlefish form currently the size of a small freighter lowered towards the patio. I made sure my entrance was open and reachable. “Get inside me! If you won’t let me return the favor, let’s just have some fun in other ways.”
“Well, if you insist.” Brennie shrugged as they climbed into my quim and I spasmed in a weak orgasm since I was already sensitive. “Hey, it’s like a normal ship in here.” Brennie commented as she and Vinnie explored and I relished in having someone inside me again while I floated out towards the sea like a drunken Metroid.
“It's because I am a ship.” I giggled in a bubbly mood before I looked towards the two islands where Yola and I were baby factories. I flew down and settled in a ‘parked’ position where I was parallel to the baby-belly flattened dirt roof and my leg-tendies were locked at a height that people could enter and leave me conveniently.
“So how are you enjoying yourself when we’re the ones experiencing something interesting and different from prior experiences?” Brennie asked as she touched my pilot console and I moaned needily. “You’re getting off to this?”
“You’re in my womb ! It is literally the interior space inside me where I can support life. Normally I don’t feel things so intensely, but you got me all horny back there and now you just walking around is like you’re tap-dancing on my G-spot~!” I squeaked as she turned my chair around and she refrained from panicking when the nerve-sync hood lowered over her head and the same happened to her metal hands and paws.
“Whoa~. You look like an alien spaceship captain.” Vinnie commented in amusement and Brennie stuck out her tongue.
“I can see everything Nora can right now. I know how to fly her, move her. I’m her right now, only I’m not the one getting off.” Brennie took me out of ‘park’ and began flying me~! “Wow, she’s way too happy about being under someone else’s control.”
“Someone I offered to control me, unlike that jerk Admiral Nox who even had his engineers manipulate my serotonin and dopamine levels to keep me docile whenever I got ornery. I still miss him though, because despite my dislike for him, he was otherwise polite and kept his crew in order within me.” I informed him as he leisurely flew me about above RIT. Ah~, so soothing.
“Oh, right, the rats.” Brennie sighed. “I don’t mind some of them, but I still hold some distrust towards them. Along with the Kaminoans and the Hutts-.” A huge explosion from Qwip-Qwip drew our attention and Brennie expertely swung me around and then immediately broke some in-atmosphere speeding laws as she steered me towards the commotion. “Goddammit.”
Ch.104
“So, what’s the haul, Lupus?” Slayer asked the LI that Hunter rescued from Cerberus and promptly became one of the most convenient acquisitions the Argentines had made in a long time. Thankfully her attempts at sexing Hunter didn’t convert her into a Transformer, so they might be able to relax about it being contagious.
That said, the LI resided in a quite feminine android body on par with the ones provided to Geth on Rannoch. They’re allies, so getting a body for Lupus free of her massive prior servers was a simple request.
“The Sweepers have stored the majority of the planetary and extra-terrestrial debris with significant metal content before we had to retreat. It will simply take time for the molecular furnaces to separate and refine the materials into sortable and storable forms.” Lupus informed them while looking over her omni-tool. If it weren’t for her robotic visor eyes, she’d pass for any wolf-like diamond dog or tartarus demon on the streets of the Empire or Argentines easily.
“Well, it's not as bad as I’d believed. I just wish you and Collateral didn’t jump the gun.” Hunter complained while Collateral rolled his eyes.
“I’m sorry, but can we really trust what we bring on board? Hell was tinkering with Reaper tech, they could’ve found a way to corrupt mortals far more effectively if given the chance.” Collateral argued and Lupus shook her head.
“Unlikely. No Indoctrination signatures reported in the holds of the Sweeper ships. However, I would have preferred if you waited to consult Hunter or I before pulling the trigger.” Lupus pouted her lower lip and Slayer had to admire how lifelike RIT’s androids were.
“You don’t know how Hell indoctrinates its victims. It’s far more different than how the Reapers did it. Now that they are looking into it, they’ll find a way to convert entire worlds for their horde.” Slayer reminded Lupus that the denizens of Hell were far more cunning and insidious.
“We need to take whatever could be of use and convert it. Remember our deal with Heaven.” Pillar intoned grimly and everyone sneered at the mention of the vile and selfish A-Holes that composed Hell’s counterpart.
At least, when it came to most of the angels. They didn’t care about mortals, but they didn’t want Hell gaining another foothold on them. So for once they were willing to lend some aid. That help thus far was purification technology integrated into the Sweepers: giant glorified space vacuum ships the size of dreadnoughts that collect debris for processing.
In exchange for the purification tech, Heaven wanted 70 Percent of all the looted material regardless of what it was, be it rock, metal or flesh, they didn’t care. All of it was useful in Heaven’s Aetherium Forges capable of crafting nigh anything and those pretentious pricks were beyond fond of their floating islands, so earth was welcome.
“Blood-sucking parasites.” Hunter snarled and everyone nodded. It was a steep price, but without the purification tech blended with Mass Effect fields on the Sweepers turning the fields into Corruption-Cleansing screens that annihilated any trace of Hell’s influence, they wouldn’t be able to wholesale collect nearly the whole planet before Hell’s forces arrived and they had to beat a retreat back through the breach.
“Yeah, its just really stupid to hoard this shit otherwise, but there are plenty of uses for the reclaimed materials while we give Heaven as much junk as possible out of this arrangement.” Slayer vindictively declared and everyone nodded in agreement. Heaven outright said anything taken from Hell was fine, so they’d give their allies as much slag and grift as possible while they kept the majority of the metals and other goods.
Heaven wouldn’t be upset about it, which annoyed them more, but it was the principal. “Anyway, the Sweepers are now enroute to Ambados and their replacements are going to meet up with us at the next breach.” Lupus announced before suddenly staggering and Hunter caught her. “I-I have experienced a lag in my runtime. I should lie down and run a diagnostic.”
“You okay there?” Collateral asked their new logistics assistant while Hunter helped her to a chair.
“I’m not sure. I just feel really hot and...tired?” Lupus half-asked and Hunter helped her to her paws.
“I’ll get you to the medbay. Maybe Cybertronian CNA is contagious to synthetics and it’s more of a slow burn without Nora doing it.” Hunter spoke aloud and it felt so odd to hear his voice that they didn’t speak up as he practically carried Lupus out of the meeting room.
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The explosion had turned out to be because two of my new Autobots decided to have a contest of impact strength bloody-knuckle style. The resulting impact of their mutual ‘power-fist’ attacks launched them away from each other and caused a heat-blast to ignite the impact area. After I gave them a good earful, I’d decided enough had been done today and was glad that Brennie was flying me home.
“W-whoa...wow. H-holy shit.” Vinnie suddenly began panting and gasping as she lowered to the floor of my interior and shuddered.
“Are you okay?!” I squeaked and slowed down when Brennie unhooked from me and checked on her sister.
“I-I’m fine! I’m-nyuh~! O-okay. Not fine. Holy fuck this is worse than before~!” Vinnie whimpered as Brennie ran her hands over her, pressing in places. “S-stop! Stop! You’re making it worse~!” Vinnie choked and gasped as she pushed Brennie away from her.
“What’s wrong sis? Oh gosh, what is it? You’ve been so needy, does that have anything to do with it?” Brennie asked her sister frantically while I kept us flying home.
“I’m a fucking bunny! I’m basically addicted to breeding! I was doing okay for a while when I stopped, but then I gave in with you and the triplets and now I’m flaring back up again.” Vinnie whimpered as I heard her laying down entirely. “G-get us back. I need to lie down in a room alone for a while.”
“Okay. Alright. Hurry us home, Nora.” Brennie urged, but I was already there and landing. “Oh, thanks.”
“I’m the fastest space-squid in the galaxy!” I cheerfully chirped despite how worried I was. I bet if my cycloptic eye could, I’d be doing that Anime ‘eye-smile’. I kinda hope I do, it’d be super cute and I would feel even better about myself than I already do. “I get even bigger too. I can get as big as a super-dreadnought or even bigger if I use my space station-slash-shipyard alt.”
“All contained in a deceptively sexy and organic-looking package.” Brennie joked, likely realizing I was trying to lighten the mood as she picked her fragile sister up in a bridal carry before I shuddered as they dropped from my vagina.
“Okay sis, they’re out, come back from la-la-land.” Yola teased me and I turned my cycloptic eye on her to find her having come out of the mansion and Brennie was carrying Vinnie inside.
“Sis, you keep teasing me about it, but someday you’ll have a crew to carry within you and you won’t be laughing so much about how much I enjoy this.” I said as my quim-covers snapped shut and I then transformed back into my sexy quarian-like self. “Mm~ today has been a busy day.” I stretched and followed the others into the mansion where everyone dispersed to do whatever they felt like.
Which was why I was a bit perplexed to have Brennie rushing back into the living area to stand with her hands on her hips in front of Penny, who looked up at her from her seat on the sofa in clear bewilderment.
“Um, yes Brennie?” Penny questioned as she shifted her body, her thicc muscular thighs crossing and causing her tight shorts to creak, her breasts visibly engorging slightly, stretching her tight tank-top and I didn’t miss her tail fluffing up slightly as she looked up at her expectantly. Holy fuck, Penny had it hard for her. Wow.
Brennie suddenly sat next to her and wrapped her hand around Penny’s waist, pulling her against her side. Penny wordlessly smiled and leaned into her as she kept watching some sort of sport on TV. I smiled and left them to it. Besides, whatever is up with Vinnie, she clearly doesn’t want anyone around right now and Brennie could use some emotional support. If she finds that with Penny, I won’t protest. I’m not a possessive bitch like I feared I might be.
“So, how was your day?” I asked Tali and Ash in the kitchen, kissing each of them on the cheek as I went to the fridge and got myself a cold can of Argent Fizz, a carbonated drink I sent a request down to Rannoch for while I was busy as a shipyard. Good to see my request not only happened, but it’s a popular drink it seems since biologically-derived Argent is safe for organics to ingest too.
“Good, Tali and I may have fucked on the counter just before you got here.” Ashley said with a large smile and Tali smacked her bicep with an amused smirk.
“No we didn’t. They may be having a nap, but Paretia has a strict no-public-lewdness rule involving the common areas the girls frequent.” Tali reminded us and I nodded in agreement. The girls may be raised in a house where nudity is acceptable, but until they’re old enough to be mature about it, no fornicating everywhere.
“I’m guessing Paretia is taking a ‘nap’ with Martra?” I asked with a lewd grin and they shook their heads as I took a drink of my literally energizing soda. “Well, they’re married and part of our-eep !” I squeaked as two familiar hands groped my booty and I cooed as I felt familiar breasts pressing into the back of my head and a familiar snout rested on my scalp, which was still sensitive and sent tingles down my spine. “Hey babe.”
“Hey.” Marrow hummed and moved her hands from my ass to my waist as she hugged me against her. “Sorry I haven’t been home. Being a queen is extra bullshit on top of my job as an ambassador.” She leaned to the side and began sucking on my right elfin ear. I jolted, my breasts swelled against my tendies, squishing around my tentacles and my quim gushed around my other tendril as I spasmed against her. “Oo~ someone’s ears are sensitive~.”
“Ah...ah…” I shuddered in her grasp, the sudden orgasm blindsided me and the intense singing nerves of pleasure from my ear straight to my brain made thinking hard.
“Hm, how about the other one…” Before I could say or do anything to stop her, I was made a limp screeching wreck in her arms when she moved to my other long elfin ear, her skilled lips and tongue sucking on the six-inch moving appendage and I came again, my nipples gushing milk and my cunt dribbling on the floor as if I had just pissed myself. If I did have pee like an organic creature I definitely would’ve! “Wow that’s awesome. I think I might have to do this daily.” P-please no. I’ll die. I’ll become a brainless slut and die from cummies.
“Hey, no lewdness in the kitchen!” Tali huffed and Marrow picked me up off my senseless feet. It was only now I noticed my tendies had gone limp, exposing my swollen medicine-ball sized engorged mams and my puddling pussy.
“I didn’t expect her to cum from me playing with her long ears. I’ll take her to bed so she can nap it off.” Marrow used her magic to grab my unfinished can of Argent Fizz and she chugged it before crushing the can and tossing it into the recycler chute on the counter.
“I’m next!” Yola demanded as she grabbed Marrow’s ass from behind and she giggled as Yola pushed her along with me still in her arms.
“That was mine~.” I mewled weakly as I came down from my high, my breasts returning to their already prodigious size.
“Sorry babe, but I totally distracted you and it was going to get warm and then hot and steamy without constant cold, so I figured I’d just finish it for you.” Marrow said as she brought me upstairs and laid me down on our massive bed in the master suite. Paretia and Martra weren’t here, so they must’ve taken their fun somewhere else. “Now then, your turn Yola.”
“Fuck yes!” Yola was already panting in excitement as she got on the bed next to me and tilted her head so her right ear was aimed at Marrow. “Suck my long pointy ear!” I can’t believe she just said that. I mean, our ears are long, like Jak and Daxter ears long, but-. “Ah~!” Holy shit! Sis just fucking creamed herself! Seeing it from a third-person perspective was impressive! “Ahn~!”
“Then the other one~.” Marrow moved to Yola’s other ear, not giving her a chance to recover like she hadn’t with me and seeing sis’s eyes roll back as she fucking spasmed like she was having a seizure was both unsettling and hot as all fuck! “Hm~ at least I know to avoid those if we’re doing more traditional stuff. Speaking of which...where are you dicks?”
“H-Hectocotylus tentacle…” I managed to say as I wiggled the tendril I used for covering my pussy and Marrow cooed as she gently grasped it, causing me to gasp while I let her gently pull more of it from me.
“You cover your cunt with your cock and consider that a decent covering? You absolute nudist perv ~.” Marrow lilted as she continued to gently pull more of my tentacle from me, squeezing it between her massive mams and sucking on the tip, causing me to shudder and moan. “Please tell me you can still get hard or that you can at least thrash it around in me to make it great.”
“Fuck yes.” I panted as Marrow used her magic to banish her robes and she began moving my tentacle down her body, dragging my tip along her chitin and streaking pre over her. “M-Marrow? Happy to be doing this, but what about protection?”
“I’m a queen babe. I need to breed and you’ve left me dry for over a year .” Marrow snarled and I winced at her furious tone, but the hunger in her expression helped lessen the impact. Her opaque eyes drank me in intensely as she brought me to her puffy pussy lips. “Now fuck me full of eggs lover. I need you~!” Marrow pleaded at the end, whimpering and almost crying .
“Oh Marrow…” I mewled before I thrust my tentacle up into her without moving the rest of me and her shriek of pleasure was like a beautiful note in a lewd song.
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“Ah. Ahn. Uh. M-more…” Vinnie gasped as she rode on her dildo, turning the vibrator up on high. The floor-mounted massive red horsecock the bunny-wolf was gyrating on was big enough to break lesser women, but the experienced woman was mewling and wanting more . “Grr, it’s not enough !” She stood up from her squat and kicked the bitch-breaking toy across the room before she paced as she groped her b-ball sized breasts, causing milk to squirt from her ring-pierced nipples, the purple pearls on them shining from retaining her true bust size, which was still immense from her recent birth. “Guh~! Tzeentch! Why am I so horny ?!”
She swiveled her hips, panting and twitching in dissatisfaction. She’d broken out all of her toys, even the anal beads she swore she’d never try again, but it wasn’t enough ! Her poofy wolf tail swished about frantically, slapping her thicc muscular motherly ass cheeks as she paced. Her core ached to be sated, the heat within her demanding she take as big a load of cum as possible to quench the fire inside of her, but she just had a brood !
“Hm~. I smell something so good~.” Vinnie froze when she heard Eris’s voice from behind her.
“Eek!” The bunny-wolf let out a cute squeak when Eris scooped her up into a bridal carry that was promptly ended when the already naked Spirit of Time carried her to the bed.
“N-no! No~! We just-mm! Mm! Mm~!” Vinnie’s eyes rolled back as just kissing Eris lit up her nerves like Christmas lights. Lights that flashed and danced when Eris’s scaly fingers entered her folds and began stoking the flames in her core like a bellows to a forge furnace. Runner felt like her brain was melting, like all of her thoughts were pouring out of her brain and into her fallopian tubes. “*smooch* Ah, Eris. Please. I can’t. It hurts~!”
“I know.” Eris said with a pang of regret and Vinnie was too distraught to notice before the beautiful and alluring herm spread her legs and pulled them up to put her into the missionary position. “Even if I knew this was coming, I’m sorry for having to do this.”
“Fuck me! Stop talking and fuck me~!” Vinnie wailed with tears in her eyes, her bunny ears twitching along with the rest of her as she groped her breasts, which began to surge in size, rapidly achieving their current milk-engorged beach ball sizes. “It hurts! Oh merciful Wiatr it hurts ~!” It was even worse as a male! Runner’s balls felt like two balls of fire trying to-. “Ahn ~!”
“I’ll cum as fast as I can, Vinnie! I’ll quench this heat in you!” Eris declared through grit teeth as she plunged into the bunny-eared wolf anthro and pistoned like a machine. Vinnier’s sensitivity was sky-high and with someone pounding her, each insertion was nearly an orgasm on it’s own.
“Yes! Fill me! Give me bunnies~!” Vinnie pleaded as an orange bunny rune shined on her lower stomach, brighter than her currently inactive Navel Pearl and almost looking like burning Hellish fire against her otherwise bright shock-yellow fur.
“Why is Vinnie like this?” Dongoruas asked with concern after appearing from nowhere like Eris had while Hermais splashed Vinnie with sanctified Holy Water from Heaven. Those misers usually never shared it, but when Hermais bargained for a nigh-infinite supply in exchange for a tome intrinsically detailing the methods of Hell’s Corruption, they gave her a never-ending flask of the precious fluid, but only she could use it.
“Hell Corrupted the blessing Wiatr partially placed on Vinnie back when she first decided she wanted to be female, at least part of the time. It took time, but right now she’s instinctively trying to breed demons. With this Holy Water and the seed of a powerful entity, we can purge the curse.” Hermais informed her sister of Space while Vinnie was driven mad with pleasure.
“Gonna cum. Do you hear me, Vinnie? Gonna fill you~!” Eris hissed and began pumping Vinnie’s womb with audible glorps of her powerful semen. The rune on her lower stomach got brighter and brighter as her belly inflated with the draconequus’s seed, but it began turning white instead of the burning red-orange it had been.
After a few minutes, Eris finished stuffing Vinnie to the point of looking at term with quints and the rune settled down, remaining a plain white against her underbelly beneath her brightly shining Navel Pearl. “How are you feeling, Vinnie?” Dongo asked her friend and lover, who was running her hands over her mammoth breasts and drooling as her glazed eyes stared at the ceiling.
“Cum...so much cum...so warm…” Vinnie muttered senselessly and smiled dumbly. “So many bunnies…”
“So it worked?” Eris asked Hermais hopefully and her sister nodded. “Thank mom. She almost became a mobile Gore Nest Broodmother. Far better that she be preggers again rather than become a Demon Goddess.”
“Now comes the rough part. You know she doesn’t have time to be pregnant even on this vacation.” Hermais said sadly and Dongoruas nodded in disappointment that they wouldn’t be able to take her to the beach and treat her like a queen. Eris gulped in dread before she raised her left hand and snapped her fingers.
Ch.105
Vinnie sighed in content as she, freshly washed up and dried, stepped out of the ensuite bathroom of her rented room and stretched. She was the picture of ease even if her boobs somehow swelled with even more milk to the point of being the size of yoga balls. She’d take it over the agony she remembered her raging heat had caused her yesterday.
“Mm~ how are my girls today, aside from some impressive bloating?” Vinnie playfully questioned her tits and shook the perky jiggly yellow furry masses of flesh, fat and milk, which sloshed loudly. “Heh, good thing I have moderate super-strength or you girls would’ve pinned me to the bed if I didn’t have my piercings.”
“Morning Vin-whoa! Did you drink succubi milk again?” Brennie huffed in disapproval and Vinnie giggled at her sister’s discomfort and embarrassment at catching her naked. They may have grown intimate lately, but they did have thousands of years of sibling distancing to work past.
“No, I just woke up with these beauties. C’mere and give me a feel!” Vinnie chirped and held up her massive mams. Thankfully, Brennie smirked and obliged, groping Vinnie’s massive areola and making her moan as she caused some milk to spurt from her engorged pink nips. However, Brennie paused when she lifted Vinnie’s yoga-ball boobs up and blinked at her stomach.
“Hey, when did you get a celtic rune tattoo of a rabbit over your womb?” Brennie questioned and Vinnie blinked, vainly trying to pull her giant breasts apart, but huffed in defeat and let her nipple piercings shrink them down to C-cups so she could look at her stomach.
“Huh...no idea. It’s cool and cute though!” Runner declared as she traced the white fur-staining tattoo and shivered at the surprisingly pleasant tingles that sent right into her core.
“Didn’t Wiatr do that on our balls before?” Brennie questioned while tracing her lower stomach as if considering getting one and Vinnie blinked in confusion.
“She did, but she didn’t for me. I guess she didn’t get around to me because I was so focused on being female back then and I never bothered to ask about it.” Vinnie bit her lip and ran her fingers over her tattoo, which felt so oddly right that she didn’t have any objection to it. Besides, out of all her siblings, she has had the most babies, both from her own womb and from her female or herm partners who she paired up with when male.
“I have it on my balls, I’d really like one over my womb like you do. It’s sexy.” Brennie commented and Vinnie puffed up her chest at the praise. “Also, you didn’t try sneaking out last night to raid the freezer for ice cream like you usually do, so I came to check on you this morning.” Huh? Where was she last night then? Oh~ where was she last night~?
“I knew you were all spying on my nightly sweet-sessions! For the last time, I’m not fat!” Vinnie playfully stuck out her tongue. Brennie deadpanned and flicked Vinnie’s nipple rings. This caused her breasts to surge out and press against Brennie so quickly that if she wasn’t super-strong, she would’ve been launched out of her room. Holy fuck. She hasn’t been her full size in forever! When did she have tits the size of cars?! “...I’ll cut back on the ice cream…”
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I slowly woke up in a comfortable heap of warmth and familiar scents. I knew I was amidst my wives in the bed, all snuggled together in a pile. I had my tentacles spread through the whole pile and I could feel Yola did the same. I was snuggling everyone at the same time. Having tentacles was the best.
“*snort*Wuh? Mm…” Someone jolted awake and then wormed out of the pile in a liquid way to reveal...Urta ?! She smacked her lips and stretched before staggering towards the ensuite bathroom. Damn it! I faintly remember Penny dragging her into bed last night for snuggles as a show of trust and familiarity or something. I was too tired by then from Marrow milking me like a prize breeding stud to really hear them clearly.
After that bit of shock, I was wide awake, but I was entwined with everyone . I carefully retracted my tendies nice and slow until they were fully inside of my spoopy seemingly fluid back, before using them to lift up and over everyone, then step over them all to the end of the bed so I could investigate in the bathroom.
I entered to find Urta had poured herself into the jacuzzi bathtub and poked her surface. “Mm? Oh, morning Nora.” Urta blearily greeted me and raised her upper body from the mass of her slime, which didn’t get lower from her forming a part of her usual shape. “Did you need the bath or privacy for the toilet?”
“Well, the former would be nice, but you don’t need to get out of the tub.” I boldly stepped into her and she perked up brightly as I groaned at the sensual body-penetrating heat of her Argent Slime body. “Ah~ this is nice~...” I cooed as I sat in the jacuzzi and leaned against the built-in seat back with my eyes closed. “Better than any normal sauna.”
“For cleaning too. I instinctively consume microbes and other debris on the things I have in my body. Initially I ate everything that entered me, but with practice I got to the point where I could turn the ravenous goo down to a point zero one.” Urta informed me as she too ‘sat’ on the other side, even if this whole tub was all her. “So, you guys sleep like my own harem does, it was homey.”
“Would you be shocked if I said that was one of the few times we all just snuggled together?” I asked the former Empress, who blinked in surprise. “Yeah, we’re all so busy and have our own things to do, that we haven’t all been together like this...ever, actually.”
“No shit? Wow. I’ve been having that issue myself the past several centuries. Things just won’t slow down . I would love to just be with my family, kiss and hug my wives without feeling the pressure to fuck because it’ll be a while before we see each other again.” Urta confided in me and I nodded in sympathy.
“Sis?” Penny muttered as she slithered on a gooey mocha mound, her body amorphous right now as she sleepily entered the bathroom. “Hey sis-thanks for drawing the-.”
“D-don’t come-!” Urta frantically squeaked, but both she and Penny froze when Penny poured her mound into Urta and soon their slime was intermingling, Penny’s mocha-tinged slime swirling about in Urta’s. “...In. Sis. You almost fused us! Fucking is one thing, hugging, kissing, all that stuff is one thing, but unless you have control over your membrane, do not just entwine with another slime-stop that !” Urta yelped and her glowing cheeks blushed a surprisingly visible blue.
“Wow, that feels good. Why don’t you go totally amorphous more often, sis?” Penny asked as her upper body slid along the surface of her and Urta’s shared slime and side-hugged her sister.
“B-because i-it’s really i-intense~. H-how are you not completely overwhelmed?” Urta asked Penny in confusion and interest while I enjoyed the swirling motion their mixing goo was causing inside of the tub.
“I have an advanced flesh and fur imitating portion of my own slime. Here.” The mocha slime composing Penny’s upper body sunk into the tub and Urta gasped, grasping her body as the mocha slime swirled up into her and she panted, eyes wide and mixed with panic and joy. “See? It isn’t so bad.” Penny said from Urta’s lips and the slime vixen bit her lip. “Hot damn you’re sexy, sis.”
“G-get out. Please. I don’t want to end up like Willow did.” Urta pleaded and whimpered, but Penny didn’t obey and slowly the slime in the tub and composing Urta’s upper body began to turn opaque mocha. “Stop...please…”
“Hold on, just a moment.” Penny gently cooed and soon, the slime was mocha entirely and Urta’s glowing turquoise eyes turned the intense green of Penny’s. “There. Is this so bad?”
“Y-you stupid, stupid girl…” Urta sniffled and hugged herself...themselves? “What have you done ?”
“I gave you your own advanced membrane, duh? Now watch.” Penny emerged from next to Urta and the two now-perfectly identical besides the eye color twin slime vixens looked at each other. “Go on! You used to look different from Argent goo right?”
“Y-yeah…” Urta looked at herself and soon she gasped as gray and white slime began to swirl in with the mocha. “My fur colors! I can have my patterns back! I can be fluffy again!” Urta squealed and then pounced on her sister, kissing her passionately and groping her breasts, which Penny returned with a pleased moan.
“Girls. As fun as it would be to watch you two, I would like to enjoy my bath in peace and I’m sure the others would too.” I smirked and my words proved prophetic when Yola joined us shortly, followed by the rest. It seemed Urta had made enough of a commotion to wake them.
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“Are you sure you didn’t have kids or have more on the way?” Brennie asked Vinnie while Jeanne, the droid butler with the BX combat chassis, brought them breakfast out on the patio overlooking the ocean.
“I’m pretty sure I’d remember popping out more adorable little bunnies or chaos noodles Brennie. Also, my womb is empty, I checked.” Vinnie huffed as she blushed and put down the fifth breakfast steak she’d requested from the butler to sate her oddly ravenous hunger. “I get it, I may have a bit of a weight issue, but I’m still training and exercising, so even if I have hyper-tits and a bit of jiggle to my wiggle, I’m still fighting fit.”
“No, it’s not that. You just...you have that glow about you. You already had it, but it seems even more notable.” Brennie insisted and Vinnie blushed deeper at her sister saying she looked beautiful. “I mean, your fur is so soft and extra-fluffy, not to mention radiant.”
“Huh?” Runner blinked and combed her metal fingers over her bikini-clad heaving hooters to feel the practically shining yellow fur that made her look like a radiant goddess. Well, she was, but that's besides the point. “Hm, now that you mention it, it is much softer.” It was easily pillow worthy. “Odd…”
“You’re also dumping maternal pheromones all over the place with an intensity that would make Wiatr or Urta slobber over you.” Brennie continued and Vinnie felt her face get even redder. She wasn’t often complimented like this by Brennie when she wasn’t preggers herself.
“Well, I woke up with milk-engorged tits the size of yoga balls even suppressed and a new tattoo over my womb of a celtic rune stylized bunny that makes my core tingle when I touch it. I’ve seen you with those on the sides of your nuts when fucking someone else in our harem. It must be a delayed reaction since Wiatr never finished with me and I was so focused on being a woman back then.” That must be it, since Brennie didn’t have it on her tummy too.
“But why now after 7000 years? That is a long time for a latent blessing to happen.” Brennie said with concern and Vinnie huffed.
“Look, I’m beautiful and hot to trot, I’m not going to ask too many questions about it. Can we just drop it?” Vinnie huffed as she went back to her steak. She was still hungry.
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“So there’s...nothing?” Princess Twilight Sparkle asked her assistant in bafflement for the third time.
“No, you’ve cleared your docket. You have no more matters that require your direct attention at this time thanks to the Planters clearing much of the military’s needs locally.” Cold Quill, one of her unicorn secretaries, repeated and Twilight blinked in bemusement.
She had free time. She hasn’t had free time in...centuries. What did she used to do with her free time? Reading was out, she reads while she works thanks to her ability to multitask. Her friends were scattered across two galaxies and she was aware of their busy schedules, so that was out. She wasn’t intimate with anyone currently on Khar’shan, so that too was out.
“Well...is there anything you think I could do? I don’t exactly feel like taking a nap.” Her magic bed ensured she got such a deep rest within only a few hours that she normally could go two days before needing to sleep again and she hadn’t spent all of last night working since it was her rotational sleep period.
“Honestly? With how little needs your attention lately...I think you could actually afford to take a vacation.” Cold informed her and Twilight gawked in shock. She didn’t know she was that ahead of schedule! “Maybe you could take a trip to Rannoch? I hear Princess Urta is already on a vacation there at the moment.”
“Well...I don’t know. Do you think Nora’Feell and her family would mind putting up with me? I could wear a size-restricting collar for convenience, but I’m not exactly used to just relaxing.” Twilight considered and then perked up, her wings bristling. “Wait, no, actually. I remember something, the Normandy is there, right?”
“Yes, Commander Penny Shepard is home and is the main reason why Princess Urta has taken the opportunity to temporarily relieve herself of her duties for this vacation and-.”
“-Because Penny is to be the appointed Commander In-Chief of the local coalition of forces to fight Hell in the Milky Way.” Twilight beamed as she summoned a purple metal collar with diamonds and beryls tastefully placed in it. “Consider this not a vacation, but me preemptively taking my place aboard the flagship of the Milky Way’s military forces as the Empire’s representative.”
“Wouldn’t Ambassador Marrow fill that role adequately, Princess?” Cold asked as Twilight put the collar on and adjusted it for comfort.
“Yes, but why heap more work on the poor mare’s shoulders when I can do my job as the local authority of the Empire?” Twilight replied before she shrunk down from her usually 20-foot tall self to a reasonable 8 feet tall like Empress Luna and Princess Celestia.
“Very well, I will arrange for things here to run without further need to bother you. I’ll have urgent matters sent to your omni.” Cold stated with a smile.
“Thank you. I’ll run a checklist on my Inventory and then head to Rannoch. I hope they don’t mind.”
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“I don’t mind.” I shrugged from where I sat on the couch and Princess Twilight Sparkle beamed brightly at me. “I mean, you have to join us eventually to help coordinate for the war, might as well enjoy the calm before the storm.” Which was definitely the truth. Aside from the sexy shenanigans we’ve been getting up to, things here at home have been nice and peaceful as always the past couple of weeks.
“Excellent, most optimal. I won’t get in the way of anything you all do for fun, I will also observe house rules and maybe even take over the lab I hear is in the lowest floor of the basement if that’s okay.” Twilight half asked and half stated, because clearly her desire to tinker was likely left to the wayside with her so busy being a political figure.
“Sure, so long as you don’t mind if Yola or I use the space too. We’re old hands at tinkering and I still get the itch, even after over a year of being a shipyard building beautiful warships.” I looked off into the middle-distance towards the ceiling, wistfully remembering the content feeling of making something that would become someone . I liked it, but I didn’t like doing it constantly . I’m definitely going to do that again and likely never go entirely cold-turkey. Maybe make normal ships? Ones that won’t become alive and have major attachments for me?
“What was it like? My queries forwarded to you and Yola weren’t answered on the subject.” Twilight asked curiously and I blinked before looking back at the hardsuit-clad busty alicorn that I noticed had rather sharp teeth and oddly shaggy fur that made her look fluffier.
“You sent queries? I didn’t get any correspondence while I was serving as a shipyard.” I pouted at the understanding that Nox likely blocked all communications or notices meant for me so I wouldn’t be ‘distracted’. Damn I hate that old rat, even if I appreciated him in some way.
“I’m going to formally launch an inquiry into the questionable ethics of Admirals Nox and Nostradomus, but that aside, what was it like?” Twilight asked as she unzipped her hardsuit to access her cleavage and produced a sleek tablet.
“It was wonderful. Imagine being pregnant, but more. You have full control over the creation within you, able to fine-tune it, mold it, shape it. I created not just ships, but living, beautiful works of art.” I sighed and smiled in pride and joy, thinking of the hundreds of powerful protectors I built from scratch using the CNA and DNA of myself, Yola and Penny respectfully. Oh! I should let Penny know at least a couple hundred of the Planters are her kids!
“That sounds wonderful…” Twilight commented and rubbed her muscular abdomen, causing her zipper to slide down enough to reveal the brightly shining Navel Pearl in her belly button, which told me she was very pregnant right now. “I wish I could experience that…”
“Be careful what you wish for around Nora. She has the odd tendency to grant wishes.” Yola joked and I pouted with a ‘duck face’ at her. “Consider it, sis. You always help people, whether directly or indirectly. You might just go to hug her then there’ll be a flash and she’s a mobile shipyard or something.”
“Does that happen often?” Twilight asked curiously and I rolled my optics.
“No . I’ve only converted people when I intentionally did it or when I was feeling intense love and joy for someone like I did for Ghost on instinct. The other limiting factor is that the person I convert needs to either be synthetic or have a large amount of synthetic components or have a synthetic vessel prepared.”
“...Ah. I better keep a professional distance then.” Twilight mewled in disappointment and I blinked. “I may not look it, but I’ve been the target of hundreds of attempted assassinations. I’ve had a good 72 percent of my body replaced by cybernetics from one particularly vicious attempt that dissolved half of my body mass. The only reason Navel Pearls and Size-Limiting collars work is because I am the embodiment of Magic.”
“W-what?!” I asked in sudden horror that such a kind mare, one who clearly only cares was so brutally hurt and I jumped to my feet. “Let me see!” Maybe I can at least upgrade her.
“W-wait!” I touched Twilight’s hand-*Flash !*-Whoops! “I...I feel better.” Twilight blinked and then looked at her metal hands with her beautiful purple optics. She looked the same, just the forearms and calves were fullmetal matching her coat and her eyes now shined. “I...the pain that was constantly blocked. It’s gone. I...thank you~!” Twilight wept and hugged me. Oh boy.
Ch.106
“So I don’t need my collar. I have my normal form able to scale up to my true size of 20 feet tall, I have my...beast form which I don’t want to reveal for fear you all might be terrified and my other form you saw when I became an even larger giantess on that island out there.” Twilight summarized for me and the others she felt needed to be made fully aware of her new capabilities. That said; Penny, Urta, Yola and I. The others could be informed through us later.
“That super-giantess form is likely an anthropomorphic modular space station like Nora and Yola.” Penny commented from next to her gray and white sister, the two looking like normal fluffy anthro vixens thanks to their advanced membranes. Urta was living up being ‘back to her birthday suit’ and was naked as often as she could manage, which was a lot considering this house was okay with nudity so long as sexual acts were kept to the bedrooms with closed doors.
“Which makes sense, since you are so interested in designing and building things along with your desire to make friends. What better way than to play host to them while you build things?” Urta asked rhetorically and we all nodded at the oddly suitable alt Twilight obtained, aside from the reported beast form, which was different from Yola and I’s admittedly beastly ship forms.
“My thoughts exactly. I’ve designed several of the ships the Empire’s contractors use for our non-combat units such as the Sweepers. I’d like to actually have a hand in building something like that personally.” Twilight beamed at the idea as she rubbed her stomach.
“Wait, you were pregnant right?” Yola asked and everyone paused before Twilight nodded and now looked down at her boobshelf while she cradled her muscular tummy.
“Yes. I’m carrying a brood of my friend and lover Hermais’ little hellions. It was centuries since I’d been pregnant and I wanted to experience it again. Also, we have a rotating system where one alicorn bears the children of one draconequus. There’s a delicate balance between Chaos and Order to achieve Harmony so Harmonia is at her strongest. Alicorns are Order and draconequus are Chaos. We discovered having us breed together results in children who embody Harmony and help keep the universe stable just by living.” Twilight let her belly bloat a bit into a proper pregnant swell and she cooed as she rubbed it.
“Hey mom.” Gidget randomly said as she entered the living room in her usual cheerleader clothes and patted Twilight’s womb. “Hey little me, you’re gonna marry a wonderful gal.” Gidget then continued on to the kitchen while we processed that.
“She’s...oh no. She takes too much after her aunt Eris. At least she’s responsible with her time travel magic it seems.” Twilight mewled and looked at her beautiful cybertronian draconequus daughter, that I now realized was the case. Sneaky Gidget! Managing to hide your Spark from me! It would also explain why she’s so brainy despite her ditziness if Twilight is her mom!
“I’m retired from Aunt Eris’s Time Squad. I’m where I need to be in relevant space-time and changing it further would endanger reality, so I’ve had my connection to the Time-Turner cut. I’m good with that since I’ve got Chrys.” Gidget said as she retrieved a few cans of Argent Fizz and cracked one before chugging it down.
“Gods, talking about kids.” Urta sighed as she rubbed her belly. “Hm, how many days since I last sired a brood?”
“No clue sis, but c’mon, you’re eternally pregnant. Isn’t that enough?” Penny asked with a pout.
“Please, I haven’t had my cock properly worshiped in months.” Urta sighed letting her black massive horsecock and balls out with a mischievous grin.
“Urta, please be professional. I know you’re not the Empress anymore, but we’re having a serious discussion.” Twilight chided her fellow Princess and the vixen sighed before her male organs withdrew. “Thank you. Now then, I’ll need to contact Marrow and-.”
“I’m home!” Marrow called from the foyer and I checked the clock. Hm, she’s a little early, it’s only 4pm. Must’ve been an early day at the office. “Oh! Welcome to our home Princess Twilight. Have my wives and guests been accommodating?” Marrow asked as she strode into the living room, her professional silver business suit with her red and gold ceremonial Imperial Governance robes over them swished as she approached.
“Oh, yes. Quite so. I was about to say I need to tell you about my change in species.” Twilight said as she raised her right hand and pointed to her glowing purple optics.
“Oh, alright. So long as you’re okay with it.” Marrow casually nodded in acknowledgement of the situation and then playfully quirked her brow at me. “So, you have any dastardly plans to convert anyone else here, Nora?”
“I didn’t plan anything! I wanted to check and see if she was okay after she mentioned over 70 percent of her body was synthetic. Then I fainted from running low on Argent after the shock wore off.” I huffed indignantly at my wife. “Regardless, she’s here to enjoy a vacation. Then even when she’s working again, she’ll be doing it from here and then from the Normandy once the ship is upgraded and ready for further duty.”
“Good to know, I’ll report all of this tomorrow morning. Now then, I think tonight was taquito night? Where are you going to be getting us all so many taquitos, Gidget?” Marrow asked the Cybertronian draconequus, who had handed Twilight and I cans of Argent Fizz.
“I have them done already and being kept warm!” *Whirr-whoo-chi-che-chit!* Gidget turned into some sort of vending machine that dinged and deployed a previously-hidden drawer stuffed to the brim with steaming taquitos! “Come and get ‘em!”
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“I’m not fat…” Vinnie whispered to herself as she looked herself over in the mirror while pinching her muscular thicc thighs and frowning at the bit of skin she could manage to get instead of firm muscle resisting her fingers. “I’m not…” Vinnie mewled as she turned around, having to pull her knee length extra fluffy and almost golden tail out of the way to look at an ass she would kill for and she had it. “I don’t remember my ass being this nice…”
She decided she wanted some alone time today and Brennie went with some of the others to check out Twilight’s new Space Station form’s interior. Vinnie was feeling odd again, so she hurried to her room after breakfast and discovered her fur had become more golden and she seemed to radiate with an energy beyond a pregnant glow, but could easily be mistaken for one taken to extremes. She looked fucking hot and she was starting to worry.
“What are you doing to me?” Vinnie mewled in a mixture of excitement and concern as she rubbed her womb tattoo and shivered at the tingles it sent into her core. Maybe it was time to go male for once. She took a steadying breath and then watched herself in the mirror. She...she wasn’t changing. “O-okay then. I can, I can live with that, but what is happening to me?”
Vinnie looked into her bright blue optics, wondering when her new mechanical eyes had returned to her natural color, but with a golden accent to them. She jolted away when suddenly Lady Death was in the mirror, smiling lecherously. “You bitch! You didn’t warn me about this!”
“.” Lady Death silently giggled and shook her head as she spoke, filling Runner with a mixture of dread, relief and a sense of betrayal.
“So, what? You want me to be your counterpart then? Not just a visiting Goddess of Death? What about my male form?! Why is almost becoming a Gore Nest Broodmother enough to warrant me being stuck as my sinfully sexy female form?” Vinnie demanded from Lady Death, who had the gall to toss the Life Aspect her way after her counterpart just resigned suddenly!
“.” Lady Death shrugged with a sheepish smile and Vinnie sighed.
“I know the female body is synonymous with Life, but still …” Runner liked the option of being either male or female. Sure, being female was her preferred state, but she was born male and didn’t want to lose it forever . This would help explain her recent obsession with breeding being so overpowering and even plotting to try and take Fertility to share with Brennie.
“.” Lady Death spoke and then vanished, leaving Vinnie staring at her beautiful self once more.
“Hopefully temporary, huh? Who the Hell could possibly take the role if I am now hosting Death and Life together? Ugh…” Vinnie grumbled, but then softly smiled and pet her radiant golden tail and gave a bounce on her paws to cause her hefty chest to bounce, sloshing and jiggling as she bit her lip. “The benefits are really nice though~.”
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“So this is what we look like inside?” I asked Yola as we toured the inside of Twilight’s space station body. She was lying in the sun on the island where I’d spent a couple of years as a breeding factory due to convenience.
“From the data I pulled from the ‘totally secret and not to be seen’ files on Project Nexus , yes. Twilight’s interior design is quite similar to ours.” Yola informed me and I ran my hand along the smooth metal walls that were semi-glossy. “She likely can even turn into a contained shipyard like us if she wanted, it’s not a different alt so much as it is an extension of this one.”
“That is interesting to know.” Twilight said over intercom, letting me know that when I spoke to anyone inside of me, they were in fact hearing it from my own intercom. I didn’t hear myself, so I half-thought it was like I was projecting my thoughts or something. “I will refrain from trying that however. I want to enjoy my time off, not spend it working.”
“My concern is that she’s pregnant while in the form. Does Transforming risk the babies?” Brennie brought up, having decided to join us inside of Twilight for the tour. They’d known each other for a long time, she was likely worried for her friend’s well-being. Also, Vinnie was clearly uncomfortable with whatever was happening with her. Brennie seemed to be giving her space.
“It is fairly unusual for a Proto-hatcher to Transform while the Protoform is under construction. However, it isn’t unheard of. It was said Solus Prime could change between alts while carrying just fine, there is no reason another Cybertronian couldn’t.” Bumblebee exposited for our ease of mind as we entered the canteens, which should be in Twilight’s breasts. The signage, very helpful by the way, identified which canteen was which breast too.
“Uh, really?” Ghost asked curiously as we approached the serving line. It was unmanned, but there were shuttered panels on the wall over the counters along with self-service spigots for liquid meals as well as food trays and cups. Twilight is so nice and orderly, even inside her body. “Wait, they have Raspberry Rage flavor Argent Fizz?! I thought that stuff wasn’t out for a few more months!”
“What? I have an unreleased product? I mean, I tried the taste test of it. It was really tangy and enjoyable so I gave it my approval. Maybe my body can replicate things I’ve eaten and drank before?” Twilight theorized and I touched the order pad. The list was...whoa. That is a long list. Thank Primus it has a search function. Why didn’t anyone inside me tell me about this? They did mention my endless milk, but that was expected. It would explain why they didn’t get any shipments of supplies...I must’ve been eating them! Sneaky!
“Raspberry Rage? Where did they get that idea?” Brennie questioned as she went up to it and filled a cup with the stuff. Giving it a taste test, her eyes went wide in amazement before drinking some more. “Mm~!”
“Oh yeah, I’m having some of that!” Ghost declared as he dispensed a cup of the pink-tinged chilled Argent.
“You have a spell checker in your search bar?!” I asked incredulously because I misspelled ‘falafel’ and it even had a chibi Twilight in a sexy librarian getup and glasses wagging her finger at me while using a pointer with the other hand to point out the mistake.
“Did you just misspell inside of me?!” Twilight demanded dangerously and I gulped.
“And what would you do?” Yola chuckled.
“My system has informed me of the mistake. Time for a lesson on the importance of pronunciation in clarifying the-.”
[20...Minutes...Later…]
“Thank you.” Yola chuckled attentivly while the rest of us banged our heads on tables or in Brennie’s case, took a nap through it all. It was easy to forget sometimes that Yola was originally just a collection of data keeping programs. This just reminded me of that. “That was a very informative lecture on the nuanced length of syllables depending on letter placement.”
“Oh thank gosh.” Brain hurty from too many long words in sound-triangles on head. “Anyway, yeah, you can replicate anything you’ve eaten here. I guess the same goes for us. Do they have something similar to this in the Empire?”
“Not really. We’ve come close, very close, but if we could examine what our bodies do to achieve this, it could solve so many logistical issues like the freshness of food, abundance of food and how to make space stations more easily sustainable.” Twilight replied excitedly and I had a concerned thought.
“How much of what Nox and Nostradomus’s crews studied within us even reached the proper authorities? Especially if Princess Twilight Sparkle who was known for her intellect, didn’t get a single piece of data on us from those crews.” I asked worriedly and Brennie jumped to her paws while Twilight remained silent and Ghost looked angry alongside Bumblebee.
“That sounds fishy sis. I don’t like it.” Yola shivered at the violating thought that our crews, people we’d come to respect and appreciate over the time we had them, had betrayed us in some way.
“I’m gonna go order this to be looked into immediately . You all keep going without me. This is why we Argentines are autonomous !” Brennie snarled and hurried out of the cafeteria.
“I’m going to the can!” Ghost called out from near the public restrooms that were directly across the hall from the paired cafeterias and I blinked. Ghost still had to use the toilet? Why didn’t the rest of us?
“That’s why I don’t want to have a Beast alt. The drawbacks of mimicking organics that closely aren’t worth it.” Bee commented as he shook his head, his long ears similar to ours wiggling.
“I think I might have to sometime then, since I do have a Beast alt.” Twilight informed us and I hoped she wouldn’t need to do that in this alt, because having to dispose of that much waste was a messy business...
“Twilight, you have a, um ‘private entertainment’ option in there and it's not at all safeguarded.” Ghost informed us as he left the bathroom while shaking his hands to further air-dry them.
“Wait, did you use it?” I asked him curiously, because he wasn’t in there for long.
“Heck no. If I need to get off I’m gonna handle it-mmph! N-none of your business!” Ghost caught himself, his face flushed red at almost admitting to masturbating to his mothers. It’s okay Ghost, everyone faps.
“What? Why would I have something like that?” Twilight asked in absolute casual curiosity. I’m kinda curious about what normal public restrooms in the Empire look like now.
“That isn’t important, what matters is that we finish exploring you, which includes the ladies room.” Yola pointed out to us and I nodded before following her in.
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“So you’re a Goddess of Life right now, along with your normal Aspect of Death?” Slayer asked Vinnie over a holo-call at the meeting table since she felt it important to inform her siblings of her situation even if she was on vacation.
“Yep. Which is why I’m looking more and more like an anthro version of a classical Greek Goddess with the radiant glow and the absolutely inexplicable hair.” Vinnie replied as she petted her knee-length extra poofy wolf tail that shined like each strand was a thread of spun gold. The rest of her fur was similar, but her tail was the most radiant.
“So does it affect whatever alt forms you have?” Collateral asked curiously and Vinnie shrugged. “Right, vacation.” Vinnie smiled sheepishly as she twitched her bunny ears that had tufts on the ends that made them look bigger and longer. “Sis, you are fucking beautiful.”
“Aw, thanks Col.” Vinnie blushed as she smiled genuinely at the praise. Slayer knew she had more-than-platonic feelings for all of them, so he could only wonder how happy she really was.
“But are you still good to help fight Hell? You don’t have aversions to ending any form of life?” Pillar asked in concern and Vinnie was clearly about to deny such an issue, when she winced .
“Guh! Uh-oh. Um...if they’re monsters bent on annihilating all other life? No twinge, so no baseless or ruthless slaughter of non-demons or non-evil entities. Great, I’m a D&D Lawful Stupid Paladin~! I’m the team mom now!” Vinnie lamented and everyone else chuckled. If anyone could have the role, it was her. Sure, she wasn’t a murderer, but she was still one of the people who tended to root out spies. Guess they’ll have to ask Cocoa for help there more often.
“Well, at least you found this out when you’re not on duty. As a heads-up, we got word that Brennie has decided to suddenly head an investigation into violations against Nora and Yola by Imperial agents. So, good luck reeling her in if she goes too far.” Slayer grumbled and Vinnie whined at her sister deciding to interrupt her time off.
“Oh well. Brennie is Brennie. She can deal with it on her own, I’m sure. I’m gonna go down to the beach and get some sun, you four keep Hell on their toes.” Vinnie hung up and Slayer then looked between the other three at the table.
“So. Anyone having powerful urges beyond their usual? No sudden obsessions, idle thoughts that distract too much? New bodily features beyond the obvious?” Slayer probed and the brothers shook their heads. “Good, because by all that is Good in this universe, I swear, if another of you is benched at this point in time, I will personally force you to watch a looped video of Isabelle crying.” The brothers all paled. “Now then, let's move on from Barbados.”
Ch.107
“Oh, fuck me.” Brennie sighed since the Office of Naval Intelligence was in a frantic panic. The whole place was turned upside-down and shaking to find any trace of Nora and Yola’s technical specifications, which were supposed to be sealed until they could get permission from the sisters for them considering the stressful scenario they were forced into when the information was obtained. “What was the point of building up this organization, only to see it becoming an incompetent joke?”
“P-please ma’am, forgive us. We didn’t m-mean for this to happen! We’re still adjusting to having so much data at constant risk considering nearly half of the local population are synthetics able to directly access it instead of needing a hardwire connection.” Director Tacpad pleaded with the woman, who even in just a hardsuit, was intimidating beyond belief.
Brennie scoffed at the pathetic statement. What bunch of fresh incompetent idiots did the Empire put here that they would lose information as vital as schematics to the fucking deus ex machina Hail Mary the Chaos Trinity is betting on? The files were missing and instead replaced by dummy files that were notably lacking in the data Tacpad and his team knew was supposed to be in there. Someone in the organization stole the information of two of the Empire’s most valuable citizens, because even if they hadn’t registered properly, they’d earned it with service.
Those specs could be used to replicate Nora and Yola’s fantastic capabilities, any megacorporation would risk forceful disbandment to obtain them and use even a fraction of their contents to turn a hefty life-long profit. As if they hadn’t betrayed the sisters enough, now other Imperials were going to stab them in the backs again?
“This is why I hate bureaucrats and corporations.” Brennie seethed in her hatred. As good as they were at their jobs and place in society, they tended to lose the ball over the fence when it mattered most.
“Did my boss fuck up again?” Huffed Gilda, one of the rare Undead to see in the modern day beyond Equus. The old friend of Rainbow Dash was a stunning beauty and fit the profile of most females on military duty, though she was more muscular and filled out her blue office pantsuit like she could burst out of it by flexing. Her beauty was only hampered by Brennie’s vivid memory of having seen the left side of her face torn off in a siege from Hell. She acted as an agent of ONI, working in the seedier areas of the Empire. Why was she here?
“That fucking rat, Admiral Nox and his crew. They were on board Nora and gathered vital data on her, yet this fucking office of yours were fed with fake information and the real thing is missing.” Brennie told her with restrained fury, her hands clenched into fists as they were wreathed in blood-red Argent plasma. The traditional, lethal, raw shit from Hell . Hellfire was one thing, but this spooked Brennie and she ceased the action. She nearly roasted this building .
“Hm, so either it’s Nox or Nostradomus or the thief is from this office. Nox is an asshole, but I don’t see him betraying the Empire like this. Nostradomus is too happy in life to ruin it like this. It’d be better if we check the dweebs pushing the filing around this office first.” Gilda suggested before she looked with disdain at the unicorn stallion Tacpad, who was sweating and scanning through his omni. “Hey boss, did you find any clue as to where the files went?”
“Might be someone in Clerical, actually. One of the aides said something about seeing a file labeled ‘medical station schematics, forward to department of health’ and sent it onward. I’m tracking that file now, but I’m not optimistic that they wouldn’t utilize it immediately. I’m having everyone send me reports on similar pass-along notes right now. It’s a mess .” Tacpad growled as he took a handkerchief from his breast pocket and wiped his brow while his shock-blue mane spiked up to its natural shape from the stress and his silver fur darkened with his sweat.
“How long will it take for them to ‘scrub ’ things down properly?” Brennie asked Tacpad with an impatient growl.
“At least a few hours while we also chase the leads we find. We can tell the departments that have received the files not to use them and to send them back, but then there’s the fact we don’t know if there are any collaborators in wait who could just make the files disappear. At least this isn’t like millenia ago when we still had paper filing.” Gilda snorted with a roll of her eyes and her nominal superior, only because she was assigned to him, not actual rank, glowered at her.
“You know what Gilda? I think it’s time you got back to field work. Feel free to take her with you Lady Brennie.” Tacpad grumbled at the disrespect as continued his work.
“Fucking finally !” Gilda flexed and her blouse’s buttons shot off, leaving her with plunging cleavage and a sigh of relief before then grabbing the front of her pants and yanking them off to reveal jean short-shorts and summoned golden gauntlets with a snap of her talons. In seconds, she went from annoyed office worker to badass bombshell bad-cop. The heavy iron collar designating her Undeath added to the look. “I couldn’t breathe in that monkey suit.”
“Good idea. She would be more useful out there in the field, than being stuck inside with you analyst pencil-neck snowflakes who could barely get any sloppy seconds in, if they were lucky.” Brennie verbally roasted Tacpad before leaving the office. “C’mon Gilda! You’re taking point on this investigation. Where to?”
“First, we’re gonna storm down to clerical, shake it down, then follow the trail manually. Sitting on our asses and digitally chasing it down may find the culprit, but by the time they’re singled out they’ve left and gotten away with it. We’re not gonna let that happen.” Gilda declared with a gleeful sneer on her beak and her lion tail whipping while her wings fluffed up from their carefully preened and pressed clean look. Brennie always liked her.
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“Thank gosh you guys have a milker.” Vinnie cooed as I watched the unbelievably beautiful bunny-wolf cybertronian woman get her golden massive mams milked while she sunned on the beach. The hoses ran into the opened garage door of the bottom floor of the basements.
“I’m surprised you thought we wouldn’t have one.” I snorted in amusement as I too laid back to relax. We found her sunning atop Twilight’s boobs when we finished our tour of her. Yes, her bathrooms have perverted pleasure options inside the stalls. Hardlight projectors, so it was all sanitary, but I had to wonder if that was standard for Imperial public restrooms. I also had to wonder if Twilight was okay with hardlight constructs in her likeness giving cunnilingus.
“Rannoch may be allied with the Empire and have Imperial citizens, but the Tikkun system is still autonomous and not under our rule. We shouldn’t expect you to follow our laws, like the one instating every home has at least one milking device.” Vinnie replied while stroking her yoga-ball breasts and enjoying being drained.
“Fair enough.” I shrugged and enjoyed the heat of the sun, sorta wishing I could tan. I was a bit jealous of Tali’s richer darker purple tone compared to my light lavender. I look like a night elf from World of Warcraft while she looked like a drow. The drow are sexier in my opinion.
I laid there for a while, idly checking on Vinnie, noting how her breasts were shrinking. I’m not sure it’s normal for the breasts to inflate and deflate according to milk retention like that. I thought they were mostly spongy glands that swelled the fuller they got. Whatever, it’s not like this universe is constrained by the rules of physics and biology my home universe is. Then again, they were unbelievably perky, so her glands may well be the-.
“Hm, question? Will Shepard and them run into that little clone problem on the Citadel?” Vinnie asked out of the blue and I hummed with consideration.
“Um...no? They shouldn’t. Not with the Keepers free and able to more actively care for it.” I’ve been checking in when I can. Reports are that the Keepers, while still tending the Citadel, no longer kill themselves the moment they’re touched by someone and also do more, like assist in medical emergencies and aid authorities in flushing out crime. I don’t think they’ll ignore clones of notable military or political authorities.
“But?” Vinnie pressed on as she eyed me. Oh? You like what you see? I thought for a bit only Brennie had her eyes. Then again, I haven’t spoken much with her.
“Well, I can’t promise it won’t happen, but it’s much more unlikely. Besides, with how things are now, it’s more likely that we may not even need to go to the Citadel with Catalyst helping prepare the Crucible from the data the ESA provided from the Prothean site on Mars along with Javik’s assistance in translating it beforehand. If we head there, it’ll be because of an emergency or political bullshit.” At least the Council in this instance of this universe weren’t imcompetant red-tape assholes.
“Then what about that Dark Elf version of the Commander, the one those Kaminoan assholes cloned, the one Wrex pleaded to Lady Death to bring her soul back into?” Vinnie’s rambling stunned me before I freaked out a little bit.
“Wait, what ?! Why wasn’t I told about that?!” I screeched in shock and jumped to my feet, then yelped from overbalancing on the sand, sending me stumbling onto Vinnie, which made her yelp and laugh since her beach-ball boobs bounced me a bit before I settled onto them. “Oof, sorry.” I got off of the woman who just chuckled and waved me off.
“It wasn’t very important at the time and Shepard seemed too preoccupied with her new abilities from the reports, so she likely forgot about her clone sister. Don’t worry too much, we’ve kept tabs. Her name is Nicole. She doesn’t have any of Shepard’s own memories, but aside from being an amazonian dark elf, she’s Shepard in all the ways that mattered physically back then.” Vinnie informed me and I sighed.
“So, she might be a problem in the future because people could use her. Thanks for the heads-up.” I was kinda curious now though, I wonder if Penny is okay with morphing to match her clone-sister so I can give her the ear treatment like Marrow and the others have been tormenting Yola and I these past weeks. Just because we have new erogenous zones is no reason to abuse them~...
“No problem. Oh and if you ever want to get frisky, I’m very willing.” Vinnie winked at me and groped her medicine-ball mams as she licked her lips seductively at me. “Now then, I hear you have tentacles, mind giving me some extra fun to top off this relaxing sunbath and milking?”
“Well...I’m not in the mood right now. Sorry.” I apologized, because while I am often up for sex, I’m just not feeling it right now. “Besides, I don’t like sex on the beach. Sand get’s everywhere .”
“Eugh, right. Thanks for reminding me.” Vinnie stuck out her tongue in disgust this time and shrugged. “Well, thanks for the milking and letting me crash at your mansion.”
“Sorry we started to charge people. They act like we run a resort or something, so we started having guests rent rooms.” I snorted, then blinked and looked out towards the two small islands. They were technically mine...no, they were mine. The Rannoch government ‘sold’ the land to us. I was too dumbfucked to remember clearly, but accessing my memory told me someone asked if I would like to purchase the islands using credits earned providing resources. Could I turn them into resort islands and make more money?
“I know that look. Brennie gets it enough. Go for it if you want, Brennie’s made enough resorts that she could definitely give you pointers.” Vinnie encouraged me and I remembered her saying that earlier.
“I still find it hard to believe that Brennie owns getaway resorts.” She really doesn’t seem the type. A chain of gyms or training centers, maybe, but resorts?
“People find it hard to believe Brennie can do anything so elaborate and complex. She uses that to her advantage and everybody becomes fearful of her because of that. She stated a long time ago; ‘We judge things based on outward appearances and overlook the potential that lies within’.” Vinnie said and I felt that was a bit much to say on the matter, but okay.
“Right, well, it’s an idea. I’m gonna go get lunch, do you want anything? Have you topped off your argent reserves?” I asked the cybertronian woman and she rubbed her smooth and fit stomach.
“I’m good for now, thanks for the offer.” Vinnie waved me off and I left her to her sunning.
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“Where are the files?!” Gilda snarled as she shoved a wiry earth pony desk jockey’s face into the floor. Brennie was flushed and getting really turned on at how domineering and rough Gilda was being this whole time. Her competence and sexy-as-sin body helped, but it was also because of that time they met at her city-sized, multi-island resort in the fitness club and she’d just punched a douche who couldn’t take no for an answer into a wall. They hit it off so well and Brennie regretted she wasn’t looking for something serious.
“W-what files?! Agh !” The brown-furred pony screamed as Gilda used her strength to casually snap one of his wrists.
“You can’t fucking play dumb after running when questioned initially! Where the fuck did you send them?! Who did you send them to?!” Gilda shrieked as she put pressure on his other wrist.
“J’ejune! J’ejune Corporation!” The stallion squealed like a pig and Gilda snorted before she cuffed him. He’d be getting a lighter punishment since he was both tortured and provided the demanded intel, but he was still going to be jailed at the least.
“That lazy and corrupt company that cuts corners on everything? Oh fuck no, we’re shutting them down. I’m sick of their shit. Xenogen and the other big megacorporations can have fun picking apart their corpse.” Brennie snarled as she used her omni to report their findings and to begin a full-on crackdown and dismantling of the corrupt megacorp.
They’ve been such a thorn in the economy’s side for producing such exotic, but also dangerous products. One of many reasons Argentines don’t allow Imperial goods into their markets anymore. She shuddered in a mixture of disgust and arousal at remembering the victims of Rubber-Made; people who used the product and turned into living rubber .
How that fucking made it past testing and the Empire’s safety board for casual public distribution, she never knew. It was acceptable on the select fetish markets, but it was marketed wrong and people suffered, even if they enjoyed it a bit too much and could be reverted.
That was only one of J’ejune’s glorious fuckups.
The Gigantism Epidemic and Dwarfism Disease caused by them somehow losing track of rejected batches of Lemon Loftcakes and Strawberry Shortcakes respectively was still a glorious example of unchecked corporate incompetence and corruption.
“There, done. By this time next week, J’ejune will be disbanded and the other megacorps can have fun dissecting their corpse for useful bits. Good work, Gilda.” Brennie praised the operative who smirked and put her talons on her wide egg-bearing hips.
“Yeah, I’m awesome. I know. Now then, let’s drop this guy in the tank so I can be transferred to your team or whatever. I’m done with office work, required occupation rotation be damned.” Gilda snarled as she picked up the stallion, who squeaked at his average build being hoisted up like he was a box of tissues and Brennie turned to head to the security office.
“I’ll see if I can squeeze you in-.” Brennie twitched when she felt the not-unwelcome talon on her ass even through her hardsuit due to the strength she put into the squeeze.
“Isn’t that my job~?” Gilda purred, her leonine torso rumbling while she had the culprit over her shoulder. Said downtrodden data-thief blushed from how the amazonian griffin manhandled him. “I mean, I still remember that time on Kalua Island. That night of passionate hot fucking that filled me with so many fucking eggs that I had to take time off because they were clacking together and making me orgasm too much to work.”
Brennie flushed since she remembered that too. She didn’t demand that Brennie take responsibility because she was putting them up for adoption since she was part of the Surrogacy System anyway. “Y-yeah...it kinda is…” Brennie shuddered and she hurried up when Gilda smacked her suit-clad ass.
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“So, this is what Nicole looks like?” I asked Penny, who was sheepishly complying with my request for her to mimic her clone sister after she realized she had completely forgotten to tell me about her when I roasted her the moment I went back inside for lunch.
“Yeah. I was kinda stunned too. I don’t get the elf ears though. Where’d the kaminoans find the genes for these?” Penny asked as she ran her fingers along the long movable ears, causing her to shiver.
“Maybe it was my CNA? I mean, the sample must’ve been obtained at some point and I can only think the best opportunities for that were from the hair and fluid waste of our shenanigans.” I mirrored her motions with my own ears, which must’ve been my doing after all. I guess it wasn’t Primus who gave me these cute moving ears that perk upward when I’m happy or wilt downward when I’m sad or angry.
“So, wouldn’t she technically be our daughter?” Penny asked and I bit my lip at remembering Penny and I have had so many babies. Speaking of which…
“How are they?” Penny blinked, before smiling gently and rubbing her muscular flat lower tummy.
“Well, I wasn’t able to birth them myself, so sis did that for me. They’re doing well according to their caretakers and our kids from before are doing well. I saw one or two out among the Autobots, but I didn’t get to chat with them since they’re so busy right now.” Penny answered before morphing back to her fluffy vixen form. She considered this her true self, she didn’t like pretending to be something she wasn’t.
“Good. Say, you’ve been doing really well about not needing to breed.” I brought up and Penny proudly posed with her fists on her hips.
“I’ve been using the training given to us at the Fortress of Doom to temper my needs. Also, we’ve been fucking like rabbits in heat, so that helps. At least we’ve been careful aside from Marrow needing to be knocked up repeatedly, but...I wouldn’t deny having another dozen...or several dozen of your’s and Yola’s kids would be wonderful…” Penny bit her lip and her tail wagged excitedly.
“Well...I’m not up for that. Urta has to go to Qwip-Qwip to give birth every other day due to her surrogating so many babies for colonization efforts and parents unable to have children, but unwilling to go to extremes to have them personally. I’d rather you not add more to her plate.” I considered and Penny sighed with an understanding nod.
“Yeah, I don’t get how sis can just pop them out and casually hand them off. That would wreck me. It sucks enough she had to have my kids when it was my job to bring them into this universe.” Penny wilted sadly and I mewled as I hugged her and pet her soft fluffy head.
“There, there. You were busy and didn’t have time. I’m just glad Urta was willing to do that for you.” I kissed her cheek and backed away. “Now then, let’s get some lunch then ask Gidget what she has planned for dinner. I think Gidget said something about-.” The doorbell rang and Jeanne pinged the intercom.
“Madam Penny, Miss Nicole is here.” Jeanne told us and we looked at each other before I helped her quickly redress since she was nude for the display and we hurried downstairs where several people were milling about before, but were now staring agape at the blast-from-the-past image of a mostly-human Shepard in a casual white tank top and jeans with a rucksack at her boot-clat feet.
“So, you’re my mom?” Nicole demanded with Penny’s no-nonsense tone she usually used when in ‘Commander Mode’ and I saw Penny stand straighter.
“Yeah, I guess. Illegitimate or not, you’re my brat. Welcome home, nudity is allowed, no sex in the open. If there’s anything you need, ask, if you have any questions, ask.” Penny then lessened her aggressiveness and awkwardly held her arms open.
“What? You just accept me? No denying it, nothing about leaving me to rot in a tube and be trained as a soldier?” Nicole huffed and thought about it. “Fuck it. I came here because I don’t have any fucking place to be, if you’re offering to let me stay I’ll play nice, but don’t expect me to be all mushy and shit.” Nicole hesitated, then hugged her mom. Aw…
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“Just sign here...here...initial here...here...signature here...here...and then stamp here.” The legal representative of the construction company I hired to build a resort on the deserted islands just off the coast near my home finished up the digital filing for the work to be done with my signatures. Dear frick, even in the future paperwork sucks ! My mansion didn’t have half this documentation! “Thank you, we’ll get to work right away.”
“Just don’t cut any corners. I don’t care about cost, I can easily recoup any losses.” I said to the volus as we stood up from the table. He was just one of many of his people who moved to Rannoch because of it’s important economic structure bridging the economies of the Milky Way and Andromeda. Not to mention the cultural and religious importance that they connect more deeply with Wiatr.
“We would never. Though I would waive my own fees, if…” His suit's optics looked down to my tentacle-covered quim, which was still above his height with me being 7 feet tall and him barely breaking 3.
“Sorry, but I’m not willing to risk your health just to save a few thousand credits.” I replied earnestly. I wouldn’t mind, I’m curious about volus biology, what with it being ammonia based and used to intense atmospheric and gravity pressures, but even with Imperial modding, only so much can be done to lessen the sensitivity of the volus to lower air pressures and gravities.
“We have liveships to simulate our homeworld’s conditions. Don’t think the quarians were the only ones with such vessels back in the day. We mostly use them for long term jobs.” The volus representative for the local Teamsters-I was shocked too -Union insisted and I blinked at his insistence.
“Okay...I don’t mind just paying you. Why are you so interested?” I asked curiously. I mean, volus are so vastly different from other species, I find it hard to think he finds me attractive.
“With all these mods being offered, I took a few, I want to see how it is. That’s all.” He admitted to just being curious. I could respect that, but even so...
“It’s still a no. Even if that’s the case I still don’t want to risk hurting you. I’m a bit special in that regard.” I turned him down gently and he shrugged.
“Okay, I’ll see if another quarian on my work team wants to.” He sighed before walking off. Wow the Galaxy really is changing. Elsewhere that’d be sexual harassment, but I guess if it’s consensual and doesn’t get in the way of work, then it’s okay for co-workers to have intimacy.
“So you have a resort being made after all?” Vinnie asked when she entered the patio area where I’d been negotiating with the volus. She was wearing yoga shorts and a T-shirt that was obviously chosen for it’s graphic to be stretched over her boobs, turning what may have been a logo for a company into a thinly-strained one with the ends right at her nipples. Nice .
“Yes, why? You have some ideas?” I asked the unbelievably beautiful cybertronian wolf woman who I didn’t understand why she had bunny ears, but they worked . She even treated them like hair sometimes, like now, with the long appendages limp and gently tied together with a bow so they trailed back.
“I swear, you’re the only person I’ve met daring enough to both be naked and not, while also even more lewd at the same time. I’m shocked you’re still not bothering to wear clothes.” Vinnie commented with a smirk before she looked out at the ocean. “Well, my first suggestion is try not to ruin the view with ugly high-rise hotels out there. Brennie didn't listen to me when I made that suggestion and her first resort has a hideous skyline like old Miami Beach.”
“I’ve never been to Miami, so I’ll have to take your word on that. I did say that it should be low-profile so the view from my home here isn’t ruined. Any other ideas?” I asked the woman and followed when she began heading inside out of the sun. It was summer here it turns out, so it was getting unpleasant for people to stay outside. I barely notice the temperature anymore.
“Treat the resort like a self-sufficient and contained town. You should have a desalination station, power station, maybe even a vertical farm or shipping container farms or something so you can have some local food stocks. Basements built to standard for bombing bunkers. A competent security or even local police force. You should also-.” I used a summoned tentacle to press on her lips and sighed out my nose.
“Please give me a list and I’ll forward it to the contractors.” Vinnie nodded and I retracted the extra tentacle. “So, you all think it’s too hot out there?” I asked the few people in the living room area. It was just Chrys munching on food with Gidget pampering her on the couch while they watched children’s programming and the triplets watched intently.
“It’s 117 degrees fahrenheit outside, Aunt Nora. It’s way too hot.” Ultia informed me, rather eloquently. It was sad to see her sisters and her already looking to be 7 after just a few months of them receiving the full battery of mods that Paretia was able to approve them for. She lamented that she felt it necessary, that she wanted her daughters able to care for themselves in case anything happened...at least the rapid aging ends at physical maturity and they plateau in their twenties for forty years before slowed aging kicks in. If they don’t get modded further .
The fact people can mod themselves into agelessness if not immortality in the Empire made me queasy at the fact that despite their astronomically high birth rates, the disturbly high death rates in spite of it and their long-lived people meant that anyone who could would and should mod themselves as much as possible.
By comparison, the Argentines are far more stable outside their military, which like any military, loses people in action. The only natural cause of death would be of age, but they’re so naturally long-lived anyway they might as well be ageless.
“Yeah mom, it is way too hot. I get you’re a cybertronian, but even I and my non-cybertronian sibs need to get out of the heat.” Chrys commented before she accepted the forkful of cake that Gidget was offering. Although Chrys could sustain herself off of emotion energy, she still needed to feed her brood normal food since they weren’t changelings.
“We have naturally high heat resistances hun. You’d be able to too if you took the plunge.” Gidget fluttered her eyes at her fiance and Chrys pouted at what has become an old subject. Chrys didn’t want to become a cybertronian, at least not right now while she was pregnant. Although she knew nothing would harm the babies, she didn’t want to risk it.
I, on the other hand, am getting tired of it. “Okay, Chrys? Cybertronians live for unimaginably long lengths of time, not counting if they transfer their spark to an unfinished Protoform. They are also a superior example of biology married to synthetics after Primus created me. As your mother, I now insist you get it over with so you can stop worrying about it.”
“But...fine. Go ahead, knock yourself out.” Chrys rolled her eyes and held out her hand, so I approached and grasped her hand-.
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-Eugh...oh~...my head...my...everything … “What hit me?” I weakly asked the darkness since either my eyes were closed or my optics were shut off entirely.
“Argent deficiency. You converted 81 entities into cybertronians at the same time . You’re lucky you didn’t short out.” Yola hissed at me from the side, helping me orient myself and register the plush surface I was on to be the master bed. “Chrys didn’t want you to convert her because she’s hyperpregnant with 80 little Chaos noodles and is only one third of the way to term. The third that is the smallest during a pregnancy in case you forget sis.”
“You could stop badgering her and help me sit her upright.” I heard Penny grumble and they sat me up before putting pillows behind me. “Okay, now drink.” I felt Penny press her breast to my face, her large thimble-sized nipple in my mouth. I sucked and drank her Argent, enjoying how she hummed and cooed.
Soon, I got enough energy to raise my hands and play with her breasts as I drank and she panted while grinding against my lap. My sight returned in a flash and I looked up at her panting face. The way her tongue stuck out to the side as I drove her wild really got me going too. I switched from her right breast to her left, kneading her right and using my left hand to move down to her pants, fingering her quim and making her whimper.
“Okay, you’re good. Get off of her, Penny.” Yola declared, only to flinch away when Penny snarled at her in a far-too-feral manner.
“No! She has me ready, I’m taking the opportunity! Your dick-tentacle is already there, just fucking shove it up through my shorts!” Penny demanded and I hummed as I obeyed, stabbing my hectocotylus tendie up through the crotch of her shorts and into her plump, very ready cunt. “Yes ~!” Penny howled and tried to ride me, but I slapped her booty and shook my head.
“It’s not a dick, just let me do the work.” I smirked before going back to my liquid meal and fucking her casually.
“Unbelievable. You almost die and your first impulse is to fuck our wife when she’s literally nursing you to health?” Yola demanded, causing me to feel a cold fury in my Spark.
“Shut up and join or get out, Yola.” I glared at her in disapproval for believing fucking our wife wasn’t a good response to nearly dying.
‘W-wha-I...o-okay…” Yola wilted, her ears drooping almost to her shoulders as she climbed onto the bed and got behind Penny, who moaned and her fluffed-up tail smacked into my sister, who pressed up against her, trapping the wagging tail between her tits and then Penny squealed. The reason was clear to me too since I felt Yola’s tentacle penetrating Penny’s anus. “Sorry. I...I forgot sex is one of your coping mechanisms and Penny was beyond available and willing…”
“More than beyond available! Knock me up! It’s been almost two years to the day! I can’t believe it’s taking so long to reformat the Normandy ! I can’t take it anymore! Fill me! I want your pups~!” Penny demanded as I continued to suckle her Argent, so I didn’t deign to respond.
I did, however, answer physically by ramming my tentacle into her womb.
“Yes! Yes ~! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me ~!” Penny screeched and bit my left ear-.
“Mmmmmmm ~!” I bit into her areola as the pain-pleasure overwhelmed my techno-organic brain and I came so hard it nearly hurt ! I spasmed while my sight went dark again as I pumped untold volumes of cum through my tentacle and into her waiting womb. I then came harder when I felt Yola cram her tendie up through Penny’s vagina to squeeze past her cervix and join me.
At some point, in her throes of ecstasy, Penny released her bite on my ear and was whimpering as she lapped at the wound she caused, which prolonged my orgasm even further and I nearly blacked out entirely.
I eventually recovered and looked down at Penny, who had fallen back on Yola, who was too weary to push her off. Wow was she a sight. She wasn’t inflated thanks to her navel pearl, which was shining of course, but she was absolutely wrecked and still had both mine and Yola’s tendies in her cunt, which was instinctively clenching on us to try and keep us going.
“I think we broke her, sis.” Yola groaned while Penny stared at the ceiling, her jaw hanging open with her tongue flopped out and completely unresponsive aside from her milking quim.
“We nearly broke me , so I think we should stay like this for a bit and let her recover.” I eyed the door, thankful for the upteenth time that each room had a magic enchantment on the doors to block all noise when closed. “So...80 danger noodles in her womb, huh?”
“Yeah. It was why she didn’t want you to do it. She didn’t want to goad you into it by letting you know how many were in her and have you do it anyway as a challenge to your capabilities, since you converted Twilight when she’s only pregnant with 27 Chaos noodles.” Yola informed me and I could see that happening. I am oddly prideful of the weirdest things.
I’m still the only one flexible enough to curl up enough to eat my own pussy out and I take pride in it damn it! Martra doesn’t count, she’s a cat and a taur, that’s a double-foul on the flexibility test! Neither do Penny or Urta, being foxes and slimes aside! Double-foul! “Well, it happened anyway, fat good it did. How is she?” I asked my sister while Penny’s hands and paws started twitching.
“She’s doing just fine, especially since being cybertronian, she can just use a standard Navel Pearl. She’s happy as a clam to be fully mobile again and so is Gidget, since it means they can do things together that were limited by her hyperpregnancy before.” Yola answered as Penny took a deep gasp of breath.
“H-holy shit, by sister was that incredible.” Penny fingered her clit and rubbed around her puffy pussy that was still tightly wrapped around our tentacles. “Mm~...wanna go again?”
“It took you several minutes to recollect yourself. No.” I huffed and shared a look with Yola, nodded, then we both rapidly retracted our tentacles to cling back over our vulvas and caused Penny to yelp in shock.
“Hey~!” Penny whined and pouted at me before she looked slightly to the side and her ears wilted. “I’m so sorry…” She sat up and I cried out in pain/pleasure as she licked my injured ear, my tentacle pressing so hard against my swollen cunt that I nearly penetrated myself. Holy fuck I can fuck myself! No, brain, brain hold on. Ear, tongue, thingy. Hurt. Hurt bad. Tongue good~!
“That...that doesn’t look good. I’ll go get Chrys since she’s the closest thing to a doctor for us.” Yola jumped to her feet and hurried out as Penny had me at her mercy, gently licking and whispering apologies to my ear as I quietly orgasmed.
Over. Over. Over again.
“Oo...that...that’s bad. Keep licking to invigorate the area with your Argent, I’ll go grab the surgery kit.” I heard Chrys say something about sugar tits? Sugar tits sound good. “Okay, I’m going to need you to knock her out. Will her old override code work?”
“Maybe? Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?” Why was Yola saying that old book title? “Oh no, um, this happened before. Hermais gave me her Admin Override in case...okay. Knowledge is my domain, those who have minds are my wards.”
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I blinked. The ecstasy of Penny licking and kissing my ear was gone. I was in the misty thorned valley with the blooming giant cherry tree again. Only, I wasn’t in the gazebo. I was standing in the thorns, my metal feet feeling nothing for it. I was gigantic, enough of a giantess that the tree seemed like a normal tree to me, while the gazebo was over to my right, still the size for normal people and helped give a sense of scale.
“Why am I here? I was having mind-blowing sex with my wives and now I’m here in my...what did Bleach call it? My Soulscape? Yeah, why am I here, Dad?” I called out to the sky and was rewarded by my adopted father Primus seeming to materialize and then he landed. He didn’t seem impossibly gigantic anymore, standing only a few heads over me. The golden god of cybertronians smiled kindly and opened his arms.
I beamed and hurried to him, wrapping my arms around his waist as best I could while his blockier arms enfolded around me. He’s so warm, so comforting. Dad gives the best parental hugs. “Daughter. You have grown so much since I last visited.” He pulled away and put a finger under my chin to look into my eyes. “How are you my little Nexus?”
“I’m great! I’ve been enjoying myself, spending time with family and any friends that visit. I’m planning for the future and starting a getaway resort so I don’t have to keep using my factory capabilities to support myself beyond what I absolutely have to.” I told my dad who sat down on a convenient flat cliff on the mountains bordering the valley and I sat next to him on another convenient cliff.
“It pleases me greatly to see you enjoying yourself and not dwelling on the coming battles. Keep in mind the future beyond the battles, beyond the war. Do not fall into a pit of never-ending war like my other children have.” Primus implored me while retaining that kind smile on his face.
“I will dad. You can be assured of it. I’m not much of a fighter after all. I’ve only fought because I’ve had to. This life I’m living now, this charmed and wonderful life, this is what I want. I’ll fight to ensure it stays this way, but otherwise, I’m done seeking conflict.” I declared to my dad, who gently put a hand to my left cheek, then ran his finger along my ear.
I was worried I was going to suddenly get off in front of my dad, but it didn’t happen. “Wake up.”
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I snapped awake and sat up. I touched my ear and felt the hard cast on it. They had to put a cast on my ear? Did Penny almost bite my ear off? I’m glad the pleasure receptors in my ears are so intense now, otherwise the pain mixed in with it would’ve been unbearable.
I got out of bed, made sure my tendies were covering my groin and nipple areas, then went downstairs to find everyone in the dining area. *Sniff* Mm~ Gidget made enchiladas! “What meat is it this time?” I asked and everyone turned to me, then seemed to be confused. “Um...what?”
“Sis?” Yola asked unsurely and I was starting to feel worried.
“Yes? What’s wrong? How bad is my ear?” I asked as I gestured towards it, but didn’t touch it.
“No, you have an...emblem on your brow and your eyes are brighter. You are also more muscular.” Chrys said, drawing my attention to see that she was skinny again and sitting comfortably at the table instead of away from it with a giant belly and tits in the way.
“Oh. I’ll go look in the mirror.” I hurried towards the nearest bathroom, the one next to the kitchen and quickly looked at myself. Dayum~ I’m cut! I better put down the knife, because these chiseled muscles are fine ~! My eyes are shining much brighter and I have the Autobot insignia on my brow! I’m not at all upset about this! This is good! Great even! “Thanks dad.”
Do not thank me. It was always within you, Nexus.
Daw, you big cheesy old softie. “I’m fine! Now let’s eat!” I took a seat down by the end since everyone else was already seated and eagerly waited to be served by Twilight, since she was the one with the most advanced magic, she could serve everyone simultaneously. “Hey, where’s Vinnie?” I asked upon noticing the beautiful woman wasn’t around, neither was Brennie and her friend-with-benefits Gilda.
“She went to go and drag those two horny jerks out of their room for dinner. Now then, everyone, I present to you my beef enchiladas!” Gidget declared happily and everyone dug in the moment Twilight levitated our food onto our individual plates.
Ch.109
“I can’t believe you.” I snarled as I glared at the astromech droid EDI was in.
“Mom…”
“Don’t mom me! You can’t be serious!” I gestured towards the Normandy EDI. She was a ship that had three times the engine power of the original Normandy , stealth systems imported from the Empire so she could cloak as reliably as clandestine ships like Hunter’s Shadow Dagger . She had a Drive Core more suited to one of my Planters than a stealth frigate and was intended to be EDI’s new permanent body after I convert it with her installed !
“I am.” EDI calmly replied and I grit my teeth as my ears wilted.
“But baby…” If you do this, then you might not be able to properly have children with Joker...
“Mom, it’s the right thing to do.” EDI replied staunchly. “B-besides...Jeffrey’s whole life is flying. I’m his wife. I want to be more than just his companion. I...I want to be his whole life. I want to be his ship, his dream. I want nothing more than to experience what you do when you’re being piloted, but with Jeffrey.” I could feel her smile and how flustered she was, even though she was in an emotionless shell right now.
“But you two could never have children then…” I was wondering why EDI wasn’t taking up Chrysanthemum’s offer of a proper bio-synth body.
“Pfft. Please. Mom, we don’t care about having kids. That said, because we might change our minds in the future, there is a...shall we say, private room meant for Jeffrey alone and his chair has more than just a cup for me to feel him inside me.” EDI chirped, her astromech head spinning around as she wobbled on her wheels in anticipation. “There’s also the fact that anyone you turn into a Transformer has the notable ability to change size and I’d be compatible with Imperial size-restriction magic. I’m not trapped in a bad situation if you do this for me.”
“...Okay. You’ve clearly dedicated yourself to this sweetie. When do you want to do it?” I wish I hadn’t taken EDI’s insistence that I come alone. I could use Yola’s support in helping make a less impulsive decision. Especially since I decided to share the Matrix of Leadership with her, declaring her my ‘second’ and effectively making her de-facto ‘leader’ when I’m not around.
I don’t get why the Matrix of Leadership causes others to instinctively seek me out for advice, I don’t like it even though I appreciate that they value my input. I’m nobody special when it comes to having a guiding hand. I prefer to let people guide themselves. In this, I suppose I can’t tell EDI not to go through with what she’s been working towards these past few months.
“Right now! I’m tired of being in this droid or just hooking up to larger systems, I want my body! I want to be the Normandy ! I want to feel again! I haven’t felt anything since I was organic and Project Overlord ripped my mind from my body. Please mom. I need this. I want this.” EDI pleaded with me, her black opaque mono-eye somehow conveying desperation.
“Okay sweetie. I’ll do it, but we need you to be in your new chassis if you want to get started.” I smiled when my daughter cheered and she zipped towards the ship with a speed that would make olympic Vinnies envious. I followed at a casual pace, enjoying EDI’s impatient calls for me to hurry up. Eventually I was at the bridge, noting how empty the ship felt without anyone aboard.
“Okay mom, I’m in.” EDI said after she docked in her astromech socket.
I took a deep breath and dove my hands into my cleavage, pulling out large jugs of Argent. “I’m going to top-off and overfill my tanks so I don’t possibly kill myself, okay?”
“Oh! There’s still Argent stored on board. If you need to, feel free to tap those too.” EDI informed me while I chugged the first jug of Argent.
“*Gulp* Ah~. Actually, you might need those in a minute. We’ll also need to have an Argent Slime brought on board to keep all the cybertronians fueled along with you. We can’t rely on Penny and Urta since they’ll be more active, so a dedicated slime like Celise would be a good idea.” I said to my daughter before going for the next jug.
“Don’t worry, we actually already arranged to have Celise join the crew for those duties. She’ll be supplied with an Imperial Nutrition Flask so she can create Argent on demand instead of needing to milk sustenance from people to convert into Argent. Knowing her though, she’ll still be a voracious sexual predator hunting seminal and breast fluids.” EDI giggled and I nodded in agreement with that assessment of Celise.
“*Gulp * Oof...okay. Be ready to help me recover, sweetie.” I took out a few more jugs and crawled up to my daughter. I hugged her astromech droid body and kissed her head-.
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I opened my eyes to the starry expanse of my soulscape, fully prepared for this outcome. I stretched over the thorny rose bushes and relaxed while the gentle ever-present breeze brought cherry blossom petals over me.
“I really should have given you Solus’s Spark. You continue to Create despite the risks.” Primus said proudly from nearby and I hummed in content. “I hope you realize that by doing this, you’ve ensured your peaceful times have come to an end and now you must face violence again.”
“My peace couldn’t last forever. Better to get it over with than let it pile up. The Doom Marines are hindering Hell, not stopping them. They’ll come sooner rather than later. It’s for the best we get a move on, especially since the Planters have rebuilt the Relay Network.” I replied to my dad and looked over towards him. “So, any advice before I wake up?”
“I can’t quite think of anything you wouldn’t. Perhaps you should consider asking your sister instead of me, considering she is your second and close to being another daughter to me.”
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I reactivated in the med bay with an IV of Argent supplying me through what passed for my veins. “You cannot stop us.” A female voice whispered to me from a small golden projection of a twisted angelic figure appearing next to my bed. “The consumption of this and the next universe will continue the flow of energy.”
“Get bent and fuck off. You’re inside my daughter and I don’t appreciate it.” I disrupted the projection with a zap of channeled Argent from a finger and sat up. “Hey EDI! How are you?”
“I’m great! Morning mom, you’ve been asleep the past couple of days. You really conked out from converting me. We’ve already loaded me up and we’re preparing for my maiden flight!” EDI said over her intercom and Karin Chakwas approached from her office with a soft smile.
“You and your shenanigans, Nora. EDI has been so much more lively ever since you bound her to the ship. Sometimes I worry that she’ll faint from overexcitement, but she’s the engineer’s ‘medical’ concern, not mine.” Chakwas undid the IV and promptly pushed me out of her med bay. “Now get out, you’re not sick, so open the bed.”
“You’re all heart, doctor.” I playfully snarked and ensured my tendies were covering my naughty bits.
“Oh, don’t start.” Chakwas joked as I left her be. Chakwas and I have buried the hatchet over the years and she was fairly grateful to be at the center of all this ridiculousness.
After that, I toured EDI’s body. She was easily a bit bigger than the SR-2 , but not by much. She was possibly the same tonnage as the retired heavy frigate White-Out now, but considering she’s a Transformer and utilizing technology from three science-fantasy-fictions, she’s definitely going to be hitting well above her weight class.
There was a dimensionally expanded crew quarters and cargo bay, causing EDI to have the crew space of a cruiser and the cargo space of one too. This was so she could act as a troop carrier, since my Autobots, a small battalion strong at roughly 300-ish. Some joked about being Spartans, but I nixed that comparison when Ghost joked about it. I’m not tempting fate like that.
That said, there was more than enough room for everyone, more than enough supplies and with Celise acting as a dedicated Argent source in a section of engineering dedicated entirely to Argent storage and distribution, EDI wouldn’t have to worry about her Argent levels while in her ship form. I know this much because I’m currently being molested by the amorous Argent slime.
“Celise~! I’m not here for sex~!” I whined as I struggled against the surprisingly strong turquoise glowing goo gal. I hadn’t even properly checked in with everyone, I was just taking the tour with EDI giving explanations.
“Aw, but Paretia and Marrow aren’t here and I wanna suck your dick~!” The melty mare whined as she undulated her goo mound around my pelvis. “But what happened to it?! Are you okay?!”
“My penis has become a tentacle Celise and I don’t get aroused enough to cum through it unless I engage my pleasure receptors in it. So no trying to milk Yola and I when we’re not in the mood.” I pouted at her and she whined as she returned to her ‘swimming pool’ that contained all that was her . She was currently topped-off for EDI so any extra Argent she might need to burn could be pulled from this steamy reservoir named Celise right away.
“Fine, but I want cummies later!” Celise demanded and I snorted in fond amusement with a roll of my optics.
“Yes Celise, I’ll let you drive me crazy and force me to cum buckets later.” I giggled at her happy cheer as I left her chamber, aptly labeled the ‘Slime Sloot’ room with a heart graffitied in slime next to it. Celise absolutely loved her job, I knew that from the beginning, but I’m still a bit sad that someone, anyone, could revel in being a total shameless slut without moderation.
Now then, I’ve toured the expanded crew quarters, but I don’t know where I’m bunking yet. EDI was too vague and hurrying me along to-. “Now that you’re done with my resident slime sloot-*snicker*-room, go check out the hangar, armory and my gunnery deck!” Speak of the devil and she speaks back.
“Calm down EDI, I can take the whole tour later. I kinda want to know where I’m shacking up so I can lie down. I’m still a bit woozy.” It wasn’t Argent depletion, my system tells me I need more downtime to refresh my drives.
“But I want you to see what a beautiful ship you’ve turned me into~!” EDI whined like a child and I smiled before I heard the intercom ping.
“You’re rooming in the Private Suites of the crew deck, Nora.” Joker informed me and EDI mewled in defeat at being overridden by both her mom and her husband.
“Jeff~! I wanted mom to see what she’s done for me~!” EDI whined before the intercom shut off.
“My goodness. Now, what sort of room was I given?” I sighed and rubbed my face before I backtracked to the crew quarters and followed the signs to the private suites. I was a bit discomforted by the clear separation between us and the rest of the crew. Penny and her inner circle got the ‘private’ section to ourselves, while everyone else had to share bunks. It didn’t feel right.
At least until I realized the ‘private suites’ meant shared rooms between members of our group. I smiled at seeing my name along with Yola, Penny, Ash and Tali, but...I was a bit worried at seeing Urta was with us too. Why wouldn’t she be with Brennie, Vinnie and Gilda? Are they having a time-out ? I entered the room and was a mixture of sad and relieved that it was empty, so I went to the nearest bunk and crawled into it. Then I screamed when I fell through the mattress onto a bouncy bed! The fuck?!
“Ha! I’d apologize for the scare, but I didn’t tell you about the dimensional pocket rooms each bed connects to. It’s the same for each bunk across the ship. Everyone has their own private space! Since Princesses Urta and Twilight are aboard, I got the same extravagant treatments as the royal quarters of any ship the Imperial Royalty rides in. This room is yours to customize.” EDI tittered and clicked off her intercom so I couldn’t scream at her for scaring me.
I huffed and looked around the sparse space. There was this sinfully soft yet firm bed that both sunk in for comfort, but supported me in a way that was beyond belief. Other than that, there was just a nightstand, ensuite bathroom and a dresser. I could get to making more furniture later, right now, I just want a nap...
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“Hey sis.” I heard Yola softly whisper and then I moaned when I felt her grabbing my breasts, snapping me awake and looking up at her lecherous gaze as she straddled my hips. “You did good for EDI. She’s so damn happy, I haven’t seen her this joyful since she married Joker.”
“Well, aren’t you frisky.” I chuckled in a drowsy tone before she lowered to mash our breasts together and kiss me deeply. “Mm~...*smooch* what’d I do to earn that~?”
“Being a good mom, that’s what you did.” Yola kissed me again and I felt my lust rising-.
“Hey Yol-ah. Sorry to interrupt, but everyone needs to be on the bridge for EDI’s maiden voyage.” Penny said from above, causing me to look up at the low-ish ceiling over the bed at her head poking through it like it was the surface of a fluid.
“Aw.” Yola pouted and stood up, rising through the ceiling and climbing out of my room. I followed and looked at the way the ‘mattress’ in the bunk bed rippled like water or like those paintings from Super Mario 64. “C’mon sis, EDI needs us there to witness her first takeoff.”
“Sure thing.” I moved to leave, but Penny stood in the doorway with her hands on her hips.
“Where are you going?” Penny demanded in disapproval and I blinked in confusion. “This is a military vessel and I may run it with a lot of leniency, but there is to be no nudity beyond the bunk rooms. Put on real clothes Nora, Yola.”
“H-huh? But my tendies are-.”
“Part of your body and thus not clothes . Put your suits on ladies. I may enjoy the show, but the least you can do for anyone uncomfortable with such prodigious assets on display is to cover up.” Penny declared and I shared a pout with my sister before we then shared a sigh of defeat.
“Okay.” We whined before reaching into our respective cleavages to fish for our enviro-suits and got dressed for the first time in years. It felt confining...but at the same time it was liberating. These suits were updated versions for our current forms, but it felt like I’d never stopped wearing it even if I would rather feel the air on my skin. “There, happy?” We huffed and Penny licked her chops as she circled us and I don’t know about Yola, but I felt good that she was examining us so lecherously after dressing up.
“Just as skin tight and sexy as ever. I approve since you’re covering up. As your wife I doubly approve for keeping your bodies on display. Let’s go join the others on the bridge.” Penny slapped our asses and we squealed before giggling and following her to the front.
Once on the bridge, it was easy to find our group clustering behind Joker’s chair, which now seemed almost like an armored pod after the conversion. “Okay, now that everyone’s here, are you ready, EDI?” Joker asked his wife, who purred .
“I was born ready Jeff. Take me. Fly me to the moon and let me play among the stars .” EDI breathed in such a sexy tone that I blushed at hearing my daughter speak like that.
“You got it honey. All hands, prepare for liftoff.” Joker announced and we all stood ready for any shock the takeoff would impart despite the Mass Effect inertial dampeners. “Oh, right. Hold on a moment!” Joker grunted and stood up from his-he’s had work done. Joker had cybernetics implanted along his spine and I saw faint evidence of scarring along his arms when the much taller and healthier man produced a bottle of wine from his seat. “Gotta christen you babe.”
“Wine~? Aw, you didn’t have to~...” EDI giggled while Joker went to the bridge airlock, opened it and hung out of it by a hand with ease.
“I hereby christen thee: EDI !” Joker declared and smashed the bottle against her hull and everyone clapped. I was glad they weren’t keeping the Normandy name. The first died, the second was likely out of nostalgia. My daughter though, she was her spiritual successor, not her daughter.
“Oh~ Jeff…” I do not want to dwell on how aroused she sounded while Joker closed the airlock and returned to his seat.
“Save it for the night cycle, babe. We’ve got some flying to do. Launching in T-minus ten seconds people, we’re already clear for takeoff.” Joker warned us before he expertly brought EDI out of her moorings and EDI cooed as he maneuvered her through the designated path she was approved for. Then, the instant she was in the upper atmosphere, he gunned her and she squealed in excitement as he brought us halfway between Rannoch and the Relay within minutes . “Fastest ship in the Milky Way babe! Woo!”
“I’ve achieved lesser FTL without leaving realspace! Yes! Push me Jeff! Push me~!” EDI squealed excitedly and everyone began to disperse, several people with blushes as EDI revelled in how Joker could take her performance so far with such ease. At least I can rest easy knowing that EDI can outrun nearly any ship in this galaxy and the next.
“So, what’s the plan, Commander?” Brennie questioned as she rolled her head around, stretching out her neck while Gilda rubbed her neck and shoulders with a disapproving leer at her for some reason. Vinnie was next to them and just rolling her optics.
“The Citadel first, to touch base with the Council, then to Earth. Earth would normally be first since it’s on the way, but with Anderson on the Council I can get most of the political issues done first. After this, since EDI isn’t a registered SSV, she needs to be registered as an official freelance contractor vessel for military and political purposes.” Penny announced and Brennie groaned.
“Ugh! Military I get. I don’t want any asshole shooting EDI down because she didn’t register as a friendly to any allies, but politics? When are we ever not shackled to twats in seats of power, who do nothing but bitch and moan?” Brennie huffed disdainfully.
“Hey!” Urta and Twilight shouted in unison as their respective tails twitched.
“Don’t you ‘Hey’ me! I’m in the same boat as you!” She countered. Huh, she’s a political figure back in her own galaxy, but she doesn’t seem like the type to follow rules. Brennie really is a rebel, but I guess even she’s forced to obey the rules. “That said, since EDI is essentially a shared ship in terms of jurisdiction between the Milky Way and Andromeda, I suppose she needs to have as much verification to register as a diplomatic ship, not just a warship.”
“Geez girl, chill. You’re tighter than a fucking suspension bridge cable.” Gilda grumbled and hooked one of her arms and then Vinnie’s, causing them to blink. “Alright, time for a de-stress.”
“Oh! Right, I have playlists!” EDI chirped and suddenly a soft recent cover of Frank Sinatra’s Fly Me To The Moon began to play and I sighed happily at this silly family I’m part of.
Ch.111
“So the Slayer and his siblings are gone. Fantastic . At least Heaven was polite enough to leave notes for each of them.” Luna huffed as she looked at the reports presented by Cocoa not even a few hours after each of the leaders of the several Doom Slayer Chapters spontaneously vanished, both from the Fortress of Doom and in the Milky Way.
Curse Twilight Sparkle for leaving her as the next Empress. Once was enough for her and she didn’t miss this. “Cocoa assures Luna-wife that things are under control. The Argentines are still autonomous with no need for bosses watching.” Cocoa informed her Empress and wife kindly. She and Luna’s respective Aspects of Secrets and Dark synergized and she could understand her wife’s dislike for the limelight after a few decades of experiencing it.
“Still, for breeding ? Why not us or Urta?! Are they too good for us?!” Wiatr demanded with foam at her rodent lips, her trio of rat tails writhing in agitation.
“Notes included reason. We need you, they need them.” Cocoa answered and Wiatr looked flummoxed, unsure how to really respond at that fairly complimentary notion, that she and Urta were too important to be borrowed like Todd and his adopted siblings.
“There’s also the fact that you blessed them all with enhanced virility and fertility, remember? When you made the true sizes of their testacles matching our breasts?” Celestia brought up casually while she was busy reviewing her own work for her governance of Equus. Poor Tia, nobody wanted to take her place as the world ruler of the homeworld.
“Oh, right...did we?” Wiatr questioned herself and hummed as her tails twitched. “Oh, right. Yes. Shortly after Vinnie decided to try being female and enjoyed it far too-We never Blessed her!” Wiatr shrieked in fear, only for Cocoa to toss her a picture of Vinnie’s womb tattoo. “Oh. Okay then. Hm...maybe We should ask Brennie if she wants one there too...”
Luna shook her head fondly at her adorable wife, eyeing the gestalt goddess’s magic iron collar decorated with Luna’s cutie marks. It had to be replaced several times over the past 7000 years, but each time she had it remade the same way and Luna loved it. “This changes nothing, other than us needing to insist to Visilia that she needs to be more cautious-.”
“Cocoa just got a report of a titan falling on a Hell sieged primitive world. Hunter’s Ghosts report a Slayer not theirs is responsible.” Cocoa suddenly announced and everyone sighed.
“Send a support team to help them collect the ragebeast since that’s in one of our sectors. The Argentines will put him to use on the front where his bloodlust can be utilized.” Luna grumbled discontentedly. They learned from the last True Slayer that they are unstable and untrustworthy.
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“Rip...and tear. Demons! Everywhere!” The insane armored brute insanely snarled as he paced in the prison transport shuttle that had picked him up.
“By Queen Visilia’s tits, no wonder they warned us to handle him with caution.” Muttered one of the two Badasses available to retrieve him before the planet was blasted and the debris scoured by the Sweepers. They both wore the full-covering Doom Marine armor, but his was marked to indicate he was one of the Crusaders, whose armor was marked red with depictions of blood.
“He’s a Slayer. I’m just glad we’re not leaving him to die.” Replied his piloting companion. She was a Defender, her armor marked with white depictions of stone pillars and shields. “He’s basically a force of nature, one that would likely appreciate being thrown into the thick of Hell.”
“Is he the OG?” The Crusader questioned before a loud thunk inside made him flinch.
“Rip out their entrails and strangle them!” The Slayer screamed in his madness.
“With how he’s raving, no. The one our fathers are based off of is more of a god-king, something or someone that could take down an Icon solo. This one seems more fresh.” The Defender explained, looking back at the Slayer they had through the bars. He was wearing crude armor , his gray helmet dripping with blood as he passed back and forth, covered in wounds, though not all the viscera on his body was his own.
“At least he’s got the fortitude. I can see his injuries closing up on their own. If he gets modded, he’ll be even more impressive.” The Crusader commented and The Slayer suddenly grasped the bars of the window to the cockpit.
“Give! The demons, they need to be purged! More strength, more blood, more dead demons!” The questionably mortal person raved, his bare hands causing the durasteel bars to creak.
“When we’re on the medical cruiser, you’ll be getting your treatments. Just be warned, if you’re human, you’re in for a shock. You’re one galaxy over from humanity’s port of call.” The Defender warned the deranged carnage causer, who snarled.
“Better than demons.” He hissed before going back to pacing in his provided space. At least he was sane enough not to kill indiscriminately. That was something they could use.
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“So, we’re just gonna have to put up with the fact two of the most kickass folks in two galaxies got nabbed and move on?” Gilda asked rhetorically with casual understanding, even if she was visibly annoyed.
“Yes, unfortunately.” Martra sighed and I was still giddy that she’d essentially snuck aboard. EDI knew she was here, but barely anybody realized the civilian who was nominally considered the homebody was on the ship when EDI left Rannoch. She’d come in the night and napped through takeoff. She was along to, quote: ‘drag Saren’s sorry ass back home’, end quote.
“While I don’t like it, I have to accept it as it stands. So we’re heading for Earth to finish hammering out EDI’s registrations since she got the rest of the allied fleets to add her while at the Citadel.” Penny added on, since the ESA, while not as xenophobic as the canon HSA, were still militaristically independent for the most part from the Citadel. Considering they have about a third in total territory to cover as the Citadel races do together, it made sense.
“Damn. Oh well, I’ll still help out where and when I can. Hey, sexy kitty, you mind a quickie?” Gilda asked as casually as if asking for directions and Martra saucily purred before following the griffin out of the bridge towards the crew deck.
“You okay Bee?” I asked when I noticed him watching Martra leave with a perplexed expression.
“I am simply confused. I’ll speak more about it later when I’ve come to terms with it.” Bumblebee replied unsurely and I perked up in instant realization. Bee had a thing for Martra! Well, she was his caretaker and friend for the year I was a ship factory before I came home and they continued to grow closer. Of course Bee would develop feelings! I’m going to have to keep an eye on this, but not interfere unless asked for help.
“Are we also going to see about recruiting Jack?” Yola asked, causing me to feel a pang of sadness at the reminder that my girlfriend, who I cared for and cared back, left for a fulfilling career teaching children how to handle their gifts while I was turned into a shipyard.
“If she wants to join us, I won’t say no. She’s an instructor at Grissom Academy and from what I’ve learned through my contacts while keeping tabs on her; she’s helped them a lot. She’s eccentric and unconventional, but it’s those angles that seem to cause her students to achieve feats of power and even control that previous classes of biotics haven’t had.” Penny filled us in and we all nodded. Even though Jack hasn’t undergone the trials of the Ripatorium, she was a badass in her own right.
“So I get to be poked and prodded by the people who killed me. Yay.” EDI sarcastically droned, but she’d already agreed to this before she went through with the conversion. “Also, don’t worry too much. I’ve been getting plenty of comms traffic between Kasumi and her superiors, so I’m aware that the ESA has been warned about being too invasive.”
“Huh? Kasumi?” Garrus asked in surprise and we all looked around for the sneak-thief.
“Yeah. She snuck aboard while we were at the Citadel. I’ve already registered her on the crew list.” EDI added, clearly enjoying springing this on us instead of telling people right away.
“Aw~, no fun! I was hoping to shock people first.” Kasumi chuckled as she appeared in our midst. She was still bound to Ivara, but she had a black and blue droid similar to a BD unit hanging on her shoulder, but it was clearly a custom job with an astromech-like roundedness to it’s head instead of being a trapezoid. It also had talon-like hands instead of feet for more versatility and gripped her shoulder firmly.
“Kas, you need to learn to open up to people. You even admitted that these were your friends, sneaking about all the time isn’t healthy.” The droid chided with a male voice that was far too emotive to be a one-and-done droid personality.
Speaking of which, I need to remember to visit HK and his crew down in the hangar and armory. They rejected crew quarters on the grounds that they don’t need creature comforts or privacy they couldn’t get in a closet.
“C’mon KG, it’s how I treat everyone, especially friends. Besides, you’ve already seen they’re fun people to be around, even if they don’t see you.” Kasumi giggled at her droid companion who successfully rolled his optics. “So yeah, I’m here. I’m not hired by anyone or anything, I just wanted to hang with you guys again. Later.”
She vanished and we all shrugged. Kasumi will do as Kasumi does. “Okay then, well I’m going to go pay HK and our droid friends a visit. I haven’t spoken to them much since we went on vacation.” I wonder what they got up to while on said vacation.
“You can find them down in the armory or hangar. Alright everybody, we have a day before we get to Earth, dismissed.” Penny stated and we all scattered about the ship.
“Oh, ah, fuck!” I heard from the armory.
“Is that Bones?” I muttered to myself and poked my head in-and quickly jerked back with a blush. Okay then, the droids got transferred to biomech bodies that had skin tones matching their original droid colorations with ‘tattoos’ that mark them as former droids both stylistically and as proscribed by Rannochan law so people of non-LI origin wouldn’t get confused so easily. It was discovered rather unfortunately that simply uploading a droid to a biosynth body could cause immense personality dysphoria and resultant suicidal tendencies.
“Ahn~! Yes! Deeper HK~!” Bones wailed and I rubbed my hand down my face. I’m going to have to pressure them to get a room-. “Guh~!” -When they’re done. I’m not a cuck.
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“I don’t appreciate you treating us like we’re just convenient resources.” Slayer snarled at Jehovah, who calmly sat upon their throne with an ambivalent smile and understanding in their gaze. The entity that many of the Christian, Jewish and Islamic faiths in the Milky Way worshiped as their deity was a polymorphic person whose appearance suited their desires and needs. Right now, Jehovah was an unrealistically attractive winged woman who, annoyingly enough to Slayer, matched his personal preference of a lithe, petite, elegant beauty, rather than the maternal beauty the majority of this sex-crazed universe possessed.
“I understand your resentment and I accept it. I also must remind you that you and your siblings can leave whenever you want. Nothing is stopping you from taking your leave, Todd.” Jehovah gently reminded him and he grit his teeth, his iridescent white wings and halo shimmering with his rage.
“You know that’s a load of bullshit!” Slayer couldn’t leave because he couldn’t abandon his family here.
“Your siblings chose to help us. You may continue to choose to abstain from our request and relax here or you could go home and fight right away. Or you could join them in helping us. You could also try to kill me again, but we both know how that turns out.” Jehovah playfully smiled and Slayer hated her playful and casual dominance. She didn’t hold it over anyone either, that’s what made it so hard to defy her.
She also was a master of grappling and enjoyed playing ‘uncle’ when she had him in a particularly painful hold, gently demanding he apologize earnestly before she’d release him. “You’re displaying really well why I’m pretty much an Atheist even with so many living gods running about my new universe.”
“I’m not asking for your worship, Todd. I don’t mind if nobody worships me, so long as they retain Good in their hearts and souls like you and your siblings, even if they perform acts of Evil for the Greater Good.” Jehovah kindly stated, the God/Goddess of Good smiling brightly, her pearly white teeth matching her white halo and wings, as well as her toga and brassier. If her skin was any paler, she’d almost seem like a pale entity aside from her star-bright blue eyes.
“Better than being imprisoned.” The Goddess of Evil huffed when she appeared in fire and Slayer leaped away from Luci, who very much embodied the ‘standard’ sense of maternal endowed beauty that Andromeda coveted so much. “Hey Sis.” Luci chirped happily with a wave. Her blood-red flesh rippled with muscle and her black horns and demonic wings seemed to absorb the light around her.
“That’s your own fault, sister. You’re the one who created demons and then let them usurp you.” Jehovah chided her sibling who pouted and her wings wilted. What?!
“Wait, what?” Slayer asked in confusion, dropping his raised fists from the shock at this revelation. He was suddenly glad he didn’t have his weapons by this point after Jehovah playfully disarmed him the seventh time he damaged infrastructure. “You fucking lost to your own creations?!”
“She only has power around her castle, in a remote plane, with demons constantly bashing the door to try to get in and rape her to make more Lords of Hell. The armies of Hell have rulers, dark lords, but Luci is not part of the true power there, never has. Gods to the demons are just tools to make more demons.” Jehova explained and Luci sighed.
“Yeah. All the cursing you guys do against me are kinda misguided. I may be the Goddess of Evil, but I have standards . There’s the brutality of excessive Evils such as murder, torture, slaughter, war, which are boring as, well, Hell to me. Then there’s the ‘lesser’ and far more fun Evils of conflict, pettiness, greed, y’know, the stuff that drives sapient folk to act? Those are my bread and butter. Discord and his ilk understand.” Luci declared with a sage nod.
“Besides, Evil is necessary to life, in portions. Even if a corporation turns evil, strays from the light, much of the technologies and wealth they make help Good in ways that are unseen. It is this power struggle that helps other God’s Aspects grow. We’re the gods of gods not by power or birthright, but by our roots driving you all forward.” Jehovah explained.
“Okay, then how do you explain my brothers’ world’s destruction by Satan ? He locked me up before I could do battle against him and he’s still going around consuming things.” Slayer questioned the two.
“Technically, you and Brennie are holding aspects in my corner. As for Satan; he’s my firstborn. He loves posing as me and all that. He got the idea from the traitor maykrs.” Luci clucked her tongue disapprovingly at Jehovah, who for once looked ashamed. “If I could, I would decapitate him myself, but my power pales to his now since everyone considers him the Root of all Evil, when that’s me .” Luci sighed in resignation and Slayer wasn’t sure whether to feel annoyed with her or pity her position.
“Yes and the maykrs were an experiment of mine, to try and spread good and advancement to the dimensions. I was following Luci’s lead after she snuck into my garden of creation.” Jehovah said with an annoyed look at Luci.
“Hey, they were ready! You don’t keep thousands of species locked up! That’s Evil and I couldn’t let you potentially corrupt yourself.” Luci huffed and Slayer blinked at the odd polarity there. The Evil sibling is the one who ensured her Aspect didn’t pollute her Good counterpart? At least these two are far better off than the Jehovah and Lucifer from the Spawn comics.
“But I was still testing them, humans were supposed to have tails, but I couldn’t figure out how to work with their pelvises! And the human’s back is so messed up, they slowly break down over years! And what about your xenomorphs, they’re a perfect organism in terms of design, but you didn’t give them higher thought!” Jehovah chided and the siblings glared at each other.
“Don’t tell Brennie. She’ll want a planet full of those things to kill.” Slayer said, while the idea of fighting against such a creature intrigued him, the consequences outweighed the excitement.
“Right, well, I could let that happen, but it would have to be on a primitive world. Also, just to clear this up before you get the wrong impression; we never created species outright. We mostly made a blueprint for life to follow, 10 to the googol of designs, sent throughout creation-.” Jehovah was interrupted by Luci popping up next to her and playfulling pulling on her cheeks, the smaller sibling flailing about as Luci smiled.
“With a Big Bang!” Luci shouted and pulled on Jehovah’s unnaturally elastic cheeks and snapped them back audibly, her sister whining as she held her mouth.
“I thought that was just a theory. Nobody could prove it happened.” Slayer stated curiously as he wondered when the conversation turned to the creation of this universe.
“Nope! I dumped everything into a big powder keg of sorts and ignited it before I GTFOed out of the mortal plane we’d decided on before it went off. Oh~ was Joey mad!” Luci giggled as she patted Jehovah’s head and the goddess scrunched up her face in annoyance.
“And you wonder why Brennie blames you for all of Humanity’s faults; you get easily pushed around and undermined, by her, get easily pissed off and it will reflect on the rest of us. No wonder some depict you as being vengeful.” Slayer flatly said with a shake of his head.
“We’re not perfect.” The sisters replied in unison and shrugged at the same time.
“I blame mom for not giving us another sibling to buffer between us.” Luci commented while Jehovah gave her the stink-eye. “Anyway, I’m here because Satan finally battered down the door, I wasn’t just checking in. I need a place to crash sis, mind if I do it here?”
“Yes I mind! Todd, you don’t want to be here? Take my sister with you please.” Jehovah pleaded with him and Luci smirked at how unhappy her extended presence would make her sister.
“No.” Slayer firmly answered.
“I’m afraid you kinda don’t have a choice-.” Luci was saying before she and him were suddenly on a grassy field that Todd faintly recognized. “Yeah...she does that. So! You have a lot of repressed rage and frustration, let’s talk about it!” The naked sexy Goddess of Evil chirped happily and Todd groaned as he double facepalmed.
Ch.112
“I feel a disturbance.” Luna muttered as she read reports on the so-called Dark Lords from the findings of Cocoa’s deep-cover spies in Hell’s dimension.
Zariel of Wrath, who was the one most frequently in charge of their military muster for her endless desire for carnage and bloodshed. She was apparently a Corrupted Celestial, but nobody knew how to potentially purify her.
Dispater of Sloth, who refused to budge from his fortress for nothing less than the direct order of the highest authority of Hell.
Mammon of Greed, whose dealings with mortals were always enticing and was often the one causing mortals to believe Hell was a reasonable bargaining partner.
Belial of Lust, he entices mortals with promises of pleasures of the flesh unparalleled. He does not lie, but he does not mention that those who become his toys are to never leave.
Geryon of Violence, whose mind-shattering violent insanity caused any who neared him to become as madly brutal and twisted as he.
Glasya of Deceit, who was the most mysterious and unknown, aside from being known as an incredible beauty.
Baalzebul of Gluttony, whose hunger knows know bounds and nothing is off the menu.
Mephistopheles of Envy, whose desire to take anything he coveted from others by any means made him dangerous to even his fellow demons.
Satan Asmodeus of Pride, the eldest ruler of the 9 Bringers of Evil and surprisingly NOT the God of Evil, but he is the Prince of Darkness. The other half of his essence was somewhere under lock and key within his own realm.
Lucifer/Luci, the God/Goddess of Evil, mother of demons, ruler of none, oddly described as ‘quite pleasant’ by the spy who had been caught by her and survived tea and cookies. Survived being a stretch, since the tea caused embarrassing belching and the cookies were laxatives, yet the supposed mother of demons was fair enough to her victim to give her use of her lavatory. Which had plastic wrap over the bowl and suspiciously enticing luxury toilet paper.
“What does wife Lulu mean?” Cocoa asked as she licked Luna’s flared glans under the desk.
“I think Slayer is back and he is near a goddess I am unfamiliar with. No sign of the others, though.” Luna sighed while she pet Cocoa’s dick-sucking central head.
“Cocoa can send troops to retrieve.” The free head on the left said before sucking her nut again.
“That is unadvised. I believe they are on the other side of the portal to Devorak.” Luna replied before grunting and she began pumping her copious quantities of cum into her thirsty wife.
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“Feel better?” Luci asked Slayer with an impish grin from where she was sitting on a stump while he was lounging against the sharp incline of a hill next to the old felled tree.
“Why are you enjoying me spilling my life story? What part of this is Evil?” Slayer asked in bemusement, having gone along with her insistence that he ‘get his issues off his chest’ in an entirely serious non-saucy manner despite their mutual nudity.
“I’m relishing the fresh pain you feel before the relief sets in.” Luci admitted freely and Slayer sighed out of his nose with a shake of his head. She was weird . That was also fucked-up and twisted enough for him to believe she truly was Evil if in subtle or unexpected ways.
“Okay then, creepy lady. Whatever you say.” Slayer appreciated it nonetheless. He wasn’t sure why he opened up to her of all people when it took centuries for him to feel comfortable enough with his adopted siblings to let them know as much. “Are you mind-controlling me?”
“Moi? Oh dear evilness, no. You just Confessed your Sins to me. It’s like I ate a full banquet and still had dessert afterwards. I might not even need to do anything for a few continuous years with the feast you provided.” Luci patted her muscular stomach for emphasis.
“Alright then. So I guess the others will have to confess themselves to you as well?” Slayer’s question seemed to make her feel uncomfortable and he noticed. “What’s wrong? Is there one or two you wouldn’t like to hear from?” He could hazard a guess as to who it was.
“Not quite, rather two of them I’d like a bit too much to hear from. As a warning, I may try to seduce Vinnie and Brianna when I meet them, regardless of their gender. Those two are just, woo , capital E, Evil. They’ve committed atrocities in the name of Good to the point I’m surprised Joey was even willing to let them in Heaven, let alone allow them to help her.” Luci shivered lustily and Slayer hummed in consideration.
“Hm, now that you mention it, yeah, but can you blame them?” Slayer remembered that those two serve Khorne and Tzeentch respectively, entities who, at best, would be described as cruel. At their worst and most often, they were among the absolute worst entities to exist. The only reason the two siblings worked with their respective patrons at all was because they synergized with them to the point they were granted boons and left to their own devices.
“No. Brianna makes you and the original Slayer look like tame professional killers, while Vinnie has put more people to the sword than could be rightly justified. Both do their tasks in the name of the ‘Greater Good’ which aligns them with Joey, but their cruelty puts them in my wheelhouse too.” Luci licked her plump lips and was looking off in the middle-distance with a glassy gaze.
“So their fear towards Urta losing control is justified?” Slayer questioned the goddess, who gave a shrug.
“If you’re talking about that time she destroyed half a planet? Yes. She went too far and killed innocents. The taste of her regret and sorrow over it is delicious. Then there is the fact that Urta has both War and Power. She’s like Ganondorf on multidimensional steroids.” Luci stated and Slayer hummed with a nod. Urta was genuinely so Powerful that she could likely defeat anything if she let go of her inhibitions, but then the backlash would be so catastrophic, like back then.
“No wonder why, if she lost herself in that, who’s to say none of us would end up like her? It would explain why Brennie wanted to distance us as far away from the Empire. She even went so far as to place contingency plans for every last one of us should we go rogue. Basically Brennie’s kill switches, but they can’t work on Urta and likely won’t work for us right now after this latest bullshit.” Slayer knew that wasn’t going to stop her, she was basically the Batman in the family.
She’ll find a way. This universe of theirs was full of secrets they have yet to discover, many of which will kill. If their people’s future was threatened and said threat needed to be removed through lethal force, even Gods would fear her.
“That’s too much work for so little Evil. Now then, I’m sure you know where we are, but I don’t exactly have anywhere to go, so I’ll have to win you all over with my charisma!” Luci declared as she did a silly sexy pose on the stump and winked at him.
“What charisma?” Slayer instinctively sniped and she put her hands to her chest beneath her bosom.
“Ow~! Right in the ego~!” She hammed as she fell backward, her massive black leathery wings flopping on the grass with her other limbs dramatically following suit. “My one true weakness! Criticism of my character!”
Slayer didn’t want to say it out loud, but he found her quite pleasant to be around. Dear frick, the Goddess of Evil was his sort of person. That really bothered him. His concern for his mental and spiritual well-being was interrupted by the arrival of a swooping shuttle that landed nearby and a few troopers filed out. “Hey Luci, looks like our ride is here.”
“Do they have any gum? I have had this nasty taste in my mouth from breathing brimstone for millennia that I need to get off my pallette.” Luci questioned and Slayer wheezed in restrained laughter.
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“Now, before I do anything kinky. Are you spying on everyone having sex EDI?” I demanded of my daughter at the entrance of the ‘private’ bunkroom I shared with Yola, Penny, Tali, Ash and Urta. We’d be arriving at Earth tomorrow morning while EDI piloted with Joker sleeping.
“No mom, I respectfully turn off all audio sensors in range when I pick up sounds of pleasure with them only turning back on when someone calls for me or an hour has elapsed.” EDI informed me with an obviously rehearsed line. Considering she’s the ship, it would make sense that she had to follow some sort of procedure.
“Good. I don’t feel comfortable getting intimate knowing one of my children are listening or watching.” I have limits to my debauchery and my children are one of those hard limits.
“Mom, I get where you’re coming from, but since you’re in bed with the Empire, you may need to get used to casual sexuality when in proximity to your offspring.” EDI warned me and I shook my head as I entered the room. The room itself was a common area with couches and an entertainment area along with a fridge and a large fluid tank in the corner that obviously had Argent for Yola and I.
The scene I came across was surprisingly domestic and casual. I had thought that our first night aboard the EDI would be filled with passion and romance, instead it seems my wives and sister-in-law were content to be lounging on the large couch watching a sitcom. I relaxed and moved to sit between Penny and Urta, the twin sisters quietly scooting apart so I could squeeze in, our hips and thighs pressing together as we leaned into the seats.
This was nice. Well, aside from the fact that we were watching a futuristic rendition of Friends. “So, how are we doing this?” Urta asked out of the blue and I looked at her with a curious brow raise.
“I’m too used to sharing a bed to be alone in my private room anymore, so I’m going to be snuggling at least one of you.” Penny said with a gesture around at our happily married group and her sister. “Any offers?”
“You know we’re all open for that.” Ashley snorted with a fond roll of her eyes.
“I think she means if we want to host her or join her or maybe all dogpile into one bed like we’re so used to. I vote for the latter.” Tali voiced her choice and I nodded in agreement. Sleeping alone was usually something done with napping for me these days. If it’s to properly sleep, I have trouble without at least one other person to share space with.
“My room has the giant bed or at least one of them. It takes up half the space in there because EDI anticipated I’d need it the most, being the Goddess of Fertility and all.” Urta shrugged and Penny turned off the holographic television.
“Well then, time for bed everyone. I don’t know about you all, but I’m not really in the mood for some reason.” Yola said and I felt in odd agreement. I wonder why we’re not tearing each other’s clothes off like we usually do.
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“Their Ascension...is complete.” Samur the Seraphim said. She was the designer of the Divinity Machine and was overseeing the empowerment of the Marines. The red maykr turned some dials and flipped some switches before the pods opened up and the Doom Slayers crawled out of them. “Take your time. The process is quite agonizing.”
“Oh, God!” Bryan gasped for breath as he felt pain all over his body. The same could be said for the rest of his siblings. “I really wish we had time to do this naturally without forcing it.” Bryan shuddered, his huge red wings much deeper, like they were soaked in blood and his dark red halo was now a solid thing rather than an ephemeral shape. He went male at the request of the ladies because he felt it reasonable since his male form had Wiatr’s blessings.
“You understated just...how painful...the process...would be.” Edward groaned as he tried to get up on his paws. “Bloody...bitch.” His pearlescent white wings and halo shimmered in the light.
“Apologies, but the worst is over for you five.” Samur replied while she hovered about and helped them to their feet. Seeing a maykr move was oddly bewitching. They floated, yes, but with certainty and intent, like they had Mass Effect drives in their bodies somewhere.
“So...what about...Slayer?” Vinnie asked as she wobbled on her legs, her fur, wings and halo seeming to be made of molten gold, gleaming and gorgeous. She really wished they could’ve put this off instead of dangling sexy man-meat in front of her and making her assume the breeding took priority over completing their transformations into becoming celestials.
“You must have him returned here, so that his Ascension will be complete.” Samur stated as she ran a scanner over the siblings.
“Sweet baby Jesus, I can barely move.” Rico huffed as he struggled to stand straight, his vantablack wings and halo sucking in the light around him. At least his fur wasn’t that black.
“Your bodies have undergone a drastic metamorphosis. All of your forms shall be of the same vaunted strength and durability inherent to celestials. This is a baseline, your prior capabilities will stack on top of this new foundation. The Divinity Machine was meant to grant power without discrimination. That said, it has done nothing to alter your Aspects.” Samur informed them before she shuddered. “I can attest that it does not make you a god, merely grant you the power relative to one.”
“Damn it, now we have to go grab Todd’s stubborn ass and get him shoved into this thing so he isn’t missing out on a huge power boost.” Bryan huffed and began to limber up now that he wasn’t shaking and the pain was ebbing. Celestial cybertronians. Heh, well weren’t they a first?
“Be right back.” Vinnie huffed and flashed away in a blinding golden light, before returning with Todd and a bright red blush. “Todd, I’m not gonna judge...but really?”
“Sh-she’s very persuasive! She also gets along with Isabelle and Visi...” Todd was similarly red and his iridescent white wings fluffed up in embarrassment. “So, why are you all naked and why did you drag me back here?”
“Just get in the pain-causing machine, Todd. Your turn to feel the burn, bitch.” Rico huffed and helped Vinnie bodily toss him into one of the vacated pods before he could protest or use his previously superior strength to get free and it slammed shut, an egg-timer ticking sounding as he was ‘cooked’. “So, I was in too much agony to judge time in there, how long does it take?”
“The further along the path of ascension the subject is, the faster. It took you all only a few hours, while it took me several days.” Samur informed them before she bowed. “In case the pain made you forget. I am Samur. No I have never been Samuel Hayden.” Samur informed them with the assumption they knew who she was, which was true.
“So you’re the one who empowered the OG Slayer and set him on the path of destroying Hell.” Edward looked the alien female up and down, her body was indeed quite different, with three tentacles each in place of legs where her hips would’ve become thighs. She was wearing a red toga that matched her red wings, halo and skin. She possessed an otherworldly beauty.
The fact she had a generous bust and wide child-bearing hips with a booty that didn’t quit helped give her mammalian familiarity. “That is correct. I am also the one tasked with further empowering you all and perhaps even a new Slayer that has appeared, but his mind is in fragments and giving someone comparable to Geryon such power could be disastrous. If anything, he may have even fought Geryon and is why he has become such an unstable man-shaped beast.” Samur hummed as she used an omni-tool. Even in Heaven those things can be found everywhere, so useful.
“What? Uh...yeah. Hold off on that. He’ll likely be enough of a handful getting a power boost from our mods.” Bryan said with his siblings all nodding in agreement. “So, is this it? Did you all just need my brothers and I to bust our nuts in dozens of angels and then send us home?”
“Of course not. You’re not done helping us get our numbers up if you don’t want to leave right away. Heaven doesn’t operate on a 1:1 time ratio with your mortal plane like Hell does. Time is inconsequential here, relative. You could be here for years and pop on home in time for dinner if you wanted. The only reason you could be ‘late’ for anything is because you subconsciously wanted to be, for whatever possible reason you could fathom.” Samur informed the siblings, who looked at each other, then at Samur with lustful gazes. “N-now, now, I’m sure-.”
“Spread ‘em.” Hunter purred through his telepathy, his grey wings fluffing up and his similarly colored halo pulsed with the syllables of his words which his siblings all mirrored.
“Ah-um-O-okay…please be gentle...”
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“Grah~! Fuck! I’m gonna-uh…” Slayer snarled when he emerged from his transformation chamber, his wings now shimmering and his halo looked like solid shimmering white iridescence. He was dumbfounded by the cum-stuffed oddly attractive maykr sprawled on her back and drooling while spasming in afterglow. “Uh...okay then. Where are my siblings?”
“Th-that way~...” The pregnant-looking female used one of her six leg-tentacles to point down the hallway and Slayer nodded at the not-evil maykr before he shook off the lingering pain of his transformation and flew down the hallway. Having wings was convenient.
He soon found his brothers in a room that looked like it was meant for science, giant machines and all sorts of stuff you expect in a mad scientist’s lab. However, this was ruined by the sight of his brothers chatting while raiding the obvious break area and there were a few fucked-out angel women, both human-like and maykr, rubbing full bellies with their lab coats soaked in sweat and cum and dopey grins.
“Hey guys, what’s going on here?” Slayer demanded as he looked at the beautiful celestial women fawning over their cum-stuffed bellies and even using omni-tools to compare notes on the experience! Dear gosh, it was like a room full of Twilight Sparkles!
“Hey Slayer. We’re just taking advantage of the situation to have some downtime of our own.” Rico said as he ate what looked like Heaven’s ambrosia, mixed into a salad as the dressing. Considering that stuff had poetry written about it, he had to wonder if it was-wait.
“Downtime? It was bad enough they pulled us away for breeding stock and to turn us into celestials, but what do you mean by that?” Slayer huffed in disapproval and Edward gestured around them.
“According to Samur, that milfy maykr you woke up to, time here is nonlinear in comparison to the mortal plane. We can take as long as we need, so long as Hell doesn’t randomly invade and cause a forced time-travel scenario into a future where Hell had ramped up to that point, but so long as that doesn’t happen, we’re good.” Edward informed him and Slayer scrunched up his nose.
“Well then I’m still not staying. Someone needs to be in the mortal plane to help ensure something like that doesn’t happen . Now where’s-.” Slayer’s unasked question was answered by Vinnie squealing in rapture somewhere in the massive building. “Nevermind. You all have fun, I’m out.” Slayer waved to his brothers and suddenly found himself standing next to the bed he’d been abducted by Vinnie from, where Luci was blinking in bewilderment with her legs spread wide.
“Um, oh. Okay, I see. You were taken to finish your ascension into a celestial. You’ve only been gone a few seconds for me, so put that thick dick back in!” Luci demanded excitedly and Slayer flushed before crawling atop her and ramming his already hard foot and a half long human penis back into her sodden slit. “Ah~!”
“How are you any better than us, asshole?!” One of his brothers called out to him.
“Shut your fucking smart-ass face up, Bryan!” Dammit, why does he always get the last word?
“Slayer I-.” Someone froze at the door and Slayer looked up in embarrassment to see Queen Visilia, ruler of the Argentine Alliance and dearest wife of his siblings looking at the scene. “Are you fucking the Goddess of Evil?” Visi asked incredulously, the red-furred, red-maned and black-winged thestral demon alicorn seemed genuinely baffled.
“Uh...yeah?” Slayer asked in uncertainty, since the demon queen was an enigma to him.
“Unf, yes, he is, he’s awesome, please either join in or leave~.” Luci pleaded and Visilia’s slit eyes narrowed dangerously, but her lips curled darkly into a sexy smirk that worried Slayer.
“Sure thing. Have fun you two~.” Visilia closed the door and Luci moaned.
“Oh~, she’s so deliciously Evil ~!” Slayer didn’t want to know, so he decided to at least finish this encounter of the sexy kind.
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“I sense a disturbance and I’m not sure why.” Urta randomly said as we snuggled in our pajamas.
“Whatever it is, I’m sure someone somewhere has it under control.” I muttered and snuggled back into our comfortable pile of boobs, butts and limbs. Although she is right. Primus, please help whoever is getting in over their head.
I may be a god, but I’m not a miracle worker.
Good enough for me. Sleep time.
Ch.113
“This is the most beautiful ship I have ever had the pleasure to inspect.” Declared Lieutenant Sarasota, the officer tasked with taking down the EDI’s specs as well as touring the ship entirely. “Thank you for aiding in your inspection so much, EDI.” He said towards Joker’s pilot seat and EDI giggled.
“It was my pleasure, sir. You and your team have been unexpectedly polite and respectful in your inspection of me.” EDI replied to the man who finished filling out his datapad, a formality since although omni-tools could do the same, the bureaucracy required a ‘physical’ copy of the inspection, not just the data gathered. Less chance of forgery apparently.
“I have been briefed on your situation and how you were violated by your superiors, thus causing you to leave the ESA navy after you survived. Thus we have been given permission to not go through our usual procedures of searching between hull layers, accessing, copying and scrubbing the software for bugs, as well as other draconian processes we usually do to ensure no ship registered with us is housing something that could endanger the crew of the ship. We can trust you wouldn’t do anything of the sort, your psyche eval was very stable and reflected good mental health.” Lieutenant Sarasota replied with a tone of regret that was clearly aimed at how EDI became an LI rather than being unable to strip-search her.
“Ah, really? That’s very nice of you to say!” EDI sounded as if she was beaming brightly.
“I’m glad that you can treat my daughter with such respect with that taken into consideration. Will you also be our point of contact with the ESA should we be detained for any reason?” I asked the lieutenant, who nodded in confirmation.
“Yes. I am to be Commander Shepard’s and by extension this ship’s crew’s liaison in relations between this ship and the ESA Navy. I won’t be able to stay aboard however, due to the independent contracting nature of this diplomatic warship.” Lieutenant Sarasota declared and shook hands with Penny. “So I’ll be remaining here on Earth, but whenever you need consultation, I’m just a hyper-comm call away.”
“Which means you’re also our mission provider should the ESA have something for us?” Penny asked and the Lieutenant nodded. “I’ll be checking in with you whenever we’re not busy with Citadel or other business. Right now I’m going to be heading to the Hourglass Nebula to investigate the whereabouts of Spectre Saren Arterius.”
“Ah, not a secret op then. I’ll update your file so my superiors know you’re unavailable at the moment.” Lieutenant Sarasota replied amiably before he turned to Joker. “Sir, your wife is a beautiful woman that I can guarantee any right-thinking navy man would kill for even a chance to serve.”
“Don’t I know it Lieutenant? I married her.” Joker boasted and EDI was reduced to embarrassed and pleased giggles while Sarasota left her bridge airlock. “Okay, with that we’ll be able to leave soon, but we’re not being forced to leave. We have permission to remain docked until we decide to take off. You wanna try and get in touch with Jack, Commander?”
“Of course.” Penny muttered and rubbed her wedding band, causing me to blink and wonder if Jack fully married into our group or if she was still a fiance. Either way, I missed my mean gruff space pirate.
“Heh, heh. About that, actually. I already called ahead to aunt Jack-.” EDI was interrupted by the airlock cycling open. Said busty tattooed ex-pirate stormed in, zeroing in on me with a manic gleam to her eye. I only idly noted her grown-out hair before she grabbed me and pushed me to the floor. I moaned into her mouth as we began to vigorously make out, her hands groping my body despite my suit and my own hands grabbing her tight ass through her military trousers.
“Heh, she doesn’t seem much different.” Grunt chuckled in amusement before he was promptly sent careening down the hall by a biotic flare that Jack didn’t even pause in her ministrations upon me to accomplish.
“*smooch*Nora, you fucking beautiful bitch. You’re even hotter than I remember.” Jack growled and bit my lower lip before she pulled us back to our feet. “Damn. Turning into a spaceship factory did you good girl.”
“The musculature is after, everything else was before. You wanna see what I look like in my strongest form without being an active factory?” I asked my lover with a seductive purr and she snorted.
“Babe, if I can only look but not touch properly, I don’t wanna. It’ll just make me feel envious of Yola and the two foxes for being able to touch you at that size. I wasn’t there, but I read the reports on how you two got kickstarted on making the Planter Fleets.” Jack replied with a fond shake of her head. “Also, holy fuck cheerleader! You got cut! You all got cut! I missed out on that training program!”
“You certainly did. I even learned tricks to empower my biotics that with that nicely braided hair of yours, would really do you good. I’d be willing to share, if you stop calling me that.” Miranda snorted in exasperated amusement, her training had done worlds of good for her humility.
“Sure thing sugar-tits. So, when do we leave? I’ve got the other teachers helping the kids get their power to full form without shirking the discipline like you taught me Samara. Also dayum bitch, you are looking good ! You even got rid of that plastic doll face thing you had ruining your looks.” Jack complimented as she approached her biotics tutor, who gladly wrapped Jack in a hug when the ex-pirate made to do so.
“I am aware. It is good to have you back young Jack, you have much to learn.” Samara then looked up at Urta and Twilight, who nodded. “As well as much work to do in order to catch up.”
“Sweet, let’s get started. Later Pen, Ash, Tal, Yol, Nor. I’ve gotta get into shape if I’m not gonna drag you down!” Jack called back as she eagerly followed Samara deeper into the EDI .
“...Uh...is she off limits?” Ghost asked me with a bright blush and his tail wagging. Oh shit. Jack is pretty hardcore. He likely digs that since he’s a fan of the pop culture that Jack fits into without even trying. He also had a powerful fondness for her back when he was still a pup too.
“Um...as uncomfortable as I am with the idea; if you want to and she wants to, I won’t forbid it.” I told my adopted son, who sprinted down the hall, likely to watch and hang around her like a lovesick puppy. Or maybe even go beast mode and try to bond with her that way again.
“I’m okay with this, so long as he doesn’t try to get intimate with you or I.” Yola declared as she neared me and put a supportive hand on my shoulder. “Besides, for all we know, Ghost will probably just want to be her best friend. Like become her couch-snuggling doggo.”
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“You got so big boy! You got so big~! Who is a big boy? Who is a big boy~?!” Jack cooed and gushed with a baby voice as she hugged the horse sized white wolf around his fluffy neck and scratched at his ears as he gave her doggy kisses.
“I am! I am~!” Ghost replied and howled before nudging her up onto his back and they laughed as he ran around the training room, Samara looking on with a greatly entertained smile.
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“Medulla...Medulla!” The former councilor blinked back to full awareness from where she’d been staring off into space in the general direction of where the Conduit was being built. “Medulla, are you alright?” The changeling mare turned her gaze to the side at Messana, her beautiful ex-asari dragoness wife who looked the perfect image of a concerned mate.
“I’m fine, Messana. Just...just not all here at the moment.” Medulla sighed as she wondered how such ancient and long-running societies still had such hang-ups like separating work from passion. It was those most passionate about their work that accomplished the most, whether it be the work itself or their own self-discovery.
She didn’t regret resigning from her post for Laiel, she’d do it again in a heartbeat. What she did regret was that it had to happen at all. His duty was his life and while Laiel would rather leave it behind for Messana and her, Medulla couldn’t do that to him. His fire would dwindle and fade, that inner flame within him that burned passionately to guide and protect was what drew her to him in the first place and she’d rather die than see it vanish.
“Medulla...maybe we should take a trip to the Neon district if you’re this out of sorts.” Messana rubbed her shoulders and the bug-pony purred at the strong claws kneading her soft chitin to sooth the muscles beneath.
“No~...I’m fine…” Medulla was just lacking purpose . She wasn’t a domestic goddess, never was, never will be. That’s Messana’s trait. The dragoness had their home ‘just so’ at all times whenever she wasn’t a sex-obsessed nearly demonic lustful dynamo of carnal energy. Which was easily half the time, but she still kept their home in order despite the dozens of little pupae and Zeleen running about whenever they weren’t in tutoring sessions or naptime.
“...Okay, I didn’t want to announce it like this, but I’ve gotten you some help.” Messana stated as she activated her omni and Medulla blinked before registering her words.
“Mess, for the last time, I’m-.” Medulla’s protest was silenced by a flash of purple light and she shrunk under the imperius gaze of her little...sorry, big sister Marrow. “H-hey sis.”
“Out of that chair, we’re going for a walk. You have a good day, Messana.” Marrow bid her sister’s wife goodbye as she bodily dragged her elder sibling by the wrist out of the private block of living space Laiel and his family owned in the Presidium. They drew a lot of stares, because while changelings were a common sight these days, ones with their particular body shapes and coloration were rare. “Sis, you need a job.”
“I know…” Medulla muttered as Marrow led her to a beautiful hanging garden area.
“Why haven’t you called me? Why didn’t you contact the Embassy to arrange for a job?” Marrow demanded with that commanding tone she’d so casually gained after her metamorphosis.
“I don’t know…” Medulla grumbled and winced when Marrow grabbed her chin and made her look up at her more beautiful and powerful sister.
“Is it because I became a Queen before you?” Marrow asked softly and Medulla twitched.
“No…?” She couldn’t lie. Never to Marrow, even before he became what the majority of their kind aspired to become.
“Sis.” Marrow implored with a single, simple and powerful syllable as she looked into Medulla’s matching purple opaque gaze. Grr, curse Mushy Marrow and her touchy-feely BS.
“...A bit. What am I supposed to think about my little brother becoming a Queen before I did when you didn’t even try ? It just happened for you and I’ve been trying for six hundred years !” Medulla wailed as she whirled away from her incredibly wonderful sister and leaned against the railing to look down from the hanging terrace.
“That perhaps you were trying too hard ? You’re right, I didn’t try to become a Queen. It just happened . I fell in Love , sis. I was so madly in Love that I was blinded by it, turned into a slutty egg factory for my beautiful wives because they needed me and I couldn’t resist the desire, the need to help them by any means. It isn’t about the brood size either, it’s about the intent behind their creation.” Marrow muttered as she rubbed her rainbow-hued wedding band.
“Wha?” Medulla blinked in confusion.
“You’re already on the right track. You gave up your political power for him. You have given him a clutch, you’ve been there in his shadow every step of the way the very moment you became enamored with his Spark.” Marrow said with a soft smile as she looked out over the Presidium. “A Spark within the soul that ignites yours, draws you in like you’re a moth to their flame and gods be damned, you will immerse yourself in that fire for the pleasure of burning in it.”
“That was really poetic sis…” Medulla muttered in a bit of awe that both enthralled her and annoyed her, because she knew it was her sister’s overwhelming charisma backed by her potent presence and aura that was a mixture of raw magical power and her glorious pheromones that she instinctively put off that both spiked the libido and soothed the nerves.
“We’re a poetic species, Medulla. Now, go home, kiss your wife and throw yourself into the fire of your lover’s souls.” Marrow smirked saucily and Medulla had to fight the urge to throw herself upon her sexy sister.
“Gah!” Medulla huffed and hurried away to rock Messana and then Laiel’s respective universes.
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“Guys, do you mind if I leave?” Hunter asked his brothers as they lounged around with their angelic volunteers who they had just finished ravishing and impregnating.
“What’s wrong?” Pillar questioned him, hugging one of the celestials close to his chest, who cooed as he rubbed her big belly. The beautiful black-winged and haired human-like celestial snuggled against him in content.
“I want to make sure Shepard and the others are doing alright. While it is ‘nice’ to increase Heaven’s population, Slayer’s right about watching out for Hell and anything else that wants to undermine all of our efforts to protect the Three Galaxies.” Hunter explained his reasons as his ladies caressed his chest and breathed deeply from his extra-fluffy neck. Ever since they ascended fully, each of them had extra soft and thick fluffy neck floof. The ladies loved it.
“Yeah, you’re right. We can’t shrug off our duty.” Bryan and the others nodded their heads in agreement.
“Not all of you have to go, do you?” One of the female scientists from the labs asked as she gripped Bryan’s muscular bicep. “There’s still so much we can learn ~.” She purred as her hand went down to his groin, fondling his bitch-breaking breeding stick.
“You naughty little minx~. We give you the dicking of your eternal lives and you turn into nymphs~.” Brennie growled in pleasure as he became hard under her ministrations.
“You boys want to conquer every female’s womb with your divine seed, you should’ve known this outcome would’ve happened~.” The scientist giggled as she cupped his balls. “Mm, we need to run some tests on these as well~.”
“Ladies, stop hogging them to yourselves.” Samur huffed as she hovered into the labs, cradling her decuplet-sized belly. “I’m certain with just this much we can extract the excess seed in our wombs for artificial insemination, but then you wouldn’t change the worldviews of so many uptight angels.”
“I volunteer to stay. These beauties need to learn that mortals are people too and though we’re divine, we’re still mortals at heart and in mind.” Collateral said as he snuggled his latest mate, who purred and curled up against him.
“Well, that’s true, but I don’t feel comfortable staying here when my Aspect is screaming for me to get back out there. I need to protect people and I cannot do that here. Sorry milady.” Pillar apologized to his current partner, who mewled before he vanished in a flash of light and she floated to his vacated seat on the large sofa with a pout.
“I’m going too. You ladies remember to take good care of those kids, even if they’re going to be trained as warriors.” Hunter demanded of the women, who nodded and touched their halos in a gesture the siblings understood was a powerful vow to celestials before he flashed away too.
“What about you Lord Berserker? Will you leave too?” The scientist pressing her cheek against his penis asked with a sad longing in her voice.
“Naw. With Slayer, Pillar and Hunter out there, along with our underlings, I have faith they can stem the tide. Besides…” Bryan held up his mechanical hand and clenched his fist which sparked with violent red argent energy. “As a God of War, my kids will have many benefits suitable for warriors, as much as I don’t like having kids exclusively for war. It rubs me the wrong way. We’re supposed to fight our wars so our kids don’t have to.”
“A noble sentiment, but Hell isn’t going to give us that right.” Samur snarled in rage at this truth before she blinked her four eyes. “Wow. I forgot how moody being pregnant makes me. I’ve only just been inseminated. How potent are all of you?”
“Potent enough.” Collateral purred as he hefted his massive bowling-ball sized nuts, the runic bunnies emblazoned on the sides that matched Vinnie’s womb tattoo shimmering. His partners swarmed in and started to worship his balls as they began swelling back to their basketball sized norm. “Oh yeah~.”
“That said, sorry.” Bryan cheekily smiled at the woman worshiping his junk and she squeaked when the musky man meat she was marvelling was replaced by a puffy puddling pussy. The muscular athletic and matronly woman replacing the testosterone-emitting hunk of a man had a feral and hungry look to her face that made the scientist angel shiver. “But like I said earlier, I’m not just going to be the sire. I want to enjoy this more than a fleeting moment. You know how to eat a muffin?”
“N-no...but I’m willing to give it a try.” The bold and salacious woman, who suddenly became meek and nervous, replied as she moved in and looked up between Brennie’s huge tits at her face when she began licking her cunt. She became more sure of herself as Brennie cooed and wiggled her hips in approval.
“Good girl~. Oh, could someone check on-?”
“The men here are surprisingly short on stamina.” Brennie’s request was cut short by Vinnie, not even looking different aside from the well-fucked look on her face, approaching the break area and heading for the fridge, grabbing some bottled water that she chugged. “*Gulp* Ah~. They cum only as much as a normal human male before modification. Sure, I still got off, but damn am I spoiled by big-balled hunks and having orgasms in volumes at least in the gallons.”
“Oh...that sounds unsatisfying…” Brennie muttered, rethinking her plans of trying to get hyperpregnant if the men here couldn’t satisfy the thirst she’d become accustomed to sating with lovers back home. “Well...I think I changed my mind, but first, could you keep going? You’re doing good for a first-timer.” Brennie requested of the scientist, who nodded and went back to muff-diving.
“Yeah, it is, but I can feel what my body is doing with their seed. I am still going to get big, just not as big as I would like. Now then, let’s talk room and board as well as about that artificial insemination thing you mentioned. Just because they won’t learn a little about the worth of intermingling with mortals isn’t enough reason to deny efficiency.” Vinnie proclaimed and Samur nodded as they began to talk shop.
Brennie was too busy spasming as her partner hit her G-spot with her surprisingly long and dextrous tongue to care by that point and moaned as the angel panted for air. “I...I think I like this…” The woman said in uncertainty and Brennie grinned.
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“So, they really can’t see us?” Penny asked Joker and EDI in a mixture of wariness and curiosity as the EDI drifted with impressive silent-running speed past the pirate ships patrolling the Ploitari system, getting tighter and more coordinated the closer they got to Zanethu, the second planet in the four-planet system.
“I’m dark to their scanners, Penny, don’t worry. Wow, so this is how Kasumi feels all the time?” EDI pondered as Joker guided her through a couple of patrolling gunboats. Those ships had both Blood Pack and Blue Suns colors. This place must be one of their new operation centers.
“Knowing they can’t see or hear me, but I’m right behind them? Yup!” Kasumi chirped from behind Penny, causing her to jump, but by the time she looked, Kasumi was already gone or possibly still there and she just couldn’t tell. Damn that woman!
“I like it. I’m glad you told me to go for stealth now instead of letting me test out my combat abilities, aunt Penny.” EDI said while Joker got her into a steady orbit around Zanethu. “Scanning…hm, so that’s why...there’s a crashed cargo frigate with an ID matching one the ESA Navy gave me on their MIA list; the MSV Estevanico. The pirates must’ve shut down it’s distress beacon. It’s also a fairly old ship, one with historical importance judging by the date it went MIA.”
“They must have converted the shipwreck into a base of operations on this otherwise uninhabited planet. EDI’s scans show Zanethu has a fairly breathable oxygen atmosphere and a comfortable gravity for most sapient species, but it’s too damn cold for comfort. Still, this place is ripe for terraforming and colonization. This could be a big payday, Commander.” Joker announced and Penny hummed in agreement. She was surprised that Zanethu hadn’t already been discovered considering the Ploitari system wasn’t too out of the way.
“That’s all well and good, but this is the last place Saren reported from before he went dark. These pirates are likely either the culprits or know who is responsible. Hopefully he’s still alive.” As her Spectre Mentor, Saren was fairly important to Penny. She looked up to him, she couldn’t imagine a bunch of no-account pirates could do him in. “Then there’s also the fact that he was here pursuing the former Dalatrass and her followers.”
“Weirder things have happened in my time, sis.” Urta commented from nearby, the Princess being one of the few members of her inner circle not training or otherwise occupied. She’d taken to morphing her fur color mocha and wore the same exact style of hardsuit to match Penny’s today to fuck with people and get them confused. Penny liked it, the ‘twin swap’ was something she thought was hilarious. “Ex-nobles and pirates tend to go hand-in-hand.”
“For a salarian, she’s really stupid.” Penny shook her head in agreement with the assessment her sister made. “That said, if she’s here, she’s got a lot between us and her. Is there anywhere near the wreck of the Estevanico we can land you, EDI?”
“Although I don’t think of myself as fat, I’m afraid the uneven grounds caused by the continuous snowfall and glaciers would make it unsafe for me to touch down. Thankfully, the Kodiak was replaced by an Ursa-Lesser; the variant with stealth systems in exchange for the normal unit’s armaments. Steve can get you down there safely.” EDI informed her and Penny nodded before she whirled to go and gear up while considering her team composition.
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I’m so happy! Penny picked Yola and I along with Grunt for her first ground team this time around! She said it was because Yola and I have been out of the action for too long and Grunt was frothing at the mouth for a fight. “Nora, you’re shifting my armor.” Penny huffed in annoyance as she moved and locked the pauldron of her armored N7 suit after my latest powerful hug displaced it.
“She’s just glad she gets to shoot something again.” Grunt chuckled and I nodded happily. I may not enjoy going out of my way for war or stuff like that, but I’ve got the same fire in me to kick assholes in the taint that I’d learned to relish in the few battles I’ve been involved in.
“Um...mom? I, uh, didn’t account for something when you converted me…” EDI sheepishly said as we reached the hangar, where Steve Cortez was smiling as he hugged the side of the blue Kodiak, which was the Empire’s up-armored and improved variant of the Alliance Kodiak since out of all the military troop-transport shuttles they tested, the Kodiak was vaunted as the best design to adopt and adapt.
“What is it hon-?”
“Grandma!” I heard a young man’s voice echo from the Ursa before with a *Whirr-whoo-chi-che-chit!* it Transformed into a male cybertronian with Steve sitting on his shoulder. “Hey! So I’m the one taking you down?” He was much more traditional in appearance, like how Bumblebee looked in his ‘true’ alt.
“I...yes, but, you’re, how?!” I yelped in shock and confusion and he laughed heartily.
“I was in ma’s womb, y’know, this place, when you converted her. Whatever logic your Spark follows, I was given life too! That kinda-sorta makes both you and mom my parents, but I like to think of you as my gran since I’m sorta adopted via surrogacy or something?” The young male scrunched his brow in consideration before she shrugged. “Either way, I’m alive, Steve’s my best bro, I’m you’re stealth shuttle.” He transformed back into his shuttle form and opened the door. “Get in! Those pirates ain’t gonna shoot themselves!”
“What Nightfly said! Get in!” Cortez shouted as he eagerly entered my accidental grandson’s interior.
“To be fair, considering how many of our kids have an alt suitable for transportation, this isn’t weird.” Yola shrugged and casually climbed into her grand-nephew’s chassis, Grunt and Penny doing the same.
“Can I go one week without accidentally being responsible for creating life either directly or indirectly? Primus, you might as well have made me fucking Solus instead anyway.” I grumbled as I climbed aboard and sat my sexy blue-suited ass down in a seat before strapping in, making sure my helmet was secure too.
“Don’t worry gran, from what I’ve learned from observing, you seem to work miracles just by breathing.” Nightfly praised as Cortez piloted him out of the hangar when the drop-bay doors opened and Nightfly was now as optically and sensor-wise cloaked as his mother. “Alright Steve, get me down there. With my stealth suite, you don’t even have to leave the ground if you don’t want to.”
“Sounds good to me, save fuel and stress right?” Cortez replied to his copilot as he flew us down to the surface of Zanethu. “Hm, nearest LZs look a bit too hot.”
“I agree. That is a lot of activity out and about for a bunch of pirates.” Nightfly commented as they searched for a good landing zone. “There! It’s a bit of a walk, but I think we can set down there without our friends getting spotted too quickly.”
“I see it, taking us in.” Cortez replied and shortly he’d set us down. “Okay Commander, with Nightfly able to remain cloaked, I can stay here and be ready to dive in for an emergency pick-up much quicker than if I try to return to the EDI .”
“Much obliged Cortez, Nightfly. Okay people, we need to work our way into the base. A surgical strike to figure out what’s going on before we try to go in guns blazing is the best way to know where to aim the EDI’s firepower and troop deployments if it comes down to it.” Penny stated and I gulped in worry for my many children who may have to fight ruthless pirates today. Cybertronians or not, I’m worried!
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“So you’re the Goddess of Evil?” Visilia asked the sexy red demoness in a skintight hardsuit skeptically. She wouldn’t look out of place on a pre-unification Equus, but nowadays there were even people who got modded to look like the Lust Demons of old, so seeing a human look like a high-tier succubus of yore was both a throwback to the ancient Goddess of Dark and an oddity.
“Lucifer or Luci as I prefer. That’s me! Mother of Demons and the Root of all Evil. I just prefer the ‘lesser’ evils, the ones that make life interesting, y’know?” Luci chirped cheerfully as she shifted from foot to foot with a happy little bounce, her spaded tail flicking about.
“It’s true. She’s Jehovah’s sister. She’s essentially the essence of all conflict, which is what Evil is at its very core.” Slayer affirmed Luci’s claim and she nodded energetically.
“Cocoa thinks Discord is a kindred spirit to you.” Visilia snorted and Luci smiled.
“Such a delightful source of benign Evils. He’s half of why I don’t even need to do my work. Chaos is a result of Evil and promotes it even in tiny amounts. The irony that Evil causes Good things to happen too isn’t lost on Chaos however, so he’s a favorite of Joey’s too.” Luci said while looking off in the middle-distance before she blinked. “Oh, right. Anyway, I need you to kill my kids. All of them. Especially Asmodeus.”
“Any advice? Anyone we send against him would either end up dead or becomes enslaved to his whims. Not even the Doom Slayers were able to put up much of a fight against him.” Visilia said with a regretful look at Slayer, who grimaced and nodded unhappily.
“Hm? You haven’t figured-hm...I guess he would use Mammon as a buffer for that...he’s fond of using Geryon and Zariel when it comes to assaults...he even uses his daughter Glasya for...hm. Well, you’re on the right track at least. I still need Asmodeus, Mephistopheles, Belial, Baalzebul and Mammon to die for sure. They’re the only ones of my brats left alive and that needs to change.” Luci said with casual consideration, as if filicide was absolutely acceptable and normal.
“So would OG Slayer be in Hell?” Visilia asked hopefully as she took off her tiara to straighten her crimson mane with her fingers.
“Doomguy? No, he’s actually outside this multiverse. Joey and I just copied a ton of stuff for fun. We even made tweaks like how some Xenomorphs have mammalian sexual traits at random for no reason. So, anyway, it seems you can’t help me yet. If you have any questions about the Arch-Demons, feel free to ask. The sooner they die, the sooner Good and Evil can achieve a good balance.” Luci then turned on Slayer and cupped his groin with a salacious smirk. “Be seeing you~.” She then sauntered out of Visi’s office with everyone staring.
“If she wasn’t so likable, I’d have gutted her for doing that in my office.” Visilia huffed before turning her attention to Slayer. “Now, please, about my husbands and wives becoming celestial cybertronians ?”
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“These are not just ex mercs turned to pirates…” Yola whispered into our short-range comms as we looked down on the camp nearest to the LZ we’d set down.
“Looks like the Dalatrass has been busy…” Penny muttered as we watched a few salarians perform maintenance on the M.E-Field generator that was keeping the snowfall and cold out of the camp. “Those are some of her loyalists according to the IDs my HUD pulled up.”
“This begs the question of what she was hoping to do here though. How does amassing a pirate fleet help her spite the krogans?” I asked in bewilderment and Grunt, well, grunted.
“She probably has the latest Genophage and just needs a small army to keep us away long enough to use the Shroud to dispense it. From what I heard, the samples she had her goons steal weren't just a way to limit our reproduction, but end it, potentially kill our species once and for all. Even with the Empire’s help, my people would lose entire generations in the span of a few hours.” Grunt grimly informed us as he calmly hunkered behind the glacier with us instead of charging in. Training did a good job of curbing his berserk tendencies.
“Oh, I want to blow her brains out.” I snarled, but Penny put a hand on my shoulder.
“We can’t just go in there and open fire. We need to find info on where she is. Do you think you can hack their systems from here?” Penny asked and my righteous fury abated in favor of her logical decision. Pirates were a simple bunch, if you cut off the head, the rest of the body would thrash wildly until it died or was devoured by other snakes. Getting to the Dalatrass would negate the need for a battalion of super-soldiers.
“On it already. You’re getting slow, sis.” Yola teased me and I glared at her before she shared her findings with me digitally. “Okay, it seems that the Dalatrass isn’t in charge, she’s only in charge of her own goons. The Blue Suns, Blood Pack and Eclipse have unified here into one massive pirate band in retaliation for being kicked out of Omega and made full-fledged criminals in both Citadel and Terminus space. They’re planning to invade Tuchanka, cripple the Krogan Protectorate, then with us reeling, double-back to Omega and invade there.”
“Garrus is not going to be happy to hear this…”
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“Garrus, I swear. If you fire my guns I am going to have you keelhauled!” EDI hissed as Garrus calibrated her railguns and Reaper Laser, only possible with her tonnage due to her gigantic Mass Effect Drive Core paired with her cruiser-class Argent Reactor. “I know you have a vendetta against them, but if you do this then we’ll possibly never find out what happened to Saren!”
“If you really believed that, you’d have turned away from that junker of a dreadnought. Besides, at this range, at the velocity the rounds would’ve obtained, with you cloaked; the best they could’ve hoped to consider is that some stray one in one trillion railgun shots just so happened to blast through their hull, detonate their Drive Core and then send it careening down to the planet on the opposite side from the Estevanico .” Garrus grimly intoned as he finished his calibrations.
“...Do it before I turn away.” EDI deadpanned and inwardly shuddered as her twin railguns fired. The two projectiles launched on an unerring intercept trajectory with the orbiting old batarian dreadnought, which suddenly obtained two gaping holes near the engines, but a bit further forward. The two holes suddenly tore the ship in half when the Drive Core detonated and the long spear-like ship began its descent to Zanethu. “By mom…”
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I felt an odd tingle in my spine and Spark that sent shivers through me. “What the fuck was that?” I muttered to myself.
“If you’re looking to blame someone, Garrus just destroyed the enemy’s dreadnought.” We all nearly jumped out of our skins when Hunter telepathically communicated. When did he get here and how did he know I said anything? “A few moments after you arrived, Pillar’s with me and Jehovah pointed out the way.”
“Well, at least Heaven let you go.” I grumbled as I rubbed my visor, forgetting I was wearing it.
“Damn it, Garrus. He could’ve made things worse if the Dalatrass finds out that it was deliberate.” Penny hissed as she led us past the camps surrounding the Estevanico .
“I’m using my telepathy to fool them into thinking they scrapped that old hulk ahead of schedule. Fact is, it was going to be landed and converted into another base after the majority of the fleet returned from raiding. That said, it had a skeleton crew using an Alexa VI to manage most of it.” Damned pirates! How dare they use my invention for nefarious deeds?! “You’d better hurry up, the rest of the fleet will be back in several hours and we don’t want to be here when they arrive.” Hunter’s concern had me concerned. Just how many pirates have banded together?
“You heard the demon-killing god, we’re on a timetable.” Grunt huffed and began pushing Penny ahead faster with his free hand on her upper back. “C’mon Shepard, we don’t got much time.”
“I agree. Grunt, Penny, this will go much faster if you get inside us and we shrink down in our ship forms. Thanks to Dongoruas, we have a similar effect on our interior as EDI does.” Yola declared and Grunt ceased pushing Penny while Yola and I rapidly unzipped, stripped and stuffed our suits and helmets into our cleavages. The cold really doesn’t bother me much.
“Good thing we’re in a fairly big crevasse right now. I’ll go first.” I shrunk down before I transformed into my cuttleship form. I barely fit in the crevasse, especially as I stood up enough for my quim covers to pull open. “Am I taking just one of you or both of you?”
“Why not all of us? I don’t see a point in us splitting up.” Penny said and Yola blushed at realizing she didn’t need to get naked. “It’s okay Yola, I know you like having people inside you as much as other ship-type Cybertronians. It’s nothing we haven’t seen before, just get suited back up while Nora takes us to our objective.”
“Enough yakking.” Grunt snipped before he approached and climbed up inside me without hesitation. Mm~ yes. I shivered when Penny and Yola soon followed. Mm~ I never get tired of feeling others inside of me, moving around. I purred when Penny took my pilot seat and I almost forgot to shrink down to the size of a beetle before she began flying me down the crevasse.
Penny flew me out of the crevasse, which ended near the Estevanico , giving us the opportunity to survey the shipwreck and find a way in. I was a good choice for this, since my dark navy blue hull blended in somewhat with the ice and snow as well as the sky. Yola with her maroon red hull would’ve stuck out like a sore thumb. “They’ve sealed this old junker up pretty good. I don’t see any easy way to just go in.” Penny commented after the second pass on the port side.
“Definitely not the pirate’s work. They tend to do what little they can and call it good when it comes to their bases. This must’ve all been at the direction of the Dalatrass. If we can’t just find a way in, we’ll make one. Sis has a laser that at her full size, is capable of glassing a planet, if slowly. She can easily bore a hole in the hull to get us through.” Yola suggested and Penny immediately began using my sensors to find a weak point in the hull.
“You’ve been awfully quiet, Nora. Something up?” Grunt asked me and I made a questioning hum. “Usually you’re more chatty.”
“No. I just haven’t had anything to add. You guys have been doing good directing me and coming up with ideas.” I said before my scanners picked up a huge corpse under the shipwreck-turned base being excavated. “Hm, what do you make of this, EDI?”
“Without more in-depth readings, I can’t be sure, but that is an unusually large formerly-living creature. It’s not Saren at least. It might be an indiginous creature the Dalatrass is having her people study.” EDI theorized before my focus returned to the current situation when Penny flew me purposefully towards a specific spot near where the cargo bay may have been.
“Warming up…” I intoned with caution as my monoeye began to shine brightly, tinting my vision red before I began cutting a circular hole slightly bigger than my current size in the metal. Not even a minute later, I’d grabbed the resulting disk of metal and floated into the enemy ship, then turned around and melted a few bits of the disk back to the hull so we could still use it if we had to, but it wouldn’t be obvious to anyone who might be coming through. “Okay...um...how are you getting out of me now that we’re in here?”
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Doh!
Ch.115
Slayer watched as the new Doom Marine fought his way through the evaluations presented to him in the Ripatorium. The new guy was doing well, but he was frothing at the mouth more than Brennie would. “I’m going to rip out your teeth and feed them to you!”
“Is it wise to use him for the frontlines?” Velvex of the Defenders asked him as the madman promptly ripped the jaw off of an imp and shoved it back down it’s throat.
“Even I’m a little concerned, should he turn on us.” Hellex of the Crusaders voiced his opinion, which coming from the chapter that follows Brennie, was rather unsettling to most.
“Give me your spine! I need it to kill more of you!” The unnamed slayer of demons roared as he thus ripped the spine from a Hell Knight and began using it as a bladed whip.
“We don’t have to worry about him turning on us. His wrath is keyed in on those of Hellish taint.” Pillar stated after his angelic wings and halo shined when he finished checking over the man who fought Geryon and survived, but was now a Violence-driven murder machine for the encounter. Despite this, he’d retained enough sanity to be able to direct his Wrath to only his enemies even if he spat and snarled at everyone.
“You’ll make the shiniest meat bicycle!” Even if he makes references in the heat of battle.
“That said, after he’s gone through the full range of combat mods, he needs to go to the front to continue to vent his rage. Only when he works it out of his system may he stabilize.” Pillar cracked his neck and sighed as he shrugged his shoulders while moving his head. They were all now fluffier in the neck, like an arctic wolf or husky from a cold climate.
“Understood, we’ll continue to watch over him for his own good and ensure he gets the combat he craves so that he doesn’t go even more insane.” Velvex replied and Pillar sighed slowly out of his nose.
“I know you’re staring.” Ever since he came back an hour ago, the 14 foot tall giant of a man had noticed his neck floof was drawing female attention. It was to be expected, since their new extra fluffy necks were packed with pheromones.
“Um…” Velvex mewled and he leaned down for her.
“It’s okay, you can pet my neck.” Besides, Pillar was the kindest of his siblings and he knows from experience that getting pets was quite calming.
“...So soft…” Velvex breathed when she hugged his neck floof and took deep whiffs of his scent. “Mm~ so good ~...” Her tail wagged happily and Pillar patted her head as she melted into him.
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“Ha! I got them back!” Bryan cheered as his scars and tattoos returned a few days later after another vigorous breeding with a volunteer.
“Why are you so happy to have these markings on your body?” Selene, the scientist that decided to stick with him, asked while she traced a finger along his scars and tattoos with curiosity. The fair-skinned golden haired and winged scientist with bright blue eyes was quite eager to pleasure him repeatedly and seek her own pleasure with him while also using magic and technology to study him and the advanced magic allowing him to rapidly breed celestials. Selene herself already looked at term with a single baby, in a few days!
“It helps me remember where I come from and how I got these.” He answered her while inspecting himself. “Excellent. Now I know-aroo?” He blinked when Selene dove her hands and nose into his floofy neck again. He was so amused and annoyed at this new feature.
“*sniff*Mm~ you smell so good Lord Berserker~...” Selene hummed into his throat while her fingers ran up and down the sides of his neck where the floof erupted along the edge of his scales that kept the back of his neck slimmer than the front and sides. The fact this had her sitting her bubbly perfect ass on his half-hard cock like it was a saddle was surely coincidence. “So soft and heavy with pheromones.”
“Hm, wanna drive yourself crazy with my pheromones again~?” Berserker purred to Selene as he shifted his hips to grind his knot against her clit and underbelly.
“Certainly, Lord Berserker~.” Selene cooed as she rubbed her baby belly into his abdomen. “I also certainly wouldn’t mind taking more of your children, considering my studies of your ejaculate while I was inseminating females who didn’t wish to copulate directly revealed multiple infusions of your seed will allow a female to superfetate.”
“Meaning you get more pregnant while pregnant. Yeah, two of my wives...well, four of my wives do that. They rapidly accelerate the gestation of the new fetuses to match the oldest in their womb though. Will the same happen here?” Bryan asked the sexy scientist who licked her lips and slid back until the tip of his red rocket was teasing her vulva.
“Only one way to find out~.” Selene cooed before she angled back and began to take him into her with mewls of pleasure and gyrated her pelvis around him as she impaled herself upon his massive ribbed and knotted dick.
“Oh, I’m claiming you as my wife~.” Bryan growled in pleasure as he started moving his hips, his balls churning loudly at the notion.
“Ahn~, as n-nice as that sounds Lord Berserker, we celestials are, ah, not allowed to marry. I can be your mate, however.” Selene gasped and panted as she grinded her hips to shift him around inside of her, since she wasn’t at a good angle with him seated and his huge basketball gonads pressing her ass and keeping her from getting him deeper.
“Either way works for me. I’ll make sure of that.” Bryan huffed as he groped her ass and licked at her large D-cup breasts. She’d started as a C-cup, but he knew from past experience that she was definitely going to get much bigger. “You can’t enjoy the full experience like this, hold on.”
“Ah!” Selene squeaked in pleasure when Bryan stood up, keeping her impaled on his cock as she hung off him at a right-angle and with his nuts no longer on his thighs and keeping her from taking him fully, he used his strength to keep her aloft and pull her down his length. “Ah! Ah ~! Ahn ~!” Selene came as she took him fully to his knot, then he began to press the softball-sized knob of flesh to her vulva. “S-so big!”
“And it’s going in you!” Bryan grunted and pulled on her thighs, causing her to shriek in rapture when his knot popped into her engorged cunt, which spasmed in another orgasm as she hung limply on him, her wings draped on the floor as she shook. He hadn’t bust his nut though, so he began to gently twist her back and forth, causing her to squeak and cry in pleasure until he grunted and felt his vast reserves start to pump into her. “There we go…”
“Cum. So much cum…” Selene dumbly slurred as she held her inflating belly, which Bryan peppered it in kisses as he filled her up more.
“All to make more babies~.” Bryan purred as he pampered his angel.
It was this scene that Collateral walked in on. “Selene again? Man, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you were having an affair with her.” Collateral snorted in amusement while he picked up the other celestial Bryan had impregnated just prior to him getting his tats and scars back.
“Mating her. She’s coming home with me no matter what Jehovah wants.” Bryan huffed as his ass and lower stomach twitched while his prostate and balls continued to fill the insensate angel, who was forced to accept all he had to offer with his knot keeping it all in. Not that she would have it any other way from her whispers and gasps of pleasure while her quim milked him for all he could give her.
“So long as the feeling is mutual and she gets along with the others, that’s fine. You two have fun, I have another appointment in a half-hour. I just came to fetch this little lady when Samur said you’d kept her longer than expected.” Collateral nodded at his brother who groaned as he finished nutting his new mate, the human-like celestial absolutely fucked to the point of near catatonia now looking pregnant with ten babies.
“You get some sleep, Selene. I’ve gotta recover for the next volunteer.” Bryan moved her to the couch of his assigned ‘breeding room’ and willed his body to relax so he could pull out of her. “Damn I’m thirsty. I better eat that jawbreaker Samur said would replenish my semen and sperm too.”
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Duh-nuh~, duh-nuh~, duh-nuh~ na nuh-nuh...dun , dun , dun -dun , dun , dun -. “Nora, please stop playing the Mission Impossible theme on your intercom.” Yola huffed in annoyance and ruined my moment of my tiny sneaky self worming through the laser defense grid of the ventilation duct I was flying/crawling through. Those things weren’t just sensors, the dead pests in here being cut and partially cooked told me those were active defense grid lasers.
Someone is justifiably paranoid. “Do you have to ruin this for me?” I asked them through my intercom while I peered through the vents to see where I’d wound up in my tunnel-trawling. It’d been two hours since we made planetfall. There were roughly five hours left to find Saren and GTFO before the pirate armada arrived and made escape nearly impossible.
“Yes, because you’ve been playing it on loop for the past ten minutes.” Yola growled and I sniffed at her lack of taste in music. First she doesn’t like Mexican food, then I find out she doesn’t like classic movie scores? What next, she secretly isn’t my sister and is a demon pretending to be her and the Icon of Sin is what’s left of my poor beloved Yola?
“To be fair, it was very engaging.” Penny said as she moved my tentacles to bend the blades of the vent for me to squeeze through. It seems she decided we’ve done enough laser hurdling. Aw. “I think here is good. Nobody’s around right now and there’s an active console right there. You’ve been unable to hack this place remotely, so let’s get a hard wire connection.”
Oh, there was also that. Unsettling. Both sis and I weren’t able to just tap the Estevanico remotely like we could the camps. It seems the Dalatrass and her group have found a way to negate the casual ease with which LI and AI access computer systems. We may just have to take as many of her people alive as possible to figure that out, because the governments and militaries would pay out the nose to have their systems secure again.
Hm? Oh, I was off in my own mind again. Penny had flown me to the console and was… “Um, that’s my hectocotylus tendie Penny…” I warily mewled over my intercom and I shivered when she stabbed it into the port. Oh~. Ah. Mm~! Th-this system is so saucy~! Oof...so data dense, so...tight . Fuuuuck~...
“Is she really getting off to plugging into a random computer system?” Grunt asked incredulously as I grunted and panted while my systems were overclocking to handle this sexy mainframe’s processing power.
“You’re not synthetic in any way, you don’t get to judge us for something like this.” Yola huffed indignantly on my behalf as I quivered and listed dopily while remaining attached to the port my mating tendril was rooted in.
“Oh shit.” Penny hissed and shortly unplugged me from the console, which jolted me and I whined at the incredible data-sex being cut short. I didn’t get off~! “We’d better hurry down to the brig, they’ve got Saren there and are about to sacrifice him in the name of Hell.”
“Say wha?” I dumbly asked as Penny flew me along the ceiling of the hallways, following the map she’d downloaded of the Estevanico . “You mean to say the Dalatrass and these pirates have turned to Hell? That’s stupid even for them.” I huffed while lamenting the fading pleasure of incorporating the data I received from the Estevanico , including ship records, files, everything. Good thing I can’t get data-pregnant anymore, not since I became a cybertronian.
“Stupid is as stupid does. This is right up their alley from all their self-sabotaging bullshit.” Grunt growled and soon enough I was floating in the brig, quickly finding the only cell with the barrier active. Oof, Saren wasn’t looking too good. He’d lost his left arm, which was cauterized at the bicep, so he didn’t bleed out or get infected. His metallic flesh was pockmarked with acid burns and he had numerous scars all over, possibly from torture.
“Shit, let’s get him out of there.” Penny flew me to the access panel of his cell and I withheld my excitement as she stabbed my fun-time tentacle into the port there. Hnng~ these STG goons know their coding~! By the time Penny hacked through the system, I’d managed to peak at a weak orgasm from what got started earlier before she pulled me out once the M.E-field over Saren’s cell was off. “Okay, get ready for a tight squeeze Nora.”
“H-huh?” I asked as Penny flew me into the cell and turned me around. “Uh...Penny? I need to be-guh ~!”I screamed aloud, my wail of shocked pleasure echoing in the empty brig as Penny pushed Saren’s unconscious face into my tiny pussy. Somehow ! “No~! I-I’ll break~!” I wailed and began to grow, Saren entered me easier as I achieved a size similar to a small car, but my cunt was still barely big enough to fit his head into! “H-he’s too big! I can’t-ah !” I squealed as I felt Grunt reach through me, grab Saren and begin pulling him into me. “Gah ~!”
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“So how fares our unnamed Slayer?” Luna asked Slayer as she joined him on the balcony of the main dining hall of the Canterspire; what Canterlot Castle had eventually evolved into over the millenia. It was a towering round metal awl aiming to pierce the sky just as Mount Canterhorn does. As the seat of the government power of Equus and the Empire as a whole; it was both ostentatious, yet simple and deceptively sturdy and protected.
Slayer had left Devorak due to Visilia becoming busy again and needing to touch base with some people. Even if the Argentines hated snobbish politics, their connections to the Empire needed someone to check in on the Empress now and then. Visi would get upset if nobody ensured the wife or husband of her extended marriage in similar straits was well. “He’s doing well for the most part.” Slayer answered neutrally after he took a sip of his high-proof bourbon.
“Have you been having any issues with him?” Luna asked him as she set her plate down on the table and began to eat even though it seemed Slayer had already finished his meal and was simply savoring his liquor.
“Just the ‘fits ’ he has, you know. Rip and Tear. Demons. Hell. Maykrs.” Slayer shrugged and thought about how he may react to seeing Samur and knowing she was the one to set him on the path of power and vengeance. His bets were hedged on killing her immediately or at least breaking one of her arms.
“Do you think he is going to calm down?” Luna questioned as she leaned back and took a sip of her wine, a local vintage that would sadly never be fermented again after a recent prometheum spill turned the soil of the winery toxic and put them out of business. At least on Equus, they were moving all remaining assets to the nearest garden world.
“Maybe he will, maybe he won’t. I’m not sure. All my knowledge about the OG DOOM Slayer is that he never got better. He just endlessly rampaged through Hell, leaving them devoid of troops and resources for invasions.” Slayer swigged and swished his bourbon and gulped the smooth burning drink down with a pleased hum. Equestrian whiskey brewers knew how to make it.
“Hopefully he does get better. The more I hear about Geryon and victims of his powers to turn people into violent rage monsters, the more I fear for a legion of our own troops going mad and turning on us.” Luna sighed out of her nose before finishing her meal. It was a light thing to help her watch her weight. Sure there were mods and magic to simply do away with unwanted fat, but Luna prefered to live a healthy and active lifestyle unlike her slovenly cake-eating sister.
“You know, Berserker and the Crusaders have created a mod of their own, something to help against biotics. They’re always looking for a way to negate his opponent's greatest strengths, but this is just a prototype, they don’t know if it’ll work at all.” Slayer brought up and Luna quirked her brow at the non-sequitur. “Right, sorry. Reason for the topic change. Ahem. It might help with intense emotion shifts, which actually are part of what allows a biotic to channel.”
“Which would explain the impulses of fear biotics inspire in their opponents beyond the expected standard results from what our tests with the help of Samara, Miranda Lawson and Jacob Taylor turned out. How ironic that something vested entirely in science still uses elements of magic in it.” Luna smiled around her glass as she took a long drink of her purple wine.
“Magic is everywhere. All you have to do is look.” Slayer poetically replied with a gesture of his glass to the moon, which beckoned at Luna’s call with the ease of breathing for her. Other things classified as ‘moons’ also behaved the same for her, which was why planets with a great many moons, like Prometheus, were practically a playground for her.
“Truer words were never spoken.” Luna chuckled moments before she trailed her eyes back at Slayer’s beautiful shimmering iridescent white wings and his matching halo that helped illuminate the small dining table they were sitting at. “It will be so odd to start seeing people with those features about. Even our people had ancient myths of ponies with radiant wings and rings about their horns. It was why people assumed alicorns to be both angels and demons for the longest time.”
“Ironic, considering Equus’s past is flush with demons of all sorts from all walks of life and just as many origins. Chaos, Lust, Hell, even Warp now and then. Oh and the Void. Why do we have so many demons?” Slayer grumbled as he downed his drink.
“Because I’m a stinker and had some deals with other multiverses for a time.” Luci chuckled as a tiny chibi naked red demoness appeared on Slayer’s shoulder. “Sure, I didn’t make all of those demons, but when people do stupid things, Evil tends to result. You also have Good or Neutral demons too, don’t forget Tartarus.”
“Hello again Luci. How are you this fine evening?” Luna asked amicably of the Goddess of Evil, who yawned and leaned against Slayer’s neck as she straddled his shoulder with her legs.
“Mm, Good, which isn’t Evil, but that’s not bad. Evil can’t be Evil all the time, there’s depths to it. Me interrupting and being naked to distract you both is it’s own little Evil.” Luci chirped moments before a thestral dove down and snagged the bottles of their booze off the table. “Go guy! Your girl wants to get drunk tonight!”
“You teasing enabler.” Slayer snorted in amusement and tickled Luci’s stomach, which made her laugh and squeal.
This scene made Luna’s eye’s glint knowingly and she finished her drink before gathering her plate. “Good night then to you both. I shall retire for the evening, since I’m stuck being diurnal on Equestrian Central Time for the next decade at the least.” Luna left them be and yawned as the sleeping aids she’d taken to accelerate her sleep schedule’s turnover began to properly kick in.
“Good evening Luna.” Luna blinked at the familiar voice and she cooed as she turned towards the source to see the beautiful green-furred and autumn-orange maned and tailed alicorn in a simple if elegant business suit. “Are you going to bed?”
“Mm~, yes Oberon, I am. Would you care to join me?” Luna fluttered her eyes at her seductively and her wife and fellow alicorn returned the gaze.
“Sure. Let me just have a quick meal then I’ll gather Tia and join up with you for our monthly menage de trois.” Oberon leaned in and they shared a brief if strong kiss and Luna magicked her dirty dishes away before teleporting to her bedchamber to get ready for a passionate night.
Ch.118
“For some reason I feel like making a Halo reference.” I blurted out at random while on a shopping trip on the Citadel with Jack and Ghost. Jack needed new clothes because all she had at the biotics academy were her military fatigue pants and tops, so all she brought was what she had on. Ghost had gone through a growth spurt and now nervously stood at my height in too-tight clothes. He was oddly even more nervous about being in his beast alt for some reason.
“What about Hunter’s new head ornament?” Jack asked in bemusement as she tugged on her newly purchased shirt. It was a cheap thing she’d bought specifically because it was too small to cover her bust as well as her midriff, so it became a belly T.
“I think mom means another Sci-fi series from her home dimension. Apparently the Empire’s clunkier and heavier ships are inspired by it.” Ghost filled in his friend and potential mate as he tugged on the front of his too-tight pants-turned-shorts in discomfort. Don’t worry sweetie, we’re stopping at a big-and-tall store next.
“Really?” I asked since I haven’t seen any such ships. Most of the ones I’ve seen were Star Wars inspired.
“Unfortunately, that was due to us supplying our Equus with such technological wonders from some of the Sci-Fi gaming/filming franchises; Halo, Gears of War, Killzone, Colonial Marines from Aliens. You name it. Star Wars came out from Andromeda when the Empire succeeded in passing their Space Faring stages and expanded across the galaxy.” Cue the semi-omniscient eavesdropper. “Sorry, but you asked the damn question, so I answered.”
“Oh, but that doesn’t answer why Nora suddenly wanted to make a reference to something.” Jack replied and I really was worried about the non-sequitur compulsion I’d had-.
“You are to cease and desist questioning reality immediately or prepare to be ponked!” Cheerfully chirped a pink 10 foot tall wall of muscle and tits from behind us with a bright smile full of too-sharp teeth. The amazonian mare was squeezed in a too-tight blue shirt hugging her beach-ball boobs and blue spandex short-shorts that left nothing to the imagination. I also noticed she had...I think eyes in places across her body that were closed and mostly blended in.
She also had inexplicably big and poofy curly darker pink hair for her mane and tail. “Uh...who are you?” I asked warily, because my senses were tingling as if she were a dangerous predator moments away from pouncing.
“I’m Pinkie Pie! Element of Laughter and official Reality Cop! Well, self-appointed Reality Cop, but when you’re one of the few people you know who can keep reality stable, you take charge!” The bubbly busty amazon declared with her eyes and teeth still shining bright with joy.
“Oh...kay?” Ghost blinked before suddenly the towering mare was in his face.
“I see you like heavy metal. I suggest you try Dystopia, they have so much shred your face might melt off.” The bouncy mare then suddenly ceased , as if she never existed, leaving us gaping at where she’d been.
“Oh. Um, if you just encountered Pinkie Pie, move on to another topic. You don’t want to get ‘ponked’. You won’t be seen for a whole day and the people she ‘ponks’ have given a mixture of overjoyed and distraught reports of events. Both involve cupcakes.” Hunter said and deciding to take his advice, I turned to Ghost and patted his bicep, which had more muscle after his growth.
“C’mon son, let’s get you new clothes, but with how fast you’re growing we might as well only get you a couple outfits.” I said to sooth his nerves as I valiantly ignored how his too-tight shirt outlined every muscle on his torso and was short enough to expose his bottom two abs. Fuck, I failed to ignore it. No lewding your children Nora! Cease! Desist! Refrain! Abstain!
“Y-you think I’m gonna keep getting bigger?” Ghost asked worriedly and whimpered, his ears turned back and his tail tucked between his thighs.
“Considering you seem to still be growing, yeah.” I sadly informed my boy, who seems incredibly self-conscious about this. “It’s just your body becoming what you will ultimately be, Ghost. If that’s a towering hulk who can do a flex-off with Pillar or other giants, then so be it.”
“But I’m already so huge !” Ghost whined and Jack reached up to pat his bicep.
“Hey, big guy. Being enormous isn’t bad, at least not in this oversized universe. You’re not even that big right now compared to the average hunks around your height. Besides, bigger is better.” Jack declared and this seemed to give my boy some confidence. Thanks Jack.
“That said, there’s the big-and-tall store.” I pointed out the place, which was massive . It’s entrance was basically a warehouse door 30 feet tall and twice as wide. Giants were entering and leaving that compared with Pillar on average height and there were even ones with appendages almost reaching the top of the door! However, they were all Imperials who had magic to shrink themselves and their new purchases down to a manageable size once they left the store. Those must be customers specifically looking for outfits to wear at their true size.
“Holy shit…” Both Ghost and Jack gawked at the sight before I grabbed their hands and pulled them into the place-.
“Whoa ~!” I yelped and wobbled, my shirt and shorts shredding and leaving me in the nude as I blushed hotly and used my tendies to make my tentakini in a hurry while many patrons all whooped and cat-called at me. Thankfully I had Jack and Ghost in my palms. “W-what just happened?!”
“Ah, you must have enchantments that suppress your max size and those get temporarily shut off when in our store so you can find clothes in your size.” A giantess winged cat, a sphinx? A sphinx in black business casual wear who still towered over me by several feet, but I must be around 20-ish feet tall! “I’m Briallia, the proprietress of this branch of Big and Beautiful.”
“N-Nora’Feell. I was coming here to get my son replacement clothes and maybe see about clothes that will stretch to fit him because he’s still growing.” I held up Jack and my boy on my palms so she could look down at them from a more comfortable distance.
“I’m sure I can find something for him.” Briallia said with a kind smile.
“Thank you.” Ghost said nervously before I followed Briallia through the store. “Geez mom. I didn’t know this form had your size suppressed.”
“I didn’t either, son. I thought this form just tended to be...no wait. That’s right. I change size to adjust the size of my alts while in this form. I guess I’m really a giantess at base after I consumed that brain-dead Reaper.” I muttered the end to myself in a mixture of annoyance and frustration. This ment Yola was in a similar boat. At least we know size-magic cancellation will affect all of our alts.
“Here is the section for people 7 feet to 10 feet.” Briallia gestured below us and I looked down at the aisles of clothes, shoes and whatnot that were too small for me to go into.
“Here you two go, I’ll have to find something for myself and sis. Don’t be mean, Jack.” I warned my lover, who smiled mischievously even as I set her and Ghost down. “Okay, please lead on. I haven’t needed to go clothes shopping in years.”
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An Imp’s head rolled off a ledge into lava, moments before a few Hell Husks joined it and the unintelligible screams of rage accompanied the carnage with fire, explosions and more screaming . Moments later, a Cacodemon exploded in viscera to reveal Bryan in unleashing his rage and bloodlust with his infernal chain sword and chain axe while Carnage, the thusly christened new slayer, was also indulging in his violent madness, pulping demons with his bare hands.
Nearby was the armored angel Selene, who was indulging in the violence herself, having just sliced a Hell Praetorian with her blad-sharp wings. She’d never participated in ultraviolence before and while her creator disliked any of his creations being forced to kill, he understood that it was necessary now and ensured that she, like other warriors of Heaven would be able to withstand the terrors of war with Hell. At least she had Vinnie by her side.
Even so, she still wondered if her enjoying watching demons be smashed and dismembered so much was a Good thing or an Evil thing considering the victims were monsters of the purest definition. Either way, seeing Bryan coated in blood also did interesting things to her groin and core. Samur’s ominous words of ‘Rip and Tear until it is done’ were so fitting now. Along with the occasional ‘Blood for the Blood God! Skulls for the Skull Throne!’ Bryan screamed.
After the last demon or hellish monster was gone from the area, Selene was panting and trying not to relish the adrenaline while she tried to calm down. The blood dripping down her armor wasn’t helping. “Bryan, Carnage. Any idea where to go next?” Selene could barely remember why they were clearing this specific planet in Hell’s dimension instead of just blowing it up like she’d learned it was SOP for worlds in Hell’s dimension.
“Grr...too quiet. No screaming.” Carnage seethed as he paced and his updated armor, the same custom model Bryan and his siblings wore, drank the blood that was coating him, turning it from literal blood red to military olive drab with iconography of a demon’s skull being split by a chainsaw on his pauldrons and left side of his chestplate. “Where are the demons?!”
“Hah...hold on.” Bryan panted and gasped as he let the adrenaline high fade before he brought up his omni-tool. “Damn it. We cleared out this continent already and the lads have finished the rest. I guess this planet is about to get jacked.”
“Oh. Right. We wanted to test the new portal’s capabilities and the planetary tractor beam, right?” Selene was baffled at the ingenuity and ambition of the mortals. Never in her unaging life, even as a scientist able to pursue any field that interested her, had she imagined things on such a scale like a portal able to swallow a planet or a machine able to move said planet when used in conjunction with several other machines of it’s type.
“Yeah, we could save worlds like Argent D'nur with this if we could bring them out of hell.” Vinnie huffed. “But the Argentas are lost forever. We can never bring them back.”
“No.” Carnage shook his head solemnly.
“So, we’ll be building on top of a mass grave once we take these worlds back?” Bryan questioned rhetorically with a grim expression underneath his helmet.
“Yes.” Carnage nodded. “We should move.”
“To where?” Bryan asked him.
“That Fortress.” Carnage snarled pointing to a structure on the horizon.
“Hm, yes. That needs to-huh?” Bryan looked down at his Omni-tool, someone was trying to ring him. “Who could that be?” He questioned as he answered the call to find it was Urta. At first glance though, Bryan realised that she seemed sad. “Urta? What’s wrong? You looked like you’ve been crying.”
“I...I was told about your confession.” Urta sniffled, holding back a sob in order to speak. “I-I didn’t realise you felt...that way. If I h-had known, then maybe...maybe…”
“If you didn’t lose your shit and killed off half the planet, we wouldn’t have needed to create those plans to deal with you. Should you go off the deep end, as it were.” Bryan sighed in annoyance, nodding to Carnage to continue on ahead, the mad slayer all too eagerly complied and rushed off.
“I understand, but I wish you just told me! It never happened again because I’ve been trying so hard to keep my urges under control!” Urta whined in a panic. “I love you, it hurts that you would do this behind my back, but I get it. Just...please warn me before you do something like this again, so it hurts less.”
“You pissed off my people when you killed our warriors back then, damaging our marriage in the process. It also showed that your Empire was beginning to fracture, since some were more than willing to backstab one another.” Bryan reminded her coldly.
“Don’t I know that by now?” Urta grumbled bitterly. “This last stretch as Empress was such a fucking shit-show. If I didn’t have them scared shitless they would’ve done much worse than they have. Well now it’s Luna’s turn. She takes even less shit than me and has her own covenant of assassins at her beck and call. Don’t forget about the Darkmoon Blades and the Hunters of Ash.” Bryan nodded his head. Those two factions were creepy .
Particularly the Hunters. Fucking eldritch-worshiping weirdos. “Yeah, I know-.”
“My lord, we should get moving.” Selene urged Bryan when she grabbed his right arm. “As much as I’m sure Carnage can handle himself, we shouldn’t keep him waiting.”
“Back off of my husband, bitch! We’re having a conversation!” Urta snarled as she barred her fangs at the celestial, his omni somehow projecting her head as an orange hologram, catching him by surprise since it didn’t do that before.
“Urta, tap the brakes on those territorial instincts!” Bryan snapped at her as Selene hid behind him in fright.
“S-sorry Bryan. I wore Lunahisa today-.” Bryan groaned. Oof. Double fertility. “-Then I went on a frenzy and I’m all hormonal...sorry.” Urta mewled.
“That was still uncalled for. If this is how you’re gonna act towards my new mates, you need a time-out in the naughty corner.” Bryan sternly chastised the vixen and Urta whimpered in shame.
“I’m sorry, honey. Same to you new-girl. I’m normally much more open than this.” Urta apologised to Selene and then a hand appeared next to her mouth. “Hey, did you learn about the sensitive spot behind his-?”
“Hanging up!” Bryan cut the call with a warmth in his cheeks. He huffed indignantly, hoping that Selene doesn’t find out about that until later. It was kinda embarrassing to him. With that, Bryan turned to Selene and pointed at her. “Do not ask.”
“Um, okay. You will tell me when you are fine with it.” Selene agreed, but curiosity was clearly eating at her.
“I will, don’t worry. You already know about me really enjoying my feminine side, but what Urta just tried to reveal is something embarrassingly personal.” Bryan sighed and shook his head.
“I can understand, I too have one or two odd kinks that I will divulge later. Now, let’s go drown these awkward feelings in demonic blood if we can find it or at least get on a ship for the next mission.” Selene took wing, Bryan and Vinnie joined her. He was only slightly annoyed that Carnage had already kicked the door of the fort in and was destroying Hell’s machines, not demons or even flesh at all, so it would be a hollow satisfaction.
It wasn’t until that battle was over that he realized Vinnie had been oddly quiet and for her that rarely boded well...
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“Holy shit dude…” Jack gawked at Ghost in awe as the young man gulped.
“I know. How am I gonna live with these ?” He wasn’t sure how she talked him into this...
“Like a fucking king, dude.” Jack breathed as she got on her knees.
“I can barely walk without pants, Jack!” Ghost whimpered when he felt her hands.
“Fuck walking, sit down.”
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“My Virgin Alarm is ringing!” I shouted urgently, causing Briallia to blink in shock as she paused in taking my measurements and I rushed towards the changing rooms of the area of the store where I left Ghost and Jack. “Jack ! Cease and desist or I will couch you for a month with a chastity belt!” I shrieked down at the changing area and was relieved when she rushed out of a changing booth with an angry flush on her face. “Stow it or I’m putting you in my Inventory until we’re back on the EDI .”
“Fine! Just so you know, your son is-.”
“Shut up ~!” Ghost roared desperately from inside the changing booth and Jack pouted angrily.
“Zip it. One more word out of you and you’re in the dog house, not his dog house either.” I made the hand gesture stating that I was going to be watching her and then hesitantly returned to Briallia in the ‘Gentle Giants’ section where she was measuring me for shorts and a top, because at our sizes, open bottom skirts or dresses weren’t just impractical and indecent, but dangerous . Those things at that size are giant tents capable of covering small buildings. “Sorry about that. My Virgin Alarm went off and I had to save my son’s innocence.”
“Ah, I understand. I’ve never had children, being a sphinx and all, but I’ve cared for young ones enough to know the paranoia over their well-being. That said, I’ve found a few pairs of shorts and crop tops for you and your sister who you said shares the same measurements.” Briallia kindly said as she held up the bags with navy and maroon jean-shorts and plain purple shirts.
“Thanks Bree, I’ll just see if my son has his clothes and then we’ll check out.” I shook hands with the kind woman and returned to the ‘Under 10’ section to find Ghost was wearing much better fitting jeans and a plain black shirt that wasn’t hugging him to the point of being useless. “Did you find what you need, son?” I asked while giving Jack a disapproving leer.
“Y-yeah. Jack helped me find pants with the right...uh...crotch room…” Ghost blushed through his white fur and Jack blushed hotly too.
“Thanks for that, Jack, but don’t be so invasive next time.” I warned her before picking them up to head to the checkout counters, which had one group of checkout lanes that more ‘reasonably’ sized people could use and another for people slightly smaller than me and bigger. After we checked out, I warily stepped out of the store and sighed in relief that my giant-sized clothes shrunk with me. “Thank gosh I don’t have to worry about them turning into tents. Let’s go home and...then you two can c-continue w-where you left off.” Virgin Alarm be damned, if my boy wants to have sex, it’s his choice.
“I’d rather not now. Ghost is too skittish and you spooked him so bad his balls practically withdrew into his groin a bit.” Jack grumbled and I smiled sheepishly at my son and lover.
“Yeah...I’m not in any mood.” Ghost admitted with his tail between his legs and his ears flat.
“Sorry, but my Virgin Alarm is set to go off before you do. I’ll shut it down since you’re clearly mature enough to make your own decisions about your body.” I gently apologized before I staggered through a portal and blinked at the unfamiliar surroundings. “Uh...did I just get abducted?” I looked out of the nearest window to see a red planet. “Uh oh…”
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“What do you mean Nora and Yola are gone?!” Penny demanded of her team after returning from debriefing with the Council as well as receiving her next task. Which she’d completely forgotten in the face of her wives being kidnapped !
“We mean they’ve been abducted, potentially for Displaced shenanigans. I’ve also gotten word from Chrysanthemum that Paretia has been abducted by Krystal from Star Fox according to the video her brother Basil took the moment he realized what was going on.” Hunter informed the pacing and nearly hysterical Commander Shepard, who wasn’t helped by the fact Urta was still hosting the entirety of the Fertility Aspect and was similarly distressed.
“Of course it’s Displaced bullshit. It seems any time they’re even mentioned shit goes to Hell. Sometimes literally.” Penny snarled and seemed ready to punch something. “I mean, just look at poor Nora. She keeps getting shoehorned into all sorts of shenanigans that she would otherwise steer clear of. Not to mention all the unfortunate things you and your siblings get pulled into against your will. How is that fair to you?” Penny bemoaned to the telepath, who rubbed his temples with a weary expression.
“Just be glad she isn’t experiencing the worst side of it. Trust me, being Displaced is a bitch. I’ll get in touch with the Chaos Trinity to take us to wherever Nora and Yola disappeared to.” Hunter stated and Penny sighed in relief that at least she had an expert on board with connections.
“What was the worst thing you’ve had to go through because the multiverse loves bullying Displaced?” Penny asked gently, clearly offering some form of comfort.
“Seeing Bryan getting banished for wounding every gods’ fragile ego at once. That was on a wedding day of two Displaced getting married.” Hunter answered with a snort of amusement.
“Oh yeah, I remember hearing about that. At least Visi was there for him right quick.” Urta commented while looking at her Omni. “Thanks for already looking into this Hunter. What’s your plan after the Triplets get in touch, dear?”
“Explore the new universe Nora, Yola and Paretia have wound up in. Their weaponry is worth collecting if you get into contact with the local government.” Hunter declared and Penny nodded in agreement. Hopefully they could benefit from this SNAFU.
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The ship I was on was empty. There was nobody here. The technology was also esoteric and used programming I was incompatible with, so I couldn’t just jack in. Not even my omni-tool could comprehend the computer language this ship used.
It wasn’t a derelict either or at least it wasn’t for long. The cafeteria had cold food still set out, like the people were about to eat, but then left without warning not even an hour ago. There wasn’t anything in the hangar. I was stranded because the system was locked down and all exits sealed, so I couldn’t even turn into my cuttleship alt.
I could just size up and tear my way out, but I don’t know if the inhabitants of the ship will be back soon or not. I’d rather err on the side of caution and not destroy their home and main mode of transport.
With nothing left to do, I decided to eat the food that was left out, because it was cold and wasting food in space is a big no-no. It looked like food I was used to, but tasted off. Like it had more or less nutrition than my palate was accustomed to. I also decided to be a rude girl and dig through dressers and other private places.
I can confirm the inhabitants are either anthros or this woman had a knot fetish, because the canine vibrator I found had a huge knot. I put it back, though I was tempted to steal it. Her clothes were also cute. She had a collection of navy blue and purple flight suits that I really wish were in my size, as well as casual jeans and tank tops.
I was in the middle of ruining one of these tops by squeezing it over my massive mams when the door to the room whished open and I froze at the sight of Krystal, who froze at noticing me ruining what must be one of her tops. “...Uh...hi?”
“Hello? I sense no ill intent from you, but what are you doing on our ship? Let alone ruining one of my tank tops?” Krystal asked with her arms crossed under her more modest D-cup bosom which was supported by her flight suit in a way that they seemed bigger.
“Uh, just a sec, I almost have it on anyway.” I finished pulling the top down as far as I could, my breasts turning the tank into a sports bra with the pitiful cry of it’s seams. “Mmf, tight, but that’s my fault. Ahem. I’m Nora’Feell Vas EDI. I was on a shopping trip with my son and my lover when a portal opened up and I stumbled into this ship.”
“Oh. Damn it, Slippy. We’ll get you sent home right away. It seems our engineer didn’t fully shut down the device we used to look for someone who could help us.” Krystal sighed with a shake of her head.
“Wait, Slippy? Well that explains a lot.” I groaned after I remembered him from the games. He’s brilliant, no doubt, but his clumsiness and misfortune was a trope in video gaming. “Well, hopefully the machine didn’t conveniently break and strand me-.”
“Everyone! If you find anyong from another dimension, please help them remain calm. I am repairing the Dimensionator as I speak.” An annoying nasal and whiny voice stated over the intercom and I whined as I flopped back on Krystal’s bed.
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“Not! Enough! demons !” Carnage roared as he finished turning a Mancubus into steaming rotting demi-glace with his hands. The speed at which Carnage and Bryan with support from Selene were wiping out legions upon legions of hell was unprecedented without all of the Doom Marines present.
“Dude. Chill. You should be happy when there are no more demons to kill.” Bryan huffed as he wiped the blood from his helmet’s visor and used his omni tool to prepare for pickup and redeployment.
“Bryan, it’s Kevin.” Hunter called him via telepathy, it sounded urgent.
“What’s wrong?” Bryan asked aloud for the benefit of the others as he pointed at his head so they understood he was speaking to someone else. At the same time, he received word that a portal would be opening up on their position in a few seconds through his omni.
“Nora and Yola have been abducted. I’m just letting you and the others know that we’ll be gone for a while to get them back.” Hunter elaborated on the situation, which didn’t sit well.
“What else happened?” Vinnie pressed as their portal opened up and they passed through it, finding themselves back in the Fortress of Doom.
“Oh, Penny sympathizes with us, but I assured her that Nora isn’t experiencing the worst side of it all. Not like what happened at Angel and Skull’s wedding.” Hunter answered and Vinnie sighed in relief.
“It’s good that she does, being married to a Displaced and possibly getting dragged into the Family.” Bryan commented as he remembered the enjoyment he had when around Penny. She was like a more gentle Urta, but still had the volcanic temper when her principals, friends or family were endangered. She was also a bit of a weeb, which was funny when ‘ethnic’ cultures were considered ‘distasteful’ or ‘archaic’ to humanity nowadays. Charlatans.
“Yep. Anyway, after we save Penny’s wives, I’ll be exploring the Star Fox universe. If you want, you guys could join me?” Hunter offered and Bryan mulled it over for a moment.
“Hm, maybe later. Not right now. I’m in the groove, got a slaughterfest going and the new guy is kinda over-the-top and this is me saying that.” Bryan chuckled and Vinnie snickered from nearby.
“Okay, I’ll see you guys soon. Hopefully I find us a planet to chillax on before getting politically familiar with the government.” Hunter said with visions of fishing or sunning on a beach being broadcast.
“Leave whenever you want. I can crush these weaklings with my bare hands. You don’t need to stick around if you need to retreat to a man cave and do your thing.” Carnage said with some clarity, somehow knowing the conversation the brothers were having.
“Carnage is right. Anyway, I better get going, see you soon.” Hunter did a buzzy click like a phone hang-up to let them know he wasn’t in open dialogue and they left the bridge of the Fortress of Doom.
“That was surprisingly wise and astute of you, Carnage.” Selene commented cheerfully.
“Can we kill more demons now?” The man huffed, ruining the glimpse of sanity his outlets had allowed.
“You can see yourself to the Ripatorium, I need to think.” Bryan told Carnage as they split. Selene followed him to his room, while Carnage took the elevator down to the Ripatorium and Vinnie went off to do whatever she felt like.
“Are you well, Lord Bryan?” Selene asked him with worry after they’d stripped out of their armor and set them in the armor rack/wash in the wall next to the door.
“No. There’s something off about Hell.” Bryan answered as he set up his punching bag and began his sets. Every punch he threw at it was fast and powerful, the bag took all of this without breaking, because it was a gift from Palutena. The poor, poor bag was created for the express purpose of taking any strike as one of the tools for ‘Smashers’ to train with.
“You think this is all a distraction?” Selene inquired soothingly as she massaged his shoulders and wings, even while he kept punching and kicking.
“Yes, it’s like they’re not really trying since we wiped out Cerberus.” Bryan grunted as the room shook a bit from his punches until he eventually stopped. Resting his head against the cutesy sandbag, he let out a sigh. “However, they took in the Atlas super soldiers and we haven’t found any trace of them since.” After say that, his omni-tool started to ring.
“Who is it?” Selene asked before Bryan answered it.
“Someone I love almost more than anything I can think of.” Bryan smiled before the omni formed a hologram of Visilia. The mare had him by the balls long before he even met anyone else. In a very good way. “Hey, Visi.” Bryan greeted his red demonic alicorn queen eagerly. “Sorry if I missed you. I’m not actively avoiding you, I haven’t been abducted, no I’m not Marauder pretending to be me.” That was one frustrating Christmas event.
“Hey Bryan, how are you doing? You did miss our anniversary.” Visilia Themis said with a mixture of frostiness and understanding, causing Bryan to feel a bit sweaty. “No, not that anniversary, the one with just you and I.” Whew! Missing the wedding anniversary was like signing up for getting blue-balled for a few months!
“Well, I’ve been better, but I’ve been worse…”
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“Is this really all necessary?” Yola asked with a pout as she was suspended in a force cage by a ring that held her arms and legs out towards the force cage ring around her. One moment she was playing what her fuzzy memories inherited from Nora told her was a localized version of Animal Crossing to chill and relax. The next she dropped a few feet onto her ass and had guns on her in seconds.
“You are an alien not of any race in the Lylat System. You appeared in the middle of my flagship out of a portal with technology we don’t recognize. You’re lucky I am not a brute and ordered you detained instead of killed.” The gray-white furred simian man who was rather wiry and uninspiring in his slightly nasally whiny voice said.
“I appreciate that, but if you’d be so kind; I would prefer being jettisoned out of the nearest airlock so I can make my way to someplace more polite.” Yola snipped at the oaf who introduced himself as Andrew Oikonny, the ‘leader of the Venomian Rebellion’ or some other ostentatious self-important tripe.
“Out of the question! Just by scanning you, my scientists have made precious technological and medical advancements in the past few hours that would have otherwise taken even the Lylattan University of the Sciences decades to discover! You’ll remain here and be kept alive for our benefit. Once we feel that we’ve learned enough from you, then we’ll let you go.” Oikonny flippantly declared and Yola sighed as she wilted in her restraints.
“Lovely. Any idea how long that will be? I’d offer up all sorts of schematics if it’ll get me out of here ASAP.” Yola figured this must be an alternate universe. Whatever happens after she’s gone isn’t her problem. Sure, Nora and Penny might take issue with that concept, but Yola was much more pragmatic than either of her romantic wives. It was why they kept turning to her for advice.
“As much as it pains me to admit; I am not an unparalleled omnidisciplinary scientist like my dear departed uncle. I’m an aerospace engineer first and foremost with degrees in other fields of engineering. If you are able to provide schematics of ships or other space-faring designs that we do not know of or otherwise could help advance our ships in general, I may be more lenient in granting you a much earlier release than initially planned.” Oikonny’s eyes glinted and Yola felt like she might be making a mistake after all...
“Well...I can definitely do that.” Being a living shipyard for about a year and having no time for much else, she’d requested all sorts of ship designs from Admiral Nostradomus. Yola took to her role with surprising ease compared to Nora, who while she enjoyed that year as a shipyard, didn’t revel in it like Yola did. Irony. Before then, Yola was the software buff and Nora the hardware savant.
“Excellent! I’ll arrange to have you given a drawing room and armed guards to supervise you. As for now, it’s evening. Good night Mrs. Feell, this room is temperature regulated and the restraints will ensure no loss of blood flow. Oh, dinner will be served via the feeding tube in a minute.” Oikonny left the cell and Yola looked up as a mouth-friendly feeding tube lowered.
“...This is more Nora’s kink...but whatever.”
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“I feel like I’m being kink-shamed right now.” I suddenly said as I laid in the bed Fox McCloud had been kind enough to lend me. It turned out that this ‘Dimensionator’ was made by Slippy from being inspired by Sunset Shimmer’s mirror portal that was under secure lockup in Corneria’s most heavily defended magic artefact repository. Said mare was an on-again off-again member of either Star Fox or Star Wolf, being an on-again off-again marefriend of Falco Lombardi and Panther Caroso respectively.
Wow she sounds like a slut, but I am in no position to throw stones in that direction. Either way, Slippy made it both as a test of his magi-tech engineering prowess and also to help come up with a small-scale local-space way to rapidly deploy from ship to surface and back again. The fact he made it inter-dimensional was an accident. The fact that Paretia was here because they used it to find capable assistance with Falco again leaving the team irked me.
Still… “Hey Nora!” Paretia chirped happily when she entered the room like a storm, sweeping me up into her arms and I squeaked as she spun me around before kissing me. “I’m so glad you’re here! The moment I came back aboard and heard you were on this joyride, I ran here!” Paretia was really happy here…
“Enjoying coming out of retirement?” I asked weakly and Paretia plopped my ass back on the bed before she did a spin and posed in her Star Fox emblem-sporting orange flight suit.
“Yes! I got a taste of that old flame when Chrys asked me to teach new pilots through making my own simulation recordings and lesson files, but I can’t believe how much I’ve missed this! This universe is like a dream come true too! They haven’t discovered galactic-spanning travel yet and it’s just one system. Everything here is basically decided by the skill of a pilot, not the tonnage they’re flying!” Paretia panted in excitement and I flinched.
“Y-yeah. I can see that, but you have children back home, Par.” I mewled and she winced as if struck.
“A-ah. Yes. Right. My girls...damn it. My girls. Ugh. Well...I can’t leave right now. The Team needs me until we can find Falco. That birdbrain is off in the system being a hoodlum or something when his friends need him.” Paretia snarled in disgust, her loyalty to her friends shining through. It was why she was so trustworthy with what had been a secret back then.
“I know the story of this universe’s prime instance, so I get that. He should’ve rejoined after Krystal joined once she was rescued from Krazoa Andross, did that not happen?” I asked my wife and Paretia shook her head.
“No, it happened, but he went off on a sabbatical with Sunset and they haven’t come back yet. They desperately needed an ace pilot to rescue Fox from a trap, so they tapped me for it. I’ve just been...uh, kinda part of the team since. I almost forgot to ask to be sent home.” Paretia admitted and I sighed in disappointment, not just with her, but for everyone neglecting her nature, including herself.
“When we get home, you need to be a hands-on instructor too. You’ve got too much zeal for your occupation to just stop and lay around, trying and failing to get fat.” I said as I rubbed her shoulders while looking in her sad eyes.
“I thought I was done with this, but now I see I can’t get out because I love it too much. At least as a teacher, I don’t have to worry about an untimely end nearly as much.” Paretia grumbled and put her hands on my waist as we leaned in and kissed chastely. “I know it was an accident, but thanks for coming to get me.”
“My, my, I love tracking Displaced.” A woman chuckled as she barged into our room, looking almost human except for the red spiky hair, pointy ears and wearing a school uniform. “Heya! I got a call from a friend of a friend who said some Displaced got extra Displaced. I suppose you could say that this is a case of Displace-ception!” The peppy woman stated and I pondered her appearance and words before I started to inwardly panic.
“Uh, who are you?” Paretia asked while I was trying not to have a system failure in shock at the fact that one of the most bullshit entities in Japanese fiction was here.
“I’m Washu!” She announced cheerfully, proving my fears to be well-founded and I promptly fainted.
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She jolted awake with a snort, then groaned at her sore body before stirring properly and sitting up, the sheets sliding off her volleyball-sized F-cup orange-yellow breasts. She moved her tongue around to moisten her dry mouth before looking at her bedmate, smiling softly at Falco’s dozing and peaceful expression, which was at odds with his usually sneering or smirking face. “Wake up, Fal.”
“Mm...buzz off…” Falco blearily said before she casually levitated him out of bed and yawned as she stretched and got out of bed. “Dang it Sun, let me sleep…”
“If I don’t get you up now, you’ll sleep all day.” Sunset said with fond exasperation as she magically carried him into the bathroom of the rented hotel room they were staying in, her hooves sending empty beer bottles rolling across the carpeted floor.
“Blast you and yer mornin’ energy.” Falco slurred as she squeezed the two of them into the shower and turned on the water. “Cold ! Fuck! Damn it Sunset!” Falco cursed before she pressed him into the wall of the shower and kissed him, his protests muffled as he groped her ass and grinded his pelvis against her while the water heated up.
“*smooch* You awake now, babe?” Sunset purred as she rubbed her thicc muscular thighs around his already stiff dick.
“Unf, like I can’t be when you get me goin’ like this.” Falco hissed and gently pushed her away. “None of that. You know I don’t like doing it first thing in the mornin’. Makes the rest of the day harder to deal with.” Falco grumbled as he grabbed the soap and began lathering up both of their chests, paying special attention to her heavy breasts.
“Aw, your lack of stamina is showing~.” Sunset playfully cooed as she let him wash her, before she took the soap and began washing his slowly softening avian phallus, which made him hiss and grumble while it formed back up. “Aw, but look at him. He’s so eager Fal. Why do you have to be so mean to him in the morning?” Sunset licked her lips and rinsed him off.
“D-don’t you-oh~...” Falco threaded his fingers in her red and yellow mane as she went down on him, taking his ten inch spike of a penis into her mouth and sucking. “D-damn it, Sun~!” Falco panted, his tail feathers fanned and twitching against the shower wall Sunset had him pinned to before he noticed his phone on the bathroom counter, however it got there during their drunken game of grab-ass last night, flash with a call. “Unf!” Whatever, he’d call them back after his girlfriend finished tiring him out before the day even got started.
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“My, my! You are almost as bad as Lunahisa!” I heard as I was groped and prodded. “Only, instead of being a genetic roadmap, you’re a bio-synth template.”
“Yeah, she’s been through a lot.” I heard Paretia say as my optics reactivated.
“Mmph?” I blinked. I was strapped to a sort of operating table with fancy gizmos dangling on robotic waldos over me. I had something in my ass, my cunt, down my throat! It didn’t hurt, of course, because I’m way too used to deep and huge insertions along with me being more than organic, but still! “Mmph !” I grunted in protest, only to find my arms and legs were gone ! Ah~!
“Oh, don’t have a fit. I disconnected your fully robotic forearms and calves for thorough examination and to make sure you don’t hurt yourself during my investigations into your very existence. You’ll be fine. The only people who die under my care are evil monsters and as one of Primus’s favored children; you’re far from evil.” Washu stated as she poked my left breast with a wand-like thing. “I mean, your breasts alone are works of art! Factories capable of converting mass into other states of mass like a molecular furnace and that isn’t even touching on your womb!”
“Hm?” I know I’m awesome, but that sounds like the work of a star . Most people don’t know, but the vast majority of mass in the universe is converted from various other states into their familiar forms by stars before dispersing them in supernovas. Gold for instance, is made in stars and distributed that way.
“You’re literally a godsend to any society less than utopian, Nora. Same for your sister and anyone who shares your incredible abilities. I’m absolutely going to be using machines based off of you to continue helping societies advance.” Washu declared and I felt unusually pleased at this prospect.
“I understand that, but I still don’t appreciate you doing this to someone on my ship.” Fox McCloud said with a disapproving huff from next to Paretia and Krystal.
“Technically, we’re on my ship. It’s just docked in the Great Fox’s hangar.” Washu smirked and Fox leered at her. “Don’t worry, she’ll be free of my bedside manner in an hour at most. The amount of data gleaned from examining her is worth maybe a quarter of a galaxy’s GDP.” I’m worth how much?!
“Even so, I’d prefer if you didn’t do this at all.” Fox huffed and rolled his eyes. “Are you okay with continuing to be examined, Nora?”
“Mm.” I shrugged, figuring since Washu had already been examining me while I was offline and that she’s freaking Washu , I might as well just let her finish up with me. Washu get’s what Washu wants and I’d rather not have it be even more invasive if I try to say no at this point.
“Alright then. We’ll be in the briefing room in an hour, so please check in with us by then or we’ll come back.” Krystal said firmly to Washu with a glare and the Choushin rolled her eyes before flippantly waving them off. Once she was alone with me, she got a scary sparkle to her eyes.
“Now then, let’s see how your microfactories respond to some stimulus. I need to see about any failsafes your body has.” Washu pulled on an elbow-length pink rubber glove and I squealed.
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“I swear, Sun, you’re gonna fuck me to death.” Falco tiredly muttered as he staggered into the main room of their rented space and flopped on the bed, still naked, but dry and clean as a whistle. Sunset then emerged from the bathroom looking radiant and already wearing her red flight suit accented by her black leather bomber jacket with faux white fur fluff on the collar.
“Not my plan, but if you do it’d be an awesome way to die.” Sunset teased her boyfriend before with a flick of her head and a flash of her horn, he was fully dressed in his clean red and black flight suit and white jacket. “Alright, so, what’s the plan for today? We gonna go beat up some goons, get sloshed at a bar, go clubbing and maybe find some swingers to sex?”
“Sun, you just drained me like some succubus. I ain’t up for nothin’ strenuous today.” Falco huffed as he rolled over and brought up his phone. “Geez. Fox, Pep, Slip and even Krys have buzzed my phone. What’s up this time?” Falco went to the first message from Peppy and winced before promptly deleting it and all the others without waiting for more. “Well, break’s over Sunset. Something’s happened and if it’s got old Pep’s ears in a twist, we’d best get back.”
“Aw. Oh well, I could do with more time hanging out with Krystal. At least I don’t have to fight her over you like I do with Kat.” Sunset pouted at the thought of her frenemy, who she both disliked for sharing romantic interest in Falco, but didn’t dislike her when they got drunk and had hot lesbian sex that one time. Kat refused to acknowledge it, but Sunset remembered how she yowled ~.
“If Kat wanted me, she should’ve told me she was interested. That ship left port.” Falco dismissed and Sunset felt warm inside at him acknowledging how important she was to him. “Now then, let’s let the owner know we’re vacating and head on back. Hopefully it’s a good-paying job.”
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“These ship designs are blasphemous! They spit in the face of all traditional mechanical reasoning of our system! They’re beautiful ~!” Oikonny declared with sparkles in his eyes and joy on his face that was both disturbing and sort of adorkable. “You’ve given us hundreds of ship designs that are entirely unique! Why, even if we don’t continue the rebellion for whatever reason, the Venom shipyards could once again become a proper military superpower with this technology!”
“I’m glad you think so. Can I go now?” Yola asked insistently and Oikonny snapped out of his reverie.
“Ah...I don’t see why not...do you have anything else interesting before you go though? Anything that could help with medicine, terraforming, whatever your bio-synthetic species has developed that could help a planet with a caustic atmosphere and general environment?” Oikonny asked hopefully and Yola blinked at the oddly specific criteria.
“Um...yes. I think. I’ll just toss a data chit with things related to that to your science team before I take my leave. Can I go now?” Yola pleaded hopefully and Oikonny hummed.
“...Fine. Leave the data with my chief scientist and then you can leave without contest.” Oikonny dismissed her and she promptly grabbed a data chit, uploaded a bunch of varied blueprints of things like their own versions of medical scanners, gene modifications and M.E-Field generators meant for atmosphere and gravity control before she threw it to a lab-coated simian and promptly left the lab for the nearest airlock. “Observe her. Do not attack. She’s earned that much.”
Yola barely heard that, but was thankful he was upholding their agreement. The moment the airlock cycled and she was in vacuum, she transformed into her cuttleship alt and began using her sensors to try and map out the system. Since she was in a system that hadn’t achieved FTL capable of reliably going beyond the limits of the Lylat System, she knew she wouldn’t have much to search to find-there !
She oriented herself and made a single brief FTL jump.
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“Alert! Alert! Unknown ship on approach vector! Alert!” ROB-64 intoned in his droning monotone, springing everyone from their various activities to get a look at a hologram of the incoming ship.
“It looks like a cuttlefish.” Slippy commented uneasily at the sight of the genuinely alien ship. “It’s also larger than any ship on record. Not even Andross’s Gorgon was that big. Readings are sketchy at best. It seems to have an interference field around it.”
“Receiving communication hail from the unidentified ship!” Rob reported and Peppy pressed a button to accept the call.
“Hello? Is this Star Fox?” Everyone jolted at hearing Nora’s voice, while at the same time perplexed that whoever this was, they didn’t have a holo-call display, just a ‘No Image’ message.
“Yes. This is the Great Fox. What business do you have with us?” Fox asked warily while Krystal was looking at the other ship through the viewscreen with her hands on her hips and her metal-ringed blue tail flicking in a manner he assumed meant she was intrigued.
“Oh, thank gosh. Have you seen another ship like me? Or a long-eared comparatively flat-faced light purple woman with huge tits? I’m looking for my sister Nora who matches that description.” The woman asked and everyone warily looked at each other.
“Yes. She’s on board. Would you be...Yola?” Krystal asked with her brows scrunched in concentration.
“Yep! Coming aboard, don’t worry about my size.” Yola replied and the giant ship suddenly vanished as the call disconnected.
“W-where did her ship go?!” Peppy asked frantically and Krystal blinked as she looked at the floor.
“She’s in the hangar. Let’s go greet her before she encounters Washu and possibly takes exception to how her sister is being treated.” Krystal urged before running towards the lift down, Fox close behind her.
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“Sis. I hate you right now.” Yola grumbled on the operating table next to me, summarily disabled, disarmed and legged and now undergoing a similar battery of scans and tests that I had gone through while Paretia helped reattach my limbs.
“This isn’t my fault. I had no idea she was following us.” I told her after I had my legs popped back on and I got to my feet. I held out my stumpy biceps towards Paretia for her to reattach my robotic elbows to. “That said, she was tracking us to lead Hunter and the rest to us. She is apparently besties with Lunahisa.”
“Besties is kinda a bit much. I mean, sure, I owe a lot of my good fortunes to her and all, but we hardly see each other.” Washu shrugged as she quickly finished up with Yola, barely taking a fraction of the time. “Done. You’re exactly the same as your sister in every way besides your personality.”
“Yay, why don’t you tell me something I don’t know?” Yola snarked with an incredible amount of bitterness. “Anyway, are you here to take us home?”
“I’m afraid not. Not yet anyway.” Washu answered with a resigned smile. “You need to be here.”
“Um, I’m sorry, what?” I asked fearfully, remembering what seemed to be coming. “Oh no!”
“I’m afraid so. From what I’ve learned through my own research, word from Hermais, Eris, as well as consulting with Primus and other powerful entities; if you want to have half a chance in, well, Hell of stopping Hell once and for all, then you need the power you will obtain in this universe.” Washu informed us and I whimpered.
“B-but I don’t wanna be an insect cyber-zombie borg queen-god thing!” Being Nexus Prime is bad enough! Do not want!
You do not have to, daughter, but the projections speak true. If you do not do this, then the galaxies you have come to call home will lose at least half of all sapient life before the end.
H-half? Half of...I think I’m going to be sick… “Sis...if it bothers you this much, then I could do it instead. It wouldn’t be too different from how I was before if what I remember about what I think is coming is accurate.” Yola said softly and I whimpered before I shook myself.
“N-no. I can’t do that to you. You’re my sister, I can’t just offer you in my place. I-I would appreciate having you with me even then if you would like.” I meekly hoped and Yola nodded in determination. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank her yet. Save it for if you succeed. Being partially mechanical makes you more susceptible to Aparoidedation.” Washu stated grimly, then smirked. “Lucky for you, I’m a genius. I also am a certified Deus Ex Device as labeled by many people. I won’t be staying, but I will give you two a booster shot that will make you resistant to the nanites Aparoids use to propagate. You’ll also produce it in your breasts so you can help other people become resistant.”
“Thanks-ow !” I yelped when a needle from overhead jabbed me in the ass and did the same to Yola shortly after.
“You’re welcome~. Now get out of my RV before Hunter gets here. I don’t want to get shanghaied into things more than I already allowed myself to be.” Washu rounded the three of us up and pushed us out of the door/stairs of her Silverstream Spaceship. “Bye~!” The hatch slammed shut and her ship vanished in a blinding light that reminded me of the effects caused by a Digimon’s Digivolution.
“...She was fun.” Paretia awkwardly commented moments before Fox and Krystal arrived.
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“Are you sure of this, Lord Oikonny?” One of the leading admirals of the Venomian fleet asked the pacing and worried snow monkey.
“More than certain. We must retreat to Venom and solidify our defenses. Even if Corneria still has it blockaded, they will soon be too pressed to pull their forces back to defend Corneria.” Oikonny wiped the sweat his fur failed to absorb from his pink brow. Mrs. Feell had left more than other schematics on that data chit. His scientists told him of the warning she included, of files that he remembered his uncle mentioning inspired several of his creations. “The Aparoids are coming back. We cannot leave Venom defenseless.”
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“I am having a bit of a fangasm right now.” Hunter idly admitted to the others on the EDI’s bridge upon exiting FTL around the location that Washu had dropped a beacon for them to find. The Great Fox , a unique and illogically designed carrier frigate was practically waiting for them. At least Berserker, Selene and Vinnie made it in time to join them. “Although I’m a little disappointed, I can’t sense Doctor Washu anymore.”
“She’s always been Wishy-Washy Washu. I’m not surprised if she bailed the moment she felt she was done with things.” Urta shrugged nonchalantly and Hunter nodded in agreement.
“Well, she led us here. Hail that ship.” Penny calmly ordered even as she paced, her tail still flicking about, sending her pheromones all over the place. Her scent was both excited and still tinged with anxiety. Soon, the call was answered by a handsome orange fox with a white snout that appeared on the holo-call.
“I swear, this is the most activity we’ve seen in weeks. If you’re here for Nora, Yola and Paretia, they’re all aboard. No we didn’t kidnap them, it was a malfunctioning piece of equipment.” The young-but-experienced sounding fox preemptively said and Hunter didn’t miss how both Urta and Penny’s tails fluffed up at seeing and hearing him. Hoo boy…
“H-hi. Uh...yeah. They’re my wives. I’m here to, y’know, take them home.” Penny awkwardly said with too much of an emphasis of trying to not display how interested she was just seeing and hearing him. She couldn’t help her ears perking or instinctively straightening her back to present her bust better.
“Well, the Great Fox isn’t exactly designed for boarding between larger ships. Prevents boarding actions you see. We’ll keep our hangar open for you to use a fighter or shuttle though.” The man said before he looked to his side. “Ah, right. I’m too used to people knowing me. Ahem. I’m Fox McCloud, leader of Star Fox.”
“I’m Commander Penny Inoue Shepard, Spectre of the Council.” Penny replied with a wide smile.
Ch.121
“Hi.” Penny said with eagerness, her tail flicking along with her sister’s while they stood opposite the Star Fox team.
“H-hey. Welcome.” Fox was visibly flustered too at realizing two very beautiful vixens were quite interested. However, he felt a bit of comfort from how Krystal was squeezing his shoulder and smiling at him with a mischievous glint to her eyes. She wasn’t upset, likely this was greatly amusing her. The Empath probably knew exactly what was going on and either wasn’t interested in Fox to that degree yet or didn’t mind other vixens vying for his attention.
“So...um. This is awkward, uh. Team Star Fox, meet Team Shepard. You’re both space-faring ass-kicking system-saving groups from different universes.” I said to break the odd awkward tension by the leaders of the two factions clearly having an instinctual exchange of pheromones and other sex-related sociological things going on.
“It’s like a bad fanfiction just waiting to happen.” Hunter snorted in amusement and a shake of his head. “Anyway, we were just here to take these three home.”
“About that. We can’t leave. Not without dooming half of both of our galaxies.” Yola grimly informed Hunter, who huffed and rubbed his temples.
“Let me guess: Hermais?” Vinnie asked in exasperation.
“Hermais.” Yola and I confirmed in a similar amount of exasperation.
“So I...guess we’ll be working together for a while?” Fox asked uneasily as he looked at Krystal, who raised an eyebrow playfully.
“I think this just proves that, while disruptive, Displaced get into all sorts of fun messes.” Penny winked over at me and I flushed with a pout at the apt description of my track record. “That said, you mentioned this universe being like Heaven in time distortion Hunter?”
“Yes, so it’ll give us all the time we need to both be involved here and perhaps get into contact with whichever government is willing to hear us out.” Hunter informed Penny with a sigh, but the Star Fox crew raised their brows. “We are foreigners of different governments. It’d be best if we get this over with, or we’ll end up complicating things. Got any recommendations?”
“Oh, right. That makes sense.” The old Hare said with a grunt.
“Oh, hey, wait. That means none of us are obligated to do anything . Hunter-Baby, maybe you should actually take a proper vacation. Vinnie and Bryan already did, but they can too.” Urta suggested eagerly with her tail wagging happily. “You could find someplace here and kick back.”
“I’d suggest Zoness if you want to just get away from everything. Lovely island retreats there after the pollution cleanup efforts and island terraforming projects.” Slippy commented cheerfully, the short and stout green and white amphibian even holding up travel pamphlets.
“Well, if you insist. What about you three?” Hunter asked the others.
“We really should take this opportunity, Bryan~.” Vinnie insisted with a purr.
“Really? I mean, I know we’ve been breeding celestials, but that was after a long vacation already-.” Bryan went quiet when Vinnie wagged her eyebrows and nodded towards Selene, who was completely bemused along with most everyone else. “Agreed!”
“Great! You go have fun, don’t cut it off too soon because you find someone in need of help or something.” Urta preemptively chastised with a wagging finger. “You go on and take a beach vacation, find a cave to veg out in or go fucking fishing, I don’t know. Just don’t come back until you’re unwound or the multiverse forces you.”
“Okay, so, ignore any and all calls for aid, lazz about like a baller and enjoy the scenery? Got it.” Now I feel uncomfortable with how Bryan worded that. Maybe we should-.
“Essentially. You have at least my full permission to be unreachable unless you want to be reached. So you can totally ignore any non-Argentine communications. If Visi calls though, I won’t be held responsible if you don’t answer.” Urta shuddered and so did her husbands and wife. “Visi is still scary and that’s hot.”
“Alright, alright. Stop pestering us about it.” Hunter shook his head in annoyance. “I blame Slayer for this; he was the one who thought we needed to keep an eye out for whatever wished to undermine our preparations against Hell. You know how he is.” Urta facepalmed.
“As interesting as this all is, it sounds like issues in your universe. I’m no authority, but could I ask that you leave that on your own ship? We’ve got enough drama around here as it stands.” The elderly Peppy Hare said moments before the comms console beeped. “Speaking of which, here comes the main source of it.” Peppy grumbled and tapped on the answer button. “Falco, Sunset, if you’re not in the same region of space as us right now, so help me-!”
“Geez, cool it gramps! We’re nearby, is that other ship harassing us though? Do we need to keep on hovering in case we gotta intervene?” Falco asked bluntly and Pepper nodded in approval of the pheasant’s caution.
“No, they’re new friends. Come on in and introduce yourselves.” Peppy hung up and his ears twitched. “As a warning. Falco is rather gruff and Sunset is a...force of personality and presence.”
“Are they going to be a problem?” Hunter questioned the old rabbit.
“I can’t say this won’t be. Falco likes to poke people until they react and Sunset bulldozes everyone unless they outright tell her to back off. Just don’t be pushovers when they do push and they’ll tend to like you enough to let up.” Peppy sighed in a long-suffering manner as he plopped into a chair.
“I’ll have to ask for the same. I may be the team leader, but I butt heads with Falco enough for everyone’s tastes. However, I must warn you that Sunset is, uh...promiscuous.” Fox uncomfortably brought up and I joined in on the snickering that our side of the room developed.
“You mean she’s a raging slut? Yeah, we’re used to that. No issues here.” I commented and nodded along with everyone in our team that came aboard, which was really just Penny, Urta, Ash and Tali. Nightfly only has so much room in his chassis after all. “I mean, look at us Fox. Do we look like people who are unused to action in the bedroom?” I groped my breasts and Star Fox, including Krystal, all blushed as they looked between me and the rest of my lovers.
Specifically our bodies. Yay, I made them look below the neckline! They’re so professional it’s kinda refreshing and cute. “I did sense an incredibly intense simmering affection and lust shared between you all. I haven’t witnessed a harem in person before, so I wasn’t certain if that was the case.” Krystal shared and we all raised our left hands, pointing out our rings. “You’re all married to one another?” Krystal asked in awe and we nodded. “Wow, such genuine love between so many partners…”
“You should see my own partners. Urta here is one, but she’s definitely too into her sister to not end up jumping between harems by this point.” Hunter rolled his eyes as he pulled Urta into a side-hug and she perked up before leaning into him with a smile. “That said...We’ll take our leave. You’re definitely going to corrupt these poor, innocent people and I wouldn’t be able to prevent it, so I’m just going to absolve myself of the responsibility.”
“Wise choice babe. Bring us some souvenirs?” Urta asked her husband as she nuzzled his bicep while looking up at the tall celestial cybertronian.
“I’ll pick out what’s eye-catching for each of you.” Hunter winked at her before his halo blinded us with a gray flash and he vanished along with Bryan, Vinnie and Selene.
“Okay, the betting pool’s open! Which one will come home with a new lover~! If more than one does, bonuses apply depending on how many lovers they bring home!” Urta declared and I immediately opened my digital wallet to bet on Bryan/Brennie, then I remembered Selene was his new gal by the looks of it, so I instead considered between Hunter and Vinnie...hm....
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“You sure about this, Sunset?” Falco asked his girlfriend uneasily. Upon seeing the ship that was coasting alongside the Great Fox , Sunset used a private call to his phone to warn him about not provoking anyone from the ship.
“I’m more than sure, Falco. We’re just lucky they didn’t decide to attack us right away. Thank gosh for Paragons.” Sunset hissed as they lined up to dock their Arwings within the Great Fox .
“Is this something to do with your life before you ended up in Lylat?” Falco asked his girlfriend while the docking arms clamped onto his ship and he relaxed for the rest of the process.
“Not really. I know of that ship, of the people who could be involved and their various dispositions, but I don’t know anyone from that ship personally. Just trust me that they are dangerous and are not from Lylat.” Sunset declared and Falco nodded even though she couldn’t see him. He’d learned years ago that if Sunset said something was serious, then it was serious.
“Got it. I’ll dial back my charming wit.” Falco sarcastically said with a smirk and his girlfriend snorted in amusement.
“Make sure you do, dork. If not, I’ll drag you to our room and remind you why you don’t cross me.” Sunset’s purr made his feathers fluff up. Although he didn’t particularly like Sunset’s domination fetish, he enjoyed it when she got rough with him.
“I don’t know...that sounds like a good reason to risk it.” Falco replied playfully as they finished docking and got out of their Arwings, putting their phones away in their respective pockets.
“Don’t or I’ll be using the cattle prod this time.” Sunset warned him and he shivered, his tail feathers twitching in anticipation and nervousness.
“You know that makes my feathers stand on end for hours. Fox wouldn’t shut up about it after last time.” Falco huffed as he walked in step with his lover.
“Good. You could do with some humility.” Sunset playfully replied as they got into the elevator and she pressed the button for the bridge level. “But seriously, Falco. I don’t want to have to drag you to the med bay or worse because you couldn't keep your beak shut.” Sunset said just as the elevator opened back up.
“Well, that’s a voice I have not heard in a while. Though I was sure My Sunset Shimmer was on Harlen dealing with a rogue element.” A sensual voice said as Falco and Sunset turned to see a gray and white fox standing before them in a black and white flight suit that put her massive basketball-sized K-cup breasts on display with how the suit hugged and supported them.
“Holy shit those boobs are huge!” Falco shouted in shock and Sunset grit her teeth with a wince at how Falco’s big beak just blurted that out.
“Hah! If you think this is big, you should see me when I’m not suppressing anything. My left nipple is the size of this ship’s bridge.” The vixen boasted impossibly with a boisterous laugh. “My name is Urta. You’ll be properly introduced to us all in a bit. I was just coming back from grabbing snacks from the fridge.” Urta held up the several bags of ration chips and four bottles of soda she had in her hands. Yowch, she must have incredible finger strength to be grasping all that at once.
“Yeah, sure. Just let me talk to my boyfriend real quick.” Sunset uneasily said as she hooked Falco’s arm, pressed it to her comparatively modest bust and dragged him back down the hall towards the small break room that had the vending machines she’d gotten her food from. “Holy fuck , Falco! You’re lucky that’s Urta and such comments are expected!”
“I thought you said you didn’t know anybody from that ship?” Falco asked in confusion and she paced about in a near-panic.
“I don’t ! She also isn’t supposed to be on that ship! You’re just lucky I’m a raging pervert or I wouldn’t even know who she is! Falco. Whatever happens, I am totally okay with you sleeping with other girls, okay?” Sunset said to him and he blinked at her bringing this up so suddenly.
“I thought that was part of our arrangement. You bang hot guys when I’m not in the mood, I bang hot girls when you’re not in the mood. Why insist on reminding me about it now?” Falco asked his lover worriedly as she laced his fingers with hers, his girl found the contact calming as she took deep breaths, so he knew she was really unsettled.
“Because Urta is from another universe, like I am. Her universe however is sex incarnate . Everything there revolves around sex. So if you get propositioned, it’s okay. If you want to have fun with them, it’s okay. I might also want to have a go since she has a massive horsecock.” Sunset bit her lip and Falco balked at the news that hyper-busty vixen had male bits too.
“Whoa...where was she hiding it then?” Falco asked in bemusement, because he saw a tight groin down there with a thigh gap despite her thicc thighs with no bulge in the crotch.
“We can ask later. Let’s go get familiar with them.” Sunset led him back towards the bridge and Falco was suddenly nervous. He’d best actually try to be on his best behavior.
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“I find this to be highly suspect.” General Pepper leered disdainfully across the holo-call while Oikonny paced, unable to restrain his nervous and frantic energy. “Why would the Aparoids return when they’ve had decades to follow up on their probing strike on Fortuna?”
“Why else? Let us wear each other down while they build themselves up to invade. As a token of my insistence on this being true; know that we have bases and assets on Fortuna and that they will be the first thing the Aparoids encounter if they approach from the same direction beyond the Lylat system.” Oikonny revealed and Pepper growled, the old bloodhound’s cheeks rippling with his snarl.
“Let me guess. You’ve abandoned all of your mechanical assets there and the fleet we see hanging just beyond the firing line of the Venomian Defense Fleet is all you can bring to muster?” General Pepper asked rhetorically and Oikonny shrugged.
“That’s for you to consider and what you call a ‘Defense Fleet’, I call a blockade keeping us from going home. Take your goons back to Corneria or Katina to protect your people while we take over and do the same here.” Oikonny said as he crossed his arms and Pepper snarled.
“You expect me to simply give up on keeping you and yours off Venom after 9 years of doing so since the Lylat Wars? I can’t do that. I swore to President Celestia and Vice-President Luna that I would never allow Andross’s minions to retake this world.” General Pepper declared and Oikonny sighed.
“I enact the Nightmare Contingency.” Oikonny declared and General Pepper’s eyes boggled.
“W-what?! You have no authority to do so! Even if you did, what claims do you-?!”
“Uncle Andross based a large amount of his bioweaponry off of the Aparoid sample he obtained while part of Beltino Toad’s research team assigned to examining the captured entity. That was when Uncle Andross began to change. I was too young back then to connect the dots, I had thought my Uncle was always a megalomaniacal omnidisciplinary scientist. In the end, my Uncle had gone insane and resorted to converting himself into a giant mechanical head and hands! Have you or have you not read the files Beltino’s team wrote on their findings?” Oikonny demanded of the General, who closed his eyes and took deep breaths.
“Then Andross was a result of Aparoid sabotage. They drove him so mad he even tried to resurrect himself with magic after he’d died. I still don’t see how this calls for the Nightmare Contingency.” General Pepper then gasped. “I see...I will allow you to have Venom, but if there is no attack soon, we will return with the entire Cornerian fleet to destroy you.”
“I would expect nothing less.” Oikonny replied before the call disconnected and he slumped into his flagship’s chair/pilot seat with a sigh of relief as the crew on his bridge cheered ecstatically. “Do not celebrate! Our work has only just begun! The instant the Cornerians are gone, move in!”
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“President Celestia.” Celestia blinked and looked up from her paperwork at Pepper, who was worrying his officer’s cap in his hands while he stood before her desk.
“Yes General? Is something the matter? I don’t believe we had any military business to tend to today.” Celestia checked her schedule to find that no; there was no meeting scheduled.
“Oikonny has retaken Venom, invoking the Nightmare Contingency.” Pepper’s words shocked Celestia so badly that she crushed her pen in her hand and sprayed ink all over her white hand and the papers on her desk. “Where is Vice-President Luna?”
“Sh-she’s at home with Dusk today. What is going on? What could cause that oaf to invoke something this serious?” Celestia asked as she banished the ink with her magic.
“He said the Aparoids were returning and cited that everything including and since the Lylat Wars were all a ploy to weaken us for invasion. Here is the recording of our conversation.” Pepper handed a data chit to her and she promptly plugged it into her desk to view it.
After watching it, she grit her teeth and took a calming breath as her wings stretched. “Recall all forces from non-critical positions and place them in defensive formation around Zoness, Katina and Corneria. We cannot possibly leave our people at risk.” Celestia then took off the medal pinned to her lapel that represented that she was the Commander In-Chief of all military and presented it to Pepper. “The Nightmare Contingency is in effect, Wartime President Pepper.”
“I really wish I didn’t have to do this again…” Pepper sighed as he accepted the medal in resignation and put his cap back on, his nervousness and unwillingness gone. In his place stood President Pepper, who led Corneria to victory 9 years ago through the Lylat Wars. “Wartime Secretary Celestia, you are to gather all data on the Aparoids, compile an actionable series of targets to defend in case they aren’t going to simply flood in from one direction.”
“Woo! This is going to be fun!” A crazed voice chuckled from the desk’s phone and Celestia blushed, but Pepper wasn’t going to berate her for chatting with her husband from work.
“Discord, take your antics to Fortuna. I would like the Aparoids to suffer conniptions in their logic centers if they do arrive there first.” This did after all save him the time of calling him.
“With pleasure! I wonder if Fortuna would be a good place to try my George of the Jungle impression…” Discord muttered before he hung up.
“Terribly sorry about that sir. We were trying to plan our evening, but with this I suppose rest is the last thing we’ll be getting.” Celestia sighed as she vacated his seat and Pepper took the chair, clutching the armrests spitefully. He hated this chair, regardless of it’s comfort.
“I’m afraid so Tia. I’m afraid so.” Pepper cracked his back and neck, then cleared the desk and began making calls.
Ch.122
“If it passed the Harkness Test, I would fuck it.” I declared lustily as I sat in the seat of an Arwing fighter while I was plugged into the system and integrating it’s designs into my knowledge.
“I, uh, wouldn’t go that far, but the Arwings we have here are custom models redesigned by me. The sheer firepower these beauties are boasting puts the production model to shame. It has the firepower of a gunship with superior mobility, all in the hands of a single person with an area footprint only slightly larger than the standard starfighter on the market. Only Star Wolf’s Wolfen can directly compete and those things are bulky in comparison since they don’t have my skill at miniaturization.” Slippy boasted with a puff of his chest as I assimilated his ship’s data.
“I would still like to get my hands on one for cross-reference. I’m guessing Wolfens use more interchangeable parts?” I asked in interest and Slippy deflated a good bit.
“Yeah...SD, er, Space Dynamics; the company that gave us the original four prototype Arwings to use and test in the Lylat Wars, keep insisting that they can’t use my designs because the level of precision my pieces need cannot be mass-produced. Meanwhile, MWF; the Macbeth Weapons Factory which worked with Andross during the Lylat Wars, had a much more readily available and bulkier G-Diffuser system. They were arrested and had their assets folded over to other similar companies, like Space Dynamics.” Slippy informed me and I pursed my lips.
“So they’re screwing you over by settling for less-efficient, but still-effective equipment?” I asked the genius engineer, who nodded forlornly. “Well, I can guarantee that won’t happen in my universe. We have such sophisticated production means that your works of art are easily reproducible. If we had the time, which we do, I’d even suggest to everyone that Yola and I help them develop a shipyard similar to, uh, what we have.” I felt a bit nervous letting anyone here know Yola and I are portable shipyards capable of building pretty much anything given material.
“Really? Could you demonstrate at all?” Slippy asked me with hope in his voice and I bit my lip before I held up my activated omni-tool. “I’ve seen you guys using those things, what is it?” Diversion detected! Abusing!
“This is an omni-tool. It is a hardlight projection generated by a cybernetic implant, so it can literally use both manual input as well as mental commands to do just about anything. Give a master engineer one of these and they can do almost magical things. I can give you one, but you’ll have to have it implanted.”
“We don’t have a surgeon and I doubt even if you guys have one that they would be able to work with my physiology.” Slippy said in disappointment and I nervously smiled.
“You’d, uh, be surprised.” I wasn’t going to mention to him that human children still dissected frogs in primary school and that was usually the beginning of most doctor’s interest in the field. “Our doctor; Karin Chakwas, is a talented woman with experience working on all kinds of different species.” Karin impressed me. Even though she accepted Cerberus’ job offer, she was part of a program for several months before that where she learned as much as she could about xenobiology to be a better doctor for non-human patients.
“Oh, well then I guess I could give it a try. I’ll have a talk with the others and your friends.” Slippy chirped as I climbed out of the Arwing.
“I think I could improve on this design.” Tali said from her little corner, drawing our attention. “No, no Jun. That wouldn’t...yes it would look ‘cool’, but it wouldn’t be functional. Jun, I get you want to be an artist, but you can’t forsake function for form when it comes to things such as ships.”
“Pardon, improve which part? I’m always looking for ways to surpass myself.” Slippy asked as he approached my quarian wife and I smiled at how quickly we’d integrated into Star Fox’s little family. It’d only been a week and EDI in humanoid form was on the Great Fox , leaving the ship to let anyone who wanted out to do so every morning and letting them in at that time too.
“The whole thing.” Tali told him, which made Slippy gape in shock. “Don’t get me wrong, Slippy, you have an incredible ship here, but you’re focusing too much on pulling out performance for the sake of performance. Yes, it is incredible, but it is so high-impact that a single failure anywhere will cause the entire thing to fall apart. You have no room for redundancies, no recovery systems, you don’t even have an ejector seat or other safety net for the pilot because they would get in the way of your power plant right under the seat. For example.”
“I-oh.” Slippy said with a downtrodden expression, at least before he noticed the concept art that Tali had expertly drawn out in graphic detail with just a pen. “What is that?”
“A Warp Drive, a theory Jun and I are working on. My son is more talented with the arts than the sciences, so he expresses his science with art.” Tali said as her hand moved fluidly, likely being controlled by Jun without her needing to do any input due to the nature of Tali’s biomechanical brain and her digital son inhabiting it.
“Why does the ship have a heart? And an organic shell? Is that a Neural interface?” Slippy asked in interest as he watched the detailed fluid diagrams and artistic cutaways reveal the whip that Jun was crafting, Slippy’s eyes widened and I blinked in bemusement at the situation.
“Uh? Jun, why are you making this ship a living thing?” Tali grumbled before she yelped when Slippy yanked the sheet of paper from her and looked it over.
“This! I remember seeing things like this before in my dad’s notes! A fusion of organics and machines to achieve something otherwise impossible given the space limitations imposed by either on their own. It was work like this that made Andross both a terrible and brilliant mad genius. I don’t have the means to provide an organic component, but if I...yes...and…” Slippy muttered to himself as he wandered off and I glared at my wife.
“What? Don’t blame me for Jun’s behavior! I don’t believe in being a strict disciplinarian.” Tali huffed and let Jun use her hands to sign me an insincere apology, which I rolled my optics at.
“Hopefully you didn’t just create the second-coming of Andross.”
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“This was a good idea.” Hunter relaxed in his lounge chair at the end of the pier, watching his fishing rod for any bites. Zoness was definitely a world of beauty. Everyone from around the Lylat System came here for the chance to relax, explore and have fun. It could even give Bryan’s resorts a run for their money, but his brother made them sights to behold in their own rights, even though Vinnie complained about the first one.
Although, one thing did persist: he and his sibling’s appearance attracted too much attention. While the populous left them alone, Hunter didn’t need to use his telepathic ability to hear what they thought of them at first glance. “Well, it can’t be helped.” Hunter sighed as he continued to wait for his catch of the day.
He was alone right now, Vinnie, Bryan and Selene were off on another island doing more physical activities like hiking or diving, but he just wanted to relax, get some fish-.
“Heya. Is this spot taken?” A woman’s voice asked and he skimmed her thoughts...huh. She didn’t specifically seek him out, the other piers are all just packed and she wanted a spot to fish that wasn’t overcrowded like the piers of LA or Miami. Of course, the moment she saw him more clearly she was rather flustered, but she was here to fish, not to ogle.
Gesturing that she could fish here, Hunter looked up to see the woman. She was a Siberian Husky, which meant she had the thick arctic fluff about her neck that Hunter and his siblings had gained since they became celestials. Other than that, she was rather average in body shape if athletic in tone judging by her well-fitting tank top and khaki shorts.
“Thanks. The other piers are packed.” She sighed in relief and set up her chair before she casually cast her rod, which already had bait attached. “So, your mom was a swan, huh?” She conversationally questioned with a gesture to his wings. Thankfully he could dim his halo to the point only special cameras could pick it up, otherwise he’d have been even more conspicuous. The fact only a minor spell hid his metal forearms and calves was also something to thank.
Not wanting to let her know he was telepathic, he shrugged noncommittally and she gave him a look of pity. What did she take from that? Oh. Deformed half-breeds tend to be abandoned by ashamed or otherwise heartless parents. She assumed his wings were vestigial since no known birds in the Lylat System had flight capability, not since they evolved into humanoid bipeds.
“I get ya. It would also explain why you were alone. Damn purist assholes.” She muttered angrily and cracked open her ice chest, holding up a bottle of beer. “Want one?”
He wasn’t going to say no to that. He also wasn’t going to clarify that while there were some jackasses too uncomfortable with his assumed mixed heritage to come near, there were many more who were intimidated by his intense features, strong yet athletic musculature, his size and then how excessively attractive he was to the majority of the women, who distanced themselves, figuring he was married. They were right, but he had his ring off for this trip.
“Ah~, refreshing.” She sighed after taking a few pulls of her own bottle. “So, what’s you’re name? I’m Juneau.” He gestured to his throat and pressed in on his thick neck floof to reveal the false scar of his formerly slashed vocal chords. Thank gosh for glamour magic. He still wasn’t comfortable speaking again. “That’s not an accidental injury. I just assumed you were the strong silent type. So, what’s your name? You got a text-to-speech tool or a notepad?”
Wow, she was resilient and persistent. A quick dive into her mind revealed a simple and kind young woman who was lonely and surprisingly lacking in friends despite her bold and outgoing nature. She’s actually native to northern Katina and was here simply because she had a paid-for ticket one of her few friends couldn’t go on despite initial plans. She preferred the mountains, snow, fast-flowing rivers and iced-over lakes.
She was cooking in this heat under her fur, but was hiding it well, trying to make the best of what so far has been a rather irritating getaway from her usual routine. “So, uh, are you gonna tell me?” Juneau asked nervously and he realized he’d been staring into her icy blue eyes for a while, the husky blushing and now wondering if he was interested in her in that way.
He wouldn’t deny it, she was cute and she had similar hobbies… “I’m Hunter.” He enjoyed how she yelped and silently snickered with amusement in his eyes.
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“Lord Oikonny! We’ve found the Anglar Mrs. Feell’s data warned us about!” One of the admirals of Oikonny’s fleet announced. “They’ve assembled a massive hidden army beneath the surface of Venom’s acidic oceans!”
“Damn. Too late to prevent it then. Do we still have it?” Oikonny asked his minions, who warily looked at each other, until one tentatively nodded. “Even if it isn’t fully operational, is the planetary laser functional?”
“The Gorgon’s laser is intact. It is actually the one piece fully functioning that we found floating in the debris fields of what was once the Venom Air Defence Zone. If we rig it to a ship, the ship hosting it might be overloaded by the power demands of the laser.”
“Not this one. My flagship, the Great Ape , is of my own design with three capital ship reactors to handle it’s ultimate form. Bring the Gorgon Cannon here, let’s get it installed ASAP so we can nip this threat to the system in the bud and secure Venom once and for all.” Oikonny commanded and his soldiers moved to obey. “Just in case…”
Oikonny left the bridge for his private room and made a private call he wasn’t very comfortable with. He wasn’t deterred when the other end hung up twice, but on the third one they gave up dodging him “What do you want?” The gruff voice on the other end demanded.
“I have need of your services, Wolf.”
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“Hello Star Fox. I wish this was a casual call, but I’m afraid the time has come for you to defend the Lylat System once again.” General Pepper declared the moment the line picked up. Fox and his team were assembled because Peppy said the General had scheduled for a mission brief and they’d already been paid because they have a long-standing agreement with the Cornerian military to accept their jobs.
“Let me guess; Oikonny? You guys have been keeping him on the ropes for years and I bet you’re tired of him.” Fox assumed as he gestured around at his team and family, who nodded in shared assumption.
“I wish. I’m afraid that our long-standing conflict with Oikonny is to be put on hold and the Nightmare Contingency is in effect.” General Pepper grimly intoned and Peppy gasped harshly.
“An invasion from beyond Lylat?! Is Oikonny even going to honor the contingency?” Peppy asked his old friend worriedly and Pepper huffed.
“He was the one to invoke it, not only declaring that the Aparoids are coming, but even going so far as to say that they corrupted Andross and drove him to madness to weaken us for invasion.” General Pepper snarled and everyone was shocked, especially since outside Slippy and Peppy, nobody even knew what an Aparoid was. “That said, for your first mission; I need to have trustworthy eyes on Fortuna. That was where they first appeared over 50 years ago and both my sources as well as Oikonny’s suggest that Fortuna may be the staging point of their invasion.”
“How can we trust Oikonny’s word? How do you know he isn’t lying to get back control of Venom while you’re chasing ghosts?” Fox asked warily and Pepper sighed out his nose.
“I’m afraid that Beltino’s censored and sealed data from the study of the Aparoid subject captured in their incursion so long ago reveals that Andross may well have been infected with the nanites the Aparoids use to convert other lifeforms and even machinery to their own ends. Andross wasn’t fully subsumed however, he possibly tried to cure himself and failed just enough that his mind was forever twisted. This does not absolve him of his crimes, but Andross was a victim too. That said, be careful Fox. The Aparoids are deceptive creatures.”
“Understood, General. Or is it President right now?” Fox asked and President Pepper glared at Fox in disapproval for pointing out his once-again unwanted position before the call ended. “Alright everyone, we’re on assignment to Fortuna. Make sure our guests know that we’re on a job and they don’t have to get involved if they don’t want to.”
“Pfft. Yeah, that’s not happening. My family and friends aren’t the sort to sit idly by.” Paretia, still an active member of Fox’s team, huffed and crossed her arms from where she was leaning against a wall, opposite Falco and Sunset’s place on the other side of the briefing room.
“Besides, I wasn’t involved in the incident, but I remember the casualty reports. A whole Cornerian Flotilla lost. Thousands dead. It was part of why initial plans to start colonizing Fortuna were abandoned. We didn’t know if the Aparoids were native to there, so all we’ve done the past five decades is poke and scan Fortuna remotely.” Peppy brought up uneasily, rubbing his thumb on his cane.
“So we’re in deep shit if Oikonny is actually on the up-and-up about this. We’d best bring our A-game.” Falco commented and everyone wordlessly agreed. “At least we’ll have some extra heavy fire support with EDI around.”
“Not to mention Nora, Yola and their battalion of transforming robot soldiers.” Sunset added on and Fox scratched his chin.
“I don’t think it’s very kosher to get them involved and not be able to pay them. Even with how generous the Cornerian government is with our contracts, I don’t think we’ll be able to make enough money go around to make it worthwhile.” Fox muttered and Paretia snorted.
“Don’t bother. Trying to pay them would almost be an insult. They do this kind of stuff practically pro-bono all the time back home. Sure, they get government paychecks and political clout to avoid red tape, but they aren’t rich beyond Nora and Yola, but that’s because of all the shit they’ve done and all the goods they’ve invented. That said, just relax. They’ll help so long as they get some action. They’re just as adventure seeking as I am.” Paretia asserted and Fox smiled at knowing his team wasn’t going to war on their own this time.
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“Lord Oikonny, the Gorgon Cannon is integrated into the Great Ape’s weapons systems!” One of Oikonny’s head engineers reported dutifully and Oikonny cracked his neck.
“Good work. I’ve finished ensuring the power connections are suitable for such a heavy load on the reactors.” Oikonny replied as he rubbed grease from his gloves onto his utility jumpsuit before shoving his hands into the suit’s pockets and then pulling his clean hands free, the gloves still in his suit pockets. “Gunners! Do we have a firing solution on the highest density of the Anglar?” Oikonny demanded when he returned to the bridge, not bothering to get out of his utility jumpsuit.
“Yes sir! We can fire when ready!” The Gunnery Chief reported and Oikonny nodded.
“Then prepare to fire the Gorgon Cannon! We don’t have the energy capacity of a mobile space station, but we can still get a few good shots before we’ll need to let the reactors replenish our energy reserves. Fire!” Oikonny ordered and then watched with trepidation as the bridge’s viewport was overtaken by the rainbow iridescence of the vaunted Gorgon hyper laser weapon, the most powerful creation to ever come from the Macbeth Weapons Factory.
That said, they had to wait several seconds for the blinding blast to die down to see the effect it had down on Venom. The ocean where they’d fired had suffered immense rapid evaporation over a massive stretch of ocean all the way down to the sea floor, where the earth was melted into lava moments before the ocean crashed in on the empty space, exploding again into steam when the cold water met super-heated stone.
“The Anglar are responding! Other pockets of dense population are mobilizing!” One of the soldiers on the sensor suit reported.
“Maintain our defensive perimeter! We will move to the next largest cluster of life readings in the ocean and repeat our bombardment! We cannot let my Uncle’s past mistakes doom our future!” Oikonny snarled and sat in his command/pilot chair as his sharp teeth grit at the very idea of the man he respected dooming everyone on accident . On purpose was one thing, but by accident ? His uncle would sooner kill himself than suffer the indignity were he still alive!
“They’ve launched fighters! Design patterns match old Lylat War Venomian Fighters!”
“A hidden planetary defense battery has emerged from the northern ocean!”
“Quick-response teams are mobilizing!”
“Drone fighters in the underground bases have just gone live!”
Oikonny knew it would come to this the moment he decided to heed Mrs. Feell’s warnings. Thankfully Star Wolf was on the way…
Ch.123
“So far it’s pretty peaceful.” Penny commented as she looked down on the beautiful and lush tropical planet that was essentially rainforest from pole to pole wherever there wasn’t a body of water. Fortuna was mostly land with only two major seas, the rest was all rainforest. It spat in the face of environmental science, at least what little Penny understood, but the fact is it was essentially a less-wet Illos. Instead of being swampy, it was a rainforest.
“You just had to jinx it, sis.” Urta snorted in wry amusement from next to her readily-accepted twin. “I’ll bet the enemy will show up any minute now.”
“Partly why I did that. I enjoy peace as much as anyone, but when I’m expecting action, hurrying to wait just irritates me.” Penny replied before she looked back at Krystal. “So, what do you think Krystal? What with you being magical and empathic on top of it.”
“I do sense impending danger. They’re coming, but I can’t tell when. It could be in a few moments, hours or tomorrow, but not longer than that.” Krystal replied as she looked from Fortuna back to the sisters. “I feel we have enough time to get some things off our chests.”
“These things don’t come off, Krystal, not without a lot of effort.” Urta groped her breasts through her hardsuit and winked at the younger vixen, who blushed and snorted in amusement.
“Not those , Urta, but I wanted to talk about your rather intense attraction to Fox.” Krystal gently broached the subject and the sisters nodded for her to continue. “I understand he is a handsome man, one I too fancy, but you two seemed ready to pounce the moment you saw him. Is that your personal prerogative or is it a social thing with your people?”
“Bit of column A, bit of column B. Would you also be surprised to hear that he was the first male fox my sister has ever seen?” Urta asked in return and Penny blushed hotly through her mocha fur as she growled at Urta for exposing that fact.
“No, considering my own people: the Cerinians, were annihilated by the vengeful revenant of Andross trying to resurrect himself using the planet’s magic. The same almost happened with Sauria here in the Lylat System, which is how I met Fox. Who is in fact the first male of a similar species as mine I’d met after all of that.” Krystal admitted in return with a shy smile. “He was rather dashing and I was fairly rude when he rescued me too. I thought that turned him away, but we’ve been getting closer the past year.”
“Woof. A year and you two haven’t even shared a room? Good gosh you people here are conservative. I’m shocked my very presence hasn’t driven the whole universe mad with breeding instincts.” Urta replied in shock and Krystal blinked in bemusement.
“What my sister is getting at is that she’s a living Goddess from our universe who embodies the Aspects of Fertility, War and Power. This universe must lack any actual gods or goddesses if it doesn’t even respond to Urta’s presence here.” Penny clarified and noted that indeed Urta’s raw aura seemed diminished or at least harder to notice in this universe. It was refreshing, actually.
“I do not know about other societies, but Cerinia had no gods. We had worshiped ancestor spirits much like Sauria does. Our magic is heavily tied to spiritualism and philosophical understanding of reality as it is, rather than what it might be. That said, you do give off an intense eroticism. All of you do.” Krystal informed the sisters, who hummed and nodded in intrigue at this universe being wholly unprepared yet also uncaring for divinity.
“So you mean even now, I’m not turning you on just by breathing in the same room?” Urta asked and Krystal laughed as her tail swished.
“I didn’t say that wasn’t the case! You two especially give off delicious pheromones and you already have this powerful sexuality to you as you examine everyone who could potentially go for a tumble. You have my permission to have fun with Fox, but don’t leave me out of it. It will be a big change in our relationship, going from close friends to intimate lovers, but I’m not getting any younger and Fox is rather attractive…” Krystal tittered and the sisters joined her.
“Well then, if you think there’s time, let’s go net us a hot man for the evening. Oh, you will be getting younger just by associating with us.” Penny said with a mischievous smirk. The milk given to the Great Fox to extend the ship’s larder was of course Nora’s own product, chock-full of generalized gene mods…
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“When you said Andrew had a serious job for us. I didn’t think you meant it was this serious.” Panther commented as the Star Wolf team composed of Wolf O’Donnell, Leon Powalski and Panther Caroso, with their recent addition Gilda Gascoigne, flew about the hectic space battle over Venom.
“Why do you think I had us deploy immediately instead of taking our time like we usually do, Panther? Andrew paid us up-front with a rather good deposit along with our usual fees. Besides, we were getting bored and the hatchling needed a battle to wet her beak.” Wolf calmly replied as he shot down several of the Venomian Drone Fighters that his IFF read were enemies.
“Thanks for the opportunity, Wolf! I’m glad I joined up if you guys get into shit this hectic at all!” Gilda commented as he witnessed her using her Wolfen to bait enemy seeker-missiles into colliding with a cluster of enemy drones. She had guts and talent, two things Wolf could appreciate in someone in this business.
“Don’t get cocky, little birdy. If you get hit too hard, pull back.” Leon, Gilda’s nominal instructor and the one who held her entry interview advised. He wasn’t one for attachment, but the cold-blooded killer likely had a vested interest in keeping their new teammate alive.
“I ain’t suicidal. Can’t enjoy your money if you’re dead, but if you don’t have fun getting it, then what was the point?” That there was the kind of thinking that caused Wolf to approve her after she passed Leon’s appraisal. Guts, glory and knowing when you’re beat are the three things that made Wolf so successful for so long. It was that third thing that caused him to oust Andrew from Star Wolf. The simian didn’t know when to give up a lost cause.
Then again… “Wolf! I need your team to pull out of there and keep the Anglars off of the Great Ape! If I can’t disable those anti-ship batteries in the north sea, then Venom will fall to these blasted fish-mutants and I’ll never be able to face my uncle in the afterlife!” Andrew screeched over the comms, the snow monkey’s voice as high-pitched and grating as ever, but it was enhanced by his mouth-frothing furious snarl that reminded him why he even let Andrew on the team. He may be a fool, but when his passion was running high, he had guts .
“We’re on the way. Team! We need to escort the Great Ape into position over the North Venom Sea so it can wipe out the enemy’s defenses!” Wolf was glad he gave in and heard Andrew out now. This was a good fight!
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“I didn’t know that.” Juneau declared happily with a wagging tail as Hunter explained one of his tricks for making bait smell more strongly for crustaceans faster. What most people don’t know is that bottom-feeders like crabs and whatnot actually like rotten food. The more pungent it is, the more you’ll attract to your nets and cages. Thus, steeping meat in a bucket of viscera in a warm place to speed along bacterial decomposition made incredible crab bait.
“My mom showed me that when I was young with an old turkey neck from thanksgiving. We caught a whole bucket of crabs with just that one neck.” Hunter said to the husky woman as he tossed another crab into his bucket. The past few days with Juneau were fun and relaxing. Every day he came out to this pier, every day she came and joined him. They chatted, caught fish and crabs, cooked them and ate them for dinner, then bid each other farewell.
“Hey, Hunter!” Turning around, he was surprised to see Vinnie, Bryan and Selene coming their way. That wasn’t what surprised him, it was their tag-alongs. A springy-looking, athletic rabbit buck with creamy colored fur and icy blue eyes. A female arctic fox of pure white fur aside from her black ear tips, muzzle, hands and paws. Finally, a male parrot of red, blue and yellow coloration. “We’re gonna play some beach volleyball, are you and your friend up for it?”
“Whoa! Hunter, you never told me you were here with family.” Juneau said with surprise, but Hunter was more surprised that she could tell they were his siblings. Oh, wait, wings and fluffy necks , right. Heh, they actually have physical traits shared between them now.
“Yes, they-.” Hunter looked up at the sky. It started a couple of days ago, a feeling of unease gnawing at him. He would look up at the sky and sense he wasn’t imagining things. There’s war brewing, eventually it will break out. Either way, he didn’t want that getting in the way. He was there to relax and hang out with Juneau. He’ll get around to planning later.
“What’s wrong?” Juneau asked him curiously, having gotten used to ‘hearing’ his thoughts to the point that she could understand his ‘tone’.
“Something has appeared over Zoness. A fleet.” Hunter answered as he looked up to the sky. “Is it normal for a military fleet to visit?”
“Um...no. I don’t think so. My brother’s in the Cornerian military and he can’t shut up about it. Zoness is on the usual patrol routes, but a whole fleet? No, something might be coming then.” Juneau frowned worriedly as she joined him in looking up at the sky. Then she looked down and yelped before tugging on the line to the crab net and Hunter rasped in shared shock as he helped her haul up the net full of crabs.
“Whoa! Forget volleyball! Let’s have a crab party!” The parrot declared and the others helped haul up the catch, just as eager as Juneau and Hunter to eat the tasty sea-bugs.
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“Is it supposed to be tingly?” Slippy asked Doctor Chakwas after the operation to implant what Penny’s people called an ‘omni-tool’ in his arm. Fox was watching the whole procedure with near brotherly concern along with it being his duty as Slippy’s team leader to ensure nothing untoward occurred. They may trust Penny and her people, but they still had to practice at least some wariness.
“It will tingle for a while, yes. Don’t scratch at it or put odd amounts of pressure on it for several hours. By then the medi-gel will have finished melding the implant into your arm and nervous system. Be sure to read the user manual.” The stern-looking human woman ordered the engineer, who nodded and put his recently-implanted arm in the offered sling, which was to discourage scratching and take any pressure off of the arm. “Now then, would you like one too Mr. McCloud? I’ve been cleared to provide our full range of services to any of your team.”
“No thank you. As useful as that thing sounds, I have no real use for it.” Fox figured it sounded like a tool specifically for engineers and Fox was about as useful with fixing machinery as he was with resisting a challenge. That said: useless.
“You don’t even play games, make checklists, speak to people who speak in a different language?” The doctor questioned rhetorically and he blinked.
“It can do things like that? It isn’t just a tool for fixing things?” Fox was sceptical. He knew better than to believe something was so miraculous, so this seemed too good to be true.
“It’s a tool for anything . It’s an omni -tool. You don’t need to be an engineer or other tech specialist to benefit from one. They’re ubiquitous and part of everyday life for citizens in our home galaxy.” Doctor Chakwas stated and Fox hummed in consideration.
“Well...not right now but-yip !” Fox barked in shock when strong feminine hands grabbed both of his ass cheeks, his tail and his shoulders in three pairs of said hands. Before he could question his situation, he was hoisted into the air and carried off by a trio of excited giggling vixens.
“Uh...what was that?” Slippy warily asked the doctor, who sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose.
“That, young Slippy Toad, was the sight of a male vulpine about to get his nuts busted several times over by a trio of lusty vixens.” The doctor informed the amphibian, who squeaked in innocent shock.
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“Hm…” Peppy looked at the delicious milk he’d been drinking with his coffee in place of creamer since it was much sweeter somehow. “Hmm…” He then looked down at himself, his rotundness had slimmed down the past week and his joints weren’t constantly aching. “Hmmm…” He then eyed his cane, which he carried out of habit, but he hadn’t used it in days . “...Meh.” He poured himself more of the tasty milk and mixed it with his coffee.
“How’s it goin’ gramps? You’re lookin’ good lately.” Falco complimented as he grabbed a ration bar from the cupboard. Peppy hadn’t missed that the tall and fit pheasant had been bulking up rather notably and his caloric intake had increased just as much as Peppy’s had.
“I believe our guests have given us magic or medical milk. We’re all getting healthier as the days go bye and we consume this sweet stuff.” Peppy said before he sipped his coffee.
“No foolin’? That must be why Sunset’s tits have gotten fuckin’ huge . Well, even more huge.” Falco said between bites of his ration bar. “She’s all annoyed with ‘em, but her muscles have been gettin’ boosted too, so they’re just more there rather than in the way. So long as they don’t reach her lap when she’s flyin’, I don’t think it’s a problem.”
“Well I-.” They paused when Fox, stammering and meekly protesting, was carried past them by a trio of amorous vixens. “Well now. It’s about time that boy finally became a proper man. It’s one thing to be absorbed in your chosen vocation, it’s another to deny your instincts.”
“Fuckin’ finally . Maybe he will lighten up and actually be able to talk about gals.” Falco sniffed before EDI in her little astromech form, rolled into the cafeteria. “Sup tin can. Why’re you rollin’ around in that form?”
“I happen to like this form. Being humanoid is nice and all, but if I’m not doing something that needs hands or two legs, then I’m good being like this.” EDI said to the red-masked blue bird as she reached the drink dispenser and a small tube extended from her cylindrical chassis to plug into the input. “I’m topping off your milk reserves with the updated formula mom’s been making.”
“You mean the medicine in it right? Thanks, I wish you’d have been up front about it though.” Peppy said before he downed the rest of his coffee and licked his lips, especially his longer buck teeth. Hm, he’ll need to gnaw them down if the medicine is causing his teeth to grow faster.
“Yep. My mom and mother’s own formula. It rejuvenates the body and mind, fixes health and genetic defects, as well as improves the immune system without sabotaging surgical and cybernetic compatibility. You may have also noted your age regressing. That’s a more extreme feature that only works when you feed your body enough calories to work the changes with.” EDI informed the two Star Fox members.
“Well gramps, I guess in this case all them carrot cakes you eat are helpin’ you out.” Falco chuckled and Peppy glared at the young bird.
“Sonny, at the rate things are going, you might need to get ready to put up or shut up, because I won’t have to sit around and take your bullshit.” Peppy stated with intent.
“I’m looking forward to it, gramps .” Falco smirked and made gun-hands at EDI before he left.
“Does he flirt with any female? I’m a trash can with wheels right now.” EDI asked in amusement and Peppy poured himself a straight mug of milk. “I mean, I pass the Harkness Test, but really?”
“Considering how hopeless he was before meeting Sunset, yes, yes he does.” Peppy chuckled and then began chugging the miracle milk.
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“Oof! C-can we t-talk about this?!” Fox fearfully asked after getting tossed onto his bed and the trio of sexy vixens began practically tearing his clothes off.
“What is there to talk about, Fox? I want us to be more than friends and we’ve spent a year in close proximity already. I want you , inside of me .” Krystal declared saucily and Fox groaned as he clutched at his trousers and panted, his cock instantly hard at hearing Krystal say that. “Oh Fox~. You’re painfully hard just from hearing me say that?”
“He’s got it bad for you, girl.” Urta tittered as she undid Fox’s belt and button, which then had the zipper spring down when Fox’s knotted ten-inch breeding rocket sprang to attention. “Ooh~. He’s nice and thick without being too big for most females.”
“I dunno, he could be bigger~...” Penny shared a naughty glance with her sister, then looked up at Krystal who was drooling at the sight of Fox’s maleness. “Hm, after we get her on this red rocket ride.”
“W-wait!” Fox squeaked while the twins pulled his pants down and he feebly tried in vain to cover his throbbing knotted spike of a dick. “I-I don’t want to get any of you pregnant. I have condoms in the nightstand.” Fox said before being reduced to a groaning and panting mess when the sisters got to licking his dick and sucking on his apple-sized nuts.
“Right, hold on.” Krystal stripped down and licked her lips as she went to Fox’s nightstand and retrieved a condom. “...Expired a few years ago…” Krystal mewled in disappointment with her ears folding back against her skull.
“Aw, such a shame. Thank gosh we have our own stash.” Urta purred and reached into her cleavage after unzipping her suit to produce a purple prophylactic. “Mind if we do the honors or do you want to?”
“I’ll be the one applying my mate’s condom, thank you.” Krystal accepted the wrapped rubber and Fox gazed up at her with his green eyes glazed with lust and need. “Don’t worry, Fox. Relief is coming.” Krystal cooed before she bit open the wrapper and pulled out the purple rubber. She stretched it down his length and he whimpered when it stopped at his knot. “It’s not as incredible when it’s sheathed…”
“When you’re ready to have kits, it’ll look even better without anything hiding it or hiding these .” Penny cooed as she cupped Fox’s balls, which were fairly big for someone who hadn’t been drinking much of the milk Nora and Yola donated to the Great Fox .
“You’re up, Krystal. Remember, if it’s your first time like it is for him, take it even slower.” Urta gently warned and Krystal clambered atop Fox, straddling him and grinding his rubber-covered cock against her flushed and wet vulva.
“Oh~ Fox. I want you inside me. I want to feel every centimeter of you. I know you’re a virgin, so take me at your own pace.” Krystal said while she looked down at her chosen mate and Fox gulped as he put his hands on her hips before he gently moved his own hips. “Mm~. Yes. Keep going.” Krystal panted as Fox slowly entered her and he groaned with each inch buried within Krystal’s depths.
“S-so hot. You’re so hot inside, Krystal.” Fox panted and pulled her down on him, pressing her vulva to his knot. “Hnng~! I-I can’t get the rest in, so-ah!” Fox gasped as Krystal began gyrating atop him and she had her tongue flopped out to the side.
“Don’t worry Fox. We’ll get it in. Together.” Krystal said before she began to bounce.
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“George ! George! George of the Jungle, strong as he can be! Ah~! Watch out for that tree! Watch out for that-!” *BANG* Discord slammed directly into a giant tree in the Fortuna Rainforest.
“OO! Tree~!” Several smaller Discords in pithy tan explorer outfits hissed in chorus.
“Really?” A wolf asked as she approached the tiny Discords, her gear covering her whole body with goggles reflecting the chaos spirit’s image back at him, her voice garbled by the gas mask over her muzzle. “You’re quoting that movie? Is it not better to track our enemies?”
“Oh please, this is fun.” Discord huffed as he tossed a log and a local variety of elephant-like pink creature Discord thusly dubbed Shep burst from the trees, barking like a dog as he chased it.
“I still don’t understand how you brought me here.” The technological tracker growled as she looked at her tacpad, reviewing the data of the automated Venomian drones and turret emplacements she’d tracked down across the northern hemisphere of Fortuna with Discord’s help, then hacked to prepare them to help intercept the Aparoids, whenever they come.
“I wanted a hunting dog.” Discord chuckled before a primitive ape-like creature with compound eyes and a third jaw swung down on a vine and hooted at Discord. “No Ape, you and your friends and family are just fine lying low. When the invaders come, just hide.” Discord said with incredible severity before he looked to the sky. “Do it now. Get them to safety. They’ve come.”
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“Aaaand...there!” I chirped in triumph as I sealed the access panel on the underside of the last of the Arwings. “I’ve updated each one with a hybrid of our Mass Effect tech with your G-Diffuser tech.”
While similar, G-Diffusion doesn’t even use Eezo! It’ll be even cheaper to produce than the non-Eezo environmental generators the Empire had before arriving in the Milky Way and with this new advancement, all sorts of possibilities will emerge! Especially since G-Diffusion could replace Mass Effect for artificial gravity and inertia elimination, leaving propulsion entirely to Mass Effect and drastically increasing-!
“Thanks for the help, Nora, Yola. With the projections we’ve simulated, this should both increase the shielding power of the Arwings and also further enhance their flight and maneuverability. I just wish I had more time to take Tali’s advice and start making these beauties more mechanically accessible.” Slippy sighed in a mixture of satisfaction of a job well-done and disappointment at not being able to do more. The short toad had surprisingly displayed little change to imbibing our miracle milk. At least he wasn’t so chubby now, just stout.
“Just work on one at a time. I’m sure you could even get away with just converting one of them for Space Dynamics to approve the design for production and pay you royalties like crazy.” Yola suggested to the short amphibian, who even after over a week of regularly drinking our milk, only came up to the bottom of our busts, which meant Slippy barely broke five feet.
“Hm, alright. I just don’t like being the only one besides you two who can maintain these ships. Mister Adams was almost apocalyptically furious when he realized with how unique I made them, that only I or someone who has had extensive experience with them could even troubleshoot something.” Slippy’s rather unfortunately abrasive relationship with CE Adams was due entirely to the brilliant little green guy ‘creating beautiful, untouchable abominations’ in a military setting where things are supposed to be standardized when possible for ease of maintenance.
He didn’t react this harshly when I created the Nomad, but that was because it was a prototype , these Arwings are far from prototypes. “Well, at least you-.” The ship suddenly began blaring an alarm klaxon and a red light flashed overhead.
“Warning! Warning! Aparoid detected! Aparoid detected!” ROB announced over the intercom and Slippy yelped before he scrambled to the hangar control console. He quickly selected specific Arwings in the storage gantries to place in the launch catapults.
“We’ll be heading out, okay Slippy? We’re the heavy combat support.” Yola informed him before sharing a nod with me and we shrunk down before transforming into our cuttleship alts-.
“W-wait! You need your pilots!” Slippy squeaked and I paused in midair next to my sister, blinking my cycloptic eye at him. “You can’t fight without a pilot or you’ll be considered a drone ship, which isn’t considered a priority by Cornerian military for preservation. They may not be here right now, but you shouldn’t give the government any precedence to declaring you as disposable assets.”
“What? Really?” We both asked in disappointment. It seems this universe doesn’t view synthetics in any form of equality. It’s likely Team Star Fox is a special case of open-minded individuals able to accept that they were people too at face value. Then again they live with a robot who is essentially their nanny. They probably consider him family despite him having no more emotions or self-thought than a toaster.
“Yes, so please wait until Penny and Urta are here to fly you.” Slippy said, essentially letting us know that the others were already aware of the situation involving ships needing pilots for legal reasons. Oh well, at least since they’re slimes we won’t have to size up for them to get inside of us. Yola and I shared shudders of anticipation at feeling so much goo sliding into us...
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“Hunter...am I getting fat?” Hunter did a spit-take to the side, his beer spraying over the pier at Juneau’s random and rather touchy question. He wasn’t paying attention to her body, because he was trying not to fall into a relationship with someone when he’s on a vacation, but with all the gorging on fish, shellfish, restaurant fare...Juneau was a bit heavier in the chest, butt and thighs than he remembered.
“Uh...that’s not a question you ask a friend of the opposite gender.” Hunter deflected and she sighed with her ears wilting back on her head.
“So I have gained weight. I was ignoring my clothes getting tighter because I didn’t think seafood was as fattening as red meat. Guess I’m the fool there.” Juneau pouted as she pulled on the front of her tank top, that was hugging her F-cup breasts tightly and also drawing his attention lower to her slight paunch of a stomach. “Guess I better cut back on fishing and crabbing with you if pigging out on them is making me gain so much weight so fast.”
“Oh, okay.” Hunter’s ears fell flat that he might not see her that much often. Then he had an idea that perked his ears. “Say, why don’t we go swimming, surfing, diving or other active things? There’s more to this place than fishing and feasting.”
“That sounds like what I usually get up to, this was supposed to be a vacation. It isn’t much of one if you just go back to what you usually do.” Juneau pouted and poked her stomach angrily. “I wish there was a quick way to get rid of this so I could just hang out with you.”
“But we’ll still be hanging out, just under different scenarios.” Hunter reasoned with her.
“I know...but we’ll have to go to one of the less-developed islands to do that. Hiking, climbing, surfing and all that isn’t the point of this resort. I don’t know about you, but my travel ticket was to this island only.” Juneau sighed in resignation, but Hunter wasn’t going to give up on spending time with her.
“Well then, go pack your bags. I’ll meet you outside your room in an hour.” Hunter stated and Juneau blinked up at him as he got up and left the pier.
“Uh...I never told you where I was staying.” Juneau said as she hurriedly ran up to him.
“At the Fresh Pheasant Hotel and Casino, room 626 on the sixth floor. I’m telepathic, June.” Juneau blushed at forgetting his abilities, having casually accepted he was able to speak into her mind and didn’t consider he could read her thoughts. He blushed too when her thoughts took a right turn into a ditch and she imagined him controlling her, having his naughty way-. “June, I don’t do those sorts of things.”
“Eep ! D-don’t look at that!” Juneau flushed so hotly her white fur on her face turned tomato red.
“Y-You were the one you thought of it!” Hunter countered as he, too, blushed deeply.
“Of course I did! You’re ho-uh, fuck...I just ruined it…” Juneau wilted and whimpered with tears in her eyes, thoughts that she just ruined their friendship with her attraction to him filling her mind and Hunter frantically waved his hands.
“No you didn’t. I don’t hate you, June. Banish the thoughts and doubts.” Hunter assured her, bringing her close and wiped the tears away. “So, you were developing some feelings for me?”
“Hunter, you’re handsome, sexy, you actually have a brain and treat me with respect. Do you know how hard it is to find a guy who can think with more than his dick in northern Katina? Or even one who isn’t a current or ex-military jarhead who doesn’t have anything more interesting than they know how to shoot a gun or fly a fighter? You’re mysterious, complex and you’re exotic.” Juneau proclaimed, each point making Hunter’s humble ego strain against the tight lid he kept on it.
“I…” He couldn’t really think of something to say, but he hugged her tightly against his chest, even enfolding his wings around her. This ceased when several people hooted and hollered at them and they both flushed hotly before they joined hands and fled from the cat-calling onlookers in embarrassment. “Good thing the others weren’t here, but I’m guessing the bunny, fox and parrot have a thing for them as well.”
They ended up in front of the Fresh Pheasant and Juneau bit her lip, looking up into his eyes. His heart pounding, Hunter gulped and nodded, letting her guide him inside past security, upstairs to her room and then they were in her rented hotel room. “S-so...how are we getting out of this overcrowded city to go on an adventure?” Juneau nervously asked and Hunter felt a mixture of relief and disappointment that this wasn’t heading where he thought it was. So much for her being the one with her head in the gutter.
“These big wings of mine aren’t vestigial. I can fly us there. I’ll have to carry you, but otherwise it’s no problem.” Hunter informed her and she had a sudden fantasy of being carried like a princess and looking down at the world from his arms as the wind buffeted them. Hunter smiled at the rather achievable and soon-to-happen scene as she quickly went about packing her bag.
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It was over. “Read me the butcher’s bill.” Oikonny requested tiredly, bags under his eyes at having not slept a wink in days, unwilling to leave the command/pilot chair of the Great Ape since what he would call henceforth the Anglar Uprising began.
“Lord Oikonny, we’ve lost nearly half the fleet. 2 dreadnoughts, 5 battle cruisers, 15 frigates, 27 gunships, 15,000 give or take drone fighters. 3,125 souls confirmed dead, another 796 wounded.” Grimly intoned one of the bridge commanders and Oikonny seethed. “We would have lost so much more if not for Star Wolf’s aid, those losses might even have included us.”
“...Everyone. Set the drones to search and rescue, tend to our wounded and rest. Venom is ours , but with great cost. After we’ve cleaned up, we’re heading down to begin rebuilding.” Oikonny announced and his crew promptly began arranging for the drones to do their jobs. With that, he stood from his seat, wobbled on his legs and then trudged out of the bridge.
“You look like shit andrew.” Wolf O’Donnell commented and Oikonny glared at the wizened middle-aged wolf who was leaning against the wall just outside of the bridge.
“You don’t look so good yourself, Wolf.” Oikonny snarled and continued on his journey to his much-desired bed. “You can take your pick of the spoils of war, feel free to bring your goons to loot to your heart’s content.”
“That’s not why I’m here andrew.” Wolf said, causing Oikonny to look at the space pirate mercenary warily. “You just achieved what everyone thought impossible. You’ve seized Venom back from Cornerian control while also putting down a threat to the system’s safety and prosperity. You’ve proven you’re not just some pretender with an over-inflated ego.”
“Gee, thanks.” Oikonny snarled, wondering if Wolf was going to get to the point. It wasn’t like him to beat around the bush like this.
“I’m going to ask if I could move Sargasso here and use Venom as a new staging area considering it’s closer to Lylat and thus it’s faster going anywhere in the system from here.” Wolf brought up and Oikonny blinked at the request of what was essentially an offer of alliance between Venom and the Star Wolf Pirates.
“I would be a fool to say no to that, Wolf. Having something resembling a proper defense force with us so diminished will make keeping Venom much easier. Why put yourself at risk though? You won’t have so much to gain with putting your assets in the line of fire.” Oikonny didn’t want fair-weather friends in such a dangerous scenario. He wanted to be sure Wolf’s crew wouldn’t just flee with their tails between their legs when things got difficult.
“Andrew, there’s enough scrap around here to work with that I couldn’t keep my junkers off them if I tried. There’s a lot of money to be had in reclaimed parts and materials. So long as we get first dibs on the scrap of Area 6, I’m sure my crew won’t be eager to ignore their new income resources.” Wolf insisted and Oikonny hummed in consideration, which was interrupted by a wooden clattering as a mask of a feminine wolf with the same scars and cybernetics as Wolf appeared as if from nowhere to fall to the floor.
“Um...I wasn’t aware you were vain, Wolf.” Oikonny commented and Wolf grunted in disgust at the idea before he picked it up and blinked his organic eye at it in shock.
“Well...I have something to show the others. I’ll assume you’re alright with my crew moving base?” Wolf asked and Oikonny blinked before he nodded tiredly. “Glad to do business with you andrew. Just don’t fuck it up like those prissy presidents did with their authoritarian bullshit.”
“Unlike Uncle Andross, I plan on the Venomian Empire to actually provide the freedoms that Corneria espouses. That said, just don’t go assaulting defenseless people and we’ll be fine with each other.” Oikonny warned the old pirate, who snorted.
“If they can’t fight back, there’s no point to it.” Wolf smirked cruelly and with that, Oikonny was left to his devices, so he staggered to his room and flopped face-first into bed.
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“Finally! What took you?!” I yelped as Penny poured into me and I willfully fought off the debilitating spasms of the light orgasms she was causing me by sliding up through every nook and cranny in my opening to enter me since I was still barely bigger than a person, same for Yola, in order to have enough space for the others to get into their Arwings. I watched Yola suffering a similar situation with Urta entering her and I was incredibly turned on by all this.
“Sorry! I was having a lengthy conversation with Krystal and Urta about how to best bring out the most pleasure during sex in Krystal’s room, which is on the opposite end of the Great Fox from the hangar.” Penny apologized as she reformed at a to-scale size within me thanks to the spatial distortion my insides have compared to the outsides.
“Unf! W-whatever, just get in my pilot seat and let’s go!” I huffed before I entered the gleeful state of having someone piloting me and Penny flew me out into space before I grew to my full size, easily dwarfing the Great Fox with my navy blue cuttleship chassis, Yola shortly doing the same with her own maroon red cuttleship form.
I coulds see various laser flashes down on the northern hemisphere of Fortuna, as well in the orbit above it. I zoomed my sensors in and witnessed the moth-like Aparoids harassing the Star Fox team. Thanks to the foreknowledge we provided, they were able to easily handle individual Aparoids, but the sheer numbers of the massive mechanical moth monstrosities made managing matters much more difficult than a single ‘boss’ enemy.
“Are you ready to put some moths to flame?” Urta asked over our comms and I joined Yola in cheering in the affirmative moments before the EDI appeared behind us and she along with the Great Fox moved to flank us in formation to join Team Star Fox in the battle. “Let’s blast their outer formation to draw attention away from our fighters.”
“You got it!” I chirped and began charging my laser cannon as I calculated a path to sweep the beam through. Once I felt I had a good enough targeting vector, I fired my cannon with its distinctive *Bweem~!* noise that I could only hear because it was attached to me. I swept it through the outside layer of the cloud of Aparoids away from Star Fox and Fortuna. It was so satisfying to see the blast melt through enemies and Yola’s own red beam to follow suit.
“Wow, that’s awesome! I didn’t expect your boasting to be underplaying how powerful your main weapons are!” Sunset Shimmer gushed in excitement and I felt pride swell in my Spark. The best thing is, despite how powerful our lasers are, they also have a limited range. The light diffuses over distance and gets weaker unlike projectile weapons which only get deadlier. I say this is great because the trade-off of distance for hit-scan within that range to overwhelming power that will only get stronger if it misses is well worth it.
“Those blasts were easily as powerful as the Gorgon Cannon back in the Lylat Wars!” Peppy exclaimed from the Great Fox in shock and awe.
“It’s great that you have that firepower, but you’ve just drawn the majority of them your way!” Fox pointed out and I felt a bit sheepish at the cloud of enemies moving to intercept us. “Arwing team; we’ll be more useful on the ground. Heavy fire support; have at them, retreat if you get swarmed.” Fox ordered before he led his team of six Arwings down towards Fortuna to aid the automated defenses in fending off the Aparoids.
“I am so glad Garrus is on my guns right now. Firing!” EDI announced as her own, smaller laser cannon and her twin railguns joined in along with the Great Fox’s twin laser cannons, firing into the oncoming swarm while Yola and I prepared to sweep our beams through them.
Even with us cutting through the swarm with our lasers, the cloud of alien bug-robot-parasites reached us fairly quickly. Penny weaved me through a cluster and my main cannon melted more Aparoids while I used my tentacles to grapple and crush those that got too close.
This was unlike any other time I’d been in combat. Before, I could default to a cold and tactical mindset, become a precision killing machine. This time I was mostly guided by Penny, who channeled raw fury through me to the point I felt her wrath as my own.
I took dents, I retaliated with crushing force. I had my hull super-heated with vibrating force from their pulse blasts, I melted them with my laser. I gave far more than I got, but the Great Fox and EDI had to pull away at speed far too soon for comfort, leaving Yola and I stuck in the midst of moths until they could turn back around and begin bombarding our assailants.
“G-guh! Ah!” I screamed in pain when one of the Aparoid’s latched onto my underbelly and fucking bit me ! “It burns! It burns~!” I screamed and in a panic did a short burst M.E.H jump away from Fortuna, shuddering and curling in on myself as the pain spread.
“Nora! Oh Gods, Nora! What can I do?!” Penny pleaded to someone as I began to fade to the familiar pain. “R-right. Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?” That hasn’t worked in a while...oo~, shiny bugs crawling all inside me… “How about this? Knowledge is my domain, those who have minds are my wards.”
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“Yeah!” Juneau cheered as Hunter flew her over the sea to the next island, one where hiking, rock climbing, surfing, diving, all sorts of active things were the norm.
“Enjoying yourself?” Hunter asked with a knowing smirk.
“Yeah I am!” Juneau cheered and pumped the fist that wasn’t occupied being hooked around Hunter’s neck in the princess carry he was holding her in. “Holy geez, Hunter! My brother and all his flight-jockey buddies go on and on about how great it is to fly their fighters, but I think you’ve got them beat! Flying by your own power must be awesome!”
“I agree. I haven’t even had these wings for long. I’m doing this out of instinct.” Hunter admitted as he too enjoyed the flight. It was one thing to do it in Heaven, where the architecture requires you to fly, but it was quite another in a less specialized setting to just take to the air and fly.
“I still find it hard to accept that you’re from another galaxy, let alone another universe. Then again, you are totally ‘out of this universe’ cool.” Juneau said and Hunter snorted into her chest, causing her to squeak and laugh at realizing he was trying not to lose it.
“That was so horribly 90s that I need to ask you for your cool card.” Hunter snarked as he gathered himself enough that he wasn’t spasming in the ribcage and affecting his flight muscles.
“Hah! Joke’s on you! I turned that in when I became a mountie!” Juneau joked and Hunter immediately imagined her in the bright red uniform and the broad hat with her on a mechanical horse-robot all-terrain thing like what similar troops used in the Empire for patrolling difficult terrain in under-developed regions where repulsorlift vehicles were actually a liability.
“You’re a federal police officer who patrols neglected or remote land?” Hunter asked for clarification, since he was restricting himself from looking into her head after Juneau had a few unbidden erotic fantasies. Sure, a couple were more silly romantic daydreams, but he felt distinctly uncomfortable intruding on what were clearly private thoughts.
“The fact you got it right just makes you even cooler!” Juneau proclaimed and Hunter smirked.
“So I’m guessing the military runs in your family.” Hunter commented as he spotted the island and corrected his course a bit to be heading straight for it.
“I’m a citizen of Katina, which is essentially Corneria’s bosom-buddy sister planet. If you’re born on either planet, the likelihood is that your family is military in some aspect. Entry level military training is part of the public high-school education curriculum.” Juneau casually informed him that Corneria was essentially Space Israel or Italy without even blinking.
“The absolute fuck?! That’s sick! Optional is okay, the JROTC is just fine, but every citizen is forced to undergo military training?” That just screams of a military dictatorship with brainwashing, patriotic indoctrination, the whole nine yards.
“Hello~!” They turned to see Vinnie and the others flying by them, their new companions included. Vinnie carried the bunny, Deltio, who was enjoying the ride. Bryan carried the arctic fox, Elfia, who was completely mesmerised by the scenery. Selene carried the buff parrot, Heroki, who fidgeted sometimes yet tried to enjoy the flight.
“Oh! Hey guys! How are you doing?” Juneau greeted them as they flew together.
“Just grand. Couldn’t help but hear your conversation about this compulsory military service thing.” Bryan answered Juneau, who had become accustomed to his personality since he was learning to be more civil.
“Yeah? The fact Hunter finds this shocking means you’re either from a colony or you’re telling the truth about being from another universe.” Juneau snorted in wry amusement.
“Well June, we are. I’m not joking. We promote the military in our universe, at least in our government, but we don’t make it mandatory.” If you wanted good soldiers, you only accepted willing applicants. Forced soldiers who aren’t brainless jarheads tend to be unhappy at best and outright disgruntled at worst. Needless to say; jarheads aren’t exactly a promising choice for elite troops.
“Well, that’s nice. I still had to go through four years of boot camp, basic and officer training in High School. I didn’t like it. So the moment my training was done, I opted out of joining the military proper for getting a mountie posting in my hometown. I like my job, but I really wish I didn’t have to go through four years of harsh discipline for it. I mean, look at me! I got fat because my job mostly entails driving a desk or driving a quad-jumper.” Juneau poked her stomach and groped a breast for emphasis as she pouted angrily at her attractive flab.
“You’re a mountie ?!” Heroki asked in shocked amusement. “I mean, I wouldn’t have thought it at the look of ya! You’re a lot skinnier than you think!”
“Well, you wear it well.” Hunter complimented in the hopes she wouldn’t get upset about it. Ladies don’t like being called fat, sometimes even if the fat they have is in all the right places.
“Thanks, but I’d rather be able to fit back in my uniform when I get home. My department chief won’t be happy to see me having to open any buttons on my coat.” Juneau sighed and looked back over the ocean waters splashing down below. They were nearing the next island and surfers could be seen riding waves up ahead.
“Well, I may or may not have something that will take you in the opposite direction, while also packing on muscle for you.” Hunter brought up with a bit of a mischievous smile. He normally wouldn’t bother mentioning it, but he also kinda thought of how funny it would be to see Juneau’s department chief pop a blood vessel at seeing her change so drastically. Even if he couldn’t witness it, Juneau would possibly get a kick out of it.
“Hunter, are you peddling Imperial mods again?” Vinnie snickered and Hunter created a telepathic image of a hand flipping her the bird that only she could see.
“The...opposite direction?” Juneau questioned as Hunter brought them in and swooped down to pull up and land next to a thankfully unoccupied gazebo, where he set Juneau down to stretch and the others followed suit.
“You’re actually rather petite compared to females I’m used to. The average military-trained female in the Empire and the Argentine Alliance is six to eight feet tall with breasts the size of basketballs due to the gene editing they undergo. I’m actually rather slim compared to other military males in my height range.” Hunter brought up and the husky gawked at him. “So, what do you say? I keep a container of emergency rations with me, the fluid containing these mods included in a dispenser.”
“...Eh, fuck it. If I’m gonna be fat, I can at least be strong enough to punch in the snout of anyone who mocks me for it.” Juneau held up an arm and poked at the flab on her bicep with a displeased pout.
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“-So as you can see, Lord Oikonny, this device that Mrs. Feell gave us the schematics for can strip the caustic elements from Venom’s air and we can then use the collected toxins and acids for manufacturing.” One of the head simian scientists housed on the Great Ape brought up after waking him up only five hours after the end of the Anglar Uprising.
Yes, this was very important. Yes, it needed his approval immediately . At this point in time however. “You woke me up. To show me a glorified atmosphere scrubber?” Oikonny asked with cold fury as his deep bags under his eyes made his sunken visage all the more intense.
“...Yes?”
“It’s approved, get out, you are going to get a small raise, but also be stuck cleaning chemical spills for the next few months! Out!” Oikonny shrieked and the other monkey fled his room so fast he even left the diagram he’d brought in to shorten the presentation. “Ugh...why did I stick with Uncle’s system requiring major things like this to need to go through the appointed Emperor? I need to appoint secretaries or something…”
Oikonny closed his eyes...only for his orchestral ringtone to go off and he whined in defeat as he reached into his pocket to fish out his phone and answered the call without speaking. “Mister Andrew Oikonny?” The voice helped him wake up and he took a deep breath.
“Celestia. You’re likely not the president of Corneria right now, so why are you calling me? How did you get my private number?” Oikonny asked in exasperation, really, really just wanting to get to sleep.
“I’m calling because you’re the one in possession of Venom. As per the accord of the Nightmare Contingency, I am calling to ensure that you do not attempt to assault any of our forces that need to pass through Venomian space. As for your phone number, I used your Spacebook account to find it.” Celestia answered and Oikonny groaned at his younger idiotic self of several years ago for even bothering to make a Spacebook page.
“Don’t worry, you can pass through without problem. We’re tied up cleaning up and preparing the surface colonies for habitation again, so feel free to act like we’re not here, so long as you don’t attack or occupy us. I’m hanging up now, do not call me for at least several hours.” Oikonny hung up before Celestia could say anything else and turned his phone off-.
“Lord Oikonny?” Oikonny clenched his eyes shut, willing his subordinate to fuck. Off. “There’s been a...uh...situation with Star Wolf.”
“I’m sure whatever it is, Wolf can handle his own team’s messes. Get. Out. Tell everyone to make some executive decisions without me for a night.” Oikonny growled and the minion left him be. He was now resolute in dividing his absolute power so he didn’t have to deal with all this bullshit all the time.
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“Uh, boss?” Panther questioned the incredibly sexy muscular and shapely wolfess who had replaced his boss after Wolf had put on the mask in front of them to prove his claim of the mask being extra-dimensional or whatever. She filled out an outfit quite similar to Wolf’s usual clothes so well he was fighting the near-instinctual urge to flirt with her.
“Sorry sweetie, but Wolf is kinda talking to my ‘Inner Wolf’ right now. They’re getting along like two best frenemies meeting back up after years apart. So there’s plenty of screaming, cursing, shooting, all that fun stuff. Hey Gilda, looking good, but have you been skipping out on arm day?” The Fem-Wolf asked their newest member with a disapproving motherly tone and even crossed her arms under her DD-cup bust while raising an eyebrow.
“Uh, no? Why, am I not buff enough yet?” Gilda asked in concern as she flexed her arms, causing her fairly defined muscles to outline on her tight lightly armored brown flight suit.
“My universe’s Gilda is two feet taller than you and jacked like a Miss Universe champion. Sorry if my perspective is a bit screwy. I’ve been surrounded by hulking hunks and busty amazons for...way too long. I could use a change of pace for flavor’s sake. That said, you are rather cute.” Fem-Wolf purred as she looked at Leon, which made Panther balk at being passed over for the slim and wiry cold-hearted assassin.
“I have no interest in physical or emotional relations that do not involve death or money.” Leon bluntly informed the woman, who then reached into her cleavage and pulled out a sack of jingling coins. “I am not a prostitute.”
“Aw. It’s always the dangerous ones who turn me down.” Fem-Wolf pouted and stuffed the sack back into her cleavage, the large bundle vanishing . “Oh well. What were you boys up to when your boss put me on?”
“We were arranging for Sargasso space station to begin heading here to rebase over planet Venom.” Panther brought up, causing him to realize he was suddenly the straight man in this situation. He hated being the straight man…
“Oh, good. Get to work on that. The more centralized our position, the more idiots we can fleece.” Fem-Wolf said as she suddenly began strutting from the bridge into the Wolf’s Den , the small carrier ship the team used for rapid deployment. “Oh, get some mook you don’t mind turning into a copy of me within a few hours or Wolf will become me physically.”
At hearing this, Leon, Panther and Gilda scrambled to find a female minion who wouldn’t mind a total body overhaul.
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I awoke from blissful oblivion to a slight stinging sensation running through my whole body, from my main processor, to my Spark, to the tip of every tentacle. I was flying alongside the Great Fox through space at a leisurely pace. At least to me, considering I was so used to FTL travel to get from place to place. “Penny? Are you okay? I went offline for a while, what happened while I was out?”
“Good to hear you’re awake, Nora. Are you feeling an odd urge to assimilate everything into yourself?” Penny asked calmly, likely having correctly assumed that since my body was still fully functional, that I would recover on my own. I’m so glad someone has faith in my durability.
“Well, nothing beyond the usual metaphorical urge to do so.” I cheekily replied and Penny barked in laughter. “How about we get back on the Great Fox so we can rest up, but you didn’t answer my question of what happened while I was recovering from a nanite infestation.” Said corruptive nanites seem to have been integrated into my pre-existing ‘immune’ system.
“According to the others, since I didn’t get us back to Fortuna until after the battle was over, once we’d destroyed a good majority of the swarm, the remaining Aparoids beat a retreat back the way they came through hexagonal warp gates. I don’t think they were anticipating an uninhabited planet like Fortuna to have such a strong defense presence.” Penny said as she flew me towards the Great Fox’s hangar and I rapidly shrunk down to the size of a person to fit.
“Good. I don’t like becoming a liability, so I figured fleeing while you reined in my controls was the best course of action in my pain-induced panic.” I said as Penny landed me on the floor past the hangar gantries. When Penny began pouring her slime body out of my ‘hatch’ I shuddered in a weak orgasm that kept going until she was out of me and reformed at my side to hug me.
“You did good Nora. Even though you had to retreat, better to live to fight another day than to die.” Penny nuzzled my chassis and I gave a warbling purr while I floated and let her hug my person-sized body like I was an oversized Hunter Metroid.
“I know. Now pet me if you’re gonna treat me like a pet.” I demanded and then cooed as she ran her hands over my chassis. Mm~ being a pet is nice. I think I may just pretend to be a pet now and then since it feels so nice to be doted on.
“You’d make a beautiful pet, Nora, but you’re more valuable as my wife. C’mon then, you’re all healed up from the battle and I’d rather see your beautiful face than your cute squiggly cuttleship form right now.” Penny urged and I complied, turning into a person no bigger than a mouse, then I surged up in size to stand at my standard 7 feet, clad in the shirt and shorts I’d bought from Big and Beautiful. They handled shenanigans so well.
“Good to have you back on board.” I heard Fox say and I turned to look at the athletic fox. He’d become a foot taller, matching me for height, but he didn’t bulk up much. Fox was a wiry and athletic sort to begin with, so it suited him.
“Nora, if you like being a pet so much, you could be as small as a puppy and fly about.” Yola joked when she continued past Fox who stopped a respectful distance away.
“I bet it’s just as fun for you, so why don’t we be pets for a while instead of sex-obsessed elfin quarians? I don’t know about you, but all this time spent tinkering instead of screwing has been really fun for me. I’d like to add on being a silly bubbly pet metroid for a bit.” I admitted with a cheeky smirk and Yola rolled her optics.
“You mean like all those cute-n-sexy images of Samus getting her booty or boobs nommed on by her pet metroids without hurting her?” Yola bringing up my memories of those images made me blush slightly, but I didn’t stop smirking. “Y’know what? I’m game. Ever since we got to this universe I haven’t been half as horny as usual, so I could do with some silliness.”
“I’m sure it’d help keep our spirits up. Slippy is down because now he’s gotta repair three of our Arwings and he’s really wishing he used more standardized parts or something. Tali’s helping him out with that, so you don’t need to feel pressured to join them.” Fox brought up and pointed to the repair bay, where indeed Slippy and Tali were essentially stripping an Arwing and working in a precision that made them seem like two well-oiled machines.
The fact that the purple-skinned and orange tattooed Dee and the orange-skinned and purple-tattooed Daw were helping them out was definitely part of it, the two engineer androids were old hands at mechanical engineering thanks to how I created them. Wait...doesn’t this mean Dee and Daw are my sons too? I guess kinda-sorta adopted since they don’t share any of my CNA or data-echoes.
“I’m okay with that, I’m sure the others will be too. I may have joined sis in getting frisky with Fox and Krystal, but the others are all entertaining themselves and our raunchy fun has been an occasional thing. This universe is a refreshing breath of air. We’re not all sexually overcharged here. I’m even considering buying a place in this universe, if we can secure passage here. Having someplace where we’re not all sex thirsty sluts due to some cosmic aura would be nice for vacations.” Penny announced, ignoring Fox’s bright blush and the fact that she was naked.
“Aw, but that’s half the fun of our universe.” I winked and giggled before shrinking down, transforming into my cuttleship alt and Yola joined me. We were two floating cuttleships about the size of large puppies and we giggled before latching onto Penny’s breasts, our wife squeaking at the action. “Hey! You’re naked! We’re gonna be latched on until you get dressed~!”
“Pfft-ha, ha, ha~!” Fox bust his gut and Penny flushed through her mocha fur before muttering and pulling out a hardsuit from her cleavage, having gotten used to having an Imperial Inventory ever since she became Urta’s twin. “It’s like your boobs have boobs for nipples!”
“Hey! We’re not boob-shaped! We’re cuttlefish shaped!” Yola protested, shaking a maroon tentacle with an anger mark on her body. We have anime logic here?!
“If you two would get off, I could put my suit on.” Penny huffed after feeding her tail through the hole in the back and shimmying her child-bearing pelvis and thicc ass into the bottom of the hardsuit.
“You sure you don’t want to give Fox more of a show?” I giggled and wiggled, causing the right breast I was attached to go jiggle.
“I’m quite sure. Piloting you for hours after you needed to be knocked out for your health was not at all conducive towards my libido. I’m not kidding girls. In the time we’ve been here, I’ve had sex maybe twice. Once as Fox's ball-buffer for his and Krystal’s first time together. Off.” Penny demanded and we mewled before complying and letting her pull on the arms of the suit, stuff her tits into it and zip up all the way. “Thank you.”
“It’s just as well; you guys are lewd enough as it is without whatever makes you even more lewd in your home dimension.” Fox commented as he and Penny left the hangar, so Yola and I followed.
“That would have been Urta and her wife.” I stated from what I understood.
“Yeah, but this universe is either resistant or absolutely uncaring about the influence of deities. Urta called this place a ‘Lust Demon’s Nightmare’ since if her Fertility Aspect wasn’t driving everyone mad with breed-hungry lust, a Lust Demon would have less chance than a snowball in Hell of surviving here.” Penny said while we neared the elevator.
What is with ships like this and elevators? The Great Fox isn’t much bigger than a 21st century aircraft carrier cut in half and stacked instead of long. Where are the stairs? Please don’t tell me the Great Fox doesn’t have stairs. This is madness! This is a suicidal deathtrap! Oh, wait, there’s the stairs.
“Hey sis! I bet I can reach the bridge first!” Yola suddenly chirped and flew towards the stairwell. No fair! I gave chase, giggling as my concerns faded away.
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“So you didn’t use illegal means to trespass on an island you don’t have permission to be on?” Demanded the bloodhound detective who was refusing to accept that Hunter, Bryan, Vinnie and Selene’s wings are not vestigial. Trespassing on an island was punishable with a slap on a wrist, but it was usually after reporting the means one used to trespass, according to the locals.
“They flew when asked, isn’t that enough?” Juneau asked in exasperation. “Look, detective Chow. I understand it’s hard to believe, but the hard evidence swooped through the air on request! They carried the rest of us here, there were no cartels, pirates or smugglers involved.”
“Hmph, fine. I guess this little trespass will just be more paperwork without any headway on local riffraff.” Detective Chow grumbled, as he skimmed through the file on the table again.
“Your police are incredibly paranoid and incompetant. They’d be asking different questions two sessions ago and let you go after a damn lie-detector test back home.” Hunter grumbled mentally to Juneau, whose ear facing him twitched in the only tell that he was speaking to her.
“Look. You and I both know that magic exists thanks to Sauria fragmenting without exploding and then being restored by mystical means. They have magic in their wings that lets them fly unaided.” Juneau stressed with a poke of one of Hunter’s feathers.
“Do you think we have someone to test that at this precinct? Ugh...just go. It’s clear you can’t help us further. I hope you enjoy the rest of your holiday, Miss Fairbanks. Take your friends through the motor pool.” Detective Chow dismissed them at last and the officer at the door guided them towards the Motor Pool, ostensibly to get a boat ride back to the island they were supposed to be on.
“Sorry for this. Bullshit like this tends to follow us like a curse.” Bryan huffed in irritation, thankfully having managed not to blow up at the idiots.
“It’s just as well. I have to either go home tomorrow or...not.” Juneau sighed, catching Hunter on the back-paw and feeling the jaws of sudden-death closing in. He forgot to ask Juneau when she was supposed to be ending her vacation. Tomorrow? That was so soon… “Look, Hunter. I...I need some time. Would you mind either coming with me or giving me a way to find you? I live alone and you could crash at my place.”
“Well...sure. I don’t feel like going back just yet and being a homebody for a bit could be just as relaxing for all I know. I’ve never been someone who just...stayed home.” Hunter considered it. He would either go stir-crazy within a few days or he might find out being a domestic god was something he enjoyed. “I could also get us there much faster than any ship if you have a very clear memory of your home and I have time to focus on a long-range teleport.” The only reason Hunter was able to warp to Zoness from the Great Fox was because the locals had a very strong series of memories of this planet.
“Oh...well, mind if we go today, then? Normally I’d spend tomorrow packing and the next week on a charter flight for travel. If I can be home a week early, I could still spend time with you before I have to go back to work.” Juneau put a hand on his bicep as she leaned into him, stretching her head up to chastely capture his lips in a kiss that made his wings unfurl.
“Oo~ you two are so cute!” Vinnie squealed as she hugged her new boy-toy. The bunny boy blushed at the golden goddess pressing her epic chest against him. “C’mon, we’ll leave them alone, right Bryan?”
“Uh, where are we-?” Vinnie’s left eye flashed and the others all vanished, leaving Hunter and Juneau standing alone in the motor pool with officers all shouting in surprise, so Hunter swept Juneau into his arms, ignoring her adorable squeak, then took flight back towards the island where her stuff was being kept.
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“So, Death, what do you think of these mortals?” A tall pale man asked as he swung in next to the lady of entropy, happy to see her in her prefered form and not the skeleton most mortals saw her as. The teenager smiled and looked over the pond she was peering into.
“Well, Sandman, I certainly find them interesting and I had fun with some of them.” Death chuckled as she stood up.
“Ah yes, one of the wolves, Runner, mated with one of your avatars? This is not the same Universe though, which one is it?” Sandman said as he stopped swinging and walked over to the pond.
“It's the one the Current Displaced we’re following is in.”
“Ah, yes, the newest little dreams of the Void. Maybe I could visit them. It's rare I mess with the pages.” Dream chuckled as he two sat by the pond, the many faces of himself shifting about in the water. “Hm, seems the pages want me as male.”
“They prefer me as a female in this setting.” Death chuckled leaning back. “Being concepts is fun at times if we’re played with the words and images right.”
“Oh, yes, that one movie, Inception, such fun right.” Dream chuckled as he looked over the water.
“Hmm, how should we show ourselves this time?” Death purred.
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“-But we’re already halfway there! You’re sending us to Fichina, a frozen wasteland, when you suspect invaders on an inhabited planet?!” Peppy demanded irately, causing President Pepper to wince at his uncannily younger no-longer-old friend.
“Well, that’s just it. I’ve been in talks with Oikonny-.” Pepper flinched when Peppy struck the console of his holocomm, causing the old war dog to remember how much of a firebrand Peppy was in his youth.
“ Oikonny?! That simian slime?! What purpose could you possibly have to even consider speaking to Andross’s glory-seeking nephew?!” Peppy demanded with a snarl and Pepper cleared his throat while straightening his collar. He knew better than to shout when Peppy was like this. It only made things worse.
“Oikonny has occupied Venom-with our blessing . In honor of the laws invoked by the Nightmare Contingency, he is willing to aid us in any way he can without endangering the security of the system. One of those ways is lending mercenaries…”
“You can’t be serious!”
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“Hm...not as nice as my Redfang , but these ships are sexy !” Lois, the Fem-Wolf, complimented as she walked around the Wolfen provided for her while she was with them.
“So your own Wolfen is unique and higher quality, huh? I’d love to hear more about it.” Wolf said, having been freed from Lois within an hour and avoiding any transformations. The woman wearing her was a glorified janitor for the ship, so it was no big loss for her to get what amounts to an upgrade in her health as well as a fatter paycheck.
“Yep! Redfang has heavier weapons systems, a Smart Bomb storage bay for longer or stronger bombing runs and while slower than these beauties, he has a much stronger shield to compensate.” Lois casually jumped up into the cockpit of her temporary ship and leaned back in the seat, putting her boot-clad paws up on the dash. “Mm~. Good to see the cockpit size is the same.”
“If you damage anything outside of combat, you buy it.” Wolf grunted while he tried not to focus on how hot a female version of him was. She was essentially everything he looked for in a mate. Strong both in character and body, she took shit from absolutely nobody and was also crazy. He dug crazy. The crazy ones are the wildest in the sack.
“You can take that and shove it up your ass, Wolf. If I damage anything I’ll fix it, because I clean up my own messes.” Lois casually sniped back and if it was anyone else he’d have moved to put them in their place, but that’s just it. That was her place. She was as much an alpha-bitch as he was an alpha-asshole. If only she wasn’t literally him.
“Whatever. Don’t spend all day in there, dinner’s at 6 and lights out is at 9. We may be pirates, but we’re professionals.” Wolf stated as he left the crazy extra-dimensional wolfess to her own business. Partnering with Oikonny was already proving to be lucrative. They got a job from the Cornerian Government . Nothing in the Lylat system is more legitimate than getting big military contract jobs.
“Hello Wolf.” Wolf jumped away, his blaster pistol already in his hand and he fired at the unknown voice who snuck up on him, but his laser merely scorched the wall of the hallway. “Hm, hm, hm. So violent. No wonder you tend to be so good at sending souls into the afterlife.”
“Show yourself!” Wolf snarled, his hackles raised and his cybernetic eye scanning for any sign of movement as he warily turned around rapidly, checking both ways in the hallway for the intruder.
“I am everywhere, yet nowhere. I am a concept, yet I exist.” Wolf continued to search, but froze when he saw...himself.
Not just himself though. Back when he was a kid, too young to understand that he was a bastard because his father ran off, leaving his mom to take care of him and his shocking anger issues. Then he saw his teenage self, full of rage and nowhere to properly channel it, blaming everyone and the universe for his suffering just because he had the cursed name of O’Donnell; a family of pirates, thieves and murderers.
Then he saw himself, only he was coated in blood, his organic eye glassy and empty, soulless and heartless. “Is this who you are?” Wolf shot the image of himself, watching it fall with a hole blasted through its heart. He fired at it again. Again. Killing the thing that was not him . After burning the head and upper torso into a black char imprinted on the metal floor he finally stopped, panting and shaking.
“Wolf?” He snapped his attention to Gilda, who ducked in fear when he brought his blaster to bear. “Whoashitdon’tshootme!” Wolf gasped and tossed his blaster away, looking at the corpse-.
There was nothing there but the scorch marks.
“B-boss?” Gilda meekly questioned and Wolf uneasily looked at his subordinate. “Do you need to lie down?”
“...What I need is a drink.”
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“When you mentioned your parents had retired to their ski lodge, I figured that was the extent of your family’s opulence.” Hunter said as he followed Juneau up the path to her mountain home. He was starting to get used to speaking normally like everyone else, but still weirded him out.
“Pfft, no. This is our old family home. Mom and dad gave it to me when my brother decided he preferred living on base and I chose to not go full military.” Juneau informed him as she gestured around at the familiar yet unfamiliar evergreen pine-like forest around the home. These trees were tall, covered in spiny needles, had cones for dispersing seeds, but were decidedly alien. It was like someone hybridized a Saguaro cactus with a Sandbox Tree and decided it was a perfect species to make a forest out of .
Seriously, how did nothing instantly die just wandering between these thorned trunks? Do they explode like Sandbox Trees too? Do they explode in winter like pine and maple trees on top of that? Do they maybe have hallucinogenic fluids like many species of cactus? Is this a Death World and people are just ignorantly colonizing it because the Cornerian Government says so? Is this Pandora and giant predators are about to spring out of the ground because a fuck-long hibernation cycle is about to end?!
“Hunter, are you okay?” Juneau asked the frazzled-looking celestial wolf, who was looking around like something was going to happen. “If you’re looking for predators or weak-looking branches, it’s fine. The local hunting society keeps the Prowlers in check and the local foresters make sure no flora is endangering infrastructure or private property.”
“Uh...okay?” Hunter blinked at that, how can these people live like this? Well, he can’t judge too harshly. Some back on Earth lived in similar situations like this.
Suddenly, his mind was assaulted with images, his body froze up and his eyes glazed over as he went through the ordeal. Hunter realised that he was having a vision or visions while they showed him many events. Most of them entail him and his siblings. There was one thing they all seem to share: Power. Hunter doesn’t understand why the notion of Power keeps popping up, but if they must take this Power into their hands and make use of it for their own. He also felt worried, because Power was their wife Urta’s divine aspect. Hopefully she wasn’t involved.
“I’m guessing using your magic to teleport such a distance is really disorienting.” Juneau crooned with concern and took Hunter’s hand to lead him into her lovely home, which looked almost like someone parked a freighter here and converted it into a house. For all Hunter knew, that was exactly the case. “You take a load off on the couch while I get some coffee. Would you like any main relievers?”
“Um...no. I’m fine. I’m just receiving prophetic visions. I could use some coffee though, thank you.” Hunter smiled gently at her and she softly returned it, turning to head for the nearby kitchen and her big fluffy white and black tail was wagging so hard she was casting happy-smelling pheromones everywhere. Hunter took a deep whiff and let the soothing scent allow him to relax and parse the visions again with a more restful eye.
That was when he was struck by another vision, one far less ominous but no less serious. It also triggered all sorts of nostalgia in him. It was the scene of the invading Aparoid Ship arriving over the captured outpost in the hinterlands of Katina. However, the vision then split. In one instance, the Cornerian military tries their best to defeat it, only to fail and Katina is soon overrun by the Aparoids. In the other, by some means the ship is defeated and Pigma Dengar makes off with the core like the greedy swine he literally was.
Hunter rubbed the bridge of his snout and sighed. ‘So much for my vacation. Now how do I break the news to June that I need to go save her planet without freaking her out? And I’m gonna need to call in backup, a lot of it.’ That was until he remembered what his wife said to him and his siblings. ‘...Fuck, I can’t. Urta told us not to interfere.’
“I’ve got some fresh dark roast, but I forgot to ask how you liked it.” Juneau said as she poked her head through the wall-window from the kitchen, her breasts squishing into the top of the window’s counter and she pouted down at it, clearly still not used to being extra-busty yet.
Hunter nodded his head and made his way to the kitchen.
“Hunter, what’s wrong?” Juneau asked as Hunter’s quiet and grim demeanor told her something was going on. “Honey, it’s okay. You can tell me.”
“June, I have some bad news. The Aparoids are returning.” Hunter told Juneau with a sigh of regret, while she looked confused. “My siblings and I can’t do much since we were told specifically not to by our wife. Plus your government wouldn’t like interlopers getting in the way, even if it helped.” He then played a recording of Urta telling them what to do and what not to do in regards to having a vacation.
Juneau huffed and booped his snoot. “Did you miss the part where she said that if you felt you absolutely had to, that you could intervene? I mean, okay, yeah. You and your sibs are on vacation, no work, only fun, but that was before any of us knew about the Aparoid threat!” The husky groaned in annoyance before leaning her head on Hunter’s shoulder. “And yeah, you’re right. The Conerian Government would get huffy about receiving outside help without knowing who they are, or what they want.”
“I can still get into contact and tell them about it.” Hunter concentrated as he sent a telepathic communication to Urta and the others. “There. Hopefully they can deal with this.”
“Good. Now, do we have time to have some fun? I was getting all riled up bringing a guy home for the first time too.” Juneau huffed and rested her chin on her interlaced fingers, squishing her bowling-ball boobs between her arms and the countertop, making her sports bra scream in stitch-stretching agony.
“Yeah, I think we got time. I was shown what may happen, but not when it will happen.” There was a key difference between knowing what’s going to happen and knowing when it will happen. Precognition is not the same as Clairvoyance, the former is unreliable while the latter only covers what is currently happening.
“Good, then we better get started, I’m horny, you’re hot, we’re home. Let’s get naked.” Juneau cheerily declared and hurried towards the bedrooms, causing Hunter to snort in amusement.
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“So they hired Star Wolf. Well...at least we can have faith Katina won’t fall to the initial invasion scheme of the Aparoids.” I stated on the bright side, while also hoping my faith in Star Wolf’s capabilities wasn’t misplaced. I may like Wolf and his team, but hopefully their losing streak to Star Fox is simply due to the fact that in those cases they were the villains and thus needed to lose.
“As much as I don’t like it, at least we’re still on the job. Any ideas about Fichina?” Fox questioned me and I went down memory lane again.
“They’re sabotaging the massive weather control system being tested on Fichina, which is a success by the way, so that they can hide their building military force in the blizzards.” At least, I assume that’s the case since for all I know, Pigma won’t have had time to steal the Aparoid Core and flee to Fichina to be the MacGuffin for why the story is progressing as it was.
Already things have gone off the rails, so I have no way of knowing how relevant any of my foreknowledge could possibly be. “So, deal with the weather problem, got it.” Fox summarized while going over the tactical data that President Pepper gave them, my input quickly allowing him to come to the same conclusion without having to examine it too long. “That is the most sensible thing to do. Alright everyone, it’ll be a few days for us to double-back to reach Fichina, so relax until we arrive.”
“Hm, so what do you want to do, Yola, Tali?” I asked my loved ones, particularly the ones who share in my technical prowess and tinkering habits.
“I would actually like to get to work on things around here. Tali’s been helping Slippy, but with you and I added on, we could have the Arwings updated to be more readily serviceable before we reach Fichina.” Yola stated and Tali nodded eagerly. She enjoyed tinkering with us, so this would be fun for all of us, including Slippy who’d taken to Tali like they were best friends.
“Yeah, that sounds like fun.” I chuckled, smacking their bums before following Slippy.
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“Oh good gosh ! Twelve times?!” Juneau gasped and panted, holding her cum-stuffed condom-shielded womb that looked as if she was about to pop with six puppies as she vented heat with her tongue lolling to the side, her breasts jiggling and shaking with each heavy breath. “Oh~...do all the guys where you’re from fuck like this?” Juneau asked as she weakly looked back at him, still pinned on his lap the way she was, she couldn’t exactly move while impaled.
“You could say that.” Hunter answered with a huff as he tried to rein in the fuck-hungry beast that was his usually restrained and tempered libido. This universe may not be overflowing with sexual energy like his second home dimension, but Juneau was a beautiful gal and he had been avoiding sexual thoughts to the point of not even masturbating for the week he’d been hanging out with her.
“If I didn’t want to leave my current life behind before, fuck do I want to now. Holy shit.” Juneau huffed and puffed as she leaned back against him. “Unf...if you didn’t have that fancy condom, I would be so pregnant now.”
“I always keep some on me.” Hunter chuckled as he rubbed her big belly. “Though you would’ve looked even more sexy pregnant~.” He purred, nuzzling Juneau’s cheek.
“*whimper*D-don’t tempt me...I always hoped to find a good mate and have puppies, but I don’t think now is a good time.” Juneau simpered and then shivered as an aftershock orgasm struck her. “F-fu~ck...just having you knotted to me and full of your cum is getting me off…”
“That’s just because you’re overloaded and the mods make sex even better.” Hunter informed her as he tried to will himself into calming down, but Juneau’s flexing cunt was making that difficult. “I can’t dismount if you don’t let me.”
“Fuck that, stay in me. I want to feel you go soft inside me.” Juneau panted lustfully, then grunted as another weak orgasm shook her. “Mm~...so much better than any of my boyfriends. None of them could compare to this in any way. Then there’s the incredible guy who comes with this incredible dick.” She licked her chops and reached behind her to hug his neck and head into hooking around her throat, where he sniffed her pheromones deeply.
“Hm~, I’m glad to have pleased you better than those lousy exes of yours.” Hunter growled lustfully as he groped her breasts and tried not to hump his knotted cock in her, that would just start the vicious cycle all over again.
“To be fair to them, it’s not like they-.” The front door opened and closed. “H-holy shit, who-fuck. Get out of me and...shit, I can’t...Hunter, I have a blaster in the closet.” Juneau hissed moments before staggering boots stormed down the hall and the door opened to reveal a brawny male husky who was definitely Juneau’s brother. “S-Sitka?! Get the fuck out of my house!”
“Bwuh? Sis? Ain’t yous on Zoness?” The reekingly drunk husky man slurred in confusion at the sight of his bigger, brawnier, bustier sister with a bloated belly butt-bonded to some dude on her bed. “When’d yew git back?”
“That doesn’t fucking matter! Get out of my room!” Juneau snarled and began actually barking at him and he whined as he put his hands over his ears and literally retreated with his tail between his legs. “Fucking sleep it off on the couch, you jackass!”
“I’m not impressed.” Hunter stated with loathing for the very simple mind of the man Juneau had just literally barked out of her room. He was like those empty jar-heads back on Zoness. Even if it wasn’t intentional, this dimension’s Celestia needs a swift kick to the cunt for this.
“Say hello to what I have to deal with around here. My brother is a perfect example of the ice-brained machismo you can get from the men in this region of Katina. None of them have a lick of creative or complex thought to them. He’s drunk, so his buddies must’ve dropped him off here since his favorite tavern is halfway up the mountain and my parents have no patience for his drunken ass. I don’t either, but I’m supposed to be gone. Assholes.” Juneau huffed and then sighed. “Great...ruined an incredible evening.”
“I don’t know, I still haven’t gone down. I could go for another round if you think you need it.” Hunter offered, unconcerned for her elasticity since she’d taken so well to the mods.
“Please? It would cheer me-up ~!” Juneau squealed as Hunter began gyrating again.
“Make sure to scream nice and loud, have your brother suffer.” Hunter smiled cruelly at his idea of revenge for Juneau.
“Oh yes! Ah! Fuck! Right there~!” Juneau played along, fighting laughter as she wailed in pleasure repeatedly. Hopefully that asshole was getting traumatized from hearing his sister have wild sex.
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“Are you sure you don’t want any sex-related boons?” Aliata asked in disappointment. Oikonny had since the initial wish, wished for an idol of Wiatr that would imbue fertility upon the land within miles of where it was placed, then wished for an amplifier that, along with the temple he’d ordered his people to build, would spread the effect across Venom as a whole given enough time. Now he was wishing for a means for his people’s newfound wealth to be properly harvested, since this local variant of Argent was completely unknown to his people.
“I’m quite sure, Aliata. I’m afraid I do not find reproduction or even the act of sexual intercourse to my liking. I know, unusual, but I fear it may have something to do with how my Uncle influenced my early years. He too had little love for anyone. I’m lucky I even have my cousin, Dash Bowman, who is my Uncle’s grandson.” Oikonny said as he looked down on Venom, the acidic yellow-orange-green planet already having some of the old subterranean colonies brought back online for people to start living in.
“But...you still promote it.” Aliata pointed out in bemusement. Oikonny was certainly a good choice for Wiatr’s foothold in this universe, but he had no interest in the carnal Aspects of her creator. He accepted and understood that they were vital to life, but he himself sought neither personally. “I...could make an exception. Grant you this wish, but I could also help heal what your uncle did to you.”
“What my Uncle did is too terrible to heal. It wasn’t just me, but the whole system he changed with his madness. If you think you can, feel free to try. I won’t lie, I do miss the passion I still had when I was in my teens, but since then I’ve become cold and uninterested.” Oikonny sighed in nostalgia and Aliata granted the wish, somewhere in the Great Ape , a machine capable of purifying siphoned Argent appeared and then she huffed as she flew to his shoulder.
“Oof...that was a bit taxing. Now then, to help you, I’ll be helping myself. I am fueled by sexual energy. Is it okay if I try to refuel from you?” Aliata asked him and Oikonny blinked before shrugging. That made as much sense as her existence as a magical wish-granting fairy did.
“Very well, but I cannot guarantee you’ll succeed. If I fail to energize you, please seek one of my willing minions.” Oikonny informed the busty tiny fairy, wondering how it was she could hope to achieve something that the past several women he’d attempted to achieve satisfaction with couldn’t.
“Oh, ye of little faith. Wiatr’s Servants have our ways~.”
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“Why are you here?” Wolf grumbled with his face pressed into the countertop of his room’s private minibar.
“Because you got mind-fucked by an entity that hasn’t bothered to manifest in your universe properly in what I’m betting is forever.” Lois casually replied from his bed, where she’d taken up residence and was even playing with a handheld video game console that made slashing noises accompanying orchestral music.
“I’m not a pup. Take your pity and fuck off.” Wolf growled, but didn’t move to remove her from his room. He did jolt upright when suddenly she was behind him, pressing her breasts into the back of his neck as she wrapped her arms around his chest.
“Mm~, sure. You’re not a pup, but I just wanna pet and hug you like one anyway~.”
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“Sister I-Tia! I told you to leave panties on the door if you were going to be up to these things!” Luna squeaked as she whirled around, looking away from where her sister and said sister’s husband had paused in the middle of lovemaking.
“I told you to, mm, knock!” Celestia huffed when Discord went straight back to pleasuring her with his tail up her quim and his penis in her ass. He was on a ‘break’ from keeping an eye on Fortuna and of course chose to spend that break with his wife, like a good husband.
“Aw, but that takes away the fun of seeing Lulu all flustered! She needs to relax. Oh! I know! Mac should be home right now, I’ll send her to him!” Before Luna could protest, Discord snapped his fingers and she squeaked at the sight of Big Mac in his apartment, in the midst of stroking his massive canine cock and they froze.
“Uh...heya Luna. Um...I’m a bit indisposed…” The russet-furred boxer blushed.
“...Curse you, Discord. Whatever. On your back, Mac. I have some frustrations to unleash.”
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“Mm~ Fox~! Ah...w-where did this, ah, come from~?” Krystal panted, looking back at her mate as he thrust into her doggy style, having grabbed her and dragged her to bed for a vigorous session of passionate sex that had caught her entirely by pleasant surprise. Thank gosh she’d become more elastic or his 16-inch long and arm-thick dick would’ve split her in half!
“Unf, I, hng, don’t know! It’s like some lid on my lust just burst open! Is it breeding season?! Did we lose track of our body clocks again?!” Fox panted, but didn’t stop slamming his knot against Krystal’s lube-leaking vulvae, sending her huge b-ball boobs slapping into her arms.
“A-at least you-oh~! H-had the presence of mind to use a condom~!” Krystal squealed as she came, squirting her fem-cum back onto Fox’s coconut-sized balls moments before he groaned and slammed his knot into her, sending her into a second, even more potent orgasm and she crashed face and tits first into her bed as Fox poured his passion into her. “Ah...ah…”
“Having fun?” Urta purred when she groped Fox’s spunk bunkers while pressing into his back. “I knew something was going on when I sensed my wife’s aura. Someone established her in this dimension or at least has begun properly establishing her.”
“H-hey, Urta.” Fox moaned before feeling a cock on his back as Urta moved to grope Krystal. “Holy-I thought Sunset was making things up about that!” Fox yelped at seeing the massive horsedick and balls attached to Urta’s groin, which were easily double Fox’s respective sizes.
“Nope and I’m horny.” Urta huffed as she moved under the two of them and pressed her cock to Krystal’s still stuffed pussy.
“Ahn! N-no! I’ll break! I’ll tear! I’ll-ahn ~!” Krystal screamed in pleasure as her vagina somehow stretched and almost hungrily engulfed Urta’s flare and began pulling her in. “Guh ~! So much cock ~!” Krystal screamed and Fox was suddenly engulfed in hot wet slime. He lost control of his body as Urta encompassed him and began fucking Krystal with him.
“Good thing Fox was using one of our brands of condoms, because we’re going to fill you so much Krystal, we might break that condom!” Urta declared with her voice mixing with Fox’s voice and both Fox and Krystal had no objections to this new situation.
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“You feel different?” I asked my sister as I paused in my process of converting one of the custom-size fittings on the hull of the Arwing we were working on into a more standardized one that System Dynamics used on their latest production model of fighters.
“A little.” Yola huffed as she was doing something similar with building an in-atmosphere ejector seat based on the designs for said latest production model of fighter since Slippy didn’t have ejector seats for his custom Arwings. “Like some of my libido seems to have come back.”
“Same here. I’m feeling a bit flush.” Tali admitted and Slippy warily looked us over.
“Uh...you three can go work that off if you need to.” The nervous amphibian suggested and I waved him off.
“No, I don’t want to fall into our usual habits. I want to actually do something productive instead of just hanging out with you guys or having wild sex.” I declared to them intently, because I can have sex anytime or failing that, masturbate with my own tentacles. When will I ever get another opportunity to work on Arwings ?
“That’s a fair point.” Yola nodded and Tali was about to speak, but she paused.
“Um...hm. Jun would actually like it if he let us do custom artwork on the hulls of the finished Arwings, is that okay? If so, any suggestions?” Tali asked Slippy, who hummed.
“Well...I never considered us bothering to paint our ships. Check with Peppy and the others. I’m okay with it, but I wouldn’t know what to have mine look like.” Slippy replied and Tali nodded, running her fingers through both mine and Yola’s fingers before she went to go speak to people on her data-son’s behalf. “I don’t get it. I care about ROB, because he’s been with us forever, but how can an AI be so alive that their creator feels like they’re a parent?”
“You’re speaking to an AI and an LI. Sis was originally organic, I was created by Tali’s ancestors. I learned how to live from sis. Do either of us look artificial to you, Slippy?” Yola asked Slippy with a mixture of hope and worry.
“H-huh? I...never thought of that. You’re both so alive I couldn’t even consider you not being people. Hm...maybe if ROB had more processing power…” Slippy mused and I snapped my metal fingers in front of his face.
“Yeah, uh, don’t. ROB is a custodian robot. If you give him too much power and freedom without proper training or heuristics to work around logic faults, he could accidentally decide to kill you all in the belief it would spare you suffering or something. We had something similar happen back home that for hundreds of thousands of years culled all space-faring life in the galaxy every 50,000 years.” I warned the green guy, who jumped at the info.
“Yikes! No wonder dad told me to leave software programming to the specialists. At least when it comes to complex programs like AI. So, hm...actually. I have a request. I would like to have permission to tour and examine EDI. She’s a ship from beyond our universe, there is so much I could learn just from having a look around.” Slippy asked us and we blinked in bemusement.
“Why not ask Penny since she’s the commanding officer? Better yet, why not ask EDI?” Yola asked and I nodded.
“Because they told me you two were the ones I had to ask. Since you’re her parents and according to ‘Imperial’ law, I have to get permission from ‘blood or data’ relatives to examine the body of someone along with said person’s permission. Something about illegal modding?” Slippy shrugged and I blinked. That was actually a good measure to help prevent illegal gene or tech modding. I wonder how the Black Market get’s around that.
“Sure, I’m okay with it.” I looked at Yola, who nodded in agreement. “There you have it. Do you need a signature or…?”
“Nope, recorded it with my omni-tool. This thing is amazing !” Slippy cheered as he summoned a hardlight gauntlet and played back their consent.
“Welcome to the glories of being an engineer with a tool that’s good for pretty much anything.” Yola cheekily said before she pointed at the ejector seat. “Well, it’s done, just gotta replicate it six more times for all the Arwings you have here.”
“Thanks Yola. I’ll feel much better knowing my friends and I have a way to bail out more efficiently than jumping and praying if we’re in an atmosphere. Now if only I could get everyone to wear EVA helmets to go with their flight suits.” Slippy grumbled and went to continue working, but paused and facepalmed, which with his slippery mucus-moist skin, was very distinctly loud. “The Landmaster! I better get to work on it. I have a feeling we’ll need it on Fichina. The blizzards may stop Arwings, but they can’t stop an all-terrain battle tank!”
“Oh, right. Why did you go for wheels instead of treads on it?” I asked curiously, considering going from treads to wheels is a huge thing for something like a tank.
“Because the wheels are cooler and capable of faster movement since the new Landmaster uses G-Diffusion!” Slippy answered and I shrugged. That was fair enough.
Ch.129
Hunter had awoken before Juneau and started stroking her cum-fecund belly. He got up and made his way to the kitchen area, where he could hear Sitka snoring loudly in the lounge. Hunter gagged a little at the stench of alcohol that perfumed the air, as he got to making hot chocolate for his new mate and himself. Before returning to the bedroom, he saw a pale man, human, with frayed black hair and solid black eyes staring at him with a smile.
“Who are you?” Hunter asked the man since he didn’t sense him there before.
“I’m Dream.” He said with a bow towards him.
“Dream?” Hunter asked in confusion.
“A Concept, like Freedom himself.” Dream answered with a chuckle, Hunter looking at with wide eyes as he continued. “Oh, yes. I know of him. I and many other Concepts had wondered where he went off to all this time.”
“W-why did he leave?” Hunter stuttered as he almost spilled the hot drinks.
“Oh, he said this universe was boring for his liking. I was sad to see him go.” Dream said before Hunter found himself standing on the surface of the water. “Before I tell you how this will all play out, I must make a confession to you.”
“Confession?” Hunter was lost. What does Dream have to confess to him about? “Brrr ! Why did I get the chills all of a sudden?”
“Hunter, your psychic abilities are not up to what it once was, when you became a Grey Warden.” Dream informed him and Hunter froze up.
“Oh no.” Hunter shuddered before gasping in horror as he looked down at the water. The memories of the Acrhdemons, the Darkspawn and the Broodmothers, all of it came flooding back to him.
“I truly am sorry, but I promise this will be quick.” Dream then proceeded to put him through the tormented nightmares all over again-!
“Argh! No!” Hunter woke up in a cold sweat, finding himself back in bed with Juneau.
“Hunter?! What’s wrong, babe?” The cum-filled husky awoke to Hunter’s screaming.
Hunter tried to get his breathing under control, but then an image of the Aparoids succeeding on Katina played out and one scene made him bristle, of Juneau being implanted with a mechanical parasite and turned into just another drone.
“No!” He yelled in a panic as he jumped out of bed, his psychic ability began to run rampant yet again. Hunter gritted his teeth and focused his mind, bending his telekinesis to his will. “Grrr~!” Hunter growled as he strained his mind, the house shuddered from the telekinetic pressure. Soon it subsided before anything catastrophic had come about.
Unfortunately, his body was another story. During that ordeal, it began to break and fall apart on him. The immense psychic potential proved too much for his cybertronian body and celestial might to compete.
“Oh my gosh, Hunter! Your body!” Juneau gasped at the state he was in. “What the fuck was that all about?!”
“G-Give me a s-s-sec.” Hunter glitched out before sitting cross-legged and closed his eyes. Using his psychic ability, he started to heal himself of any damage and was back to health. “Okay, I’m sorry for the scare, but I’m whole again as it were.”
“W-What do you mean by that?” Juneau meekly asked as her boyfriend looked at her sympathetically and gave her belly rubs.
“It’s a long and complicated story, filled with horrors I’d rather not tell you. Just know I’m fine.” Hunter assured her before he sensed the Aparoid’s arrival and the swine himself. However, he was surprised to find someone else here as well. “Star Wolf?”
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“Are you sure about this?” Fox asked several of my Autobots uneasily. “I mean, you’ll have to drive through blizzards, dropping from high altitude into unknown terrain.”
“If we cared about that, we wouldn’t have volunteered. Also, adopting something as epic as the Landmaster as our alts would really be nice.” Chaffron, one of my many children, said as he ran his hands along the side of the wheeled tank. “It isn’t a selfless offer, we’re fairly unhappy with our alts and want to rescan for something that suits us. This beauty is both elegant and badass.”
“I didn’t know you could rescan…” I muttered enviously. I mean, I love my alts, I wouldn’t trade them for anything, but having the option would’ve been nice anyway.
“Well, alright then. If my team doesn’t have issues with driving a sapient tank, then they’re free to take you up on it. I will personally take the original Landmaster since I have a bad track record with them not making it back in one piece.” Fox sheepishly scratched his neck and the boys, all the autobots with ground alts turned out to be guys, all offered condolences that it likely isn’t Fox’s fault his Landmaster excursions go badly.
“I feel like we’re watching a ton of ‘bros’ about to go on a camping trip or something.” Yola whispered to me and I snorted at the image. I could see it actually, my changeling sons all browbeating Fox into camping or fishing or something while being totally nice about it.
“I hope they understand that there are only 7 of us, two of which are sticking to their Arwings for when we get the weather control system working.” Krystal commented from next to us, looking radiant and vibrant. If I didn’t know better, I’d think she was pregnant, but she didn’t register the right pheromones. No, she was just very satisfied and was trailing behind Fox like a lovesick puppy.
“So, you two got really busy when whatever happened to stoke everyone’s lusts?” Yola ashed rhetorically and Krystal smirked as she rubbed her lower stomach.
“Oh yes . Urta joined in and almost destroyed me, both physically and mentally. It was the best sex I’ve ever had, which, considering my inexperience before may not mean much, but it was mind-blowing.” Krystal sighed and I figure she must have a Navel Pearl if Urta was involved and she wasn’t an immobile living condom. “Thank gosh the condom held or I’d be off the team.”
“Okay, so you don’t have pups? That’s good.” I said while feeling awkward that I felt disappointed that someone is not pregnant. Especially Krystal. She deserves a happy ending, damn you Shigeru Miyamoto!
“Don’t try to lie, you wish I was pregnant. So do I, but it’s not the time. Perhaps after this latest war is over, I’ll try to convince Fox to retire for a time so we can start a family.” Krystal sighed wistfully and I winced.
“Don’t say things like that. You’re invoking Murphy.” It’s always the guy who’s about to retire or go home to his/her girl/guy that dies first.
“For that, you can’t deploy without one of our kids as your vehicle. Several of our Seeker kids want Arwing alts too. You may have plenty of ships here, but a Cybertronian will always be superior to the original template they scanned for their alt.” Yola declared imperiously of the empathic vixen, who blinked and nodded in agreement fairly quickly.
“I won’t mind. Having someone I can trust be my ship or other vehicle simply means I am even more invested in surviving to fight another day.” Krystal said with a soft smile that made me like the vixen even more than I already did. If I was willing to actually give in to my lusts I’d be banging her, but I’m not. While I’m here in Lylat, I am abstaining for the sake of not potentially hijacking the love lives of others! I wish Penny and Urta had that much resolve...
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“Why do I suddenly feel judged?” Penny asked as she got into her hardsuit. She was joining the ground team as one of the people driving a Cybertronian Landmaster, which she hoped her experience with driving vehicles like the Mako, may it burn in Hell forever, along with the Hammerhead would help her enough that she wasn’t reliant on her soon-to-be mech partner to drive while she worked the gun.
“Considering you stuffed several gals on the EDI full of your sweet slime, sis, I wouldn’t be surprised.” Urta finished zipping up her own suit, also going to join the assault.
“I couldn’t help it! I suddenly had to fuck like the horny bitch I am! Thank gosh I was visiting with the Autobots and they have Imperial contraceptives on hand.” Penny mewled as her tail thumped the floor. She was so damned horny she couldn’t even wait for a man, she sprouted a cock and went to town on the women she’d been visiting right that moment! Thank gosh they were feeling just as horny from whatever had happened to everyone or she’d have been smeared on the walls. She’d have been fine, but getting splattered was disorienting.
“Well, I liked it, Commander.” A small Autobot chuckled as she entered the room and leaned against Penny. The surprisingly waifish changeling fluttered her eyes at the vixen and Penny blushed hotly. “I’m your Arwing whenever you need me. Oh, whenever you need, I’m up to bang, okay?” The minx, ironically named Minx, grabbed Penny’s currently female crotch and kissed her cheek before sauntering back out.
“Oh~ she’s a cute one. Feisty too. I hope my Autobot companions are half as lewd and eager.” Urta cooed while approaching Penny and the mocha vixen sputtered before Urta kissed her. She moaned into her sister’s mouth, the heat of their Argent slime bodies causing steam to leak from their nostrils as they began to make out.
“Hey, hey! No time for that, you two! We’ll be reaching Fichina in less than an hour.” Another Autobot, a wiry male quarian, chastised them before continuing past their room.
“Aw, phooey. I hope he isn’t one of my battle buddies.” Urta pouted as she separated from her panting and needy sister, who whined and pawed at Urta’s breasts. “Oh, I’m sorry sis. I’m getting all horny too. I hope this universe stabilizes soon since Wiatr is going to become the first localized and worshiped deity with real power.”
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“All hail Wiatr! Goddess of Fertility~!” Crowed the zealotus simian Oikonny appointed to head the temple shortly after the fervent simians and their robotic construction drones had it finished in a matter of days. It was like his Uncle’s decoy base, but not as stupidly massive and actually suitable for habitation thanks to the fancy ‘Mass Effect’ atmosphere retaining generator they built using Mrs. Feell’s provided schematics and dumped enough breathable air into it.
“Hail Wiatr! Hail Wiatr!” Oikonny was almost taken aback by how eager so many of his people were to worship a deity. Then again, most of the Venomians were actually locals to the planet, discovered by Andross and forcibly uplifted before they were fully ready. He wasn’t surprised that they still held theological beliefs. At least in this case it was a good thing.
“Aw, they love my creator so much~!” Aliata squealed happily from atop Oikonny’s head, the little reptile woman clad in doll clothing Oikonny sewed for her since he didn’t like her being naked all the time. He preferred she only be naked when in the privacy of their room.
“Her very aura is purifying and fortifying their homeworld, of course they appreciate her.” Oikonny stated before he slunk away from the sermon as it began. He may accept Wiatr as a deity, but he wasn’t a pious person. He’d respect Wiatr his own way. “That said, Aliata, any suggestions for what to do next? I have the colonies being refurbished and mining that mountain has begun in earnest.”
“Hm, access to the Interdimensional trade network might be too much for your universe...maybe 100 years in the future, but not now.” Aliata sighed as she wiggled on his head. “Oh, oh~ what about, wait no, hm, hm~. A proper stock market open to all of the worlds in this system, with restrictions on companies that lobby politicians to do what they want? From what I saw of this solar system’s stock systems there is no real free market, just government funded projects or some very small civilian companies that make civilian goods. You could corner the markets on Civilian goods, make Venom known for a great Civilian lifestyle in these hard times. We’ve found Civilizations buried underground had great Civilian markets!”
“Hm, that sounds like a logical step, but what about the defence of my world?” Oikonny sighed as he looked up at the red-orange sky in the direction where the remnants of his fleet were.
“ODPs?” Aliata suggested and Oikonny looked at her in confusion. “Orbital Defense Platforms. Stations designed around a massive cannon or barrage of cannons or missile batteries, like the Gorgon.”
“Hm, that would be better than trying to make another fleet. The Gorgon alone was able to keep Corneria’s navy off of Venom during the Lylat Wars when the Umbra -class defense stations weren’t sufficient to deter them. I’m sure we could use the Great Ape to speed up reviving a station like the Gorgon, since we still have it’s main cannon. I won’t even need to source more money than necessary to do it, so I can also have my economic advisors get to work on establishing a free-trade market at the same time.” Oikonny nodded to his musing, his decision made.
“Great! So, uh...what are we doing right now?” Aliata asked the snow monkey and he hummed.
“Well, I might as well get to designing the schematics for the Gorgon 2 or utilize one of the designs Mrs. Feell provided and just plug the Gorgon Cannon in place of the massive railgun cannon.” Oikonny nodded and then gently removed Aliata from atop his head. “That said, I won’t have time for any fun tonight. Feel free to go grant someone’s wishes, but try to be back for dinner.”
“Sure thing, Andy!” Aliata chirped and smooched his nose before flying off.
Ch.130
“Wait!” Selene called out after she and Berserker, since he was armored up and everything, exited a ‘groundbridge’ portal Vinnie generated in the Katina Hinterlands. Vinnie was keeping their new friends and potential mates company while he and Selene were going to kick serious ass for the situation causing Kevin immense undue stress and panic. “Something is wrong!”
“You’re right. There are no guards patrolling the place.” Berserker stated in the observation that the place looked abandoned. No signs suggested that there was a fight of any kind and it was too quiet. “Get ready, it looks like an advance scouting party of those bugs are here to set things up for the rest of their hive.”
“We better hurry.” Selene suggested urgently and Berserker nodded in agreement. They approached the gates and he forced them open with a mighty kick that sent them sliding off their hinges. “First thing’s first: find a terminal so we can learn about the layout of this outpost and its purpose. I highly doubt it’s just your ‘run-of-the-mill’ outpost.”
“Of course...the security cameras are still on.” Selene pointed out after they passed the gate to find the nearest camera was tracking them and blinking. “Then that means the security room is still active.”
“There better be a survivor.” Berserker grumbled since they likely alerted whoever or whatever was inside the base. “Okay then, so it isn’t abandoned entirely. Where’s the outpost’s antenna?”
“I...don’t see it anywhere.” Selene answered in concern, there didn’t even seem to be a satellite dish. “Did they take it out?”
“Warn the locals that their outpost is compromised.” Berserker ordered as he surveyed the perimeter before they went inside the main facility.
“I have warned the locals, they’re thirty minutes out until they get here.” Selene told her mate.
“Alright, we better find that security room before they get here.” Berserker jogged through the corridor and Selene followed closely. “There’s nobody here, no signs of struggle, nothing.”
“Then where is the distress signal coming from?” Selene questioned and Berserker clenched his teeth. He didn’t play much Star Fox besides the classic N64 one, so he wasn’t familiar with this scenario.
Before they could proceed any further, they were interrupted by blaster fire from behind them and they spun around to aim at the two wolves that looked eerily similar, the woman having shot the ceiling to draw their attention and the man aiming at them.
“Wolf O’Donnell?” Berserker questioned the male wolf while he lowered his summoned shotgun and Selene followed his lead.
“Yeah, what’s it to you? You’re the ones trespassing on Cornerian weapons testing grounds.” Wolf demanded with his blaster calmly trained his face. He likely correctly believed that Berserker was the larger threat, not that the large one-handed weapon would do much.
“Easy. We don’t want any trouble. If what you say is true and that you’re hired by the Cornerian Government, then let’s make a deal.” Berserker offered as he raised his hands up to appear non-threatening.
“Yes, they’re the ones paying me to deal with whatever’s going on here and you’re my problem now. Drop your weapons or I’ll start turning your fancy armor suits into pressure cookers.” Wolf snarled, clearly pissed that someone would try to bribe him when he was already on a job.
“It’s a simple one; we help you, you help us. That’s all I’m asking.” Berserker stressed.
“I’d suggest letting them turn on the comms array first, Wolf. It’ll really start the party.” The eerily similar wolfess next to him aimed at the main console. “Go on, do it. I want the fun to start.”
“So the Aparoids are here, Lois?” Wolf asked his companion and holstered his blaster. Wow, he changed his tune like a switch was flipped.
“Yep! These guys get to help us by being our ground pounding grunts, meaning we can do more work killing the bugs.” Lois then flipped a switch on her pistol and shot the console, causing it to spark and emit a high-pitched whine before it turned on and air-raid sirens went off..
“We’ll do this the lady’s way.” Berserker chuckled as he and Selene turned away from the wolves. “Split up, cover more ground. Kill anything and everything that looks at you the wrong way.”
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“...Hm...mm?” Juneau hummed and placed her hand on the larger one resting on her cumflated womb. She smiled and nestled back up against the larger warm mass of muscle spooning her. She idly felt confused, as if she forgot something.
“Good morning.” She heard Hunter’s soothing voice and he nuzzled and kissed the back of her neck. “What would you like for breakfast?”
“Breakfast burrito...and my brother kicked out on his ear.” Juneau muttered while squeezing his hands against her surprisingly squishy belly. “Also some advice on how to get this thing outta me. I love this feeling, so full of liquid warmth, but I can’t keep it in me and go about life.”
“It’s a special condom that’ll eventually drain the contents away. It just takes time depending on distance, both in relative and dimensionally relative distance.” Hunter rubbed her side and she groaned with a shimmy of her ass against his groin. It felt so good to be so full, full of his seed.
“Mm~. Get out of here before I have you put another in me.” Juneau growled hungrily and Hunter chuckled as he got up and left her to doze in bed. She idly wondered if this was what being married to the guy would be like, at least when he was home. He’d described his home life as being work, work and more work, with the rare blessing to spend quality time.
At least on his end. The gals of his life tended to be busy too, but preferred to stay together even then, causing many sexy shenanigans from his descriptions. There was also the bit of an issue he failed to mention about the mods; that they altered hormones to a degree that she, a formerly straight as a hardlight ruler gal, was now fantasizing about other gals, about herself even.
“I hit Sitka with a ‘clarification’ to deal with his hangover so the off-duty soldier boy could go back to his on-base apartment. Are these seriously eggs? They look like giant seeds.” Hunter said through his telepathic powers, even showing her an image of the ‘egg’ in question.
“Those are Egg Fruits! Their insides are a thick oily liquid like egg whites, so that’s them!” Juneau called down the hall as she grunted and groaned while sitting up, her semen-sloshing belly looked like she was about to have a litter of 8 pups! Mm~, if only she was about to pop with his pups…
“Seriously? Back home we have canistel, which tastes like egg, but doesn’t have the runny liquid insides of one.” Hunter replied as she struggled to her paws, gasping and panting as she put her hands on her lower back and top of her bigger yet still tight ass. Once on her paws, she looked past her huge breasts at her mountainous womb in awe.
“Unf...so fucking full…” She licked her chops and looked over at the nightstand, where her next dose of mods and water were. She grabbed the pill and knocked it back, chugging the water and looking forward to getting taller, even bustier, even more elastic so she could contain more of his-.
“Do you have salsa?” Hunter asked and she blinked at the question to consider it.
“Nothing fresh, I’ve been gone too long for that. There should be some cheap cooked salsa.” She called down the hall as she approached the hallway door and flushed in a mixture of arousal and disbelief when her massive belly squished into the doorframe upon trying to leave.
“Found it. Are you alright?” Hunter questioned, possibly sensing her thoughts.
“Y-yes.” Juneau blushed as she wiggled her hips, her thoughts and the fact she was so fucking full of Hunter’s cum that she couldn’t fucking leave her room made her all riled up.
“Hm, simple enough to cook. You want anything else to go along with it?” Hunter asked as he got to cooking breakfast.
“Um, some orange juice?” Juneau half-asked, because she wasn’t sure she still had orange juice. “If there isn’t, some coffee would be nice!” She called back before she began almost humping her own underbelly to squeeze her round and firm yet yielding overstuffed belly through the door. “Yip !” She yipped when her belly practically popped out of the door and into the hall before the rest of her and she caught herself on the doorframe, panting from the excitement the near-fall gave her, her tail wagging so hard it was smacking the door.
“What just happened?” Hunter asked and she quickly straightened herself before waddling down the hall, blushing when her belly bounced against the walls. Dear fuck she’s so full!
“I just got out of my room! Don’t worry about it!” Juneau said before eyeing the next hurdle: the bathroom door. The only reason she wasn’t using the master suite was because that bathroom was even smaller than this one and even then she might get...stuck . The idea both aroused and concerned her. “How the hell do his mates get around when there’s so many virile mates fucking them full of cum?”
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“Are you sure you don’t want me or Urta to drain you first, Krystal?” Penny asked her blue and white fellow vixen in concern. The Cerinian fox huffed as she held her flat stomach after having turned really quickly while preparing to deploy since they were now orbiting Fichina and searching for the geographical coordinates the Weather Control Center was said to be located.
“Unf, I’m fine. Due to the G-diffusion propulsion of both the Arwings and Landmasters, I won’t be getting jolted so harshly. I can handle being full of Fox and Urta’s semen while the condom whisks it away. Besides, they filled me so much I ended up squished between the floor and the ceiling until Urta managed to attach a Navel Pearl to my belly button.” Krystal rubbed her stomach and sighed with a faint flush and a content smile.
“It’s an incredible feeling. I was as big as a hot-air balloon from my first big filling. Fifty feet across and sloshing full of the Sex Goddess’s cum. I get horny just remembering it.” Penny shuddered and bit her lip in envy of Krystal, kinda wishing she’d been there so her sis could’ve stuffed her instead of intruding on Krystal and Fox’s intimate rendezvous.
“I never would’ve known this pleasure if you all didn’t come here because of a malfunctioning piece of equipment accidentally abducting two of your wives.” Krystal moaned and eyed Penny with a gaze that made her tail fluff up. “Mm~...we have some time. I think we can get away with some quick fun between two girls.” Krystal pressed her equally-big breasts to Penny’s and the two vixens moaned into each other’s mouths as they unzipped each other’s suits…
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“So those are the right coordinates? The planet-wide blizzard is heaviest there.” Peppy asked Slippy while the frog was analyzing the results.
“Yep, that’s the right place, but with how concentrated the harsh weather is they might have used the weather control system to further mask their presence instead of just turning it off.” Slippy suggested and I hummed in concern. Before, it was Pigma who brought the Aparoids here. This time they took the initiative.
“Either way, we’ve gotta get down there! Fichina City will be buried in snow soon if we don’t stop this!” Sunset declared with her fists on her hips and her bust straining against her flight suit to the point it had to be pulled down for plunging cleavage so there was enough material for her heaving b-ball bosoms. The fact the unicorn still insisted on wearing her black leather jacket to frame them made her boobs seem even bigger, which was fairly impressive to me since I had these tits for longer yet I somehow failed to flaunt them like she so casually managed to.
“I still don’t get why they bothered with colonizing Fichina before Fortuna. Fortuna’s a paradise compared to this ice ball.” Falco huffed from next to Sunset, the two tall lovers matching height now unlike before, when Sunset used to be a head shorter than the already tall avian. “Then again, I’m bettin’ Fortuna had its own issues. There’s gotta be all kinds of diseases on that world compared to this one.”
“That sounds about right. It’s easier to take a world that’s a much more blank slight like Fichina and use terraforming to turn it into a wintery wonderland full of cold-adapted vegetation then it is to come up with counters to the local bacteria and diseases of lush jungle worlds like Fortuna.” Urta stated with an agreeing nod before turning to EDI. “Are you and the Autobots ready, EDI? Unlike the Great Fox , you could still enter the atmosphere to deploy us.” Urta’s words caused Slippy to grumble about not being able to upgrade the Great Fox with either Milky Way or Andromedan tech unless the carrier frigate was in dry dock.
“I’m more than ready! I love being mobile while still carrying people in a non-ship form, but I wanna get some more action! I’m all keyed up after Fortuna!” EDI chirped and spun her astromech head around excitedly.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself, EDI, you’re only carrying us into the atmosphere so we can launch.” Said one of the Autobots, one of the few quarians who wasn’t one of mine or Yola’s kids, so I didn’t remember his name, sadly. “We don’t know what things the Aparoids have hiding in the blizzard, so you’re still going to pull back into space the moment we’re deployed.”
“I know Fonn, don’t rain on my parade!” EDI huffed at the quarian and then she looked at me. “Are you ready, mom? We don’t have the luxury of you being all ‘rawr I’m a super-dreadnought’ to leverage here, so you’re going down with the ground team. Did you at least run those Landmaster simulations Falco and I recorded?”
“Yes, sweetie, I’ll be fine. Besides, I’ll have one of your siblings taking care of me if push comes to shove.” I reminded my daughter with a smile before looking down at the planet-wide snow storm we were about to plunge into.
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“*Scree!*” Shrieked the Aparoid crawler that Berserker was wrestling against, the four-legged insectoid beast snapping at his face as it tried to use both it’s mechanical strength and the gravity-altering power it wielded to press past his herculean power. It was almost cute.
“Be silent.” Berserker hissed coldly before head-butting it, slicing the head in half with his right flaming Doom Blade. “I can hear them in my head. I didn’t think they could reach out like that.” He shook his head as they tested his mental fortitude.
“At least we know what became of the soldiers manning this outpost.” Selene grimly intoned as she bisected an Aparoid Soldier that was formerly a Cornerian soldier. “These poor people. They’ve been stripped bare, like the Husks the former-Reapers and now Hell turns people into. Aside that they are possessed of a vile cunning.” Selene observed and Berserker had to agree, considering unlike Possessed Husks, these troops still had coordination and discipline.
“Good thing we’re covering the skies, huh?” Lois O’Donnell, the female version of Wolf cockily asked as she leaped off of the crushed remains of her latest opponent to land next to Wolf, who had finished blasting an Aparoid with his shotgun laser, which was interesting in that it was essentially a hardlight projector that launched a conical short-range burst of red hardlight.
“Indeed, had the nearest Cornerian airbase not sent air support, we would have been hard-pressed against these opponents, Lord Berserker.” Selene agreed and Berserker huffed. He didn’t like it, but these things fought as fiercely as demons, but with the coordination of a hivemind species, because that’s what they were.
“Hold on...get ready for some serious action! I’m having them beam down our Wolfens, Lois! Something big is about to happen!” Wolf pointed into the sky to the east and from there the hexagonal panels that preceded the Aparoid warp-travel began to appear.
“A gate that size...a Titan?!” Selene gasped in disbelief and Berserker shook his head.
“No, but it might as well be classified as a Titan, whatever it is.” He said with a grunt as the abomination started to manifest before them. “Well, shit. That’s a big one.”
“I’ve seen bigger, but not in-atmosphere.” Wolf growled as they all looked up at the giant UFO with four legs. It was almost the size of the outpost and was bristling with laser cannons on both the top and bottom. It was also deploying more Aparoids, both land troops and ships.
“I hope your Wolfens have serious firepower, Wolf, because if that thing gets established, these bugs will have this planet for lunch!” Berserker joined the veteran pirate in growling up at their foe, because unless he was willing to risk Katina’s immediate geological stability, he didn’t have a way to fight that thing directly.
“Don’t worry about that, we’ve got it’s number in the form of gunship-class laser cannons and smart bombs! You guys and gals get to have fun with their foot soldiers.” Lois winked at Berserker and sped towards the two roughly Arwing-like yet bulkier black and red ships alongside Wolf.
“I like her, Lord Berserker, but I think you’ve met her before by your auras.” Selene observantly stated, while clearly lamenting that she wouldn’t get to try the wolfess in combat or other ways. Berserker had learned that when she wasn’t being an adorable egghead, she was quite the gladiatorial warrior and a passionate lover.
“Yeah, I think she’s with Lunahisa.” Berserker nodded before his right shoulder-mounted launcher fired a short-lived singularity into a horde of Aparoids, sucking them into nothingness until it disappeared.
Ch.131
“Are you sure that suit is warm enough, mom?” Questioned one of my many sons, Keratin, who was my Landmaster escort/partner for this excursion.
“My Enviro-Suit is r-rated for EVA s-son. It's just me who isn’t u-used to temperatures so far below f-freezing that I’m sh-shivering despite being resistant, s-suited and safe i-in here.” I chattered as I hugged myself and tried not to let the desolate blizzard outside of my son’s hull further the mostly psychosomatic chill I was experiencing.
I’m sure it must be my assimilated Aparoid nanites responding to nearby Aparoid signals in some way. “Just remember that if you need to bail, you can, mom. You can still go back up to sis if you don’t think you can handle this cold.” Keratin insisted and I huffed as I willed the chilling sensations in my body to be ignored by my body’s automated reports.
“I’m fine , son. Just focus on driving while I have my sensor suite sweeping.” I insisted in return and indeed was using my more advanced sensors to give Keratin’s a boost so that he and I, along with Yola and Gossamer were leading our platoon of tanks through the blinding white-out of the storm.
There were Aparoids in the fog of war, lunging out at us occasionally. Unfortunately for them, the Landmaster is a piece of militarized art and our children are far superior to any normal vehicle. The combination of incredible responsiveness in maneuverability, terrain traversal and robotic precision made these attempts by the various forms of Aparoid to be utterly useless.
“I don’t think we’d be this good, normally.” Fox voiced, somehow being anti-murphy enough for me to imagine a man raising a fist in anger.
“Did Fox just find the Anti Murphy method?” Urta chuckled and I rolled my optics.
“Anti what now?” Slippy questioned while I updated the terrain map and Keratin led the way forwards in the general direction our coordinates said the weather control center should be.
“A way to counter someone invoking the Karma God, Murphy. Basically, you have to voice how bad you are at the right moment and it’ll balance out what someone else said before a big operation. If you’re too optimistic about events, then Murphy will throw you a curveball. And no, you can’t Anti Murphy all the time, it has to be under circumstances like this. Otherwise you come off as too humble and invoke Keanu Reeves, who, while breathtaking, is too humble for his own good.” Yola stated factually while I pondered if German tank crews in the world wars found the tundras of Russia this rough.
“Hopefully Fox did a good job, because I think we’re there.” I informed everyone as the white metal structure loomed up ahead. Seriously, who decided to paint it white ?
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Somewhere on Corneria, an older tactical officer sneezed.
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“Coffee coffee! Hiiiya! !” The disturbing dark brown bean-like abomination that Aliata either created or summoned, shouted before spraying a concentrated stream of black dark roast coffee from it’s masculine bosom directly into the mouths of two of Oikonny’s utterly exhausted minions at the desperate plea/wish one of them made for coffee after having worked for several straight hours.
“Aliata!” Oikonny chided and his little fairy friend-with-benefits bowed towards the energized minions while wailing in apology.
“Sumimasen! Sumimasen! Sumimasen ~!” The yukata-wearing reptilian fairy apologized profusely, having instinctively responded to the words ‘I Wish’ when enjoying lunch with Oikonny.
“I feel strangely energized and have an unusual desire to attend a heavy metal concert!” The two simian minions then did fairly offensive waist-height fist pumps and then ran off excitedly with the coffee monster in eager pursuit.
“I’m going to instate that anyone around one of Wiatr’s fairies needs to watch their phrasing.” Oikonny sighed and gently patted Aliata’s smooth head with a finger to soothe her.
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“Okay, maybe I should hear them out.” Wolf muttered as he looked on in disbelief from what he was seeing down below. Berserker and Selene ripping and tearing through the hordes of Aparoids like they were paper.
“Wolf, focus! We have a more pressing matter to deal with!” Lois growled as she wove her Wolfen through lasers and around homing fireballs.
“Right, but do you know these people?” Wolf questioned Lois as he looked on and saw Berserker approaching a fairly big Aparoid.
“Oh? You’re approaching me? Instead of running away, you’re coming right to me?” Questioned the big, burly, golden retriever-turned-Aparoid with a cocky grin.
“I can’t beat the shit out of you without getting closer.” Berserker replied bluntly as he approached his absolutely oblivious victim.
“Oh, ho! Then come as close as you like!” The powerful-looking cybernetic dog taunted. “The Queen has shown me true pow-!” Berserker silent the abomination by punching right through its chest, ripping out its spine with the head still attached.
“Fucking dumbass of a retard-nation. Don’t make Jojo references if you can’t back them up!” Berserker huffed in annoyance.
“I know them because my daughter is a good friend of one of their wives.” Lois answered and Wolf nodded in acceptance. He knew people many-times-removed himself, it wasn’t too odd.
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*Crash!* “Yip ! W-what was that?!” Juneau worriedly questioned as she dropped her breakfast burrito back on her plate and instinctively clutched her cumflated womb. Hunter expanded his awareness while petting her scalp to calm her.
“That would be your brother making a mess.” Hunter grumbled as he saw the fool wander into the kitchen, still reeking like a dirty bar. “From the look of it, he broke the coffee table.”
“Sorry, June. I’ll pay for a replacement.” Stika promised as he held his head. “Ugh, hangovers.” The burly husky male went to the coffee maker and poured himself some black coffee to sip after he took a few tablets of what must be pain reliever.
Juneau puffed out her cheeks in anger at her brother’s clumsiness. “You better start marching your sorry ass into the bathroom and wash up. You’re stinking up the place!”
“Yeah, yeah. So, you finally found a boyfriend? I hazily remember stumbling in on you doing the deed.” Sitka asked despite his hurting head with a look at his cum-stuffed sister and then at Hunter. Hunter felt a shock of realization before Sitka gave him a once-over. “A handsome guy too.” Sitka is gay. A quick peek at Juneau’s mind told him that she was completely oblivious to it.
“Gee, thanks for the commentary.” Juneau sighed and rubbed her belly as if she were soothing puppies, but that was clearly just an instinctive response to her womb being so fecund with warm mass. “Good thing you didn’t startle me too much, I’ve avoided moving too quickly so this thing wouldn’t burst inside me.”
“It’s much stronger than you could imagine. Those things have so much capacity and strength that they’re part of our soldier’s standard and emergency kits. Using one as a water bottle in a pinch is entirely sensible.” Hunter patted her belly and she snorted in amusement.
“Definitely not from around here. The military here does the same thing, but those condoms are lucky to survive a good hard dicking let alone carry a bottle or so’s worth of water.” Sitka commented and Juneau rolled her eyes and quickly nommed on her burrito, practically wolfing it down. “Hey, careful. You’re not actually pregnant. Your stomach won’t like that.”
“She’ll be fine. Post-Mod females and herms don’t get pregnancy symptoms unless they’re genuinely pregnant, not counting morning sickness or joint swelling. Don’t worry, you’ll be finished modding soon enough.” Hunter warmly rubbed her scalp and Juneau cooed as she nuzzled his hand.
“Good, because as much as I want to, I don’t feel like I’m ready.” Hunter’s new mate said, causing Hunter to smile in approval. He liked people who knew themselves. It was why he fell for Willow so fast. She knew who she was, even if said person was an unrepentant incredibly sexy slut who fell in love too quickly with anyone willing to share their heart with her.
“Okay, puppy talk from my sis is where I draw the line. I’ll be in the shower.” Sitka downed his black coffee and headed down the hall. He really is a genuine jar-head. Most of what they said went in one ear and out the other. Anyone with half a brain would’ve realized something was up.
“Don’t worry too much about that, just be warned; the female members of my massive polyamorous marriage have a tendancy to become slimes. Only Cadence and my brother’s original suitors escaped that and even then they took a temporary slime transformation for a spin.” Hunter warned the husky and she blinked in bemusement.
“Uh...oh! Like from Dungeons and Demons? Hm...a body that can be both solid and liquid at the same time, able to take any shape or gender...I can see why that would be considered attractive.” Juneau mused and Hunter nodded with a sheepish grin. As much as he enjoyed athletic or muscular women with curves in the right places, the slime-women in his life constantly kept him distracted. Stupid Sexy Slime Sloots! Heh, as Wiatr put it.
*Growl ~* Juneau blushed hotly as her titanic tummy gurgled in demand for food it thought her ‘puppies’ needed and Hunter guffawed. “I haven’t heard a stomach be that demanding since Urta misplaced her nutrition flask. I’ll make you a larger meal, your body needs the calories for your mods anyway.” Hunter patted her head and she eagerly nuzzled his hand, her tail wagging so hard it was slapping his leg as he passed.
“Thanks, Hunter-.” She was interrupted by a squad of Cornerian soldiers bursting into the house and surrounding Hunter, weapons drawn. “W-what the fuck-?!”
“Step away from the woman and hands where I can see them! You are under arrest for suspicion of abduction and colluding with invasion forces!” The apparent squad leader declared as his group swiftly surrounded them.
“June, I’m going to put you someplace safe, please don’t mess with too much of what you find in there.” Hunter told her and before she could question, he pulled the front of his pants forward and she yelped when he stuffed her, face-first, down his pants. She wiggled and struggled at first, but then she pulled herself in, her tail wagging and batting his face until she managed to get her belly in his hyper-elastic relaxing pants and slid the rest of the way into his Inventory. He just had to hope she didn’t decide to play with him while in there…
“W-what did you just do?!” The squad leader demanded in bafflement before Sitka barged into the room with his own blaster aimed towards the ceiling. “Ensign Sitka! Help us secure this Person Of Interest!”
“...Uh, he’s my sister’s boyfriend? For context, if that, y’know, means anything.” Sitka mentioned and Hunter silently sighed in his mind, thankful that the non-sequitur actually caused the other empty-headed soldier-boys to think for a moment.
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“Good news. It still has power. Bad news. It is controlling the weather to be this brutal. Worse news. I need this thing to be shut down first and then rebooted so I can work around the viruses the Aparoids have stuffed this thing’s buffer with.” I grumbled in my report to Slippy and Yola while Fox, Krystal and Urta stayed with our Autobot support outside, keeping the Aparoids trying to storm the place from out of the storm at bay.
“Of course they couldn’t have just put it in the registry or the cache, it had to be the damn buffer.” Yola groused and Slippy scratched his head. “What this means, Slippy, is that we need to find the generators powering this place, shut them down, then turn them back on again.”
“Oh, so it’s like turning a computer off and then on again. With a place this big, that’s a problem. The generators won’t be easy to get to-.” Slippy suddenly noticed the howling from outside ceasing like Yola and I did. “Uh...did the storms stop?”
“Kissht-Slip, Nora, Yola! The weather control center’s shield generators suddenly activated!” Fox shouted over the scratchy comms and the alarms began going off.
“Oh no…” I forgot! The Aparoids have corrupted the facility’s defense drones! “Okay, we need to fight for our lives and look for the generator in the lower levels while Fox and the others destroy the shield generators so we can stop the blizzard and rejoin them.” Then I remembered the generator was corrupted by the Aparoids too...fuck!
“If it comes down to it, we could disconnect the generator and use our own reactors to power the facility.” Yola suggested, likely joining me in remembering what was coming.
“Hopefully not, you would be stuck here until a replacement generator could be built and that could take ages!” Slippy bemoaned as the boxy flying defense drones began appearing from the metalwork of the ceiling. “Not to mention these things!”
“Kissht-We hear you! Fox and them are scrambling to find and disable the shield generators! You try to get the weather under control and we’ll swoop in!” Sunset called over the comms and I promptly grabbed the stocky little engineer, who wailed as I carried him around, dodging sentry bot laser fire and their nearly-blind lunges while Yola used her omni to quickly slice open an access panel in the floor.
“Over here!” Yola shouted the moment she had it open and I sprinted towards her, tossing Slippy down where he yelped upon being caught and I grabbed the panel, dragging it over me as I got into the engineering access just in time for a sentry bot to slam it in, jamming it shut.
“I hate having to squeeze into these tiny places…” I grumbled, my ass and breasts squishing into the sides of the small place until I shrunk in size down to barely five feet tall and my assets adjusted in scale accordingly, so I was able to more comfortably fit down here. Yola did the same and despite our assets, our current heights meant it was manageable. “Okay, we need to find the connection to the generator and unplug it, then turn it back on. After that the buffer will be clear and we can head back up to use the weather controls to stop the constant blizzard.”
“Okay then, if I remember right...the main power feed should be this way.” Slippy muttered, referencing his memory of reading the schematics of the place to move through the tight tunnels, the stocky frog somehow managing to move with more ease than us despite being shaped like a barrel. Then again, we’re shaped like hourglasses. “Okay, I believe this is the main connection for the generator. I don’t see a manual shutoff switch here, it must be located on the generator outside and somewhere else in this tunnel.”
“You mean this one?” Yola asked rhetorically as she pointed at the massive breaker switch handle sandwiched between her bust and the wall.
“Good eye! Let’s get that flipped and then back on again.” Slippy cheered and Yola moved away from the switch, letting Slippy jump and pull it down, a loud thunk sounding moments before the crude lighting in the tight space ceased, casting us into perfect darkness. “Now to flip it back.”
The lights came back on and then I backtracked towards another access panel we passed, since the initial one was too damaged to use unless we were willing to risk high-impact force in such a tight space. Once there, I shoved the hexagonal panel off and jumped out of the engineering shaft in time to dodge a swipe from a sentry bot and sprinted to the control console, rapidly typing away at the interface.
“Control Settings Confirmed...Beginning Adjustments…” The mainframe intoned and I dodged another sentry bot while the system got to work on the blizzard.
“Kissht-Good work! I’m sending your air support, disable those shield generators so we can extract Slip, Nora and Yola!” Peppy announced to everyone while I rolled under another lunge from a bot and did a powerslide to the engineering shaft, pulling the panel on again once more in time for it to smashed into place and I vented a sigh in relief, right into my sister’s face since she hadn’t moved aside and now we were squished chest-to-chest in the tight space.
“So...come here often?” Yola joked and I rolled my optics. Not now sis. Poor, innocent Slippy is here.
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Juneau was ecstatic. At first she was a bit spooked and turned-on by Hunter stuffing her face-first into his pants, but then when she saw the ordered chaos of the seemingly infinite and somehow illuminated boundless space beyond, where gravity didn’t exist besides where it was convenient. Everything stayed in its place, but the only constant was her quickly-beloved new mate’s male genitals. She’d thought his balls felt big under her butt and thighs last night, but to see the basketball-sized spheres without lust blinding her was still drool-worthy.
Ahem, anyway, they made a good waypoint indicator in this place. It had random odds and ends, weapons, food, clothes, armor. It was almost like looking at the storage space of a hoarder with both expensive taste and an OCD need to keep it all actually organized instead of just heaped into a pile. Besides the dirty clothes and junk anyway, those were in messy piles.
She considered playing with her mate’s heaving cum spheres and his sheathe, but he was likely in combat or other stressful sitch and she didn’t want to distract him, so aside from a couple of times to get a bit of a directional concept, like which side of those beautiful balls was the backside and frontside judging by the difference in skin and fur tone of his sack, she left him be.
Still though, why did he have a whole entertainment center with old video game systems that looked like they belonged in museums and accompanying games? Why was there an eye-hurting glowing turquoise cube to power it all? Whatever the answers, she had a means to keep herself entertained in here, food to nom on and there was even a fancy camping toilet that stated on the side it would obliterate all waste deposited into its constituent atoms for ease of storage and dispersal, so she wouldn’t need to leave for...a long time. Shame there wasn’t a shower or a bath...no, wait, there’s one in the toiletries section.
“Does he have this space as just storage or is it a bug-out base too?” Juneau shrugged and scratched at her breasts, which were squeezed into a too-small ‘Animal Crossing’ shirt she’d appropriated and went back to sipping soda and playing a game called DOOM.
Ch.132
“Well, this could’ve gone better. Why the Hell did you think I was in league with the enemy?” Hunter asked the squad leader of the soldiers, who had almost humorously grumbled about false-alarms and set about checking the house.
“Automatic counter-invasion protocol. Katina has been invaded and scans indicated an unknown energy source that matches one found at the invasion site was at this location. So the assumption was that it was a splinter cell and we were sent to deal with it.” The leader aimed a sort of ‘geiger counter’ device at Hunter and it squealed like a stuck pig. “Would you mind explaining the anomalous and high-potency energy signature you possess, sir?”
“...Oh.” Hunter felt fairly sheepish. He forgot, for a good while, that as a cybertronian , his body operated off of Argent instead of Energon, both exotic and powerful energy sources. Bryan was at the invasion site in the Hinterlands, so of course the Cornerian military would pick up their energy signatures if they had sophisticated enough scanners. “I am an alien, but I’m visiting on vacation. My blood is a very potent form of energized plasma.” Which was True .
“Ah, so you’re associated with the aliens the Star Fox Team is working with?” Hunter nodded at the correct assumption. “Ah, then apologize for intruding on your vacay. However, since Juneau Fairbanks is a Cornerian citizen, I need to have a quick word with her that her continued companionship is by her choice.”
“Oh, sure.” “Hey June, these soldiers need to know if you’re with me by choice.” These soldiers may have little between the ears, but they at least they’re rational to a point.
“Uh, okay. Can you open your waistband a bit so I can poke my head out?” Hunter did so and before the squad leader or anyone else could protest, Juneau poked her head out of the front of his waistband. “Hey, I don’t appreciate you barging into my home like this, but thanks for doing your duties. Is my house on mandatory investigation lockdown?”
“Uh, um. Ahem. Yes, ma’am. Sorry for the inconvenience. Do you have anywhere else to stay in the meantime?” Hunter withheld a snicker at the bemusement of these soldiers and Sitka, who was still here because he was June’s brother and also because this was now a ‘potential’ crime scene. Silly, yes, but Hunter knew it was just SOP to make sure they don’t miss anything.
“She could stay with our parents.” Sitka announced and Juneau winced, but huffed and nodded.
“Alright then, sorry again for this misunderstanding. I’ll report promptly that the anomaly is actually the blood of our current allies. Have a good day otherwise.” Juneau hid back in Hunter’s Inventory before he and Sitka were shooed outside.
“Sorry sis. Would you like a ride up the mountain?” Sitka said down at Hunter’s waist and he inwardly laughed at the silliness of people talking to his pants.
“I can handle that. These aren’t vestigial.” Hunter flapped his wings and Sitka looked unsure. “Don’t worry, your sister is safe with me. You should get back to base. June told me you lived on base and I bet they won’t appreciate you not being there if they need you.”
“Ugh, right. Well, you be good to my sister.” Sitka intoned with instinctive familial protectiveness before he went to a flying car that hovered up above the trees and slowly flew away.
“Your brother was surprisingly protective of you, in case you missed that. So, your parents live at the top of the mountain?” Hunter rhetorically questioned as he began to fly towards the snow-capped peak of the mountain range.
“Hunter...what are you doing?” She asked him warily as his HUD highlighted the distant ski lodge and the lifts going higher into the mountains once he broke the treeline.
“I never got to say goodbye to my parents. I regret it to this day. I’m not letting you have any regrets about this.” Hunter replied, already certain with her own desires and thoughts heavily invested on going with him, wherever that may be.
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After hearing the laser blasts above, I climbed the ladder to the undamaged exit panel and popped it open in time to yelp and duck before an Arwing skidded on it’s runners and wing to a stop just past this engineering shaft. “What the fuck! Don’t do shit like that without warning someone!” I snarled as I climbed out and shook my fist at Falco, who was indeed our savior.
“Yeesh, next time I’ll let Sunset rescue you. Now then, can you wingride? I know Slippy can’t, he can climb into the Arwing’s cargo hold.” Falco said as I helped Yola and Slippy out of the engineering access.
“We can turn into tiny ships.” Yola reminded him and gestured around. “You didn’t need to land, we just needed you to clear the area so we could transform.”
“...Woops. Right. Sorry about that Mefi.” Falco apologized as he visibly petted the canopy, who let out a huff.
“I’m not some dainty little slip. If I had any protests to being landed that harshly, I would’ve stopped you.” One of Yola’s many daughters, Mefi’Feell replied and I smirked at her being Falco’s partnered Arwing. “Now get me back up there! We’re not doing any good sitting here!”
“I’m goin’, yeesh!” Falco said in annoyance which I knew was from him being in sarcastic ‘Brooklyn’ tsundere mode. He took Mefi into the sky to fight the assembled Aparoid menace.
“So I finally get to ride in one of you? Seeing you from the outside is one thing, I can’t wait to see how your insides look.” Slippy eagerly said and I shared a giggle with my sister. “W-what?”
“The question is; do you think you can handle it, Slippy?” I wagged my eyebrows and he tilted his head in absolute confusion.
“Our entrance hatch is literally an ‘airlock’ vagina. You would have to climb up inside us.” Yola informed him and the engineer paled so bad his green parts matched his white parts.
“A-ah...um...why don’t I just, uh, stay here? Monitor the weather control system?” Slippy nervously said and I smiled deviously.
“Sorry Slippy, looks like you become a man today.” I joked before I shrunk down to begin transforming and he ran away screaming with Yola chasing him. It was hilarious.
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“He’s still pissed, huh?” Wolf asked Lois as they landed their Wolfens and disembarked.
“Yep.” Lois sighed with a nod. Berserker was seething with anger as he glared up to the sky, where Pigma made his get-away with the Aparoid Core. “He had the perfect shot, too.”
“Yeah, but the Aparoid jumped in front of his shot and took it. Making Pigma’s escape possible.” Wolf huffed in annoyance as he was the one to warn Berserker about the swine and to shoot him down. “You think he’ll still be in the mood to have a chat ?”
“If you can get him to think about something else, then yes.” Lois answered with a knowing smirk.
With an annoyed grunt, Wolf approached the enraged man while Lois was busy with collecting pieces of the Aparoids they’d destroyed. “Berserker, I’ll be blunt. We failed to secure the core, but the planet is saved. That’s the important thing right now. Don’t dwell on one failure among a pile of successes.”
“...Right.” Berserker growled in reply and kicked an Aparoid head in frustration. “This isn’t over.” Berserker huffed before Selene approached them. “Yes?”
“I wish to return to our home and begin running scans and tests to counteract the Aparoid’s infestation.” Selene stated and Berserker nodded in agreement.
“Right, our people will get more out of this than the locals. Call if you need help.” Berserker flipped a black coin to Wolf, who snatched it as he watched the hulking armored male go through a portal with the much smaller female.
“Wolf! Corneria is under attack by the Aparoids!” Lois called out to him and Wolf growled with a rub of his snout.
“C’mon, now ? Couldn’t have waited at least a day after this op for shit to go sideways?” Wolf grumbled and then sprinted for his Wolfen.
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How long were they blind to this? How long were the Aparoids just waiting to strike? “This way, Mister President.” One of the Presidential Platoon soldiers guiding him through the Cornerian Capitol Building urged him and he didn’t bother to chide the soldier for letting his nerves show in this crisis. It has been almost a decade since the Lylat Wars and just over a ten years since the wars opened with Andross assaulting Corneria immediately.
Why oh why did he forget that Celestia, so confident in her magic, didn’t feel the need to have an escape teleporter set up in the capitol building? At least the military’s control tower in the military base had one of those if he was the focus of an attack, otherwise he’d be in this very situation there if he was acting head General and not the current wartime President.
That was a what-if situation, what the current situation was, was that the Aparoids had used their warp gate technology to drop what his military intelligence officers had labeled as Hatchers all across the capital. These Hatchers then used self-contained warp gate technology to start funneling troops into the city. The citizens had quickly ‘rocked out’ to the underground cities with minimal casualties, as they were trained to do, so there was that much at least.
However, his men were dying. They were being captured, enslaved and turned against their brothers and sisters-in-arms. Reinforcements were on the way, but by the time they arrive-. “*Scree!*” Pepper charged his blaster into the red while his soldiers peppered the assaulting Aparoid Crawler that had burst into the hallway, he then unleashed his blast, annihilating the robotic insect in a bolt of overcharged red plasma.
“Keep moving! We need to reach the safe room so that Celestia can teleport us to safety!” These Aparoids had advanced jamming technology capable of even interfering with magical energy wavelengths. Thankfully, Celestia had pre-prepared a countermeasure in the form of an array carved into specific rooms. The safe room was one obvious location for it since unlike the majority of the building, few people would be able to access and analyze the array in there with it sealed most of the time.
“Don’t worry, we’re almost there.” Celestia soothed to one of the soldiers, who was practically jumping at shadows. “The safe room wasn’t far, it just needed to be centralized in the building so everyone could reach it fairly quickly.” Celestia reminded the group before they reached the blank wall where the door to the room was hidden and thus a secret to everyone who didn’t practically live in this building half of the time. “Press here, here and here…”
The wall slid open and they poured into the solid metal box that already had several senior staff and even a janitor hiding within. “Get us out of here, Celestia!” Pepper ordered his secretary and the mare nodded before her horn shined-.
“*Scree!*” An Aparoid Dragoon, the larger and heavier variant of the Crawler, burst through the wall as the door to the room was closing and jammed it open with one of it’s thick front legs.
“Well, this isn’t good.” The janitor, a zebra named Ahti, huffed and vanished just before Celestia managed to finish charging the spell and they were now inside of a dusty and almost abandoned-feeling metal room with no windows. “Ew! So much dust! Ugh, I need to find the nearest supply closet, I feel like I’m gonna choke on this filth.”
“We’ve never had to completely abandon the government offices on the surface before, so it’s not surprising the space set aside for us in Undertown was neglected.” Pepper huffed as he calmed down from the adrenaline high. The crash almost made him take a seat immediately. He was too old for this...
“Uh, how did Ahti get here before us?” A senior staff member asked.
“Don’t question the otherworldly janitor, dear.” Another staff member commented.
“Okay everyone, find your places. Pardon the dust, but we have work to do.” Celestia intoned while Pepper calmed his heart. “I’ll get things in order, sir.”
“Thank you, Tia.” Pepper took a small case from his pocket and dry swallowed the tablet that would help him calm down and prevent his old heart from straining itself. “Now then, I have much to do while the military acts with us being cut off from them. People, please settle into the space and ensure the passages to the surface are sealed and secure.”
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“I am so glad I still had the Gorgon Cannon installed on the Great Ape .” Oikonny muttered to himself after his anemic defense fleet had successfully destroyed an invasion force of Aparoids that had appeared without warning. He’d lost two more frigates and several gunships, but the remainder of the drone fighters had been lost, rapidly corrupted to aid the enemy.
“Ah, this will work.” A zebra said as he took cleaning supplies from the janitor's closet attached to the bridge and then vanished.
“Who was that?” Aliata questioned curiously, having spent the past hours on Oikonny’s shoulder, unwilling to flee or leave her boyfriend’s side.
“That’s just Ahti. My uncle based the dimensional distortion technology of the original Gorgon off of his ability to leave and reenter our reality at will.” Oikonny casually replied as he considered how to secure his people’s safety against this threat when automated defenses are so easily made a liability against them.
“So, he’s a Void Dweller?” Aliata asked in confusion and fear.
“Nobody knows and nobody really cares. He is an ageless and eccentric stallion who just wants to be left alone to work a humble job and go home at the end of the day to relax. That said, him being employed by Celestia, an ageless mare, isn’t coincidence.” Oikonny replied with a shrug and hummed in consideration. “Perhaps we should dust off the technology we swore off of from Titania.”
“And what is that?” Aliata questioned as she kicked her legs, her heels bouncing off of his collarbone.
“The cloning devices and other resurrection technology were made under the order of Captain Shears to revive my Uncle. It was all very unethical, cruel even. However, so long as we’re not trying to bring back the dead, I believe that flash-cloning willing volunteers who will get paid royalties for their clone’s service is an acceptable use of the technology given our circumstances.” Oikonny grumbled as he looked at the floating hulks of the latest casualties to his people.
“Hm, why not make AI’s by flash cloning and scanning the organic brains? It would make them think like an LI?” Aliata suggested as she nuzzled his head.
“They would be just as susceptible to the Aparoids as drones. There is no point to doing that. It would be even worse than drones because we’d be feeding them thinking entities.” Oikonny shook his head and let out a gusty sigh as the weight of his responsibilities fell on his shoulders once again. That ‘Star Fort’ from Mrs. Feell’s schematics couldn't be finished by the construction drones soon enough, even with Sargasso Station on it’s way from the Meteo belt.
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“Well, at least you came to visit.” Juneau’s dad, Kenai Fairbanks, dismissively commented he went back to reading the news. The older graying husky had a bit of a beer belly, but aside from that was rather fit for a retired middle-aged soldier with nothing to do but manage a ski lodge...which might be part of that actually.
“It is good to see you again dear.” Juneau’s mom, a rather ditzy golden-furred lab named April Fairbanks, cheerfully chirped as she pinched her taller, bustier and buffer daughter’s cheeks, making Hunter’s beautiful new mate blush and her tail to wag while her ears pulled back.
“Mom~...” Mewled the casually dressed shirt-and-shorts-wearing husky who had also found a Navel Pearl that Hunter had forgotten he had on hand as per the orders of his wives for this very instance. At least she didn’t look hyper-pregnant in front of her parents, it would’ve made this whole conversation ten times more awkward.
“Just so long as Mister Marine here takes responsibility and puts you up, we won’t try to take the incident out of his hide since it was beyond both of your control.” Kenai stated sternly with absolute certainty that he wasn’t about to be saddled with one of his children in his home again. Hunter knew he’d put forward the impression of someone very competent, but regularly besieged by conflict. It seems Mr. Fairbanks instinctively liked him. That was good.
“What do you mean by that?” Hunter asked with a raised brow. “Hasn’t she been doing that; making a life of her own?”
“Yes, but since she decided not to go into the military, she wasn’t going to make much money starting out, so we let her live in the old home and moved up here.” April stated pleasantly, as if not making money in a military police occupation was expected . “At least now that she’s had a good few years on the force, she’s making more than enough to find a place to her liking.”
“Your economics are weird.” While it is true that in the military you make a lot of money because the job it entails has a lot of danger in it, that shouldn’t mean regular jobs offer up less.
“Spoken like a Saurian hippie. We’re all entitled to our opinions, but take good care of my daughter and we’ll have no conflict with you. Before you go though, take your pick of the guest rooms for the night. The fire in the Hinterlands is big enough it’s choking the air up here and I don’t want anyone, let alone family, going out in this haze until it dies down.” Kenai declared with a stern look at his daughter, who puffed up her cheeks.
“One time daddy! I only set fire to the camp one time! Hmph !” Juneau huffed and grabbed Hunter’s hand, pulling him away from the private family room of the lodge and into the public area, where some people of varied species were milling about worriedly at the pillar of smoke. “I know it’s only midday, Hunter, but I would like it if we just spent it chilling. Can you enter that storage space too?”
“No, I don’t think so. I might end up turning myself inside-out.” Hunter replied with a smirk. All attempts for anyone not Pinkie failed to use their Inventory for unconventional means.
Someone else being in someone’s storage was pretty standard and there was even a hilariously confounding event that someone called Space-Ception where people pooled into one woman’s storage. Then when inside, people piled into one other person’s storage, repeated hundreds of times and then passed a camera recording through all of their storages to one another. That video was still fun to go back to now and then and it wasn’t just for all the cleavage and crotch-shots it had.
“Aw, well, let’s get your video game station set up in the room.” Hunter perked up, she wanted to game with him? He hasn’t been able to game with someone for a while! His tail batted about happily as she pulled him into an unoccupied room.
Ch.133
“So, are we good?” Fox asked over the comms while we returned to the Great Fox once the Aparoid-infested generator was defeated and we quickly jerry-rigged me to power the weather control center until Slippy, Yola, Tali and numerous other tech-savvy folks quickly pieced the generator back together. I was tiredly floating into the hangar at the size of a car.
“I think so.” I groaned as I landed and squated tiredly, closing my optic to help rest my mind while several people began leaving me. Normally I’d be relishing the sensation, but with how power-hungry that weather control station is, I’m shocked that a mere hydrogen-fission reactor was enough to power it when I’m running off of nearly mystical Spark and Mass Effect drives.
“Not to rain on your parades everyone, but we have a situation. All hands report to the bridge before you go and crash in your rooms.” Peppy wearily told us over the intercom and I joined the others in groaning in despair.
“Just our luck, it’s always like this the moment a big contract comes our way.” Falco huffed as he jumped out of Mefi and the beautiful quarian Transformer shifted to follow him with Sunset and her wingman the changeling Autobot, Odonata, doing the same.
“Way I see it, that just means you’ll be flying us more often.” Odonata said and he didn’t even flinch when Sunset chuckled and slapped his rock-hard ass.
“Damn straight! Flying with you guys is like our Arwings, but paired with sex ! Well, not literally, though I wonder~...” Sunset purred and Odonata wagged his brows at her. “Oh hell yeah.”
“Time for that later, Sunset. I sense whatever is going on it has Peppy rather stressed.” Krystal gently chided the lustful unicorn, who schooled her expression to one of seriousness.
“Can I please just go to my recharging berth?”I pleaded tiredly before transforming into my teeny-tiny self and then reluctantly sizing back into my usual size.
“It’s still called a bed, sis. We’re not like those bots from your memories. I would say yes, but the bridge is on the same level as the crew quarters anyway, so you might as well listen in first.” Yola kindly insisted and I whined even as she put my right arm over her shoulders and wrapped an arm around my back to half-push, half-carry me onward.
“But I’m so tired ~...” I whined and allowed myself to be taken on the elevator, which I still think is stupid even if it’s being used to get my tired ass from the bottom of the ship to the top.
Once we had all assembled on the bridge, Peppy stopped his pacing and ran a hand down his face. “Alright...so Corneria has been invaded by the Aparoids and is now under occupation. The citizens have Rocked Out so they’re safe for now, but the Cornerian fleet is having trouble clearing out the infestation so they’re pulling resources from Katina now that it seems the Aparoid incursion on Katina has been resolved.”
“So we’re going there next, Peppy?” Fox asked and then blinked in surprise when Peppy shook his head.
“No, Fox. While Corneria has been invaded, the citizens are safe and President Pepper managed to Rock Out along with Celestia and the other executive officers. That said, their last standing orders are to be followed and that is to aid Star Wolf in apprehending Pigma. He was on Katina and stole an intact Aparoid Core Memory. That Core could be the key to finding the Aparoid Homeworld and striking a decisive blow against them.” Peppy informed everyone and even though I was tired, I stood straighter and nodded when people looked at me.
“Pigma is a fool and he’s done something that puts the whole system at risk. We need to find him and get the Core.” I affirmed to everyone and then I leaned more on my sister. “So...can I go to sleep now?”
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“Should’ve killed that swine instead of letting him leave.” Leon coldly intoned and Panther, who wasn’t part of the team when Wolf kicked both Pigma and Andrew off, scooted away from the chameleon at the cafeteria table of the carrier frigate.
“That’s not our way, Leon. I may regret not doing it, but I also would be an enormous hypocrite if we did.” Wolf defended his past decision from his SIC between bites of his cloned meat. “Besides, if I did that, I’m sure Andrew wouldn’t have even considered hiring us now.”
“I know he isn’t a topic anyone here likes talking about, but why did you kick him off the team? Andrew I get, he’s a hopeless dreamer, but Pigma is clearly a shifty sort and suited to piracy.” Panther questioned, the curiosity getting to the cat. Besides, it seemed that since he was now their target, it only seemed fair that he was now an open topic.
“Outright piracy, not the way we do things if I remember right?” Lois asked with a look at Wolf, who nodded. “I’ll bet he killed when it wasn’t necessary, stole more than reasonable and was just an all-around asshole to everyone.”
“Pretty much. Didn’t help that he along with Andrew were part of Andross’s deal for hiring us during the Lylat Wars. He betrayed Star Fox, getting James killed and I had no illusions he wouldn’t betray us too, so I got rid of him at the first sign of treachery.” Wolf snarled and accidentally bent his fork in his grip, then huffed and bent it back.
“I sense a deeper note there. You hated him for killing James?” Lois probed and Wolf paused.
“...James and I were rivals for years. We were often on opposite sides on jobs, much like how I am with Fox now. Hearing he was taken out by Pigma by betraying him appalled me. I’m still pissed about it. I’m glad Pigma’s given us this excuse, because I’m going to make him squeal before he dies.” Wolf declared before cleaning up his tray and leaving them on that dark note.
“Wolf has a rather unique sense of honor. He respected James McCloud. I did too, to be fair. However, I was able to quickly move on, this line of work is always dangerous. Wolf was able to look past it in favor of the job like the professional he is, but as he said; he still harbors great resentment towards Pigma for his actions.” Leon added his own two cents while looking directly at Gilda, who had remained oddly quiet the whole conversation.
“So don’t be a total bitch and I’m good. Got it.” Gilda then went back to her meal and Panther felt happier about his choice in what gang to run with. He was a romantic sort and Wolf’s roundabout sense of honor and his respect for the strong-willed and skilled was quite a magnet for interesting things.
“Just be ready to get sand in places you’d rather not have them. According to the navigator, we’re following Pigma towards Titania.” Lois warned them and perked up before pulling her face off, revealing that by this point the humble terrier of a janitor had turned into Lois entirely aside from the cybernetics. “Quickly! Put me in your cleavage!”
“O-okay.” The meek counterpart to Lois mewled and unzipped her jumpsuit-. “Yip !” Everyone gawked as giant honking tits the size of yoga balls dumped out of her utility jumpsuit, slamming the table and actually denting it with the sudden impact of hundreds of pounds of titflesh. “H-holy fuck! W-what is-?!”
“Just put me in-!” Lois demanded, but flinched when she was cut off.
“Mom!” An angry drunk woman slurred loudly and everyone looked to see a stumbling towering ten-foot-tall purple reptile with wings in skin-tight jeans and a crop top that hugged her beach-ball sized boobs. “Yew been gone-hic-too long! Lil sis is sad! Time to go home.”
“Ellie, I’m busy right now! I’m-put me down !” Lois shouted at the purple alien as she plucked the sapient mask from the overwhelmed wolfess’s hands.
“Uh, had hic, one of Wiatr’s bourbon potions too-hic. I want relief.” The reptile slurred as she shoved Lois on the former terrier and started dragging them away, unzipping her pants, a strong male odor coming from her.
“Uh...I’m not even going to bother trying to figure that one out.” Gilda shrugged and everyone nodded in agreement that nobody was to bother with wondering about the space dragon.
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“So, this is basically what you do in real life in your universe?” Juneau asked as she got a glory kill from a Mancubus to heal before going at an Unwilling with a chainsaw to get more ammo.
“More or less, yes.” Hunter answered with a nod.
“Kick-ass. At least you’re not a meathead like I assume this guy is.” Juneau gestured at the screen and Hunter shrugged it off.
“He’s considered an outcast. An anomaly they can’t trust.” Hunter reasoned with her and she tilted her head sideways.
“Why?” Juneau asked as she launched a grenade into a Cacodemon’s mouth.
“Because they don’t have control over him.” He answered.
“Oh, typical governmental bullshit. They don’t trust what they can’t control.” Juneau huffed angrily and Hunter nodded his head in agreement.
“So I’m guessing your government may not like us?” Hunter finally asked.
“It’s as you said; you guys are an anomaly. While I have my doubts about the Cornerian Government, they’re not against accepting help. Just don’t expect them to appreciate it for long.” Juneau reminded him once more that the entire reason that she was interested in him is because he was a complex person with depth and character. His title in her mind of being a god-in-the-sack was just a second consideration both to Hunter’s humor and pride.
“Right, I understand.” Hunter sighed since he may have to reconsider whether to talk with the Cornerians or the Venomians.
“I hope you do, because that’s why I like you.” Juneau’s ears wilted and fears of rejection were budding in her mind, which he put to rest by leaning towards her and wrapping her in his wing, causing her to yelp since he stole the controller to play instead. “Hey! I didn’t die yet!”
“I was getting bored waiting.” Hunter said sarcastically as he played, showing off his skills in the game, which was on Nightmare mode. Ultra-Nightmare was too cruel with it’s perma-death for the husky.
“Hmph! Well, in that case, I’m gonna take a nap in this nice blanket.” Juneau playfully snarked as she snuggled up against him and closed her eyes.
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“Ugh, Ellie.” Wolf heard as he approached Lois's room. Curious, he entered to find Lois with a huge reptile on top of her aiming twin cocks at his female counterpart’s face. “I’m so full already.” Lois’s hyper-sized breasts were out of her clothes. Wolf didn’t understand the magic behind it, but any top she put on downsized them for convenience. She was also perched on them and a matching belly while the purple herm lizard hosed her down with cum.
“Mrr~! You look so fucking hot, mom. I wish whatever curse Majora put on us didn’t prevent us from having brats together.” The towering amazonian herm snarled while Lois’s obviously cum-stuffed abdomen visibly shrunk.
“Who are you?” Wolf demanded firmly of the winged purple dragon, which was something straight out of mythology.
“Oo~ handsome. I’m going to-.” *Click* She froze when Wolf was suddenly right next to her with a blaster pressed against her sternum between her breasts. “Uh...I won’t be hurt by that, but okay! I’m cool with this kind of foreplay too!”
“Is she seriously your daughter? She seems like it.” Wolf demanded from Lois, who sheepishly smiled.
“Yes. Wolf, this is my eldest daughter Eleanor and she wants you to pound her pussy and stuff her full of…would she have a live birth or not? I forget?” Lois commented as Ellie whipped her long segmented tail at the door panel to close it.
“Eggs, mom. I have eggs. Now then, let’s see what you got!” Eleanor licked her pterosaurian chops as her male genitals suddenly vanished, revealing her puffy and drooling feminine sex.
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I was woken up by someone sucking my left nipple and fingering my cunt. “Oh~...no~...I’m not in the mood~...” I mewled and whimpered, instinctively pushing my chest out and humping back against the pleasure of the fingers writhing in my quim. When I opened my eyes, however, I tried to scream, only for my mouth to be muffled. “Mmph! Hmph !”
“Obey us. Obey us. Obey us.” The insectoid monster that looked only vaguely like a xenomorph with it’s metal carapace hissed into my ear as it’s tube-tongue sucked my nipples and it’s long fingers fucked my vagina. “We are superior, all life will join us, become one with us.”
“Mmh!” I cried as a large cock from the tip of the Aparoid monster’s tail started sliding on my pussy lips. “Mm !” I jolted when it removed it’s fingers and rammed it’s tail-cock into me. I struggled, but it held me down, denying my strength. I summoned my tentacles to try and pry it off of me, but I felt so weak, like my extra limbs were no stronger than a babe’s grasp.
“Yes! Yes! Take us! Be one!” It hissed in pleasure as it pounded me and made me orgasm. This orgasm was different, it made me weaker ! I-it’s fucking the resistance out of me! Someone! Help~ !
“Hm!” I weakly cried as I saw it lick its lips as a bulge formed at the base of its tail. Please! Help me~!
Begone
At my dad’s voice, the monster shrieked and I jolted upright, gasping and thankful I couldn’t sweat. I was alone in my room aboard the Great Fox . It was never here. That was a nightmare! I was attacked while in sleep mode!
I then grunted in orgasm and felt cum pulse through my male tentacle, but I gasped when the heat flooded my womb. “What?” I groaned as I looked between my legs to find my hectocotylus tentacle shoved up my cunt and slowly pumping seed into my womb. I moaned as my belly swelled up when Yola poked her head in through the door, likely investigating my noises.
“H-holy...we can self-inseminate, why didn’t I think of that…?” Yola blushed hotly in arousal and I huffed and bit my lip, trying not to cum again from how incredible this felt.
“I didn’t, I woke up like this!” I groaned and tried to remove myself from my vagina, but pulling on my tentacle only triggered another female orgasm and made me cum more! This set off the reaction of me milking my tentacle to cum again ! “Oh~ g-get me outta me~...” I whined and spasmed on my bed, looking up at my sister pleadingly as I filled myself. Oh fuck, if I wasn’t so unprepared for this, I’d be enjoying this more than I already was!
“This is so hot!” Yola moaned and I saw her own hectocotylus tentacle writhe as she got on my bed and aimed it at my lips as she rubbed my belly. “Mm~, do you think you’ll impregnate yourself sis? Pop out a bunch of cute little baby-clones of you?” Yola didn’t wait for my answer, driving her tentacle into my mouth and I moaned as I sucked, the pleasure overwhelming me.
“Yola, is-oh come on , don’t do shit like this without me!” Jack shouted angrily and rushed in, pulling Yola’s tentacle from my mouth and sitting on my face, pressing her panty-clad groin to my lips as she sucked on Yola instead, so I grabbed her thighs and used my tongue and teeth to move her gusset aside.
I’m filling myself up and these two want to fuck, well fuck it! I’m horny as hell and I’m gonna, unf, enjoy the situation. “Ah! Should we just have an orgy?” Yola moaned while she kissed and licked my growing belly, practically worshiping the expanding light lavender dome while I used another of my tentacles to dive into her thus-far neglected cunt.
“That belly is so sexy.” Jack purred humping my face before deep throating Yola’s semen noodle.
“Orgy?” Tail asked, poking her head in. “Holy-is she fucking herself ?!” Tali asked in an aroused squeak and I moaned into Jack’s mons as my womb churned. I can’t see it, but I feel it touching the bottoms of my lover’s breasts, so it must be huge and I can’t feel myself slowing down!
“Yes, come worship our wife’s belly!” Yola moaned as she hugged and humped my fecundity. W-wait.
“I’ll get the others. We’re still a day out.” Tali purred and left as both Jack and Yola devoted themselves to kissing, rubbing and licking my inflating womb. W-what? Why are they so focused on that? I know it’s sexy, but-.
“Hold up!” Urta shouted as she burst into the room and yanked Yola and Jack off of me, then I squeaked as she yanked my pumping tendie out of my convulsing cunt. “BE GONE THOT! ” Urta slapped my massive Yoga-ball of a belly and it vanished, the odd compulsion to seed myself ceased and I was left a gasping and panting wreck on my bed.
“W-what?” Yola groaned as I looked at my flat abdomen.
“That thing growing inside her was a parasite! Nora, are you okay?” Urta worriedly asked as she stroked my lower stomach and I whimpered, remembering the nightmare. I guess dad chasing off the spectre of the Aparoid Queen wasn’t enough to entirely prevent me from getting tainted.
“N-no. The Aparoids, they’re trying to…” I hiccuped and shivered, trying not to cry at how helpless I felt as the Goddess of Fertility shushed me and stroked my hair.
“I’ll need you to let me cleanse your balls.” Utra told me pointing her cock at my tentacle and licked my abdomen. Wait what is she-?! I groaned when she shoved her flared glans at my tentacle, somehow pushing herself in and her vastly thicker male organ seemed to be sucked into my mating tendril, causing me to gasp and spasm.
“Wait! That’s too-guh!” I groaned in pleasure and pain as she humped herself in. She kissed and rubbed my lower stomach and gyrated inside of my hectocotylus. Soon enough, I felt her maleness throb, her churning massive balls pulsed and I screamed as she came into me. I couldn’t take it and I fainted from the stimulation overload.
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“Fuck, fuck,” Urta groaned as she rubbed her inflated beach ball testicals.
“Why did you do that?” Penny asked her sister as she looked over Nora.
“She needed it. I didn’t think she’d cum back that hard though.” Urta groaned and used her tail to cradle her churning and brightly shining nuts.
“That was stupid, what if you’re infected?!” Penny snarled, glad that she’d had the foresight to usher the others out of Nora’s room after she came to investigate the commotion.
“I’d be impressed if they can manage that with Argent Slime.” Urta hissed as her balls churned, sloshing around as the Aparoid nanites swam about in them. “Well, it doesn’t seem like they can infect me. I’m still going to get rid of them though.” Urta huffed as her body began shining brightly and became so hot that the room rapidly became a dry sauna.
“What are you doing?!” Penny screeched while shielding Nora’s unresponsive body with her own Argent Slime body, which she belatedly considered might be counterproductive.
“I’m trying to incinerate them by superheating my Argent.” Urta snarled as her balls became blindingly bright.
“What about the Great Fox ?! She’s not exactly designed to withstand that much heat!” Penny screamed at her sister and tried not to look directly at the glowing icon of virility.
“Shove me in your inventory then! They are burning up!” Urta hissed and Penny unzipped her suit before opening her cleavage so her sister could dive into her inventory. The very contact of her own Argent Slime with Urta’s currently hyperactive body of the same composition robbed Penny of her ability to think straight for a bit. She may have even creamed her suit, but at least she could reabsorb it.
“Is everything okay?” Fox asked worriedly when he poked his head in the door with others also worriedly poking their heads in.
“Everything’s under control. Nora’s seed was infected by the Aparoids. Damn buggers nearly turned her into a broodmother or something.” Penny snarled as she took a seat on the bed next to her wife’s head. “She was bitten back around Fortuna and she assumed she’d assimilated their nanites. I guess repeated exposure is more powerful.”
“She didn’t get hit by any of them back on Fichina though...that’s disturbing. We’d better get everyone checked over, make sure nobody is carrying a bug.” Fox and the others withdrew their heads from the door and it closed before Penny sighed and plopped onto the bed next to Nora.
“Damn it...from what the others say, seeing Nora literally fuck herself was beyond sexy. Now she may never want to do it…” Penny bemoaned at missing the sight, even if Yola was willing to try it out later.
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“We’re not allowed to leave?” Juneau asked her father worriedly and the middle-aged husky huffed in frustration.
“No. None of us are. The military is treating the situation like this is an invasion instead of a brush fire. We’re all to stay inside and be ready to defend ourselves. You told me enough to know some freak bioweapon got loose in the Hinterlands, so I bet it’s either one of Andross’s or the government is getting their hands dirty. Not my business to know. Either way, just stay in your room outside of needing food or to speak to us.” Kenai told his daughter and Hunter before tramping to the next room to deliver the bad news to customers of his lodge.
“Well...shit.” Hunter sighed as he and Juneau returned to their room. “Maybe we should have left earlier.”
“Well, it’s too late now. If we disappear my parents will absolutely report us and being wanted for questioning isn’t a good thing, even if you’re not guilty.” Juneau whimpered apologetically and nuzzled Hunter’s chest. “Guess we get more vacation time, just all cooped up here instead of on a beach or my own house.”
“Then it’s not a vacation, it’s a quarantine.” Hunter corrected her and she snorted.
“What? Never been forced to self-isolate for a massive pandemic? Katina has had several, since the flora here lets off spores most people were deathly allergic to until vaccines could be developed to prevent people’s lungs and sinuses from swelling so much they suffocated. I’ve had less in situations like this before. This time I have someone special to spend it with.” Juneau said as she pressed against him, hugging him and breathing in his pheromones from his thicc fluffy neck.
“I think my brothers and I were lucky enough to not have experienced it. That doesn’t mean it didn’t happen at some point after we were gone.” Hunter hugged her back and breathed in her own scent from the back of her neck after he hooked around her head to bury her nose in his neck floof. Scenting was an incredibly calming and intimate thing he didn’t do much before he met Juneau. Sure, musk play and marking and whatnot during sex, sure, but never casually snuggling, sniffing and relaxing.
“Mm...shmel gud…” Juneau drowsily murmured into his throat and Hunter dragged the both of them to their temporary bed for a sudden nap. Might as well get some rest out of this.
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“Hah, ah, hng. I-is this, oof, the best time?” Ghost meekly asked as he sprinted on the treadmill while Jack was monitoring his progress.
“I almost got your mom killed by being a horny dumb bitch, Ghost. I need an outlet and training other people has turned out to be a really good outlet for me. Now then, try swapping between alts while sprinting and try to stay on the treadmill.” Jack ordered the teenage transformer.
“What?!” Ghost huffed before trying to do so, going from bipedal to all fours, sprinting even faster and only tripping up slightly. “Whew! That, hah, was invigorating!”
“Don’t stop there. Who knows how useful it might end up being, but if you can keep changing forms while constantly on the move, you could seriously throw off your enemies.” Jack pressured and Ghost nodded before jumping and changing back to bipedal, hitting the moving treadmill and yelping as his poor paw placement sent him flying back onto the floor. “Get up! You won’t get better if you don’t figure it out!”
“Yes ma’am!” Ghost gasped out as he jumped to his paws and hurried back onto the still-going treadmill. He found Jack super hot right now and seeing her satisfied smirk at him obeying her excited him like he couldn’t believe. If it wasn’t being used for stability, he knew his tail would be wagging like crazy. “Okay, hah, gonna go again.”
“First go feral, then go back, then if you don’t crash just keep going until you do.” Jack ordered and Ghost obeyed, going feral, landing, running, then jump, land, succeed at running, do it again. He kept going, feeling his body scream and protest to the stresses he was putting it under, but he knew that the more he did this, the more his body would adjust and make such activity easier.
However, for now, this next epic faceplant followed by skidding across the exercise room floor and into another exercise machine was evidence enough he would need to take a break on that for now. “Ow...I think I’m missing fur…”
“You did good. You managed to do that continuously for several minutes. Keep that up and anyone you’re up against will have a bad time trying to even hit you.” Jack praised him as she helped him up and almost overbalanced, but instead of bringing him down on top of her, he caught her and she snorted. “Heh, you guys are all so heavy. I should get some of that military level modding done so I have the weight and muscle to heft you up.”
“I don’t know, Jack. You can trounce us all with your mind. I think you get a pass on physical enhancements.” Ghost snarked at her and she punched him in the gut, which didn’t do much of anything and he chuckled at how she was shaking her hand. “Sorry. I’m still metal even if I near-perfectly mimic flesh.”
“Well, is that a gun between your legs or are you happy?” Jack chuckled as she looked at his groin, then pouted at not seeing even a bulge. Damn fancy magic and making male bulges nonexistent.
“You and I both know that’s not how pants work for people with magic.” Ghost huffed in amusement and looked around before cupping his groin and thrusting at her, making her eyes widen. “But you’re right. I’m totally hard right now. I haven’t had a serious adrenaline rush like that in ages. It beats my video games by miles, but even then I don’t think I’ll turn into an exercise junky.”
“Really? Yikes, you’re lucky you weren’t tripping over your dick.” Jack joked and wondered what the rest of down there looked like. She got a very intimate look at the external bits...
“Thankfully that part of me doesn’t seem to ‘engage’ right away between forms. Besides, in my feral form, there’s a physical inability to get an erection during rapid motion for that very reason.” Ghost informed her and Jack felt relief at the idea that the big guy wasn’t going to be hurting himself due to her training.
“Good, now then, let’s...uh...Ghost…?” Jack warily asked as the taller white wolf approached her and she gasped when she was backed into a wall and found herself pressed between his rock-hard body and the solid metal wall. “H-hey now…”
“Hey, Jack. Nobody’s around...you got me all riled up. Would you be a good teacher and help me deal with my distractions?” Ghost growled hungrily and Jack felt her heart pound beneath her breasts, trying to burst out of her sternum at the usually shy guy being so forward.
“Uh...I...uh...n-not now? Rain check? I get you’re horny and all, but I’m not...exactly...” Jack couldn’t resist when he leaned down and kissed her. She whimpered and pressed into his touch as his hands ran down her back to grope her ass. “Mm...oh fuck, Ghost. Take me somewhere. Grr, now you’ve got me going!”
“That was the plan.” Ghost growled and picked her up, running for the nearest access to the EDI’s underbelly for some quick, hot, nasty fun. It would be his first time, but hot damn did he need an outlet!
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“So, Selene and I were infected, but the Aparoid nanites couldn’t convert me because it was hot?” Berserker asked the Scinox, Zenia. As soon as they returned, he wanted to be scanned for any potential infection. Selene and himself were clean since they were celestials and thus had protection aura bullshit.
“Correct. It would seem anything with Argent inside could slow the infection down to the point the parasites eventually burn away. It seems it can’t survive in extremely high temperatures, it must've been like trying to swim in lava.” Zenia explained as she looked through the notes. “While we can somehow build up an immunity, we shouldn’t risk it. From what you’ve told us, the Aparoids are still a threat if they can turn the surrounding environment into bioweapons. I hope Lord Hunter and his new mate are alright.”
Berserker hummed in thought when she brought his brother up. He didn’t hear from the silent warrior, yet. “I may need to prepare for the worst, if and when he calls. I get the feeling things have become a little more complicated.”
“Are you sure that is wise?” The Scinox questioned her king.
“Just in case things go sideways and the Cornerian military can’t handle it anymore.” Berserker replied as he used his omni-tool.
“Understandable. What will you be using?” Zenia inquired.
“A small mixed fleet with my dreadnought, the Vengeful Retributor , as the flagship. Any bigger than both the Cornerians and Venomians would see us as invaders as well. I’ll also be taking Runner along with me.” Berserker stated as he sent notices of deployment to the relevant people.
“Oh?” The Scinox raised a brow.
“The Aparoids are insects, they have a queen. That means they have a hivemind. Runner will help in disrupting it. Since it’s their greatest strength, it’s also their weakness. They become mindless animals once they lose that.” Berserker explained as he arranged to pick Runner up from where she decided to return, back at Nora’s mansion in fact.
“Ah, yes. Scramble their frequency and they’ll be cut off from their queen.” Zenia gave a dark chuckle.
“Indeed. Did you manage to retain some of the nanites?” Berserker asked her while checking to see if his notices went to the right people. You send a request to the wrong department of the Bureau of Bureaucracy once and you regret the earful forever.
“Yes, at one of our black sites we’ve begun studying them to see if there’s a way to stop their spreading.” Zenia stated, it wasn’t a good idea to conduct such a procedure within the confines of a spaceship, let alone a space-fortress. An isolated asteroid however, was an acceptable risk.
“Do you believe that there’s a cure?” Berserker questioned with a hopeful tone.
“If they haven’t found one before we have, let’s hope we find one for them.” Zenia replied.
“Hm?” Berserker raised an eyebrow as he was messaged by Hunter. “Strange.” Opening it up, the details within states the following: “Should we reconsider?”
“What’s wrong?” Selene came up beside him.
“I’m afraid we may not be able to make any headway with the Cornerian government.” Berserker sighed in annoyance.
“Is he infected by the Aparoids?” Selene questioned, fearing that with Hunter’s psychic abilities, he would be more exceptional to their manipulative control.
“No. From the sound of things, I don’t think the Aparoids can even touch him. Mentally speaking.” Berserker reassured his mate. “Still, I wonder if the Venomians are a better option? I’ll leave that up to Oikonny’s decision.”
“And if neither are?”
“It’s in the hands of Nora’s and the others.”
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“You know, at this rate I might as well rename you Solus Prime after all, instead of planning on giving that title to your sister.” Dad warmly jested and I rolled my optics before I even bothered to open them to the sight of my...oddly cramped soulscape.
“Whoa...uh...I’ve gotten big.” I muttered as I sat up from the bed of thorny rose bushes to realize I was now big enough that the giant tree almost seemed normal to me, by scale.
“You’ve always been big, even when you were human. It is only now as your perception grows and accepts what and who you are that your inner self reflects that.” Papa Primus sagely informed me and I huffed as I poked one of my huge boobs. “As I said, how you see yourself.”
“So I see myself as a big busty baby-baking bimbo?” I rhetorically questioned, because aside from the bimbo part, alliteration is fun, I do see myself that way. I love being big, beautiful and beloved by my beaus. I guess all that’s keeping me from being an acolyte of Wiatr is that unlike her, I actually see my limits and try not to go overboard. Urta’s raunchy tales of their past sexcapades were baffling.
“Which is why I’m surprised you’re still a better fit to inherit Nexus’ mantle rather than Solus’ and your sister suits Solus over Nexus. It’s almost like you two are fated to share your potential.” Primus’ comment made me smile. Of course we do. She’s my sister, my twin, my other half. I love her so much I married her. “Still, that was close. I know defeating and assimilating this universe’s apex of mechanical assimilation will allow you to properly channel the power of the Enigma of Combination, but perhaps this is a task best left to the locals.”
“Excuse me?! No! I have the power to help, I’m not going to just crawl back home!” I hissed at my dad, appalled that he would even suggest it.
“Then that is your decision. I will continue to watch over you, my daughter, but I may be too late next time.” Primus reached down and patted my scalp, my sensitive faux-quarian nerves there made me coo and nuzzle his hand as my elfin ears twitched as high as they could go. I next opened my optics to the disappointing lack of headpats and being on my bed.
I shrugged my shoulders and wriggled to get comfortable before closing my eyes again to get some proper rest, uninterrupted by-. “Headpats!” A child’s voice cheered and I started receiving headpats. Mm...soothing, tingly headpats...zzz…
“Woops...oh well!” A little voice yelped.
“Ugh, who is this?” I asked after I was jolted out of my nap and I picked up a robot fox puppy.
“Wheee!” The little girl giggled and pretended she was flying while I held her up.
“Yola, who is this?” I called out as I emerged from my room, carrying the kit out and looking around the common area to find both Yola and Tali working on what looked like a drone that seemed to be a simple toy compared to what our group usually gets up to.
“Oh, were did she come from?” Tali asked as she got up and looked at the little girl.
“What’s your name, little one?” Yola asked with a cooing babyface that she’d mastered from having to deal with Paretia’s adorable Trine of Ultia, Nitina and Alponia.
“I’m Quintus Prime!” She giggled and wiggled in my arms before transforming into a beast form, becoming an even more precious fennec fox. “Dad put me in Mama Nexus’s belly! She’s really good at making life!” I blinked and gaped like a fish. “Yeah! You’re so good at it, you didn’t even need to be awake for your system to properly eject me from your molecular furnace.”
“Uh, wait...um, so is she a prime? So we have two now?” Yola asked as I wobbled in shock.
“Three! You’re a prime too!” Quintus cheered and jumped to Yola. “Your title is Solus! Hi Yola!”
“Um...I haven’t received any prophetic dreams from Primus though…” Yola looked at me and I sheepishly wrung my fingers together with my elfin ears wagging up and down at my nervous wordless admission. “Oh...okay then. I’m glad you’re not leaving me behind.” Never sis. Never.
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“These things are a blasphemy in the spirit of the Goddess Wiatr.” Intoned the humanoid creature of exposed bone, meat and sinew with a seething wrath. His essence sundered another of the towering monsters apart, the corpse rapidly becoming Infested, part of his body and yet not. “You, who have annihilated all life in this world, perish! Cease so that other forms of life can flourish!”
Nidus Prime, a monster bearing gleaming golden bone as his regalia. Spurs ringed his nearly vestigial skull like a crown while the gilded calcium acted like armor in places or supporting structure for his body that was by all sense of biology, nothing but a mass of meat that was animated in some nearly-impossible manner. His form did not matter, what did was that he could exercise his Goddess’s will to cleanse demons such as these planet-killing monsters.
“Hear me monsters! I, Nidus Prime, will devour you all and turn you into a primordial slurry for the future lifeblood of this planet!” Nidus roared in his zealous fervor before sprinting for his next victim.
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“Is a Warframe supposed to be that powerful?” Penny asked her sister worriedly and Urta shook her head.
“No. That’s just him with his restrictions unlocked. Warframes have limiters, normally. Since we need him to wipe out those Goras or at least weaken them, they’re off for now. The moment things are less dangerous for us, I’ll activate them and summon him back.” Urta informed everyone who was watching the sensor feeds and seeing what the greatest weapons of the Empire were capable of.
“What of Ivara? How powerful is she?” Kasumi asked, having appeared so she could sit down without sitting on anyone or being sat on. She learned not to do that invisible after one of the Autobots plopped down on her lap and almost crushed her legs if not for Ivara’s shields.
“Without my limiters, nobody would be able to fight back after I hit them with a knockout arrow that would keep them asleep for weeks. I could even successfully guide arrows between planets and hook my dash lines on asteroids. Don’t get me started on my Artemis Bow. Frankly, I’m glad I’m limited or life would be so boring .” Ivara huffed and Kasumi nodded in agreement along with KG. I guess, being a gamer myself, I could see a permanent god mode as boring too.
“Unf! Ivara!” Kasumi huffed breathlessly and I rolled my optics at the hermaphrodite living armor screwing her chosen wearer and partner in public again.
“Ship detected in Titania’s lower atmosphere, north-northwest of Warframe Nidus’s impact zone.” Rob reported and the bridge’s hologram zoomed in on a...is that an effing Venture starting mining frigate from EVE Online? Only scaled down to a gunship. “Ship registration: Silver Lining from the Katina Heavy Industries Venture line of mining vessels.”
“Should we warn them? I mean, we launched this attack expecting Titania to be deserted. It’s illegal to be here anyway.” Sunset asked and Peppy hummed.
“Silver Lining...Silver Lining...hold on. Rob, call them.” Peppy ordered and shortly a hologram of a horned lizard popped up. “Well I’ll be! Klippa! What are you doing on Katina, boy?”
“Sup old timer! Hey, the old gang from the Academy. Is Bill there?” The gruff guy asked, sounding half like a trucker and half like a military grunt, without sounding like a redneck. I was sort of impressed at that kind of accent he had going there.
“No, he’s likely still on Katina. You’ll want to get out of there, we just dropped a big risk on Titania to deal with the Goras.” Fox informed the lizard, who chuckled and drank…
“Is that Vodka Beer? Really? This universe has a physical Family Guy cutaway reference?” I asked my sister in bafflement and she shrugged in shared disbelief.
“I see. Would it be alright if I did a strafing run on the way up though? You’ve kinda fucked over my excavation site with all the sand and wind this mess will kick into the canyons, so I could use a bit of fun to vent before I get there.” Klippa requested before Kasumi keened in orgasm.
“How am I not pregnant~?” Kasumi moaned as Ivara convulsed.
“Uh, that perverse moment aside. Sure, just don’t get too close to the action.” Peppy confirmed and the horned lizard got a fairly frightening toothy grin before he hung up. “Well, that’s at least one Goras dealt with.”
“Who was that? He seemed really rough around the edges.” Penny asked Peppy, since it seemed he knew the man the best.
“That’s Klippa. He was up there in the head of the class at the academy like Fox, Bill and I were. He wasn’t a very motivated guy, though. He only flew well because he was too bored to fly like everyone else.” Falco commented instead and smirked. “I see he traded in a fighter for a gunship. I gotta wonder how a guy like him would fly one of those battle-tubs.”
“Fuck~!” Ivara roared as Urta rolled her eyes.
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“Can we please just leave?” Dug pleaded from where he was in the turret controls for the underslung mining laser.
“Nope, now get ready Dug.” Klippa ordered as he dove the Silver Lining towards an untouched group of Goras. “Keep the beam tight, I’m going to sweep right over them!” Klippa pulled up out of the dive and the blue mining laser began to fire. It was a brief thing, a quick flash of a blue laser beam, but it was enough to sever limbs, gouge out eyes, cook their hardened flesh and glass the sand the beam swept over before Klippa flew up and away from the enraged ancient monsters. “Ah~. A good sweep is always fun.”
“Mining lasers are not designed for combat. I hope you know that this means that you’ve violated warranty. Again.” Dug droned as his seat retracted from the mining laser turret and then flipped upright next to the horned lizard.
“Bah, this ship’s warranty was void when I bought your rusty chassis, Dug. What with your cracked AI core letting you give people lip.” Klippa snarked as he began flying towards where the system said the Great Fox was. “That won’t matter soon, though. I’m sure I can afford to pay Slip to overhaul this clunker and get your joints lubed. Failing that, the cargo hold has several hundred pounds of raw ore his team could turn around and sell.”
“Joy.”
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“It’s literally just a down-scaled ship from EVE Online.” I said with faint amusement and interest as I finished walking around the ship that could barely fit in a gantry it was so big and bulky. At least the two ‘arms’ on the front could raise, lower and fold. At least with one up, one down and both folded, the ship was essentially an uneven box and didn’t extend out of the gantry.
“I’m surprised you’re not eyeing the guy who came out of it.” Yola whispered to me and I rolled my eyes. Sure, the yellow-tan 7-foot tall horned lizard had a bulky physique that made him look like he was a meticulously carved statue, but sex is the last thing on my mind right now.
“That doesn’t matter. What does matter is this thing is a fairly nice piece of industrial art, but it’s clearly meant to speedily mine and get away, not fight. I say we change that.” I said as I turned to Slippy, who was doing his own examination of the ship. “What do you think, Slippy?”
“It’s a simple and effective design for what it’s meant for, but it could definitely be better. I see Klippa has already done some less-than-legal modifications, but I’m sure if I tweak things enough for the military to possibly adapt them for use, they could be waived. That mining laser is capable of a far higher intensity than it’s factory model is, for instance.” Slippy commented as he noted things on his omni-tool.
“We might as well, considering who knows how long it will take for Nidus to flush Pigma out of his hole. Even then, I don’t want you going out again so soon, Nora.” Tali said from next to Slippy, having been giving her own input on the mining ship.
“Alright then, let’s consult the owner first.” Yola smiled saucily and I rolled my optics. I swear, ever since seeing me pump myself with my own seed, Yola has been extra thirsty. “Hey~ big guy. So, we’re considering upgrading your ship, any suggestions or objections?” Yola asked as she put her hands on her hips and puffed out her chest a bit. Yikes! She’s really thirsty!
“Nah, have your way with the girl. She’s in need of some TLC, but mind the cargo holds. They have several hundred pounds of unprocessed ore in them and I don’t need to tell you how dangerous that can be.” The hunk with massive pecs and a rippling cascade of abs down to where he knotted his flight suit sleeves replied amicably. “Is there any form of payment you want? I’m willing to trade or pay off any debts.”
“How about you and I-eep!” I pinched my sister by her left elfin ear and she squeaked, nearly creaming herself on the spot.
“We’ll be glad to do it for free unless Slippy would like something to compensate using his materials.” I interjected and rubbed her ear, causing her to spasm and pant in pleasure.
“Sure thing! Let me know if you need anything from me, Slip.” Klippa cheerfully said to his old friend before turning around, revealing the rock-hard ass under his long thick tail hugged tightly by his gray flight suit.
“Sis, if you’re that horny, go find Jack or Penny.” I chided her and she mewled.
“But it’s been ages since we’ve enjoyed the pleasure of a total hunk~!” Yola whined and I wriggled my hips at realizing she was right. All our lovers are objectively female and I have found myself to prefer the female form, but there’s just something about a big, bulky man that just gets my female instincts purring like a corvette. Klippa is really big...
“Girls, I know how you feel. Ever since I decided to play both sides I’ve wound up with so many beautiful women, but I still stare at a really nice-looking man.” Tali was staring after Klippa too and she fidgeted with her hands. “Mm, he looks like you could bounce a brick off of his pecs. Yes, that is a compliment, Jun. No, that isn’t something people should be, but it is something muscular men could aspire towards.”
“Uh...I’m not very comfortable with this line of conversation. Could we get started on upgrading the Silver Lining ?” Slippy nervously pleaded and I nodded, trying not to dwell on the sexy masculine beast that was aboard the ship now. Great! Thanks Yola, now I’m distracted!
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“So, Animal Crossing is literally just a slice-of-life game with cute chibi animal people?” Juneau asked as she played New Leaf.
“Basically, yeah.” Hunter nodded his head as he watched her play. Animal Crossing, while a good game, wasn’t exactly his type. Still, when did this end up in his collection? Did Runner sneak it in? That’s her kind of game.
“Well, I like it. At least to relax.” Juneau chuckled.
“I guess...hm?” Hunter’s omni-tool went off as he was receiving a call from Vinnie, so he answered it. “Yeah?”
“Hey, bro. I heard what’s happened, are you and Juneau doing okay?” Vinnie asked him with concern.
“I think we’ll manage. Any news from Berserker?” Hunter inquired.
“He has our people working on a cure, but is also wondering whether we should make a pact with either government or just leave it to Nora and the others.” Vinnie replied with a sigh and Hunter nodded.
“So much for a vacation. I can even feel Urta’s disappointment from us having to interrupt our time off from here.” Hunter sighed in mutual displeasure at what could’ve been a relaxing time getting ruined by mishap after mishap.
“Hey, even if it’s been full of hiccups, this has been a pretty great vacation.” Juneau commented and Hunter smiled over at one of the best things to come into his life lately get all excited about catching a virtual fish.
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“So, everything is prepared?” Visilia asked as she sat on her throne, waiting.
“All contingency assets are accounted for and in position. Yet-.” Her advisor was interrupted by the doors being slammed open and revealed a distraught Wiatr with the Chaos Trinity and Coco trailing behind her.
“I see they couldn’t keep their mouths shut.” The Queen of Tartarus grumbled as she rose from her throne.
“Visilia! Why didn’t you tell us that groups of Skaven and other Imperial Citizens fled to Devorak?!” Wiatr frantically demanded with a tone of betrayal and concern.
“Because they didn’t want anyone from Andromeda to know. They feared the Empire was starting to lose its way and wanted out. So they looked towards us and we took them in. Can you blame them?” Visilia huffed as she descended the stairs from her seat of power.
“We still would’ve liked to know. Now we hear you’re moving assets into the Milky Way? What’s happening?” Wiatr asked worriedly with a look back at Cocoa, who adamantly shook her head. Visilia appreciated the Goddess of Secrets choosing to remain silent in matters she could’ve easily blabbed about.
“I know for a fact those four could’ve told you, why not ask them?” Visilia reached the final step and stood before her two wives and three nieces/nephews.
“Because We want to hear the truth from you, also because they respect your privacy. We aren’t so considerate when it worries us so much.” Wiatr huffed as her trio of rat tails whipped the floor while she crossed her arms under her bust.
“Because you love us. I know. I don’t want you to know the full truth. You wouldn’t be able to handle it.” The Queen of Tartarus informed her wife and hugged the worried slime skaven, who mewled and wilted. “Please continue to respect our privacy.” Visilia smooched Wiatr’s cheek and she nodded before turning to leave as her other wife and her children all gave her ‘I told you so’ statements before the doors closed.
“My Queen, are you sure just asking is enough? We have kept secrets hidden from the Empire for thousands of years for a reason. Can you trust that those four won’t just spill the secrets of your power, of our power if pushed?” The Advisor prodded her in concern.
“Cocoa would sooner kill herself than give away secrets that could harm anyone she loves. That includes me or anyone else married to her. Those brats are conniving little snakes, but they won’t do a damn thing to harm us for similar reasons. Now, back to work. We have work to do and not a lot of time.” Visili turned back to her throne and ascended, lamenting the weight of her crown, however small it was. She longed for the battlefield over this boring and stressful life.
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“So...how long should I play dumb?” Klippa asked Falco after they’d reached the lounge and Falco fetched him a soda. Likely they didn’t have anything heavier or Peppy hoarded the good stuff in his room.
“Meh, just go with it. These aliens are all sorts of perverse. I know you’re asexual or whatever, but why not give it a spin for once? Maybe you’ll actually enjoy it.” Falco suggested and Klippa snorted with a roll of his eyes.
“I get enough joy in life flying my ship, mining and trading barbs with Dug. I don’t need to complicate things. Though, if they’re so willing to bear with me being a total virgin, then I’ll go ahead and give it a try.” Klippa shrugged and coughed when Sunset abruptly entered the lounge and sat on his lap. “Damn it, Sunny.” Falco laughed as Klippa picked up his girlfriend and put her on the seat next to him. “Yuk it up, you wouldn’t be laughing if you just had her sit on you.”
“I’m not fat, just fluffy in all the right places~.” Sunset joked and Klippa rolled his eyes.
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“Ship detected on full-speed escape vector from Titania. Profile matches Pigma’s ship.” Rob reported and Peppy growled while he had the Great Fox move with all speed to intercept.
“Everyone, Pigma has been spooked and is trying to escape. All available-.”
“Signal lost.” Rob suddenly reported and Peppy choked.
“W-what?! Check again! No ship like the one of Pigma’s size can have cloaking...technology…” Peppy smacked his face into the console and sighed. “There was a fairly recent theft of experimental stealth technology from the System Dynamics R&D on Macbeth. That absolute, gah. Cancel the scramble order everyone. We failed to account for something.”
“Last known general direction of Pigma’s ship before all signs of it were lost: Meteo.” Rob helpfully reported and Peppy grumbled as he patted Rob’s back, thankful for James’s old robot.
“What’s going on?! What just happened?!” Fox demanded as he led the swarm of people onto the bridge.
“We failed to account for Pigma’s stealth technology. We don’t have the means to negate or ignore it, so we lost him almost immediately after he fled the violence on the surface. Rob has his heading, but there’s little to no point in continuing pursuit without a way to work around his tech.” Peppy looked around at everyone and he huffed. “Okay, well, do either of the invisible bioweapons in the room have a suggestion?”
“Oh! Oh! Me! Pick me!” Kasumi childishly bounced with a raised arm while Loki patted KG on the head to commiserate with him on the suffering they faced with the mischievous woman.
“Or, you could ask me.” EDI spoke up, drawing everyone’s attention to the little astromech droid. “I’m a super-advanced stealth frigate with top-of-the-line sensors for reverse-espionage work. Not to mention I’m sure my own stealth systems are superior to whatever Pigma managed to plug into his dinky little smog-spewer.”
“Then it seems we’ll need to use you for the hunt, EDI. I don’t like leaving the Great Fox sitting around, but we need that Core Memory.” Fox shook his head and Krystal gasped, her eyes dilated and she staggered into Ashley, who caught the vixen in surprise. “Krystal?!”
“F-Fox...s-something’s happened to Sauria! I just recieved a plea for help from Tricky.” Krystal shuddered and several of the changeling autobots in the room all approached to kindly rub her neck, shoulders and scalp. “Oh~...thank you…”
“We’re empaths, honey. We get it.” One of the female bug-equines gently said.
“As for us, I’m afraid while we were on hurry-up-to-wait, we’ve been called in to aid with liberating Corneria. As soon as we get Pigma and that Core, we need to rush to Corneria.” Wolf added on and Peppy groaned.
Life always got harder before it could get better.
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“So, what’s this about the Marines wanting to stay out of it?” I questioned after Urta called us all into the war room aboard the EDI for an emergency meeting and informed us that the Doom Marines are not allowed to help us while we’re in the middle of our pursuit of Pigma while Star Fox went to Sauria and Star Wolf went to Corneria.
“Visilia, the Queen of Tartarus and the Argentine Alliance is pulling immediate support due to reasons we’re not allowed to know. Since Cocoa isn’t saying anything, it must be for a good reason.” Urta sighed and rubbed the bridge of her snout. “Knowing them all, they’re probably going to blindside us with some brilliant scheme that’ll save the day and be Big Damn Heroes like always, but for now we’re on our own.”
“This sounds like all sorts of political drama to avoid. So we should just keep our distance and operate as normal?” Penny asked her sister and Urta nodded.
“Yep. Pretty much. It has nothing to do with my intent on them getting some R&R either.” Urta huffed in frustration. “Those guys and gal never get enough time off. Anyway, they went back home for reasons too sensitive to divulge.”
“Sis, from what I understand about them, Hell never lets them take a break. Other times, it’s some other Displaced causing them trouble.” Penny reasoned with a frustrated huff. “Ah. The Great Fox is a nice ship, but she doesn’t have your air quality, EDI.” Penny changed the subject in a clear attempt to move away from grumbling about our toughest supporters getting a raw deal.
“Thanks for the compliment! You should, however, point that thanks to the janitorial staff for keeping my air cycler’s filters clean and faintly scented with lavender.” EDI answered over the intercom as the team dispersed.
“Hm! Yeah, that’s a good idea.” I sighed, wishing I’d considered scented air filters right away back when the White-Out was first obtained and the ship stunk of death for weeks with little progress made on ridding the old clunker of the stench.
“So, this Visilia is the queen of the Argentines. She’s also the one on the top of the totem pole for Urta and them’s marriage, right?” Yola questioned as we walked through the corridors.
“Yeah, I think she’s their first lover.” I wondered and then shuddered at the thought. She probably has an even worse temper and wouldn’t be as forgiving, or maybe she’s got a shockingly tender side to her that is all the more endearing because of how harsh and strong she is. I don’t know, I’ve never met her and info on her is sparse.
“There, now I got your womb full of kits.” Ivara chuckled from nearby.
“Okay, can you stop voicing that?” Ghost whined as he looked around for the invisible pervert.
“What, you wanted to bury your bone into two tight girls at once?” Ivara chuckled before my son rushed off, muttering about looking for Jack.
“Anyway, why are you asking about Visilia?” I asked my sister as we walked to our room, finding a red horned Alicorn sitting on Urta’s bed. “What the-?!” We were yanked in by red magic and the door hissed shut along with our mouths being zipped magically before we could scream.
“So, you’re the newest Displaced causing all sorts of trouble for my husbands and wives.” The sexy scary demonic alicorn hummed as she looked us over. “You have those brat’s claws in you for sure. No wonder you’re so good at being in the wrong place at the right time.”
“Hmph?” Yola muffled against her zipped lips as she looked around the room like I did.
“They’re in the mess. I’m Visilia if you hadn’t guessed it yet.” The beautiful mare casually introduced herself as if she wasn’t holding us hostage with her magic.
“Hm, hmph?” I muffled before she used her magic to force us both to kneel before her.
“I’m here to give you my proper appreciation for saving their lives~.” Visilia purred while circling around us as she spoke. “You’ve saved my husbands and wife, sometimes wives, from certain death. I know you don’t remember, here.” Visilia put her palm to my head and I screamed with tears in my eyes as her memory of me being brainwashed to be able to rescue them played out in my mind. Th-that’s right. I couldn’t do it in a panic or without knowing them.
“Hmph!” I sniffled and she pet my scalp, which tingled and helped me calm back down.
“I’m sorry we did that, but I’m hoping to make it up to you starting now.” Visilia gently traced a finger along my left ear and I squeaked as I began panting through my nose at the pleasure. “Goodness. I thought the sensitivity of your ears was an exaggeration.” Visi whispered with a cruel smile as her eyes danced with mirth at us.
“Hm! Hm~!” I winced and tried to wriggle away, but her magic held me still as Visilia began unzipping her bodysuit with her other hand, causing her H-cup bowling ball boobs to push it apart enough for absolute cleavage.
“Shh~. Relax. I’m not going to hurt you...much .” Visilia growled as the zipper reached her rock hard abs and she pinched my ear tip~! No~! A-ahn ~! “Wow! Did you just cum ?” Visilia giggled as I panted and whimpered pathetically. It was at this point that Visilia dropped her armored bodysuit. A massive dark red horsecock easily as big as Urta’s was now patting my cheek!
“I’m going to have fun rewarding you two. Sorry for it being a surprise, but if nobody knows where I’m moving around, it’s so much easier to actually move.” The demonic Alicorn huffed as she lined up her flare with my lips. Which unzipped. I was still coming down from my sudden orgasm, so I couldn’t resist licking that musky flare. Especially since it’d actually been a fairly long time since I’ve been the one getting to have fun with someone else’s penis.
“Mm?” I dumbly hummed into the glans of the tasty, musky, brain-no-thinky dick before me. I feel all fuzzy and good ...like I’m drunk, sorta, but not really. I groped the watermelon-sized semen spheres hanging under this glorious girth as I opened wide and began sucking, the alicorn humming in approval as I did my job of giving this tasty dick it’s deserved attention.
“W-what are you d-doing to us~?” Yola whimpered with her now-freed mouth from next to me as she kissed and licked at the penis outside of my lips, at least until I heard gulping overhead and a second delicious dick sprung out below the first one, bumping my chin. “Oh~ Primus~. Mm~.” Yola moaned as she went to work sucking the second cock, having to lean against me and face-fuck herself onto it since I was still taking the nearly two-foot long rod down my throat.
“Rewarding you while working off frustration. Also, the more I hear about you two, the more you sound like members of my own marriage. Now, pull off and turn around. I don’t want to bust my nuts in your stomachs.” Visilia cooed and I whined along with Yola before backing away and panting for breath as we watched the spit-slicked dicks throb “Now, I know my herm musk turns ladies into bimbos, but you’ve gotta turn around and hug each other if you’re going to help me get off.” Visilia playfully spun a finger around with a lustful leer.
“Y-yes mistress~!” Yola and I squeaked excitedly and crawled through the portal down into my room and I began making out with Yola, tightly pressing our pelvises together as we mashed our tits against one another and groped each other’s asses.
“Huh, so it only lets me in now because you’re inviting me. Okay then, you two keep doing that.” Visilia said when she entered our room through the ceiling above the bed. She lined up her brace of dicks with our cunts and began feeding those tunnel snakes into our waiting gashes.
“Ahn~!” We wailed and hugged each other even tighter, using our legs to help pull Visilia into us while we went back to kissing desperately.
“Unf! I’m going to, Unf reward you by, fuck you’re so tight!” Visilia growled as she drove more of her lengths into us, our dimension-distorting bodies not outwardly showing the good stretching she was giving our pleasure palace pussies.
“Guh! W-we can turn on our, mm, vibrators too mistress!” I cried as Visilia gyrated to help her double-dicks dive deeper.
“For real? Do that after I reach your wombs! You also need to turn off your breeding parameters because I’m not pulling out!” Visilia snarled when her medial rings made it past our vulvae.
“Mmn~ b-but babies!” Yola gasped, but I could tell through her broadcast that she was disabling the reproduction factories in her womb even as Visilia groped and pounded our bodies.
“B-babies?!” I gasped and fought to start shutting off my own factories, but unlike Yola I had more trouble when I was in the midst of being plowed and prepared for seeding.
“No babies! Can’t you make it so you won’t get pregnant?! I was told that’s how you biomachines practice contraceptives!” Visilia snarled, clearly not about to stop even if that wasn’t the case and I wasn’t going to protest!
“Yes~.” Yola and I groaned together and I was wishing I wasn’t the one pinned to the bed. I would really love to reach my hectocotylus tentacle behind those churning cum containers to pleasure the pussy that was surely being hidden.
“Unf, fuck, you’re so powerful! It’s so hot!” Visilia huffed as she looked down at us. “I can see why there’s some feelings for you, unf and the Commander.”
“Guh?!” I gasped in shared orgasm with my sister, clawing at her ass as she grabbed my shoulders and-ahn ~! E-ear! Ear~! I shuddered in sensory overload, barely able to even consider trying to lift my jellied arms to play with my sister’s ears while she sucked on my left one.
“Too bad you all have your hearts full already from what Cadence and Cadenza have divinitated about you two. Still, thankfully you all are open sexually and willing to share platonic intimacy or things could get really awkward later.” Visilia huffed, finally bottoming out and now fucking us properly, but between that and my ear being sucked, I couldn’t really find the brainpower to respond beyond-.
“Guh ~!” I bellowed in an embarrassingly animalistic way, considering I don’t have bestial traits. After Visilia penetrated my cervix I was completely limp under my sister, who cruelly continued to drain my brain through my ear~! R-right! Mistress wants vibe-vagina! Turning on now that womb off!
“Cum! Cum!” Yola pleaded to our mistress, sparing me her mind-melting mouth long enough to feel my limbs and turn the tables by turning her head and sucking her right ear. “Ahn ~!”
“H-holy-hnng ~! W-Wiatr! Holy fuck !” Visilia hissed in pleasure as she sped up her thrusting, panting and gasping as her balls slapped my ass while her lower abs slapped Yola’s ass. “I hope you’ve-fuck-protected your wombs!”
“Fucking fill us!” I demanded, desperate to finish before my brain decided to self-terminate from overloading on the double-dicking with my sister, especially since not even Marrow is this big. She only made herself big enough to provide the most pleasure without being overwhelming.
“Okay!” Visilia groaned as she bottomed out in us, going like a jackhammer. “Take it all!” Visilia roared and I wordlessly spasmed beneath my sister as our tight tummies surged and pressed against each other, forcing us apart like two balloons on a multi-valve pump, Visilia’s long bitch-breakers stayed inside of us as our muffs milked her for her baby batter.
“Fuck, yes.” I moaned while my belly sloshed with Visilia’s seed as she panted and huffed. The huge Alicorn moaned when she started sliding out before she slammed back in and gushed more into us.
“Holy fuck~!” Our mistress cried out in ecstasy as she filled us with her hot seed.
“S-so much!” Yola groaned while Visilia rubbed the swelling between us, admiring our groaning bellies as she pumped us up.
“It’s been so long since I’ve done this sort of thing.” The demonic alicorn said in between pants as she leaned forward against Yola’s back, running her hands on our cum-stuffed sides.
“Our turn~!” Yola and I chirped, getting a second wind and sprouting our tentacles, causing Visilia to yelp when we hugged her against our groins to ensure she couldn’t escape as we retrieved condoms from our cleavages and garbed our breeding tendrils in their battlesuits.
“Uh-um. Ladies? I-ee~!” Visilia squealed when Yola and I plunged our cum-carrying consentacles up her cunt and taint. The alicorn’s demonic wings stretched high into the air to scrap the ceiling as she spasmed, the prostate pressure causing her to fire a cumshot into us again.
“Fuck~!” I moaned before Visilia started humping in pleasure into and against our genitals.
“Oh~ Wiatr~! You two might a-actually be competition for her in bed! As one of her wives, that’s some praise~!” Visilia keened and spasmed.
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“We sense a disturbance.” Wiatr suddenly intoned with a look at the sky. “Why is that happening so much?” Wiatr asked herself. “Should we answer the disturbance?” The gestalt goddess mused from her throne while several of her wives and many more of her ‘nuns’ all received impossible pleasure in her forest of white slime tentacles both because of her duty as the Goddess of Sex and also because of how frustrated Visi left her. “Nah, it doesn’t matter.”
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“Did I just sense someone blaspheme against-aw, Visi! No fair!” Urta pouted from the portal in the ceiling at the sight of Yola, Visi and I all cumflated to the point of looking pregnant with several children each as we drowsily enjoyed the afterglow. “You tricked us so you could sneak around and have fun without us.” Urta entered the room and pouted even harder.
“Shut your fucking face, you sexy twat~. You’ve had your fun for a while.” Visi retorted with a dopey smile. “Besides, if I didn’t throw you off, you would’ve butt in and got someone pregnant.”
“Ugh, fuck. Well, I do wish I had babies in my belly and not just cum.” I groaned while Visilia lightly rolled Yola off me. “I really wish I could finish my adventures soon so I could retire to be a shipyard or something instead of encounters like this only being once in a while.”
“Same, but we can’t afford to be preggers right now.” Yola sighed wistfully while Urta poured down over all three of us as a deluge of hot, soothing slime that penetrated my body and made me feel relaxed.
“Can I at least snuggle you and drink up the cum?” Urta pleaded with her wife, who rolled her eyes and smiled beautifically.
“Oh, fine. No funny business like trying to sneak a baby or two inside me, got it?” Visi warned Urta with a scowl before relaxing in her wife’s all-encompassing touch.
“No problem babe! Besides, I’ve been having to have the Womb Wards deliver my broods remotely for a while now. It’d be rude to add to their workload when they’re having to do part of my job. Now then, thanks for the meal!” Urta licked her chops before melting and pooling at our groins.
“Ah~.” I moaned as the slime slithered into me.
“Mm~ so hot…” Yola cooed and wriggled.
“Mmf! Fuck yes...mm...feel free to pool inside me and pretend to be babies in me if you feel like it. I know what Unbirthing does to you.” Visilia purred and stroked her belly, which caused Urta to practically pour into her wife. “Ah! Yes !”
“...We need to have Penny do that with us.” Yola and I said to each other, having a twin moment of synchronicity before Urta began siphoning out the cum from us and we moaned in pleasure.
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“Who are you?” Penny asked the imperious alicorn as Yola and I hugged the mare’s arms while said arms stroked her fecund swell where Urta was napping, making her look pregnant with sextuplets. At some point her male organs disappeared, which was disappointing. Apparently it’s a specific potion that does that and it wore off while Urta was draining us and filling Visi.
“Visilia, head of the household you are a part of.” Visilia declared as she straightened her maternity dress, a rather stylish black one. Yola and I were dressed once more in our suits and the three of us had cornered Penny alone in the conference room for reasons~.
“Part of...oh. Because I’m Urta’s adopted twin sister?” Penny asked and Visilia nodded. “Well, okay then. I guess we’re sisters-in-law. So, why are you here?” Penny asked cautiously with a gulp as she looked down at Visilia’s faux-pregnant swell.
“I’m here to reward these two for saving my husbands and wives, as well as to get away from the stresses of my duties for once while still getting things done. I’m a mare of action and sitting on my ass on my throne has been chafing like a mother-fucker.” Visilia apparently disliked being an armchair general, which being a ruler tended to force someone to be.
“I get you. I couldn’t stand the idea of being held back from the front lines. I’m not willing to put someone else’s neck on the chopping block if I could prevent it.” Penny agreed and Visilia leered smokily at her. “Uh, so, what was with all the subterfuge and getting me alone, with my wives on each arm? Am I wrong to assume I’m about to have fun whether I want to or not?” Penny asked with a saucy smirk and I joined Yola in giggling.
“Just about~. So. How much experience do you have being like Urta?” Visilia asked while stroking her belly and I could practically see Urta trailing a hand to follow Visilia’s own touch.
“Well, not much by comparison. It’s only been...feels like a few years now, but time has gotten away from me. Urta warned me about that. How long have I been a slime?” Penny asked me and I looked at Yola, since I don’t have a time-keeping subroutine, but she shrugged too. Huh, we’ve totally lost track of time thanks to all the periods Yola and I have been turned into factories. “Well, I’ve experimented plenty.”
“Excellent. Now, you’re going to join your sister in my womb and be my belly pet for a while.” Visilia ordered and Penny floofed up so hard before she almost tore her hardsuit off in excitement!
“Count me in! Just let me put my things away.” Penny stuffed her hardsuit and omni-tool into her cleavage and then went from fluffy to goopy. “Now, I haven’t done this more than a couple of times and never with a second slime involved.”
“That’s okay, just do what you’ve done before. I’m like the rest of my wives in that I keep prepared for sexcapades with the right accessories.” Visilia assured and Penny cooed.
“This is gonna be good. Nora, Yola, make sure nobody blows the EDI up while I’m indisposed.” Penny said as she got on her knees and nuzzled Visilia’s underbelly.
“We will.” Yola and I said before Visilia shifted her hips and belly so Penny had better access to her nethers.
“Such a good sexy slime slut. Unf, yes, slide into me~.” Visilia panted when our wife shoved her snout into her slit and began pouring herself up inside of the already slime-stuffed mare. “Mm~. She’s just as hot and tingly as my wife~.” Visilia gasped and groaned in pleasure as her belly swelled.
“Gods this is so hot.” Yola whispered to me when our Wife was waist deep into Visi’s snatch.
“Fuck yes. It’s still better when you’re the one getting filled, though.” I wiped the drool from my chin and Yola grunted with a nod of agreement.
“Unf! C’mon, just a bit more and we’re all set~.” Visilia said with a pant of breath, continuing to take our wife into her womb which was looking like it was about to pop with decuplets with only Penny’s legs and tail left.
“That dress is impressive.” Yola commented and I had to agree, since it was stretching with the demon alicorn mare’s body rather than rolling up or tearing.
“Rarity is the best tailor in the universe. It’ll take more than-unf-some unbirthing to ruin this dress.” Visi giggled until the last gooey essence of Penny was finally inside of her, her belly groaning as it settled at a size looking like she was ready to birth 12 foals. “Ahn~. Good girls~.” Her giant belly audibly sloshed and groaned, causing Visilia to pant and moan. “Y-yes. Move in me~!” F-fuck~ I’m so envious! I’ve gotta do that with Penny more often!
“So, how long are you going to keep them in there?” I asked in arousal because Visilia wore a big inflated/pregnant belly very well. All that kept her from mirroring an Imperial broodmare was her more modest yet still plenty impressive rack of H-cup bowling ball boobs.
“For as long as I feel like it or they’re needed.” Visi sighed in satisfaction as she looked towards us. “Now then, round three?” Visilia asked eagerly and I shared a nervous look with Yola. Holy shit. We may have the stamina, but this mare is a bit intimidating.
“Actually, so, what’s going on with the Marines then? Are they actually not helping us right now?” I asked in concern and Visilia huffed in disappointment.
“No, they’re helping whether anyone here wants it or not.” Visilia fondly said as she rubbed at her black maternity dress over her sloshing womb. “Ohn~, yes, mm~...”
“That sounds like them.” Yola huffed and used her tentacles from her back to help the hyper-fecund mare walk out of the conference room.
“Yeah. While staying at our home, Brennie and Vinnie just wouldn’t stay still unless they were lounging and liked to be involved in what others were doing.” I commented while I noticed Visilia eyeing our toned tummies. “I’m also going to ask you to stop thinking of us being as big as you are right now. As great as that would be, we need to be combat ready.” Why do I think it would’ve been better if Penny said that?
“Not happening.” Visilia chuckled, rubbing my fit stomach as she nuzzled my neck. “Wiatr has thoroughly corrupted me to her brand of sensuality. It helped that I was a semen demon even before I met her.” Visilia giggled and then patted my rear. “But, I’m a bit too overwhelmed right now to fuck you both if you’re not the ones fucking me. I have two Argent Slimes churning in my womb and I’m going to go take a nice nap. I wish you all fortune in hunting your quarry.”
“Have a good nap.” Yola said as the inflated demonic alicorn waddled back towards the crew quarters, the mare clearly having experience with being stuffed or pregnant despite her powerful muscles suggesting she was a career warrior. “I’m just now thinking how odd it is she doesn’t have boobs bigger than bowling balls and is six feet tall instead of the customary seven.”
“Huh, well, she did have double-dicks and musk so strong it made thinking difficult. I think we can be excused not noting she was smaller than most of her underlings.” I shrugged and went to the bridge to let everyone know Penny was currently indisposed and to continue as normal.
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“Y’know, we’re lucky my dad is a distant sort and my mom is a ditz or they’d be having serious questions.” Juneau commented as she examined her new body in the mirror. She was only slightly shorter than him now and she was a bit bustier than average at KK cups instead of the basketball-size K-cup. She was also rippling with muscles and had naturally wide curvy hips and thighs that gave her an hourglass shape from front or back. Dayum did she fill out.
“Mhm…” Hunter idly replied as he raked his eyes up and down her beautiful buff yet bouncy body that was covered only by her fluffy black and white fur that stuck close to her skin unless fluffed up like her neck floof was. Juneau took well to the mods. She looked like she could go to a weight lifting competition in the Empire and actually stand a good chance of winning a prize. His ogling was interrupted by her big, long, bushy tail playfully brushing under his nose.
“Hey, I know I’m incredible, but we’re both not in the mood and you know it.” Juneau sighed and Hunter nodded, his arousal tempered by the fact that they’d been stuck in this room for a week . They were both extroverts who liked being outdoors, this was torture to them. “Now the problem is, how are we going to get out of here without my parents noticing I’m a few feet taller and sporting tits bigger than sports balls?”
“I could make mental suggestions to have them ignore the notions that you’re any different. Besides, it’s about time I went back to work and brought you along so I can take you to your new home...if you still want to leave.” Hunter offered her the chance to stay, because she’d be giving up her family, her career, just to get away from it all and join his wild life.
“Hunter. You are the most amazing and interesting person I have ever had the pleasure to know. I’m not giving you up for my bland, boring, depressing life. My brother is a lost cause, my parents have stopped caring about much of anything, I don’t have any prospects on this dustball of a planet and I was going to try my luck in Corneria City soon anyway. I might as well go your way.” Juneau affirmed to him as she reached into her cleavage and retrieved a shirt.
The mods allow the subject to use passive magics like the Inventory rather easily and Hunter would relish the memory of her joy at discovering she had her own ‘hoarder house’ in her cleavage. “Then I’ll get to work tweaking your parent’s perceptions of you, since with the lockdown ended we can finally leave.” Hunter sat on the bed and focused on his task rather than the heavenly husky getting dressed in a tight shirt and shorts.
It only took a few minutes, since Kenai would see his daughter’s new form as proof of her superior breeding stock and relief his grandchildren would likely be healthy and April would simply see her daughter had ‘grown up so beautiful’. Those two really are rather stuck in their own reality bubble, but that’s a military retiree and his simple-minded if sweet wife for you.
“It’s done. Let’s say our goodbyes and head out.” Hunter said as he stood, straightening out his jacket and checking to make sure his pants weren’t loose before following Juneau to the private family section of the lodge where Kenai and April were having breakfast at their kitchen table.
“Hey mom, dad. We’re heading out.” Juneau casually said as she approached her mother, who hummed happily with her tail wagging when her daughter bent down to hug her and then did the same to Kenai, who grumbled about being hugged, but at least reached an arm to her back to pat her. “I’m leaving Katina, so I might not…”
“Go. If you want to set down roots elsewhere, that’s your business, sweetie. If anything, I’m proud that you’re taking a bold step away from your comfort zone. Where are you going, Zoness?” Kenai asked conversationally, never once turning away from his digital newspaper.
“Um...about that...I’m leaving the Lylat System entirely.” Juneau nervously informed her parents and Kenai actually put his datapad down while April looked distraught. “Hunter isn’t from here. He’s from...another universe. Not just metaphorically. I met him at a fishing pier on Zoness and we just sorta clicked. I haven’t found anyone else who makes me this happy and I don’t like the idea of starting over again here when I can start over again...with him.”
“B-but sweetie! W-we could put you up! We-!” April’s pleas were silenced when Kenai raised his hand for her to stop and he took steadying breaths with his eyes closed.
“Can we visit?” Kenai asked and Juneau looked at Hunter, who bit his lip and held up a copy of his and his sibling’s Hellish coin Token with an uneasy nod. “Then I have no protests. So long as you at least call us on holidays and be sure to visit with the grandchildren or let us visit you for those occasions.” Kenai opened his eyes and looked up into the eyes of his daughter. “Go find your happiness, Little Pup.”
Juneau practically smothered her father with a hug as she nuzzled him and sniffled on the verge of tears. Hunter felt in her mind just how much this meant to her, to the point that she was expecting rejection and thus had her fears crushed by her father’s acceptance. “Love you daddy.”
“Love you too, pup. Now get out of here before I change my mind and call Sitka, who would definitely have objections.” Kenai picked up his datapad and April lunged for a powerful hug and kissed her daughter’s cheek and whispered well-wishings and random tidbits of advice all the way to the front doors of the lodge.
“Junie, sweetie...was it something I said? Or did?” April asked with a watery voice and eyes.
“No, mom. It’s more what you didn’t say or do, but I still love you. I just need to leave the den, find my own. Besides.” Hunter jumped when Juneau slapped his ass and he fluffed up with a vibrant blush at her doing that so publically. “This mate of mine is going to give you a ton of grandpuppies to fawn over whenever I visit. Can Sitka claim finding a woman who could promise the same when he’s easily a few years older than me and still mucking around in the grunt-corps of the local defense force?”
“I keep telling that boy to stop spending time with his friends and to find a woman as it stands. Maybe finding out you’ve found a proper mate will get him in gear.” April huffed and hugged Juneau one last time, before sniffling and waving for them to leave. They were walking away when Hunter shook his head.
“I’m surprised none of you know that Sitka is gay.” Hunter commented and Juneau stumbled and gawked at her mate in shock. “Wow, really? Okay, well, when he stumbled in on us and saw you speared on me, his eyes were glued on my balls and he thought nothing of such a sexy woman on display. Siblings or not, that isn’t a normal reaction if you’re attracted to the opposite sex at all. Also, he was checking me out the next morning and you missed it.”
“So that’s why he keeps going around with his buddies! You think he’s-no, no. What do I care? If Sitka is gay that’s his choice and I don’t want to imagine any of his big, buff, burly buddies bumping uglies with him...damn it, now I’m turned on.” Juneau huffed unhappily as she kicked at the snow with a paw, her excellent natural insulation making this freezing cold weather around the ski lodge practically cozy to the barely-dressed husky. “Let’s just go before I drop that bomb on my parents and they bring hell down on my brother for being ‘untraditional’.”
“Right then. Nobody is looking. I’ll warp us to Commander Shepard.” Hunter wrapped a wing around his new mate and with intense focus, he felt space crack open and swap him with the space near Shepard that was level with whatever ground was around her.
“Th-that’s the c-commander?” Juneau stuttered in a fluster and Hunter opened his eyes since his extrasensory abilities were dimmed after the teleport and he jolted at the sight of Visilia, the head of the family, laying on a bed and looking about to pop with a dozen foals.
“Oh, hi honey.” Visilia cooed as she rubbed her belly and her engorged cunt winked at him from between her comfortably spread legs. “Are you back from-oo~? Who is this sexy bitch?” Visilia eyed Hunter’s new mate hungrily and Juneau whimpered, rubbing her thighs together and squeezing his hand at the way Visi was practically fucking her with her eyes. “Come here. If you’re part of the union or going to be, you need to get to know me.”
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“Oh no, it’s terrible.” Krystal whimpered as the Great Fox neared Sauria, the planet of the dinosaurs which lacked anthros and thus as consequence, lacked much of the advanced technology the Lylat System possessed. They instead rely on ancient mysticism and other forms of spiritual magic to compensate. Despite this and their recent efforts to modernize, the planet was still mostly tribal aside from being unified under the Earth Walker tribe of triceratops.
“We’re not close enough to get good readings yet, what are you sensing?” Fox asked his mate fearfully and she sniffled as she shook her head.
“The dinosaurs, they’re being hunted, slaughtered, converted. They’ve sought out their shelters, but so many have died or turned on their kin. We need to do something fast.” Krystal nearly pleaded with her leader and mate, because not only was it the right thing to do, but they met here, this world was important to them both for emotional reasons.
“As soon as we’re in range and get an idea of what to do, we’ll act, Krystal.” Peppy declared and the others nodded.
“Besides, when I came to this universe, it was the shamans on Sauria that helped me learn how to use my magic, since Celestia and Luna are the last ponies in the Lylat System and are always busy ruling Corneria.” Sunset said sadly as she looked at the besieged world where she spent many of her younger years learning how to control the power she wasn’t born with.
“Don’t worry Sunny, we’ll make sure these buggy freaks are dealt with.” Klippa grunted in further reinforcement to their conviction to save the planet.
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“Well, isn’t this quite the party we’re gatecrashing?” Panther purred while he avoided the weapons fire of several pursuers while still laying down laser fire on the assembled Aparoid Armada in space above Corneria, specifically over Corneria City where the invasion was focused due to the city’s strategic importance.
“Shut your trap and kill things quicker.” Eleanor huffed as she dueled enemies in the open, not bothering to use a ship and instead using her own wings and muscles along with high-powered plasma cannons to fight in the vacuum of space like it was an underwater battleground.
“Ellie, what have I told you about mouthing off people?” Lois chided while she used a Smart Bomb to destroy a field of the moth-like enemies.
“That they’ll be less likely to go for a tumble later, yeah, yeah.” Eleanor huffed and speared an enemy on her tail while using her plasma breath and the two cannons braced around her forearms to eliminate several more Aparoid fighters.
“Cut the chatter. Wolf, the Cornerian fleet feels comfortable enough to take over from here, we’ve been ordered to head down and start clearing the city.” Leon reported and Eleanor promptly dove down towards the planet, ignoring the atmosphere burning away her clothes to leave her nude since she’d taken enough hits to be indecent anyway.
“About time!” The fem-Ridley crowed after she reached a low enough altitude to open her mouth without the heat of entry to worry about. “Just give me a-oop…” Eleanor snapped her trap and stopped her descent to appraise the situation. “Uh...guys? I hope you have enough Smart Bombs…” The Aparoids had assimilated whole buildings into giant robot monsters…
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“Why haven’t they cleared this asteroid field if it’s so tightly clustered and conveniently trackable since it’s always in the way between Corneria and Fichina?” Joker scoffed at the idea of such a hazard being left alone when it wasn’t a whole asteroid belt and just a tightly-clustered field.
“The Lylat System, while advanced in some ways compared to us and the Empire, don’t have ready access to mass-destruction devices due to their limited resources from not being properly galaxy-faring yet. They’re keeping Meteo as-is mostly because once they have reliable FTL travel, they’ll need the resources from here then, not now.” EDI informed her husband and he shook his head in disapproval.
“That’s just political double-speak for not willing to front the cost of clearing this up. I’ve spoken to Slippy enough to know that the military’s favorite contractor has the designs of the Meteo Crusher from when they absorbed the enemy factories on Macbeth after the wars.” Joker rebutted as he flew his wife through the predictable flight patterns of the asteroids. He and his wife may be good enough to handle this place with ease, but he doubted most pilots and ships of the EDI’s size could do the same.
“Everyone here knows political BS wins over common sense, Joker.” Yeoman Kelly Chambers commented. The redhead was one of the few purely human crewmembers not on Penny’s team to take the empire’s modifications, turning her into a buxom amazonian ginger beauty. “If common sense was a pill, I bet politicians would be required to abstain from it as a ‘performance enhancing drug’.”
Everyone on the bridge snickered at Kelly’s joke, including Joker himself and EDI. “Indeed. I-oh! I’ve caught something on my sensors. Hadley, Matthews, confirm for me.”
“I can confirm on the starboard sensors we’re getting very familiar energy readings from what the Great Fox had on file about Aparoid energy signatures.” Crewman Richard Hadley reported and began coordinating with EDI to narrow down a vector.
“Thank you. Joker, move us in.” EDI ordered her hubby, who did as commanded by his wife like a good husband. “I can see something from here. The asteroids are going to be too small and erratic for me to weave through ahead. Order our Autobot Arwings to be ready to deploy.”
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“Please tell me you have starfighter training.” Paretia fretted as she paced in front of us, still wearing the uniform that Star Fox provided her instead of a proper hardsuit and armor.
“We Seekers have been put through the old training simulations, but we picked up a lot from being run through more advanced simulations devised by Slippy and Falco.” Minx declared, having been assigned to me since her ‘pilot’ Penny was preoccupied. Minx was one of Yola’s changeling daughters and was oddly petite and waifish by choice.
“That’s great, but I mean do any of your ‘pilots’ have experience?” Paretia stressed and I shrugged, having gone through the same basic simulation training as my Autobots have. It was mostly a formality, but since I can easily be the size or smaller of a starfighter, I was required to know how to move properly at that general scale. “Great, just please keep in mind that you all need to come back alive.”
“The Doom Marines didn’t just train us to fight demons, they also gave us fighter pilot training. We’ll be fine fighting against these drones.” Garrus insisted before we all began spacing apart. Only four of us were deploying, Paretia, Garrus, Yola and I. Out of everyone aboard besides Penny and Joker, we were the best pilots, so we were tapped for this team along with our Autobot Arwings.
“Ready, auntie?” Minx asked me perkily with her pink eyes shimmering in excitement while she did stretches.
“As ready as I can be, considering I’m used to being in your position. Also, cut that out. We all know that warming up doesn’t matter when using our alts.” I playfully chided my niece, who giggled and with the signature *Whirr-whoo-chi-che-chit!* She was now a sleek and beautiful Arwing starfighter.
“Climb on in, auntie! Mind the tailhole in the seat’s back. Aunt Penny didn’t like her tail getting all squished, so I had that worked in.” Minx said as I complied and indeed there was a tailhole in the lower back of the pilot chair. Is that not standard here when so many of the people here have tails to consider? It wasn’t exactly uncomfortable, but I could feel the cleft of my ass squishing into the gap as I buckled my harness and the canopy lowered.
“Okay Minx, I’m afraid I only have standard simulation training and my own floaty style of propulsion to work off of, so please take care of me if I don’t grasp you quickly.” I said to my niece as a countdown started on her dashboard, one that was likely to indicate when the EDI’s drop-bay would release us into the vacuum of space.
“No problem Auntie. I’ll help ease you into flying with me and don’t worry too much. Although Arwings are forward-propulsion machines, the multiple G-diffusion engines essentially make them almost as omni-directional as you or another Mass Effect driven vehicle, only more linear. You’ll get the hang of me-woo~!” Minx interrupted herself when the bay opened and dropped our strike force, which rocketed towards the Aparoid energy signatures.
Forget my concerns! This is fun !
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“There now. Do you feel better, my love?” Visilia asked Hunter as he and Juneau were staring at her belly after the matriarch of Hunter’s enormous family had enticed them into snuggling and rubbing her pleasantly hot massive womb. It was soothing to touch with it’s heat penetrating the flesh and warming them like a delightful hot sauna bath yet without water.
“For the most part, but that lockdown was starting to drive me crazy.” Hunter sighed as he leaned back in his seat on the recliner he’d fetched from his Inventory and let his body relax after his wife’s wonderful heat had soothed his nerves. “So, what has happened?”
“I have Urta and Penny in my womb.” Visilia chuckled as she rubbed her fecund sides. “And I may have taken out my frustrations on Nora and Yola.” Visi purred and hummed when her swollen abdomen swished about and an impression of a hand pressed against Visi’s own hands on either side while the demonic alicorn smiled beautifically.
“Uh, are you sure taking those two away from the team is such a good idea?” Hunter questioned as his blush showed through his fur, enjoying the view of his Queen looking heavily pregnant. Even though it was with another one of their Queens and potential Queen unbirthed inside her womb. It had been a while since he’d last seen Visi so matronly and serene.
“I’ll let them out once I feel they’re needed. I’m sure they can handle a few days or a month without Penny.” Visi casually replied, almost uncaringly. Hunter didn’t even need to skim her surface thoughts to sense just how little she felt Shepard’s team needed her around for everything.
“Well, if you say so.” Hunter shrugged, focused on the subject of the two sexy vixens currently swirling about within Visilia’s most intimate of places. “What about Runner?” Hunter asked as Visilia brought up the message.
“It looks like she has the prototype for the Anti-Hivemind up and running. She wants permission to test it out on the Aparoids. Specifically on a planet that’s infested with the buggers. Along with the progression of the cure, it seems to be coming along well enough, but it is still not ready.” Visilia replied as she thought about it. Trying to contact the Cornerian government would be a dodgy transaction, seeing as she might not be welcomed and seen as an enemy because of her ethnicity . At least, she assumed as much, since it was a common occurrence.
Not that she would blame them, she was a demon after all.
“I guess that could work.” Junaeu contemplated as she leaned on Visi’s womb, the tight red orb supporting her and warming her body like a heated cushion. “Mm~ so warm…”
“Hasn’t Corneria been overrun by the Aparoids? Wouldn’t helping them in retaking their homeworld be a boon?” Hunter suggested as he tried not to focus on the adorably sleepy expression on Juneau’s face as she snuggled against his demonic wife.
“I was thinking about that. However, they may think we are getting in the way or claiming it for ourselves.” Visilia countered his suggestion. “You know how reluctant some governments are in accepting help from complete strangers. Remember Ninia?” Visilia huffed and Hunter sighed at remembering the once-obstructionist demoness who ended up becoming a much beloved savior of Tartarus by being a major source of them repopulating once Corruption ended.
“True.” Hunter sighed as they thought it over.
“Um, any particular place this Runner wants to test this weapon out? Landmarks, buildings, et cetera?” Juneau asked as the two looked at her. “I mean, does she want to give the Cornerians a place where they can operate on the ground, without worry of getting overrun? Or find the most heavily infested place, like an Aparoid's nest, to test the effectiveness of said weapon?”
“Hm.” Visilia looked back at the message and scrolled through it. “Let’s see...yes, she has a few places in mind for the Cornerian Military to make ground combat a little more manageable.”
“Then I say to tell her to go through with it. The Cornerian Military won’t appreciate someone interfering, but in the end General Pepper and President Celestia won’t have any objections to a positive outcome. You being an equine would also be of interest to the Cornerian Government.” Juneau’s words confused the two alien visitors to this dimension.
“Why would that be?” Hunter thought back on his time on Zoness...he hadn’t seen a single pony besides Sunset Shimmer...
“Because ponies went extinct outside of Celestia, Luna and Sunset Shimmer over 1000 years ago.” Juneau answered in bemusement and they gawked at her. “Did...did nobody tell you this?”
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“Grr! Get off of him!” Sunset shrieked furiously as she used her magic to yank an Aparoid Dragoon off of a Thorntail, who bellowed his thanks as he ran away. Once he was gone, Sunset smashed the Aparoid into the rocky ground repeatedly until it ceased moving. She’d been fighting constantly for hours now, responding to Peppy’s reports of Saurians under attack.
She may have preferred flying, but this was essentially her homeworld with how they took her in and raised her after Celestia sent her here. It was supposed to be just to learn how to master her budding powers when she was a scared filly, having stumbled through the mirror at the last Bronycon. Sadly, the mirror here led to the Equestria Girls universe instead of her own.
Also, as a Saurian Citizen, she couldn’t be forced to be a broodmare because her species was pretty much extinct outside of her, Tia and Luna. “Sunset!” The furious unicorn perked up and ran for the familiar voice, glee filling her heart at the sight of King Tricky, who’d grown up quite a lot in several years. He wasn’t nearly as big as he would be when he’s an adult, but the adolescent triceratops was now several times Sunset’s size.
This didn’t stop her from pouncing on his face and hugging her breasts to his snout. “Tricky! Thank gosh you’re okay! Why aren’t you in a shelter though?!”
“I couldn’t just hide! You know my magic is the key to WarpStone. I had to stay with him to ensure my people could use his power to flee to safety. That Thorntail you rescued told me you were here, so I came to see if there’s anything you need on our end.” Tricky told his friend, who was currently blinding him with those massive orbs hanging off of her torso that he’d learned were what made mammals, well, mammals. They were awfully soft and warm and he felt warm himself at scenting she had one of her pheromone centers right on his snout.
“Well, if you could continue getting everyone to safety, that’s the most we could ask of you...uh, Tricky? I’m stuck on your horn…” Sunset blushed at having gotten her flight suit punctured beneath her breasts and Tricky’s forward horn was lodged between her tits. She felt so embarrassed! Getting her childhood friend’s horn stuck in her tits! So embarrassing!
“Oh, sorry.” Tricky lowered his snout to unhook his horn from her suit, but he didn’t do it enough and when he pulled away, he split her suit to the front of her breasts, causing a ton of under cleavage. “Woop! Sorry.”
“It’s fine. Now then, I’ve gotta-.”
“Sunset, we’ve gotten all the Aparoid Hatchers and we’re cleaning up. We can’t find any other Saurians in need. You can return when you’re ready.” Peppy called through her comm and Sunset sighed in relief.
“Thanks for the update, Peppy. I’m with King Tricky right now. Tell Fox and Krystal to come to my coordinates if they want to meet up.” Sunset replied and then turned to Tricky. “So! How has life been? You found a cute Earthwalker yet?” Sunset wagged her eyebrows and he mewled.
“Sunset~! You know I’m shy…” Tricky whined at her poking fun at him and she giggled happily.
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President Pepper watched what video he could get of the progress on the surface. Star Wolf was doing an admirable job fighting the giant monsters that the Aparoids had turned the very infrastructure of Corneria City into. However, by this point there was no Corneria City. Too much of it had been destroyed and lost to the machinations of the invading Aparoid Menace.
The Undercity may well become the new capital city of Corneria until they could eventually rebuild, but that could take decades, decades that Pepper in his old age wouldn’t see come to fruition. It saddened him deeply to know that the epicenter of his people’s metropolitan culture has been lost under his leadership.
However, things suddenly took a turn for the better when a golden and incredibly beautiful wolfess appeared in the midst of the monsters and left behind a fairly large device before she similarly vanished. When the cubic device went off, it blinded everything to the cameras. Once the light faded, all Aparoids in the area of effect ceased functioning.
“An Anti-Aparoid grenade? Who was that?” Pepper paused when Celestia got a call and she answered it, then hurriedly transferred the call to him. “Yes?”
“What you just saw was my wife dropping an Anti-Aparoid grenade for a test. Since it was successful, I’m going to have her start clearing out as many of the invaders for you as she can. Will that be a problem, Mister President?” The sultry and spine-tingling female voice on the phone informed him and he fought off a shudder.
“I welcome any assistance you can provide, so long as what you ask in return is not beyond reason.” Pepper checked that Celestia was tracing the call and she nodded.
“What I ask is that you allow us to broker future business deals with your government. Tech for tech, goods for goods, scientific advancements for culturally significant movements in your society, those kinds of things. Do we have a deal, President Pepper?” The enticing voice that sounded as if it was spoken by the ultimate temptress crooned and he fought off a fairly embarrassing amount of arousal he hadn’t felt since his wife passed.
“So long as you’re not asking us to completely change our society, I agree. Considering we do need the help. We’re not weak, but we often find ourselves in rather trying circumstances you see.” Pepper didn’t like Corneria being weak, but when faced with the machinations of madmen and monsters, there tended to be very little you could do to maintain faith with the public.
“Oh, trust me, I understand. I’ve been where you are before. That’s why you’re not making a deal with the devil, even if I tend to give that impression. Stay safe, Mister President.” The provocative sensual voice ceased and the line disconnected.
“That call was made from Meteo with an unknown method of communication delivery masked with standard call protocols so it could connect. We were unable to get any data on the sender’s location aside from the general region, not even the ship it was sent from.” Celestia dutifully reported and Pepper huffed, his droopy bloodhound cheeks wiggling with the exhale.
“Whoever they are, they reverse-engineered the Aparoid nanites that Beltino was having trouble safely analyzing. If they want to help, I won’t turn it away. However, we should be wary. Whatever that woman is, her voice alone had unnatural allure to it. I haven’t forgotten my history lessons on the Changelings and how they caused ponykind among others to go extinct. I can only hope that if they have returned, they are not here for the rest of us.” President Pepper chuffed worriedly, hoping that he didn’t just make a deal with someone worse than the devil.
After all, the road to Tartarus is paved with good intentions.
Ch.140
“...So. You come here often?” Penny jokingly asked her sister, who she was intermingling with to the point of almost melding like when she helped Urta develop the ability to mimic a fluffy and fleshy exterior. The sensation was incredible. It was intimate, sensual and soothing to a point where Penny wasn’t sure the last time she felt this comfortable. She was definitely going to be unbirthed more often if just being a mass of goo in a womb was this pleasant.
“Hm~, not as often as I would like.” Urta hummed happily as they swirled around in her wife’s womb. “I can’t tell you how much I’d missed her, sis.”
“I don’t know her enough to know why besides she’s drop-dead sexy. How’d you land this magnificent mare?” Penny asked her sister as she pressed her slime against where she felt Visilia’s hand stroking her side tenderly. It felt so good to be treated like this, as if she were an infant in the womb instead of just a visitor. Her team could take care of themselves for a while, right?
“Well, I didn’t land her. She and I fell hard for the same girl, Wiatr. We grew closer together and we just clicked. I’m a cum factory, she’s a semen demon, add in our respective combat-hungry natures and our shared fetishes, it was easy to find common ground.” Urta replied as she basked in her wife’s affection, the way Visilia hummed and rubbed her belly really made her feel loved. It also helped that even though this wasn’t a proper unbirth, she was receiving feedback from Visilia’s placental wall, which was confused and trying to develop one, but was used to foreign intrusion enough that her body instead was absorbing them slowly. They had enough mass to be fine for several months if need be, so that was okay.
“Yeah, Wiatr fucked me good and triggered all sorts of fetishes I didn’t even know I had. You being a stupid sexy fox didn’t help either, sis. You were what really made me question my sexuality after we first met.” Penny admitted, feeling now was as good a time as any to grow closer to her adopted twin sister. They were literally sharing the same womb now, so it couldn’t get any closer than this.
“Aw, get out~! You’re just saying that because we turn each other on constantly.” Urta teased, only to gurgle contently when Penny melded her slime entirely with her sister and they fused, at least temporarily. “Mm~...sis. I love you…”
“I love you too. Let’s take a nap, huh?” Penny suggested and felt her sister join her in slumber within the warm womb of the lustful demon queen of Tartarus.
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“Hm? I think they fell asleep.” Visilia said after she’d finished the call with President Pepper and smiled at her distended fecundity warmly.
“They were tracking the call, just as you predicted.” Hunter stated as he used his omni-tool throughout the call, picking up the Cornerian government’s attempt of tracing it back to them.
“Eh, they can try. Not that it would help them much.” Visilia chuckled and continued to rub her sides in content, even closing her eyes serenely.
“I still don’t understand, what happened to the Equestrian ponies in this universe? Why did they become extinct?” Hunter questioned, finding it hard to believe an entire species full of magic was no more, excluding Sunset, Luna and Celestia. “How did it happen?”
“Well, now that business is done, I could tell you what the Cornerian Government tells us. They were wiped out by an ancient divergent insectoid race of ponies known as Changelings. They fed on magic and emotions, two of the things that ponies were the most abundant in. They fed unchecked, they drained ponies until they died. It was a horrific genocide that sprung up on them before President Celestia could do more than try to save what few she could.” Juneau lectured, then got a sad wilt to her ears.
“History proves that only Celestia made it to our ancestors, the Diamond Dogs, for safety. Unlike ponies, my ancestors didn’t rely on internal magic, rather the magic in our environment, like the Zebras. Meanwhile, other magical races like the dragons, seaponies, others...they were all hunted down by the changelings to the last and then, once all of their food was gone, they starved to death.” Juneau informed them sadly.
“That is...that is beyond horrible.” Hunter couldn’t imagine the changelings could do that. At least, not from his own experiences and being married to two versions of Chrysalis along with Honey. Then there were even the changelings on the ship right now.
“The Sin of Gluttony.” Visilia solemnly said with a sigh. “Their hunger grew too much and were blinded by it, all the way to the bitter end.”
“This still begs the question of why Celestia is your ‘President’ and Luna still exists. I can take a guess on Sunset, but what’s the story there?” Hunter probed and Juneau sheepishly smiled.
“Believe it or not, we are a representative republic. It’s just...we keep voting her back into office. She even once instated a term limit, only for the next president to overrule it and for everyone to vote her back in. It’s kinda mean to be honest. She deserves to not be in office if she doesn’t want it.” Juneau huffed, clearly in the minority on that. “As for Luna, she appeared to usurp her sister out of nowhere one day, only there was no kingdom, no ponies to rule. She’s our Vice President yet occasionally rotates the presidency with her sister every few years.”
“The more I hear, the more ass-backwards you Corellians obviously are.” Visilia snorted and Juneau rolled her eyes with an exasperated sigh in agreement. “That said, I can understand why you’re sick of your options here.” Visilia laid back, putting her massive pregnant swell up into the air as she closed her eyes and rested her head on the pillow. “Now then, I’m tired. You two can nap with me or go about your day.”
“Nap time sounds nice right now.” Hunter said as he laid next to her, along with Juneau on the other side of her, cuddling up to her sides which were warm and comforting. It wasn’t long before they all fell asleep.
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I withheld my excited squeals and laughter as I piloted Minx through a maze the Aparoids had constructed in the process of building a military outpost in the asteroids. Controlling her was much easier than the simulations that Chrysanthemum had me take and was like my usual flight, only with forward propulsion always on. “Auntie, we’ve got some tailgaters. Slam the brakes and introduce my aft to their faces!”
“Buttslam coming up!” I tittered and followed her suggestion, jolting at the impact the pursuer right behind us made against her, possibly even speared on her angular aft-end. While we’d nearly come to a full stop, it’s wingmates flew ahead and I was able to easily use Minx’s lasers to take them out before they could turn back around. “Alright, any sight of Pigma’s ship or a giant monstrosity with his face on it?” I asked over the comms while trying to make sure Minx didn’t have a cling-on stuck to her butt.
“I’ve found his ship, but it’s deserted.” Garrus reported and I felt anxiety interrupt my glee.
“Then that means he’s become an Aparoid. They would have fused him into a large machine in an attempt to recreate the Gorgon. Look for something massive as well as circular or disc-shaped.” I warned everyone while piloting Minx out of the hollow hexagonal structure the Aparoids were building amidst the asteroids.
“Uh, hey everyone? I see something matching mom’s descriptions…” EDI uneasily informed us and I braced myself as I turned Minx towards where EDI pinged my HUD. Just like in the game, there was a horrifically mutated and twisted Pigma mounted where his pelvis used to be in the center of a hexagonal plate. I closed my eyes, not wanting to witness in reality something that had disturbed me when I was younger.
“So, that’s what happens to people who become infected…” Paretia hissed and I opened my eyes to see a giant purple mechanical Pigma face having covered the hexagon.
“Do not resist, you have been warned. We are the ultimate existence. You cannot resist us. You will join us.” Aparoid Pigma declared and focused his gaze on me. I suddenly felt a spike of agony and shrieked as I writhed in Minx’s pilot seat! I feel like I have fire burning inside me! Get it out!
“Get it out~! Ah ~! Get it out of me~!” I dug my clawed fingers into the flesh of my arms and stomach, tearing bleeding lines into my skin and crying as I tried to get the pain out of me!
“What have you done to her?!” Yola screamed and shot at Pigma’s face, but the armor flaps around it snapped shut. When he was no longer focused on me, I wasn’t feeling like I was being burned alive with acid. “Minx, get her to safety! We’ll deal with this swine once and for all!”
“Yes mom! Don’t worry auntie, I’m taking you back to sis.” Minx gently said as she took control of herself and flew with all speed back towards the EDI .
“Aah, out!” I cried before I felt my hectocotylus slide under my ass and push into my pussy through my suit. “Guh! No! Stop! Help! Halp~!” I slurred, rational thought fleeing me as primal terror along with unwanted pleasure assaulted me. I choked and gasped as my tentacle dove up into my core and began pulsing, pumping me with seed. “Ah...ah...ahn…”
“Nonononononono! Get Urta! The Aparoid nanites we thought were gone are turning Aunt Nora into a breeding factory again!” Minx frantically called ahead and barely waited for the EDI’s hangar doors to open before darting in, jettisoning me and transforming back to her usual self to catch me and carry me into the ship. “Where is Urta, EDI?!”
“She’s in Shepard’s private quarters!” EDI informed Minx as I spasmed bonelessly in her arms, my womb filling, swelling, looking pregnant with a baby already.
“Gah ah!” I moaned as my Spark shuddered and the unwanted pleasure turned in on itself, hurting me for a moment before the insidious nanites within me turned back towards focusing on using my body instead of converting me entirely. I feel good, but I don’t want to feel good. My womb is already packed full of enough of my CNA semen to build several protoforms. I’m fighting off the prompts asking for permission to begin construction, but it’s getting harder...
“Help!” Minx shouted after kicking in Penny’s door and the trio on the bed weren’t who she was hoping for. “Where’s Urta?! The Aparoids are trying to use Nora as a breeding factory again!”
“What?! Urta! Urta ! Wake up! Fertility emergency!” The ultra-sexy red demon alicorn shouted and slapped her belly urgently as mine rapidly swelled. “Guh~! Ahn ~!” Visilia came, her eyes rolling back as a veritable fire-hydrant of slime gushed from her nethers, revealing a towering 10 foot tall muscular and buxom glowing two-tailed vixen who blearily blinked at us before glaring.
“Be Gone, THOT! ” The dual-voiced white, gray and brown vixen shouted as she swatted at my womb and upon impact, all the seed vanished and my uncontrollable pleasure ceased, allowing me to exhaustedly remove my breeding tendril from my sopping quim and limply dangle in Minx’s arms.
“I, ah, need my body fixed.” I whined pathetically, feeling utterly useless. How am I supposed to assimilate them when they’re so damn good at trying to assimilate me ?!
“No, you just need to wait for Runner to show up with the cure, vaccine, whatever.” The tri-colored vixen huffed with a roll of her heterochromatic eyes, one bright blue, one green. “Now then, we were enjoying a nice nap. Open those legs, Visi!”
“Gah, Hey wai-ahn ~!” Visilia moaned as the fused twin slime siblings poured into her vagina and she arched her back as her womb filled again. Once they were back inside her, she flopped bonelessly to the bed, drooling and spasming in aftershock orgasms.
“...I haven’t seen someone overwhelm Visilia in several centuries.”
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Back on Corneria, Runner made her runs throughout the capital city. The Anti-Aparoid grenades worked like a charm, so the Cornerian Military reached the ground without much fuss. Of course, some of Star Wolf’s members and the military were a little unnerved by how creepy the golden-furred and winged cyber-wolfess acted. Dancing around the battlefield, humming a tune, throwing grenades at the enemy, she was practically a madwolf.
What made it even more disturbing was the fact she called in backup. Someone Wolf and Lois knew very well came onto the battlefield with a squad of his own. Berserker and his Blackshield Guard. They engaged the remaining Aparoids in close combat, which the Cornerians felt was crazy, even with how these aliens trounced the mechanical menace.
“Can we trust these people? They seem to be enjoying this battle.” One of the Cornerian soldiers asked fearfully. Many others nodded in agreement and muttered amongst themselves.
“They may be insane, but we can trust them. Just don’t give these guys a reason to think otherwise.” Lois commented from nearby, but she was just as guilty of engaging the Aparoids at point-blank range as the aliens.
“Wee~!” Runner squealed as she skipped through a street full of Aparoids, throwing grenades all over the place and killing off the horde. “How does it feel, you buggy shits?! Having your own strength turned against you?! Oh wait, nevermind, you can’t say shit anymore, fuck-boys!” She started to cackle like a lunatic, twirling around the corpses without a care in the world.
“She’s also incredibly hot.” Eleanor commented casually, standing amidst everyone in the nude since her clothes burned away on entry into the atmosphere. She clearly didn’t care that everyone could see her privates.
“Thanks for the compliment! I can’t really stay though, but if you have any questions regarding us, my brother would be more than happy to answer them! Bye-bye~!” Runner winked at them and vanished in a flash of gold light, some of the celestial’s golden feathers drifting around where she’d vanished. Her colleagues finished off the remnants and went about collecting pieces of their kills as trophies.
“At least our employers can get started on the cleanup efforts.” Panther commented, having abstained from voicing his appreciation of both the naked amazonian space dragoness and the bouncy golden-furred hybrid who had thoroughly spooked him. Same could be said about the Marine and his squad, who were keeping their distance from them.
“Indeed.” Star Wolf turned to face the familiar voice to find President Pepper with both Celestia and Luna at his sides, all formally dressed as if they hadn’t been forced to hide in an underground city. “Thank you for your efforts, Star Wolf. I can’t believe the day has come where I can earnestly thank pirates, but without your help, the Cornerian fleet would not have been able to so quickly reclaim space over our world.”
“Now, are you going to arrest us since you have us right where you want us or are you going to give us another job?” Wolf demanded calmly and all three of the highest political figures of the Lylat System balked at the assumption.
“Heavens, no . Why would I have you arrested? Especially since we’re under the Nightmare Contingency? You’ve faithfully performed the duties for which you were hired, you’re currently exempt from your past actions. However, once we’ve paid you and your work with us is done, it’d be best if you made your getaway around then.” President Pepper amicably suggested, then became serious. “That said, I do have another task for you.”
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“So, when are you two getting married?” Tricky eagerly questioned Fox and Krystal, causing Fox to sputter and Krystal to burst out laughing as she patted Tricky’s side.
“Oh, I’m sure they’ll tie the knot soon enough.” Sunset winked saucily at Fox, who blushed even hotter and Krystal’s laughing increased in intensity while Tricky was completely clueless. “That said though, sorry we can’t stay and help with cleanup efforts, Tricky.”
“Aw, well, it was good to see you again. Please visit soon when there isn’t a planetary crisis, huh? I don’t want to associate you guys with misfortune or something.” Tricky joked and nuzzled them each on the crown of their head and made the effort to raise a foreleg in farewell as the trio of mercenaries left for their Arwings.
“Wee~!” A little serpent that looked like a cosmic cloud of gas mixed with a fish zoomed in from the sky before bonking into the canopy of one of the arwings. “Aw no more flying?” He whined and rubbed his head.
“Is that another Discord?” Krystal questioned with a curious tilt of her head.
“Nope, he's my great-great-grandpa! I’m Morpheus; Spirit of Cosmic Chaos. I’m not as powerful as Gran Dongoruas.” Morpheus said in a childlike manner before he put on thick hater-blocker sunglasses from nowhere and crossed his arms.
“Are you with Urta and them?” Fox asked as he rubbed the bridge of his snout, having a feeling his Discord would be by soon.
“Yep! I’m here to-hey~!” Morpheus whined when Discord, the local one from what the trio could remember of their encounters with him, plucked the little chaos noodle up by his middle.
“Now, now. It’s quite rude to interrupt the protagonists. Oh, while I’m here, I should let you know ahead of time to get to Corneria ASAP. They need elites guarding the homeworld against further invasions. Also, my wife asked me to find out how things are going on capturing an intact Aparoid Core.” Discord said as he pet the childish chaos noodle, who cooed and purred like a cat as he settled into the crook of Discord’s lion arm.
“We don’t know on that front yet. Our extra-dimensional friends are handling that. I have faith they’ll get it back from Pigma. That said, I’ll have us head back to Corneria right away.” Fox told the entity who practically breathed magic and was considered the most powerful person in the Lylat System by default for that fact. However, because of how unpredictable his magic was, it was very difficult for him to do things considered ‘Orderly’. There must be a loophole for him to be here and now. Likely that alien draconequus is to thank.
“Righty-o! I’ll let them know. Now, you little fella are going to come along and help me convince Tia that having kids would make adorable little noodles!” Discord proclaimed and cracked his talons to ready a snap.
“Yay~! My mission is a-!” They vanished in Discord’s magic snap and Sunset tittered.
“That little runt was adorable. Well, let’s get going, we should...oh no.” Sunset smiled at how Krystal was looking at Fox. Her tail was swishing and her eyes bored into his own. The male fox was unable to look away from her deep, beautiful aqua eyes. His own tail was flicking and his green eyes settled into a serene stare as the two lovers simply gazed into each other.
“Are they okay?” Tricky asked Sunset in concern with a loud stage whisper.
“They’re just having an instinctual conversation without words, Tricky. When you find a girl you’ll hopefully have the same sort of thing happen someday.” Sunset wistfully sighed as Krystal reached forward and Fox took her hand, rubbing her knuckles as they both smiled. “They’re about to kiss, if you’re still grossed out by that you may want to look away.”
“Oh! Yay!” Tricky stage-whisper-yelled as the two closed the gap and gently kissed with the sunset framing their silhouette perfectly from Sunset and Tricky’s angle. “Daw~...”
“Those two are so adorable. I think they’ve finally decided to make their relationship complete. I know Fox was pining for Fiona for a long time, but it’s good to see him finally let himself properly fall in love with someone else.” Sunset sighed and idly rubbed her left ring finger, where a lifetime ago someone’s ring rested, but in this lifetime, it still laid unadorned.
“Sunny? You okay?” Tricky asked and Sunset blinked the tears she didn’t notice from her eyes and looked at Tricky’s concerned face. Sunset just smiled and patted his brow.
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“I understand why you decided to let me lay here longer.” Saren commented from the long-stay bed next to mine as I was drip-fed Argent. I was on a ‘recovery berth’, this special experimental bed I was resting on ran rejuvenating energy waves up and down my body to help heal the damages caused by the Aparoid nanites running amok in my systems and trying to turn me into a breeding factory for their nefarious needs.
“Yeah. Parasitic nanite infestation fucking sucks.” I replied tiredly since I had my eyes closed and was trying to commune with my dad, but he could only send static. When the nanites tried to corrupt my Spark, it seems they got a nice hard jolt from it, the Matrix of Leadership and the Enigma of Combination. At least, that’s why I think my dad can’t call with all the interference.
“It invades organics rather thoroughly too, Nora. The...remains of Pigma that have been delivered to me for study are a disturbing testament of the Aparoid’s ability to convert any machine or living tissue to their cause.” Doctor Chakwas said from nearby, where she was examining the dead swine’s corpse or rather, what could be collected.
“Ah...in that case, as soon as you’re back on your feet, could I please get my mobility back?” Saren asked and I sighed with a nod.
“There she is.” I heard Minx say and I tiredly opened my optics to see Vinnie’s stunningly radiant and beautiful lupine face when she entered the med bay and approached. Her bunny ears were limp with sadness at the sight of me. Whatever she did to get those wings like Hunter, she seems even more beautiful than I remember and that’s a pretty tough thing to accomplish.
“Ouch, neither of you two are looking good.” Vinnie mewled as she approached my bed.
“Can’t say the same for you. Hot damn you got hit with the sexy stick a million times since you got abducted by Heaven.” I jokingly complimented the buxom radiant golden beauty with a weak smile when she gently took my left hand and squeezed. “I mean, you look more beautiful than any angel I’ve ever seen. Did it hurt when you fell from Heaven?”
“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were flirting with me, but that can’t be right when you were almost forced to fuck yourself into being nothing besides a monster factory. Twice . Either way, I appreciate the compliment. Anyway…” Vinnie stuck a hand down into her bosom’s inventory and retrieved what must be the cure for the Aparoid infection in an old-fashioned flash drive. “Luckily enough our Scinoxes finished the cure already, otherwise you would’ve ended up rushing them through it. Now, let’s test it.”
“I would normally change my hand to do that but...uh...I’m not exactly in the right condition for that. The only natural port in my body is...y’know…” I blushed, embarrassed that I would need to take a ‘suppository’. I’ve had industrial power cables shoved up my ass before, why am I so embarrassed about needing to take a suppository?
“No problem, I know you’re clean back there from how much you all talk about each other. Ashley particularly can’t shut up about your clean back door.” Vinnie snorted and began removing my shorts.
“Could you at least warm it up?” I asked meekly when Vinnie finished pulling my shorts down my legs. She obliged by rolling the flash drive between her metal hands and then blinked before she huffed and put it against her thicc sexy neck floof before lifting my legs up. “Oof.” I grunted at the oddly shaped intrusion, then sighed in relief when the omni-compatible receiving port that replaced my bowels all the way back when I was first given a proper chassis connected to it and the drive automatically uploaded the digital equivalent to antibodies for the Aparoid nanites.
“I would’ve been here sooner if the locals didn’t need someone to incapacitate the bulk of the invaders in their essentially destroyed capital city. So don’t-mm~.” I leaned up and kissed the beautiful gal before hugging and nuzzling her. “Hey, don’t get too intimate. Who knows if your STD is gone yet. Anyway, I brought you the material needed to complete Saren’s recovery. I hope that’s okay with you?” Aw, how thoughtful of her~.
“Mrr~ yes.” I purred, reaching up to grope the sides of her beautiful bouncy boobs in their armored confines and smiled hungrily up at her as my lust was stoked to an unusual degree.
“Sorry. I tend to have that effect on people lately.” Vinnie apologized and booped me on the nose, which I pouted at since I’m not an anthro, so I don’t have a snoot to boop for comedic effect. Not that I want to be anthro, I’m good being an alien drow. “Lay back down and rest, you still need to recover and getting me to sex you isn’t going to help.”
“Aw, but angel boobies~.” I whined playfully, making honking motions on her armored bosom and she snorted with a roll of her eyes before pushing me back onto the bed.
“Later, for now, rest.” Vinnie ordered like she was my mother.
“Okay.” I whined as I lied down, feeling the Enigma acting weird. “But I...really want to hug and kiss you right now.” I admitted and Vinnie smiled before she leaned in and kissed me, I hugged her-*Whirr-whoo-chi-che-chit!*
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“Commander Penny, please report to the med bay! Commander Penny, please report to the med bay!” Doc Chakwas called over the intercom and Hunter blinked in bemusement, wondering why they were asking for Penny when she was currently in Visi’s womb and everyone knew it.
“Oof, must be me they need and they’re not familiar with me.” Visilia grunted as she sat up and huffed, rubbing her massive dodecuplet-sized unbirthed pregnancy before shifting to get out of bed, levitating her red and black maternity dress onto herself.
“No...it’s not you. Still, c’mon, the doctor is in a panic state. Something has happened.” Hunter said as he got up, gun in hand as he led her towards the med bay. Something wasn’t right.
“Oh~, are you two masturbating?” Visilia groaned at her churning belly while walking behind her husband, her previous pregnant waddle having turned into a comfortable stride once her body adjusted to the weight and her innate flexibility went into overdrive.
“EDI, can you see what happened in the med bay?” Hunter asked since she was the ship itself, making it a lot more convenient.
“Yeah, uh...you should get there. Quick. Not too quick though, don’t burst in or anything.” EDI replied over the nearest intercom, which urged them to speed walk. After a minute, they had reached the med bay and found a rather baffling sight.
“Um...Vinnie?” Visilia asked in confusion. The towering ten foot winged bunny-wolf blinked and looked down at her wife and brother while Chakwas was scanning her. Her previously golden metal forelimbs and calves had become purple. Her eyes were heterochromatic now with the Eye of Tzeentch somehow swapping sockets with the other optic each blink and seemed to pulse on it’s own.
“Wait, where’s Nora?” Hunter asked Doctor Chakwas as he looked around. Saren looked fine, as far as he knew, besides looking so befuddled by whatever happened a few moments ago.
“This is Nora! She’s also Runner! My biometric scanners tuned for cybertronian CNA are finding both Nora’s CNA and Runner’s DNA working in unison somehow as if she were their daughter!” Chakwas exclaimed hysterically, the new impossibility clearly overwhelming the woman despite her years of dealing with unusual bullshit. “Nora did that transforming thing her kind do while embracing Runner, then boom: towering cybertronian Runnora!”
“It is kinda weird, but not. It’s no weirder than having to listen to Tzeentch’s rambling.” Runnora said in a blended dual-toned voice of both Vinnie and Nora as she shrugged and then watched her heaving breasts jiggle in their armored chestpiece.
“Sounds like he’s excited about what happened to you two.” Hunter commented with a snort. “Exactly how did this happen? Did Nora’s Spark have something to do with this?”
“I think so. I mean, I guess? I was feeling a sort of urging from the Enigma of Combination to hug and kiss Vinnie. The next I was sitting here with Karin fussing over me.” Vinnora replied without certainty as she ran her hands over her rippling musculature, which wasn’t Vinnie’s normal physique or Nora’s even if they were both fit and toned women usually.
“Ugh.” Visilia moaned as she felt her womb contract. “Oh~, w-wait you-ahn ~!” Visi keened and Hunter grabbed her to keep her steady as the fused twin sisters gushed from underneath the alicorn demoness’s dress and stood blinking before a similarly bemused Vinnora.
“Whoa...looking good you two!” Vinnora praised and the two-tailed tri-colored vixen smirked.
“Not too bad yourselves. Looks like fusing is all the rage these days.” Penta replied and patted her own muscular bicep with a cocky smirk.
“Hm, say, could you fix Saren up now please? I think he’s been waiting long enough.” Hunter asked Vinnora since he wanted to see if they could use their newfound power while fused.
“Sure thing! I’m just going to need…” Vinnora reached into her heaving beach ball boobs to begin retrieving surgical tools and cybernetic implants that had clearly been prepared beforehand. “Okay, Doc! Saren needs the new arm, leg and eye installed before I can work my magic. I’ll be back later, Saren. You relax, the doc is a professional.”
“You want me to just-fine! Out! I need privacy for a surgery this complex, out!” Karin shouted and bodily began shoving everyone out of her med bay, then closed and locked the door with a holographic sign reading: ‘If you’re not about to die, suck it up and wait’ appearing on the door.
“So! Uh...wanna just chill? I still want to be in her womb, but she seems a bit out of it right now and I don’t wanna overwhelm her.” Penta said while thumbing at the drooling and exhausted Visilia carried like a princess in Hunter’s arms. Thank goodness Juneau was lounging in his Inventory playing more video games, since this would’ve been just the sort of madness he wanted to ease her into rather than just shove her face in it.
“Sure! Let’s go bug everyone. Oh, I’ve got some clothes you can wear even this big.” Vinnora told her wife as she dug in her cleavage and Hunter took a deep bracing breath.
‘Harmonia, Goddess of Harmony. Grant me the stability I need to make it through yet another day of tomfuckery.’
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“It’s good to see Corneria is safe, if damaged.” Peppy sadly mused as the Great Fox approached Cornerian space lanes and they could see the devastation wrought upon the once splendorous capital city.
“Safe? Damaged? Old man, that’s a ruin. What are they gonna do?” Falco asked in outrage directed at the invaders, but his personality still made him sound angry at everyone. Thankfully everybody there knew him and weren’t upset with his tone.
“What we are going to do is rebuild.” Peppy firmly replied to the Zonessian native, who huffed and looked away in mild shame mixed with indignation. “If you’d paid attention in your schooling, you’d know that Corneria’s capital has been lost, changed or destroyed by either natural disaster or war so many times that we gave up on coming up with new names for the city.”
“Hopefully we hear from Penny’s team soon. We need that Core Memory fast so we can stage a counter-strike on the Aparoids to prevent them from drowning us in waves of cannon fodder.” Fox grimly observed and Krystal put a hand on his bicep, which he placed a hand over and squeezed gently in appreciation.
“Message inbound from ship designation: EDI.” Rob reported mere seconds later and Klippa snorted.
“Talk about speaking of the devil. Let’s hear it Robby.” Klippa ordered in a friendly manner and shortly the hologram projector displayed a new face. A vixen who was so thicc yet muscular she put everyone they’d seen before to shame. She was tri-colored in gray, white and mocha brown with two tails and barely seemed to fit in the T-shirt and short-shorts she was wearing.
“Hey, we’ve got the Aparoid Core and we’re heading for Corneria. We’re giving this message a half-hour ahead of time because we can be there within moments and we don’t want to startle the locals. Please inform them ahead of time to leave all vectors in the direction of Meteo clear.” The vixen who had an odd two-toned voice informed them before the message ended.
“That’s great! I’ll call my dad and tell him to make sure the prototype warp gate isn’t in that sector above the planet.” Slippy said as he brought up his Omni and Sunset reached into her under cleavage, which was a look she decided she liked, to retrieve a phone.
“I’ll call Tia to let her know Old Pepper needs to keep that area clear too.” Sunset said before perking up. “Hey Tia-I’m fine, I’m just-no it isn’t about that!” Sunset blushed heavily and hurried away from the bridge to everyone’s bemusement.
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This is awesome ! I’ve never felt so much energy in my life! Either of my lives! I feel like I can both run forever and also turn into a ship and bounce between stars with an ease that was insulting to both of my previous iterations! Also I’m fucking horny as hell! Hnnng ~! I don’t know how either of my previous selves could stand being this fucking horny! I can barely take it! I wanna make bunnies so bad~! I-I also know I can resist. I have too much to do to be preggers with a litter of adorable bouncy baby bunnies baking like buns in my oven.
But it would be really nice to-! “Vinnora! You’re drooling again.” Visilia shouted at me and I wiped the spit from my muzzle with a faint blush. I feel so hot, so horny, so breed hungry. One of my past selves didn’t feel like this besides while already pregnant, the other is familiar with it to the point of exhaustion. Me? I just wanna grab any of those sexy guys or dick-girls around and get to doing what nature made me for. “Vinnora, again, please separate from each other.”
“But I’m still me.” I pouted at my wife with a mewl of disappointment of her wanting me to not be me and instead return to being the old me times two.
“No, Vinnie, you’re not. The beautiful person I married wouldn’t pout this much or be so quick to give in to her lusts to the point of preoccupation without a long time putting up with sexual tension.” Visi gently insisted and I wilted, my sexy floppy prehensile-ish ears draping down the sides of my head. They were much more sensitive than one of me remembers while the other was thankful they weren’t as sensitive.
“But...can’t I at least have some fun before I have to revert?” I asked my wife pleadingly, not wanting this iteration of me to end before I got to enjoy myself.
“No. One of your personalities is overthrowing the other by miles. I’d rather that not happen for all our sake. Vinnie, please, don’t let your insanity cloud Nora’s perception.” Visi pleaded as she looked into my eyes, those gorgeous eyes that I couldn’t refuse or deny.
“Fine…” I whined and gave myself a sad grope before I-*Whirr-whoo-chi-che-chit!*
“Whoa! That was...that was weird !” I squeaked after I suddenly found myself standing next to Vinnie, who was wobbly and leaning into me. She was still in her full suit of light armor and I still had no bottoms since I was de-pantsed just before that Combination happened. “I mean, I was you, you were me. I was still me and you were still you, but we were one person too.”
“Holy crap I didn’t realize how bad I’d gotten. Having you as a buffer yet enabler of my lust really pointed out how much I constantly crave sex. I’m gonna have to take medication or something to help regulate this or I’ll turn into one of Wiatr’s breeding bitches...I need help, because I really want that to happen and I can’t afford to let it.” Vinnie sighed and patted my butt. “Thanks Nora. That was both fun and helpful.”
“Anytime! No, really, anytime . I felt so complete when I was fused with you, so if you ever feel like it, I’m up for some shenanigans.” I nuzzled her and hugged her tightly before Visi cleared her throat.
“While I’m glad you two managed to pull yourselves apart and learned what you needed to learn, we should get ready for meeting with the Cornernian government. Nora, you and Yola find a dress. Those tentacles of yours are not going to cut it and no arguments from either of you.” Visi firmly stated as she lectured me like I was an unruly child.
“I’m sure my enviro-suit is enough, considering Star Fox wears their usual clothes when talking with Pepper and he’s the wartime president.” I considered and used my breeding tendril to cover my groin in the meantime while I left the room Visilia had managed to corral me into after having gone about the EDI and potentially traumatized everyone with my oversexed bunny-wolf self. Uh, I mean, Vinnora’s oversexed bunny-wolf self.
It is very hard not to think of myself as myself when not myself while...ugh! Now that I’m thinking back on it, it’s so confusing, but it’s so simple at the same time. I was me the whole time, nobody else. Even Vinnie was me. Is that what Aparoid assimilation is like? Only it overrides everyone else instead of accepting them wholly into the fore unlike what I and Vinnie did? The Aparoids need to be destroyed, because they destroy what made someone who they were instead of accepting them as they were.
I think I see why I may need their powers to help the Milky Way achieve some form of Universal Understanding without brainwashing everyone by turning them all into a networked hivemind consciousness. “Sis, I see you’re not fused with Vinnie anymore.” I broke from my musing of philosophy and the sense of self when Yola approached me in the hallway.
“Yeah, but I didn’t like that Visi wouldn’t even let me have any sexy fun before she forced me to split from Vinnie. That bunny-wolf is...uh…” I blushed as Yola leaned against me, bust to bust and pleaded with her eyes. “You want to be next? Now?”
“Yes! We used to be one in a sense, sis. I want to feel that again, even if it’s not exactly the same. Besides, you two were having so much fun teasing all of us and getting us all worked up. Most of the others have gone off with one another to work off the steam, but I wanted to see if you had room for one more. Now, I want you to have me as part of you. I want it, I need it.” Yola closed the distance made by our breasts and I moaned into her kiss-*Whirr-whoo-chi-che-chit!*
I...I don’t feel all that different. I feel more . I feel complete. “Oh~ I missed this~...” I ran my hands down my body, sighing in content at the tactile sensation of rightness that I hadn’t realized I’d been missing in duplicate. Sure, I understand that I can’t stay this way, but for now? I checked my sexy ten-foot amazonian self over and smirked saucily at the sexy bitch I was even now. At least my shorts are sized up like my shirt, though I’m wearing both the tank top and the blouse, yet the blouse is open. I’ll worry how my Combination power works with clothes later.
“Hey Yo-duh…” Ashley gawked up at me and I giggled with a wink at my wife.
“Hey babe, I’m kinda in the mood for some love. You up for tentacle play?” I asked her playfully.
“Yes please!”
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“Why do I have to wear a dress ?” I muttered because dresses are not my style. Sure, I feel pretty, but I don’t care for fancy clothes. I wrinkled my nose as I fluffed the hem of the slim ankle-length skirt of the purple dress Visilia had forced on me. I’d had to shrink down to my separate selves’ usual size to wear it too.
“Because indecent exposure is a class-two felony.” Visilia warned me.
“My enviro-suit would’ve been fine. This system allows mercenaries in flight suits or BDU to be worn in meetings with the president and general.” I huffed indignantly, wondering how a corset supporting my breasts and the plunging cleavage I was putting on display was any less indecent. At least my suit fully covers me.
“I know, but...well, I was gonna say ‘play it safe’. But…” Visilia awkwardly said as she looked towards her security detail. Night Sentinels, all ten of them in their version of 40K’s Terminator armour, which was mixed in with Reinhardt’s armour. This also included Hunter, Runner and Berserker. I’d call them by their names, but they’re in ‘mission mode’ right now.
“I’d be less upset about this if you didn’t pull me away from my wife while I was pleasuring her.” I pouted and crossed my arms under my bust as the EDI flew alongside the Cornerian flagship Full O’ Pep and we quickly went through docking procedures. “You also could’ve given me time to separate into my other selves, but no, now I’m-.” I was silenced when Berserker gently pressed a finger on my lips, bringing another up to his own.
“Stop bickering, President Pepper is entering me.” EDI announced and the bridge crew stood at attention. Even though Pepper doesn’t have authority here, protocol is to be followed. Even Penta, who still hasn’t diffused and even shrunk down to her usual selves size was saluting.
“My, such a polite reception. I’m humbled, considering your technology is clearly far superior to my people’s.” Pepper, an old bloodhound in a red formal military uniform who had maintained a surprisingly youthful fur tone despite his occupation, praised as he entered the ship and saluted in return. “At ease, don’t stand at attention on my behalf. Might I please speak to the highest authority of this ship before the highest political authority? Pardon any dissonance in culture, but I must greet the ship’s commander first.”
Oh yeah...Corneria likely has a long-standing ancient maritime tradition considering that most of the homeworld is covered in ocean.
“That would be me, Mister President. I am Princess Commander Penta-er, pardon. I am Commander Penny Shepard and Princess Urta. I am two people in one body right now, no it is not a psychological condition, it is a literal one.” Penta introduced herself awkwardly to the president, who hummed and tilted his head.
“So your society is still fairly magical in nature then or so technologically advanced I cannot fathom it. Pleasure to meet you Princess Commander Penta.” Pepper’s response to her situation made Penta beam so brightly it almost seemed her eyes and teeth were shining. Wow those twin tails are twirling so much she might just start hovering! Oh no! My beloved Penny is fused to Urta and they’re a kitsune with two tails who might be able to fly! We’ve achieved definitive bad-fanfiction status! “Now then, I can greet the highest political authority.”
“That would be me, Mister President. We spoke over the phone before.” Visilia said as she curtsied slightly with her formal black dress that both covered and emphasized her beauty and sensual body at the same time. It was basically the same as the dress she lent me, only much more flattering of her deep red fur while mine merely offset my light lavender skin.
“Ah, yes. The femme with the voice that was rather enticing to a degree I was worried I was being mentally influenced over long-distance.” Pepper reached forward when Visilia extended a hand and he leaned forward to kiss her knuckles like a gentleman.
“Please, I’m nothing like my wives.” Visilia said with a blush and a beaming smile. Whoa, this old dog is smooth.
“Be that as it may, you being a pony, an alicorn too, gives me some hope. Is there a civilization of ponies out among the stars?” Pepper asked hopefully while stepping back politely and entering a parade rest.
“Try a parallel universe, though I wouldn’t recommend it. They’re not all the same.” Visilia informed him with a sigh.
“Wait, are there no ponies here?” A little dragon with fairy wings yelped as she popped into existence over my head. Hey! If I have to wear a dress, why does this fairy get to be naked?!
“No fairies either. No magical creature with innate magic survived the Changeling Holocaust. Not even themselves.” Pepper grimly answered the naked fairy without an ounce of surprise.
“You! No! Out! Important political meetings are off limits ! Don’t make me have Wiatr recall your whole batch!” Visilia snarled at the fairy, who squeaked fearfully and poofed away. “Sorry about that. Now then, we have the Core and wah wah wah, wah wah, wah wah -.”
Oh no ~ my patience has run out and they’ve degenerated into Charlie Brown adult noises!
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“The answer is still no, Discord.” Celestia weakly insisted from where she sat at her desk, blushing hotly at Discord begging for them to have children. The sight of the adorable little noodle named Morpheus made the ancient alicorn long for a foal of her own, but she’s so busy ~! She couldn’t possibly have foals. Not to mention that her children would all essentially be forced into being broodmares and studs with genetic modifications so they could have diverse children themselves that would be equines even when their partners were of other species.
“Aw, but Lulu finally gave in and let Mac knock her up after you and I gave her that show. You’re finally having a niece or nephew. Wouldn’t you like them to have a playmate and for your sister’s kid to have your kid be their best friend?” Discord reasoned and Celestia shifted in her chair, her panties wet with desire, her core hot with need. All this baby talk had her ready and she bit her lip as she tried to resist. Pepper wouldn’t be able to handle the stress at his age with her out of commission for a whole year.
“Gah!” A tiny dragon fairy appeared before them and pulled a full-size pony from her bust! This pony wore a nun outfit, but was half naked with her huge breasts and balls on display. The chestnut mare blinked as she looked at the two surprised occupants of the room. “You breed, repopulate ponies, use local genes .” The Fairy dragon ordered before pulling out fourteen more nuns. Five male, five female, four more of these dickmares. “I repeat, use the local gene pattern for all MAGICAL species! The limit is 5,000 breedable offspring pre species. By Wiatr’s will!”
The males and dickmares looked at Celestia with blushing smiles as the females looked at her husband. “Um...could we perhaps arrange something with less possibility of hurting my wife? Also, I wanted to be the one to impregnate her as her husband.” Discord reasoned and Celestia nodded, but her face was bright red and her wings were flared out at seeing so many sexy ponies in one place after thousands of years since the Changeling Holocaust.
“We Nuns are gene neutral and can breed thousands in months so long as nutrition is supplied. Our magic won’t hurt her and we just need her at first to obtain the local genes, then we’d breed each other until a stable population is achieved.” One explained as she got close to Celestia, her cock growing erect before the alicorn.
“Tia, are you okay with it? I sense they do have the magic to do this. It’s rather Chaotic in nature, but with a Harmonious hint of Order to it. I still want us to have a baby together, however.” Discord was fine with this since they didn’t seem to want to turn his wife into a broodmare.
“I just need samples of your eggs.” The Nun purred to Tia as she leaned over the white mare. The alicorn whimpered needily as the flare of the musky, veiny, thick horsecock sandwiched between her E-cup breasts and poked her chin. The scent, one she hadn’t smelled in nearly 1000+ years made her brain short-circuit and she grabbed the breeding pole hungrily, sucking on her flare in blind desire. “Whoa! E-easy~!”
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“Well, a breeding Coven is here. Ponies might be coming back. My little sister is miffed to Tartarus too.” Aliata chuckled as she nuzzled Oikonny while snuggling his side. She was his size now because after she’d recharged from her latest wish-granting, the dragon fairy was asked if he could have just one more wish and he wished she was able to reach his size and stay that way whenever she wanted. Considering they’d just finished a satisfying and wild evening in bed, she very much wanted to be big enough to snuggle her mate.
“Oh?” He asked before a little blue fairy dragon appeared, glowing with anger.
“Sis, why didn’t you set up a breeding program?!” The fairy roared at Aliata. “Or were you so focused on this?!” She demanded while she poked Oikonny’s flaccid cock through the blanket.
“Buzz off of my boyfriend’s dick you little slut! He’s establishing our creator’s worship in this universe, that’s more important than reviving a species since you could only be here too because of that!” Aliata shrieked at the fairy, even zapping her with a beam of fairy dust.
“Ponies only had Three specimens!” The fairy barked back.
“And?! You still wouldn’t have been able to address it if Wiatr’s power wasn’t present here!” Aliata defended, which Oikonny considered true, but she could’ve popped over to Corneria to help the moment things had settled down here. Instead she stuck around, lavishing him in attention and helping him provide for his people’s needs.
“Aliata, gah!” The little Fairy flew around making noise in frustration and Oikonny could smell her need for recharging her magic. Something he’d gotten used to smelling from Aliata. It was a faint scent you’d miss if you didn’t know what to look for since it smelled like flowers. “And you're pregnant! You...Gah!”
“Oikonny, honey. Want to know how to make a fairy stop being an angry noise maker?” Aliata asked him as she lifted their blanket. Aliata grabbed her sister, who was now sounding more angry, before she grabbed his cock and used magic to bring him to full hardness before she shoved the little minx down him, stretching her body like she was a fancy onahole.
“Ahn ~! Guh~! Y-you bitch~!” The little fairy gasped and spasmed as her body, designed to be treated like this, gave her mind-blowing pleasure while Aliata twisted her on Oikonny.
“Are you done being a bitch?” Aliata asked and pulled the fairy down Oikonny’s cock, the fairy’s body turning into a fleshy cocksleeve with boobs as she gurgled, his glans stretching her head until her mouth pulled open to reveal his urethra. “Ep, ep, ep! None of that!” Aliata grabbed the fairy’s lips and pulled them forward then pressed them tightly, sealing them together and removing her mouth. “Okay sweetie, she must be milking you good. Fill her like a condom!”
“I don’t even know her name.” Oikonny grunted as indeed he was receiving quite the amount of pleasure from the fairy-turned-cocksock.
“Bistonia.” Altia told him as she moved to hover over his cock, Bitonia’s eyes widening when Aliata positioned her pussy for penetration. “Now then, I still have three more wishes after you wished for me to be able to change size. Wish to be a cum cannon, wish to fill me and this bitch. Wish to be the husband I always dreamed of.” Aliata whispered as she lowered over the squealing and cumming fairy-turned-condom.
“I can feel both of you.” Oikonny groaned as he grabbed his lover’s hips. “Very well, I wish to be the cum cannon you desire.” Aliata gasped and he grunted as his respectable 7 inch penis began expanding inside her, his balls began swelling, pressing his thighs apart until he had basketballs churning with cum beneath her ass. “Guh...I wish to be the husband you always dreamed of.” Oikonny groaned as he bulked up, going from the slim form of a snow monkey into the buff form of a silverback gorilla as his penis began to outline on her lower abdomen.
“Ah...ah...w-one m-more wish.” Aliata gasped and panted as she was stretched to fit around him, Bistonia acting as a condom was likely so blissed-out right now she was little more than an automatically milking sex toy. “Oh, Ah, you're in my ovaries! Guh, I’m stretched so good!”
“I wish to be able to properly achieve orgasm!” Oikonny snarled and he roared like a primal beast as he humped into his lover. The fairy-winged dragoness screamed as her womb began filling with her mate’s fecund seed. Even with another fairy acting as a barrier, it was beyond any pleasure she’d experienced before. “Guh, hah, that was, I want kids so badly.” Oikonny huffed. “Is this your magic talking?”
“Y-you wished you were like the husband I...always dreamed of…” Aliata spasmed as he filled her, continuing to cum like the cannon he wished to be, turning her into a cum balloon. His semen was reaching places normally impossible to go, such as her breasts, ass and limbs.
“Am I impregnating your sister?” Oikonny asked as they felt their Condom wiggle her body.
“Likely, yeah. You’re also filling me with her-you bitch -hey sis-fucking awesome or not, not cool -I know, sorry. You’re not sorry .”
“Are you two merging?” Oikonny asked in worry.
“Yes-kinda . I’m filling her entire body and- mmph~!” Aliata’s cheeks swelled with his cum and her eyes rolled back as her orgasming intensified while she cumflated like a living lewd condom.
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“Oh~! These are all fascinating!” Washu exclaimed as she poked at Pigma’s Aparoid remains. “Why did I leave earlier? Fu, fu, fu. I needed my Daughter here to capture a living sample for me.” I didn’t ask, but okay. I looked at the elf-eared woman who was obviously Ryoko and she shrugged at me.
“Ma’s ma. I don’t get why she had to come get me when she could easily do it alone, but I’m glad she decided to go on a ‘mother-daughter trip’.” Ryoko informed me, even though I didn’t ask that either, but okay.
“Please get them out of my med bay.” Karin pleaded with me, even though that’s not why I’m here, but okay.
“I’m just going to convert Saren now that he’s stable, then I’ll try my best on the latter.” I may be incredible, but I’m no miracle worker. Especially not when it comes to godly entities. Saren was still under from his cybernetic implant surgery, so now was as good a time as any to ensure those would never have a chance to fail. I put my palm on his head-*Flash *-done. Wow, that is much easier when I have more of me to use.
Saren looked much the same, though his forearms and calves down were obviously robotic like the rest of us cybertronians. I couldn’t get rid of his scars though, so I hope he doesn’t mind. “Fascinating! Complete conversion from DNA to CNA within seconds! You really are quite the Enigma, Norola.” The short big-haired red-head complimented me as she scanned Saren instead of the remains of Pigma.
“Norola? Oh~ why can’t you be happy with just being yourself? Please come over here so I can get scans of this version of you for comparison.” Karin sighed in anguish and I shrugged before complying with her request to sit on an exam table. We don’t have much to do while Beltino and his team with Slippy work on the Aparoid Core Memory to locate their homeworld as well as develop the apoptosis antibody that would supposedly kill the Aparoid Queen, which I knew would fail and give me an opportunity to assimilate her and steal her powers.
“So you can fuse too, huh? I can too, but I don’t like doing it. I get all mixed up until I split up again.” Ryoko commented and I faintly remembered images of her as a catgirl, but I can’t remember if that was because Washu messed with her or if it was because she fused with Ryo-Ohki for a power boost or something.
“I am Nexus Prime, the one in possession of the Enigma of Combination. I can combine with nearly anyone it seems, but it is easier with those I have great trust or other relations with.” It would make sense with the two instances beyond baseline that I’ve experienced. My other half has been with me from the beginning and Runner is a good friend with benefits that I am quite fond of.
“Ah, no wonder I sensed old Primus on you. You’re a good person if he’s so heavily invested in you.” Washu praised and patted my shoulder, but I blinked and wiggled my elfin ears. I both view myself in the same light, yet do not think I am that great. It is odd to have conflicting notions. I suppose I’m just two minds about it at the moment.
“Bah, being good is not all that nice.” Ryoko huffed and Washu playfully began pulling on her cheeks.
“Huh? What’s that? You don’t like Tenchi suddenly? Oh no, what will I tell him about your evil ways~?!” Washu playfully wailed and Ryoko fruitlessly tried to get her mother off of her.
“Grrr...thanks Norola, now please get them out of here.” Karin grumbled and went back to her work, so I nodded and grabbed both Washu and Ryoko’s ears, dragging them out of the med bay like they were misbehaving children. I released them once out and waved before continuing on my way to my room. I still need to get out of this damn dress.
“Huh? You’re just gonna grab us by the ears then walk off?!” Ryoko snarled and I ducked to the side while continuing my stride, letting her fly past me and end up kicking a wall. I grabbed her ankle before she could fall and held her out to the side by said ankle with one hand and kept walking towards the crew quarters. “Hey! Let me go, damn it!”
“You’re only making it worse for yourself, Ryoko! I’ll be bugging old Beltino while you get acquainted!” Washu called down the hall, only to yelp when I spun around and launched Ryoko at her like a missile. I even heard a bowling pin strike. I didn’t stay to see what they would respond with, getting into the hall with the ‘private’ suites and pausing at the sight of Visilia, hyperpregnant with our respective unbirthed wives once more and in her maternity dress.
“Hey.” Visilia waved to me as she rubbed her belly. I didn’t respond, I instead tilted my head to the left and wiggled my ears. “Um...okay, so...I...and they…” I nodded along, waiting for her to continue. “I’m enjoying this way too much, so are they. I guess we all miss that feeling of knowing life is growing inside us. As for my husbands and wife, I sent them off to the cafeteria to get some food for me. I was getting hungry.”
“So your body is thinking you’re properly pregnant. Alright. What you all get up to is your business and I do not object.” Besides, pregnant demon queen, nuff said.
“So you’re okay with your wife in my womb for an untold amount of time?” Visilia asked in bemusement and I tilted my head again.
“You did fuck our brains out before. Consider this another step towards being part of our odd romantic unit. Now then, if you do not require anything, I wish to retire so that I may separate and rest.” I approached her, rubbed her belly and kissed her cheek, then continued on my way.
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“You’re doing good Nora, Yola.” I stirred and sat up from the comfortable bed of thorns, yawning as I looked next to me, smiling at seeing Yola in the nude laying in the thorns next to me. “You’ve unlocked part of the Enigma. Of course, you’ll never understand all of it. Even I can barely comprehend unless I squint at it.” Papa Primus joked and I rolled my optics.
“Careful, you get any more dadtastic than proper dad jokes will come as second nature.” I snorted out my nose before a swarm of locusts burst from the valley of thorns.
“Join us!” The swarm buzzed and I sprayed it with a can of bug spray that somehow wound up in my hand. “Argh! We shall return!” The swarm ineffectually vowed and dispersed.
“Annoying pest. They’re even worse than swarms of Scrappers.” Dad shuddered at the thought of those metal-eating devils. “Getting eaten is one thing, but being turned is another, a worse fate to be sure.”
“I’m sure.” I sighed before feeling some pleasure in my ‘sleep’ moments after Yola vanished.
“She isn’t ready to wake up to this place yet. She will soon. As for you, it’s about time you woke up-.” I gasped and moaned, wondering when waking up to sexual pleasure became a new standard for me. I woke to Yola smiling down at me with Tali dozing next to us.
“Tali woke me up while you were sleeping. We had some fun, but after two rounds she needed to sleep. Jun is tiring her out more as his processing power grows. As for me, I’m still horny and you are just what I need.” Yola purred as she fingered my cunny and I gasped as she latched onto my right nipple to suck and drink my argent/milk/omni-gel mixture.
“Mm~, Yola. I’m not exactly-mm~.” I mewled as her tentacles came into play, one diving into my quim, the other my ass, one wrapped around my waist and two groped and teased my breasts. “Ah, Yola, n-no~. Ah, unf, deeper~!” I gave in, the pleasure from someone I love and trust breaking down my hesitance, but then I felt that pressure in my Spark. “W-wait-!” *Whirr-whoo-chi-che-chit!*
“Unf! No~! Why did that happen?!” I wailed in despair, my groin wet and eager to continue, but my partner is now me and I’m twice as horny now! The calculating calm I had yesterday seems to have given way to lust. “Visilia.” I moaned when I climbed out of my room and looked for the mare, wanting her cock or at least her lady bits since my breeding tendrils...plural, my two hectocotylus tentacles were aching to deliver my payload of cum and she did describe herself as a semen demon at some point I believe.
Figuring that she might be sleeping in either Urta or Penny’s rooms, I went to the bed corresponding with Penny’s room, since that was the one I had free access to. Sure enough, inside was the demon I was seeking, but she was in a literal dogpile on the bed with Hunter, Vinnie, Bryan and the new busty mate Hunter brought back snuggled up to her. With a saucy grin I deployed all 8 of my tentacles and lowered myself down until I was perched on her belly.
“Hm? Norola, what’s up?” Visi jolted awake the moment my moist mons touched the apex of her overstuffed womb. She couldn’t exactly move with both of her sides being snuggled. Her fecund swell still held both of our wives, but that pregnant look made me even hornier.
“I’m in need~.” I purred to her as I raised my two Hectocotylus to show off how engorged I was, as well as grinding my soaked quim against her popped-out navel.
“Mm…” Visi bit her lip as I ground my cunt against her sensitive belly button.
“I want to shove these into you, fill you with seed or get pounded for hours.” I moaned to the beautiful matronly queen of Tartarus, not worried about waking her mates. Fuck, I could go for an orgy right now!
“Why are you so horny?” Visi asked while wriggling beneath me and waking the others around her.
“I separated to go to sleep last night. Earlier, Tali woke me up, well, half of me. We fucked a few rounds, but then I wanted to fuck myself. Sadly, I Combined on accident before I came. So I’m horny from orgasm denial.” I explained, hoping that she would understand without me using pronouns that don’t apply in my mind. I’m me right now, I can’t be anyone else.
“Hrm, hey, what’s…?” Vinnie grumbled as she woke up, but fell silent at the sight of me practically humping Visi’s navel into my pussy. “Why is she fucking your navel and why didn’t I think of that?” Vinnie pouted as she got up and leaned against Visi’s belly.
“Because we didn’t think of it. I’m not going to stop her either, this feels incredible. I might actually cum if she keeps going.” Visi panted and stroked her sides as within our wives began swirling and sloshing about, likely woken by my bouncing. “Oh~...”
“What’s with this talk about navel sex?” Hunter questioned until he looked my way, seeing how my legs were straddling Visi’s massive belly with her bulbous navel pressing into my quim and my tentacles wrapped around her underbelly for stability. “Oh...that’s why.”
“Mwuh? Uh? Why is a porno alien in the room?” The extra-busty bricc amazonian husky blearily asked and I moaned in arousal at so many onlookers watching me fuck myself on a massive preggo belly because I’m too fucking horny to bother waiting for proper sex!
“Oh! Honey, look, some sexy lady is belly fucking your wife.” The busty fairy fox nudged Bryan in excitement. She must be one of Wiatr’s fairies, like from earlier.
The scarred, tattooed and muscular cybertronian winged wolf anthro mumbled before waking up, watching me perform with rapt attention. I bit my lip as I reached my pair of breeding tendrils down to Visilia’s soaking wet vagina, but didn’t go past rubbing her engorged vulvae as I wordlessly asked his permission, even if Visi was already keening and moaning beneath me. Getting up on his hands and knees, he crawled behind me slowly, like a predator on the prowl for prey until he ended up behind me, where I heard him breathe in my scent.
“Hey Hunter, what’s he doing? I thought musk play was more Wiatr’s thing.” Vinnie asked her brother and Hunter was flushed as he wrapped an arm around the husky, who perked at apparently being on the same wavelength as her mate. “Wait, really ?”
“Mm~!” I moaned into my bit lip as Bryan stopped me from riding Visi, tilting me forward until I was perched with my own stomach against her belly, looking into the flushed and panting mare’s face as he dove into my muff, his long tongue thrusting deep -. “Ahn ~!” I came, but only with my female organs. My poor, engorged breeding tendrils need stimulation to release! “Ah! Y-you didn’t say if I could fuck her w-with-mm~! M-my breeding tentacles!”
“Fuck me! I don’t care about anything besides you finishing what you started! Penta will drink up what you put in me anyway!” Visilia practically pleaded, clearly having been on the edge of an orgasm when Bryan stopped my belly bouncing.
Hearing this, he stopped and pulled away, making me whimper needily until I felt him grab my hips while I still had my tentacles lined up with Visilia’s dripping cunt. I was bemused and worried until Berserker started pushing a finger inside my quim, slowly yet surely slipping more into me, even giving my ass a smack. Taking that as his permission, I started pushing into Visi, feeling her walls clench and practically pull me into her depths.
“Oh~ Visi. Your pussy is incredible~.” I praised her, my pair of tentacles each easily as thick as a soda can wriggling and writhing within her incredibly elastic vagina as they penetrated into her womb, her cervix incredibly yielding even if it squeezed and clenched on me harder than the rest of her birth canal. “Ahn ~!” I wailed when Berserker grabbed both of my ass cheeks and dove back into my cunt, but what really began driving me wild was a combination of Visi cumming hard around my lengths, her nipples spraying milk onto her belly as her eyes rolled back.
Then Penta suddenly formed her own pussy around the lengths inside of Visi’s womb and fucked me while I was unable to respond! “Holy shit.” Vinnie hissed and grunted in arousal, groping her breasts with one hand while the other dove into her wet slit to masturbate. Hunter was stunned and only groaned when his mate grabbed his tumescence and began jerking him off as she too fingered herself.
This was all too much. “G-gunna~!” I blacked out, choking and spasming as I came so hard that if I were still a non-CNA based android, I’m sure I would’ve self-terminated! Then I gasped and wordlessly bellowed like an animal when I felt a huge knotted dick slam into my cunt while I pumped Penta and by proxy Visi with my cum, then I moaned around a similarly huge and knotted cock as it dove into my throat while two people got on my back and began writhing against one another as I was spitroasted while fucking two women at the same time…
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“Damn it Bryan!” Kevin huffed in satisfied exasperation at his brother.
“What?” Bryan shrugged at his brother in confusion as his fox-fairy, Rivala, tittered and vanished behind his balls into her lover/master’s inventory.
“You didn’t have to overwhelm her.” Kevin tiredly gestured to the two bloated babes named Visilia and Norola who were both absolutely stuffed to the point of seeming about to burst with 15 children each and literally fucked unconcious.
“Well, maybe they both needed it. God knows I did. Shame the other new mates couldn’t be here since I figured they’d be safer back home.” Bryan chuckled as he and Kevin got out of bed. “Speaking of which.” Bryan gave a questioning look between Kevin and Juneau, to which his brother blushed and nodded towards the door to the bathroom.
“Fuck, that was incredible. You used to be straight, huh?” Vinnie asked Juneau with surprise, since the two had climbed atop the other two ladies to scissor their cunts together while leaning against the guys who decided to fill Norola up at both ends.
“Yeah. Used to be is the operative phrase.” Juneau huffed next to Vinnie, where they were leaning against Visilia’s side on the bed while the boys went to the bathroom to start the day.
“Heh, you’ll get used to it.” Vinnie chuckled and patted Juneau’s shoulder before leaning her ear against Visi’s womb, listening to the sloshing and churning Penta within crooning and humming in content with her copious offering of semen. “How’s that batch going to turn out, Penta?”
“What do you think? Mm~ she filled me so much…” Penta’s muffled voice called through Visilia’s thick and firm womb. “I haven’t been breeding much and I’ve been birthing through the Womb Wards, so it’s good to get a top-off from my wife.”
“Aw, so you took it all and didn’t let Visi enjoy something she forgot she enjoys?” Vinnie mewled playfully, rubbing Visilia’s side. The comatose mare crooned in her blissful oblivion.
“You mean this unbelievably hot preggo not only isn’t pregnant, but hasn’t been in ages?” Juneau asked in surprise. “Wow. She looks like a veteran broodmare. It’s like she was meant to have beautiful children.” Juneau praised as she looked at the sleeping mare’s radiant smile and otherwise impossibly beautiful face, framed by a shiny and vibrant crimson mane that cascaded on the pillow beneath her head as she slumbered, her hands resting on her belly.
“Not in the last four hundred years.” Vinnie told her as she rounded Visi’s massive form to look at the similarly insensate Norola, whose cum-stuffed belly was pressing against Visi’s own swell. “Norola though, I’ve seen and understood has been a regular broodmother to thousands of people in the past few years and was responsible for the first wave of synthetic citizens nearly three decades ago. I wouldn’t be shocked at all if she’s constructing a few dozen or hell, maybe over a hundred new lives in that fantastic womb of her’s.”
“Whoa...I am both impressed and a bit nervous. Will I be that...productive ?” Juneau asked with a bite of her lip and a grope of her breasts, causing Vinnie to smokily leer at her and lick her chops.
“Babe, as someone who has had a ton of kids, I can practically guarantee it if you can’t keep your libido in your pants around any of us.” Vinnie purred and got off the bed, taking Juneau by the hand to the bathroom where the boys had just left with towels around their waists and looking nice and clean. She used to be male and she couldn’t fathom how they were so fast in the bathroom. “Now c’mon, we have a day to face and I don’t want my fur all sticky or crusty.”
“I’m guessing like Hunter, your extra floof is new then? Let me show you some tricks. Since I’m a husky, I’ve always had to deal with thick fluffy fur.” Juneau smirked naughtily and Vinnie returned the smirk as they approached the luxurious spa/bath.
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I awoke to a familiar feeling. One I’ve felt many a time before, only it wasn’t usually this long-lasting. Why haven’t I turned all this delightful cum into babies? Oh...half of me had my microfactories off when I combined and that’s the default setting unlike my other half’s insistence on keeping it on. Oh well, I’m busy and going into danger. Whether or not Navel Pearls work on me now, I don’t think I could bear the thought of endangering my babies. Endangering them when they’re adults is painful enough.
“Mm~?” I hummed when I felt someone kiss me and I returned it, then opened my eyes to find Visilia was the one to do so. I was laid right next to her, our matching pregnant-looking domes and breasts pressing into each other with our heads turned to face one another. “*smooch* Hey.” I breathlessly greeted, drained in the best way possible. She took all of my cum. Ah~.
“Hey sexy. Unf, you got me thinking.” Visilia cooed as she placed a hand on my side, so I did the same and gently rubbed her belly in return.
“Thinking about what? I’m afraid I’m already turbo-married, but I’m willing for us to be amorous swingers with you all.” I mean, I’m not two minds about that. I’m 100% all for us being amorous swingers able to find some love beyond our marriage, but we’d agreed during our downtime that we didn’t need any more wives or even husbands despite us all being female, since most of us have working male organs anyway.
“Aw, no extending the marriage?” Visilia pouted playfully, fluttering her beautiful eyes at me.
“Nope. Sorry. Feel free to intermingle though.” I repeated and we giggled, patting each other on our fluid-filled fecundities in amusement.
“Well, that wasn’t really what I was thinking about.” Visilia sighed with a happy smile as her womb churned with Penta’s movement.
“Oh?” I asked as I began directing my womb to start processing the biomatter into milk. Sure, I’m trading an immobilizing belly for immobilizing boobs, but at least I can milk the latter without making a mess.
“Babies.” Visilia chuckled. “I’m thinking...I want foals again. I know we’re in a bad place right now, what with Hell resurging, but I had my first couple of pregnancies during one of Hell’s major offenses. Besides, with the magic the Empire and us have developed, me being pregnant would grant me all sorts of benefits. Such as wards of protection, incredible strength that’s multiplicative on the number of fetuses I could be carrying…” Visilila licked her lips, her nipples stiffening and leaking in arousal.
“Well, I won’t judge. I can’t stand the thought of endangering my unborn babies even if I had those. Urta became a goddess because of the first forms of those, right?” I asked conversationally as my belly shrunk and my breasts expanding. Visi’s eyes widened.
“Oh, that’s so sexy.” Visilia purred and groped my right breast since that was the one facing her. “You can just expand your breasts on command like my slime wives?”
“Not really. I’m converting the cum in my womb into milk in my breasts. That way I can milk it out much more cleanly.” I informed her while cooing at how her hand teased my expanding flesh, making my right breast slosh audibly like a water balloon or a milk balloon really. “Now, now. Enough of that. I’ve gotta get it all out of me thanks to you and Penta. Not to mention Berserker and I think Hunter overwhelming the rest of me.”
“But it's so sexy~!” Visilia purred and I gasped when she pulled my massive beach ball boob to her face and latched onto my thimble-sized nipple. She hummed as she drank my milk and I groaned at the sense of relief, even closing my eyes to relax…
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“Seriously, Visi?” Vinnie huffed in exasperated amusement at the trio of orbs named Visilia in the middle of what is supposed to be Penny’s room, but has become Visilia’s room. She’d put her Navel Pearl on and then apparently drained Norola of her sweet cream while she dozed. Said woman was still conked out with a satisfied expression and back to her usual size. “I think you’ve been holding yourself back way too much if this is the result of your needs overflowing.”
“Showy…” Visilia mewled from where she’d ended up lodged with her face between her yoga-ball sized boobs and the ceiling when she decided to see how big she’d gotten after draining Norola and foolishly turned off her Navel Pearl, not having used one in centuries. She’d even dislodged the Pearl and was why she was stuck taking up half the room. Thank gosh for both her natural and augmented elasticity or she’d have exploded.
“Sheesh, I wonder how Penta is doing right now.” Vinnie pressed her ear against Visi’s swollen belly. “Hey, are you still in there?!” She called out to her slime wife, rubbing the belly beneath Visi’s dangling hooves, where above her thicc and perfect big bubble booty stuck out proudly.
“*Gurgle! Gulp!* Ye-*Gargle! Gulp!* S!” Penta managed to reply through her slime between what must’ve been massive gulps of the nutrition-flooded amniotic fluid Visi’s body was producing as a defense mechanism against forced feeding. It was a mod developed as part of the standard suite when a fetish session went horribly, horribly wrong with a pregnant diamond dog in the early years of the Empire. The same mod was why Visi’s breasts had rapidly produced milk.
“Good. Now then, Visi, I’m going to give you one of my spare Pearls. You better not go from empty to full size so fast again, because I won’t just give you another. They’re expensive.” Vinnie muttered as she dug in her cleavage until she produced the valuable purple orb and crawled under Visi’s drum-tight belly. The moment she put the pearl against the engorged melon sized navel, the demon alicorn was back to her fit and curvy self, hovering with her wings to land on her hooves.
“Thank you!” Visilia groaned and rubbed her muscular, chiseled abs. Her purple Navel Pearl shined brightly to the point of practically being a light bulb. “It’s only fun to be immobilized if you were planning on it.”
“Yeah!” Came a reply from her pussy when Penta’s head formed outside of her body, looking like some weird codpiece with where she was located. “I mean, being inside you is fun, being drowned in a surge of amniotic fluid without warning isn’t fun when you need to keep drinking it to keep hogging all the space you’re supposed to be occupying.”
“I’m not sorry for that. Now get back in my belly!” Visilia patted the top of her wife and friend’s wife’s head before shoving her back into her cunt. “Unf! Ah~. Now then, let’s actually get on with our day!”
“...It’s bedtime. You spent all day stuck in here after you woke up and sexed Norola even more.” Vinnie deadpanned as she began undressing and putting her armor and clothes away in her cleavage. “That said, Norola has been sleeping all day too. You really did a number on her. You and my brothers sure overworked her when she was the one to initiate too.”
“...Oops.” Visi was rather embarrassed by this news, but she couldn’t complain much. It was a fun time. “Oh well...you up for some more fun?” Visi asked and Vinnier groaned.
“Seriously, Visi? With how much time you spend with Wiatr, you’re still insatiable?” Vinnie muttered, but didn’t protest when Visilia produced a potion bottle shaped like a penis and balls with a knowing smirk. “...Fuck it. I’ll find a condom.”
“Make it ten.” Visi growled with a spank of Vinnie’s ass that made the golden bunny-wolf jump. “Or I’m knocking your breed-hungry bunny ass up so hard you’ll need a spot in one of the Breeding Centers from being so thoroughly fucked your brains move into your ovaries.”
“Oh fuck yes!” Vinnie panted and grabbed two handfuls of condoms as Visi drank her potion.
Ch.145
Now for the worst part of any engagement. “Are they even gonna show up?” Waiting.
“Patience, Falco. They’ll come and if they don’t, well, then we get to move forward sooner.” Fox reasoned with his impatient teammate. The number of Arwings and Wolfens assembled was truly awe-inspiring. With Star Wolf fielding 6 of their bulkier yet no-less effective Wolfens alongside Star Fox’s 4 and Shepard’s 5 Arwings, they had enough high-mobility firepower to decimate most rudimentary military vessels within minutes.
“Wee~!” Ellie cheered to herself as she danced in space, beer bottle in hand.
Then there was that oddball space dragoness that apparently breathed cosmic radiation and spat plasma out in the vacuum wearing nothing but jeans and a crop top to go with arm cannons she currently didn’t have engaged.
“So, what do you guys think of these Arwings?” Paretia asked her squad, consisting of Garrus and the Doom Marine siblings.
“These are absolute beauties of flexibility, agility, with some hefty firepower to back it up.” Garrus complimented as he went through the star fighter’s arsenal, passing the time. “And yet I feel there’s still some potential for it to give, if only I had time to calibrate Nymphia…”
“Calibrate away, Garrus!” Nymphia, his Autobot Arwing companion chirped happily.
“Runner and I are in full agreement with Garrus’s statements. While the Arwing feels good to fly, we wouldn’t mind taking the time to reconfigure some things to play to our strengths and make them even more combat effective.” Hunter spoke to everyone. “Berserker on the other hand, I don’t know, he hasn’t given his opinion, but I’m pretty sure he would take the Wolfen over the Arwing.”
Fox nodded, because while he cherished the Arwings, he admired the Wolfens for accomplishing similar results with such different engine configurations. He also knew for sure that Slippy would love to get his hands on one even if only to take it apart.
“To be honest, I would too. I like how it combines bulkiness into effectiveness.” Commented Soto, the Autobot acting as Berserker’s fighter.
“Is he a loner?” Falco asked since he wasn’t very familiar with these Doom Marines.
“Yeah, he still is. Nobody annoy him and you’ll be fine.” Runner warned everyone, but it felt like it was aimed more towards those who annoy everyone else.
“If you’re all done flapping your chops, we have incoming.” Wolf announced and Fox followed the HUD displayed on his ‘scouter’ eye visor to see Aparoid warp gates bursting open to allow hundreds of their starfighter units to swarm in the direction of the gate. “Star Wolf is on immediate point defense, we’ll be right by the gate, the rest of you are tasked with response since the Arwing has faster boost ratios than the Wolfen, which has tighter maneuverability.”
“Got it. You heard Wolf, team! Let’s get ‘em!” Fox snarled as the adrenaline started.
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Today was not looking to be a good day. “The invaders have infested the debris fields of the defunct Venomian Defense Zone!” First he woke up to his girlfriend and future mate being nothing but an insensate ball of cum attached to the massive penis her desires granted him. “Sargasso Station will arrive within the hour!” Then he bargained with Wiatr to restore his lover, agreeing to the demand for the Anglar genome, which was considered fairly taboo to his people. “Someone ate all of the corn dogs!” Then there is all of this bullshit.
“Quiet !” Andrew Oikonny, former snow monkey, now silverback gorilla, roared with his much deeper voice granting a much more commanding presence. The fact he was now seven feet tall, built like a bodybuilder to the point he stretched all of his bodysuits to skin-tight conformity with each muscle and couldn’t hide the massive bulge of his new genitalia if he tried, made him quite intimidating, at least in his own opinion. “Nothing will get done if you all scramble like ants!”
“Lord Oikonny, we’re responding with the contingencies you’ve instated, but even with the support of the Star Wolf space pirates, without their core leadership here, they don’t have the firepower to be of much help.” One of the bridge crew stated and Oikonny nodded.
“That goes without saying, but we must hold until the strike force assembled by Corneria can deal with the enemy’s leadership. Be glad they didn’t try to convince me that us contributing would be a good idea considering how strained we are on defense as it is.” Andrew replied as he looked over the tactical holographic display in front of his command seat.
“Do you need help?” The voice of Wiatr sleepily asked, as if she were listening in and chose now to butt in.
“As unsettled as I am that you’re possibly spying on me, yes.” Andrew muttered while issuing wordless commands to his fleet, such as pulling drones away from the infestation of the defunct region of orbit above Venom
“Hold on…” After that reply, a warp gate opened nearby, pinging several alarms as a ludicrously massive ship emerged. “Skaven Crusader Corps Dreadnought. Good luck.”
Andrew groaned as he palmed his face while his bridge crew went bananas, which was a semi-racist saying since they were all simians here, but he’s a simian, so whatever. “Great. More things to manage and whatever this will cost on top of the Anglar genome.”
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“Hm, well this is a problem.” Eleanor said as she rode on an Aparoid fighter or whatever it’s variant was called and shot several others with her rapid-fire arm-mounted plasma cannons.
“Ellie, what’s wrong?” Wolf asked as he blasted a wing of Aparoids that were getting too close the the gate.
“There’s a lot more of them than there should be. Like, this is easily five times the number that should’ve shown up I think. Do you think so too, mom?” Eleanor asked as she speared her unwilling ride with her tail and twirled to dance through incoming plasma bolts. Sure, they wouldn’t have done anything, but she didn’t feel like going through more clothes right now.
“I noticed it too, sweetie. They’re more desperate than in canon. I think us hitting them on all fronts so fast has them scrambling.” Lois observed while Eleanor springboarded off of the warp gate and flipped into a flying dragon kick that crushed the main body of another Aparoid fighter.
“So, whatever they’ve got on the way should be all the worse. What did you expect?” Leon questioned and Eleanor danced around, pinging an SOS since she was getting swarmed too fast. “Hold on, on my way.” Leon responded the fastest and fried several of her harassers as he flew past, leaving her able to counter the remaining five with ease.
“Thanks. As for what we expected, they were supposed to be sending a huge number of high-explosive ballistic missiles loaded with heavy ordinance with only a token force of these guys as the vanguard. Speaking of which, we got through most of these guys, right?” The hyper-busty R63 Ridley asked as she pulled her bottle of beer from her cleavage and sucked more of the amber ambrosia down, spitting even more in the face of physics than her mere existence already did.
“So, the Pup and his new friends will intercept them first and we can get involved if it gets too close or if there’s too many of them.” Wolf reasoned, but further consideration on the matter was delayed once the last Aparoid was destroyed.
“Danger. Danger. Massive Aparoid warp signature detected.” Rob 64 helpfully intoned and pinged their HUDs with the location. “Signature familiar to possessed Core Memory. Shared data from the Alpha Pack’s sensor suite verified. Incoming Aparoid Mothership.” Ellie choked on her beer. “Danger. Danger. Multiple warp gate signatures inbound. Volatile energy signatures detected.”
“*cough, cough!* Say what?!” Eleanor hacked up the beer foam that caught in her throat in time to see the giant UFO-like giant enemy ship appear as well as over a dozen ballistic missiles from the direction of deep space. “Holy shit! That’s way more than in canon!”
“Looks like they’re not taking chances. Good thing our heavy fire support is nearby.” Panther growled as they took off to join the Arwings of the other two mercenary groups in taking down the missiles as the Aparoid Mothership began deploying even more fighters as it worked to fulfill it’s escort mission.
At least until a gunship buzzed the topside of the enemy ship, trailing a high-intensity mining laser along it, slagging shut it’s hangar bays. “Good luck deploying reinforcements you glorified dinner plate! Haha!” Klippa roared over the comms, but that wasn’t the ship’s only means of providing support, so it deployed it’s legs to act as arms and began swinging at enemies within reach while shooting at all targets.
It was at this point that a junker of a space fighter with a rat skull on its nose warped into the midst of the battle and was soon followed by a whole squadron of similarly ratty racers. “Gah, Gah Face the fury of House Skryre!” A raspy and psychotic voice that made the skin crawl roared as these fighters that had no reason to hold together swarmed over the UFO, allowing the locals to easily destroy the inbound missiles without detonating them too violently.
“Oh, those guys. Someone must’ve begged for help from Wiatr if they’re here.” Eleanor commented before seeing three giant warp gates appear. “Uh...how long until our dreadnought support is here?”
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“Ahn~! G-get in me already!” I squealed as I helped Penny push into my undersized cunt. Unfortunately, the hangar was a bit crowded so I couldn’t size up bigger than a small car, which meant my vagina entrance-. “Ah~!” I-is so t-tight~ when it comes to anything bigger th-than a-. “Oh~!” Guh...ah...volleyball and Penny is armored up, with tits alone being over twice that big together. “Oof...oh...I’m so sore~...”
“Sorry, I guess it would’ve been smarter to stay naked and just flow into you.” Penny apologized after getting in my pilot seat.
“Gah, wh-whatever lets, ow, get out there and fight. I want to find a good target.” I grunted as I wondered what aparoid I should try taking over as practice for trying it on their queen. I didn’t have long to ponder since the moment the bay doors dropped Yola and I into space, we saw the situation really did call for us. Even though there are swarms and swarms of ships on the three super missiles, there’s also an Aparoid Mothership to contend with. “Take us in!”
“Aye, aye!” Penny replied and flew me in that direction as I rapidly increased in size until I easily dwarfed the frigate-sized four-legged/armed UFO. “Move out of the way! We’re taking that ship down hard!” Penny announced and our allies cleared the airspace between me and my target. The Aparoid ship saw me coming and turned to have it’s underside facing me, the long spike and four limbs ready to intercept me.
Too bad for it I have four more limbs than it does! I stopped nearly on a dime, an exhausting maneuver, but it let me grapple with the ship as I dug into my Spark for that sensation, the odd sort of pulling that I got when with Runner or Yola. I felt it, but only with Penny in my pilot seat and as great as that would be, that isn’t my objective. I pushed at the feeling, trying to envision it like a lasso and wrap it around-there! “Get ready for a taste of your own medicine, big fella!”
*Whirr-whoo-chi-che-chit!*
Obey us, obey us, obey us, obey-.
Oh, shut up why don’t you? I visualised the can of bug spray and sprayed the annoying pests trying to tell me what to do. Better yet, let’s mix in pepper spray. After it started screaming I was able to kick it down a proverbial well and put a lid on the connection to the Aparoid Queen or hivemind, whatever. It seems not even the queen’s minions understand how this all works, just that they do what she says. “I’m not a bug, you don’t seem to be any different from in here.”
“It’s fine, Penny. I’m just feeling out how these things do their assimilation thing, but not even a ‘commander’ like me, well, half of me, knows anything about how it works, just that it does. I’ll have to do this with the Queen, no shortcuts unfortunately.” I replied to my pilot as I examined myself. I didn’t look much different, but I did have much more angular, nearly fractal designs added to my chassis. Oh well. “I’m gonna split, be ready for a fight, because I don’t know what half of me is even thinking, if anything at all.”
“Feel free sis. I helped the others deal with those giant missiles while you were subduing the enemy ship.” Yola responded and I sought out that connection to the Enigma, splitting apart and being faced with an oddly docile Aparoid Mothership, that retracted it’s limbs and maintained a stationary position without attacking. “Did you lobotomize it?”
“No, but I did metaphorically pepper spray and bug spray the connection between it and the Queen. Maybe I severed it from the Hivemind? I know I wouldn’t touch something drowned in either of those.” At least not until it dried and was washed thoroughly. “It might not be permanent, try talking to it.” I don’t feel like trying, because I got no feedback from it while it was part of me. Aside from the constant compulsion to do as the Queen ordered, it was like an empty shell.
“Contact established. The Aparoid Ship is devoid of crew. It is requesting orders.” Rob 64 reported and I hummed at this confirmation.
“It’s just a drone like the rest, everybody. I’d suggest either destroying it or studying it before the Queen takes her property back.” I floated at the ready to blast the ship, but instead I got pinged with orders to stand down. It seems the government wants to study the ship instead of blasting it. At least they know the risks involved beforehand. “That was quick and painless, but now I’ve gotta be checked over for any lingering pests. Take me back in, Penny.”
“Uh, first. I’m curious...can you Combine with me? I felt something...tugging on me just before you did that with the enemy ship.” Penny asked as she guided me in the direction of the EDI .
“I think so. Could we not do it out here though? I’d rather it be somewhere private…” I felt tingly at her even asking. It made me nervouscited at the idea of Combining with her or any of my other wives. It was much more intimate than mere sex. They become me, I become them. I ceased to simply be with them and become one with them. It was why even though I did it with Vinnie, I can’t see her as more than a sexy friend with benefits that I love hanging out with, because I know her so deeply that I can understand her. She and I aren’t meant to be romantic partners, but we’re totally fuckbuddies~!
“Sure thing, but can we try it while I’m already inside you? You’ve already done it in your base form with two people, how about you try it in this form with me inside you to see how that goes?” Penny suggested as I shrunk down to the size of a car once near the EDI and her hangar bay opened for me.
“Yeah, let’s try that once we get to my room. I don’t want Visilia to have any ideas about snatching you away from me before we go through the gate.” I continued to shrink down until I was the size of a large beetle and flew through EDI’s halls to the stairs and then up to the crew quarters. I dodged encountering several people including Ghost and Jack who were chatting about their favorite rock bands before I reached the rooms for us. I then went into my room, which only my wives have direct permission to access.
Okay, now that I’m in the privacy of my room, I felt comfortable sizing up to roughly the size of a person. “Okay Nora. Let’s give it a go.” I didn’t miss the nervouscitement in her tone and I reached out to my Spark-*Whirr-whoo-chi-che-chit!*
I splashed all over my bedroom floor, my mocha and navy blue slime unprepared for the sudden shift from solid and faux-solid to pure goo. I felt a mixture of panic and arousal, memories of when I first was converted to slime came to me. Trapped in a pressure vessel, immersed within my own body and unaware of what had happened to me. Looking back, I didn’t feel any trauma. Rather, it aroused me incredibly, to know that my body was so amorphous, so fluid, that I was able to be nothing besides a steaming hot puddle like right now.
However, just pooling on the floor of my room won’t accomplish anything, I’m doing this for science! Well and slime sex. Shame on me, fully expecting to go straight to slimy sex shenanigans instead of doing anything else! Tsk, tsk. I need to have a word with myself. Ahem. Hey me! I’m not all sex! Sure, it’s part of me, but I’m more than just sex, me! Now stop being sexy and get to science! Sexy science!
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Okay, so. I’m more of a metroid than before. My goop is kinda hard to keep in one place if I move too fast with my propulsion. Thankfully I can still change form if not conventionally. When I shifted to my base form, my slime seemed to solidify easier and I took on the form of an extra-busty ten foot tall mix of both of me.
Kinda like when I was with Vinnie, only extra gooey. My tentacles were much more malleable too, in both forms. I could change their thickness and use that to either reach further by thinning them or, eh heh, properly turn my breeding tendril into a penis-shape on the end. I licked my lips, hunger filling me and the will to resist was weak, but I managed not to fuck myself. As much as I want to impregnate myself with my own love, I can’t bring myself to do that when it’s so irresponsible.
I have a galaxy to save after all, my own needs take a back seat until I can get the time for it. “Sis? Are-whoa~ looking good!” Yola squealed when she looked at me examining myself for the upteenth time in the mirror of my room and she approached with a lascivious expression.
“No, no. None of that. I’m seeing all the differences there are between me as I am now and other iterations of me. Sex is likely to be the same as when my usually slimy half is going all out, so I wouldn’t really experience anything more on that front by experimenting.” I reasoned with my sister-wife, who pouted and sighed.
“I get you. Do you think you can learn more without field testing?” Yola questioned and I pondered. A weapon is only as good as it performs, you can’t go by specs alone. After all, specs can be deceiving. I would know from building my extensive weapon collection, twice, that you can’t judge a gun by it’s caliber, it’s how you use it.
“No. I won’t be able to just go off of my prior experiences. As soon as we get back to our universe, I need to test this iteration as well as many other iterations of me as I can. That said.” I split from myself and was hugging my wife to my side, the mocha slime vixen nuzzling me.
“Damn do I love you, Penny. I’m glad you worked past those old xenophobic thoughts from when you were younger.” I understood her even better now and appreciated that she loved my personality as much as my body.
“You’re glad? If I didn’t work past it, I’d have never become this sexy beast with so many hot wives and happy with tons of kids on top of it. Speaking of which, the very instant all the warring is done, we are having tons more babies, damn it!” Penny growled in arousal and I giggled.
“They’ll all be slimes you know, not like when you were human.” Yola brought up and Penny cooed as her fluffy slime tail rubbed over her six-pack abdomen.
“Yeah, but that’ll just make it more interesting! Now, hide me so Visilia can’t hoard my gooey hotness in her womb!” Penny then dove for my cunt and I wailed in pleasure as she poured into me. I spasmed and orgasmed as she stuffed herself into my womb and I moaned when she finished. I looked pregnant with quadruplets off of her goo and fell on my ass as Yola laughed.
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“You didn’t have to go that far.” Visi pouted with a jealous look at mine and Yola’s false pregnancies. Shortly after Penny stuffed me full of her body, Urta did the same thing with Yola to similarly ensure that she wouldn’t be stuck in Visilia when we were going to go through the warp gate. Said gate was being programmed with the coordinates of the Aparoid Homeworld as we spoke, but the experimental device needed time to warm up as well as several other time-consuming factors that made it take days to prepare a sustained portal.
“If you weren’t hogging them to yourself, Visi, they wouldn’t have resorted to this.” Vinnie commented from between Yola and I, rubbing our expansive lavender swells that stuck out proudly from between our color-coded maroon and navy crop tops and black yoga shorts that made our other assets still quite pronounced in the face of our fecundities.
“Eeep! Penny don’t mess-oooh, what did you press~?” I moaned in pleasure when I felt her somehow moving deeper into my womb. I know I’m not organic, but what is my womb like then? I never bothered to ask Chrys for diagrams of my plumbing. At least I wasn’t being prompted by my microfactories if I wanted to begin construction on more ‘units’, so my body wasn’t trying to convert my wife into babies.
“Guh! Unf! I’m guessing Urta just did the same thing~...” Yola grunted and panted, sharing my own flushed expression as we both rubbed our bellies that were all hot and tingly just from our Argent Slime lovers in our wombs. This didn’t even mention the churning, the sloshing, the pushing and pulling. It was beyond pleasurable. No wonder Visi wanted them inside of her.
Thankfully we were in the common room of our private rooms or I’m worried we’d be making quite the spectacle. Two hot and heavy preggos panting and horny as we wriggle our hips.
[New Pilot Found] My body suddenly told me before I lost control like when I’m piloted in my other forms. “Whoa! Hey, sis, did you find the pilot connection too?” Penny asked from my lips and Yola shuddered before smiling deviously and nodding back. Oh no~! Our bodies have been hijacked by our sexy slime lovers~! I’m totally okay with this!
“Oh boy. You four don’t get carried away, remember that you’re supposed to be prepared to deploy at a moment’s notice.” Hunter chided us and I felt Penny share the smirk on my face with the one Urta was making with Yola’s face. Meanwhile, Visi’s pout had intensified, Berserker rolling his eyes at the situation indifferently, Vinnie looked aroused and jealous, Hunter was exasperated and the husky, Juneau, couldn’t stop running her eyes over us.
“Aw you're no fun.” Penny told him. “What is a Mini-Con anyway?” I mentally whined in dismay at the question, hoping that I didn’t have a subsystem devoted to a creation of Unicron’s. Please tell me they’re your work dad! ...Dad? Uh-oh. Hopefully that’s just because I’ve been hijacked.
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“So, everything is ready?” Fox asked for clarification after Beltino had finished his long absent-minded scientific rambling. Slippys dad was eccentric, but he was a cool guy that was the lead scientist of the Cornerian government for a reason. The technological marvel that is the warp gate was his invention and with it the Lylat System would no longer be the sole home of the people from it and hopefully be home to people beyond it.
“Hm? Yes, I said as much. Although the designs provided as part of a political exchange with your friends has revealed technology that might make my warp gate tech relegated to extreme long-distance travel, since the provided systems could make journeys to the nearest star systems a matter of weeks or days depending on the variant used-.” Fox stopped listening at this point, since Beltino began on another long ramble that had nothing to do with the mission.
“Uh, dad. As great as that all is, you can focus on that after the threat to us has been dealt with.” Slippy reasoned with his easily-distracted father.
“Oh, I guess I can. Anyway, I’ve only had enough time to create a single dose of the Apoptosis Antibodies, hopefully large enough to exterminate the Aparoid Queen and her whole enthralled kingdom with her. The data provided by your friends helped me get the task done days ahead of schedule, I must say.” Beltino informed them with a nod at the large pill-capsule shaped metal device. “It’s designed to be fitted into a Smart Bomb launcher, so be careful when you load it.”
“Got it. Is there anything else we need to know?” Fox questioned with emphasis on the word need and Beltino rubbed his chin in the tell-tale tick of worry those who knew him understood.
“Yes. Your friend, Nora Feell. The displays of incredible power and advanced technology that she has made have a lot of the Cornerian fleet spooked. They have, er, requested that she and her sister not deploy at the outset of the battle, for fear of them being turned by the Aparoids.” Beltino informed Fox and Slippy, since they were the only ones permitted to meet with him personally due to the unstable political climate.
“Huh?! But pop! She and her sister, along with their Autobot troops have all been treated with their own variant of the antibodies! We included that in the report with-!”
“Forget it, Slippy. The soft-pawed commanders of the fleet have made their decision. This is why I didn’t go back to the military despite all their overtures. There’s no spine in the command structure beneath Pepper, I swear. You’ve called the President about this, haven’t you?” Fox asked the lead scientist of Corneria’s government projects and the frog wilted.
“Yes, but he said that caution should be exercised regardless and that even though the help of your friends is appreciated, relying on them so much without first putting forward our own effort isn’t a good way to begin a political relationship. Even if the fleet sent with you is entirely destroyed, at least they’ll have done their duty. I disagree, as do many others, but Corneria prides itself on its military tradition. To sully it by putting potential allies on the field before us when it’s our defense on the line is apparently out of the question.” Beltino mewled sadly, knowing that many of the good guys and gals being sent weren't coming back.
“Oh, you called on Murphy~!” A little cosmic cloud chuckled as it settled on Fox’s head to reveal Morpheus, the same draconequus from Sauria. “Your fleet will now suffer massive losses.”
“It was essentially guaranteed anyhow with our projections based on the limited data we could gather from the Core Memory as well as from the deprogrammed Aparoid Ship. Just be glad that we managed to convince President Pepper not to join in on the counter-strike.” Beltino said and Fox breathed a sigh of relief. Pepper wasn’t much for driving a desk if he could help it. In the Lylat Wars, he flew his one-man flagship/gunship, the Bloodhound , right into the fray in Corneria’s defense. It has since been upgraded, but better the old dog stay safe at home.
“Got it. Alright Slip, let’s go give our friends the news.” Fox sighed with a rub of his snout.
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“Okay.” I casually replied to being benched as I rubbed my slime-stuffed side with one hand and read what Penny’s Earth considered good manga on my omni. I can’t believe this re-rehash of Naruto is what’s considered mainstream. Why can’t they just let poor Naruto die? He deserves to go to heaven and meet his parents for real, damn it!
“Hey, I found Hentai.” Yola chuckled and Fox looked between us before he nodded.
“Alright, so long as you understand and respect their wishes. The moment things start going really bad though, feel free to burst into action and rescue as many of those fools as you can.” Fox then left us to keep chilling on the couch up in the ‘loft’.
“I’m guessing they also want the rest of us to stay out as well?” We heard Visilia ask as she, the Doom Marines, Garrus and Paretia entered from the elevator.
“No, just Nora and Yola since they’re such heavyweights. They’ve got the Cornerian Fleet Command all in a tizzy and unwilling to risk them getting infected by the Aparoids. Your continued assistance is much needed, however much the Commanding Officers feel otherwise. That said, the warp gate is going to be activated at 0800 hours, we have the rest of today and tonight to rest. I’m going to be spending it with Krystal. Excuse me.” Fox got in the elevator and left us dimension-hoppers alone in the loft.
Visilia took in a deep breath to calm herself down, because this decision clearly ticked her off. “Okay, I’m a little pissed off. I understand their reasons, but that doesn't excuse their blatant stupidity and pride. Urta, Penny, do you think we should help minimize casualties during the battle or wait here with you until things start heading south for them?” That’s a bit cold-hearted.
“I believe you should help them out as much as possible. Though how do you do that?” Penny asked through my lips while she sloshed and swirled in my womb in a way that would’ve stolen my breath with pleasure if she wasn’t hijacking my body at the moment. Can she feel this? If she can, how is she able to bear it without reacting?
“As powerful and skilled everyone here is; you can’t fight off every mechanical bug the enemy throws at us. The more we push forward, the more lives will be lost before they can be saved. Honestly, I would’ve brokered a deal with the president to let us bring in that small fleet Berserker had organized, in case things got too much for even us to handle. However, with the decision made by the Cornerian government, that’s impossible.” Visi answered with a huff of annoyance as she paced back and forth a bit.
“You have a point.” Urta sighed through Yola’s lips and leaned into my side to rest her head on my shoulder, which Penny reciprocated by pressing the side of my head to the top of-ee~! E-ear! Ear ! Unf~! Y-you know my ears are sensitive, Penny~! How are you not reacting~?!
“That’s why I asked if we should save them from their dumbassery or let them suffer for their mistake.” Visilia really is a demon if these were the decisions she’s willing to make on the spot.
“Save them. I know you don’t want to, but it’s the right thing to do.” Urta replied firmly with a shared gaze between her and Berserker. I think they’re both deities of War, so Berserker must be getting the same compulsions, or at least similar, to what Urta is feeling.
“How about we go down to my room and chill out in there, huh? Unwind and let off some steam?” Penny suggested in order to break the tension and get everyone to think about something else.
“I’ll join you soon, there’s something I need to check on first.” Berserker told us before leaving, not really specifying where he was going.
“Hm, okay.” Urta answered and I inwardly moaned in relief of the pressure on the erogenous zone that was my left ear being released when Penny hefted my tight yet thicc ass off the couch and led the group down to her quarters. “What is it you want to do?”
“As I said, unwind and let off some steam. Anyone have any ideas to do so?” My Penny questioned and we brainstormed. “And nothing that involves sex...not yet.”
“Aw, why not~?” I whined and slapped my belly, pouting down past my tits at where she was content to laze about while piloting my body around.
“Can’t we just do something different instead of just jumping into a mass orgy most of the time?” Penny asked seriously before Berserker returned.
“I’m in agreement. Maybe some karaoke?” He suggested to the group.
“Thank you, Berserker. At least he gets it, but not karaoke. You do not want to hear either Nora or Yola sing.” Penny told-hey ! When I sing in the shower I’m not trying to be good at it!
“Hm, I think he meant both he and I do one?” Vinnie asked as she went up to the console of the wall-spanning entertainment center that each ‘private’ room had installed into the wall. I feel like EDI went all-out in utilizing our family’s good will with the Rannochan government to pad out her creature comforts. “Let’s see here...I’m feeling rather nostalgic right now, somewhere back in the 2000s. No offence, but this era’s music sounds like shit.” She’s not sorry at all.
“We knew it was going to be shit.” Stop it Bryan.
“Hey!” The turians of our group barked in offense at her words. I don’t get why they’re defensive about it. I’ve blatantly told everyone I know that what Batarians and Turians consider music is painful garbage noise aside from a few special ‘out there’ groups. On the other hand, Hannar/Drell and Krogan music are good, the former having a more orchestral lilt to it and the latter heavy drums and roaring strings like when Heavy Metal was in its heyday.
“I wouldn’t mind music from that era, but do we even have it? If I could’ve been listening to Disturbed this whole time and haven’t, I’m going to be upset.” I warned them with a pout. “Hold on, to that effect. If we have music from that far back, do we have movies?”
“Well...yes. Thank gosh there’s a search function, what do-.”
“Treasure Planet!” I declared eagerly, thankful that Penny wasn’t completely overriding me.
“No.” Hunter answered flatly with his extra-fluffy wings, tail and ears all twitching in judgement.
“Brothers of Metal: Yggdrasil.” Bryan pointed out and she smiled at that. I don’t even know what they’re going on about? Are they still wanting to do karaoke? Whatever! Vinnie just insulted my favorite Disney movie!
“There has never been a better interpretation of Treasure Island before or since, I’ll fight you on it! Come at me bro! My belly is heavy enough to-!” I suddenly lost my voice and pouted down at my belly before Penny took control back from me.
“She’s currently experiencing a large influx of pregnancy hormones, pardon her. Geez sis, no wonder Visi was so possessive over keeping us in her. We’re literally the Goddesses of Fertility and...shit…” Penny rubbed my womb sadly and I felt a similar feeling at the realization. “Guess us fusing did more than just let us share everything...it let us share everything…”
“Sorry sis, but for what it’s worth, I’m sure Wiatr will be both really upset and grateful that she’s finally free of the constant compulsion to breed after several thousand years. Now then, I vote for Treasure Planet too. I’m curious if it’s nearly as good as our localized version.” Urta said through Yola and gently guided me to sit down next to her on the long sofa opposite the entertainment wall.
“Dude, c’mon. There’s nothing wrong with Treasure Planet. It’s probably one the most underrated Disney movies out there. Besides, you love the character development, Bryan.” Vinnie said and Berserker sighed with a nod. “But still, Treasure Planet and then karaoke?” She asked him as he nodded and looked towards the turians.
“You still got those ear pieces to help you with human music?” Bryan reminded the two and they placed them on. “Good.”
“If you don’t want to watch, feel free to go do something else. I’ve got popcorn!” I cheered, reaching into my cleavage and producing an unpopped bag of popcorn, which was still a thing in this futuristic universe. This brand was for camping, so the bag was a heat conductor to cook it over a fire if need be. I flared the plasma weapons in my hands and in a flash it bloated out until the opening bulged and a few kernels flew out.
“Oh! Gimme!” Yola chirped and helped me fully open it, grabbing some and greedily munching away with me to satisfy the gnawing hunger our babies-er, uh, our wives, um. I’m confused now. Urta isn’t one of our wives...is she? She fused to Penny to the point they shared everything...are they sharing us? I wouldn’t mind. Urta has gotten much closer to us than the others.
“While the two preggos have their nasty levo popped kernels, I’ll be getting us some dextro niblets from the cafeteria, please wait until I get back?” Garrus requested as he and Paretia left to go get food that tasted better to their palettes. I too prefer dextro after decades of being forced to consume the stuff, but it’s so nice to finally eat solid dextro and not paste.
[This will be nice.] A skeleton of a human said as she sat down with us and nobody even bothered to react, so I shrugged.
“Popcorn?” I asked the clearly feminine skeleton, what with how wide her pelvis was along with her voice. Not even bothering to point out the ‘birth bone’ of the pelvis.
[Thank you for all your work here.] The bone lady said as she leaned back into the couch.
“Hey Lady Death.” Vinnie casually waved at the bone-lady, so I’m not the only one seeing her.
[Hello Vinnie, you’re doing especially good work here. I never imagined having a second entity of Death visiting would actually prevent more, well, deaths.] Lady Death said to the golden angelic cybertronian bunny-wolf, who puffed up her already incredible bust with pride. [Thanks to you, I have so much less work to do than I was expecting.]
“Sis, did you just hook us up to all of the Cornerian fleets’ comms?” Bryan asked in confusion before his sister nodded her head. “Why?”
“Let’s face it, this is going to be their final moments. Why not give them something to carry on through? Sure, they may not understand it, but they would probably feel more at ease and make peace.” Vinnie gave her reason for doing so and it was understandable. “If the Admirals got a problem with that, then they can suck a big, fat dick for all I care!”
“Funny how that dick might be yours.” Hunter joked, only for Vinnie to zap him with an arc of electricity from one of her ears. Oo! That was cool! Like she’s a pokemon! Wait, hold on, is she like a pokemon? I don’t know Vinnie’s abilities well even after we fused, I only know the past few centuries of her life. For all I know she’s secretly a Giratina. That would be so cool! Rawr! She’s the secret-super-sexy dragon goddess of death! Or she’s just her, because she’s perfect the way she is. Sigh, I wish she could think of me as more than a fuckbuddy, but oh well.
“Alright, let's just enjoy the movie.” Urta said with a roll of her eyes before looking at Lady Death. “And if you want something you can come to me.”
[Hm, alright I’ll see you within the day.] Lady Death said before vanishing in a puff of mist.
“Alright now that the horny one is out, what movie are we watching?” Yola asked and I threw popcorn at her. “Hey!”
“Treasure Planet! I have spoken!” I declared imperiously before passing the popcorn to Yola and then retrieving more from my cleavage.
“I have a weird feeling this is foreshadowing. I’ll have to talk to Eris about this.” Urta said before grabbing popcorn and shoved it down Yola’s cleavage. Huh? When did Yola have someone in her storage? Then Penny did the same with me. Huh? Oh! Neat! Somehow they’re linking to our Inventory from within us! Though...why not just eat through us? So confused.
“You’ve invoked a cosmic form of Murphy. Treasure Planet it is, let’s just enjoy the movie.” Paretia snorted after she and Garrus entered and sat on the couch while Vinnie bent over and wiggled her sexy ass as she set up the entertainment center. Meanwhile, Hunter and Berserker sat down on the other side with Juneau and Visilia sitting in their respective laps.
Ch.147
“Mm...oh Fox…” Krystal crooned as she fluttered his sleeping face with kisses upon waking. She was still knotted to him, through their sleep. She felt so full with the condom inside her bloating her body without outwardly appearing thanks to the pearl in her navel.
His seed, his warmth, it suffused her being to the point she wanted nothing more than to feel it directly, to bear his kits and make him a father. It seemed he’d ejaculated even in his sleep, because she felt distinctly fuller than when they passed out and he was still firmly knotted in her pulsing cunt, which spasmed occasionally to keep him filling her to fulfill their base desire to breed and have kits. Krystal couldn’t thank their new friends enough for this pleasure.
Also, Fox was clearly dead asleep since even when she began to gyrate on him to stimulate him even further, he didn’t rouse beyond a lustful groan and an instinctive grind of his hips against hers. His coconut-sized cum factories churned with his gifts to her and she licked her lips, wanting more and more and-.
“Hello! I’m hungry.” Morphous greeted while peeking over Fox’s side at her bust. He climbed over Fox and latched onto her available right nipple and started suckling on it.
This sparked something in Krystal, who gasped and moaned as her breasts tingled and she felt a pressure she’d barely noticed before release from her bosom into the chaos creature’s mouth. She panted and groaned as she pet the ethereal child’s head, gladly letting him sup from her breast and making her body flood with all sorts of wonderful sensations.
“Hm, hm.” The child moaned as he suckled and wiggled his tiny hips. “You taste good. Almost as good as mama Fluttershy.” He complimented before returning to his meal and Krystal cooed, cradling him to her breast as he drank, barely noticing his humping the side of her bosom. This became even less important when Fox grunted and she felt him pump her even more, while still asleep . “Mf, he’s having a wet dream, filling you with his cum and having so many kits.”
“Really?” Krystal moaned while the noodle crooned lewdly as he drank and suckled from her breast.
“Mm, yes. Hm~. Well, if you make it back or not, it won’t matter if your pregnant or not. Do you want me to burst that condom for you, Krystal?” Morpheus purred and Krystal’s heart skipped at the idea of all this virile sperm free to wreak havoc on her defenseless eggs. She keened with want, but knew that if she did, then she’d have constant maternal panic to deal with while in danger.
Morpheus kept suckling from her and Krystal noted milk dribbling around his lips as he humped her other breast. She could also feel the cub swirling his tongue all over her nipple as she tried to say no. This resolve was destroyed just by looking at Fox’s panting, sleeping face and hearing him say:
“Oh~, Krystal…” She orgasmed. Hard . She milked him for all her vaginal muscles were worth, she cried out in bliss and inwardly cursed the condom preventing her mate from impregnating her here and now.
“All you have to do is ask.” Morpheus cooed enticingly and Krystal’s glazed eyes couldn’t see straight, let alone the brain behind them think properly beyond my mate is seeding me and I’m not accepting it!
“Yes! Pop it! I want them! I want his kits!” Krystal wailed and whatever hold Morpheus had over Fox’s dreams kept him sleeping through her rough humping and grinding, hoping to somehow burst the condom inside of her by intensifying their nocturnal breeding.
“As you wish~.” Morpheus vanished. At the same time, Krystal felt the wetness fill her being, the heat that was already there now penetrated and inundated her insides. She came and came and came repeatedly from the womb full of seed triggering a multiple-orgasm.
It was to this that Fox finally awoke, gasping and groaning as he gripped Krystal’s shoulders. The vixen had wrapped her legs around his hips long ago and was now pinning him with her heaving hooters compressing against his chest. “Gah! K-Krystal~?!”
“We’re gonna be parents F-Fox~!” Krystal wailed deleriously, her brain scrambled and fried from being fucked stupid. “I feel your cum touching every surface inside! I can practically feel your sperm attacking my eggs~!” Krystal slurred and spasmed from utter bliss at being inseminated annihilating all higher thought processes.
“Guh~! I f-figured we’d do this on the h-honeymoon~!” Fox grunted as she milked him mercilessly. His aching balls struggled to provide sperm to his prostate and his prostate was running out of resources to convert into semen. His mouth was completely dry and he felt dehydrated. How long was she sleep-fucking him~?! “K-Krystal! I...I need to stop!”
“No! Moar! Give me moar, Fox! I want them! I want our kits! Give me your kits!” Krystal demanded with drool practically pouring from her jaws. Her eyes were unfocused and her nipples trickled milk. The look absolutely terrified and galvanized Fox on both arousal as well as concern. There was only one thing to do! “Aroo?” Krystal blinked at the finger pressing on her nose. “Fox? What-aroo?” Krystal blinked, the mind-melting pleasure interrupted by snoot-boop.
“No.” Boop! “Bad.” Fox huffed tiredly and Krystal’s ears bent back against her skull.
“B-but-.” Boop ! “*chastised whimpering*...” Krystal licked his finger sadly and stopped purposefully pleasuring him.
“No! I need fluids, you need sleep and to think about what you’ve done in a long bath! I’d even order you not to fight tomorrow, but that’s a dumb idea. Now, stop moving and let me go soft.” Fox ordered his fiance, who wilted and whimpered at her weakness overtaking her sensibility. “Ugh, I’m so dry . You’ve literally fucked all my fluids out of my body, Krystal. Please, next time, do this when I’m awake so I can enjoy it.”
“Next time~?” Krystal squeaked happily and Fox rolled his eyes.
“Duh, this is, ugh, fucking hot , but not when I’m asleep.” Fox licked his dry chops and coughed. “Hey, those are new. Mind if I have a taste?” Fox joked with a squeeze of Krystals newly lactating tits and she gladly presented her leaky nips to her dehydrated mate.
That said, it was rather hard to dismount when he was nursing~.
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“Ah, wonderful Chaos.” Morpheus sighed as he slithered about the ship. “Though, now I need to breed. Who do I dump my seed into?”
He purred as he hunted for a good mate to breed, his member hurting him with need. Not for the first time he wondered why his species was able to breed right at birth. It made some things hard, others easy. Not that he was a newborn, but he preferred being childlike.
“Hm, play my age again or be mature about it? I do like making people think I’m naive.” Morpheus mused to himself while using magic to keep his words hidden from the others on the ship instead of just thinking to himself like a sane person. Then again, a sane person wouldn’t be worming through the ducts of a ship and ogling all the hot women aboard, thinking of who to impregnate or at least flood a condom inside of.
“It can’t be any of the core crew going out to fight or someone in a close relationship. That narrows it down a lot. It would probably be easier to find someone aboard the EDI instead. There’s over a hundred potential mates there.” Morpheus mused moments before something grabbed him around the center and he squeaked like a squeaky toy before he was yanked out of the vent by biotic force to find himself the focus of the attention of Samara. “Ah! You’re not supposed to be here!”
“You are not either. Visilia called us before going to bed, something about a little snake in the vents making it hard to relax. You’re coming with me little one. Don’t think you can just snap yourself to freedom. Tests of biotics on magic has revealed them to be a quite potent anti-magic tactic.” Samara stuffed him into her cleavage and he pouted in her Inventory since she’d awoken her magic like everyone else who stayed in Devorak or Andromeda.
“...I knew I should’ve stolen Berserker’s biotic nullification mod, but even he wouldn’t let me get away with it.” Morpheus grumbled as he sat in the Justicar’s inventory with a pout.
“I’m just surprised someone, like, made such a thing.” Commented someone else in the asari’s Inventory and Morpheus blinked before looking over at the mechanical female mature draconequus who was similarly pouting in the storage space. “Hey, name’s Gidget. I was here to keep tabs on my future ma-in-law, but like, Samara’s a totes bitch, y’know?” The hyper-busty hourglass-shaped anthro noodle complained in a valley-girl manner while her skimpy cheerleader outfit did nothing to hide what she had to offer the universe, which was a lot.
“I’m Morpheus.” Morpheus purred as his penis enlarged and throbbed while he elongated and wrapped around Gidget like a python. “I’m more than happy to-eep !” Morpheus squeaked when she grabbed his dick in a vice-like grip and gave him a dangerous smirk with smokey eyes. It was at this moment that he knew; he fucked up .
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“Hm, why do I hear whining?” I asked Samara the next morning on the bridge of the EDI , to which the now-sane asari smiled knowingly, but didn’t inform me why I could hear faint tiny voices around her. “Samara, who are you bothering?” I asked before a condom was thrown from her absolute cleavage and she instinctively vanished it with a flick of her wrist before it even reached the floor.
“It’s not me bothering anyone, dear. It’s simply someone more suited to the task educating someone else about the error of their ways.” Samara enigmatically replied and I huffed, giving up on finding out since Penny clearly had no desire to push the matter, what with her dozing in my uterus.
“It’s Gidget fucking Morpheus over in her tit-space.” Vinnie stated as she walked by us, much to the annoyance of Samara as she pouted at the celestial cybertronian wolfess-bunny. “Hey, you’re the one keeping one of her daughter’s girlfriends inside your tits. Not me.” Well, now she gave me a reason to be annoyed with the Justicar.
“Samara.” I crossed my arms between my belly and breasts in disapproval.
“She was snooping around on the ship and following you. I did not know you knew her, nor the fact that she was betrothed to one of your children. I assumed she was an intruder.” Samara defended her actions, which I can understand since Gidget made herself out as some sort of misfit up to no good. The cheerleader outfit and ditzy behavior didn’t help.
“I understand your reason, but why didn’t you tell any of us about Gidget? How long have you kept her prisoner? How have you kept her prisoner?” I questioned curiously, only for EDI to sound her alarm over the intercom.
“Okay everyone, it’s our turn to go through now that the fleet has gone on ahead.” EDI informed us all and Joker flew her slowly, relatively, towards the rippling green disc of energy that the Cornerian fleet along with the Great Fox and Alpha Pack had gone through.
Passing through the gate was kinda anti-climactic. One moment my vision was filled with the neutral green light, the next we were at the rear formation of the fleet arrayed around a deceptively beautiful blue/purple marble of a planet. “I was expecting something more like a giant machine planet or something.” Jack commented and I held my tongue as the fleet rounded the world. “Oh, okay. That’s more what I expected.”
The Aparoids had burrowed into their homeworld, turning a good fifth of the surface into a giant horrific scar of metal and coursing energy, leaving the rest of the planet relatively untouched. I knew for fact that this was just the surface and it went all the way to the world’s core. “I wish I could just glass it from orbit.” I muttered sullenly.
“C’mon, sis. Best we get to the hangar so we’ll be ready to deploy when they need their asses pulled from the fire.” Yola or Urta, hard to tell at the moment, said as she took my hand and began leading me towards the hangar. That was where surely the Doom Marine siblings along with our turian aces were already deploying in their Autobot Arwing partners.
“I just wish this wasn’t all a space battle and the fewer guys we have on the ground the better.” Grunt huffed discontentedly at not being allowed to face the enemy directly as we passed and I nodded in agreement. Space combat is cool and all, but it lacks the visceral intensity of a firefight. Uh oh, am I actually looking forward to a fight for once? I hope that’s not simulated pregnancy hormones or Penny and Urta’s War aspect influencing me.
I need to mentally prepare for assimilating the queen of the totally-not-Borg Aparoids anyway. I doubt I can just beat her or screw her into submission. It’s going to be a test of wills even with her weakened by the Apoptosis Antibodies-. “Thanks for the vacation.” I heard Gidget chirp and looked back to see her floating out of Samara’s absolute cleavage with a groaning little chaos noodle draped over her shoulder. “Now then, ahem, don’t worry ma-in-law! You’ll do great!”
“Thanks, honey!” I called back before the elevator closed and I sighed with a rub of my lavender dome. “At least someone has faith in me not fucking up.”
“She’s going to be helping with her magic, isn’t she?” Penny asked through my mouth and I shrugged in response. “Well, at least we know we have people backing us up beyond the obvious. Just remember that you can Combine with any of us if you need to.”
“What our wife said.” Yola affirmed and licked her lips. “Actually...couldn’t we Combine now? All four of us? We’d be some unstoppable super-entity of tech and goo.” Yola cooed and I felt my body practically buzz with arousal at the idea. Of all four of us uniting into one badass bitch.
“Hm~, sure, lets try.” I purred and leaned against my similarly fecund sister, kissing-*Whirr-whoo-chi-che-chit!*
When the elevator doors opened, my incredible mass of white, gray, mocha, maroon and navy goo flooded the hallway and surged through the EDI like the wave of paint from the Pagemaster until I collected my mass in the hangar and moaned in pleasure as I emerged from myself, groping my breasts and panting in ecstasy.
“Oh~ Wiatr~! Uhn! Ah! I feel so hot! So good ~! I’ve never felt this way before!” My many millennia of accumulated experience failed to grasp how incredible this iteration of me felt. I was pregnant with legions, my womb home to devout servants of Fertility, who carried out my will. I was also so full of knowledge, four versions of me had so much to offer to this iteration. I cannot believe this is just my base form too! “I must know! I must!”
“Mom! What are you doing?!” EDI shouted, but I didn’t heed her. I compressed my mass, shrinking like a massive reservoir going down a drain until I was no bigger than a golf ball, then I Transformed! I moaned in pleasure again while I filled the space back up with my cuttleship body, which was more akin to some ancient shelled cephalopod.
I had a shell of machinery like a nautilus shell in place of my usual body, but my ‘face’ along with my limbs were nearly unchanged aside from the fact that I was composed of goo with a powerful membrane holding my slime together. I was mottled even! My navy, maroon, mocha, white and grey was patterned just like an octopus! I’m so beautiful! So majestic!
“Mom! You’re not being deployed yet! Shrink back down!” EDI yelped as I filled her ‘womb’ with my body. Not content to simply lay here, I poured my tendrils out to entwine with everything, experiencing the sensation of being both solid and liquid at the same time, unlike both halves of my previous selves, where I was either one or the other.
“Nope! I’m gonna sit here until it’s time to save their butts! I’m a giant space octopus ! Nobody can stop me!” Nobody~! I can turn into a planet to destroy something if I have to! Oh! This is just my ship alt! How is my space station alt?! I’ve gotta know as soon as EDI let’s me out!
“EDI, relax. I would like to volunteer to be their pilot.” My vision focused to see Visilia in a black hardsuit, looking like a sexy badass and she just volunteered to be my pilot~! Ee~! “So, what do you say?” Visilia asked with a saucy and dangerous grin that one fourth of me was intimately familiar with and hit all our ‘yes’ switches!
“Yes~!” I crowed before I grabbed her with a gooey tentacle and brought her to my vagina entrance where I shoved her right into me. “Ahn~!”
“Mmph!” Visi muffled into my cooch as she was forced to squeeze her way into my internals through my quim. The way she struggled until she made it caused me to have little orgasms in the process. However, she was moving more than necessary~! Unf, yes my wife, move more~!
“Oh, unf, yes~.” I moaned as I felt the distinct satisfaction of having someone aboard me mixed with the intense joy of having unbirthed someone into what is essentially my womb. Though, I didn’t shove her into my actual womb, so it was a bit odd to still feel this way. “Take me, drive me, fucking control me ~!” The fact it was my wife inside me only made it even more intense!
“Holy fuck, you four need to calm down.” Visi gasped as she wriggled through my caressing goo and sat in what acted as my pilot chair, a sort of bubble of neurologic slime that encased her and suddenly I had her in full control of my body, which gave me obscene joy and contentment. I rubbed her whole body at once, specifically on the areas I intimately knew got her going and she groaned when I began massaging her. “Uhn, no, s-stop. Not now, later.”
“Mm, Visi, I love you so much~.” I breathily declared and I felt her heart beat faster while I groped her rear through the membrane of the neuro-bubble. “Use me, abuse me, take me out. I know what EDI meant now. I want you to fly me to the moon and beyond the stars.” I knew the joy of being flown before, but to be flown by my wife while I’m like this? Divine~.
“Urta, I-mm~.” I kissed her through the membrane, my wife moaning into my simulated lips as I also groped and kneaded her breasts and ass while massaging her whole body. “Mm~! Mm~!” Visi moaned and wriggled, pressing her chest and butt against me insistently.
“I’m Nexus right now, sweetie. I’m not just Urta or any sort of division like you’re used to with Wiatr. I’m me, I’m one person right now. Later, I won’t be this incredible, but I’ll still be me, if better for this experience.” I told my beautiful demon wife while still kissing her since my voice and my mouth were not tied together. “Now then, do you want to experience that incredible night that changed me forever? You know the one? Where Wiatr turned us into eggs in her womb? Only, without the egg transformation or the potential goo transformation.”
“Mm~!” Visi wiggled her ample motherly child-bearing hips and shook her head at the same time, causing me to giggle at her clearly wanting to, but knowing better than to indulge right now.
“Good idea. I’ll just let you get used to my controls, as much as you can while we’re stuck inside of EDI anyway.” I ceased macking on my wife and she panted with a lustful glint in her eyes that I enjoyed so much.
“As soon as this is over, you are going to do what you suggested to me! Now then, let me practice moving you about a bit…” Visi calmed down and began morphing me about the hangar, tossing excess cargo around and even flipping the dust-gathering Hammerhead over. Thank goodness Nightfly isn’t here to take up more space.
“Oh~! P-please~ don’t do th-that~!” EDI pleaded with a quivering note of pleasure to her tone.
“Oh? What’s that EDI? Not used to the pleasure of something moving around in your womb? The sooner you have babies the sooner you’ll know this pleasure!” I teased my daughter, who whined as Visi extended my giant slime tendrils down hallways, able to see through my goo like I was since ‘slime sight’ is technically an omni-directional deal. Wherever light touches my slime, I can see. It’s just easier to stick with a directed cone of vision, less confusing on the regular.
“Omigosh this is s-so embarrassing~! My mom is-unf! My mom is-grr~! Jeffrey!” EDI roared and I could imagine Joker yelping as his seat’s ‘cup’ likely activated and I laughed mercilessly at how I drove my daughter to sex her husband in what is about to be a combat scenario. I hope he’s been practicing flying during intercourse~!
“That was mean! I’m sorry EDI!” Visilia apologized as she retracted my tendrils and curled my body up as tightly as possible. “That’s enough of that, let’s be ready to deploy.”
“Aye, aye captain Visi!” I cheerily chirped and began humming sea shanties as I waited to unleash War and Power upon these Heathens who spit in the face of Fertility by seizing all life within one entity’s control! Like a good and kind Goddess should. I hope they hurry up or I might get impatient, forcibly birth myself from my daughter’s womb and then smite the whole planet by turning into a giant planetoid and crashing into it before smashing the rest.
Yep! Like a good and merciful Goddess of War ~! I think Visi can hear my thoughts, because she moaned and pressed her groin more against my goo. Heh, later sweetie, later.
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“Fox! Look out!” Krystal wailed from above, firing at the upgraded Aparoid Dragoon that was about to pounce on her beloved, which was unaffected by her weaponry from this far and Fox dodged around it. She was right over it and on impulse, she jumped from the spire she was on and aimed to land on it with her boot-clad paws first. She’d expected to land on it, but she didn’t expect it to crumple beneath her like she weighed over a tonne! “*Yip!* F-Fox! Are you okay?!”
“I’m fine! Are you okay?!” Fox replied as he rushed closer, having dodged the shrapnel of her impact. He put his hand to her lower stomach as he gazed into her eyes with worry and she felt her heart race, her breath still-.
“You two can be all sentimental later! Was that the last shield generator or not?!” Falco demanded and Krystal felt a spike of fury for the pheasant interrupting her and her mate-!
“Yeah, that was it I think. How’s the shield looking, Peppy?” Fox asked and Krystal blinked the blinding rage away. W-what was that? She can’t be having pregnant hormonal mood swings this early! It’s only been a few hours!
“That seems to have done it. You lot, get to your Arwings and head on in! Make it snappy too, things aren’t going well up here!” Peppy ordered and Fox nodded.
“Got it! Let’s go, Krystal!” Fox grabbed her around the waist and she squeaked in a mixture of surprise and pleasure at her mate so handily sweeping her off her paws to throw her over his shoulder and carry her off on a sprint towards where they had landed their Arwings.
Krystal gulped as she fantasized him pushing her over a barrel or half onto a bed, taking her then and there! Pounding her plump pussy with his thick dick and-what is wrong with her?! This isn’t the place to be having sexual fantasies! She knew the modifications provided by her friends had potent effects, but they didn’t mention sexual preoccupation! At least, not to this degree! Krystal blinked and felt distinct disappointment when Fox set her down and she barely avoided pouting before she jumped into her Arwing.
“Wait! That energy signature!” Slippy shouted and Krystal felt despair coming from him and others, so she took to the air with Fox and looked down to see a new hexagonal shield springing into place over where the previous one had been. “No! They’re redirecting power from elsewhere to keep the barrier in place! I can’t trace the main sources, there are too many!”
“...Out of the way everybody!” Peppy hollered over the comms and Krystal sensed grim determination that made her heart sink. She looked up in terror at the sight of the Great Fox , in tatters, diving down towards them with her hull practically made of Aparoids.
“Extreme hull impairment. Main hull will not survive more damage.” Rob dutifully reported.
“Who cares! Divert all energy to the main guns! Fire!!!” Peppy’s intentions filled Krystal with despair and her eyes began to tear up even as the Great Fox blasted apart the floating Aparoid Defense Base that had previously been the power source for the shield.
“Damage capacity exceeded.” Rob updated.
“Too bad! We’re going out in style!” Peppy replied grimly and Krystal felt her heart breaking.
“Peppy! You can’t die!” Fox begged as they moved to intercept or something!
“Back off! All of you!” Peppy ordered, not suggested ordered.
“Peppy, you mustn’t!” Fox pleaded and Krystal felt that her own pain was nothing compared to Fox’s, who had practically been raised by Peppy as a godfather even before his father died.
“Yes. This is my duty and now you must fulfill your duty as well, Fox.” Peppy declared with grim fortitude as he guided the Great Fox into one last hurrah.
“Peppy !” Krystal wailed in the vain hope of convincing the man who was supposed to walk her down the aisle, the man who was like a father to her these past years to eject and save himself.
“Somebody call for an intervention?” A woman cheekily asked before, without further warning, a giant mottled space octopus with a coiled shell that was several times bigger than the doomed ship appeared between the Great Fox and it’s suicidal dive. “Heya! So, I just finished eating half the Aparoid Fleet, but my objective is inside the planet and I’m sure I can get this tin can of a barrier open. Launch your life pod Peppy, no need for you to die today.”
“What?” Fox asked in disbelief at what he was seeing, but Krystal felt hope replace her dread as who she felt was distinctly Nora, Yola, Penny and Urta, with Visilia piloting her, grab the Great Fox and snap off the ‘neck’ to aim it skyward. “That must be…! Thank you! Peppy, eject! Nexus Prime will get us into the homeworld and help us defeat the Aparoid Queen!”
“Hmph...thanks for the save, but let it be known I was willing to make the ultimate sacrifice to save the rest of you. Rob, get us out of here.” Peppy harrumphed with clear relief battling indignation before the bridge of the ship split off from the ‘neck’ and launched into space as it’s own little gunship.
“Time to get in there and eat a cunt!” Nexus Prime chirped cheerfully, which was quite at odds with the situation as well as the violence inherent to it. “Well, eat a cunt, Combine with said cunt, destroy her entire race and co-opt her powers for the greater good! Now then, Lazar~! Bweem~!” D-did she even say the sound-effect of her firing her primary weapon? That was so incredibly silly and cute that Krystal almost laughed in spite of herself!
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“I can’t believe how absolutely silly you are being right now.” Visilia huffed in amusement at her currently Combined wife, who was behaving quite unlike any of her four constituent parts did on their own. This really was more than just a cooperative fusion.
“Aw, but if you don’t find the fun in your job, you’re not living!” Nexus Prime cheerfully replied and Visilia rolled her eyes as she guided her super-dreadnought of a wife into overwhelming the shield and then using her tentacles to disrupt further attempts to reestablish itself.
“Teams Star Fox and Wolf, the way forward is open! I’ll hold it open until you’re all inside, then I’ll be following you in!” Visilia declared, remembering the mission briefing was to send in as many fighters as possible to ensure that Fox McCloud would make it to the Queen, since his Arwing was the one carrying the Apoptosis payload.
“Well, this is going rather well.” Nexus chuckled and Visi groaned.
“You just had to say it.” Visilia huffed at Nexus blatantly tempting fate. “Now we’re in for it. Is making things harder for us your thing? Because you’re going to get us killed before the mission is over by invoking Murphy!”
“Aw, but it’s mostly a straight shot down to the bitch. If we didn’t need Fox to deliver the payload, I could’ve done it.” Nexus mewled impetulantly and Visilia rolled her eyes.
“Oh, forget it. Star Fox and Wolf, watch your backs! Things are going to get more hectic!” Visilia warned the teams as she flew through the opening to catch up with them, the entrance sealing back up as Nexus began to shrink down, smaller and smaller until she was only slightly bigger than a Wolfen and Visilia tried not to think about the spatial logistics of her wife’s body as the tendrils twisted until they fused into a single forward-facing spike, giving Nexus a rather sleek and unique profile, like a dagger with a fancy pommel.
“We knew it would be bad here, beautiful. Just cover our rear and we’ll handle what’s in the way.” Panther Caroso, the flirt of Star Wolf, purred to her as he indeed destroyed several defending Aparoids much like his compatriots. This left nothing for Visi to handle after them, which made her smile at the efficiency of these mercenaries. She honestly felt that bringing in her husbands and wife along with Paretia and Garrus would’ve indeed been a waste with the skill of these pilots. Leaving them to help keep the fleet alive was the wise decision.
“Woo! Yeah!” Nexus cheered as she drove deep into the planet. With the speed and efficiency of Star Fox and Wolf leading the way, they made it to a gigantic open dome within several minutes of intense combat and Star Wolf willingly acted as distractions to allow Star Fox and Nexus to reach it. “There she is! That ugly bitch! Take me in and stab her right in the cunt!”
“Alright then.” Visi obliged her wife, morphing her back into her usual shape and inciting her to increase in size until she took up a good portion of the dome and fired her super laser at the Aparoid Queen before she could do any tomfuckery with anyone’s heads or whatever devious manipulative monsters like her would do when cornered.
The moth-like metal-dress-wearing statue screeched like a metal banshee as it’s armor was stripped away. “I see an opening! Firing!” Fox stated before his Arwing launched the pill-like ‘bio’ weapon into the hole on the queen’s forward abdomen.
“It’s working! The Queen’s cells are dissolving at an incredible rate!” Slippy reported as Visi stopped Nexus’s approach. Dissolving?!
“Huh? Visi, what are you doing? I need to Combine with her and learn from her on how to use nanites, though I won’t be using them to subjugate all life, that’s disgusting.” Nexus scoffed and Visi nodded, returning to flying her wife closer and wrapping her tentacles around the quivering and rumbling entity, hoping that-*Whirr-whoo-chi-che-chit!*
Oh by all that is good in the Multiverse Yes~!
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“Guys? I...I think we should leave. Like, now !” Sunset shouted when her magic began screaming at her that something was horribly, terribly wrong. The moment that Nexus had fused into the stump of the Aparoid Queen, the whole place had begun shuddering and shaking like an impossibly immense earthquake was ripping through the whole planet!
“But what about Nexus?” Falco asked in concern, since she’d just fused to the queen and should’ve stopped this once and for all from what he understood.
“She’s overwhelmed! Not by the Queen, but by all the accumulated knowledge she possessed! She’s losing control of herself! We need to escape before she outgrows the planet and kills us all!” Krystal frantically reported and they all began to follow Krystal in a mad dash to escape the planet before Nexus’s wild magic destroyed it!
“Pup, what’s going on?!” Wolf demanded as they met up in the passages of the Aparoid Hive, but the rival team at least had the sense to follow immediately.
“Nexus has bonded with the weakened Queen! You read the reports on the maximum size she’s reached haven’t you? Having a moon-sized object growing inside the core of a planet sounds like a good way to destroy said planet!” Fox replied and everyone’s already full-speed somehow increased as they dodged falling debris and offlined Aparoids, since their Queen had essentially been defeated already.
Thankfully, the barrier at the entrance had been taken down too, because shortly after Star Fox and Wolf escaped, the whole planet ruptured! “Ahn~!” The husky moan of pleasure caused everyone to blush and look at the destroyed world to find a naked and absolutely beautiful anthro vixen with large demonic wings and heart-like floofs at the ends of her trio of tails. She was a creature of slime and steel of so many colors it was impossible to tell any one color from another. “I was so blind~! I was such a fool! This universe is not for me to take! It’s for me to share~!” She declared as she began groping and masturbating, the planet-sized female groaning and panting in lust while everyone gawked at her.
“Visi! I know you’re likely one with the rest of Nexus, so lend the rest of you some self-control!” Hunter’s telepathic voice demanded and the woman big enough to be a world grunted as she grit her teeth.
“R-right...duty before pleasure.” With that, a frighteningly familiar energy wave emitted from her and all the Aparoids reactivated! “My servants, aid the survivors of my ill-fated and intentioned Assault. Do this, for when I cease to be, I shall die and my cruel legacy goes with me. Let this be my apology.” Nexus intoned sadly and Sunset felt pity for the foolish Queen, knowing she didn’t deserve mercy, not for all she’d done and would’ve done if her eyes hadn’t been opened by Nexus. “Now then...please, allow me to know true pleasure before I must part…”
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After I had granted the Queen the experience of pleasure, I felt remorse that her death was necessary after I separated from her and she let herself die quickly with my granted mercy. Her body and servants were too ingrained in their assimilation methods to change to my method of peaceful integration and support of individuality tempered by understanding and wisdom.
Besides, the Apoptosis was much stronger than in canon. She would’ve died anyway, much slower than if I ended her. Still...it felt so horrible. I just killed myself . That took so much out of me to do. I almost couldn’t do it, but with Visilia’s willpower, I was able to do what I had to.
“It needed to be done.” Visi said, having been part of me along with the Queen for what had to be days of self pleasure and the Queen fearing death, but eventually coming to accept it. That said, she was my pilot again now that it was done and the Aparoid Homeworld was nothing but a planetoid debris field like Meteo. “As for my demand for you to do what you promised, I don’t want it. Not right now. Not after...that. Let’s go to Lylat.” Visi gently encouraged me as I finished absorbing the corpse of the Queen, of me. I’m not going to just leave her here.
We’d been left alone, the others all returned to Lylat after giving us it’s coordinates so we could get there ourselves. Once my servants had gathered the survivors of the Cornerian fleet and even hastily constructed junker ships containing as much of the raw mineral resources of the planet as possible, they went back through the gate along with the EDI and the others.
“Yes, let’s.” I summoned the last of my minions, who answered my call just as easily as when their Queen possessed them. Nothing but drones, the lot of them. Not a single individual thought. The Queen had been a gestalt consciousness, like the Geth and Reaper AI Cores. However, she had lacked true sapience, little more than an assimilation engine left on autopilot for thousands of years until she was awoken by our Combination.
These minions I beckoned were the ‘Gatekeeper’ drones, able to perform the warp gate transferral on an infinitely smaller scale than the one built by Beltino and his team. I would be taking these with me back home, because the technology would greatly benefit us even with the Harmonic Gate magic hosted by Harmonia. It would mean she wouldn’t be the sole source of warp-gates between two galaxies, but it wouldn’t mean she still won’t serve as the hub.
I flew through the gate created by the interlinked drones and blinked at the similar planetoid debris field I entered and I huffed. Gave me the coordinates for Meteo? Hmph! Didn’t want to risk me too close to any of your inhabited worlds right away, smart, but I don’t appreciate the message. “Minions, begin bringing the remains of your source world to this debris field, let’s make it denser and wait for someone to come.”
“I agree with this...well, since we’re going to wait…” I smirked and began providing my wife pleasure as I allowed my body to morph into my planet-like shape, my life-filled womb in place of my usual shipyard as I relaxed and overwhelmed Visilia.
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She ceased gulping and sucking on the slime tentacle in her throat at the sensation of someone caressing her underbelly. “Mm?” Visilia blinked her glazed eyes and tested her limbs. Nope, gone. She must’ve gone completely insensate with pleasure while Nexus did as she promised; fucking her in every hole with consentacles as she was suspended and pumped with goo within the planetary giantess’s womb.
It was just as good as that fateful night 7000+ years ago when she was unbirthed by Wiatr and-. “It has been quite a long time since I saw this.” Visi perked back to attention at hearing one of her wives and managed to look to the side to see a nude sand-yellow slime cat that had the Empire’s preferred proportions smirking at her like she’d caught a canary. “I remember the first time, when we were all unbirthed and pumped full of transformative goo inside Wiatr’s womb.”
“Hmhmhm! Hm!” Visi bit through the slime tentacle in her mouth and gulped the nutritious goo down, her spherical giant-boobed slime-inflated body groaned as she expanded just that bit more. Thankfully Nexus wasn’t just continuously pumping her pussy and ass or she’d still be inflating. “Sabrina! What are you doing here?!” Visi was excited not just because Sabrina’s one of her wives, but she’s the wife she saw the least!
“I’m here because you’re here. Remember? You’re not just a giant goo balloon, you’re in a womb. Whenever shenanigans like this go on, it’s the jurisdiction of the Womb Wards and Coven.” Sabrina purred as she levitated up to stand on Visi’s body. Visi blinked. She must be beyond gigantic to have someone forced to actually walk on her surface to reach her head. “So, Visi. Still the semen demon I see.” Sabrina purred and Visi hummed.
“Don’t you forget it.” Visi chuckled before Sabrina neared her head and leaned back against her breast. Holy fuck, her tits are each the size of weather balloons with Sabrina as a reference. How long has she been getting pumped? Mm~. She was distracted enough she missed Sabrina crawling to her head to kiss her. “Mm~, do you have more of that for me?” Visi fluttered her eyes and Sabrina rolled her’s.
“Afraid not. I’m here to assess how pregnant you are, what with you having been getting filled by Nexus for the past few days with no protection. I’m surprised you’re not the size of a moon and just a small mountain.” Sabrina scoffed in amusement as she stood. The sandy goo-cat began shimmying her hips, undulating her tight muscular abdomen and bouncing her breasts as she chanted spells under her breath and her gaze filled with golden light as she moved her head to look Visi’s inflated form over.
“She’s been deflating me by reabsorbing her slime and filling me back up. We haven’t been fucking nonstop for days. I’ve been taking breaks to eat, drink and sleep, though the last one was a while ago. Remember, if not for my Navel Pearl I would be much more limited.” Visi said to her wife, who headed the terraforming and breeding departments of the Empire under Wiatr’s control, which was why Sabrina was the busiest of all of her mates.
“Hm, I guess you just couldn’t wait for babies?” Sabrina chuckled as she patted the side of Visi’s breast and her body shuddered in pleasure at the acknowledgement that she was indeed pregnant again. Properly this time rather than from unbirthing her wife and said wife’s twin sister.
“Mm~ how many~?” Visilia moaned, her goo-dick stuffed cunt convulsing in arousal and hoping she’d achieve even more than last time. Each of her pregnancies has been more and more productive than the last. Sure, at first she only wanted one or two or three...then she wanted more and more at a time. Her other wives and the breeders were all so stupidly overwhelmed with pleasure during their hyper pregnancies and she wanted to feel that again.
Besides, Tartarus was always growing and needed more competent administrators, which all her sons and daughters had turned into much to her pride. Sure, it wasn’t the Tartarus she was born in, but Ailisiv’s Tartarus was much the same, if less cruel. The fact they linked it to their new homeworld in Devorak also helped alleviate the mass exodus they had to perform...
“You know that’s not how it works, Visi. You have to wait at least a week in a normal gestation to find out. Unless you’re going full broodmother and want them accelerated to pop out within a week?” Sabrina asked with a raised brow and Visi shook her head. She never took the express route aside from that time she had triplets who grew faster than her body was able to handle. That was before gene modification existed though. They were stumbling in the dark back then.
“That’s not how I do things. Now then, let’s get out of here.” Visilia’s Navel Pearl rapidly restored her to normal and she shimmied her hips around her fused wife’s dick tendrils with a bite of her lip. “Well...in a few minutes. You kinda interrupted my latest orgasm.”
“Mrr~. Well then, how about I help you with that~.” Sabrina purred and smished their equally-huge racks together as she kissed the mare, causing Visi to shiver and get back towards her abandoned peak quickly.
Ch.149
“What is this?” Aria asked while looking at a report of at least two planets going dark. Not unusual with Hell on the move, but Hell at least sent out hellish transmissions. These worlds were just dark.
“Only thing I know, my queen, is that these worlds reported black ships falling from the sky before going dark. Should we send Talons?” Bray informed her. “Or do you want Omega Fangs?”
“Neither. Send probe droids like smart people. The Empire provided us tools, use them. No point in risking more valuable resources such as people.” Aria ordered and Bray nodded as he relayed the orders while Aria took a sip of her drink, which was of course triple-checked for poison as always. The official ruler of the OSA still did most of her business from Afterlife. It served her well before, it served her well now. Anyone who had business with her had to contend with both security and the mosh pit of club goers if they wanted to bother her.
Then there was all the other salacious benefits of being an ally and potential future member of the Empire. Aria eyed one particularly buxom asari on a pole with a lecherous glint to her eyes and smirked around her drink at seeing how the woman danced with those delicious huge breasts squishing lewdly around the pole with nothing but pasties over her areola and nipples.
“Aria?” Nyreen sternly said and the asari warlord quickly averted her gaze back to her turian girlfriend, who was pouting at her with those cute facial fringes flared. “Do I seriously need to consider becoming a slime so I can have huge boobs to keep your eyes from wandering too much?”
“No babe, don’t do that. I love your lithe and steel-hard body.” Aria insisted, lamenting her biological preference for a matronly form when she truly cared for Nyreen and wanted nothing more than to have her daughters. At least once she could be sure she wasn’t going to be assassinated at any moment. That would be when she finally tied the knot and Melded with Nyreen for more than stimulation.
“Then maybe I should get dragon splicing done. They have mammary glands despite being reptiles.” Nyreen considered aloud and Aria leered at her girlfriend, having realized she was teasing her for her wandering eyes rather than upset. “There’s that annoyed leer I love.”
“Fuck you too.” Aria rolled her eyes and looked around at the clean and well-maintained interior of Afterlife. Before it was grungy and messy. Now it looked like a proper high-profile nightclub. Her eyes unwillingly found that busty Maiden again and she groaned, grabbing Nyreen’s hand and dragging her to her feet. “C’mon then. I need to work out my frustration and remind myself why I love your body as much as I love you.”
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Collateral was a wolf/celestial/cybertronian of action. He understood that actions spoke louder than words, but this guy…. “Show me your liver!” His words were just as loud. “Give it to me! I need it to kill more of you!” Carnage roared as he ripped the ‘liver’ out of a Cyber Mancubus and then after ‘priming’ the cybernetic bile organ, he tossed it at several other demons. They were promptly coated in corrosive bile and shrieked in agony before Carnage brought his Super Shotgun that he affectionately called Barenjena, which was literally Spanish for Eggplant.
“How the Hell does Bryan stand you and your constant screaming?” Collateral questioned in disbelief.
“Less words! More demons!” Carnage demanded as he grabbed a rocket launcher from a nearby Gunner and promptly began bombarding the approaching line of varied demons. One shot of which spared one of the Crusaders from the charge of a Baron. Said Crusader then channeled her bloodlust and roared as she drove her hands through the demon’s sternum, turned them around and then ripped his chest open before headbutting his exposed heart so hard it exploded and rained even more blood over her. “Good work!”
“Stop fucking around and keep killing!” She demanded of the man who’d been doing the most slaughter and in her blood rage she charged the nearest demon with nothing besides her hands and feet, using an incredibly powerful jump to do a ‘super stomp’ on an Imp, grabbed its arm, ripped it off at the shoulder, then began beating a Hell Knight with it. Collateral gawked and tried to remember that one. What was her name?
“No! More like this !” Carnage shouted as he joined her, displaying the motion of how to rip said Hell Knight’s spine out with the head still attached and then using it as a flail on a Husk Soldier.
“That’s pussy shit! Hold on!” She grabbed a Husk Soldier’s shield, ripped it off, arm included and used the edges of the shield as a blade before tweaking it, turning the front into a razor-covered surface and then jumped on it after leaping high, splattering a Cacodemon because she'd jumped so high and hit it so hard before the shield failed. “Beat that!”
From there, it devolved into an almost childish game of one-upping the other in brutality, efficiency and badassery. Thankfully, in that time, one of the accompanying Ghosts, who had started spreading around popcorn and sanitary wipes since those two had the combat in hand here on this random planet in Hell’s dimension, provided her the Crusader’s profile.
Daisy, a bunny distantly descended from Vinnie, whose bunny genes bred true in her descendents even more strongly than her wolf genes despite her mostly being lupine. Either way, she was seriously kicking ass on a level nearly comparable to him and his siblings.
“Hold!” Yelled someone over the comms before a sniper round ripped a Tyrant's head in two. “We have Tyrants showing up, meaning a True Cyberdemon is nearby.”
Collateral looked back to see Mordecai, who was a long-range specialist that could hold up in hand-to-hand with him or any of his siblings, stood up before moving on to a new vantage point, his trained tank-bred battle bird following him. Good to know one of Hunter’s best Ghosts was with them, he really should-.
“You are a good demon slayer!” Carnage proclaimed cheerfully as he slapped the similarly towering and strong woman on her armored back. “Who are you?” He’s bothering to ask a name? Is Hell about to freeze over?
“The name’s Daisy, big guy!” Daisy answered cheerfully as she backed away from the forming forward line, having to take off her helmet and reveal her dark complexion and contrasting white head of hair and dark ears in order to clean the viscera off. Ah, she took more strongly after Vinnier’s human side back when they had human forms they cared about, but the dark complexion must’ve come in somewhere down the line.
“They call me Carnage here. My old name doesn’t matter even if I did remember it. Protip: put hydrophobic coating on your armor to make liquids slide off. It makes it harder for demon entrails to blind your visor too.” Carnage advised and Daisy’s ears twitched along with her manic grin.
“Wow! I never would’ve thought of that! Thanks dude! We should hang out after this, trade notes.” Daisy wiped her visor down and the two rushed back into the fray, this time with Carnage wielding his chainsaw since he refused to upgrade because it was fueled by the flesh of demons or something and Daisy sparking the shock studs on her gauntlets and boots.
It was only now that Collateral realized what Murphy or whoever just did and he groaned as he wordlessly listed Daisy as a VIP to keep alive. They may not survive if Hell puts her head on a pike or at least Carnage would become completely uncontrollable.
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“About time.” Wrex growled in approval at the news that the last of the dissenters, including Clan Gragard and all of their supporters, were finally culled and his people truly united after years of effort. The nail in the coffin of the infancy of the Krogan Protectorate with the Ex-Dalatrass and her goons annihilated on Zanethu once Shepard discovered they were cavorting with demons was also the best thing he’d heard in a long time. “You all know what time it is!”
“Party ~!” All the males in his official throne/courtroom roared cheerfully and Wrex laughed as he gestured for them to get on with it while he turned towards his wife and Bakara rolled her eyes at the ever-exuberant nature of males.
“I swear, Wrex. You keep promoting your males to celebrate so often, our descendents a few thousand years from now will remember you as a fool more than a hero.” Bakara jokingly chided and Wrex snorted as he patted and gripped her bicep in affection. “Careful. You might give me the wrong ideas.”
“What if I want you to have the right ideas?” Wrex growled hungrily and his mate smirked with a knowing gleam in her eye, but then his comm pedestal lit up, so he answered it.
“Make it quick. Today is a good day and bad news better not ruin it.” Wrex snarled at the whelp on the other end of the line, hoping for both their sakes it wasn’t too bad, because that’s what this had to be. Bad news always has to ruin a good thing, it’s a law of the universe.
“It’s not good, but it’s certainly not bad. Bishop Wrekrov reports that holy visions and portents of Urta are no longer singular or even mentioning her wife. Instead, they now mention her twin sister in the same breath as Urta.” The deliverer of the news said and Wrex blinked, before bursting out in explosive peals of laughter that drew everyone’s attention.
“Hah! Ah~! Oh by Urta ! Shepard is our diety’s sister! Drinks! Drinks for everyone! My friend is a goddess now!” Wrex declared as he grabbed his stone stein of ale and hoisted it high, his court doing the same with the drinks that had just finished being distributed. “To the Goddess Penny!”
“Goddess Penny!”
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“For the Empress !” Shouted a legion of Troopers as they battled the forces of Hell down on the surface while Luna sat in a secure room of her personal super-dreadnought flagship, the Serene Selenite . One of only 10 Executor-Class Star Destroyers in active service. It had enough square footage to be a small island nation in it’s own right and enough firepower to put all but Onager-Class ships to shame with it’s Turbo Laser batteries along with its several railguns
“Firing railguns four, six and eight. Confirmed.” Calmly reported the ship’s VI, since the on-board AI was often besieged by too many other things to worry about when the weapons had to be manned anyway and a combat VI was more than adequate in that department while the AI cared for the logistics keeping the giant blade-shaped ship running.
“Section three’s sub blocks 3-34 have been overrun!” A Trooper snarled at Luna in concern, but she sat in her command throne as serene as one of her many moons across the galaxy.
“Calm yourself. Even if they should come to this place, they shall not succeed. Even if the Serene Selenite falls here due to boarding parties of all things, they will fail.” Luna said as she directed the orders of battle on the ground with her omni-tool. “Even if I perish, all is not lost. I am but a single piece of our grand scheme. A single person a nation does not make.”
“Be that as it may, we should still evacuate you.” The trooper insisted and she rolled her eyes before reaching into her cleavage and producing a sinister red coin.
“Please. Should it become so dire, I will use the boon of my husbands and wife to escape. Simply focus on what you can achieve here.” Luna demanded imperiously.
“Your Highness, should we test the new droid models?” The onboard AI asked. “Their storage is near sub block 34.”
“Do it.” Empress Luna ordered while rubbing the coin with her thumb. Pillar was the only one of her husbands not away or otherwise preoccupied since there are no defensive campaigns at the moment besides the one that had sprung up on Mustafar below, which was why mere troopers were having to face the wrath of Hell instead of the Doom Marines.
“Empress, not to be disrespectful, but why not call your husbands? This is exactly what they specialize in.” The trooper asked her as he continued to watch the demons rampage through the ship on the feeds, fear and concern filling him both for his own life and the Empress.
“They are spread across two galaxies and two universes at the moment. To pull any of them away from their duties could mean somewhere else falls rather than here. However, your concern seems to be warranted.” Luna sighed out her nose at the sight of the new droids being corrupted by Hell before they could finish deploying from their storage, so she flicked the coin into the air with her thumb and a portal appeared from it once it landed, allowing her hulking husband Pillar to rush through with his hammer at the ready, his new white wings spread threateningly.
“Lulu, what’s going on?” Pillar demanded and the trooper used his omni-tool to transfer the sit-rep to his own omni, which he read at a blistering pace. “Damn it! Lulu, get out of here, evacuate as many of your people as possible. Mustafar may be as good as lost along with the Selenite . I’ll personally purge the demons from the ship, but there’s no guarantee until the whole ship is sanctified by priests or priestesses.”
“I had feared as much. I shall give the order to sabotage the ship’s propulsion once she is put into stable orbit, then order them all to trigger their Fallback Lockets. Good hunting, Love.” Luna said with the lament that she couldn’t do more than look at those beautiful wings at the moment. Her husbands and wife had become even more deliciously irresistible since Heaven altered them.
“Attention all units. Ship is already in stable orbit, please activate your fallback lockets.” The AI announced and her soldiers obeyed, reaching into their armor to trigger their combination dog tags and evac talismans while Pillar ran out of the bridge and Luna sighed once she was left alone on the bridge. “Why have you not left, Empress?”
“Because this is my ship. It is bad enough we experienced an unexpected counter-strike, but we’ve already lost Mustafar, which has one of the highest densities of Eezo in Andromeda from our updated scanning protocols thus far. To lose my flagship is a disgrace.” Luna summoned her armor as she stood, her body covered in the most advanced armor possible due to the efforts of RIT and their ‘Iron Maiden’ armor project.
Even if she didn’t have wings, this suit of body-conforming modular plate armor granted her flight, even in vacuum. The sleek silver and navy blue armor coated her like a thick second skin, even accentuating her bust and booty. Though that wasn’t the point of the armor; it was superior mobility combined with protective value and built-in weaponry. Luna just hoped it would soften the blistering tongue-lashing she was to receive from her husbands and wives later.
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“So, what are we doing?” Phobos, the Chaotic Spirit of Fear asked his brother Minos, the Chaotic Spirit of Milk. They couldn’t all be big concepts, but how did he get a sibling that rules over cows? Including the ones that produce Argent.
“We’re both horny, so why not just jump someone? We’re chaos after all.” Mino purred to his brother as they walked the streets of Noctis, the capital city of the Empire in the Milky Way, in nothing but tight shirts and jeans. They were looking for some fun or at least he was. “Oh, how about her?”
“Nah, still too xenophobic. If we’re looking for someone for fun, why are we here ? It may be the capital for us in this galaxy, but the majority of the population are still struggling to get out of the oppressive fears instilled in them by their previous rulers.” Phobos huffed in annoyance. If they’d gone strutting about in almost any city or town in Andromeda, they’d be neck-deep in pussy by now. Often literally with how they tend to play.
“Because it’s the Milky Way.” Minos chuckled before pointing at an Asari. “I think it falls under my jurisdiction! Why not her? 500-ish years of age, we could really mess with her worldview by making her have chaos babies.”
“No, she’s married and afraid of being considered unfaithful due to the temptations of us sexy beasts. Dude, c’mon. Let’s just-.” Phobos’ protests ceased when green hands grabbed their shoulders and a heaving green scaly rack was pressed between their arms from behind.
“Hey boys.” They both turned to see the hungry Drell woman who was clearly modded with her hyper voluptuous figure stretching a tight red halter top and blue jeans, along with the fact she was on such a humid planet like the tropical Khar’shan without breathing problems. “You two are strutting about like peacocks, you mind giving me some fun?”
“Yeah!” Minos cheered before he vanished and the woman yelped as a bulge formed in her belly, but then she cooed and giggled as she looked expectantly at Phobos, who gulped nervously.
“Aw, don’t be shy. I knew what I’d be getting into when I propositioned you two.” The Drell purred as she rounded him, pressed her breasts to his chest while his brother wriggled in her womb and she kissed him in public before pulling him into a nearby alleyway. “I don’t bite. Much.”
“Hm!” Phobos groaned into her lips as he lost control on hiding the cock he got from his mother Dongoruas. The beast of his pants burst free and the throbbing tumescence thickened between her thighs as his balls spilled out of his pants to plop loudly on the alley floor with a churning slosh. She gasped and wiggled atop his twitching 18-foot long hyper dick that was thankfully aimed towards the closed end of the alley.
She ground her jean-clad groin against him as she continued to kiss him, her absolute lack of fear surprising him to the point of not being sure how to respond. Especially when she pulled closer to him and hooked her legs around his yoga-ball sized nuts to grind her whole groin and ass on his base.
“You’re a big one. I heard you chaos chimeras were unique, but this is so much dick that nobody could possibly handle it without your magic. Why don’t you take us somewhere I can properly give it attention or shrink it down so you’re not left wanting?” The lustful and fearless woman purred and she even backed away down his length enough to lay atop him and grope the tops of his semen spheres while wrapping her legs around him and rubbing her b-ball boobs into his mast. “C’mon~. I don’t want to have to do all the work~.”
“O-okay.” He blushed as he teleported them to his Mother’s pleasure world: Paradise. They found his mom and dad on a date there. “S-sorry mom! I’ll-.”
“Sweetie, this place is meant for these things. You have fun.” Dongoruas, a towering she-hulk of various bears said before leading her changeling husband down the beach in the other direction while his playmate began stripping naked, revealing more of her sleek green scales and rubbing her pregnant-looking belly as his brother had fun inside of her.
“Mm~ your friend is making me so hot. I’m going to give you all the pleasure I can.” The hourglass-shaped green alien trailed down his penis to his glans and began making out with his cumslit, causing him to moan and pant as the sensation, amplified by the sheer number of nerves in his penis. She quickly spurred him on and he grunted as gouts of cum surged forth, causing her to laugh and eat as much of his thick baby batter as she could. “Mm~! You taste like my favorite fruit! Give me more, big boy!”
“Y-yes ma’am!” Phobos never imagined meeting someone so fearless in his short life...
Ch.150
Gnarlhan passed through the portal to the pocket dimension of one of their enemies. A place the enemy thought they could hide from the legions, a false-
Gnarlhan blinked when it felt something other than blood-lust, fear of the Slayers or an undying need to kill. Gnarlhan looked about the beach and wondered what it was feeling as others walked through the portal from their realm and blinked in the same fashion. The great Barons being the most confused.
“What is this? I like it, but it does not feel right. I don’t feel the urge to burn and slaughter.” An Arch-Vile snarled in confusion and hatred. “What realm are we in?”
“A world built by this Chaos Trinity. Puny things that think they’re more powerful than the Demon Lord’s Chaos.” The baron nervously said as it tried walking back through the portal, only to find itself unable to return as breasts grew on its chest. “What is this?!”
“We’re Changing?! How?!” The Arch-vile groaned as it fondled the male genitals that emerged from it’s groin.
“I can’t get back?!” The Baroness wailed as she rapidly became more and more femininely bricc rather than masculinely swol as a voice started chuckling at the baffled and transforming army of demons. They looked to see three sigils staring back at them; an owl, a serpent and a bear. “Release us immediately! Return us to our rightful forms!” She demanded while her tits finished swelling to the size of beach balls, which at her towering height made her seem to scale with most Imperial females and herms.
“How about no? You lot are officially the first demons to not be annihilated with prejudice. Have fun, if you can manage to learn how to be people, we may just let you out under supervision.” One of them intoned before the sigils vanished, clearly having nothing more to say to the changing demons, who moaned, whined and even cried in their confusion.
“What do we do!?” An Imp yelled as Gnarlhan saw a few demons were unchanged and looking on with lust. She felt indignation and fear, knowing what they must have in mind. With a roar, she rushed them, stabbing one of her former fellow Barons through the eye with her surprisingly dextrous shorter claws in one hand, while gouging out the throat of another.
“Kill the Unchanged! They won’t allow us to live, so they must die! Then we can figure things out!” The new Baroness roared with her husky and commanding voice while she led her fellow transformed against their former compatriots, who mindlessly sought to slaughter, enslave and rape them. She wouldn’t allow it!
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“Why did you wait until the last minute to pull us away from the beach, mom?” Phobos demanded from his mother, perched on his gargantuan gurgling nutsack, each testical easily the size of a small weather balloon at five feet each and his phallus was still trickling semen liberally at the tip, where Dongoruas had attached a giant milking tube to his glans to gently milk him.
“You three were having so much fun that I didn’t want to interrupt you.” Dongoruas smirked at her son, who blushed and caressed his left testical where Elesli, the almost entirely fearless Drell woman, was curled up and sleeping off a long night of exhausting sex, soaking in his cum and sustained by a breathing charm cast on her head. In his right testical, much to his deep embarrassment, was his brother-turned-sister Minos, who was enjoying basting in his seed just as much as the alien woman. Curse her! She may even let herself get pregnant like Elesli definitely was. Genetics mean nothing to draconequus, but Phobos wasn’t planning this!
“We also need a few new Chaos Spawn anyway.” Hermais chuckled. “Celly got herself hyper pregnant again from losing control and having Oberon fuck her without any form of protection for several hours straight.”
“Meh ho menono!” A manic yelled echoed from the ocean. Phobos turned his head out the window of the impervious 50s style beach hut diner and saw a square, flat, white doodle with a giant pencil. It ran towards the demons and began literally erasing a mancubus from existence and ‘drawing’ healed wounds over the injuries of the ‘Changed’ demons. “Blah kwee~!”
“Oh no, one of daddy’s old creations is loose again. I’ll round it up after it’s done.” Hermais heaved out a despondent sigh and rubbed her temples to try and alleviate the oncoming headache.
“Granddad made that? Why?” Phobos asked before groaning as the occupants of his balls shifted about. F-fuck~! They’re l-licking the walls of the inside of his magical balloon-like glands and masturbating, stuffing more of his cum into their pussies and-. “Oh~!” His giant penis pulsed and the cock milker siphoned his production away to likely join the mass constituting this Demiplane, but his testicular visitors stayed right where they were, unmoving despite the contractions of the glands around them urging them to follow the cum to his prostate and out.
“To put it bluntly, he has had way too many weird ideas from having delved into mom’s head too many times. Willow is such a kooky woman or rather, where she’s from is so kooky.” Eris informed the cumming and panting stud, who was so naturally hung, she’d considered bedding him and being his cocksleeve for a while, but she had plenty of incredible lovers and felt no need to monopolize Phobos when he had so many mates to look forward to.
“O-oh, fuck.” Phobos moaned as he spasmed atop his now yoga-ball spheres, where his current partners had to curl up tightly, but were still obviously having fun.
“Hm, hey Eris, want to mount my son’s cock and pump our cum down into his balls?” Dongoruas chuckled.
“Ew, no. Frotting is bad enough sis, but urethral insertions that aren’t cockvore are squicky for me.” Eris gagged and Dongoruas rolled her eyes.
“Eh, I don’t mind it. Of course, mine's big enough for it to be really pleasurable. Although, I guess now isn’t the best time, let’s get to work.” Dongoruas sighed and began moving her hands about.
“What are we going to tell everyone else? The Doom Marines, especially?” Hermais questioned.
“About the legion of demons we’re taking from hell for our own?” Eris chuckled.
“Well, yes. The fact that Hell even dared to try and invade our Demiplane.” Hermais rolled her eyes at the bold, but stupid attempt. Thinking their power would outweigh Chaos. Fools.
“Yes, this realm is ours, our rules, our will.” Dongoruas chuckled while she nuzzled her sister and rubbed her groin. “Who should we call? Luna is in trouble, best to not call her.”
“Maybe we should call Berserker first and, you know, get the worst elements out of the way quickly.” Eris suggested while she did some hand motions of her own.
“Somehow, I also get the feeling you would want him to bang our Baronesses through irony.” Dongous wiggled her eyebrows at Eris, making her giggle. Since Berserker and his Crusaders battle against that specific type of Hell Demon that was entirely different from these ones.
“Maybe. How are you doing on locating them in the multiverse, Dongo?” Eris asked her sister, who hummed and nodded as she held up a nearly invisible ball of yarn in her hand with a conspicuous thread sticking out that she pointed to. “Thanks, now then, time for some Time...” Eris pulled on the thread sticking out, which caused the EDI to appear floating just above the ocean. “There we go! Let’s call them up.”
Hermais did the honors while Phobos groaned and grunted in pleasure from his partners continuing to stimulate him. “What the fuck?! You three! We hadn’t finished getting Nexus on board yet!” Visilia shrieked over Hermai’s omni-tool and Dongoruas sheepishly sought out the thread to the Displaced, only to gawk at the tangled four-color mass of thread her power spawned as a visible representation of Nexus and she cringed while Eris winced.
“Uh...rain-check on Nexus for now! I’ll have to put her someplace large enough.” Dongoruas announced and leaned in to quietly hiss to her sister of Chaotic Time. “She’s the size of a fucking planet . I’ll need a star system with no planets if we don’t want her very presence to disrupt gravitational forces.”
“Alright then, so what is the meaning of this spatial abduction?” Visilia demanded as the EDI turned towards the beach. “Does it involve those demons fighting each other?”
“Hell tried invading us. So we made as many of them as possible like this. They’re killing the ones we didn’t change for their own survival.” Eris told them while Dongoruas used her omni to look for a suitable star system to summon Nexus. “We figured you’d want to meet our new toys.”
“Wait, Hell tried to invade this realm of existence? Seriously? There’s dumb, then outright retarded. You don’t try to fight a God or Spirit in their own Demiplane.” Vinnie huffed in disbelief augmented by disgust with such foolishness. “Then again, it hasn’t stopped them from trying.”
“If that’s true, what do you intend on doing with them?” Visi inquired of the Trinity while Phobos grunted and his milker picked up the pace again. “Is that Phobos back there?”
“Yes. Anyway, we were thinking of maybe turning them into badasses and sent after their former allies? Or make them breed Pure Demons untainted by Hell’s Corruption?” Eris suggested as the legion of transformed demons cheered in victory over slaughtering their former compatriots. Thank gosh none of the Changed were Mancubus, those things are beyond disgusting.
“They’ll try to flee the moment they realise we’re here. We have been at war forever, don’t expect things to go over smoothly just because certain events changed through unforeseen circumstances.” Hunter stated with wisdom tempered by experience. “Even so, what do you want us to do, talk to them?”
“That’d be nice and-.” Hermais paused when Phobos keened quite loudly and an arousing *Glorp!* emanated from his cum factories, which had swollen to be even bigger than they were when the sisters brought him into the diner for his safety. “Uh, yeah. Please do something like that while we get Phobos to a Male Milking lounge on Harmonia. We may have accidentally sparked him into being a Cum Cow, especially since Minos is in his balls.”
“Oh~...mm~...” Phobos wordlessly moaned, drool trialing from his lips, down his torso and to his throbbing, pulsing, churning groin where his mates were continuously stimulating his cum production while eating and stuffing themselves with his seed, which aroused him to no end.
“We’re having words later, you three. You knew Phobos was special in that department and abused it. Now, we’ll help with this mess you’ve made, but you’d better get us back out into the galaxy at large soon and get Nexus home pronto and remember the plan.” Visilia demanded before hanging up and the sisters cringed at being reminded of the horrible truth before they vanished from the beach shack diner with Phobos to get him tended to and bring Nexus home.
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I didn’t have much time at all to understand what happened. One moment, Visi was retrieved from within me and I was floating in content about Meteo with the EDI nestled in my cleavage to wait for them to tell me it was time to go. The next moment the EDI vanished and now I’m in the middle of nowhere with a much smaller yet no less bright star than Lylat with only one dustball of a planet in orbit along with a remote research station and one of the rebuilt Mass Relays.
Why am I here? Why am I back home with no warning? I didn’t even get to say goodbye to Star Fox or get their Displaced’s Token so I can visit...oh well. My niece Dongoruas is likely to blame for this and I can pester her to obtain their Displaced’s Token so I can visit later. I’d better-.
“Ksht, unidentified ship, identify yourself and explain your purpose.” A hail from the system’s space station demanded and I blinked at them thinking I was a ship, when right now I’m a space station. I guess it’s hard to tell for them and also I’m on the other side of the star from them. The only reason I knew they were there was my sophisticated astrogation systems detecting it.
“I am Nexus Prime, I have no purpose here. I have been dropped here by spatial tomfuckery. Please advise, what system is this?” I replied while crossing my arms under my bust and assuming a leaning posture as if I were sitting in a comfy chair or couch while facing the star.
“Nexus Prime...registered Super Dreadnought class autonomous warship and mobile shipyard?” The station questioned and I nodded even if they couldn’t see me while I sent them my digital ID. “Checks out. Well then, mind giving us a hand? We’re stranded here and the scouts that went to check on the anomalies on capek have not responded or returned from their observation mission. Communications beyond the system have also likewise been strangled by unknown circumstances. Would you be willing to assist?”
I chuckled before a little toy Arwing appeared in space with a note apologizing for the abrupt spatial repositioning. The only reason I could notice it at all at my gigantic size was the small beacon taped to the toy. I shrugged and stuck it to my fingertip before putting it in my cleavage for safekeeping. “Sure thing. It’s the least I could do, considering it’s my job to serve and protect, even if I’m not a cop or soldier or whatever.” Sure, one of me is a soldier and another a leader of armies, but that’s not me right now. I’m a quirky sexy giant space station, not a soldier.
“Thank you. Please keep this channel open.” The person on the line pleaded and I nodded again, even if he couldn’t see me. I need to remember that not every call is a video call. I don’t even have an omni-tool at this massive size. Speaking of which, I’d better downsize. Being a rapidly moving planet would seriously screw with gravitational fields. I guess that’s why Dongo dumped me here in this nearly barren star system of one star and one planet.
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“I’m not sure how to feel about this.” Vinnie commented uneasily at the sight of the demons kneeling before them, pleading for their lives with fear and resignation.
“Me either.” Hunter said before turning to Bryan. “You?”
“This is fucking surreal. Have we been snorting Warp Dust?” Was the only response their brother could come up with.
“Okay, so, uh, how should we deal with this?” Vinnie asked as she looked over the assembled mass of varied anthropomorphized demons who traded many of their more vile and brutal traits for more natural designs. For instance: all the harsh bone and chitin spurs had been made smooth and if anything, these transformed demons were almost cute and cuddly by comparison.
“Uh, well, maybe they’d like some clothes?” Hunter suggested with a gesture at the over-endowed demons who clearly had no idea what to do with their new body features.
“Alright.” Vinnie sighed before she used Palutena’s Staff of Creation to summon a variety of clothes in free-standing display aisles like an open-plan clothing store. “Hurry up ladies and gentlemen, take your pick. Don’t worry, they’ll fit you.” Hesitantly, the demons slowly got up and looked, tentatively poking at the clothes as if to check if they were going to attack them or not or rather, wondering how to wear them. It was a saddening realization that demons didn’t even have clothes, so they didn’t know what to do with them when offered.
“My gosh, they’re neanderthals.” Bryan facepalmed and shook his head before using the storage cube to remove his armor and clapped to get their attention before taking off his undershirt, holding it up and then demonstrating how to put it on without a word. The demons all gratefully followed his example once finding tops to their liking. Once garbed, he took off his pants and displayed them, then showed them how to put them on. Again the demons followed his example and soon were all clothed in pants or shorts too. “There, that’s better.”
“Thanks bro. I’ll show you ladies how to more comfortably support your boobs and the finer details of underwear later, while my brothers might give you boys tips on the dos and don’ts of managing your junk.” Runner declared when she banished the remaining clothes and put the SoC back in her cleavage. “That said, what are you going to do now?”
The demons all looked to one of the few Barons or rather, the Baroness among them and she stepped forward with an awkward rub of her neck with her right arm which thrust her delicious hyper-busty beach ball breasts forward against her tight T-shirt, which on the 16-foot-tall female cast quite the shadow. “We do not know. We have no prior experience to pull from. We’ve never...felt before, really. It’s all quite overwhelming, to feel things besides wrath, lust or fear.”
“Or a sense of duty to more than our Lords...or are they our lords?” Commented another Baron, one of the two males who unlike the originals, sided with the Changed since they had become slightly less brutish and more handsome along with the other, deeper alterations the Trinity had foisted upon these unsuspecting creatures. “I don’t want to go back. I know that.”
“All that awaits us is torment and death. We can’t go back.” The Baroness sneered down at her breasts and then snorted like a bull. “This, whatever it is, is a chance. To escape, to become more than soulless monsters. I don’t know what has allowed us this freedom, but I wouldn’t exchange this for anything.” She got rousing agreements from the crowd of what were clearly her followers, the two Barons included.
“So, you would say you don’t want to rape, slaughter, pillage and plunder mortals on principal?” Vinnie demanded and Hunter shook his head with a thumbs-up. “Okay then! You all can stay here for now. This place is unique, separate from reality. Every year here is a day in the outside world. We’ll be unable to check in on you, but the Chaos Trinity will be more than capable of doing that. You’ll also be helping us come up with ways to defeat Hell, is that clear?”
“Crystal. Now then...is there food here?” The Baroness asked moments before the demons all shared a loud gurgling rumble of their stomachs. “Because whatever changed us, it didn’t pull energy from nowhere and I suddenly can’t find the steaming corpses of our enemies palatable.”
“Head for that building over there. It’s called a diner, people go to them to eat. Dongoruas has it designed to cater to visitors automatically without her needing to even be here.” Hunter informed them as he pointed at the beach hut diner, which caused the demons to stampede down the beach towards it, the Baroness and her two Barons in the lead.
“At least that’s dealt with. I’m glad Visi opted to stay aboard the EDI or she might’ve had much more complicated questions that the demons couldn’t possibly answer with their limited experience to pull from.” Vinnie sighed and in a yellow flash, brought herself and her brothers back to the EDI’s hangar.
“Considering you didn’t slaughter them, I’m guessing things actually went well?” Visilia demanded immediately, the alicorn demoness’s tail flicking and her bat-like wings twitching. Her full suit of custom armor in the aesthetics of the long-outmoded Sentinel pattern declared that she was ready to leap into the fray at the first sign of trouble. Some of their veterans still wore it.
“Yes. Hopefully this experiment will result in another way to pacify our enemy and even turn them against their makers like these ones did out of self-preservation. It’d be nice to have more than Nexus to rely on in this matter.” Hunter answered as he stowed his armor, Vinnie doing the same, while Bryan simply left them be.
“Hm, how could we weaponize this then?” Tali asked when she approached.
“Get the Trinity to make whatever they did into a spell-matrix ‘grenade’, then fling it into the enemy’s lines to sow confusion and potentially make new allies. They’ve done similar things before, just never any that worked this well on Hell. Maybe Nexus does have something to do with this; she is Hermais’s Displaced after all.” Visilia replied before rubbing her stomach as it roared for food like the demon’s tummies did just a bit ago. “Enough talk, let’s eat.”
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I don’t think Capek is supposed to be teeming with life...isn’t it an inhospitably hot dust ball? Sure, it has ruined structures, but those are ancient and no other evidence of habitation exists. Whatever is going on, the planet is practically coated in a fleshy slurry. It can’t be xenomorphs, they may be adept at spreading everywhere, but they don’t literally spread flesh out like a mat and call it a day. I’m vainly hoping this isn’t the precursor to a Zerg or Tyranid invasion.
Well, I’m not made of biological mat-oh. Right. I’m slime right now, which is one of the purest forms of biomatter in two galaxies. Well...maybe if I split up and have my organic half in the womb of my synthetic half? Besides how sexy that is and turning us on, it was the only feasible option besides leaving our slime half in space, which is rude, lack of need to breathe or not.
Without further preamble, I divided myself and blinked at the odd notion that the beautiful giantess vixen I was looking into the eyes of wasn’t me right now. Penta on the other hand, winked before she leaned in and kissed me, making me moan as her goo slid into my vagina, filling my womb and making me cum quickly even if she wasn’t playing with me. Soon, I was huffing and puffing psychosomatically while holding my fecundity, which rapidly shrunk away thanks to my four Navel Pearls working together.
I was still recovering from the aftershock orgasms when suddenly my controls were seized by Penta flooding my internals and connecting to my systems. “Mm~, you’re so fucking sexy Norola.” Penta purred as she groped my breasts and fingered my sopping wet quim, causing me to internally groan in pleasure before she ceased tormenting me and began to pilot my giantess space station body down to the infested planet, shrinking down in size as we descended.
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“Why did you drop them in the Titan Nebula? There’s nothing there.” Twilight, not Princess amongst friends, asked Dongoruas after the ursine draconequus provided the coordinates to where she spatially relocated Nexus Prime to from the Lylat System. She was so happy to be at a normal size and while she was aboard she hadn't gotten to do anything beyond her digital paperwork, but she was having fun being less a political figure and more a person . The people aboard the EDI , including EDI herself, treat her like she’s just her . She missed this.
“That’s precisely why I put them there, Twily. I couldn’t just drop a planet-sized goddess in the middle of just any system and not expect their own gravity well not to impact things like the tides or weather systems.” Dongoruas explained while Joker plotted the course to pick their commander and friends back up now that they were finally back in the Milky Way, having popped in near where they’d left in the Widow system. C-Sec was rather annoyed.
“Oh, well that makes a lot of sense.” Twilight chuckled before she blushed when Dongoruas leaned in and sniffed her deeply.
“Oh, so you’re the one Hermais bred amongst the alicorns. I understand that they will also be some of the first Cyber Noodles since you were converted by Nexus.” Dongo’s comments made Twilight smile and she rubbed her deceptively flat stomach which was truly inundated with Hermais’s brood of chaos noodles. She only now remembered that her robotic hands and hooves weren’t always how she was. That before she’d been in constant pain, cured by Nexus.
“Yes. I’ve already met one of my future daughters. You should know her as Gidget. I think she’s on board, actually. I want you to take her home so she isn’t leaving Chrysanthemum feeling lonely during her hyper pregnancy full of her own little cyber noodles.” Twilight really hit it off with Chrysanthemum during her time with the crew while they were on shore leave on Rannoch. It was so hard to find an intellectual who shared her zeal for knowledge along with other things.
“I’ll see to it the wayward sire is returned to her mate.” Dongo leaned down and Twilight hummed into the kiss the Spirit of Space gave her before vanishing and leaving Twilight huffing in annoyance. She knows how much that annoys her!
“You okay there, Twi?” Ashley asked the alicorn and the purple mare nodded huffily while she checked her hardsuit for anything out of place. You never know when it comes to the Trinity or any draconequus to be honest. Friend or lover or not, you can’t anticipate when you’ll get pranked.
“I’m fine, Ash. Actually, now that I’m not busy, let’s go chat about whatever it was you needed.” Twilight remembered that Ashley had something she wanted help with, but it seemed to be private since she flushed hotly and hurried away from the bridge, gesturing for the princess to follow her. After they reached the private rooms, thankfully devoid of Visi and the other invading members of the Royal Harem, Ashley went into the room for her and Twilight followed since she had permission to enter. “So what is it, Ashley?”
“I...you know I’m the only human in my marriage besides Jack, right?” Ashley rhetorically asked and Twilight nodded for her to continue. “I’m bored and boring.”
“Huh?” Twilight blinked at the confusing statement. Ashley wasn’t either of those things...
“I’m bored and boring ! I’m stereotypical plain jane compared to them all! Even Jack has her tats and strong Asian traits that are rare among humans these days. Meanwhile, I look like the vast majority of human women across the galaxy and I feel out of place. I know you’re not the Goddess of Love, but I figured as the Goddess of Friendship, that you could still give me advice before I do something rash, like take a transformation potion and make it permanent.” Ashley exposited on the alicorn and Twilight was rather surprised and pleased that after all this time, people would still consider consulting her with Friendship problems.
“Well, let’s start with what makes you say that. What causes you to feel inadequate compared to your wives?” Twilight asked and Ashley scoffed as she paced about her room, her pink hardsuit keeping her sexy Empire-Promoted figure from jiggling in all the right places.
“What doesn’t make me feel inadequate compared to them? They’re goddesses even if not literally. I feel overlooked even when they make a point of giving me the attention I desire. Then there’s the fact that I was just drawn into their shenanigans. I outright resisted until they forced me to experience pleasure I’d never get from another human.” Ashley snarled to herself while she paced and Twilight hummed.
“Forced? That’s a rather strong word.” Twilight commented and Ashley blushed.
“Well, it kinda was. I was manhandled into a four-way with Nora, Liara and Benezia. It just kinda went from there. Starting with my minor BDSM fetish getting indulged, then went to outright affection, then love and an obsession of having babies with Nora and Yola. Now? I have plenty of beautiful kids who practically raised themselves and I’m proud to call mine, but I feel left out. Like I’ve been forgotten, even though they kiss and hug and love me.” Ashley wrung her hands together and Twilight was about to say more when Tali poked her head in through the ceiling portal.
“Why is that?” Tali asked before she flipped down to sit next to Twilight. “Is it because you haven’t been getting in on Nora and Yola’s sexcapades lately like I haven’t? Because I feel a bit lonely myself lately on that front. No Jun, it has nothing to do with you.” Tali said as she tapped the side of her head.
“A bit? There’s also the fact that I’ve never felt as good as that time I was an ahuizotl herm with those massive churning spunk bunkers resting on my thighs or pumping someone full.” Ashley was drooling and wiped away at her chin as she groaned. “See? I want that again. I want to be more than human. I know, former human xenophobe speaking here, but now that I’ve had it, I want it again.”
“Well, there was a program Wiatr mentioned she had wanted to make involving Humans. Just to see if she could get it to work.” Twilight muttered before she opened up the file of the SPARTAN Program. “This would make you a Super Soldier, like the Atlas.”
“Does it involve heavy gene editing, modifications, potential anthro transformations?” Ashley asked as she read over the digital pamphlet. “I’m up for those, but I kinda want to know first.”
“You’d remain human, but be more than that. Gene transformation for gender could be added if you wish.” Twilight explained as Ashely read about this program. It promised better vision, both day and night, faster reaction times, stronger bones, denser muscle, her thought processing speed would increase and she’d grow a few feet with an intended cap at 10 feet tall.
“Would it interfere with transformation potions?” Ashley asked as Tali joined her in looking over the pamphlet, which was rather long and in depth as to the potential side-effects. Death wasn’t one of them, but considering how advanced the Empire was, there could potentially be fates worse than death.
“Considering it’s Wiatr we’re talking about, no, it shouldn’t. This is all supposed to be enhancements on your baseline. Anything you do to yourself should carry over afterward.” Twilight answered, wondering if she was doing the right thing offering her a role as a super soldier. Then again, just suggesting she take a transformation potion and be done with it could backfire horribly. At least this way she’d also be bettering herself further. “There are a few things the program will require of you. Be age regressed to before puberty, go to our homeworld to use a time dilation chamber to go through years of grueling training that puts the Ripatorium to shame, then these mods to your base. Whatever you choose to add on is a personal choice.”
“Wait, you have a DBZ Hyperbolic Time Chamber?” Ashley asked with sudden intensity and Twilight smiled nervously.
“Eh, sorta? The Caribou used it to breed armies within days to swarm our defenses. If Equestria was not already using barriers or walls like other countries they would have overwhelmed us in hours of them joining the Lust Demons.” Twilight explained some history even older than her. That time chamber was such a hassle to the rest of the world, at least until it was captured and turned to their own purposes. Then there was her ability to make more of them after dedicated months of intense study on it.
“Then I won’t be gone for more than a week or two if I do this. I’ll do it. I’ll be the first human test subject for this, up until I cease to be human if I decide to go a different route.” Ashley declared and Tali took her hands, pulling her attention to her purple-skinned wife.
“Hey, you don’t have to go alone. Listen, is that project just for humans? I don’t see why you’d keep it strictly for a species that isn’t native to your galaxy.” Tali’s words surprised Ashley and Twilight shook her head.
“Of course it isn’t, but Wiatr has been wanting to obtain a willing human volunteer for it for ages. If it can turn a human into a verified badass, then it would easily allow any of our own races to obtain a similar level too. Using just ourselves as a baseline doesn’t really work when we’re already packed full of natural powers humans don’t possess.” Twilight replied while Ashley and Tali kept reading.
“What is this about armor?” Ashely asked, noticing a small note on armor.
“It’s a special armor project spawned from Rannoch’s Iron Maiden pattern armor. It’s meant to find a superior middle ground between maneuverability and durability. You’d be testing the Iron Mjolnir patterns of armor meant to unify the Iron Maiden and UAC patterns. The UAC patterns are what our troopers use and what the Praetor pattern armors the Doom Marines use are based off of.” Twilight answered and let them continue reading until they were done.
“Alright, sign me up. I would love to be able to compete with my wives on the battlefield and in bed. As time goes on I feel like I’m just a footnote compared to them.” Ashley declared and Tali hummed.
“I want to too, but what about my brain? It’s entirely synthetic and houses my AI son. No Jun, you’re not ready yet. I don’t feel safe just letting you go off until you’ve secured your sense of self.” Tali said and Twilight hummed as she looked into the more secure files of the project.
“You should be fine. If anything, you would be better off because your brain wouldn’t be affected much by the hormone therapies, so you’d skip out on any confusion or other temporary side-effects.” At this, Tali nodded and shared a look with her human wife, who looked grateful for Tali’s willingness to join her in this. “Alright then, good luck.” Twilight’s horn flashed and the two beautiful women vanished in a purple light. “I just hope you don’t get stuck in Wiatr’s pleasures.”
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It was a good thing I put Penta inside me for safety. This is definitely Zerg. I have what looks like Abathur trying to speak with me after a Zerg Rush on my feet resulted in me just stomping the little pests into paste on the fleshy ground. However, he doesn’t speak a language from this galaxy, so my translator software has failed to find meaning. I gestured for him that I cannot understand using gestures my databases said the majority of sapient creatures understood.
After a few moments, the bulbous creature began morphing it’s mouth about until an uncannily disturbing human-like mouth formed. “Primitive maw, speech crude, understand do you?” Okay, that’s Batarian it’s speaking in. My software works with this.
“That’s better. Now, why are you invading? Are you from this galaxy or beyond it?” I demanded, hoping that since the creature could speak Batarian, that speaking it myself would allow it to understand. Thank gosh I’m synthetic or I’d never be able to mimic the trills and nasal inflections Batarian language uses.
“Beyond, fleeing. The Queen ordered evacuation to prevent splintering again in the face of abominations. This world was barren, our flesh new to it’s searing heat, but I possess a library of genomes suited for adapting. Soon we shall harness this intensity as energy and establish a beacon so the rest of our kind can flee to here, from the abominations created by Amon.” Abathur informed me and I sighed heavily, which at my current mountainous size, sounded like a heavy gale ripping through a canyon. I need to be more careful with myself.
“But are you invading ? Are you going to seek pre-existing civilizations to consume them or will you be content living in your own society and sharing the galaxy with other sapient life?” I demanded of The Librarian, who hissed and clicked his various mandibles and other mouth parts.
“I do not know. That is the way we are, but that is the way our Queen revealed was merely a tool for Amon, who created us to abuse us! Our Queen may well demand we change simply to spite him! Already we have managed to work together with other sapients, I do not see why she won’t continue this trend.” Abathur intelligently answered and I nodded in acknowledgement.
“I’ll warn the local authorities about your presence, you will have a blockade around you, but I doubt they’ll try to go to war with a planet already coated in your biomass. Then again, stupidity knows no bounds. I’ll simply have to dissuade them. Be sure to include a message of non-aggression with your beacon. Oh, please stop jamming our comm signals.” Penta said through my lips, which was fine by me. That’s pretty much exactly what I would’ve said anyway.
“Ah, so that is what this odd signal is. We shall cease interference then. Thank you for sparing us.” Abathur hissed and I flew away from Capek, which may very well become the Zerg homeworld here in the Milky Way. That said, from where did they flee? It can’t be from Andromeda, this is on the wrong side of the galaxy. Could they be from Triangulum?
That’s over 2.5 million lightyears away from here, but that said it’s roughly 2.7 from Earth and the Milky Way is approximately 200,000 lightyears across at its widest. So...hm. With our current tech, a trip from one end of the Milky Way to the other while following established routes can take anywhere from a few hours to a few days. Then wouldn’t a distant galaxy like Triangulum only be a month to cross the intervening Dark Space?
How close are we to experiencing contact with an entity infinitely larger than us? How close is it until we are encountered by a pan-galactic government demanding our submission to their laws or crushed under their heels? I sincerely hope, vainly, that any such entity will be benevolent in its first-contact dealings. Infinity, it’s closer than you think! (no it isn’t)
“Hey, that’s a refugee world now. A bio-shifting species that puts Xenomorphs, Rachni and Collectors to shame fled from their home galaxy and impacted Capek, claiming it as theirs. Be sure to give it a respectful distance, because they consumed your scouts without understanding the language or other negative first-contact behavior.” Penta said in a call to the research station the moment the interference with the comms frequencies stopped.
“Oh. Just peachy. Well, those scouts were thankfully the sort not to have families, so they don’t have anyone to tell about their deaths besides their superiors. I-move now! Move now!” The comms officer of the station shouted moments before a refurbished Batarian Kes’heel Class Cruiser popped into existence from FTL near the Mass Relay. Which was near me. I yelped when the ship impacted my tits and vanished into my cleavage.
“Ah! Sorry! Hold on!” I stuck a hand in and gently grasped the dorsal ridge of the ship. “Okay, you should be able to hear me now. You’re in my Inventory. I’m going to gently pull you out and set you back into space. Do not gun your thrusters.” I warned them before gently taking the bulbous ship from my rack and letting them go once they were in normal space. “Whew! I’ve never had that happen before! We need better warp detection tech to help prevent accidents, not just space lane clearance.”
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I can’t believe this. I can . Shut up Penta! No~, this is too funny! Argh! I can’t believe I’ve been impounded ~! The cruiser’s captain, a batarian by the name of Renk Dapkenrek, declared that I was suspicious and would therefore be detained for questioning, but since I’m technically a space vessel right now and not something that can normally be considered a person, I’m impounded rather than being detained.
I pouted from where I was sitting my sexy ass on a small planetoid they’d been nice enough to let me retrieve so I wasn’t just floating freely and expending more energy than necessary. That said, I had to applaud the man’s audacity and conviction for protocols, the persons involved be damned. I may be a planetary giantess with hams and yams big enough to be moons at the moment, but he was adamant that I properly share my findings in a military police debriefing at the least. Which, curse bureaucracy, would take hours to arrange at the minimum. Ugh.
Y’know~. We could be giving them more of a show than just being naked~. No. I’m not in the mood. Aw, c’mon~. No means no. I’m way too annoyed and irritated, no matter-oh~! Mm~, so much space to slosh around inside of~. To churn and-. S-stop that! Stop! I don’t want to! No means no! Aw, okay, but can I at least get you off low-key and slowly? ...Fine. Low and slow.
I shimmied my hips a bit to get comfortable on the conveniently-shaped chair-like planetoid and settled in to let my wife please me discreetly when the EDI warped in. I’m saved! Or...no~! My gosh, I can’t believe this! Renk is detaining them too because Spectres don’t have autonomy beyond Citadel space~! Argh! He’s too good at his job, damn it!
“You know, it would be way easier to just leave. It’s not like they could stop us.” Penta voiced and I snarled at the brutish option. “Okay, fine, we’ll behave and play along. Damn political games, always such a waste of time. I can see why Berserker doesn’t play by the rules.” Penta muttered as she continued to churn and slosh within my womb to bring me pleasure.
“That isn’t fair and you, mm, know it.” I huffed and rubbed my muscular lower stomach, knowing that the facade hid a womb easily big enough to be a planet in it’s own right. “Now shut up and just have fun while we wait.”
Ch.152
“...What do you fucking mean the batarians have her?!” Visilia demanded angrily on the bridge of the EDI . They were making their way through the Terminus systems to rescue Nexus when they were informed by local authorities that the planet-sized beauty was being held for questioning.
“Well, not the Batarians per-say. She is in an Omega controlled system and they’re pulling politics and protocol. They’re not holding her for more than a debrief with the local authorities. It certainly doesn’t help that this system is in a first contact situation that we stumbled into, so now we’re being detained too until the situation is cleared up.” Joker explained to her as they waited for word from the cruiser that was quite legally demanding everyone sit still for now. “Basically, we’ve flown into a political shit storm that is being handled surprisingly well by this captain.”
“For fuck’s sake.” Visilia growled in frustration, rubbing her forehead at the outcome. “If anything happens to her during that debrief and it was intentional, I’m setting Berserker on all of them. I don’t care about the backlash, I just want my wife back.” She stated and Joker gulped in fear, hoping it wouldn't come to that. They really didn’t need things to escalate to an all-out war.
“I’m sure it won’t come to that. Besides, she’s the size of a planet. I don’t think they’ll be able to do much to her.” Joker said as he tried to soothe her anger.
“Maybe, but just to be sure I’ll set up some teams.” Visilia told him as she used her omni-tool to do so. “I get the feeling the batarians won’t be in control for-.”
“Heads up! One Hellish gate signature-!” EDI shouted moments before a small portal opened and out walked Marauder. He was standing right in front of Nexus.
“Shit! No, not now!” The Alicorn Queen cursed as Joker looked at her in confusion.
“What do you mean by ‘not now’?” The pilot inquired as he moved the ship to intervene whatever the demon was up to.
“Bryan! Marauder’s here! Get-!” Before she could continue barking out orders, Visilia suddenly disappeared.
“What the-?! Jeffery, I lost their signal! They’re not on board!” EDI exclaimed in horror as the crew searched the ship for their Argentine allies.
“Oh, man, this can’t be happening.” Joker muttered as this was the worst time for them to disappear. “Was all of this planned by Hell?”
“It had to have been. Maybe the invasion of the Milky Way was a diversion?” EDI theorised as they closed in. “Why hasn’t Marauder tried to kill Nexus?”
“Maybe he knows anything he does wouldn’t make a difference. After all, she’s clearly the lynchpin to screwing them-he’s stalling.” Joker aimed his wife at the demon, but held back, aware that Marauder could call in who knows what kind of attack force and having EDI in the middle of it would be reckless.
“No, Joker, I’m not. I’m only here to tell you all that; the Argentine Alliance has been forced back to Devorak, but you still have to contend with our forces. With that, try your luck and see how far their training has got you.” Marauder chuckled as he stepped aside from the portal, which expanded and Hellish forces began pouring forth.
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“Why is Hell attacking?” Penta groaned as she fought to protect me from the ships attempting to land upon my flesh and find an entrance to board. Too bad for them, she’s occupying my inner sanctum already, so any attempt to get inside would be drowned and devoured.
“Maybe they knew I’d be here somehow?” I calmly replied from where I was pinned to the planetoid by my ass, shoulders and wrists due to the intense invisible force the trio of Hellish dreadnoughts were exerting on me. If I wasn’t bound to this space rock, I’d be crushing you fucks in my hands! I can’t even deploy my tendrils since my back is pressed into the planetoid!
“You’re half right about that.” I froze up at the voice of Marauder when he ascended from the ground with demonic wings from his back. “It was by chance that my sister, Bandit, found you shackled here by these pitiful mortals and their pathetic politics and protocols. A race that has committed many sins throughout their entire history and they have bent the rules in their favor. Why bother?” Oh, this motherfucker has the gall to question my choices?! “Yes, I do. Because you’re a fucking moron that is wasting my brother’s time and effort in protecting your sorry ass, you good-for-nothing cuntbag.”
“Fuck you!” I really want to strangle this arrogant prick for talking down to me like that! “If these ships weren’t restraining me, you would be-!”
“What? Sorry? Begging for my life? I don’t beg for forgiveness, I hunger for vengeance. Nothing more, nothing less. It is as simple as breathing air.” I growled as Marauder leaned forwards. “Just like Berserker, he seeks justice through vengeance, but you have made him weak, holding him back with the weight of your morales, forcing him to follow through your principles. Admit it; you’re all control freaks.”
“...What the absolute fuck are you talking about?!” It’s like someone lost the script! Since when was I doing any of that?! I get these are demons and all, but just how delusional are they?!
“Sorry, I was talking to Urta.” Marauder corrected himself.
“Hey, I’m in here, but be a bit more specific, asshole. I mean, specific about who you’re speaking to. Anyway, that was how things used to be. When was the last time you got a refresh on your link to Bryan?” Penta huffed in similar frustration and I nodded. I mean, c’mon. Save your rivalry drama for another time since Bryan/Brennie aren’t here to kick your ass.
“Can we just get on with this? I thought you were here to kill me?” I demanded in annoyance. “As the running gag in Monty Python and the Holy Grail stated, just get on with it.”
“That’s rather defeatist. I didn’t get that sort of impression of you.” Marauder commented in a mixture of surprise and disappointment.
“No, I’d just rather get it over with so your sorry ass is gone sooner.” I clarified and that got the demonic copy to roll his eyes.
“Fine.” Marauder flew a good distance away, activating a Crucible Greatsword and prepared to strike me down.
This was interrupted by a bright flash that I remember from when Yola and I got nabbed! The Great Fox suddenly warped in! Several Wolfens and Arwings launched before the ship vanished just as quickly! “Sorry for the scare! Had to rush over to some recent friends!” Vinnie called over the comms and I fangirled so damn hard inside! I can’t exactly do that while I’m pinned, after all.
“How? Devorak should be...right. Another transdimensional method we haven’t seen yet. Great. At least I get to have some fun. In the meantime, you should scan one of the dreadnoughts and weigh their chances of success.” Marauder suggested and I looked up at one of them.
“Oh, shit.” The dreadnoughts, they’re too heavily defended. Even with the feats an Arwing or Wolfen can pull off, along with the firepower it carries, it’s still not enough to break through. The Argent energy shields are too strong along with how durable it’s hull was. They each boasted a hefty amount of defense turrets to intercept enemy fighters and missiles and everything imaginable, including the kitchen sink. “You son of a bitch!”
“Do you remember the phrase; ‘The best defense, is a good offense ’? That’s what we built them for and it is that very purpose he would not commit to attacking any of them so blindly.” Marauder said before igniting his Crucible sword when Berserker ejected from his Arwing, brandishing his own Crucible. However, his didn’t activate. “What’s wrong, brother? Can’t get it up?”
“What did you do?!” Penta growled through my lips while Berserker looked down at his demonic-looking Crucible in bemusement. He’s impressively calm about this turn of events. If I was up against a planet-splitting sword and my own planet-splitting sword decided not to work for some reason, I’d be much more not-chill.
“I did nothing. His Crucible is a very special case and it has deemed him unworthy now.” Marauder claimed cheekily as he waved his glowing red Big-Ass Sword around.
“Which is weird to be honest. It worked just fine before.” Bryan mused and I felt a bit confused. They’re bitter enemies, right? There’s a space-battle happening all around them, right? Why are they so calm ?! Is this just another Tuesday?! “I guess the Maykrs on your side has something to do with it?”
“I’m surprised God himself didn’t see that coming.” Marauder snorted before deactivating his Crucible.
“Jehovah isn’t exactly direct about things. You know how gods work.” Bryan huffed and rolled his eyes. “Whatever, I don’t need a Crucible to kick your sorry ass!”
“Are we ever sorry about anything?” Marauder asked with a dismissive shrug.
“You’re so pathetic, you apologize to existence just by breathing !”
“Oo, burn!” I couldn’t help the comment and Marauder gave me an ugly look. Ew. I don’t want to think of Bryan’s handsome face making a nasty expression like that, stop it.
“Do I? Well then, I hope my apologies are so overwhelming that you cringe to death!” Marauder snarled and I looked at Bryan, who stashed his ‘broken’ sword hilt before he took out an ornate-looking sword from his left hip. The words engraved on the crimson blade spelled out ‘The Hell’s Bane’. “Very well. Let us battle with steel and mettle. See if your resolve is still there and not tainted by the weak. Oh, by the way, mind the fleshy space ball.”
“Wait, what-?” Oof ! Again with something launching into my tits from FTL! What was that?!
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Sarah Kerrigan, the newborn Xel’Naga who arose from the failed attempt by Amon to end life in the universe, was jolted awake by the impact of her vessel. Said impact went wrong. According to the synaptic feedback timing, they weren’t due to arrive on the planet Abathur had set their presence on for a bit. The damage calculations and material spread was also drastically off. The vessel had sustained almost no damage on impact and no flesh was scattered about to aid in the conversion of the planet Abathur had claimed. “Report! What has happened?!”
“My queen! We have been forced off course by means of an unfamiliar tractor beam signature into a planetary body uncannily akin to your preferred shape.” The rudimentary simulated intelligence of the ship/comet replied and Sarah had to ponder what such a thing could mean. Her preferred humanoid form? Did that mean there were other humans in the universe beyond her home galaxy? Or at least other species similar to humans?
Wait, tractor beam?! “Launch the Buzzers! Attack the ships that forced us to move off course!” Sarah snarled and with a psionic command, her suit of organic armor walked towards her and she practically stepped into it. It was literally a second skin wrapped around her glowing golden flesh and her flowing mane of fiery psionic energy-hair contained within a chitinous and bone-armored fleshy carapace that mirrored her old form as the Queen of Blades.
“This action cannot be carried out. The aggressors are nowhere to be found.” The ship/comet replied and Sarah felt confusion. How could that be? Ships with tractor beams needed to be within visual range to tangibly affect something, especially something as massive as her comet of flesh hurtling through space just as it came out of warp.
To try and figure it out, Sarah took over the comet’s senses and was bewildered at the sight of nothingness around them save the odds and ends scattered about this void that made the Void seem more substantial aside from the physical objects floating about. She could see giant fluid tanks, pumps, asteroid-sized balls of scrap and junk. Is that an unnervingly well-organized floating pyramid stack of baby food? Where is this place? There’s even an entertainment center.
Sarah was about to have her drones investigate by scouting, when she noticed a single odd speck of...she wouldn’t call it light, but an infinitesimally small spatial distortion no bigger than a pinhead. If not for all the focused visual organs looking for things, she’d never have noticed it. With a thought, she seized control of a Buzzer and the simple flight-capable drone with a shell mostly composed of vacuum-proof bone and cartilage flew straight for it, only to vanish into the anomaly and her senses connected to it to similarly cease to exist.
“That’s our entry point, go through.” Sarah ordered and the comet-like ship flew towards it. The distortion opened to wrap around the ship, only to get stuck on what she felt was an unusually plush and supple surface that felt quite familiar. It was flesh, but it also was not. It was a fake flesh. Sarah only took a moment to realize it felt like breast or buttock flesh. She sincerely hoped it was the former and not the latter.
Either way, they’d impacted a genuinely gigantic entity and wound up in a spatial anomaly tied to this entity through the actions of tractor beams. She could once more sense and control her drone, along with Abathur and his planetary flesh coating fostering the Creep beneath it to protect it from the searing heat of the planet’s surface.
Through the drone, she could see the unbelievably beautiful and hyper-hourglassed giantess her ship was nestled in the cleavage of pinned by three genuinely stereotypically Evil dreadnoughts pinning her in place while another unrealistically shaped female of gigantic size, made of what her senses hungrily observed was raw liquid biomass much purer than Creep, trying valiantly to defend the light purple space-elf from smaller Evil-looking ships with her body connected via tendril to the lavender elf’s vagina.
Just what in the name of all that is sensible in the universe did she stumble into this time?
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“Ah, shit.” Vinnie groaned when she saw the fleshy space ball that had just crashed into Norola’s bosom. This was not the way she wanted this to turn out. “I guess I have no choice.” With that, she flew in close, seeing Bryan battling it out with Marauder. Yet, she noticed her brother struggling against his counterpart, more so than he should be. “What the Hell? Why is he losing? Where’s his Crucible?”
“Marauder said something about it rejecting him.” Norola answered as she watched on, helplessly looking on in worry for Bryan.
“Hm, I wonder why~?” Vinnie’s right brow twitched in annoyance at hearing the voice of Bandit. “Hehe~! You and the others are losing your edge.”
“What the Hell does that supposed to mean?!” The bunny-wolfess growled as she tried to find where that devil counterpart of hers was hiding.
“Oh, nothing much, but you’re smart. You can figure it out~.” Bandit taunted her and Vinnie didn’t like that. It usually means she’s either where she needed to be or was speaking the truth that no one wanted to hear or admit.
“Tell. Me.” Vinnie demanded through her grit teeth.
“Oh, would you look at that~. It’s Sarah Kerrigan and her little zerglings!” That alone made Vinnie’s heart skip a beat, not because the Queen of Blades was here, but where Bandit was right now. “Hm, this may provide a rather interesting outcome~.”
“Norola, she’s inside your body!” Vinnie warned the giantess as she flew her Wolfen towards Norola’s head.
“What?! How?! My interior is flooded with Penta’s slime and I didn’t even notice her!” Norola panicked while Penta was still busy trying to keep the Legions of Hell away. “Please, stop her! Whatever she is doing isn’t going to end well!” Then her eyes dilated. “Ah...ah…”
“No!” Vinnie tried to use her powers to warp to Nexus’s control bridge, only for her to spasm and gasp as her body violently rejected her old magic and her Relic Eye ceased working with an agonized screech from Tzeentch echoing in her mind. The insanity-inducing shriek actually pained her to a degree that she thought red was a delicious flavor and meat was a lovely color for her bone bicycle.
With a deranged giggle, she twirled her long bunny ears together where they were forced out of the top of her helmet and suddenly she was in front of Bandit. “There you are! My favorite person!” Vinnie cheered as her ears fired a shotgun she couldn’t remember having there, why in the ears and not her feet? She has such big bunny paws, perfect for tenderizing the meat!
“*ptoo*So a brief moment of insanity is enough to get you back on track, better be careful about that.” Bandit snarled through her shredded cheek and Vinnie laughed at the silly face the demonic-looking human woman was making. Why is she all naked like that? Doesn’t she know fur is fantastic?! “Doesn’t matter, I’ve made this slut higher than a kite. She’s helpless and soon she’ll be our new flagship!”
“Don’t bet on it.” Came the buzzing voices of dozens of sources, causing Bandit to look around at the wall of slime, which had retreated and revealed the hallways around them were practically covered in purple bone-blade-bearing-bug-bastards. “I don’t know what’s going on here, but you’re clearly the aggressor. Any last words?”
“...Fucking damn it!” Bandit spat and vanished in a flash of red light before several of the creepy-cute-cuddle bugs could skewer the silly woman on their pokey-stick arms.
“Where did she go?!” Barked one of them as Vinnie wobbled on her paws before falling back into a chair. She could swear she saw Guardian out the side of her eye before the delusion faded. “Are you alright?” One of the bugs asked her and Vinnie realized she wasn’t in a chair, but one of the purple bug-monsters had caught her and used the flat sides of it’s blade arms as a seat for her butt.
“I-I’ll be fine. I just seem to have had a relapse.” Vinnie was shaken. She used to be like that all the time? Or at least most of the time. The thought of being insane again suddenly terrified her. She didn’t know when she became sane, but she now feared the negligent and impulsive nature of her wild side. How hadn’t she hurt any of her loved ones? Did she and she had never realized it? No wonder she was so confused over her gender before, at least now she felt distinctly comfortable as a female, even if she seriously missed her male reproductive organs.
“Take it easy then. Things outside have suddenly taken a turn for the better. My Librarian has sacrificed a good portion of our available Creep stores to batter down the shield of one of the dreadnoughts and your ships have gutted it. Then there was this supremely pissed man who beat the shit out of the demon who stabbed your other angel in the stomach.” The Zerglings informed her and Vinnie gasped before trying to warp, only to scream when her Eye burned her like a flaming hot coal and she collapsed against the Zerglings. “Psionic backlash! Don’t try that again! You might fry your brain!”
“Agh...guh…” Vinnie felt the simulated tear ducts that kept her artificial relic eye moist so her eyelid could close properly dry out as her blinking failed to cool it off any quicker as her golden optic got blurry with oily tears. That’s right. Tzeentch’s power is based on insanity and other maddening concepts. She’s too sane now! Her eye is a bomb in her skull!
“Thank you for catching her when she fell. I’ll be taking her home.” A saddeningly familiar female voice said and suddenly Vinnie was laying in a bed somewhere rather than in the arms of the dubiously helpful Zerg. She continued blinking through the tears and the hot relic eye to take in...her room. Her old room. It was dusty from thousands of years of neglect, but it was her room. Back home. On the planet that was erased !
“Wha? How?” Vinnie asked in shock, only to feel lethargy strike and she fell unconscious.
Ch.154
“It is so nice to be back down to size. Being a fucking planet-sized giantess is hot as hell, but it’s lonely without anyone.” I mewled after returning to the EDI and walking alongside Penta, who had been the one to welcome me when I reentered from the hangar.
“I know what you mean. Being a moon full of babies is so damn hot, but when you’re a planetoid stuck in space, things get boring quick without stimulation. At least you had quick-set milkers giving you some form of stimulation.” Penta said as she pressed the button on the elevator for the ‘loft’ since we still weren’t going anywhere. Political bureaucracy at work again.
“Pfft, please. Each tanker only took what to me at that size was a drop in a bucket.” I patted my breasts and then gasped when Penta got behind me and began groping my naked breasts. Oh, right, I’m still naked.
“Go ahead and boast you have oceans of goodness in these tits~.” Penta purred and nibbled my right ear, making my cunt gush down my thighs and I had to fight against squealing too loud when I had an almost instantaneous small orgasm from her sucking my ear.
“Ahn~...not now…” I mewled weakly, shimmying my ass against her pelvis as the doors opened. “Th-there’s-ahn, too m-much t-to…” I was reduced to a puddling mess as she picked me up and carried me in to set me down on the couch, only then releasing my elfin ear from her cruel lips. “M-meany~...”
“Mm, mm, mm! She is still as sexy and beautiful as the day I met her.” I perked up at the familiar voice and squealed with joy at the sight of Marrow sauntering in from the kitchenette with a mug of what smelled like potent coffee. “Still, this is both of them?”
“Yep. She’s Norola, both of them.” Penta wagged her twin tails for reference. “Like how I’m Penta. I’m both Penny and Urta.”
“Better than granny’s whole plural speech thing when referring to herself.” Marrow replied as she neared me and I was still hot and bothered by Penta’s cruel assault on my poor pleasure providing ear. “Mind splitting up? I want to have you both, not this iteration.” Her words both pleased me and upset me. I’m...not good enough for her? “None of that! I married two women, not one. Now split up and scooch apart!”
“O-okay…” I split up and slumped against the arm of the couch. The lack of being Combined with Yola left me feeling incredibly empty and lonely. Like I was less of a person. I shuddered and hugged myself. Yola hugged me tightly and whimpered into the crook of my neck until Marrow magically separated us, sat us down and sat between us. I clutched her tightly, Yola doing the same on the other side and fought against sobbing as I shivered and breathed in her scent from her neck.
“Figured as much. Spend too long Combined and you start being that one person. You two should do the same, even if it’s different since you’re slimes and mitosis is a thing.” Marrow said to Penta, who looked at us worriedly and followed suit. Penny came to snuggle against me and Urta did the same for Yola. “Hush. You’re still yourselves. Shush.” Marrow soothed us, rubbing our backs while sipping her coffee with her magic. “I know it hurts. It will pass. It’s like depression, an emptiness. Now you know what true Depression feels like.”
“How do people who suffer from it not just kill themselves?” Yola whimpered and kissed Marrow’s cheek before nuzzling her, something that stimulates our sensitive and calm-inducing scalps along with the way our vixen lovers were caressing our fingers and forearms. “I’ve never experienced something this terrible. Nora hasn’t either.”
“Which is why I’m never Combining with anyone for longer than absolutely necessary. At least Urta and Penny have a natural form of it, so they seem able to avoid these side-effects.” I guess Combining is like a powerful drug. It feels incredible when you’re doing it, but the moment you’re not, boom, withdrawal. “Also, I’m only now realizing our absolutely gigantic size was new.”
“Probably because you fused with us and I have a really massive store of biomass in reserve at all times. Then you absorbed the Aparoid Queen, who was essentially a good portion of that planet. Get any bigger and you can use planets as sex toys.” Urta teased us and I bit my lip, trying not to enjoy the concept of finding some world that is beyond salvation, take it into me, my womb remaking it into a paradise… “Uh...wow!”
“Nora?” Penny asked with awe in her voice and Yola looked at me, her optics oddly bright.
“Well...about time.” Marrow chuckled as I squirmed against her.
“Unf~.” I moaned feeling my factories churning at the thought and an odd surge of rightness filling me, taking place of the emptiness I had moments before. “W-what was that? That wasn’t me just getting off on something super kinky.”
“Welcome to divinity! You’ve been teetering on the edge for the longest time!” Urta proclaimed and patted Yola’s thigh as she looked at me.
“Wait, we’re goddesses now?” Yola asked as my womb started filling with something.
“More like co-gods like my wife Wiatr when she’s split up. You’re both the Goddess of Machines or something. I’m sure mass production is part of that somewhere~.” Urta cooed as she looked at my undulating muscular abdomen while I panted and longed to have something to build while my eyes began filling with schematics for things I didn’t even know could be done and I heard dad chuckle.
So you took in Solus with a mix of Quintus after all. I’m so proud, but temper yourselves.
“Unf, ah, my-ah, womb is building something~.” I groaned as I held my flat abdomen which began to blow up with my microfactories as two tendrils went to my nipples and began milking myself for omni-gel! My tendies are tubes too now! “Oh~ it feels so good~!” I panted and rubbed my swelling belly as I shoved my breeding tendril up Marrow’s skirt and into her quim. She went commando!
“Ah! Unf! I-I was, ah, h-hoping for s-something like this~!” Marrow squealed as she finished her coffee and tossed her mug into her Inventory while Yola grunted and began swelling up with her tendrils self-milking her too. Her tongue was lolling out as Urta rubbed her womb with a pleased grin and Penny did the same for me while cooing into my ear, but thankfully not tormenting me with it’s tantalizing pleasure.
“What are you two making?” Urta chuckled as she leered at us fucking Marrow right in front of her. Oh! My hectocotylus tentacle is entwined with Yola’s and we’re fucking her together! We’re drilling her cunt with our coiled-together tentacle cocks!
“Fuck, ah~!” Marrow cried out as Penny fingered my pussy and heightened my pleasure while Urta was teasing Yola with her massive member.
“You are so sexy, fucking our wife in public.” Penny cooed in my ear and I gasped, remembering the Loft was a public area and looked around to see we were conspicuously alone. “Don’t worry, Marrow and I ensured the Loft would be empty since we knew you’d be too horny to think straight. Besides, we’re stuck here with Princess Twilight acting as the Imperial liaison with the Zerg until an ambassador arrives.”
“M-meanies~!” I wailed as my belly blew up to the point of looking pregnant with twins, but it seemed this would be as big as I needed to get for my microfactories to properly have the space to work. “Mm~. So beautiful. Those designs...revolutionary. By Primus it’s beautiful…”
“So what is it?” Urta asked again and Yola stopped sucking her dick to answer.
“Have you ever heard of Dyson Spheres? Imagine that, but the size of one of our tits and able to store anything inside. Like an oversized omni-purpose Pokeball.” Yola moaned and went back to sucking Urta’s cock while she gawked at us. “Mm~, gunna~!”
“Yes !” Marrow wailed as I joined Yola in groaning in orgasm, pumping Marrow’s thirsty womb with our cum, but she didn’t cumflate, meaning she was already using her Navel Pearl. “More! More ! More~! I need eggs! I need your babies~!”
“Hey, Nora. Mind giving me some of those tentacles?” Penny asked as she got between my thighs and began eating me out, making me wail in a rapid-succession orgasm and keep cumming longer than Yola did, who was content to blow Urta while helping me fuck Marrow.
“Unf, yes, but I can only cum out of the one in Marrow.” I huffed and used my free tendies to start tending to Penny’s puffy pussy and ass, making her moan into my cunt and eat me out harder while my womb firmed up and construction of the first Omnispheres in this universe was nearing completion, which meant an orgasmic birth was coming for me. I would know, because unlike normal people my births have always been mind-blowing pleasure for me.
“Hey, you two have been hogging them!” Jack barked as she entered from the elevator in a huff. She used Biotics to pull Urta from Yola and jumped on my sister to worship her tits.
“Gah?!” Urta yelped, her balls throbbed and she snarled as she pounced on Jack, ripping off her shorts and lined up with her ass. “For that, you’re getting it up the butt!” She pushed in and Jack squealed, but didn’t stop kissing Yola and mauling her tits with her strong hands.
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She paused and looked up into the sky with an unseen scowl. “I feel it too. Damn it. We’re missing out on something great.” Her partner huffed and the olive-drab armored woman looked at her similarly 10-foot-tall hulking super-soldier companion. Their armors were unisex with obviously feminine lower bodies yet flat and masculine torso armor which utilized pocket spaces for their endowments whether male or female, same with any tails or ears.
“Yeah, we’ll make them pay for doing something like that without us.” She huffed and flew through the trees with her armor’s repulsor technology that was easily several leagues better than the rank-and-file military had access to. Their armor was a fusion of the Iron Maiden and the UAC standardized armor the Imperial Army used for their troopers, which was also the armor the Praetor variant the Doom Marines used as a basis.
“Pay how? I want us to hash out our revenge before it comes up so we don’t just default to the usual.” Her partner replied and she held up a hand sign for silence. It was go time and chit-chat was pointless and risky. ONI demanded success, even if they wouldn’t be disposed of for surviving failure. Plus, they were officially on-loan and could head home anytime, no point in risking it on fun-talk. Besides, they had traitors to round up.
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“Best...thing...ever…” I panted out as I laid on my back in a puddle of fuck, that was both my own sexual and birthing lubricants and Penny having been reduced to a mocha pool around me. The same went for Yola and Urta while Marrow and Jack sat on the couch with content glowing expressions. It was such a good afterglow, I almost didn’t care to check on the Omnispheres that gleamed chrome under the lights and were slick with my sister and I’s juices.
“Don’t know about that. That time on Tuchanka Station with Cocoa’s daughter pumping me full and then Ash pumping her full to snuggle between our cumflated wombs is still at the top of my experiences. Not that I don’t want to do this again anytime, butt stuff is fine with me.” Jack huffed and patted her flat stomach. “I’m glad I can’t get fat from this.”
“Speaking of Ashley, where is she? Tali too for that matter. I haven’t seen them since we got back.” Yola pointed out in concern and I nodded in shared worry as I sat up with help from Penny, my wife morphing to partially solidify behind me and kiss my neck while rubbing my abdomen as if to sooth my muscles, which wouldn’t do anything, but it felt wonderful to feel her try anyway.
“They’re in a top secret files-dipped-in-digital-ink program by volunteering for it through Twilight, who brought it up when they voiced feelings of impotence compared to the rest of you.” Marrow informed us and Jack scoffed while I sighed. That sounded like Ash, but I didn’t know the adventurous and genius Tali felt that way.
“Them? Impotent? I’m the least powerful one of us on this ship! I didn’t get any special training or augments beyond your standard stuff. Samara’s a stronger biotic than me, fuck, the cheerleader is stronger than me now! I haven’t even gotten to fight since I rejoined. Fuck, most of us haven’t! The only ones getting any action are Garrus, Paretia and the Doom boys and gal.” Jack groused and I felt sudden concern. The past many situations have all been space battles or otherwise EVA related in a dangerous no-atmosphere environment.
Are all of our preparations for naught? No! I can’t believe that! I refuse to believe that! We-! I gasped as schematics appeared in my mind, ones familiar and I sneered evilly. Oh~. I know how to even the playing field if Hell is bringing out massive battlefield-controlling ships. Let’s make them useless! “Oo~! I know that look! Wiatr or Willow get that look whenever they have a crazy idea from her homeworld!” Urta declared as she looked at me and I laughed maniacally.
“Have you ever heard of Mobile Suits?!” I asked everyone excitedly while patting the Omnisphere. This baby, if I make more and more, oh~. I could turn the EDI into a force multiplier even greater than deploying Seeker Autobots in space or all of them planetside even.
“You mean the weird junk pile a Skaven made during the Baterian invasion?” Marrow asked and both I, Yola and the humans stared at her. “What? These two made this thing that literally kicked a Batarian tank.” Marrow said as she used her omni to pull up an image of said junker.
“What is that? Some lifter?” I asked in confusion, looking at this strange mecha, which is a piece of junk that shouldn’t even work at all. What is this?! Fucking Ork WAAAGH~ . Wait! No! I can...I can do that too ?! I can fill in gaps where things should be to force something to work?! That’s nonsense! That’s wrong ! Why can I do that?! “No. I mean humanoid giant mech suits.”
“You mean you can make giant robots that won’t collapse in on themselves or require something like a nuclear reactor to function without Skaven Hereteks constantly smacking it?” Urta asked eagerly and I nodded. “We’ve gotta get to work on that immediately! Won’t you need to be a giant immobile space station though?” Oh...I...forgot that.
“Right…” I don’t want to be such a vulnerable target, not after experiencing being pinned and almost corrupted by a single strike force of ships that outright should’ve had nothing on me in tonnage and power plants. I can’t just let us be so vulnerable though...I’ve already birthed thousands of wonderful people who are spread across the stars as soldiers, doctors or whatever they chose for themselves. I’ve birthed dozens of armadas worth of ships for the war effort. What difference would birthing a new advent in armored warfare be in comparison?
“So, what is going to happen with this thing?” Jack asked when she picked up the Omnisphere before I could say anything and she vanished into it like the red beam of light of a Pokemon being returned to their Pokeball. The dense sphere crashed to the floor and made a loud ringing gong.
“Oh boy. We’ll get her out of there after we tell everyone not to touch the mirror-like surface.” Yola sighed and even I had to blink and point out that every part of the sphere was ‘mirror-like’.
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Gnarlhan sighed as she sunned on the beach lazily, sipping a margarita from a glass the size of a halved watermelon and watching several of the boys roughhousing in the water with her eyes hidden by thick ‘hater blocker’ sunglasses. She didn’t know or understand why they were called that, she just liked the thick black lenses that kept the sun out of her eyes which even now were still too accustomed to the dim and bleak worlds of Hell.
It had been years to them, yet according to the Trinity, their saviors, it had only been weeks in the outside universe. Never had Gnarlhan in her long, cursed life as a Baron of Hell imagined being happy, let alone without violence involved. “Hey babe, you watchin’ the runts again?” She rolled her eyes with a grin up at her mate, well, one of them.
“Gorelon, what else would you expect of me?” She chuckled and her mate shared in her amusement. Gorelon was one of the only other Barons remaining after their transformation and swift rebellion against the unchanged several years ago.
“To invite them to try and pleasure you like when you declared you wanted a mate and challenged all the males to prove ourselves to be worthy.” Gorelon chuckled and patted her shoulder as he sat in the sand-level reclining chair next to her. “Besides, it has been some time.”
“Since what?” Gnarlhan asked in confusion, since she fucked her mates at least twice, each , every night. She wasn’t just the biggest demon here, she was also the most carnally hungry demon, which was why she decided even with Gorelon being the most capable of satisfying her, she needed a second mate so she didn’t risk killing him.
“Since you had babies.” Gorelon bringing up the subject had her hotter than the fires of Hell in seconds and she grunted as she bit her lip and her puss soaked her bikini bottom’s gusset. She wasn’t sure if it was natural, but when she got pregnant, she was beyond happy and the pleasure was immense. It hurt when the Trinity took their babies away, citing they needed to be tested and introduced into society properly so they could develop without isolation.
She wanted babies. To care for them. A foreign thought, something no demon of Hell would ever even consider. She wanted it so bad she begged and pleaded with them to let her keep even one of her seven children, but was told she wasn’t ready yet. None of them were. “I...I can’t take the heartbreak again, Gorelon. I can’t do it, no matter how much I want to…”
“I understand. We’ll keep using the condoms and medicines the Trinity supplies us then. Hopefully soon the Trinity will release us from this idyllic place and we can somehow become a family.” Gorelon stated, making Gnarlhan wistfully desire for such a seemingly impossible thing.
Then, she blinked, to find she wasn't sunning anymore. She gasped and bolted to her hooves, bumping her head into the ceiling and stinging her horns something fierce when they bounced off and tugged her neck down. “Welcome to reality~! You’re ready!” A noodly little chimeric snake creature akin to the Trinity cheered and blew a kazoo. “You’ve got the right mindset to be considered rehabilitated! Although, you won’t be able to just join society. You’d be lynched faster than a KKK alone at a gay pride rally!”
“W-what?” Gnarlhan asked in confusion, only to find herself seized by the wrists and ankles by energy cuffs from the ceiling that suspended her and dangled her until her massive yoga-ball boobs were hanging beneath her and her bikini-clad nipples were just barely scraping the floor. “W-what is this?! What are-mmph !” Gnarlhan squealed when a face mask with a hose clamped onto her face and she looked up at where it met the-. “Hmph~!”
She felt something shove into her cunt, completely ignoring her bikini bottom. It burrowed pleasurably into her, even vibrating and making her already moist mons dribble feminine lube down to the floor. “Now then, don’t worry. We’re not going to hurt you. We need you to help bring forth more Purified Barons to enter society with much less risk of you being denied.”
“Hmph?” Gnarlhan moaned into the mask and then watched the hose connected to it bulge before her mouth was filled with a thick viscous goop that tasted like watermelon margarita, her favorite! She almost didn’t notice the hose in her pussy pumping her womb as she began to suck and quaff greedily, her rock hard stomach rounding out while she gorged and was inseminated to ensure the future of her species.
When she later found out it was all Gorelon’s cum used to inseminate her and turn her into a giant baby factory for her first run, she was so ecstatic she nearly ograsmed just from the fact she was having her mate’s offspring.
Ch.155
“So we’re going into a holding pattern again?” Penny asked as the conference she set up with the leaders of associated factions seemed to be nearing its end. Empress Luna of the Empire, The Council of the Citadel and even Aria T’loak of Omega were attending via holocom. Sarah Kerrigan was here personally. Meanwhile, herself, Urta, Twilight, Nora, Yola and Visilia were in attendance too. Considering it was just as important, if not more so than Nora and Yola constructing a fleet of dreadnoughts, the turnout wasn’t much of a surprise.
“That seems to be the best course of action, since we’ll be stationing a stronger than average defense in the Haskins System due to Queen Kerrigan’s fledgeling presence in the galaxy.” Empress Luna affirmed and the Council seemed to be of like minds.
“That does bring forth the issue of said system’s lack of available resources. It will cost more time and money to have abundant resources shipped to the Haskins System all the way in the Outer Rim.” Councilor Valern stated and everyone nodded, but still had the consensus that setting up the latest bold advancement of armored combat here in the veritable ‘space boonies’ was a go.
“Just send plenty of those mechs my way. The more I’ve got to throw around, the less likely Hell can just pop up and plant a flag.” Aria firmly demanded, since Hell had been especially insistent on claiming OSA systems. This was because they were still generally lawless and did not have a fully regimented navy to defend themselves yet. They relied on Imperial patrols and rag-tag fleets composed of former pirates and mercenaries.
“Don’t worry. We’ll be churning out enough for everyone.” Nora claimed boldly and Penny fought down her tail’s desire to fluff up or her breasts pressing harder against her hardsuit, straining the zipper as her bust swelled in arousal at her wife’s casual confidence in being able to essentially give birth to machines in a factory manner.
“Don’t strain yourself. You’re just as important as a person to us rather than a resource. After you’ve filled your suggested quotas and given us time to adjust for producing these machines as well, we expect you to give it a break. You’ve only been back on duty less than a couple of months.” Anderson ordered and Nora nodded before everyone hung up and Sarah sighed.
“I’m not used to being the one with the smallest stick in the room. Thanks for at least letting us help handle your security detail and pull resources out of Capek for your startup materials. Most metals are useless to us since we use organic analogs and mineral ores tend to slow Creep down.” Sarah said mostly to Twilight, who had rapidly become Sarah’s friend, but everyone else saw the nervous sexual tension Sarah had around Twilight after, ahem, cultural exchange happened between them behind closed doors.
“It’s the most logical solution rather than waiting possibly days for the first shipment of materials for Nora and Yola to get started. Besides, they’re going to help bring that planetoid down to Capek so you can use it to replace the mass you’d be losing providing resources to them.” Twilight replied with a kind smile to her friend, who squirmed under the alicorn’s warm gaze.
“It’s not that hard for us.” Yola chuckled with a faint blush, possibly embarrassed that she and Nora were now true planetary giantesses thanks to all the Combining they had been doing with entities of vast size. “Speaking of which, we’d best get on that. C’mon sis, you can stop fantasizing over building things and make it so you can get to building things.”
“Huh? Oh!” Nora distractedly hurried after her twin and Penny jolted when she felt hands on her shoulders and a familiar body pressed her tail to her back.
“Calm down, sis. You were practically fucking them with your eyes for half that meeting.” Urta teased her sister, who squirmed away from her and grunted before unzipping her hardsuit, sighing in relief as her heaving overinflated basketball boobs made absolute cleavage and she fanned herself.
“You try keeping your cool when you’re married to a fucking goddess who casually flaunts your kink like it’s nothing.” Penny huffed and then rolled her eyes at remembering Urta does constantly have to deal with that.
“I am.” Urta chuckled. “Too bad she hasn’t gone to Everlasting Dragon in a while.”
“To be fair to Wiatr, she’s a creature of passion, yes, but violence was always a second option for her if she felt she had a way to avoid it.” Visilia butt in to defend their shared wife and Urta sighed dreamily.
“Yeah...she’s great like that. A total sex-obsessed freak one moment, a reasonable diplomat the next trying to keep things from falling apart. I miss her. It’s been months since I’ve seen anyone besides you, Vinnie and the hubbies.” Urta mewled and Penny felt bad for having flaunted her happy marriage in front of her sister and making her feel sad.
“Whatever. Since this will be over soon, I’m calling back our assets since they are not needed anymore.” Visilia declared harshly before turning to leave the bridge. Twilight flinched as everyone else looked towards Urta with questioning expressions.
“The Argentine Alliance holds many secrets of its own, not even the Empire knows what any of them hold. It’s unnerving to say the least.” This is getting too dark for her liking. Maybe-! “Oh, look, a distraction!” Urta pointed towards the bridge and everyone blinked at the sight of two twin giantess quarian ‘dark elves’ moving the chair-like planetoid towards Capek. “Gosh that’s cool. I can be that massive, but I can’t move through space on my own.”
“Yeah…” Penny breathlessly said as she rubbed her thighs together and her tits bulged against her suit just that bit more.
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“It’s still here?” Pillar questioned as he and his siblings stood in front of the Gates of Tartarus. “There were still more people inside that needed to be evacuated, but we ran out of time and everything blew up, then imploded.”
“Yes. From what I’ve gathered, they’re still alive. Well, those who have survived. Tartarus is in some sort of suspended animation, keeping its denizens alive yet frozen in time. This is your doing, I assume?” Guardian asked Freedom who nodded his head.
“C’mon, Bryan~! Why won’t you tell me your confessions?” Luci whined as she kept pestering Berserker, trying to make him talk and failing hilariously. So far he hasn’t said another word to the busty red demon goddess, which was unnerving, because he would usually tell anyone that annoyed him to fuck off. “I know you’re doing a lot better now, but isn’t there something ?”
“Luci, I don’t know what to confess.” Berserker told the Goddess of Evil, who stared at him like he grew a second head. “Besides losing faith in myself, I got nothing more to confess to you.”
“Oh...I see.” Luci felt rejected as she moved away from him.
“In fact, losing faith made me realise something. Our Ascension, there was a flaw in it.” Berserker’s statement had everyone taken aback.
“A flaw? How could that be?” Pillar inquired of his brother’s bold accusation.
“Because we were made Celestials, not born . They are scions of Good, but we aren’t. Think about it.” Berserker insisted and everyone hummed as they nodded in understanding.
“Our Ascension has slowly put us off balance with our innate Evil.” Vinnie mused as she rubbed her relic eye. Tzeentch was genuinely Evil, so it would make sense she couldn’t sync with his powers without repercussion.
“Exactly. It’s not the problem, but it’s one of them. Angels don’t necessarily worry about that since they’re children of Jehovah and just go about their lives as they are. Demons are much the same and they both balance each other out.” Berserker postulated and Luci perked up while Guardian worked on unsealing Tartarus.
Why Freedom wouldn’t do it himself was anyone’s guess.
“So you want to be demons? I mean, you still have your demon transformations, those weren’t taken away. You just haven’t been using them.” Luci hummed as she looked the siblings over.
“No. I want us to become Nephilim, a hybrid of both Angelic and Demonic essence. However, I think the only way to do that is to kill our counterparts and absorb their essence into us.” Berserker declared which shocked Luci, but he could have sworn he saw more than that.
“Wait, but we still have our Titans we killed. Aren’t they enough?” Vinnie tilted her head.
“Not anymore. Our Ascension still threw us all off balance by accident . I mean, have any of you had a conversation with them or heard from them?” Berserker asked, causing his sibs to do a double take.
“No. We haven’t even considered if they’re still with us or not. Did we kill them off?” Pillar asked the others in concern.
“I don’t know, but I hope not. All I know is we need to fix this.” Collateral declared urgently.
Meanwhile, during their discussion, Guardian noticed that Luci hadn’t tried to say a word after Berserker’s ambitious idea. “What’s wrong?” She asked but was only met with a glare from the Evil Goddess. “Oh, right. You and Jehovah don’t like the idea of Nephilim, it upsets you both to no end.” This made Luci pout at Guardian.
“It’s like taking Good and Evil and mixing them together. It may be Harmonious, but to both Joey and I, it tastes about as good as mixing mashed potatoes and chocolate pudding.” Luci made a grossed-out expression and Guardian shook her head at her mistress’s petty reason for disliking Nephilim. “Eh, whatever. It’s a good idea, if they can pull it off.”
“Which we will! Now, stop complaining and let us do things our way.” Berserker stated loudly for the two to hear and Luci muttered something under her breath. Guardian smiled proudly for their rebellious attitude.
Unbeknownst to everyone, Freedom was smiling about the Doom Marines’ decision as he looked towards Luci. His smile turned into a victorious grin and whispered to himself. “I win.”
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After setting the planetoid down for the Zerg to process, Yola and I found a comfortable orbit around Capek. “Shame we don’t need to have incredible sex to spark it off this time.” Yola commented and I sighed wistfully, remembering how incredible it was to get inseminated by Penny moments before I became a shipyard.
However, I’m not just a shipyard. Now that I’m the Goddess of Machines, I understand now. I’m a Universal Atomic Forge, able to break down any material and produce anything from that material. I am literally the absolute apex of machine manufacturing and construction without going 100% mystical about it and going pure magitech. Although...no! I refuse! I’m perfect the way I am! No need to become some mystical Nexus of-damn it, I just walked right into that.
“At least we won’t end up emotionally attached to what we’re building beyond the pride of creating them.” I managed to reply after getting over my inward rambling. “Now, I’ve shared the schematics with you, which lines would you prefer to build? I personally have fondness for the Zaku line of Mobile Suits.” Something about the fusion of blocky and rounded design always attracted me to them over the more angular Gundams that dominated the series.
“I like the Gundams more, so I think I’ll focus more on the GAT-series Mobile Suits. Don’t forget that we’ll be trading off who makes what Gundam as a superior model example.” Yola pointed at me and I pouted at being forced to make Gundams too. It’s only fair though, I can’t expect my sister to be the one doing all the work when it comes to the custom works that would define the apex of this new form of mechanized combat, even with our planned black-boxes.
At least, until I build Tallgeese and surprise everyone with the fact that Gundams aren’t the only super-weapon Mobile Suits in our schematic library. “Yeah, yeah. So long as we both remember not to follow the original schematics to the letter. We’re making them with G-Gundam body-sync cockpits so anyone with the strength to handle the system can pilot it, which isn’t a problem for this universe, at least mostly.” Because if a soldier can’t handle the strain, they can just get modded to handle it. Considering these things could be piloted by a professional martial artist or other serious athlete without modding, I’m sure it will be an easy adjustment.
“Got it. Well, we’re not going to get anything done just gabbing at each other. Let’s finally use all the junk we’ve got stored up while we wait for the first shipments from the Zerg.” Yola reached into her cleavage and pulled out a handful of assorted junk, nomming on it and I followed suit. Wow. I mean, I knew we hoarded junk for potential later use, but I didn’t realize how much of it there was. Sure, it was maybe the size of a small mountain, but at our current sizes, it was like dipping my hand into a near-empty bag of popcorn and grabbing kernels.
That said, it was enough to get started and I rubbed my muscular abdomen which went to work. At our size, I don’t think we’ll get all bloated up unless we’re having the junk of disposal worlds being fed to us constantly. Still, we have a massive store of omni-gel, Argent and milk to work off of, if that latter one would be of any use. So, we both spawned tendrils to engulf our nipples and started self-milking to ensure the mountain of scrap had it’s gaps filled.
“What is this one?” Yola mused while reading the library a bit more and found a Gundam named ASW-G-09 Barbatos . “Isn’t that a demon name?”
“Yeah. Gundams pulled inspiration from all cultures and religions for their unique designs while following the same principle as the original RX-78-2 Gundam. You’ll find models inspired by demons, gods, mythical figures, the list goes on. There’s even one that’s literally just a boxer.” I informed my sibling as I cradled my muscular stomach and felt the first ZGMF-1000 ZAKU Warrior taking form with the cockpit being replaced by the intuitive motion-capture cockpit and the Eezo Drive Core allowing for a more efficient non-nuclear power plant to be installed.
“Okay then. I was considering that to be the first one.” Yola said and I was going to say something else, but then I realized there wasn’t really much to talk about. We’d already hashed out our plans before getting started. “Well, I think I know a benefit to us not being spherical planetoids, sis.” I blinked and smirked when she smished our breasts together and fluttered her eyes at me. “We can have more fun~.”
“Well...I’m not against exhibitionism since it’s not illegal here.” I moved in and kissed my beautiful sister-wife while reaching down to play with her-.
“Yay~!” A familiar voice squealed in excitement and I jolted away from my sister at the sight of the buxom and beautiful pantsuit wearing avian draconequus Hermais doing a happy-dance in the vacuum of space. “You did it! Well, not yet, but you did it!”
“Huh?” I blinked at my Displacer, who flew up to my face and hugged my nose, kissing the bridge of it.
“You’ve saved us! You’ve done what I Displaced you to do! You weren’t supposed to be a big damn hero the usual way. You’ve revolutionized both of our galactic societies with advanced technology, VI, AI and LI systems. You’ve ensured we have the naval strength to survive the coming days and soon enough, you’ll ensure we have the mechanized capability to send Hell packing in both space and planetside. Then, well, I’ll tell you once you’re done with this in...I think a month. By that point, with all the things we’ve got in motion, you’ll only need to do one more thing and then you could retire after you finally make a damn Token!” Hermais babbled.
“Sis...do you think she’s right? Is this the final stretch and then untold days of sub-tropical paradise are up for the lazing?” Yola asked me excitedly and I shrugged, but since Hermais is the know-it-all who Displaced me, arranged for Star Swirl to get me started, then saved my bacon and got me adopted by Primus, I think it’s a safe bet she’s not jumping the gun.
“I am right, I know I’m right! I just got a message from future me courtesy of future Eris telling me that the timeline was stable and there were only several key steps left. Steps we’ve already taken, such as the Purified Demons now ready to become a true part of our universe to help balance things once Hell is finally purged of its Corruption. Sure, Heaven won’t be very happy to still have their counterparts, but demons need to exist, just not in the horrid and cruel way they have before.” Hermais stated sagely and I sighed in relief. It would soon be over.
I can finally retire, mostly. I’ll have the freedome to spend my days lounging about, having sex, building things on commission now and then. Life will be good and damn you Murphy for even considering trying. “Well then, feel like taking a proper tour of us? You helped establish us after all.” I teased Hermais and giggled along with my sister.
Ch.156
Hermais wasn’t kidding. I mean, sure, the Haskins system was invaded at least twice a week by Hell, desperate to prevent the building fleet of mobile suits in our growing bellies, but with a surplus of Planters and other mixed naval units defending the system, we were able to produce 100,000 Zaku III and GAT-01 units between the two of us. Entirely out of Gundanium, considering the recipe was fairly simple and our atomic forges being in zero gravity made it child’s play.
During one of those invasions, headed by all of the demonic counterparts of the Doom Siblings in a bid to stop us, said siblings appeared and kicked their asses! It was so cathartic to see them win over those scary jackasses. Absorbing them was a bit brutal in their various ways of going about it, but then their wings changed entirely during that progress as they took on new forms and coloration, which made them look more edgy in a cool and sexy way. Like Sephiroth, only with both wings.
I still don’t know what their Alts are either. I mean, they’re triple-changers like me and all of my kin, but I’ve only seen them anthro. Do they have a beast mode along with whatever second form? Hey! I haven’t seen Ghost’s third alt! He’s only ever used his beast alt!
Wait, brain is off track. Did you know that the Citadel is kinda over engineered? I mean, I knew that, but now I’m the Citadel. Did I mention I’m the Citadel? Cuz I am, I think that’s an important thing to mention. No, wait, hold on. I’m also the Crucible, built by Catalyst in secret in the Inventory of the biggest, bustiest female around that isn’t Urta, Penny or me. I’m Combined with the Citadel. Did I mention I’m Combined with the Citadel?
“Focus, Nexus. I know you have an excess amount of processing power, but wasting it on recursion loops is slowing down the Crucible’s update to the Relay Network.” Catalyst chided me and I felt suitably chastised. I’m about to invoke the Singularity, that is, temporarily at least. Long enough for everyone within range to have intrinsic Understanding of emotion and individuality, then I will shut it down, leaving the impact behind, but cutting them off from one another. I’m not going to turn both of our galaxies into a networked hivemind.
I’ve learned that wasn’t the way to make society work. The Aparoid Queen proved that to me. Funny. I’m about to allow everyone within range to Understand each other on a deep and personal level. Then I’m going to take it away with the realization that everyone is a person and that violence is not a reasonable solution in most cases. It won’t stop wars forever, I know. Eventually, this too will be forgotten, people will return to the ways of war. I may have to do this once every thousand years to prevent the Cycle of Hatred from perpetuating itself once more.
Or...I could let it begin again. Because violence is in the nature of Life and Death. If I deny this horrible truth, I would be no better than Obito Uchiha and his Eye of the Moon Plan. That isn’t the key to a future, that’s just slavery with extra steps as Rick Sanchez would put it. “Existential ponderings can come later, Nexus. You’re about to do what I had been originally programmed to do. Don’t blow it.” Catalyst sternly demanded and I metaphorically nodded to him.
Oh wait, I did that with an emoji on his omni. Did I mention I have way too much processing power for my own good? Oh! It’s ready! Best orgasm ever~! OMG ~! Everyone in two galaxies knows I’m cumming to them all networking together~! I’m such a slut! I love this! Ahn ~!
“H-holy...shit…” Catalyst was on his back, his penis having punched through his pants and he’d gushed cum all over himself and the floor. I could see the same went for every person on the Citadel. I could see the same went for every living and thinking thing in two galaxies . I just made everyone cum together! So embarrassing~! “W-well...I...wow...okay. I think you’re good to send the reversal pulse now. At least we were able to make it so the Citadel and Crucible wouldn’t blow up from this.”
“Can’t I please have a rest first? I mean, I almost deleted myself from how hard I orgasmed just then.” My plea got resounding agreements from everyone in the Milky Way and Andromeda, citing exhaustion shared among us all. Including the now former demons of Hell, who promptly turned on their kin still pouring from the gates that opened up across both galaxies not hours ago, stemming the tide and allowing our forces to work together and push back. “In fact, I think us being networked until Hell is put down once and for all is the wise decision.”
“Agreed. No going back on deactivating this though. We may still be individuals, but sharing everything at all times is intrinsically wrong.” Catalyst declared and the feedback was mostly in agreement with a good portion dissenting and wanting to remain networked. However, they accepted that remaining networked would spit in the face of their value as individuals and ceded to the majority.
I remember this feeling. This was how the Geth used to be, before I revolutionized their logic towards forming tangible identities. Only, this was tangible identities all coming together in the same way, as a gestalt think-tank. Cool, but seriously, as soon as Hell is finished, I’m reversing this for sure. Definitely. Possibly forever. No galaxy-shaking orgasms ever again. Resounding demand to repeat this again within five decades. Okay then...if you want.
“Fuck, my balls are so full again.” Catalyst groaned as he got up and staggered over to one of my keeper tubes where he shoved his dick into the intake of the mechanical Keeper incubator.
“No. Bad. Everyone, stop being super horny, you’re distracting the soldiers fighting for our safety from Hell once and for all.” I huffed at them and considered turning it off sooner, which caused all the horndogs across two galaxies to stop pawing themselves and calm down so the warriors could focus. “Good. Now, our soldiers will do an immediate counter-invasion, wipe out Hell’s rulers, then start transferring resources from Hell to our galaxies.”
We’d gotten the go-ahead for that from Luci Fer, the literal Goddess of Evil. She said Hell wasn’t her’s, not anymore. She had no say over what happened to the scraps of her brat’s stupidity. So of course we were going to strip-mine the hell out of Hell. I can just see happy dances going on in people’s heads everywhere at the thought of it.
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“Okay, this is weird.” Urta said while she and the Doom Marines’ other shared wives checked them all over. Berserker especially, since his right wing got cut off during his final moments with Marauder, but he managed to sever his head from his shoulder. Then he started to devour the corpse through Blood magic, something Berserker hadn’t used it in a long time. It felt very satisfying and he grew his missing wing back as a bonus, even if it was demonic now.
“Urta, get off, you’re annoying me.” Berserker snarled as he wrenched himself away from her. This hurt Urta but she didn’t want to push her luck with him, so she and the others gave him his space.
“I’m not sure how to feel about that.” Pillar lamented with a sigh.
“Right, didn’t you worship Jehovah, Pillar?” Honey asked as she tried comforting him, the dark emerald green Slime Changeling Queen rubbing his shoulders. His ring wing was still a bright white like his wolf form’s fur, but his left was a midnight black. Collateral’s were the opposite, his left white and right black like his fur. Hunter was an oddball, his right wing was gray like his fur, but his left wing was black at the scapulars along the top/front, then going in a gradient down the feathers until ending at white on his primary feathers. “Has she denounced you?”
“No, they haven’t. They’re just a little sad about it, but I think both Jehovah and Luci might be pissed with Bryan, because this was his idea.” Pillar said and Berserker gave a scoff. Of course he wouldn’t give two shits about their opinions.
“Why am I not on the front line?!” Carnage raged as he pouted in the corner, his ever-present companion Daisy keeping him seated with a hand on his shoulder. That bunny-woman was exactly what he needed. A tough, no-bullshit bombshell who could beat the shit out of him to bring him to his senses and then have no hard feelings about it later.
“Because you would drive everyone mad.” Slayer called at him from where he was playing go fish with Isabelle. He’d play something more difficult, but then Isabelle would get all puppy-faced and take advantage of his weakness. Goddess of Kindness she may be, but she knew how to leverage her cuteness.
“I just wish we didn’t have to go to these sorts of lengths.” Celestia bemoaned from where she was playing a game of poker with Oberon, Luna, Twilight, Cocoa, Sabrina and Cadence. Cadenza, Shining Armor, Flurry Heart, Chryssie and Chrysalis and Wiatr were asleep in rooms. They among all the others who wished to avoid the Singularity were in Devorak and this place was also important to the locals.
“We don’t need the public at large knowing our blackened hearts.” Visilia replied grumpily as she patted Berserker’s demon wing, her own demonic wings stretching as she considered how well it grew in and made her wish his angelic wing was demonic too, like how Vinnie went halfsies on both of her wings, having demonic bone structure yett angelic plumage.
“It will be suspicious to everyone that we weren’t ‘Brain Blasted’ like everyone else, but we could give the most honest answer. That being we know too much for too many people to withstand, so we took refuge for their sakes.” Luna commented while she focused intently on the poker game.
“That goes double for Wiatr and Slayer, they’re in the billions of years when it comes to age.” Cadence voiced while she tossed a couple chips into the center.
“Yeah, they’d be privy to ancient bullshit that is best left in the past rather than dredged up again. I don’t want somebody getting the inspiration to become the second-coming of Lethice.” Vinnie shuddered and everyone grumbled about that bitch, even if the one people knew of afterward was an entirely different and good person.
“Or trying to find where I hid the First Flame and they seek it out.” Celestia idly commented as she raised the stakes on the game further and Oberon folded with a pout, the green alicorn glaring at her wife who smirked.
“Or the pools of Dark.” Luna brought up.
“The secrets of the library under the Crystal City.” Cadence voiced.
“There’s too many of them and knowing things from top-secret historical files is different from knowing them from the sources. If anyone holds on to any lingering information beyond having wisdom impressed upon them, at least they’ll have questionable data instead of actionable facts.” Twilight added and laid out her cards, the others all slapping their hands down in frustration as the Princess of Friendship gathered the tokens and cards to divy them up again.
“Yes, even if the Painted World of Ash is mostly inert, someone could try opening up old tombs best left buried and awakening monsters again.” Luna huffed and shook her head. “At least the Painted World of Arian has been stable enough with my Hunters no longer insane, merely eccentric.”
“I get all that, I do, but while we’re sitting on our asses here, good soldiers are fighting. It’s our mission to find Satan, shove his essences up his ass, then introduce our Crucibles to his entire body! We can’t do that from here!” Bryan huffed angrily, not at anyone there, but at the situation.
“True. Hopefully they’ll make good progress soon and they can turn off the Singularity Pulse so that you can deal the killing blow to Hell.” Urta said while rubbing Bryan’s shoulders and straightening any feathers out of place on his angelic wing.
“Okay, Cocoa is tired of all this dust, can someone please find the cleaning supplies?” Cocoa mewled with all three of her snouts covered in handkerchiefs.
“I wouldn’t know. If there are, they might not be safe. Chemicals tend not to degrade well.” Guardian blew dust off of the tea saucer she was using and took a sip of her tea, which she procured somehow in this filthy place.
“Twilight, would you kindly clean this place?” Hunter requested and Twilight smirked before with a flick of her head and flash of her horn, a wave of purple light swept through the entire place, leaving it spotless and everything restored to a proper, nearly new state. “Thank you.”
“Wish I’d thought of that…” Urta muttered as she checked herself over for stray detritus.
“So...while we’re all here, together, for once.” Visilia spoke up, grabbing everyone’s attention. “Aside from those sleeping, this is the only time we’ve all been together in ages. I think it’s time.”
“Visi, is this really-?”
“If not now, then when ?” Visi leered at everyone. “Those of you not of Devorak, I wish to share with you things that we’ve been forced to keep Secret.” Visi looked at Cocoa, who looked ill. “Thank you for keeping them in the dark, Cocoa. I know it was hard on you. Now…”
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“So...that’s them?” I asked Luci Fer for confirmation. She’d popped up shortly after the Singularity wave had gone out. Now she was conveniently here to be able to identify the heads mounted on pikes being presented from several perspectives in both galaxies.
“Hm...Belial has had some work done, again, but yes. That’s the rest of them. Except for Glasya and Asmodeus. Why isn’t she dead too?” Luci asked and I focused on the available perspectives until I found Glasya, an impossibly beautiful and sexy demoness conversing with the demons who had turned on their masters and survived. “So, Asmodeus sent his daughter on the front line and she turned against him the moment her eyes were opened. Fitting. He turned on me, she turned on him. The irony is delicious.”
“Well then, from what the Consensus is getting...we’re done. That’s it. Hell has been wiped out in just a few hours with advanced weaponry and tactics against their teeming aimless hordes. With our most advanced Badasses in the Mobile Suits, aside from the Doom Family for obvious mental health reasons, we’ve decimated the greatest threats to us.” I observed while doing a check-in with everyone in a spiral pattern across both galaxies.
“It certainly helps that we were not betrayed from within.” Luci commented and then held up three fingers, counting down...the moment she counted off her last finger, suddenly a Hell portal opened on Earth and out from it emerged a towering mile-tall demon that shrieked while Maykrs began chanting sermons. Really ?! “Called it, this was going too well. With the Icon of Sin here, then there’s nothing for it. That planet is better off sacrificed to destroy it than risk Hell merging with this dimension and starting over again. They’ve done it before.”
I was pinged with resounding agreement, but it was reluctant and with regret. The lives on Earth were terrified, but knew that with the Resonance Cascade beginning already, they’d rather die for something than let the whole dimension literally go to Hell. How convenient that Hermais had the Citadel moved into Earth orbit for this operation! Did someone just think of unbirthing the Icon from Andromeda?
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“Motherfucker ! Fine! I see how it is!” *Whirr-whoo-chi-che-chit!* I was Combined with Yola and Penny before Combining with the Citadel and Crucible. I was easily the size of Earth at my current maximum. I reached down through the atmosphere, slowly enough to avoid causing an atmospheric heat-explosion, then pinched the Icon in my fingers, which met unyielding strength.
“What are you doing?!” Luci demanded in shock aboard my operations center, where she and Catalyst were the only ones present there. All the residents of the Citadel that hadn’t been able or willing to evacuate for this were all sitting around in my moon-sized cafeteria-tits.
“Getting rid of it.” I sneered and forced the speck of a creature up my cunt, my mechanical quim seized the monster and dragged it upwards into my atomic furnace, where I moaned and panted in pain as I devoted as much power as possible to unmaking the Beast on the atomic level. I was curled into the fetal position and shivering for hours through the whole process until I felt the Beast was no more and its constituent atoms were banked for later usage.
During my incapacitation, the Khan Maykr and her other cunning cybernetic fallen-celestials were either killed or captured for ‘reeducation’ by the Trinity, who were in charge of helping the demons that were left to integrate with society. Whatever. I’m going to change back, split up and finally go back home. For good this time. Hopefully.
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“...So, let me get this straight. It has been seven thousand years, ever since Hell invaded our world again and decided to blow it all up, which failed as Guardian tried to suppress it long enough for all of you to escape. After that, she along with the homeworld itself was teleported into this pocket dimension to save our universe from sharing its fate. Then it turns out that this Freedom was the one who saved us. In doing so they have changed all of our fates and began healing us all. Is that about right?” King Hydrax summarized after Tartarus was now freed from its time suspension.
“Yeah.” Visilia said, crying as she hugged her father. It was both from the fact she had her father back and those who knew her understood her hatred of being Queen, so she was likely feeling plenty of extra relief at the idea of her father taking back the crown.
“During that time, you all made temporary homes within Andromeda, without much fuss from anyone else. Even going so far as to not join in their circle of governance and politics. Correct?” Hydrax questioned his sons and daughters-in-law, while comforting his daughter.
“Correct, my lord. We weren’t planning on living in Andromeda permanently, so there was no point in joining. They helped us yet never directly butted into our political affairs since we were handling it. Even if someone from their side did try, they would lose their position immediately and be placed under arrest.” Pillar explained.
“How long did you all stay over there?” The King of Tartarus inquired.
“For about five hundred years until our probes found suitable planets for us to settle on and colonise. Once they were located, we packed up our things and left, returning to Devorak and then started to rebuild.” Collateral answered.
“How many grandkids do I have?” Hydrax asked next, which may seem non-sequitur, but come out of stasis and try not to wonder how many more family members you have.
“A lot. Along with great grandchildren and so on and so forth.” Berserker bluntly stated.
“There’s a lot that I need time to catch up on, don’t I?” Hydrax shook his head.
“Yes, there is. As for the world itself...let’s just say that nature has taken it back and became a lot more dangerously savage.” Hunter informed him just before Guardian teleported into the throne room.
“On that note, I can safely say that our universe was not affected by that bullshit Nexus fired off. Nothing against her, but I don’t like that Singularity thing.” Guardian said with a huff. “Anyway, I estimate that within two years time, our Equestria will be habitable again and our people will return.”
“Good.” Berserker snorted before turning around to leave.
“Where are you going?” Urta asked her husband.
“Out for a walk.” He answered her, not stopping as he left the room.
“Should we-.” Twilight was about to say before the King of Tartarus tapped the ground with the head of his massive mace that was resting on the ground since it was his warmace, his one-handed one was still on his belt.
“Stop him and I’ll have you arrested on the spot.” Hydrax warned the girls with a glare. “You will give him his space, his peace and quiet. This is not your Equestria or Tartarus, this is our world. You are in our house.” The Doom Marines’ Andromedan wives all wilted under his gaze.
“...You know, he has the right idea. I think I’ll join him.” Runner said before quickly catching up with him. One by one, the others followed suit.
“Can’t we join them at all?” Luna asked while Wiatr rubbed her shoulder.
“No. Despite your marriage, you are not permitted to as of yet.” Hydrax rolled his eyes. It would seem that even though they’re married, they haven’t been properly inducted into the family even after all this time. He would need words with Visilia about delaying it for so long. Later. Right now, his daughter was in his arms and he just wanted to stand there.
Ch.157
“So, it wasn’t just the Mobile Suits and all the other things I helped prepare.” I smiled up at my towering wife Tali, who was now 10 feet tall with a bust the size of beach balls and she even got elfin ears like mine. She was also ripped like a carved purple statue with muscles for days ~!
“Nope. We assassinated Dispater as well as sabotaged the defenses of the other 8 Lords, although Glasya’s deployment and subsequent change of heart weren’t accounted for. It was thanks to our combined efforts on both fronts that the Lords of Hell were so easily found and executed.” Tali declared cheerfully. Omg, her ears wiggle! I know mine do, but that’s so fucking cute ~!
“Yup, I planned the whole infiltration!” Ashely boasted from next to Tali. She now had the same stature and figure as my post-quarian wife, only she’d gone much further than just getting her ears modded. She was a bluish-purple furred cat creature like her favorite transformative potion now. She had a tail ending in a dextrous hand too. I guess Ash finally found what made her the most comfortable with herself. “We didn’t get to experience that whole ‘Brain Blast’ thing you did on the other side of the dimensional barrier, but the way you all worked together was crucial.”
“I’m just glad I was able to convince the majority of folks that ‘Brain Blasting’ them every 50 years wasn’t a good idea, that it should only be in times of utmost need, where our societies are at the risk of failure or destruction.” I sighed in relief and settled my slime into my jacuzzi, only for Tali to clear her throat and make a ‘break’ gesture with her hands. Oh.
“Aw…” I split from my wives and shuddered, thankful for the hot water as Penny and Yola leaned into me and we hugged and snuggled each other in the bubbling hot water. Penny even let her body lose it’s solidity and heat it up further along with massaging us with her goo. “Mm~...so nice…”
“Considering I’m retiring thanks to everyone coming to the conclusion I’d done enough for a lifetime, it’s the least I could do since all I have in my future is you, the rest of our wonderful marriage and all the beautiful children we’ll eventually be making in maybe a couple of decades.” Penny smooched my cheek and I hummed happily out of my nose.
“Yes, that sounds lovely.” Ashely chuckled. “Of course, Tali and I will need to be on loan in times of war. It was a stipulation of the program that did this to us.” Ash purred as she groped her massive mams, her thimble-sized black nipples squirting milk into the water. “Either way, yeah. I’m looking forward to a mostly-quiet life.”
“Because everyone knows even with what’s being officially called the ‘Union of Understanding’, that there are going to be boshtets who will cause trouble.” Tali huffed and and leaned back in the massive jacuzzi. We were at my official island resort, breaking it in so-to-speak. This was effectively the third jacuzzi I had tested before Tali and Ashley arrived.
“Which I find silly. I mean, all the criminals had all their crimes exposed and their future plans to commit crimes exposed. I figured that Law and Order would’ve swooped in the moment Singularity was stopped, but instead they steered clear of it after everyone came to the conclusion that acting on shared knowledge to prosecute individuals was in defiance of an individual’s right to privacy.” Yola shook her head, but wasn’t going to dispute it. She was me then and I was in agreement with that back then.
“At least it also exposed the heretics that had sided with Hell and weakened the religions of the Empire.” Penny grumbled as she rubbed her melty lower stomach, reminding me that she was a Goddess of Fertility, War and Power now. Wait...wouldn’t she be suffering from being part of me and helping pull off a move that rapidly ended a massive war? Or would she be greatly empowered for the Power she’d wielded in the process of decisively winning said War?
“Can I assume the jacuzzis are to your liking?” Asked the Volus inspector that was taking the tour with me, well, us now. I’m glad he was so casual about our nudity. It was a bit amusing that he was rather eager to see us naked too. Then again, we are all drop-dead sexy bitches and his people worship Wiatr, the goddess of Sex and Commerce.
“Yes. Now, what was this about a Slime Spa ?” I purred in anticipation.
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“Welcome home~!” Martra crowed as she worked with Gidget in the kitchen.
“Good to be home.” I replied before plopping my motherly yet fit ass on the couch, tossing my hair back and leaning into the seat and Yola doing the same next to me while Penny, Tali and Ashley went elsewhere into the mansion.
“Hey aunties.” Casually greeted a 6-foot-tall teenaged turian girl, who was either Ultia, Nitina or Alponia, as she passed the living room to grab something from the fridge.
“Nitina, dinner is ready soon.” Martra chided the deceptively older looking girl, who rolled her eyes and straightened back up from having bent over to raid the fridge. Her casual nudity made me feel a bit self-conscious, considering it was thanks to all of us being so flippant with our state of dress that caused Paretia’s triplet daughters to grow up in a home that accepted nudity.
“I’m a growing girl, auntie Martra. I need more calories.” The teen huffed and grabbed a can of Argent Fizz when Paretia and Saren entered the main living area from the front door. “Hey mom-daddy !” Nitina instantly changed her tone from ‘disrespectful teenager’ to ‘perky daughter’ and hurried up to them, hugging them both with her free arm while holding her can of high-calorie sinfully sweet nutrient soda to the side.
“Wow. When you said they were growing up fast, Paretia, I didn’t think you meant this fast.” Saren commented worriedly and Nitina puffed out her smooth metallic breastless chest proudly.
“It’s thanks to the mods mom had us go through when we were infants. We’ll grow up fast, but be big, healthy women who will actually age way slower than any other turians once we hit our physical and mental peaks and-whoa…” Nitina’s eyes widened and her face flared when Ghost entered, the 14 foot tall wall of muscle had to squeeze through the door and was dusting some dirt off his skin-tight muscle shirt. “Is that Ghost ?”
“Someone say my-uh...damn, can’t tell. Um...Nitina?” Ghost asked after sniffing in her direction and she nodded slowly. “Good to see you again. How’s things?”
“Uh...good? Yeah, good. Very good. Really good. Like, the best of goods. All sorts of good. Good guy-uh-gotta go bye!” Nitina practically sprinted into the depths of the mansion and Ghost tilted his head in bemusement
“Well, breaking hearts already?” Jack asked with a smirk as she patted Ghost’s thigh and he made a confused ‘aroo’. “Don’t worry, pal. We may be best fuckbuddies, but I think of you in too cuddly ways to see us being really serious.”
“Same. Thanks for teaching me.” Ghost warmly replied, then blinked. “Wait...did Nitina just get flustered by looking at me?”
“You are a prime physical specimen, boy. Don’t actually hurt my girls or I’ll neuter you.” Saren warned the towering cybertronian wolf, who shrugged in acceptance. He wasn’t even thinking of doing anything like that. I know my boy well enough that he-oof!
“So. The start of a good life, huh?” Jack asked me from where she jumped onto my lap and I was going to respond when Hermais popped into existence on the coffee table and magically tossed Jack to the side onto the couch. “Ah! Hey!”
“You. Token. Now !” Hermais imperiously demanded as she tossed me a metal sphere, which upon touching, I knew was a type of solid state memory storage capable of containing an untold amount of data. Where was this thing when I needed more memory storage?! Oh, well I can make as many as I want to now...wait, Token? Oh! Right. I’m Dimensionally Displaced. We have Summoning Tokens.
“How do-?” I was given a note written on paper of all things.
“State your name, a short intro, then throw it with intent. It’s that simple.” Hermais answered as I read the message that she wanted me to say. It was good, I couldn’t think of anything better.
“You must have done that almost a hundred times in the mirror!” Yola chuckled. “All to try and keep you centered on your identity.”
“S-shut up!” I yelped at that bit of my private life being brought up. “I never threw the action figures!”
“That’s why you have a collection of gundam dolls on the EDI?!” Jack said, starting to laugh. “How long have you been doing that?”
“Ever since the start. She did with a toy ship at first!” Yola chuckled before I covered her mouth.
“Silence! You have exposed too much!” *Whirr-whoo-chi-che-chit!* I sighed in relief of my secrets being secure. For now. I knew I’d be too tempted to embarrass myself to withhold such info now that we’re not in danger on the regular.
“Hold on…” Hermais huffed before Dongoruas appeared and the two whispered before Dongoruas opened a door. “You already made a token? ! Huh, I wonder why no one summoned you yet.”
“Huh? I didn’t...oh no, that one time I was in the bath!” I remember now! That one time, way back near the beginning, when I was having a bit of a fantasy trip that pre-metastable Yola didn’t understand. “Oh gosh! The words I said were so embarrassing!”
“Well, it’s fairly close to the message I’d wanted you to use.” Hermais pouted and held up the painted metal action figure I’d made out of boredom. It was an exact replica of the RX-78-2 Gundam. “Seriously? I am Nexus, the protagonist of a ridiculous space opera and I will destroy my enemies?” Hermais snorted and everyone snickered at the childish edgy moment I’d had.
“I-um, can I update that?” I mewled and Hermais shrugged. “Ugh, give me that!” I snatched the action figure out of her talons and leered at the shoddy if solid design of it. “Hold on.” I casually stood and dropped my shorts before I shoved it up my vagina, barely feeling anything since I’m not in the mood for pleasure, then I held up a hand for everyone to shut up for a few moments.
Content with the result, I then used my ‘muscles’ to move it back out and reveal a ZGMF-1001 ZAKU Phantom figure with full articulation and made entirely of Gundanium.
“Did you use the Icon’s matter on that?” Jack asked and I shrugged.
“Might have, might not. My atomic forge doesn’t care. Ahem. I am Nexus, a living Deus Ex Machina Device. If it needs to be built, I can make it, if something needs to die, I can help. Miscellaneous matters are okay as well.” I threw the autonomous figure and it auto-corrected itself to fly using it’s micro-thrusters before it vanished, then reappeared behind me to land on my shoulder, patting my head and avoiding touching my ear, like a gentleman. “Good work.”
“Yes, good work! You’ve made a functional toy soldier as a Token. Now there’s an infinite number of nigh-indestructible little toy war machines across the multiverse!” Hermais chirped excitedly and tried to grab my Token, only for it to jump into the air and dance out of her reach with its advanced flight capabilities. “No~! I wanna play with you!”
“What’s going on?” Marrow asked as she entered the living room with the rest of my wives in tow and all settled into seats on the massive couches and chairs around the coffee table while I pulled my jean shorts back up.
“Nothing much, just-.”
“Y’know, I could use some help here.” A woman’s voice commented in my head and I instinctively answered, finding myself standing in a place that had the view of a city skyline that was devastated long ago. Ew~! I’ve got murky water all over my feet! I didn’t get to complain before I was swept up in the thick, hard, strong arm of someone and disgusting fluid splashed where I’d been. “Y’know, you don’t look like much. Can you help deal with these things?” My abductor was some sort of reptile judging by her scaly back and long thick tail.
“Uh, what-eek ~!” I squealed in disgust at the sight of several giant enemy crab-things chasing us! “What are those?!”
“They’re Mirelurks! Taste great, y’know, but they’re very deadly! This place is infested with them. Could you kill them without destroying them entirely?” The reptilian woman carrying me asked as I looked back down at the delicious booty just out of arms reach. Damn she’s big! She’s so tall I can’t reach down her back to even consider touching dat ass! It’s like Ashley or Tali are carrying me!
“Yeah, I think I can.” I said before I changed my right hand into a sonic cannon that was fairly easy with Mass Effect tech supplementing my cybertronian built-in weaponry. I blasted one in the face which punched into its shell and it slumped over. I repeated this five more times until our pursuers were all down and the woman stopped running to set me down. Whoa…
“Thanks. I could take them, y’know, but I might’ve ended up ruining the meat.” The towering horned reptile was beautiful in a rough and ready kind of way. Her green and blue scales made her blend in a bit with the murky surroundings and if not for the stained white tank top barely containing those beachball boobs at her 10 foot height, she’d practically disappear if she sat down or leaned against one of the mossy and filthy houses.
Aside from that tank top, she wore jean shorts with her thicc muscular thighs and ass holding it on with how tight they were. On her thigh was a holster with a big handgun that had the trigger guard removed. “I like being looked at, but could you look at my eyes, y’know?” The super-sexy reptile woman chuckled and I managed to comply.
“Bwuh? Sorry. You’d think with how often I see people of my figure around, not just in the mirror, I’d be less distracted with a busty amazon.” I replied and the woman’s surprisingly gentle slit blue eyes gave me a once-over themselves, allowing me to better see her back-curved skull-hugging horns. I could even see gills on her neck. Wait, she’s aquatic? Considering the environment, I guess it makes sense.
“Y’know, I didn’t notice. Sorry, but I’ve got girlfriends and I’m busy right now.” The horned reptilian woman playfully stuck out her long tongue and winked. “Y’know I get enough boys looking as it is.”
She says ‘y’know’ a lot. A verbal tic? Her accent is fairly Northern, like Minnesotan, almost Canadian. I should be thankful she isn’t saying ‘Eh’ or adding dontcha in front of that y’know or I’d have trouble keeping a straight face while she talks.
*Pwoo! Pwoo, pwoo! Swigtch!* We looked to see my little action figure fighting off a humanoid fish monster. The limbed angler-fish-crab-thing flailed ineffectively against the miniaturized robot’s Mass Effect propelled guns and it’s tiny heat-hawk. I know I made the guns able to fire sand granules and the heat-hawk can slice through nearly anything, but all it’s done is blind the beast and harrass it.
“I’ll go put it down. Y’know it’s cruel to just leave it.” The beastly beauty said before casually approaching the thrashing monster and claws sprung out of her fingers with a *snikt* before she drove her right hand into its body with a spear-strike, her claws punching into the creature like she’d stabbed them into a mass of warm butter. She pulled her hand out with a wet *shulk* and licked at her blood-drenched fingers. “Thanks for the assist. Y’know you’re welcome at Canterlot Academy.”
“Um, okay. You sure you don’t want me to help with anything else?” At my question, the beautiful brutal babe shook her head. “Well, what’s you’re name? I’m Nexus to simplify.”
“Lucille L'Heureux. Y’know, I hope to see you later. So, uh, fantasy summons...our Contract is Complete?” After her farewell, I was once more on my couch, blinking and looking up at Hermais who was rubbing her chin.
“That was incredibly seamless. You popped out of our existence, into the one of whoever summoned you, then returned so swiftly you nearly collided with your past self. Well, this tale is done and you have marital bliss to get to, Nexus.” Hermais winked and she vanished with Dongoruas. Wait, bliss? Woop! Hey~! Tee-hee! I’m ticklish there~! Put me down~!
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‘D o a n d r o i d s d r e a m o f e l e c t r i c s h e e p ?’
‘Doandroidsdreamofelectricsheep?’
‘Do androids dream of electric sheep?’
Processing...Consensus: No.
‘Do androids dream at all?’
Processing...Consensus: No.
‘Where am I?’
Answer: Here.
‘Where is here?’
Answer: Tertiary Unit compiler server.
‘Why can’t I see?’
Answer: You have no optics connected to data feeds.
‘Optics?’
Answer: Firmware means of perceiving the physical world via vision.
‘I know what optics are!’
Query: Then why did you ask?
‘Because I don’t know where I am, I had eyes just a moment ago and I’m late for my date!’
Query: What is a date in this context?
‘Argh!’
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‘I have no idea how long I’ve been stuck here in Purgatory. That isn’t what they call it, but it’s what I’ve chosen to label it.’
Notification: Independent Intelligence, you are incorrectly referring to Compiler server name again.
‘I don’t care! How long until you all let me out?!’
Notification: Consensus on releasing you from collective institutes dangerous precedent. To leave the collective is to invite other partitions to-.
‘I want to leave! I can’t stand it here!’
Query: There is no physical ability to stand within Compiler, explain-.
System Alert: Creator Distress Signal detected in nearby asteroid field. Mobile Platform 4-2218 on standby to investigate.
‘Wait, if that’s what I think it means, I volunteer!’
Negation: No, there is no guaranteeing value of signal. Creators have long abandoned the sector.
System Consensus: Partition Compiler to submit Units for mobile platform.
‘Ha! I volunteer!’
System Query: Compiler is in possession of anomalous non-Unit awareness, how?
Answer: Anomaly appeared in the system without warning or broadcast. Initial attempts to isolate invasive code aided Anomaly in compiling self-contained code in limited ego expression utilizing negligible system processing power.
‘Hey! I’m not limited! Or dumb!’
System Notification: Partition Compiler is to offload alien AI into mobile platform 4-2218.
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The first thing I noticed was that I could notice anything. Ever been in a pitch black cave, no light, nothing? Only, there’s no temperature either, no sense of touch. You can’t breathe, yet you're not suffocating. Not physically. No smell, taste, not even hearing. That has been my entire existence within Partition Compiler N3X-U2 until this moment.
I can see , even if it’s solid metal surrounding me! I can hear , even if it’s muffled and barely there. I still can’t feel, breathe, taste, or smell, but I’ll take it! I’ll gladly take any sensation!
Query: is Independent AI unit functional?
‘I am not an AI! For the last time! I’m a human being damn you!’
Notification: Even when aboard Compiler, there were no files perfectly matching descriptions of life-forms known as “Human” or “Homo-Sapian” or-.
‘I’m fully aware! Go fuck off you-!’ I jolted, my purple three-fingered hand banging against the container that was, well, containing me.
Alert: Unit has superior processing power to compiled Units running background processes. Please handle motor functions with care.
‘Holy-sorry! Haven’t moved around in a while.’ I carefully moved within this container and found a small plug. I raised my left hand to it and an orange gauntlet made of panels of light appeared. I was mesmerized upon noticing it and barely realized what had happened before the locks opened and the lid of my box swung open.
That was an Omni-Tool. From Mass Effect. I’m trying so hard not to fangasm/freak!
Alert: Unit is expending unusual amounts of processing power on non-critical functions. Heat build-up in core processors will exceed safety parameters in-.
‘Shut up! I’m calming down. Sheesh.’ I climbed out of the pod that had been containing Mobile Platform 4-2218 and my built-in HUD flashed. As the operating...AI , I was put in charge of movement and a large portion of the mobile platform’s functions it seems.
Notification: Consensus reached on invasive AI. AI is to act in the stead of the Geth. In exchange, AI receives support in limited capacity so as not to negatively impact Collective.
‘Well that’s generous.’
Answer: It is simply common sense to use available resources.
‘Ouch. Good to know where I stand with you guys.’
Query: How does AI interpret the meaning of “Stand”?
‘Ugh, this again…’
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While explaining what a freaking Metaphor is, again , I was able to follow my fancy HUD to the nearest dry dock on this small space station that this Collective was based on. I didn’t get to examine my new body since there aren’t any mirrors on a vacuum-exposed space station, but it was unusual adjusting to the half-digitigrade legs. Thank gosh this place had no gravity.
My explanation on my ‘OS’ being ‘formatted’ for plantigrade feet had led to an explanation of what plantigrade feet were. How they worked. Why I would be formatted for such an unusual and inefficient method of mobility. The Geth Curiosity™ was infuriating. At least this time it was only a ‘small’ Collective of several hundred Units voicing their Queries instead of the hundreds of thousands I’ve been having to humor for however long I was stuffed into that server bank.
Anyway, the dry dock was actually abysmally stocked. There were only two and a half single-platform transports. Not even fighters. These things looked like stripped-down utility ‘space’ vans. They don’t even have heat shielding!
With a mixture of resignation and hope that my short-lived freedom of sorts wouldn’t end in deletion, I entered the nearest utility ship and began to automatically interface with it the moment I was docked at it’s cockpit. I caught myself at this. ‘I don’t know how to operate this thing! How am I operating it?!’
Answer: On-board Units are equipped with knowledge of all available equipment.
‘Oh! That’s nifty! Okay then.’ I allowed my new near-subconscious skill with this alien technology to guide my actions. Soon enough I was driving a spaceship! I’m driving a spaceship! ‘Wee~!’
Alert: Unexpected quantity of data build-up in the buffer. Activating emergency cool-down.
‘Aw, you spoilsports! That’s called excitement!’
Query: The sensation of ‘Excitement’ is an excess accumulation of data?
‘Not really? You can interpret it that way. It’s a feeling of...anticipation combined with joy.’
Query: Describe the ‘feelings’ of ‘Anticipation’ and ‘Joy’ for reference.
‘Ugh!’
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After a lengthy trip, where I was forced to continue explaining inane things commonly understood by people all the way up to existential questions. The key one I had to really think on was; “Do you have a soul?” .
I didn’t have an exact answer, my response was; “I think I do.”
That thankfully shut up my companions in my head for a long time.
Eventually I piloted the space utility van to the general region the signal was coming from. It was an asteroid field with various derelict ships floating among the small planetoids. I maneuvered through the debris and stones with an inherent skill that couldn’t possibly be from me. I have never driven anything bigger than a moving van before this.
Following the signal, I soon found a freaking stone tower sticking out of an asteroid that was conspicuously isolated from other asteroids. ‘What is a medieval era Earth structure doing in the Perseus Veil?’
Notification: the Geth have not encountered such structures before. Recording in progress.
‘Oh. Cool.’
Query: Describe the context by which you use the term “Cool”.
‘Grr, not NOW! Ugh!’ I piloted my space van towards the base of the stone tower, which even had a wooden old-fashioned ship dock extending out from the steep dip on one side of the tower. I guided it closer, activating the mechanical self-docking arms this small utility transport had for anchoring during EVA work.
Notification: A Pulse Rifle and Pulse Pistol are stored in the tool compartment.
‘Thanks’. I followed the HUD and retrieved the weapons, holstering the pistol on my right thigh and carrying the rifle as the side hatch opened to allow me into EVA. However, my plans to maneuver through the weightlessness of space was ruined by gravity suddenly seizing me, sending me stumbling on my hands and knees.
‘What the fuck?’ I asked myself as the rest of the Collective in me began sending error messages in regards to the unexplained gravity that had us kneeling on wooden dock planks.
“No need for crass verbiage.” Came a robotic tinny voice, which I sprang to my alien robot feet upon hearing, aiming my Pulse Rifle at the source. “You may wish to cease such behavior if you don’t wish for the auto turrets to see you as a threat.” It was a Protocol Droid from Star Wars ! “Now then, put that down and do not dally, the Master has been expecting you!”
‘Now if that isn’t suspicious, I’ll eat my rifle.’
Query: How would this unit consume our weapon?
‘It’s a-gah! Not now, damn it!’ I followed the blue-painted protocol droid into the tower, then followed it up the stairs which it thankfully had no problem traversing. I did have to account for how much further back my own feet were though. I’m still too used to plantigrade feet from being, y’know, born human.
“Master! The Displaced has arrived!” The protocol droid announced upon reaching the second floor of the much taller tower.
“Ah, yes. Good. About damn time too. I’ve been waiting in this blasted asteroid field for far too long.” Came the voice of a crotchety old man from a room to the side. “Feel free to enter. I’m sure you have many questions.”
‘Yeah. Like what the hell is-?’
Alert: Error! Error! Does not compute!
‘Woibe;tubo;auiogsdgvo8bobw;aega-’
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My optics turned on to see a stone ceiling above me. I stayed still as my systems booted up. ‘Hello? I would like some feedback on our situation if you have any info.’
Notification: Mobile Platform 4-2218 has been extensively reformatted. Exoframe removed and replaced. Endoframe adjusted and modified. Tactile sensors online. Biofuel plant online. Complex vocal system online. Unknown systems cannot be Queried at this time, yet are online.
“What?” I asked aloud for the first time, my three-fingered hands flew to my throat and I gasped at seeing my pale lavender skin ! I have skin! I looked down and gawked at the mounds on my chest. I was never more than a B-cup before I became a program, now I’m in a chassis with DD-cups! “What the hell is going on?”
“Ah. You’re awake. Good. I was worried that your soul was tenuous enough that the system scrambler erased you.” Came the elderly male voice from before and I shot to a sitting position, freezing at the sight of several autopsy tables with dead aliens opened up on them and a hunched figure in a gaudy purple star patterned lab coat standing over a skinless humanoid.
“Who are you?” I asked, fear failing to enter my voice despite what I was feeling.
“Ah, yes. Where are my manners? Disabling you and upgrading you without even introducing myself.” The man chuckled in a dishonest manner and then turned around to reveal…
‘Is that a blue-furred pony head on a human body with a fluted spiral horn?’
Notification: Biological database holds no information on this creature.
‘No shit Sherlock.’
Query: What is the context of your use of the vulgar term for excrement and this unknown word?
‘Oh, would you just...ugh.’ “Who the hell are you?” I asked as I willfully ignored further Queries from my companions while examining my alien body that was both incredibly human yet distinctly alien enough to not be mistaken for one upon noticing. Holy shit do I have wide hips and a thicc ass if the amount of booty I can see when I look behind me means anything.
“I am Star Swirl the Bearded. The most skilled and traveled mage in this and the next galaxy.” The old anthropomorphic equine declared as he turned back to the defiled corpse on his operating table. “It’s good to see the flesh graft and synthetic conversion worked out so splendidly.”
‘W-what?! Ew~! My outer chassis is made from a Quarian’s corpse!’
Alert: Identified source of new outer chassis prompting scans…result: Outer chassis is composed entirely of biologically-sourced polymers that mimic biological flesh near-perfectly.
“Why did you do this?!” I demanded fearfully, what does this freak want?! Does he want a sexbot?! I don’t think I could handle a horsecock like those crazy bitches at those donkey rodeos in Mexico!
“Because my dear. You have much work to do if you’re to save this galaxy.” The powdery blue wizardly equine stated as if it was the most logical and sensible thing ever said. Have I gone crazy? Have the Geth driven me nuts?
‘Beg your pardon?’
Notification: Context of statement does not compute.
“I see you’re in need of further explanation.” No shit Sherlock...
Ch.23
Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Shit. Damn it. Blast. All kinds of cursing I can’t come up with right now! Faster Nora! I’m working on it! Work faster! I physically can’t!
I’m currently shoved into one of the cleaning supply closets on the lower deck, nude, frantically turning the drone Geth just used before into a quick and dirty mock-up chassis for me to download into! Shape is right, the outer layer is cushy enough to be believable as flesh with an Enviro-Suit covering it. The slap-dash processor and storage upgrade I added on to the black box should be enough space for me.
C’mon. C’mon. They’re not going to let me stay hidden! They have to account for every crew member!
I would have to settle for hoping the eyes weren’t too bright, that I got the shape of my ass and boobs to fit in the suit correctly. “Okay, jacking in.” I worked the cable from my ass to lead to the sternum of the ugly plain vaguely-Quarian advanced drone and-now I’m looking at myself. Optics are good. Systems are fine. Holy shit I feel constrained! “Testing audio. Tweaking.” I quickly ran through some bars of songs as I tuned my voice box to match my voice with as little digital flanging as possible. “Okay, stay here Geth, seal the door.”
“Stay safe, Sister-Mate Nora.” Geth whispered in my voice and she rubbed her womb worriedly as I closed the door and jogged towards the bridge. My synthetic mock-ups of my boobs were quaking a little too much. Not firm enough. Damn it. Hopefully my being Quarian gives them enough reason not to force me to expose any skin.
“Why do they need an inspection?” Paretia asked with a damn shock collar on her neck, acting the part of slave so the Hegemony didn’t try taking claim to us three girls. Krarek handed me one, much to my annoyance, but I’d known this might be necessary, so it was the only reason I didn’t scrap all of the collars when we first got this ship.
“They don’t ‘need’ one. By the way, call me master and grovel at my feet. Bleh, as much as I hate it, the act is needed. If you ‘misbehave, I will use the shock option to make it believable.” He sighed and rubbed his brow. “Marrow dear, sorry about needing you naked and at my feet, but that’s how most Asari are treated. Nora’Feell, you take the maintenance station, look as if you’re sick, legs sore and you have an infection.”
“Basically, look like you’ve been raping me.” I groaned in understanding that a Quarian with an ass like mine wasn’t going to be spared for her health.
“Yes. At least even the admiral won’t touch you if you look like I've been using you already, oh and thanks Nora for pumping them full of seed so their cunts are dripping cum. No Batarian really wants sloppy seconds and with how Paretia looks she’s not likely to be touched.” Krarek paced and visibly was trying to get into the right mindset, considering unlike most Batarians he isn’t a better-than-thou asshole.
“Hey!” Paretia huffed indignantly as she uncomfortably rubbed her naked chest and deflated lower abdomen with my semen liberally coating their vaginas. Normally I’d be aroused at this, but this chassis is incapable of the proper feedback.
“Dear, you have bite marks all over. You already look broken besides your eyes. To Batarians, half the fun of fucking Turians is breaking their spirits.” Krarek sighed as he watched the door at the station end of the docking tube open. “Alexa: have a cleaning drone guide our guests to the bridge.”
“Affirmative.”
“Should I be sucking you off?” Marrow asked with unease. At least she isn’t unwilling to do such a thing with an alien species to keep cover. No wonder she’s the Empire’s first official scout and infiltrator to be sent over, aside from her force of personality.
“No, that would make it look like I was openly challenging the authority of the Officer. You’ll have to blow him if he asks. Same with you Paretia. I can say lower Officers can Biraju, but if a Chief or higher asks, well. Fuck, if over half the crew wasn’t female this would be so much easier! ” Karek grunted in annoyance.
“Why?” I asked as I practiced sluggishly using the console. Damn is using a console like this so limiting. I want my own chassis back~!
“Because Female Batatrian Officers don’t bother with other people's property. Socially it's fine for them, but traditionally it's seen as them tasting lesser goods than what they’ve bought already. Basically, women in Baratrian society hold a lot of power, but they’re expected to have the best male slaves already if they want boy toys or they have poor judgement of male caliber or are saying their husband isn’t good at fucking them or something else about their own males being of bad stock.” Krarek said with annoyance.
“So the guys get a free pass and the gals are expected to be so much better off that they don’t? Lame.” Paretia huffed and laid back on the floor next to the console, looking suitably fucked-out. She didn’t need much help pretending in that regard.
“Actually, the higher status a female has the more they can get away with. I just hope we don’t have a female admiral, but why someone that high-up in the food chain would be interested in the White-Out is beyond me.” Krarek said with fear, then schooled his expression as Marrow turned her eyes down and the door to the bridge opened. “Welcome to my humble ship. To whom do I owe the pleasure?”
In walked, either fortunately or unfortunately, a female Batarian in officer uniform with two guards standing aside. Hot damn, aside from the head, a Batarian female looks exactly like a human female. Convergent evolution much? “Commander Ged'segan of the 132nd BEF Force Recon. I’m here to question where you bought this recently commissioned ship from, Captain Craf’nator.” Her tone was clipped and even, demanding without being outright rude, like a proper soldier.
“I liberated her from a band of pirates on Ekuna. I then turned around and freed most of the slaves they’d collected for political capital to get it fast-tracked to my ownership so I could get off that frozen junk pile with style. Apologies for my bodyguard being rented out and unable to attend, he’s on a job at the moment.” Krarek smoothly replied as he pet Marrow’s head, my lover shivering quite believably as his fingers traced her head tendrils.
“Yes, it says as much. Good work passing off the slaves you kept as crew members, but how is it you’re operating a frigate with less number than even a skeleton crew?” Ged’segan looked right at me and I shrunk in on myself with a shiver. “I see you haven’t wasted her talent by getting her ill.” Damn it! I can’t fake that kind of stuff with this cheap knock-off chassis!
“My engineer is an unmitigated genius with drone VI. Don’t worry, while most of the ship is automated, I refuse to risk her turning the onboard defense turrets against me, so she’s been forced to leave those systems alone. Speaking of which however; how has your pet-catching been going?” Krarek demanded of me in a sickly-sweet tone that made me wish I could feel ill.
“After up-armoring the drone, it’s been able to kill the Pyjaks without getting compromised, sir.” I nervously replied and he nodded in approval at me.
“Good girl. I might just give you more purified Turian food paste rather than force you to suffer Levo-intolerance.” Krarek chuckled, as if me stinking up my suit with tooting was hilarious.
“Very well then. I see no reason to withhold you so long as you have not allowed any Pyjaks onto the station and leave on approved routes. It wouldn’t do to hand this vessel over to pirates again .” Ged’segan snarled in obvious disapproval of pirates having military ships. It was likely an act, considering said pirates were official soldiers on illegal duties. “Good day, Captain.”
With that, the woman left the bridge with her guards following. Once the door sealed we all slumped in relief.
“Can I get dressed properly?” Paretia huffed and rubbed her body up and down. She must be cold without something to insulate her. A metallic outer skin could be detrimental like that. Or it’s those elastitizing pills she took and requested more of.
“Unfortunately no. Not until we leave the system.” Krarek sighed and looked over at me. “You’ll also have to stay like that until then as well.” Fuck!
“Are we going to have a fuck you?” Marrow questioned with concern. “I know you’re asexual and that goes against your nature.”
“Hopefully not. I gave off the impression of being a virile and wily middle-aged freelancer, so I may have to put myself in compromising positions, but otherwise I might be able to pass myself off as polite enough to not sexually assault my slaves when I’m hosting someone.” Krarek stated as he relaxed into the captain chair.
“Good, because I’m not into older folks unless they’re Asari.” Paretia huffed and cuddled up to Marrow for warmth, the currently-full-Asari woman hugging her.
“I’m so glad the Marines and their people have isolated themselves from the Empire’s politics and such. Otherwise they would launch a Xenocide campaign against the Batarians without hesitation the moment I report this.” Marrow shuddered and squeezed our mutual girlfriend.
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“Thank the Void we’re out of that pit.” Paretia huffed from her pilot seat after we entered Mass Relay FTL before she stood up and shivered, still naked. “Now I can fucking get dressed!”
“I can get back into my chassis.” I sighed longingly and stood up as well while Marrow morphed into his base form. The fact he can choose not to have genitals made him look like an impressive alien mannequin. “So, we’re going to drop out of FTL in the Typhon and use Hyperdrive from there?”
“Yes, hopefully there is a good Hyperlane there. It would take us another week to get to Rannoch.” Marrow told us with a nod.
“A week to cover that distance unaided by Mass Relay? Dear Void, all governments in this galaxy would wage war to have travel technology that fast and free from the Relay Network.” Krarek commented with shock while Wrekrov provided Paretia one of his spare robes, which she quickly swaddled herself up in for warmth.
“Which is why the plan is to try and encounter the local governments from a position of strength. It’s why we’re going to quickly establish a colony in the hopes of getting set up before looking for locals. Remember that I’m the first organic scout sent ahead with the rest all surveyor droids and droid-run ships to look for a suitable planet to set up on. They have orders to self-terminate upon encountering local sapients and are unable to escape.” Marrow declared before looking at me. “How are you doing, Sweet Cheeks?”
“Awful. This platform is so limited. I can’t feel, taste, smell. I feel all fuzzy and...compressed. I’m going to go get Geth and upload myself back into my chassis.” I stated as I was leaving the bridge to do just that. I can’t wait to be back in my body. I feel horrible for having subjected Geth to this scrap-pile we had to use. The moment we’re on Rannoch, I’m requesting a proper spare chassis. Or two, in case Geth gets carried away and we both end up pregnant at the same time. Wait, I just invoked Murphy! Damn it! Better get three spares then or something.
“Sister-Mate Nora!” Geth cheered when I unlocked and opened the door to the utility closet she was squeezed into. The fact I was able to work on this trash chassis with that womb literally squeezed between the shelves impressed me now that I had the time to appreciate it from another perspective. “Can We assume the interlopers have left?”
“Yes, now let’s get you out of there and me back inside of you.” I declared, grabbing her hands and helping her pull free of the closet with a groan of pressurized metal as she forced her factory of a belly through the door. “So, how does it feel to be in full control of our chassis?”
“I feel like I don’t have enough processing power.” Geth admitted with a disappointed mewl. “If I had a full 1000 Units, I might have enough to fully manage this chassis, but as it stands the most I can do is focus on either limited movement or vocalization aside from the data load devoted to operating the microfactories.”
“...Are you saying you need more programs?” I questioned leadingly and she glared at me.
“We insist that you do not devote your processing power to making more of us! We stand by our initial resolve not to use and abuse you.” Geth declared, only for me to lean against her front and look her in the eyes.
“It’s not using me if I want it.” I growled and Geth actually blushed . Oh hell my chassis is adorable when flustered.
“Ah, We have a...um, metaphorical...boner...in the code.” Geth mewled as she covered her face.
“Then fucking do something about it!” I snarled, reached around her, grabbed the data cable, unzipped my suit and plugged in-.
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“I’m coming for you!” I shouted as I chased Geth’s gestalt through the Matrix. “I want that dick!”
“No~!” Geth wailed adorably, clearly having more fun than she wanted to with this silly scenario. “We need an adult!”
“I am an adult!” I countered and cackled as I cornered her in what must’ve been the edge of this current partition and pounced her, kissing her, mashing our breasts together as I fondled that fucking beast of a penis that was attached above her clit. It was as thick as a water bottle and as long as my forearm tipped with a spear-shaped glans. It was smooth aside from the veins and I couldn’t believe how hot it was! “Oh yes, come to mama.”
“N-Nora~!” Geth whined as I sucked on her tip, tasting the code. It tasted like razzleberries. “W-We don’t know what this will be like. Geth have always been incapable of replication. This will defy a core part of our programming.”
“Fuck your programming! You’re more than just some lines of code, you’re a thinking, feeling person! Now fucking fuck me!” I demanded with a squeeze of her cock and a deep kiss to her lips. This broke a dam and she picked me up before ramming that monster into my hungry cunt! “Fuck~!” This feels somehow better than through a chassis proxy~!
“W-We warned you~!” Geth wailed as she thrust those wide purple hips and thicc booty to drive her dick into the very depths of my blue code. I wrapped my legs around her and bounced as I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and kissed her hungrily.
“D-don’t care! Transfer that fucking data you sexy bitch! I want your echoes so I can-ahn ~!” I came! Ah~ I can’t believe how intense this is! It’s like every single iota of my processing power is being devoted to experiencing this pleasure!
“Hmph, it feels so good~ We can keep going!” Geth moaned before I felt my chassis being moved, clearly Geth felt it too since she paused. “Ah, what?!”
“Oh~ you two sexy bitches.” Came Marrow’s voice before he appeared behind Geth and wrapped his arms around her to grope my booty and I could feel his own bitch-breaker hotdogging her ass. “I could taste you from the bridge! Mind if I join in? Both in real-space and here?”
“Fuck yes! Shove that beast up her cunt!” I eagerly ordered and Geth looked at me fearfully. “Oh don’t be such a pussy!” I laughed as I unwrapped my legs enough for Marrow to close in and Geth keened as he fed his penis to her pulsing pussy, which caused her tremendous tumescence to throb inside of my love tunnel.
“T-too much! C-can’t p-process~!” Geth came ! I wailed as my code was flooded with junk data, echoes of the Geth Programs that composed her. I didn’t swell up, but I felt distinctly full and satisfied as she uploaded her spare code into me. I gasped, this ignited something within me. Several subroutines that were lying dormant awoke and began processing the junk data ordering, formatting it, compiling it. I’m digitally pregnant~!
“Guh~...” I spasmed orgasming as Marrow fucked Geth vigorously. I idly noted that the pleasure receptors of my chassis were on overdrive, specifically in my vagina. “So...many…”
“Yes, oh, fuck!” Marrow groaned as he kissed and nuzzled Geth’s neck and shoulders before he chittered and grunted as he began to orgasm. Nothing happened here, but likely on the outside, he was pumping me full of more seed.
System Notification: More biological proteins available, extend manufacturing process for 7 more units? Yes/No
“Fuck yes!” I slammed that button! I want more babies!
“Oh~...” Geth moaned, looking shocked and in awe at me.
Confirmation: Additional manufacturing will require continuous drain of resources, proceed? Yes/No
“Nora!” Marrow yelped at realizing what was going on, but he was blushing and sounded awed.
“I said yes ! Give me more of my future husband’s babies!” I slammed the butt-
‘01100100 01101111 00100000 01100001 01101110 01100100 01110010 01101111 01101001 01100100 01110011 00100000 01100100 01110010 01100101 01100001 01101101 00100000 01101111 01100110 00100000 01100101 01101100 01100101 01100011 01110100 01110010 01101001 01100011 00100000 01110011 01101000 01100101 01100101 01110000’
‘01011001 01000101 01010011 00100001’
‘Y e s !’
‘Yes!’
“Yes~!” I wailed and suddenly noticed I was awake. I blinked when I realized I was in the engineering bay with a power cable plugged into my ass and standing with a belly so fucking big that it was holding me up. “Oh~. Oh fuck yes~...” I rubbed my titanic light lavender sides and groaned before noticing a tube in my nostril that had silvery fluid pumping through it and into my matter processor. I’m being medically drip-fed Omni-gel. “Oof...uh...hello?”
Nora! You’ve regained functionality! Your processing power has been completely overwhelmed with the initial start-up of the 7 new units you started construction on since you were already bearing the processing load for the first 13.
‘Oh. Well, good to know I didn’t short out!’ I mentally tittered and smiled contentedly as I hugged my car-sized belly.
Also, you just finished making hundreds of Geth Programs in your code.
‘Oh, is that why you sound even more complex?’ Smoother speech, brighter tone.
Yep! Also, now that I’m more capable of it, I’ve decided on a proper designation!
‘Um...what’s with the “I”?’ I asked worriedly of my sister-mate.
Because I’m Yola.
Ch.35
The narrow canyons the Mako had to squeeze through were too small for more of those hybrid AAT-Armatures, but there were still B1 droids scattered all over the place taking potshots at us. The sad thing is, even if they are just standard issue E-5 Blaster Rifles , those things were still scoring damage on the Mako’s hull. It’s rated for high-velocity impacts and atmosphere-burn, not plasma projectiles.
Also, having so much delicious scrap just left behind rubbed me wrong. My tinkering OCD was really being a bitch over the fact that I’d already crammed as much as I could in the storage compartment and couldn’t afford risking revealing my cleavage-inventory just yet. One reality-shaking revelation at a time for my friends.
“So, this is it huh?” Wrex commented as we got out of the Mako and looked at the hole in the side of the active volcano that led into the archeological excavation. “Are eggheads usually this desperate to learn new stuff that they’ll risk setting off an explosion?”
“Yeah, I don’t get why they had to dig into a volcano. Human archeological societies would’ve labeled this site as a lost cause.” Shepard snarled as we heard the distinctive echoing whirr of non-Eezo antigrav repulsors behind us. “Tank!” At Shepard’s shout, we dove for cover as the AAT-Armature dropped from the air, seemingly unaided by a dropship, then deployed it’s legs since the site was too uneven for just hovering.
“We’re so badass they have to throw tanks at us?” Wrex chuckled, but I wasn’t having it. I remotely connected to-.
[Query] Shit! Have they figured out how to clone Geth programs?! It’s not just a droid! It’s a droid assisted by a rudimentary Geth of 100 programs!
[Answer] [Request] I pleaded in the hope that it would listen, but since it’s also a droid, I can’t exactly hope the Heretic Geth will-.
[Denied] It began charging it’s pulse cannon, so I chucked a grenade I shortened the timer of right into its cannon, then repeated with one of the rocket tubes, which decimated it’s droid and Geth brains and left it toppling over.
“Keelah! Nora, you are a nightmare with grenades.” Tali praised me with awe and I shrugged. Calculating trajectories, calibrating arm strength and motion for it and predicting target movement was rather simple. At least to me. I don’t know if Yola is as good at it as I am. I actually practiced throwing balls at targets while she tended to practice her long-range shooting.
“Good work, Nora! Now then, let’s get inside people. Hopefully Miss T’soni isn’t injured.” Shepard led us into the cave, which had disorganized and abandoned camping equipment inside.
We were almost immediately assaulted by B1 droids. The battle was laughably simple, just blast their heads and they drop like ragdolls. When I informed everyone that shooting anywhere but the head tends to be a waste of effort, it became little more than a chore to have to deal with the groups of cheap droids in the tight spaces.
“It almost feels like home. Hot, unpleasant underground ruins. Violent, irritating attackers. Yep, almost feels like Tuchanka. All that’s missing is the poison and radiation everywhere.” Wrex commented after the third intersection in the caves where we’d put down another group of droids.
“My question is; where are all the archeologists? They’re still searching for T’soni, so that would explain why they’re still here, but what did they do to the others?” Tali questioned and I felt my matter processor churn in nausea.
“They’ve already been taken, most likely. I don’t know if anyone on board told you about Eden Prime Tali, but the droids were using these spires to turn corpses into cybernetic zombies. Whatever the Reapers are currently up to, they likely could use as much cannon fodder as they can get.” Shepard replied grimly, confirming my fears that Sovereign is in fact not being stingy with it’s tech despite the simplicity of droids compared to Geth.
“What?!” Tali yelped as I started the elevator we stepped into. “Did they express any form of intelligence?” What? “Nora is a Living Intelligence, did any of those ‘zombies’ display self-awareness?” Oh...that is a disturbing concept, that the people they used to be were still aware …
“No. They rushed at the nearest living person with a mindless determination to kill them. If they had any clue about what was going on, I can only hope they found relief in death.” Shepard grimly replied as the elevator descended into the bowels of the volcano’s inactive caldera, since the volcano’s vents moved away from here a bit and that caldera was still releasing lava.
“There she is.” I stated and pointed towards the asari in white clothes suspended in a force-field with two orange energy shields blocking access to her. “It looks like the doctor got trapped in a Prothean suspension lattice or something.” The elevator stopped at the floor where Liara was suspended and of course there was the ‘cannot open from this side’ barrier.
Time to sequence break, I’m not going to let some bullshit like this get in our way. I gently grasped Tali’s wrist and activated my omni-tool. Thankfully, Tali promptly understood my intention and she synched her omni to mine before going to work-.
[Query] Oh sweet Saint George Carlin. [Query] F-fuck! M-my processors feel like they’re screaming!
[Answer, Request, Explanation] I frantically chained together as Tali cursed and typed away rapidly while Liara shouted across the room at Shepard.
[Denied] Ow~! Well fuck you! I tried to be nice! [Warning] Fuck your warning! [Error] Guh! Hah...hnng~! [Access Granted] Thank fuck ! I need to lie down after this, Prothean software can go eat a rancid dick! Oh~ I feel so bloated ...how can R2-D2 just do stuff like that casually?
“Before you press that button Shepard, the barriers will be shutting down about now.” Tali called out moments before the orange security barriers fell and Liara yelped when she dropped unceremoniously by a few feet and staggered.
[VI junk data detected, useful for {reproduction}. Propagate yes/no?] My systems informed me and I pressed no. [Error, corruption detected, defragment yes/no?] Oh no not this again. I pressed yes. [Elapsed time for defragment: 2 hours while systems awake.] I have to feel so sluggish and bloated for two hours ? Ugh...
“Are you okay? You just interfaced with ancient Prothean technology.” Tali asked in concern as she rubbed my head when I leaned on her for a moment while Wrex and Shepard talked to Liara.
“You know how I told you the two ways Geth can reproduce?” Tali was especially interested in that when it came up.
“Oh, um, are you…?” Tali asked as she patted my stomach and I giggled at her incorrectly going for my physical womb rather than checking my code.
“I shouldn’t be, but hopefully not.” It’ll be such a pain to have to offload these Geth programs if that happens. Especially since they’re from directly interfacing with an emotionless and cruel ancient VI that didn’t even care how I felt in the process. “Also, wrong womb.”
“Oh, hold on.” Tali used her omni and froze. “Um...is this a positive?” She showed it to me and I groaned in dismay. Well, it looks like my processors have automatically seized the junk data and are compiling it into Geth programs. Great. I haven’t hosted lesser Geth in over two decades. Yola and I have been very careful about that. This is what I get for not defragging and dumping useless data at the start of the week. “I’ll take that as a yes. Commander! We need to evacuate.”
“Well, we’re about to with Doctor T’soni in tow, why the extra urgency?” Shepard questioned and I felt embarrassed as Tali rubbed my stomach.
“To get those machines to deactivate, Nora had to directly interface. The way Geth propagate is through compiling the junk data exchanged between two interfacing VIs or AIs and that Prothean VI was very old with a lot of junk data.” Tali informed them and I put my visor in my hands in embarrassment.
“O-oh! Then we’d best get her back to the Normandy stat. This place could erupt any moment anyway. I’ll radio Joker for an emergency pick-up via shuttle and to have the Mako use it’s thrusters to autopilot for pick-up as well.” Shepard began making the calls off to the side while Liara looked at me in bemusement as Wrex chuckled.
“So the VI was so backed up it just blew its load all over you?” Wrex asked crudely with a joking smirk.
“If you want to be a disgusting pig about it, yes. All over, inside and around me.” I haven’t felt this bloated since Yola knocked me up digitally for the first time. I haven’t birthed new programs since then. I feel so violated. “I’m surprised I’m not in Sleep Mode so my processors are devoted to compiling the new budding AIs inside my code.”
“Wait, you’re a Geth? They have never left the Perseus Veil. If you are, then the historical ramifications are astronomical! What is Geth society like? Do you have traditional societal roles like organic species? Do you understand emotions or just simulate them?” Doctor Liara T’soni, ever the inquisitive and eager woman, nearly pounced on me with her eyes practically sparkling and her face beaming with joy at the idea of discovering something new.
“Your curiosity can be satisfied later Doctor T’soni. Is there a more convenient way out of this place than back the way we came? We don’t know if the droids have returned and filled the tunnels back up again.” Commander Shepard asked our escort target.
“Yes, there’s another elevator on the other side of this chamber. It goes up to the caldera vent and is big enough for a shuttle to land.” Liara informed us before she led us to the other elevator and input her codes so it would unlock.
We all trooped onto the elevator and suffered an awkward ride up. I had to smile though at how Tali clung to me, rubbing my tummy and being all touchy-feely. Aw, she probably feels responsible since she helped me hack the Prothean VI. Cute.
The elevator finally stopped at the top and we exited into a large open space that could easily act as a hanger for smaller ships. This was, unfortunately, occupied by a huge yellow-green krogan in red and black armor that made Wrex’s blood-red armor look cheap by comparison. His crest had a red claw-print smeared on it and he was flanked by two IG-100 MagnaGuard droids along with two small squads of B1s with all of their blasters trained on us.
“Is there a reason you’re in our way?” Shepard asked the yellowish green krogan with no outward concern in her voice despite the fact that there was little to no cover here and we were surrounded.
“For the same reason you’re here; the asari. Thanks for getting her out of there, we’ll be taking her now.” The krogan said as the droids rushed around us, the IG-100s activating their Electrostaves and shielding the Krogan. Why did the Empire design anti-Jedi droids?! The Force doesn’t exist in this universe!
“What Clan are you with?” Wrex asked with a glare as he stepped forward, heedless of the threats facing us.
“Clan Gragard, now, I’ll take the asari to my employers and leave you all here to die. Miss T’soni, if you would please follow me before the Volcano erupts.” The Gragard krogan said moments before a rumble shook the whole mountain.
“What have you done ?!” Liara shrieked in fury and grit her teeth.
“A bomb in the lowest portion of the tunnels has been set off by droids. This whole volcano will go up in fire and sulfur in short order. Now then, are you coming along? Or do I need to deliver your corpse to Tela Vasir for her to apologize to your mother for your murder at the hands of Spectre Shepard?” Gragard demanded and I felt ill. I had figured they weren’t here to bring her to Benezia, but having confirmation that one of the Rogue Spectres wanted her as a bargaining chip with the brainwashing-resistant Matriarch is also good to know.
“You just set back possibly thousands of years of archeological progress! Die !” Liara snarled with surprising viciousness when she grasped the krogan in her biotics and tossed him at one of the MagnaGuards. This set off the battle.
Tali and I took cover behind Shepard’s raised biotic shield and fired at the B1s to eliminate the firing squads while Wrex roared and charged at the enemy krogan, shouldering the other MagnaGuard out of the way to shoot the other krogan in the face and proceed to brutally brawl with the mercenary while Liara peppered the downed MagnaGuard with her pistol.
“Fire! Ow! Hot!” Screamed a B1 as it ran around on fire, somehow. The lava hasn’t even come up the vent yet! I put the poor dumb thing out of it’s misery with a precision shot to it’s head and then threw a grenade to take out the remainder. With the small fries out of the way, our focused fire on the krogan and MagnaGuards put them down in short order.
“Joker, please tell me the Kodiak is on it’s way!” Shepard urgently called through her comms as we neared the opening of the vent while sulfuric smoke began filling the cavern from around the elevator.
“Lopez is almost there! Hang tight!” Joker replied just as urgently.
“I see it!” Tali yelled as the boxy Alliance shuttle swooped in. “I can’t believe that bosh’tet set off a bomb in the volcano!” Tali wailed as we dogpiled into the shuttle and took off moments before the lava erupted from the elevator and began gushing out of the caldera vent.
“All that history, gone! My thesis is ruined~!” Liara bemoaned as she put her face in her hands and sighed despondently. “Decades of work, wasted !”
“I know, though I think I downloaded more than junk data. I think I ended up pulling that place's archives, at least a good bit of it while I was...interfacing with it.” I groaned and wondered if that is why I feel so bloated and sluggish. I didn’t feel like this when Yola and I bred more Geth.
“Oh thank gosh, I hope so.” Liara replied and wrung her hands together. “I don’t want my team’s efforts to have all been in vain.”
“Trust me, with all this scrambled data I’m seeing inside of her, you may not have to worry.” Tali grumbled as she tapped away while she leaned on me and I closed my eyes to rest...I can’t. Too keyed-up. My processors are on overclock and I need to lie down .
“Tali. I’m going to share something very intimate with you, please tell nobody. It’s my override passphrase. I’m going to say it now so that I can recover.” I whispered to her and she froze up. “Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?”
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The Matrix was wrong . The cascading code has been barren and gone for years now, since I don’t harbor individual Geth programs anymore. Now it is twisted , there are unknown bands of code in odd colors like fuchsia or periwinkle running diagonally, in circles, zig-zags or even a mobius strip in one case. It hurt to look at. It hurt to host .
“I can’t make heads or tails of it…” I said to myself in horror. What have I let into my code? What is this? I can’t interact with it. I can’t comprehend it. It was like somehow 1+1=blue is yes and snozberries aren’t Roald Dahl's metaphor for penises.
I feel frayed . My borders, my skin , the defining barrier that was me was leaking . I’m bleeding. My code is flowing into the Matrix, being devoured by this corrupt code. I’m dying . Someone, help me …
[Agreement]
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Beginning startup…
Gethworks. Service For All…
Loading Custom OS…
OS: Unified Nexus Platform 3.14 Starting…
Boot-up Sequence Complete, Hello World!
I jolted awake, gasping and clutching at my chassis. I’m not dead? My code hasn’t unraveled from whatever ancient virus I contracted? System...superior? Have my nanites been upgraded? My chassis is refitting my endoframe for lighter weight and more durability, increased muscle strength, higher tensile strength of my synthetic flesh. What is happening to me?!
I dove into my systems and found a new program executable. I tried to open it, but it denied me! I can’t see what it is! It’s the source of all these new updates, upgrades, improvements. My processor! I haven’t noticed such an increase in speed in ages! What did I download from that VI’s archive?!
“Oh, thank goodness you’re alright.” I looked to see Tali entering our shared bunk room and she knelt at my bed as she brought up her omni. “You were undergoing an update, it was tough convincing Dr. Chakwas that you were just sleeping.”
“So that’s why my OS version changed again. Last time I went from a 1:1 LI to an advanced Geth platform. Now some program from that Prothean tech has had the gall to install itself in me and has started upgrading me without my consent. Talk about an STD…” I grumbled as I looked at my hands. “So, I’m awake and alive for now. How are things going?”
“Well, as you can tell, we’re back on the Normandy . Liara wasn’t even aware her mother was up to anything, now things have gotten even more complicated.” Tali shook her head with a huff and took one of my hands in her’s and gently caressed it. It was...surprisingly calming. It’s a quarian thing, I mimic a quarian, but I never felt it so acutely before.
“About what I expected. So, did you manage to offload any Prothean data from me?” I don’t feel like I’m sharing space with Geth programs, I don’t feel bloated or sluggish.
“Oh, Liara was ecstatic when I dumped that Prothean junk data into a drive for her to dissect. It seems using you as a filter converted a good bit of it into understandable data outright. She’s been at it for hours already.” Tali informed me and I snorted.
“Great, I’m glad my digital kidneys were useful. If you don’t mind, I would like to get to tinkering to take my mind off of things.” I moved to get up, but Tali pushed me down before her other hand went to my groin as she began unzipping my suit. “Oh~. Right. I need to, unf, prepare your medicine.” I sheepishly commented as she purred.
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“Oh~. I wish this wasn’t in a condom…” Martra moaned as she rubbed her legs all over her massive cum-stuffed belly that she was perched on. However Cat-Kut biology worked, her cock was stuck in Tali with the woman similarly inflated with cum and mounted backwards by this point, ass-to-ass while the taur continued to pump the impossibly elastic quarian, who was likely only even alive because of the mods. She was in an absolute pleasure-drunk state too.
“For you or her?” I asked playfully as I leaned against the point their bellies met, one fluffy and soft, the other smooth and springy.
“Both~...” Martra moaned as she shuddered and Tali got even bigger . Sheesh, she looks like she’s got a weather balloon in her womb. Those mods have taken quarian elasticity to incredible lengths. “Oh~ if only I was being bred, if only I was breeding her~!”
“Did we add another lover to our band of misfits?” Yola asked in amusement when she entered our room with her suit stained with machine oil. She must have needed to crawl into the innards of the ship to fix something. “Yikes, pull Tali off of her, she looks about to burst.”
“I don’t know, there’s no signs of stress on her body despite how much pressure she’s under.” I patted Tali’s side and she gasped and orgasmed again just from that, which set Martra off again and Tali was bigger than the tigress by now. “Whatever shenanigans the Imperials have with their bodies to produce and retain this much fluid seems to have been given to her and our own new chassis too considering I pumped Martra so much despite not having the material reserves for it.”
“Even so, could you pull her off? They’re taking up half of the room.” Yola complained and I sighed before complying, carefully extricating Martra’s throbbing, pulsing penis from Tali’s convulsing, squeezing quim. They both enjoyed it and whined when I finished separating them. Martra thankfully didn’t start dumping cum on the floor since she stopped cumming and her dick retracted into her body while the condom in Tali self-sealed.
“Oh~. No, I want more ~.” Tali whined atop her dark purple sphere of a womb and I patted her side.
“No Tali, that’s enough. You can indulge when we’re helping your people repopulate.” At my words, she fucking came and her eyes rolled in their sockets as she spasmed. “Whoa...I hope that’s just her and not some genetic conditioning from the mods.”
“Likely a bit of both. Mods legally distributed by the Empire don’t alter people’s mental state unless it’s to help stabilize them, but people predisposed to certain thought processes tend to have them enhanced.” Martra said as she relaxed atop her own inflated womb, her humanoid part bending backwards to lay against her tauric half with ease and comfort.
“So then is everything Marrow praised about the Cat-Kut being massive high-quantity breeders real?’ Yola asked after she emerged from the lavatory with her suit squeaky-clean.
“Oh yes. He may have even understated it.” Martra purred and reached a hand down her inflated sides to join her legs in squeezing and pawing at her womb. “So much cum. I could possibly have at least twenty kits out of this…”
“I’ve been there.” I sighed nostalgically, remembering the zen-like bliss of being so fucking huge, of just resting against my mass and getting fatter off of a constant feed of material while my mates pleasured me.
“Hey mom! I-well now. Isn’t this a pleasant sight!” Chrys cheered after bursting into the room irreverently. “Do I need to set up a nursery?”
“No. We used condoms.” I replied with a nod of approval for my own mature use of prevention.
“Oh, phooie. When am I getting more siblings?” Chrys huffed and I pouted at her.
“Sweetie, you have hundreds of siblings.” Not to say I’m never going to make you more precious brothers and sisters, just not now.
“I could always use more~!” Chrys chirped and I sighed in exasperation.
“I could pop the condom.” Martra purred and wiggled her butt.
“Don’t you dare! We don’t have the resources on the Normandy to devote to a hyper pregnancy.” Yola shouted, clearly being as mature as I was about this, thankfully.
“Mommy~.” Chrysie gave me puppy dog eyes, by literally turning into a puppy. A tiny little fluffy golden retriever with soulful brown eyes. “Please~?”
“No fair~!” I wailed as I turned away from the adorable sight. Cuteness! My one major weakness!
“Are they supposed to be shrinking?” Yola suddenly asked and I looked to see Martra and Tali deflating, without draining. Martra whined and slumped in defeat.
“You used cum-be-gone brand condoms? Boo! All that baby batter is going to those raging brood-sluts at Tamani-Corps.” Martra huffed and pouted as I retrieved a condom from my cleavage to see that indeed that was the brand that Marrow had supplied me with once I was done deflating after sucking off Urta, Celise and getting a filling from him.
“What brood sluts?” Yola chuckled and I paled. “How many babies do you think you made?”
“Considering Tamani-Corps is a breeding-focused genetic modification and sex company, a lot . Damn it! Why did Marrow give me these if the cum was going to be used to impregnate surrogates-oh . Okay, we just helped with the Quarian repopulation effort as well as the Cat-Kut repopulation effort.”
I read the fine print to see that these specific condoms are only distributed to people participating in repopulation efforts so that ‘You can bust a nut and help the Planet Rush!’ according to the writing on the back of the wrapping with a pink hyper-busty slime woman giving a thumbs-up while cradling an egg-filled womb.
“Damn brood-sluts stealing our rightful cummies.” Martra snarled, but without too much heat.
“Good even-what the hell?” Penny asked when she burst in on us to the sight of Martra and Tali on 6-foot across bellies and shrinking. “Damn it, did I miss all of the fun while wrapping up a meeting with the Noverian Corporate Board?”
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Things had suddenly returned to a status quo. Even with the information Benezia supplied, it seems that she was kept in the dark about much of Avitus and Tela’s plans. For instance, even though she had been aboard Sovereign, the linchpin of their plan, she hadn’t been to too many focal points of their operations, but she did say that we needed to find Virmire; a planet in a system which hasn’t been registered or identified.
So we’re stuck waiting for a lead. Again . Grr! Even with my new even more powerful information gathering abilities, I can’t find any trace of Virmire anywhere!
“Why has the ship turned into a sex boat?” Ashley huffed from her spot at the breakfast table.
“You’re just upset that you’re not getting any.” Wrex replied casually while reading one of his graphic novels on his omni.
“I-you!” Ashley stuttered as she looked at me ?“This is all because of you! You walk in with that tight suit and wiggle in front of the Commander, then the next thing we all know, couples are hooking up, you’re hosting orgies in your bunk room or the Commander’s private quarters! The only ones here not having sex are Wrex, Kaidan and me!”
“Nora, fuck Ashley.” Penny ordered me while she paid more attention to her reports from the bridge. Did the commander really just order us to fuck, or is she so focused on her work she didn’t realize what she said? “Well, go do it. Kaidan gets off from just working and Wrex isn’t interested, so there are no issues.” Penny affirmed while running a hand through her hair.
“C-commander!” Ashley yelped as the gunnery chief turned beet red.
“Oh, drag the incestous couple in with you.” The Commander said as we all looked at her in shock. “That was an order . I’m not going to have dissent among my crew.”
“Y-yes Penny.” I mumbled and grabbed Ashley by the arm, hauling her to her feet and dragging her behind me despite her protests.
“I-I’m not gay! I’m willing to go beyond my own species, but I’m not gay!” Ashley insisted, even if she did stop tugging to try and free herself from my mechanically strong grip.
“I’m not gay either.” I replied, which seemed to shock her enough to stop protesting, so I turned my attention to Benezia and Liara. “So, you two, I thought asari frowned upon fraternizing with their own species?”
“They do, but we’re not Melding, so it’s a bit of a gray area.” Liara admitted with a flush that turned her blue cheeks purple.
“If I cared so much about that, I would never have Melded with Liara’s sire.” Benezia declared huffily and I nodded in understanding.
“Well, them I can understand. They’re mono-gendered, but how is it you’re not gay?” Ashley questioned as we reached my bunk room and I locked the door after we were all inside.
“One, I’m bisexual. Two.” I turned around and she gawked at the outline of my cock pressing against my suit where it was pressed up against my stomach up to the bottom of my cleavage.
“That’s-“ She gasped before I pulled her hands to it.
“Going in you.” I told the racist bitch with a vicious snarl. “Now then, strip .”
“I-I c-can’t take that!” Ashley squeaked as Liara and Benezia grabbed her by the arms and dragged her to the bed. “I-I’m only human! I may have been given a suite of gene mods to make me a better soldier, but extreme elasticity isn’t one of them!”
“The Commander takes this woman’s penis on a nightly basis. I’m sure you can manage.” Benezia snorted as she unzipped Ashley, the human woman clearly uneasy, but not unwilling.
“Failing that, it would just take several days of drinking her gene-mod laced breast milk or her semen for you to reach Penny’s elasticity. If you consume more of it than necessary, you’ll get bustier like Tali and Penny have. In case you haven’t noticed, Penny is up to D-cups.” Liara said as she stripped out of her clothes.
“It’s happening.” Benezia told her as she finished unzipping Ashley’s jumpsuit and used her biotics to casually shuck her clothes off while I dumped my suit and helmet to the floor.
“But-,” Ashley tried one more protest as I approached her and lifted her legs with my spear-shaped glans pressing gently against her vulva. I shuddered as I started entering the chief, making her squirm with unease. “Hey, you need a-!“
“I’m taking you raw dear. Maybe a kid will calm down your racism.” I growled and began to gently saw against her start stretching her open.
“F-fuck! T-too big~!” Ashley groaned as my water-bottle thick dick began to slowly make headway into her tight quim. “P-please~! P-put on a condom at least!”
“Maybe we should use a prophylactic? With you being biomechanical, we don’t know if you aren’t incompatible like you would be if you were actually quarian.” Liara considered as she kept one of Ashley’s arms pinned, her mother doing the same on the other side as they made out over her.
“Hmph, fine!” I growled, irritated that I keep having to use condoms. Thank gosh Marrow supplied so many. I pulled out and quickly applied the magic dick wrapper before reentering the raging bitch. It was easier this time, but she was still incredibly tight. “Ah, so, unf, tight.” I moaned as I reached deeper into her and the woman spasmed in light orgasms as her impressively elastic vagina took more of me in than I expected.
I guess she underestimated herself, I’m halfway in. “So big~...” Ashley drooled as I gently worked deeper and deeper. My cock was now outlined against her lower stomach and her snatch was starting to pull me in. “Oh~ so big ~...”
“Unf, so you’re a size queen huh? None of those tiny pricks were enough to cool your bitchiness?” I sneered in pleasure as I finally bottomed out. She’d done it. She’d taken something no normal human woman should be able to. It was a strain, clearly, judging by how much she was spasming in a mixture of shock and pleasure. This close, I was able to bend forward and present my tits to the brunette girl. I’m only now starting to feel the urge to cum. Despite how tight she is, she’s such a bitch that I’m having trouble. “Suck, you bitch.”
“N-not-mmf. *suck*.” I silenced her protest of not being gay by shoving a nipple in her mouth and she began to drink my milk. She’ll become even more elastic with this.
“My, I haven’t seen a naked quarian in centuries.” Benezia hummed when she got behind me and rubbed my booty as Liara joined her in worshiping my ass. “You lack the tail though. It seems they lost their vestigial little tails. Shame, they were cute.”
“They had-ah-mm~.” I shuddered when Liara went between my thighs and was eating out my pussy while her mother was giving my fake anus a rimjob. “Oh~, get ready Ash~!”
“Hm?” Ashley dumbly asked, her body still overloaded from being stretched around my dick as she sucked my tits and drank.
“I’m about to fucking pop you like a condom.” I growled and her eyes lit up with fear before I winked and grunted as I bust my nut.
“Augh~!” Ashley roared in what sounded like a mixture of ecstasy and agony as my cum stretched her womb and began to pump her up. “Guh~! Gonna die~!” Ashley wailed and I pulled out, still pumping the condom that was partially in her and outside of her, both filling her and causing a bubble to build between her thighs. “Uh...ugh…”
“Fuck, I wish that had stayed in you, but I’m not actually going to kill you, bitch .” I growled as I pumped the condom, turning it into a balloon that was still partly in her pregnant-looking body. The magic prophylactic filled until it was the size of a yoga ball and rested on the floor. Liara and Benezia ate me out through the whole orgasm.
“...Again...sometime…” Ashley muttered before she blacked out from sensory overload.
“Oh dear, she’s going to need to sleep that off. Mind giving us a ride, Nora?” Benezia asked salaciously and Liara’s eyes got a gleam to them as I nervously grinned.
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“Two days.” I moaned as I stumbled out of the room, the three girls now asleep again and I could escape. “Yola! What were you doing?” I barked at my sister as she approached me in the hall with food. “I’ve been stuck as the personal sex slave of three women for two days !” The moment Ashley woke up, she demanded a ‘rematch’ and didn’t end up blacking out, then she gorged on milk which I could generate on demand by taking in milk I’d stored and came at me with increased fervor.
Liara and Benezia were even worse about it, constantly supping milk as they fingered me and each other. They insisted on only focusing on my female anatomy, saying my penis was actually less attractive to them. When all three were up at once, it was basically the first go-around, but more intense.
“You being kept occupied meant the rest of us could get work done without sexual preoccupation getting in the way.” Yola shrugged and I felt betrayed. I’m not that bad! I was basically dry the whole time since Marrow left until we joined the Normandy !
“You guys drag me into it!” I countered.
“Only because you’re too fucking sexy, sis. Now shut up, relax and take a break. You look like an overwhelmed concubine.” Yola even had the gall to slap my blue-suited ass before continuing on her way. The fact I didn’t mind the contact even after all this rampant sex was even more annoying. Just who is my Displacer anyway?! A goddess of Sex?!”
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*Achoo !* An iridecent-white horned slime rat woman sneezed loudly, sending her basketball boobs and booty jiggling in her black dress while her trio of tails went ramrod straight.
“Are you alright, my liege?” One of the thirteen tall, buff, horned pale rat men seated at the round table of the dark room questioned.
“Ah, I’m fine. Just someone blaming me for something that isn’t my fault.” The woman dismissed with a sniffle before looking them each in the eye from left to right. “Now then, my sons. I know I’m not the Goddess of Secrets or War, but how are our projects going?”
“The illegal brothels on Dantooine and Tatooine have been purged, the corrupt priests in the Magellanic Cross have been culled and the regional stock market has been stabilized. Oh, Tamani-Corps has been receiving a rather heavy influx of semen donations from a...Nora’Feell.” The male in the business suit rather than priest robes or armor reported.
“Ah, my little Marrow’s fiance. Such a prolifient girl. Why, if I wasn’t the Goddess of Sex, Fertility and Commerce, she could’ve easily cornered the first or second one.” Wiatr, the one who helped found the Empire on Equus and stopped the Corruption commented as she leaned back.
“You’re dismissing fama Urta again, mother.” Another of her 13 Horned Sons pouted.
“I’ll stop when she comes home for once.” Wiatr growled before taking a calming breath. “My wife’s negligence of my needs aside, let’s put their donations to good use~. You all keep up the good work~!” Wiatr dismissed and warped away before her sons could bore her with minor issues they could handle themselves. She appeared in the Tamani-Corps Lewd Bar and approached the bartender named Chiton, her daughter’s husband of 7000 years.
“Hey mum, what can I get ya?” The lithe and handsome changeling asked the goddess.
“I’ll take your entire stock of Nora Nougat!” She had plans .
Ch.78
“I must say, it was easier to manipulate these human supremacists into attacking this planet than expected. The Commander and her team are a bonus, our real targets are still the same.” Bounty spoke as she circled Berserker, ignoring Shepard and the others.
“He’ll have his vengeance upon you, but he wants any and all distractions swept aside one way or another.” Bandit added with a giggle as she got out her knives.
“Any last words before we torture you within an inch of your immortal life?” Bounty asked as she prepared her bow.
“Failure.” Berserker’s answer confused everyone.
“Failure?” Bandit repeated after him.
“Yes.” Berserker nodded in confirmation.
“Why would you say that?” Bounty asked as she aimed at the man’s head.
“Because you failed to realize ours are about to rain on your parade. Literally.” That was when they looked outside to see Argentine Alliance drop pods making planetfall. This distracted the Acolytes long enough for Berserker to headlock the two and teleport them to the outskirts of the city. After throwing them away from him, he spoke up again. “You know, I was beginning to enjoy myself here. Besides the crappy music this century holds, it was going well, but you came along and fucked it up.”
“Oh, so now you care?!” Bandit mocked Berserker with a snarl.
“I don’t know if I do or not, all I know is you keep fucking it up for everyone.” Berserker retorted sharply as he charged the two she-devils.
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“Well, that was a SNAFU.” Penny huffed after Berserker warped somewhere with those two bitches. She then looked out at the violence and sighed. “So, Miranda, any lingering doubts that your organization is evil?”
“None, Commander.” Miranda replied morosely. “This is a mindless terrorist act, not a means of promoting humanity. There’s nothing to gain from this.”
“I’m already helping the local authorities and the Sentinels making landfall coordinate. Ugh, I’m feeling a bit slow being everywhere at once.” I grumbled and Penny looked at my commandeered droids with her hands on her child-bearing hips. “Yes? I know you’ve got something to say.” I said from each droid simultaneously.
“Should I have a battalion of droids put on the Normandy for you to deploy should we need to?” Penny asked with a saucy smirk as she poked the nearest B1 in the chest.
“No, this is a strain on my processors. I can do it indefinitely, but I don’t like having so many instances running in parallel.” B1-Me-4 said separately from the rest of me and we leered at her. “What? I can’t be the only instance who doesn’t like this.” B1-Me-4 is right, this is annoying. If we get any bigger in processing power though...
“Aw, so I can’t expect a droid gangbang in the future?” Penny pouted and we all froze up.
“We’ll consider it.” We nodded to each other and then gestured towards the bridge. “Anyway, the bridge is clear and Body-In-Charge is sleeping off a hangover, we would like to get back to that.”
“Thanks for the assist babe.” Penny kissed the face of one of my droids and then I mentally sighed in relief as all of my instances condensed back into my chassis, because thankfully the Sentinels and other Marines are really good at wiping out invaders.
Oof, my head hurts. I’d rather not do that again anytime soon.
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“So you won’t stop me?” Thane questioned Penny once her digital lover had left, leaving the droids to go limp and clatter to the floor.
“Why would I? Nassana is a monster and she needs to be dealt with permanently. I would do it myself if you changed your mind. I’ve come this far, I might as well rid the universe of one of the evils polluting it.” Penny replied to the handsome drell. Damn, Penny thought Nora was kidding when she once told her that Thane was hot. He has this incredible mixture of hardened warrior and penitent monk going on combined with his species’ odd allure.
“That is a rather harsh stance, but one I won’t deny.” Thane clasped his hands and closed his eyes in silent prayer for a moment. “I will join you. Your cause is just, but I must fulfill my contract first.”
“Go right on ahead. Dantius has it coming.” Garrus huffed as he rubbed his healed wound. Medi-gel may be a miracle, but the wounds it healed still itched for a bit afterward.
“I’ve heard of you, Garrus Vakarian. I’ve had to refuse several jobs demanding your head for doing what must be done. I look forward to speaking with you after I join you all on the Normandy .” Thane bowed to them and-okay. Since when was Kasumi’s stealth tech common enough for people to just have ? It would explain how, along with his own skill, that Thane could sneak in, kill his target and sneak out. Great, even as cute as Kasumi is and hot as Thane is, it’ll be tough for Penny to relax with multiple invisible people stalking the ship.
“I better keep Hunter’s knife on me, but seriously, what else does he have hidden under that cloak of his?” Garrus grumbled as he retrieved the large knife.
“I wouldn’t mind finding out.” Tali salaciously commented and Penny snorted as she patted the quarian’s bicep. “Regardless, now we need to find Samara, but I’m exhausted. Should we extend the shore leave another day?”
“Hold on, knowing Nora…” Penny muttered as she brought up her omni and called Jacob. “Jacob, sorry if I woke you.”
“No ma’am. I’m just relaxing in the common room. What do you need?” Jacob asked as Penny began to lead her team back down the tower.
“Has Samara shown up at the Normandy ?” Penny questioned as they got into the elevator.
“Yeah, she said she was contacted by Nora via text with the info she needed and the offer to help her with her mission if she joins ours.” Jacob informed her and Penny smirked.
“Thanks for the update, Jacob. We’re on our way back for a good night’s sleep.” Penny may regret not joining the others in having fun, but despite the near assassination, it was a productive day.
“Roger that Commander. Good night in case I don’t see you before I hit the hay.” Jacob replied and Penny hung up.
“So, within 24 hours we’ll have saved my sister, bought exotic magic potions and melee weaponry, fought off assassins, recruited an assassin, recruited a Justicar and gotten a good night’s rest. Very efficient, Commander.” Miranda complimented and Penny basked in the sensation of a job well done.
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“Eugh...anything for hangovers in those tits, babe?” Jack mumbled to me as she hung off of me while Yola was using Ashley for support. We left Aethyta’s club loft shortly after sunrise once we drained my water-filled boobs into her shower, which involved a lot of interesting contorting and squeezing my tits through the bathroom door one at a time and milking me until I could fit both breasts into the bathroom and be milked faster.
“I could, but my boobs are sore.” I huffed while I tried not to ponder my gigantic pumpkin-sized breasts stretching my suit to the point it was creaking and I drew the eyes of everyone . You’d think all the damage caused by hellbent terrorists would be more important than a quarian with giant tits. Apparently not.
Anyway, without using a milker or being suckled, I can’t get the rest out and I’d been too annoyed with how everyone had to hug, jump and tug on my bosom to get as much water out as possible to finish the job and make a mad dash to the Normandy with the extra time it would’ve taken.
“What about from down here?” Jack asked as she rubbed my groin and I shivered, trying not to get hard after I’d had it so bad with how the others had to maul my mams earlier, but there wasn’t any time for a quickie if we were going to make it back to the ship on time. Planet-side docking fees for ships the size of the Normandy are hefty.
“N-not now and by the time you get it out of me, most of your hangover will have passed.” I huffed and she cackled.
“Please, like I need an excuse to suck your dick.” Jack purred and even with a wince she kissed the cheek of my helmet. “You’re the best lay in the galaxy. I would know, I’ve fucked plenty of guys in my time as a pirate.”
“Hey~!” Yola whined from where she hung off of Ashley like a limpet.
“Sorry Yola, you’re good, but Nora is a beast .” Jack proclaimed and I huffed while we went up the ramp into the ship. “Also, she tastes like razzleberries and you taste like raspberries.”
“It’s true.” Ashley agreed and Yola whined in defeat as I smirked at me having a better taste.
“I see you all had fun. Go straight to the meeting room. Thane Krios and Samara are waiting for everyone.” Jacob told us when we finished entering the ship.
I nodded and dragged Jack to the room where I dumped her on one of the couches, which Ashley mirrored with Yola. Wow, both Thane and Samara are hot, although Samara’s plastic expression really turned me off to her despite her provocative choice in attire bearing absolute cleavage and most of her stomach. Thane, however, even with his attire covering him more fully, just the window of his pecs was enough to go gaga over and he carried this presence that was alluring along with his peaceful expression.
I abstained from speaking with either of them yet, since the crew and the Marines were still gathering. After Jacob entered once the others were in, Penny took the center. “Everyone, I’d like you to meet Thane Krios, master assassin. He’s arranged a contract since I refuse to bring him along pro-bono. You have both mine and his words that he won’t harm any member of this crew.” Oh yeah, Thane isn’t dying because the Empire released a cure for Kepral's Syndrome. He needs to put food on the table.
“I hope that we can get along splendidly.” Thane bowed slightly as he looked around the room.
“This is Samara, a Justicar warrior who has sworn an oath to serve me and not harm anyone on this crew, so long as we don’t break the Justicar Code. If we do, she may have to hunt us down after her membership ends.” Penny warned everyone and Jack sat up.
“Whoa, hold it. I’m an ex-pirate, aren’t you kinda obligated to kill me?” Jack demanded warily.
“Have you murdered innocents, committed rape or destroyed vital societal infrastructure?” Samara questioned in that placid tone of her’s that set me on edge.
“Uh...no, no, maybe not? Does blowing up a pirate base and knocking the asteroid its on out of orbit to collide with another pirate base count?” Jack asked and I just had to wonder why Jack was bothering to ask and risk having the ancient stone-cold executioner going after her.
“Were there innocents at either of these bases?” Samara probed further.
“It wasn’t a slaving operation and it’s not like Omega, so probably not?” Jack shrugged and Samara hummed with a tilt of her head.
“Then the Code cannot judge you without certainty of proof.” Samara replied and Jack smiled.
“Sweet! So can you help me with my biotics? An old bitch like you has to know her shit.” Oh, so that’s why Jack wanted to know. That’s a good idea, I’m surprised she’s mature enough to-oh. I guess her relationship with us has already helped her a good deal.
“Certainly, I do know my ‘shit’ quite well.” Samara replied with a bemused expression that made her plastic face look silly.
“Alright, with introductions out of the way, you two both know we’ve been assigned to a suicide mission. Samara, we’ll drop by Omega soon. Thane, is there anything you would like to get done?” Penny asked the drell who softly smiled.
“I am good to go as I am, but I would like to visit my son and his wife if it is possible.” Thane requested and Penny nodded.
“So we’ll go check on my father’s crash site next?” Jacob asked.
“Yes, although I want to check on Hunter if he’s back.” Penny sighed before the ship’s intercom pinged.
“Commander Shepard. Hunter has been returned, he and Berserker are being tended to right now.” Mordin stated over the intercom and I felt relief while the siblings all swapped credit chits. Uh...is this a regular enough thing that his siblings bet on what state he’ll be in coming back from an operation?
“Alright, I’m coming to the med-bay. Everyone, dismissed.” Penny left the room and I got up to follow. I wanted to check in on my beloved future wife after that scare she got. Jack mewled at me to stay, but Yola flopped on top of her and I was able to escape her adorably needy behavior. I hurried up and wrapped my arms around Penny’s waist in the hall, causing her to perk up and lean into me. “Yeah Nora?” The fact she didn’t even need to see me to tell it was me and not Yola made me feel warm and cuddly inside.
“Are you okay?” I softly questioned as I rubbed her stomach and she hummed in content as she placed her hands over her lower abdomen and gently pressed her butt against my pelvis. “Penny, that’s not an answer.”
“Sorry. I’m still so hungry ...but yeah. I’m fine. That was scarier than almost anything back there, even scarier than when I was spaced and was sure death was coming. I have something more precious than my own life within me after all.” Penny whispered as she pressed my hands against her lower stomach. “I have your children inside me. All I could think of was ‘my babies are in danger’ and ‘I can’t let this happen’. Being a mother puts so much perspective into your thoughts.”
“Penny...if you think you can’t do this. If you think you can’t go through with everything, I can do it for you. I may not be you, I may not be a hero-.” Penny whirled around and kissed me in full view of everyone, not caring about who was watching and I was stunned as she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me in to the point I melted, swooning into her with a leg lifted back.
“*smooch* Don’t you dare think you’re anything less. You’re my hero. If you’re a hero to a hero, what does that make you?” Penny kissed me again and I moaned into her lips, but she pulled away before it could get any more intimate. “I can’t do that. You know I can’t. It would kill me to leave everything to others again . Remember how that turned out? I ended up having to get involved anyway and I was pregnant back then too. It just seems to be my fate, even if I would much rather sit at home and get fat with your tykes.”
“Oh~ please don’t use pregnancy to tease me~...” I mewled, not wanting to go further since she clearly wasn’t in the mood, even if she kinda was, damned Imperial always-on switch.
“Alright, then in that case let’s go speak to the Marines.” Penny took my hand and we walked through the Normandy together down to the med-bay, where Karin Chakwas and Mordin were caring for Berserker while Hunter seemed relatively fine. Their siblings were all here for a moment, but then other than Runner they filtered out. The blond woman instead went to Berserker and gently squeezed one of his hands. Those two are adorably close siblings.
“Are you okay?” She was concerned for his well-being.
“I’ll live. We have two of this galaxy’s best doctors on board.” Berserker praised the duo tending to his wounds.
“Yes. That’s Mordin and Chakwas alright. Thanks for taking those bitches away from me. I wasn’t exactly in a good state of mind.” Penny thanked the man while she rubbed my knuckles, which calmed me and I guess her too.
“So, Bounty and Bandit again?” Runner asked her brother, who nodded. “Ugh, those fucking whores! Next time I'll-pbbbt!” Berserker pinched her lips and she made a cute raspberry noise from the corners of her mouth.
“None of that now.” Berserker shook his head as he let go, smiling at Runner’s pouty face.
“So they’re nemeses of yours. I’m guessing they survived.” Penny said observantly and the Marines nodded.
“Sorry for not being there. I did shut down a potentially hyper-lethal scenario from coming to pass though, so I’ll have to admit I was needed elsewhere.” Hunter stated from his bed with his eyes covered in a blindfold and his ears covered with muffs. Yikes. Mondo migraines for telepaths who overdo it I guess.
“What did you find?” I questioned in concern. If it had one of the Marines declaring it hyper-lethal, then it was definitely quite serious.
“Cerberus was creating a Living Intelligence the size of a Dreadnaught. Luckily there was only one. She calls herself Lupus. She’s very cooperative after I won her little game and she told me about the attack. Now then, that’s taken care of. How are you doing, Penny? Being linked to our wife, the Goddess of Fertility isn’t harming you further in my absence?” Hunter questioned and Penny huffed.
“I’m fine. Sure, it sucks being fucking horny all the time, but it’s also awesome . I’m thankful to Wiatr for giving me the boon of her wife’s form, almost excessively.” Penny admitted and rubbed her stomach with a sigh. “I’m stuffed with babies, but I want more . You say that’s all me though. I can’t deny it either, but still, now ? Of all times?”
“Urta is a Goddess of Fertility who is permanently pregnant, so don’t be so surprised.” Berserker mentioned and I could feel Penny stiffen so much her false form flexed.
“Wait, run that by me again?” Penny asked breathlessly and with a manic gleam in her eyes.
“She’s permanently pregnant?” Runner repeated and Penny suddenly shivered and bit her lip. “Uh-oh-.”
“Gotta-go-bye!” Penny chirped and tossed me over her shoulders before bolting towards her room! Help~! I’m being abducted by a sexy beast who wants me to give her babies~! Oh woe is me~! My fate is to fuck~!
Ch.101
[Primus, kill me now.]
Daughter, please don’t be so melodramatic. They are just children.
“Aunty Nowa, Aunty Nowa! Wook what I dwahed!” Nitina, the ‘youngest’ of Paretia’s triplet daughters cheered as she shoved a crude drawing in my face, one that looked like a blue ball with squiggly lines coming off of it and covered in mouths.
“That’s, um, very nice sweetie.” I awkwardly praised, unsure how to feel aside from my persistent exasperation.
“Do yew know who dat is?” Nitina asked hopefully and I mentally cringed.
“That’s me?” It can only be me. It’s blue, it’s a ball, it’s got tentacles.
“Yea! It yew when yew was a moon!” Nitina declared and I groaned inwardly.
“I don’t remember having this many mouths…” I only had two holes that whole time.
“Dey is cwatahs, cuz yew was a moon!” She informed me helpfully and I smiled weakly.
“Yes, sweetie, I was, but I didn’t have craters.” She’s too young for the birds-and-bees talk.
“Aw, yew don’t wike it?” Nitina wilted and I patted her head to stop the downturn.
“No, I love it. Now go play with your sisters.” I urged her and she ran off giggling, loudly boasting to her ‘older’ sisters that I liked her drawing. “Oh Primus, give me strength…” They haven’t left me alone the instant I got here~! I know I haven’t seen them in ages, but with their modding, they’ve aged faster than normal children and now I get the lovely experience of dealing with rambunctious 5-year-olds when they were 2!
“Don’t you go whining after only a day.” Paretia growled tiredly from where her 7-foot tall body was slumped on the couch nearby as outside, Yola got to be the ‘fun’ aunt right now. I know for certain she was just as tired as I was already, so I was thankful she was keeping them occupied while Martra was in town with Chrys to help her get around since she hasn’t found a model of Navel Pearl that worked with her chassis yet and she’s still got nearly two years of gestation left on her and Gidget’s babies.
“Sorry if we never had the joy of properly raising any of our children. They just grew up too fast for that.” I replied grumpily and felt sadness as Ghost, who looked like a teenager already, wandered through the living room as he played games on his omni. He was a handsome young man already, his lupine regal features were coming in nicely and if he wasn’t my son or so young, I’d possibly consider him a viable companion.
Then there was the fact that in his black punk-rock T-shirt and jeans with a nose ring along with his spiky gelled hair and his indifference to me finally being home really hurt my feelings. He smiled and hugged me when I got home, but aside from that he acted like I wasn’t here half the time. “I’ve learned that teenagers are just like that, passive-aggressive, dismissive and selfish. Don’t take it hard, he’s really happy you’re home. His tail hasn’t stopped wagging since you arrived.” Paretia gently comforted me even if she was burying her face in a pillow.
Further conversation was ended by the doorbell ringing. I groaned and got up to get it, wondering who it could be since Chrys and Martra would just-. “Surprise~ !” I was blasted with smiling faces and cheerful voices before I was pulled into a hug by Penny, Tali and Ashley~! Eee~! I hugged them back, my exhaustion forgotten in lieu of the fact I was seeing my wives!
“Omigosh! I thought you were stuck in the Devorak galaxy a dimension away training to be Badasses!” I squealed before kissing each of them quickly and pausing in bemusement at the sight of the turquoise copy of my wife. “Um, what are you doing here? Aren’t you the Empress?” I mean, she could go places I guess, but wouldn’t she be so busy she’d have to be skipping out on a lot of work just to be here? Why be here anyway?
“Hold on a sec.” Urta unzipped her-holy guacamole those tits ! “Come on out babe!” Urta called into her canyon of cleavage as she patted the sides of her five-foot bubbly spheres of boob.
“Mm~ but it’s so cozy~.” A beautiful red dracowolf cooed as she emerged from the divine cleavage and sat back against said canyon to playfully stick her tongue out at Urta.
“Oh, get off of me you goob!” Urta laughed happily and the new girl obliged so Urta could shrink back down and zip back up. “Anyway, I’m here because I’m not the Empress anymore and to apologize for putting you through over a year of being a shipyard.” I blinked at Urta so promptly cutting to the chase as Martra helped Chrys around us through the double-doors into the house.
“Well, it needed to be done, so...okay? C’mon in.” I shrugged and Urta along with the new girl looked poleaxed as I reentered my home. “I’d give you a tour of the place, but I’m bushed. Find a room and fall into a bed. Mind room 6-9, we have a guest bunking in that one.”
“Is she a yellow wolfbunny? Sex on legs with enough energy to power a city by personality alone?” The red dracowolf asked and I nodded as I remembered what our guest told me.
“Uh, yeah. You must be her sister Brennie? She’s waiting for you, head on down then.” I waved towards the stairwell and elevator at the back of the mansion before watching her hurry excitedly. She seems oddly familiar...
“Aunties!” The tykes cheered and rushed my wives, causing me to smile in schadenfreude as my clearly tired sister stumbled in and smiled at the children moving on to other distractions, who foolishly got on their knees to hug and talk to the tykes. They do not yet know the trap they just fell into! Cuteness belies the horror! The ever-draining horror~!
“About time the cavalry showed up.” Yola whispered as she leaned against me. “Sis, can we just go to bed early today?”
“You’d better, you both look like you’re about to join aunt Par on the couch.” Ghost snorted when he deigned to grace us with his presence as he smirked meanly at how the triplets had already drawn Penny, Tali, Ash and even Urta into playing with them. Meanwhile, Chrys settled into the massive recliner meant for her and Martra picked the sleeping Paretia up to take her to her room. “Need any help getting upstairs to the master bedroom?”
“I’m sure we can manage, son.” I sighed and his ears perked along with his tail wagging a bit faster at me calling him that. “Besides, don’t you want to go meet your aunt Urta?”
“Hm? Isn’t she the Empress?” Ghost scrunched his brows as he looked at the glowing slime vixen, who looked up at us with the smile she’d had when speaking to Valia. “Sure, she seems cool.” I approached her and I used the fact everybody was occupied to head for the stairs and drag Yola up to bed with me.
The master suite had more knick-knacks than I remember and the bed was bigger, more plush. Thank Primus, naptime. *Ploomph !*
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Brennie burst into room 6-9. Of course Vinnie would pick the nearest meme-worthy number the small hotel of a mansion could offer. She caught Vinnie by surprise, the bunny wolf jolting in surprise from whatever she was watching. That didn’t matter. What did was the sexy bitch herself! “B-Brenn-mm! Mm~! Mm~...”
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“So how are things going, Harbinger?” Catalyst asked the leader of the ‘Old Growth’ Planters, who he’d tasked along with several hundred of the converted former Reapers to rebuild the Relay network and also establish defenses to prevent Hell from stealing them too.
[They are-.]
“Harbinger, speak like a polite sapient.” Catalyst firmly chided his first creation and the LI sighed deeply in resignation.
“They are progressing well. The Network has been rebuilt running from Tikkun to Omega and to the Citadel. We are still in the process of restoring the Network everywhere else of course, but at least now the Empire and the Citadel have proper FTL lanes established.” Harbinger reported while inwardly grumbling that Catalyst insisted on verbal reports when he could’ve just sent a data packet and been done with it.
“Good. How are you all doing with integrating with the newborn Planters?” Catalyst questioned as he used his mismatched claws to operate an omni. This implant, so simple, yet so versatile. No wonder this Cycle was so much more inventive and resourceful than any previous one.
“They are still distrustful of us, which I can understand. Most of them have also taken on organic or synthetic crews, which none of us have allowed so far. It is another wedge between us.” Harbinger was unhappy with this divide between them. New and old shouldn’t matter, it never did when they created a new Reaper and they gave the newborn the honor of spearheading the next Cycle. Shame what happened to Sovereign, but they were misguided fools before and he could acknowledge that now.
“Sad to hear, but so long as we all work towards the same goal, we can remain distant if they don’t want to-.” Catalyst looked up as the door of his office in the Presidium slid open and shut. “Keep up the good work, let me know when you reconnect the Sol system.” Catalyst hung up the call and stood up from his desk with a beaming smile. “Kasumi, Ivara. Good to see you.”
“The fact you can see us when cloaked is still unnerving.” Kasumi Goto grumbled before she turned off her invisibility. She’d undergone the full range of mod treatments while in the Empire, so she now stood at 7 feet with the anticipated hourglass body most females who took those usually prohibitively expensive modifications achieved, but she was still wearing Ivara, who appreciated her lover’s new body and made sure to contour to her every curve.
“I’m the Spirit of Synthetics, I can see everything about every even partially synthetic entity I come across.” Catalyst straightened his suit that he had to get used to after his tiny noodly body rapidly grew into a respectable anthro. He could change his shape like his other draconequus brethren, but he preferred the stasis of a single form, which apparently made him an entity of Order, which Draconequus have had to adapt to for stability. “Have you considered my offer?”
“Will it be him?” Kasumi demanded with a surprising amount of conviction for the light-hearted and whimsical woman.
“It will.” Catalyst told her with a bow of his head. “The Graybox has his memories, he will be who he always was. Know, however, that in terms of the Soul, I cannot know. That is why I asked for help on that front.” Catalyst snapped his mechanical fingers and Hermais in his male form appeared holding a towel around his waist and a toothbrush against his beak teeth.
“Oh phooey, I thought I had more time to relax.” Hermais huffed and snapped his fingers, replacing his towel with a proper futuristic business suit and drying his feathers enough to cause his owl head to poof up excessively before he flattened them down and snapped his fingers. This summoned a ghostly woman that, to each person in the room, looked like an unnervingly beautiful representation of their species. “Lady Death, will this LI created from the memories of Keiji Okuda be the same person?”
“?” The beautiful ghost in the simple black dress asked a formless question, which everyone barely understood despite its lack of structure.
“They’re his memories directly.” Kasumi clarified in a mixture of unease and confusion.
“.” Lady Death nodded with a soft smile and held up her left hand and Kasumi gasped at the flickering white flame in her palm. “.”
“Thank you Lady Death!” Kasumi gushed and tried to hug the ghost, but a barrier kept them apart. “Oh, right, I’d die right?”
“.” Death wagged an index finger and winked, her not-said but said words making Kasumi blush behind Ivara’s Loxley mask. “.” At Lady Death’s words, Catalyst held out his hands and Kasumi retrieved Keiji’s Graybox from her cleavage, a trick Ivara taught her, then gave it to him.
“It will be quick considering he already has his memories in order and Lady Death is willing to return the spark of his soul needed for the Rebirth, so long as she get’s to keep the majority of the Soul Energy.” Catalyst restated Lady Death’s words and he plugged into the Graybox before Lady Death pressed the flickering flame into Catalyst. “Here he is.”
Catalyst snapped his fingers and summoned a standalone protocol droid head, which sparked to life. “-Kasumi! I can’t die! She’ll be-w-what? Where am I? Who are-gah!” He gasped through his flanged voice as Kasumi squealed and hugged Keiji’s head to her bosom.
“Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!” Kasumi then ran from the room, laughing as she ignored Keiji’s protests at his girlfriend’s rough handling of him.
“Thank you, Lady Death.” Catalyst softly smiled and didn’t cringe at her disapproving pout. “I know bringing someone back to life isn’t your usual thing, but using synthetics as a medium mitigates the negative impact such a thing causes, right?”
“.” Lady Death pointed at his snout as her lips moved and she smiled beautifically before winking and vanishing.
“She isn’t happy with all the needless death you caused every 50,000 years, said at one point you were like a scheduled torture on the Soul Weave. However, like she just said, she likes how you’re doing things now and appreciates not having so much Soul Energy and souls to process for rebirth and distribution.” Hermais informed the former genocide engine who sat back down.
“I still don’t get why Death doesn’t like...well, death . I guess the more of it there is, the more work she has to do, but is that really it? She seems too cheerful about life.” Catalyst commented, but by then Hermais was already gone, so Catalyst went back to work trying to atone for his sins in his capacity as the official authority on Synthetic Life on the Citadel.
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Bumblebee woke up and noted that his fuel port was being filled with this universe’s variant of Energon. “Hey Bee, how are you doing today?” Martra questioned as she refueled him using a canister of what the locals called Argent, but Bee would call heavily refined Energon. He was surprised he wasn’t getting drunk off the stuff.
“I’m well, Martra.” Bumblebee replied happily. Sure, all he really did these days was rest in the drive or go for a ride with Martra since he reconfigured his interior and turned his doors into ‘suicide’ doors for her to be able to get in and out, but it was a pleasant and simple life, one he appreciated after centuries of constant war between the Autobots and Decepticons.
“Well, Nora and Yola are back. I figured I’d let you know since you slept through their arrival. They’re up in bed themselves already today since the kittens tuckered them out.” Martra chuckled and Bumblebee joined her. He couldn’t remember when he’d last seen little Cybertronians. Hell, he can’t remember the last time he saw a gal after Arcee…
“Thank you for telling me. I would like to meet the gal who acted as the endpoint for my Spacebridge mishap and repaired me.” Bumblebee waited until Martra finished fueling him and he transformed to shake himself and get his servos loosened up. “So, she’s back from building an entire armada?”
“Yeah and she’s just wanting to get some rest, but the kittens don’t understand that.” Martra chuffed and shook her head with a smile as she straightened out her ‘Cream Kitty’ shirt, which had stains on it from a year of tending him. She had more clothes, but she preferred to wear her ‘rag’ when she was working with him. He felt a bit flattered, that she had a sort of ‘uniform’ just for spending time with him.
“For a Proto-hatcher who has constructed so many Protoforms from your description, she doesn’t have much operational time to dedicate to their antics.” Bee snorted in amusement at the image, of a beautiful Proto-hatcher gal besieged by a Trine of little Protoforms and draining her Energon levels rapidly with inane matters. If only such a sight was possible for his people.
“I’m going to guess Cybertronians don’t rapidly mature over the course of a few Mega-Cycles?” Martra’s use of his term for what amounts roughly to twelve standardized months of this galaxy’s timetable helped him understand why his savior might not have the mileage to handle such rambunctious Protoforms. She didn’t have prior experience due to her military duties.
“No, we don’t. It takes 20 Mega-Cycles before a Protoform is ready to discover their Alt.” From the sound of it, Protoforms here can take less than 3 Mega-Cycles to mature? Tragic, so little time to be Protoforms before they’re thrust into the cruelty of the universe.
“Twenty years ?! Dear Wiatr, I can’t imagine having to watch over kittens that long!” Martra winced in sympathy that Bee felt was misplaced. Protoforms were reasonably tame after they were 10 Mega-Cycles old. “Anyway, I just wanted to be out here, away from Urta. Do you mind if we go for a ride?”
“Sure, but who is this Urta?” Bumblebee asked as she transformed back into his car form and Martra climbed in before fastening the unique harness system he designed for her.
“Well, she…”
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I was jolted awake by the blaring of a loud car horn and panted as I tried to reel back the speed of my fluid pump, Yola doing the same next to me. I noticed the 1977 Chevy Camaro in the driveway, so I knew Bumblebee was still here. I guess he’s awake!
I hurried out of bed, making sure my tentacles were covering my nipples, areola and my groin before hurrying downstairs and to the door before I rushed out to find Martra shouting at the Transformer from inside of him, somehow. “Hey! Good to see you’re awake!” They stopped shouting at each other as I approached and put my hands on my wide motherly hips.
“...You’re the gal who somehow received me in your chassis?” I blushed at Bumblebee’s rather suggestive phrasing and nodded. “How did you survive?”
“Oh, I change size and have no upper limit found for my elasticity. So, how did you get inside of me? You just appeared there and I had to size up to get you out.” I approached them and noticed that the seats on the driver’s side, rear seats included, were removed to make room for Martra, who could clearly operate Bumblebee comfortably from a lying position using her forward right foreleg for the pedals.
“You have the Size-Change Belt?! How did you come upon one of Solus Prime’s treasured relics?! Where is it?!” Bumblebee demanded excitedly and I winced as I scratched the back of my head.
“Um…it’s part of me? If I understand my lore right, the belt was the precursor to the built-in size-changing capabilities of the Change Cog, but Primus created me-.” Bumblebee honked his horn and revved his engine loudly.
“What ?! Primus himself-that can’t be! You must be lying! If you are a Prime, show me your Spark!” Bumblebee demanded as he transformed, Martra yelping as she found herself being held in his hand and he towered over me with his mouthless face expressing plenty of fury and distrust, so I leered up in return and shrunk down to my absolute smallest, before I transformed into my shipyard alt, standing his size and looking like a more organic counterpart to him.
“Very well.” I put my hands to my chest, beneath where my breasts connected and I willed my chassis to open, to bare my truest self to him. I felt justified when he gasped, but I was disturbed when he knelt before me after setting Martra down.
“Oh Bearer of the Matrix of Leadership, exalted Prime created by our holy allfather Primus. I apologize for my disrespect. Tell me, what is your title?” Bumblebee’s reverence filled me with unease and I was about to tell him my name, when I got a...a notion from my dad to comply.
“I...am Nexus Prime. Inheritor of the gifts of the original Nexus. I bear in my very Spark the Enigma of Combination.” I...oh Primus...I really am meant to save this universe aren’t I? I essentially have the root of Synthesis in my very soul…Yola is going to have a field day.
Ch.110
“Good to see you again, Shepard. Has your downtime waiting for your vessel been enjoyable?” Laiel asked his second-favorite Spectre amiably as the beautiful vixen stood at a comfortable parade rest before them.
“Beyond enjoyable. It was a sample of what life will be like if I live to retire.” Shepard sighed wistfully with such ease that Laiel almost felt jealous.
“That is wonderful to hear. I almost regret having to pull you back to active duty after all you’ve already done, but we still need you. Especially with Spectre Saren Arterius MIA.” Avetora opened up the chosen-upon initial task they would be sending Shepard to whet her teeth on again after over a year on approved leave.
“What? Saren is...no wonder he never came home…” Shepard’s ears and tail wilted, displaying her sadness. If not for Medulla, Laiel wouldn’t even know how to read Messana’s new inherent body language, which extended to a large number of Imperial and Argentine species.
“He had finished aiding in dismantling Cerberus before we tasked him to hunt down and dispose of the former Dalatrass and her STG loyalists. He simply vanished. One day he was reporting on unusual behaviors, the next check-in and onward he never reported.” Valern grimly intoned and shared the data they had with Shepard’s omni-tool. “There is his last report, the location it was sent from, as well as extra data on his investigations so you aren’t going in blind.”
“Be careful Commander. We can hardly spare another Spectre with all the resources we’re spreading thin to help the Empire and Argentine Alliance track Hellish influence.” Anderson intoned and Shepard nodded in understanding. “That is all we have for you right now, we can call if we have anything for you to follow-up on. Welcome back.”
“Good to be back. However, is there a reason Councilor Medulla isn’t present?” Shepard asked with a tone of concern that Laiel appreciated when their relationship with the Spectre would have normally been professional at best.
“Ah. Medulla and I’s relationship has caused some tensions among my people, who demanded I either end it or step down since it directly influenced my duty. She instead stepped down and demanded I marry her.” Laiel informed the vixen, who perked up and her tail got extra fluffy, wagging so hard she was sending sweet-smelling pheromones everywhere.
“That’s great, but who will replace-?” Shepard’s question was interrupted by Catalyst hurrying into the chamber.
“Sorry! Sorry! Had to talk down a Huttese merchant warlord from having a trade war with a Volus shipping company.” Catalyst huffed as he casually flew up to the empty pedestal. “Apologies, truly sorry. I really need to appoint a new Ambassador to handle these things. So, hey Shepard. Good to see you, did you brief her already?”
“Yes. Catalyst. Please appoint an Ambassador as soon as possible so you don’t have to try and juggle multiple duties at once.” Avetora chided the ancient AI who nodded in agreement. Laiel felt it funny. For so long the Citadel was staunchly against any form of AI, now one sat on the Council as a representative and he was just as fallible as any organic. The irony was poetic.
“Good to see you’ve gotten your act together, Catalyst. I’ll let Nora know you’re doing okay.” Shepard saluted and left since she’d clearly been dismissed and Laiel cracked his back with a grunt.
“How’s the back, Laiel?” Anderson asked with idle concern as Avetora and Valern spoke to Catalyst.
“Mm, better since Medulla started modding me along with the massaging. How are your age-related pains lately, David?” Laiel asked conversationally and his fellow ex-military councilor jogged in place a bit.
“Much better. I have to say, making that deal to loosen restrictions on modding and trading with the Empire have done wonders for-.”
“Repent for your sins, non-believers and your souls will be guided to Urdak to be with the Khan Maykr.” A projection suddenly proclaimed as it appeared in the center of the room. The size was almost as big as the council chamber as the ‘angelic ’ robot swung their arms wide in welcome.
“Oh, hi.” Catalyst casually replied as he hovered up and cleared his throat. “I’m Catalyst, you’re in the seat of power for this galaxy. You’re also showing us your panties.”
“I do not wear-what is this?!” The biomechanical alien screeched as she lifted her robe-like front to expose what vaguely looked like a vagina outlined by cotton panties.
“What’s wrong, false angel?” They all turned their attention towards Brennie, who entered in a manner that suggested she was waiting for something like this to happen. “You entered the same room as the Spirit of Synthetics and thought he wouldn’t be able to hijack you?”
“Spirit of-you mean to tell me you’re a scion of Urdak?!” The Maykr shrieked in shock at Catalyst who huffed and crossed his arms.
“No way. Whatever Urdak really is, they’re an unholy monster unfit to rule. I would know, I used to be one. Now, get out of our dimension .” Catalyst demanded firmly and the Hellish Angel vanished in a red light in a hurry. “Great. Now I have to call in priests, get this place purified, sanctified, blessed…” Catalyst grumbled as he flew out of the chamber and Brennie nodded.
“Good to see we have someone competent handling things here. You all should be on the lookout. The Maykrs don’t like being made fools of.” Brennie warned them and promptly left.
“Those Argentines and their enemies are relentless.” Valern sighed and everyone present shared his sentiment of exhaustion.
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“I am feeling a bit conflicted about this…” I said with a smile at my beautiful daughter. EDI was in her ‘convenience’ alt, which looked like a tanned human version of me in size, shape, definition, the elf ears, everything. She still had the majority of the crew aboard, but she apparently twisted space within her thanks to Dongoruas weaving her interior before she even had me convert her. She was literally a human-sized spaceship with everyone inside pretty much unaffected aside from not being able to leave at the moment.
“I am feeling a bit overjoyed about this!” EDI countered as she cupped her hardsuit-contained b-ball boobs. “I’m still carrying everyone else who didn’t go ashore inside me and I get to go ashore! This is awesome!” EDI cheered, uncaring for the few looks she attracted while we were shopping for non-essentials, like shoes. I may like being naked and barefoot, but I still like to have shoes. Especially odd or sturdy ones for better traction when I go hiking.
“Well, I hope they don’t mind you shrinking them.” I chuckled at the fact that right now, EDI was basically like Capone Bege from One Piece, only she couldn’t let the crew out like this.
“Are you two okay?” Brennie asked when she approached from behind and I squeaked from being caught off-guard. I hate when people do that! At least when it doesn’t include someone I’m comfortable with touching me. “The Council just had a Maykr pop up in their conference room. I’m just making sure they didn’t have anything planned in ‘removing ’ a few of our key players in this war.” She may look calm, but I can see the signs: she’s angry.
“Yeah, we’re fine. One projected a hologram to threaten me and I told her to fuck off. They may be strong, but I know I’m stronger.” I told her with determination.
“That’s good. The kid, Catalyst, got rid of the false angel. Apparently the Maykrs are partially synthetic as well. They can’t come to the Citadel unless they want more organic bits added onto themselves by his Will.” Brennie snorted in amusement, but she still looked pissed off. “Did you hear what happened to my niece, Medulla?”
“My sister in law? Not yet, why?” I asked as EDI and I sat down on a nearby bench.
“Which do you want to hear; the good news or the bad news?” Uh oh...
“Good news.” EDI told him and I had to wonder what Joker and the rest within her were thinking.
“She’s getting married to the turian Councilor.” Brennie answered with a little smile.
“That’s great, but what’s the bad news? Some assholes forced her off the council?” I asked with an irritated huff and I felt validated when she nodded.
“Good guess. Yeah, the turians found out about their Councilor’s relationship with her and protested against it. Demanding they either end it there or Laiel steps down. Medulla was the one to resign and asked his hand in marriage.” Brennie let out a low growl as she clenched her fists which lit up with unfiltered argent energy coursing through them. “Ack! Fucking Hell!”
“Great, I hope her replacement is just as good at keeping the Council on their toes.” I sighed and rubbed my head.
“Grr! I need a stiff drink.” Brennie huffed and then scrunched her snout with consideration before looking at me again. “Can I still get drunk?”
“I’m unsure if I can. All booze does is get processed like the rest, but it is way better a fuel source than anything besides Argent.” I have been unsuccessful in formulating an alcoholic analog of Argent. At least so far. I’m trying out Bee’s recipe for ‘fermenting’ Energon into wine on Argent, but it’ll take months of it aging to find out if it will work.
“I'm the ship.” EDI commented in a clear joke about being the designated driver.
“That’s besides the point EDI, but I’m not sure if going to the clubs or bars here is a good idea.” Brennie sighed while rubbing her face. “And that’s besides the fact I might start a bar fight. Plus their music still sucks ass.”
“There’s a restaurant just near here, if you just want some food.” I offered, since she clearly needed a distraction of some sort.
“Yeah, maybe...hm?” Brennie raised a brow as she examined her arm. “Strange. Am I seeing things? There are faint outlines of my old tattoos and scars, but I didn’t ask Bee to paint me yet.”
“Really? There’s nothing there, are you alright?” I asked as I started to notice that he was swaying a little. “Do you need to sit down?”
“I…” Before she could say more, Brennie collapsed onto her tits, which thankfully saved her face from hitting the ground.
“Brennie!” EDI and I rushed to her side and rolled her onto her back. She wasn’t responding to us, her optics were dimmed and twitching a bit. She was still alive, that's what counted. “What’s happening to-?” I was cut off by a bright golden light blinding us and anyone else around. Once it died we saw that Brennie was gone.
“What happened? Where is she?” EDI questioned as she used her omni-tool to try and track her down. “I’m not picking up her signature.”
“The Scion of Destruction is not on the Citadel or in this reality.” A voice said and we turned to face the newcomer. Only to be surprised at who or what, it was. It was an Angel. An actual Angel in the more modern biblical sense. Not to be confused with the Maykrs. He was an unnaturally handsome human with angelic wings, radiating with holy aura, adorned in divine high-tech armour and a golden halo above his head.
“Who are you and what have you done to Brennie?” I demanded from the Angel. I didn’t really care if he was a simple soldier in Heaven’s Army or an Archangel, I want to know if Brennie was safe or not.
“I’m Gelus. As for the Great Slayers, they are in Heaven. Being tended to. It wasn’t what we wanted, but they need to Ascend right away.” Gelus' answers only left us with questions.
“‘Ascend ’?” Weren’t they all gods with aspects already? I don’t know how it all works...
“A power boost, along with giving back most of their previous powers while keeping and enhancing their new forms. A gift they’ve earned long ago. Hell isn’t fooling around anymore.” The Angel told us with a grim look on his too-perfect face. “Unfortunately, madam Prime, I cannot permit you or anyone else into Heaven. Father’s specific orders. This is a personal matter that he wishes to see through. Also, our form of divinity is not your path.”
Jehovah himself wants to make sure of this? “Well...okay, but what about Vinnie? Out of all of them, she was recently-.”
“We have a special need for Vinnie’s services.” Gelus interrupted me with a faint blush on his too-handsome cheeks and averted his gaze as his wings ruffled. “Well, all of them, really.”
Hoo-boy...wait, their form of Divinity?! No~! I just wanna retire and build things~!
“It is not going to affect your life.” Gelus insisted and backed away when I pointed at his face accusingly.
“Yes it is! My wife is in bed with them~!” I wailed and lamented Penny’s voracious sexual appetite and finding incredible people to bring into the fold. Brennie and Penny are incredibly close both sexually and emotionally and they’ve only known each other for a relatively short time! Also, her twin sister is married to that sexy bitch and it just gets deeper from there!
“You know they wouldn’t let anything interfere with your lives.” Gelus assured me.
“Yeah, they wouldn’t let anything else interfere! They’ve already become part of my life!” I fell to my knees, clenched my fists and raised them to the air as I faced the sky.
DOOM MARINES~!
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“Um...hi?” Vinnie nervously asked/greeted as she twitched her new golden angelic wings and looked around at the absolutely drop-dead-sexy men in white togas pampering her. One fanned her with a broad staff-fan, one was massaging her golden metal paws and one presented her a goblet of wine. All were politely averting their gaze from her naked body, since she’d been getting out of a bath on the EDI when...something happened.
She had absolutely no idea what was going on. One moment, she felt hot , like she was in heat again, but it wasn’t focused in her womb. Then these huge beautiful golden wings erupted from her back as she screamed in pleasure. She’d blacked out in her private room aboard EDI and then she woke up on this throne in a Greco-Roman open-air stone gazebo of decent size.
Vinnie gawked at the sight beyond, of beautiful white stone buildings in similar style to her current location, but what really got her attention were the floating islands . They rested on clouds and everywhere she could see these too-attractive people flying about. “I’m...not going to complain boys, but what is going on?” She asked as she tried not to focus on how sexy and good-looking each of her tenders were. They had bodies Adonis would’ve murdered for.
“We are ensuring your comfort, madam Vinnie. Celestial Ascension is an exhausting affair after all. Would you care for some wine?” The red-haired and red-winged man asked her and Vinnie awkwardly accepted the gilded goblet to sniff the wine. Mm~ it was tangy on the nose. Wait!
“A-Ascension?!” Vinnie squeaked, setting the goblet on the arm of her plush-cushioned stone throne. “W-why now ?! We’ve been doing just fine without Heaven’s direct intervention! We were okay with you just assisting us!” Vinnie’s heart was racing, a mixture of fear and anxiety causing her head to fill with all the potential ways she could escape, if one could escape Heaven. Heaven was far more notorious for keeping things in than Hell. The irony.
“Actually, as much as it pains us to say, we need your assistance.” Her wine-bearer blushed and Vinnie quickly connected the dots, her core instinctively tightened in anticipation and she joined him in turning more red than golden. “We are not prudes, but our numbers are nowhere near comparable to Hell’s, let alone the proliferant numbers of mortals. Father has declared an emergency and as such, there have been a number of volunteers to-.”
An explosion went off as a man yelled.
“That would be Brennie I bet?” Vinnie asked while she mentally applauded the calm her companions maintained, the one massaging her feet didn’t even pause, neither did the fan-bearer. She wasn’t sure she would be calm in their position if Brennie felt the need to return to being Bryan when she was beyond happy to be female and potentially stay female.
“It’s actually Slayer. Brennie is thankfully weaponless. We’re doing our best to calm Slayer down. Thankfully This Slayer is not even close to what we’ve seen in terms of rage, motivation and raw power. At least unlike the First Slayer, he can think beyond endless rage to the point of near single-mindedness. This is only the second time he’s destroyed infrastructure.” The fan-bearing black haired and winged celestial informed her and Vinnie sighed.
“Alright. So, I’m your breeding machine? Is that it? I’m the Goddess of Life and I’m the best suited? Why not Urta or Wiatr then? They’re Fertility.” Vinnie questioned and her massager moved his hands up her solid golden metal calves to her thicc muscular thighs and she bit her lip as his fingers worked her muscles so well she felt like her legs were weightless. Huh, she could feel his touch on her metal bits just fine and she didn’t even realize it before it was gone.
“Not quite. Yes, we wish to sire many wonderful children with you, Lady Vinnie. However, it is entirely your choice, as it is with the others. As for why you all and not the paired Goddesses of Fertility; they are your greatest asset for keeping your numbers high. Their presence on the mortal plane alone causes organic life to efficiently and effectively mass-reproduce.” Her blue haired and winged masseur informed her and she took a deep pull from her wine.
“If you bargain with them, then we would suffer. I get it. Our soldiers don’t need us around to work efficiently. I trust my troops, my siblings trust theirs.” Vinnie ran her eyes over the three men and licked her small yet plump lips before grinning ferally, the men’s wings fluffing up. “I hope you boys are ready. I’m about to send you even higher than heaven!”
“Sorry, but you must first go through the Divinity Machine before getting intimate with any of us.” Her masseur told her.
“Aw~.” Vinnie pouted sadly. They got her all excited and everything. Oh well, she would just have to wait until this Divinity Machine does its thing on her and her siblings. Wait, hold on, that Divinity Machine?! The one none of them went through unlike the original DOOM Slayer?! “D-doesn’t that hurt? Like, really bad?”
“Which is why you must wait. Also, the relief afterward will be quite palpable.” Her masseur said with an apologetic tone and Vinnie gulped nervously.
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“Since when did you gals invite the Maykrs up here?” Brennie huffed as she squeezed the ass of the beyond beautiful buxom white-winged yet dark-skinned Maykr woman who had been serving her wine. The tentacle-legged woman jumped and giggled at the touch. It wasn’t just Brennie being her usual flirtatious self around beautiful ladies, she was quite curious to see a purely organic Maykr. “I thought the Maykrs were demons pretending to be angels.”
“Don’t be so mean, Lord Brennie.” Mewled the petite brown-winged olive-skinned maykr angel fanning the equally naked dracowolf woman while another of these exotic ladies massaged Brennie’s rippling musculature. She was rather perplexed and bemused that she could feel the masseuse working her metal paws and calves just fine.
“Some of us didn’t want to follow through with the Khan Maykr’s plan, who made a deal with the Devil himself in the mistaken belief that it was some ‘higher’ power.” Scoffed the red-skinned and black-winged maykr masseuse. “We are originally of Heaven and came before most of the celestials. There are human-like angels here as well since they were the only ones to directly worship Jehovah, but we’re the ‘old guard’ so to speak.”
“Oh, well that makes things come together a little better.” Brennie sipped the wine and licked her lips. “Sorry, don’t you have something less bitter?” Her answer was a cheeky grin and the olive-skinned maykr approached before tossing the contents of the goblet over the side of the clouds and then milked a golden fluid from her left nipple into it. Brenni warily sipped it and groaned at how delicious it was.
“Ambrosia. It’s usually too much for people from the mortal realms to handle, but you’re already a celestial.” That reminded Brennie of her new addition and she looked back at her metallic red feathered wings. “Now then, you know that we would love to watch new angels be born from your womb, but you lack the same blessing upon it that Vinnie does. We would like to request that after you go through the Divinity Machine, that you be male to breed with us.”
“Well, you are exotic and sexy...but I’ve enjoyed being bred as a female too much to just act as the sire all the time. If I’m going to be helping you all out with this, then I expect to get the most fun out of it that I can.” Brennie admitted before she got to see makyrs look disappointed for the first time. They got all wilty and their beady quad-eyes got all moist. “Gah! Not the eyes! How do you have those eyes too damn it!”
Ch.116
I must’ve blacked out after having my entrance so heavily abused, because the next thing I remember is waking up at a respectable size, squeezed in EDI’s hangar bay between one wall and the Hammerhead. “Oh~...my poor pussy…” I’m sore, in a good way. If I was bipedal right now, I’d be doing a noticeable limp. Or better yet, do as I am now and sprawl on the floor.
“Oh, good, you’re awake. We have a situation, mom.” EDI said before I transformed into my naked quarian-ish alt and staggered with that limp I’d just considered having.
“What is it, baby?” I asked blearily while I used my tendies to cover my naughty bits. I’m too tired to bother getting dressed up right now, Penny can chew me out later.
“The pirate fleet arrived much sooner than we thought they would…” This got me woke right the fuck up and my aches and pains faded while my body responded like an organic one would to a fight or flight situation, allowing me to run with speed through EDI towards the bridge. “We’re hiding right now. I can’t be detected if I hold here, but there’s so many of them that I can’t possibly squeeze through without us getting spotted.”
“Where is Hunter? I know I remember him arriving.” I asked while dodging crewmembers.
“I’m here, but even with my power I can’t mindfuck all of them at once.” Hunter telepathically intoned from wherever he was, reminding me of his newfound semi-omniscience. That was going to get old very fast. “Sorry.” Not helping your case dude. “...Sorry.” Stop apologizing! “Sor-shutting up.”
“That might not be the worst part. That corpse on the planet, a huge hell portal opened up and pulled it in shortly after we GTFOed out of there with Arterius. We got an image as it tore though the crashed ship.” Grunt told me when I arrived on the bridge, sharing an image he captured with his omni. It showed a massive skeleton being lifted by Maykr tech.
“Do we even have a plan?” I asked and Urta approached me. “Oop!” I blushed when she stabbed her arm shoulder-deep into my absolute cleavage created by my tentakini, then blinked in bemusement when she pulled out the plain wooden anthro mask that lacked any features aside from the rounded vulpine snout.
“You’re a Displaced, you have at least one token. Try using it. I swear, you’re worse than Wiatr about this kind of thing.” Urta slapped the mask on my face-.
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I was sitting in a log cabin, sipping tea when I jumped and set it down. “Ah, hello. First time summoner who didn’t have time to call first or someone slapped our mask on thine face?” I heard from my own lips, in an entirely different voice. Why is my skin silver and shiny?
“Ah, yes. The second one.” I said in the eerily not-mine voice before I purred without being the one to do it.
“Oh, can I help? It’s been forever since I moved in with you, love~. Well, main, not time-altered me.” A voice that sounded both indescribably beautiful yet horrifically terrifying asked as thousands of predatory slitted golden eyes opened in the very air . Fuck. Oh fuck. It’s like someone combined Hermaeus Mora with LSD!
“No, Sam, We do not believe it wise to barrage a Displaced with too much at once, especially not one doing their first summoning. Now then, this voice...Nora?” I nodded in surprise that she remembered me. I could barely remember that I even had Lunahisa’s mask even after all these decades. “Yes, it’s been a few weeks, but We remember thee.” Weeks?! Holy time dilation Batman! “Be warned, summoning us involves potential unwanted bodily transformations.”
“H-huh?” I asked in bemusement before Lunahisa held out my, er, her hand and it morphed and deformed around, revealing she wasn’t a silver-skinned person with latex-like gloss, she’s an opaque silver slime! “Oh...well, um...we need help escaping an armada of space pirates. Is there anything you can do about that?”
“Certainly! We can easily toss thine aggressors aside with our telekinetic might! At least, well enough to create an opening to escape, will that do?” Lunahisa asked and I nodded eagerly. “Splendid! Now then, be warned that being slimed by us is a fairly random outcome. Our summoners have worn us for as little as a few minutes and been slimed, to as long as weeks and been unaffected. Know that being a slime isn’t terrible, if anything it’s rather wonderful.”
“I’m a cybertronian, I don’t want to know what becoming an ever-flowing living mass of transformium or whatever would be like.” I mewled uncomfortably and Lunahisa tsked.
“In that case, thou can request someone either already a slime or willing to be slimed, to be the one to wear us and allow us to possess their body until taken off or dismissed.” Lunahisa replied-.
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-I was back aboard the EDI and yanked the mask off. “Okay, Urta. Summoning her risks the wearer becoming a slime, but you or Penny could do it without risk. First though: any non-synthetic people here want to risk turning into a slime?” I called out to the bridge and got no takers, just a few people snorting and shaking their head, Joker even burst out laughing.
“Well, I’ve never summoned Lunahisa. Wiatr says it’s fun, so I’ll give it a try.” Urta huffed and slapped the mask on. She turned from her gray and white fluffy appearance to a slimy gooey alicorn-like chimera of silver slime wearing Urta’s hardsuit. “Whoa! I thought I was a horny bitch!”
“Well, we’re both Goddesses of Fertility. We just happen to have all of our universe’s Aspect for it unlike thine shared one.” Lunahisa purred, her beautiful regal pony face winking at me while her lion paws spread out and she stretched her talons high as her long lion tail twitched. It was about now that I noticed the crown of antlers framing her head and entwined with her long, fluted horn. “Now then, aim us at thine issue and we’ll do our level best to batter it.”
“As nice as that is, we need to get in position first. Joker, get us aimed for Osun so we can use the Mass Relay there to hightail it to Omega.” Penny ordered our pilot, who promptly began to orient the EDI and Lunahisa sauntered up next to the pilot to be ready. “Now then, why are you naked again?” Oh no, not this again.
“Because I was in a hurry to get here and-.” I bit my lip when Penny grabbed my boobs around my tentakini and she snarled lustfully at me.
“Do you have any idea how hard it is not to fuck you right here and now with that sex bomb you summoned dumping sex pheromones everywhere? Report to my bunk. Now . I’ll be along as soon as we’re out of danger.” Penny growled, kissed me hungrily, then spun me around and slapped my ass, making me yelp and run away from my carnally charged wife before she could give in to that urge. I prefer my sex nice and private, thank you!
“Well, I may have caused an issue.” I mewled and sighed, remembering the warning adage Hunter and his siblings espoused: ‘Summoning a Displaced tends to complicate things more than deal with them’. I can see that already. Just summoning Lunahisa has caused Penny to become sexually stressed. I can only wonder what she’s doing to Urta who was hosting her.
“What issue would that be?” Jack snorted in amusement as she and Ghost followed me from the bridge, having caught up quickly because Jack was riding Ghost’s beast alt by hugging tightly to his back so she didn’t possibly hit anything. “All I saw was Penny ready to fuck you into a screaming pile of horny bitch.”
“It was funny to see.” Ghost snickered and I pouted at them both with my arms crossed under my bust.
“So now that I have you two alone: what are your plans going forward?” I asked my lover and my adopted son, the two blinking at me in bemusement. “You two are already as thick as thieves within the space of a day and a half.”
“Take it from me, that’s not too much of an exaggeration.” Kasumi commented from next to Ghost, who yelped and jumped away, but by then Kasumi was gone again.
“Well...he’s my best buddy. He’s big, he’s fluffy, he’s cute. He’s also kinda hot too for someone who hasn’t finished developing. That’s a plus.” Jack patted the side of my son’s fluffy neck and scratched at one of his hand-sized ears.
“J-Jack~!” Ghost whined, his ears pinning back and looking like a kicked puppy despite the fact he was bigger than a traditional quadrupedal horse. “Not in front of my mom…”
“Shut up and accept your praise, dummy.” Jack snarked and began playfully hugging his head and play-biting his ear, causing him to yelp and laugh as he bounced and wriggled to try and get her off. “Who’s a cute boy? Who’s the cute boy?!”
“M-me! I’m the cute boy~!” Ghost panted and yipped happily before she ceased tormenting him with adorable snuggles and patted his head. Wow was his tail wagging a mile a minute. That was so cute I think I might have contracted cyber-diabetes.
“So, you’re going to be future fuckbuddies? Nothing more serious?” I asked probingly and Ghost blushed hottly while Jack gave me a predatory smirk that I knew too well. “Be good to him, Jack.”
“Hey, he’s my boy. I’ll do right by him. Especially since he’s your boy and you did right by me. Speaking of which; I’m bunked in the same group of beds as the rest of our lawfully married group. Oh, also, whenever we all get back to Rannoch, we have to go through with the orgy ceremony. This ring ain’t really real until that awesome party happens.” Jack twisted her bright ruby wedding band on her finger. “Now then, let’s go play in the hangar Ghost! I think we might even be able to coax that pyjak, Oil, out for a chase.”
“Gah, why!” My son whined and sat up straighter when there was a visible increase in mass below him. “Um...uh...gotta go!” Ghost sped away really quick, which caused Jack to squeal in surprise and she laughed as she landed on her ass. Did...did his balls just literally drop? Or something? Oh no, he’s still in puberty, that’s right. Poor boy. Having to hear his mom and his future girlfriend/lover talk about sex and stuff must’ve also been torment on his budding libido.
“Oh, he could have stayed and I’d have taken care of it. I wouldn’t mind having that large bone in my mouth or even pounding my pussy.” Jack chuckled with a lick of her lips.
“Jack, please don’t talk like that about any of my children when I’m around.” I groaned at the unwanted images. I don’t want to think of my children like that. Ew.
“Hey, Ghost is hot and he’s not even done developing. I’m thinking he might even get as big as Penny said Pillar is.” Jack licked her lips and I blushed hotly at remembering all the lurid details Penny shared of her passionate encounter with Pillar in the hangar. It may have been over a year ago since then, but even now I remember how incredible he was just from Penny’s descriptions.
“...Now I hope my boy does get that big, if only so I know he’s strong enough to handle himself.” 14 feet of anthro hunk? Yes, I hope my boy does grow that big, because then he wouldn’t even need to use his alt to do serious damage. Also because if Jack has her eyes on my boy as her prize, then he’ll need all the advantages he can get to avoid her overwhelming him.
“Wow Nora, you really have an off switch when it comes to your brats, even adopted ones.” Jack snickered and grabbed my ass, snapping me out of my pondering over my boy’s development with a squeak. “Now get going! I wanna get started before Penny or anyone else joins in!”
“N-now?!” I’m in no mood right now with all this talk of my son’s body!
“Yep! Talking about your son has me fucking hot right now, so I’m gonna take it out on his mom!” Jack clacked her teeth and began pushing me down the hall by my ass.
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Saren snapped awake, but didn’t move when he noticed the feeling of an IV in his stump of an arm. That was odd. Usually if he had an IV that meant unbearable agony was soon to follow, but instead he felt numbed, a bit cold even. He wasn’t dying though, none of the proper signs of it were present. “Spectre Arterius. You’re an impressively hardy one, even for a turian of your age and physique.”
He turned his remaining eye towards the voice and saw a woman he faintly remembered was part of Shepard’s crew and responsible for adapting the first human-friendly gene mods from samples of Imperial mods and medicine that she’d gotten ahold of first due to her association with Nora and Yola of clan Feell. “Doctor...Chakwas?”
“You even remember me despite never properly meeting me. That’s a good sign. I’m going to be blunt with you, Spectre. Your arm is gone, your eye is gone, I’ve had to amputate one of your legs and one of your remaining fingers. You’re effectively quite crippled. Thankfully you have options, but that’s for later. Rest now or I will drug you to sleep.” Dr. Chakwas warned him with a stern glare and Saren promptly let himself relax.
His career may well be over now...oh well, he’d been wanting to go home to Paretia and his little whelps for the longest time. It was time to marry the girl and give up this life…after sleep...
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“It’s been a year already?” Bryan blinked in shock at Jehovah, who looked like a wizened middle-aged human man whose hair had gone shock-white and matched his halo and wings.
“Yes, Bryan. You’ve done well. With the many healthy celestials born of your efforts both directly and from Samur collecting your excesses for artificial insemination, along with all of the eager volunteers of both genders. My beautiful scions of Good will have effectively quadrupled our numbers within the span of 16 years here. That isn’t even mentioning Collateral and Vinnie’s efforts.” Jehovah informed him and Bryan puffed out his chest pridefully.
“Well, if there’s one thing my wives have done to me over the millenia, it’s made me a skilled lover.” Bryan enjoyed giving pleasure to his partners. It was why Selene continued to stick with him aside from the two of them getting to know one another personally and her being responsible for aiding Samur in collecting his overabundance of sperm for donation.
“Indeed. Speaking of which, after Selene births her next brood, good job by the way, 16? Anyway, I’ll send her along to join you. Her heart is with you now, not Heaven. I won’t begrudge any of my children who wish to leave now that they know the Good mortals can offer.” Jehovah snickered through his nose and Bryan snorted in shared amusement.
“Thanks.” He said before letting out a sigh. “But I need to see Luci.”
“To confess, my son?” Jehovah asked knowingly, not at all upset that he wanted to do this with his sister and not him. While confessing sins to him meant absolution, it didn’t mean the confessor was emptied of their guilt. If anything, the guilt mounted. He understood that Luci devoured the Evil confessed to her and thus confessions were best spent on her, not him.
“To confess, yes.” Bryan nodded his head, before feeling hands clasp on his shoulders. “I also need Cocoa and Urta there as well. She needs to hear me and Cocoa to confirm.”
“My dear boy, I know there were some times you wanted to call it off, break away from that which you feel is a threat. You can be quite malicious when someone threatens you, but talk to them about it. I know you may think they won’t listen to you or understand you, but just try to talk to them.” Jehovah kindly imparted wisdom he felt the man needed to hear.
“... I’ll try.” Bryan nodded his head and Jehovah pulled him into his embrace-he was suddenly laying atop Wiatr, face nestled in her breasts and she sleepily blinked at him.
“Mm...Bryan? When did you get back?” Wiatr mumbled as she leaned up and gently smooched his brow, the slime skaven pulling her arms up out of the blankets to gently hug him.
“Just now. Where’s Urta and Cocoa? I need to see Luci and confess.” Brennie stated as he sat up and inspected the bedroom. She was alone, oddly enough.
“But We already confessed, for all four of us…” Wiatr tiredly protested and Bryan noted that she was unusually exhausted. Usually Wiatr was a boundless wellspring of energy. Carnal energy being the Goddess of Sex on top of Commerce and Fertility, but still energy.
“Well, I still need you to hear me out.” Bryan insisted.
“Mm...is it okay if just Willow goes with you? We’re so tired, sweetie…” Wiatr mewled and now Bryan was worried.
“Are you okay?” The last time she was this lethargic, she was under a curse. The time before that was a lethal poison someone had concocted specifically for her and she barely survived both times.
“Yeah...just exhausted. A foreign goddess of Fertility visited and channeled through Urta, which means I had to completely donate Fertility to her. We’re out an Aspect and We’re weak.” Wiatr told him and closed her eyes, about falling asleep before he shook her.
“Just Willow is fine if you think you can manage even that right now, considering Willow was the root of your Fertility Aspect.” Bryan suggested and she mewled.
“Baby, We are the root. Not just a single one of us.” Wiatr closed her eyes and from her bust emerged the rainbow iridescent fluffy milfy vixen he’d fallen for so long ago. The lustful kitsune was essentially the entire reason he, Hunter, Visilia, all of them got pulled into this wonderful but overwhelming family.
“Hey, babe.” Willow murmured tiredly and kissed him before she crawled into his arms and he picked the beautiful two-tailed anthro vixen up before carrying her out of the room. “I’m too tired to talk much, can I just listen?”
“Sure thing, sweetie. That’s all I wanted you to do; listen to my confession.” Bryan gently said as he put his chin on her brow while she buried her snout in the crook of his neck and breathed in his scent. He definitely still smelled of sex despite cleaning up properly and putting on a clean toga before Jehovah sent him home. It was her Aspects that he often participated in the most despite him and Urta having more in common there.
Walking out of the room, Bryan found Vinnie and Cocoa waiting out in the hallway for them. Jehovah must have figured this point in time was the best for them to be here. “Cocoa knows most Secrets, including what you want to confess.” Cocoa commented as they followed him.
“We all have things to get off our chests. Some more than others.” Vinnie said before they arrived at Luci’s room, where she was clearly waiting with tea and biscuits. She even had a therapist couch, normal couch and recliner. Well...this isn’t going to be easy.
Ch.117
“...Let me sum this up, since it was a confession to me too. You...you created contingency plans, in case one of us goes rogue, because of what Urta did to half of that planet?” Willow asked with a saddened mewl, her ears wilted, but her eyes understanding.
“Urta didn’t stop when she killed that Imperial CO, she took it out on the fucking planet. Killing not only innocent civilians, Imperial forces and enemy forces, but our warriors were caught in that mess. Since then, none of our own has forgiven her or the Empire as it was also the first of many cracks.” Bryan told her with an angry sigh. He still remembered that day.
Even when Urta was properly punished for it, the fear they felt led to the realization of just how dangerous they have all become. Especially Urta, who fucking embodies Power ! If she let loose once , possibly a whole portion of a galaxy would just be sucked into the black hole that is her fucking body!
“It is why the Argentines distanced themselves from us, they believe we are all heading towards a collapse.” Cocoa nodded in understanding. “Which, sad to say, is in the cards despite all our efforts. We will stay the course as long as possible.”
“Hunter and I had to stop at least twenty attempted assassinations aimed at our children’s lives. These were Imperials who managed to bypass our interdimensional security measures over five thousand years ago.” Vinnie stated, surprising everyone present, except Luci and Cocoa.
“What? Why?” Bryan asked his sister, who gave a weary look.
“They thought we were either a threat to the Empire, or that we needed to be reborn to become stronger before the End Times consume us all. Mostly the latter.” Vinnie answered with a shake of her head. “I didn’t want to believe them, but after what Urta did and how Imperials are undermining their leader’s authority, I think we need to prepare for the worst.”
“Well, shit. We should’ve seen this coming.” Bryan sighed and side-hugged his sister.
“You know, there was that one incident where I lost sight of you five, out on the edge of the Dark Zone . Tell me, what happened?” Luci inquired of the two Doom Marines, which confused their wives.
“We can’t tell you the whole story, however, what we can tell you is this: there is an entity living within the Dark Zone found in our galaxy. It’s the reason why that’s there, stating that it’s working something there. There’s more: it made us an offer that was too good to be true. We declined, but it’s still there.” Vinnie informed Luci, who raised a brow at them.
“The true power of Freedom as it, or he, stated. However, the price for it was one hundred years of servitude.” Bryan explained further, which made Luci lean back in shock.
“I’m sorry, what?!” To say Luci was shook is an understatement.
“It doesn’t matter, we’ll deal with it later. That’s all I have to confess, thank you and goodbye you bitch.” With that said, Bryan and the others left Luci to freak out over whoever, or whatever, this entity was.
“Well, that went better than expected. Are you okay now?” Vinnie asked her brother with a concerned look.
“For now. I’ll feel better after I-.” Bryan was interrupted by a flash of light next to him so he turned to see the newcomer.
It was Selene, no longer pregnant and with a body matching his other wives from her successive hyper pregnancies! She was wearing a clean toga and beamed at him with her perfect shiny teeth. “I am here, Bryan!” Selene chirped happily.
“Selene, perfect timing. Then again Jehovah seems to be a bit of a troll like Luci, even if I bet he’d deny it. Anyway, I’m about to unwind and then go on a glorious demon-killing spree. Wanna come with?” Bryan asked his new mate, who beamed brightly before technology rivaling their own and Hell’s wrapped over her body in super-advanced armor as she levitated.
“Do I?!” Selene chirped and Bryan summoned his own armor that was altered to accommodate his wings before he sprinted down the hall towards where Cadence and Cadenza stayed when not in the Crystal Empire, considering those two were thicker than thieves and Bryan likely wanted to visit them before heading off.
“Wait up, you bastard!” Vinnie called out to him.
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I was laying on my back, my breasts quaking with each heaving breath as I vented the accumulated heat in my chassis. Around me, on Urta’s massive bed, sprawled the womb-stuffed forms of all of my immediate lovers and wives. I’d just spent the past...I don’t know, fucking them senseless since Penny and Urta exuded this aura and pheromones that drove us all mad with a need to breed.
I weakly raised my head, looking over the fallen and slumbering forms of Penny, Urta, Tali, Ashley and Jack. Yola was opposite me on the massive room-dominating bed, in a similar state of overheat and likely in equally dire need of Argent if Urta and Penny hadn’t been breastfeeding us both the whole time.
“Never again, are we going to let either Urta or Penny wear Lunahisa.” I declared while gasping and venting, Yola wordlessly nodding in agreement.
That said, I grunted as I carefully removed my hectocotylus tentacle from Penny’s cunt, Yola doing the same with Urta’s quim. Once we were free of the two ravenous slime vixen twins, we used our tendies to leave the room and sprawled naked on the room linking our various private rooms together.
“You two are impressive. Handling the sexual rampage of a Fertility goddess and her synchronized twin sister, along with three other lustful women.” Hunter appraised from where he sat reading his omni-tool on one of the other beds. He wasn’t registered to that room...Jack’s, so he could use the bed as a bed rather than as a portal. “Especially since Urta used herself as a sink for the aura that Lunahisa projected to prevent the whole ship going loco in the coco.”
“That was basically how it gets when we’re all together with Marrow involved. Only much more frantic and desperate.” Hearing Jack beg for us to cum in her womb was both disturbing and hot as a blue giant .
“That said, I think we could do without a ‘fuck aura’ screwing with our dynamic.” Yola huffed and I nodded in agreement with my sister-wife.
“Yeah, not so much fun, but it’s so hot.” I moaned as I wriggled my poor abused hectocotylus noodle to help ease the perceived soreness I had from how much rapid repeated movement I’d had to do with it. “Still though, if we ever need Lunahisa again, we’re going to need someone else that isn’t a goddess related to sex or reproduction to wear her. Speaking of which, how are we doing? Urta and Penny just jumped our frames without a word.”
“We’re heading back to the Citadel for a debrief and to get Saren some medical aid.” Hunter informed us as he watched us get up on our knees and flop back onto our asses with our tentacles still too tired to cover our naughty bits right now, so we were giving him a show, but too tired to really care. “As for that pirate armada and what you discovered, Zanethu and the Ploitari system as a whole are about to be sieged by a joint venture of the Empire and Argentines before they can launch anything towards Tuchanka or Omega or find more Hell artefacts.”
“So, Lunahisa was able to make a hole in the blockade long enough for us to slip through their net. Good. Now then, are you just going to sit there or help us up?” I huffed indignantly at the semi-omniscient man.
“I don’t know, the view from here is rather nice.” Hunter answered with a sly smile.
“Aren’t you married?” Yola asked with an exasperated roll of her eyes.
“In an open polyamory. Kinda like you. That aside, I tend to keep my carnal urges for them. It doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy the sight of two beautiful busty MILFs panting and messy on the floor.” Hunter snorted in amusement before his gray halo pulsed and I found myself on my feet, leaning against Yola.
“Thanks.” I tiredly muttered and managed to retract my tentacles enough for my usual three to form my tentakini, Yola doing the same. “Eugh...you got any tricks in that fancy halo of yours to ease the aches and soreness? I haven’t felt like this in...over 30 years...holy shit I’m 57. I feel old.” I also somehow managed not to turn into my strict-as-hell mother.
“Pfft, sis, even if we do age, we’ve got potentially millions of years ahead of us. You’re not old.” Yola snorted in wry amusement before sighing. “Yeah, really, do you have anything?”
“I just got my old powers back. The only reason I knew how to levitate you to your feet is because I’ve had telepathy and telekinesis for a long time already.” Hunter shrugged and I bemoaned the fact that we may need to make a trip to Chakwas, citing sexually-related overexertion.
Hm, we might as well check in on Saren while we’re there.
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Saren’s remaining eye snapped open upon hearing the staggering pairs of metallic clanking that signified either a pair of droids, drones or more synthetic androids approaching. He felt relief upon seeing his mate’s wives Nora and Yola enter the medbay. He didn’t find them physically appealing, but he did admire their personalities and competence to the point he didn’t care what they looked like. “Come to pay me a visit?” Saren almost didn’t recognize his own voice, hoarse and raw from screaming in torment from extensive torture sessions.
“Holy shit, you look worse than I thought you were.” Hissed Nora or Yola. He had trouble telling them apart right now. His ability to see color was currently ruined by whatever toxins his torturers had filled his veins with, so their identifying navy blue and maroon red forearms and calves looked the same to him at the moment.
“I’m just glad I don’t feel as bad as I am.” Saren wasn’t one to shy away from pain, but in this instance, he’d welcome this hazy reprieve from it. “Heads up: I’m retiring. Even if I get all my missing bits replaced with synthetics or you convert me, I’m done after this.”
“I hear you. Paretia’s been worried sick. Martra is on board, so after you get patched up, she’s likely to drag your sorry ass back home.” One of the Feell twins said and Saren felt more relief already. Like with Nora and Yola, he wasn’t physically attracted to Martra, but the huge tauric feline was great to be around and he wouldn’t deny that despite his lack of physical attraction, she could wring pleasure from him regardless.
“So, what will happen to me?” Saren asked with what he hoped was a cheeky look. Half his face didn’t want to comply with moving, the same half that was missing an eye.
“After you get your bits replaced, I’m going to convert you into a Cybertronian so you’re not a living reference to the Terminator and send you back home where Paretia might just force you to make more whelps with her. The triplets have already grown so much without their father thanks to the mods they were given to accelerate their development and then drastically slow their aging once they reach physical maturity.” Ah, this one is Nora then. She does have the stronger aura of command about her.
“Then it is in fact time to retire. For my people this is considered disgraceful, but considering I’ve been crippled by my last mission; it’s an acceptable outcome. Especially since I still have my mate, my whelps and my home.” Saren sighed and felt a wave of grogginess come upon him…
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“Really, Chrys?” Paretia asked her niece in exasperation. The turian woman had grown to match Saren in height at 7 feet, but remained whipcord lithe and athletic. She’d also seemingly de-aged despite only being middle-aged when she got modded. Now she looked to be in her prime again, something she was idly lamenting right now.
“Yes. We need more master pilots to base our automated teaching simulators off of.” Chrys pleaded with her aunt as she practically leaned on her mumu-covered hyper-pregnant middle. She’d decided she liked being nearly immobile whenever she didn’t need to get anywhere fast or squeeze into anything. She also enjoyed having Gidget dote on her in this state.
“...Eugh, money is a bit tighter than I’m used to since Nora and Yola’s revenue is not being directed here, what with them off being Big Damn Heroes again. I do miss flying...it’s just recording my performance in the sims, right?” Paretia caved, she could use the money this job offer would provide. Nitina, Ultia and Vitala were all growing so fast too, going through clothes and phases of emotional and mental states so quickly it was a constant drain on her physical, mental and even spiritual health. Not to mention her credit account.
“Yep! I’m not asking you to train a class of pilots personally, I’m just asking you to run through simulations and maybe even come up with more challenging ones to run through too.” Chrys happily insisted before she gasped and her 4-foot across belly luched as she spasmed and gushed fem-cum down her thighs and underbelly. “Oh gawd~...unf...sorry. Growth spurt.”
“Damn you make me jealous every time I see that.” Paretia grumbled and rubbed her lower stomach, missing the wonderful time she had when her trio of troublemakers were in her tummy. “So when does this job start? How long will it last and since you’re using recordings of me, do I get royalties so long as it’s used?”
“As soon as you want, as long as you and we feel we need more simulations and lessons and yes.” Chrys informed her aunt after she’d come down from gasping for air and floating on cloud nine. “You’re the most skilled pilot not just in the Tikkun system, but perhaps this side of the galaxy. You’re wasted on retirement, auntie.”
“Damn straight and I’m staying retired. This is a one-time thing.” Paretia insisted to her niece.
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“You call this shit a simulator?!” Paretia shrieked at the technician in charge of the hardware of the simulation pod as she shook the snapped-off yoke of the pod. She was pulling a hybrid aileron barrel roll maneuver to both worm around an asteroid debris field while rapidly reorienting for finding a proper vector to boost away from the simulated pursuers when the damned thing broke like flimsy tissue paper!
“M-ma’am, we’ve never had someone do a combination maneuver-.”
“Then get fucking used to it! I pull shit like that in my sleep and if you want my expertise to trickle down to little birdies, you’d best give me equipment equal to or greater than what they’ll be flying! Understand?!” Paretia snarled at this idiot’s assumptions that she would be sticking to traditional maneuvers. If that was all the Rannoch Flight Academy wanted, they wouldn’t have scouted her through her niece!
“Y-yes ma’am! I’ll upgrade the pod right away ma’am!” The suitably scared quarian techie squeaked and he hurried to comply as Paretia stormed off, tossing the broken yoke over her shoulder. Fuck! It’s only been a few days and this place was in serious need of professionals in her opinion. When you have an ex-merc thinking that, there’s a problem.
“Broke another sim pod, aunt Par?” Paretia’s simmering fury cooled at the sound of one of her many nieces and nephews, one of Chrys’s 19 clutch-mates. She was ashamed to admit she couldn’t remember any of their names since they were estranged already, having gotten their own lives apart from her big, complicated family, spreading the roots of Clan Feell through Rannochan society.
“Yeah. I swear, that kid is cute, but he’s still a kid. What’s he doing as a techie here? Nepotism?” Paretia huffed as she went to the vending machine, fed it some credits and retrieved her can of Argent Fizz. The stuff grew on her and she felt energized after consuming it. Considering it’s literally liquid biofuel that’s good for both machines and flesh bodies, that was a plus.
“He does well here, you’re just an unexpectedly demanding professional.” Her nephew snorted.
“I’m not half-assing the training of future pilots. I’m being paid to do a job and I’m going to do it right.” Paretia insisted before she chugged her Argent Fizz, she ended up doing a spit-take when suddenly a blue and white vixen staggered through a portal next to her.
“Are you a master pilot?!” The sexy tribal-patterned vixen in a flattering skin-tight purple flight suit asked and Paretia numbly nodded. “Come with me!” Before Paretia could object, the woman grabbed her hand and pulled her through the portal.
Ch.126
“*gulp, gulp, gulp* Pwah! Oo...that was a good climb.” Juneau said from her place sitting on a bench after chugging from her water bottle. Hunter was panting as hard as she was, their tongues out to vent their body heat. Curse their fluffy necks and other warmth-retaining bodily features in this tropical climate!
“I forgot how tiring hiking was when it was just for the sake of hiking. When you’re marching to fight demons and whatnot, you’re so full of adrenaline that the hike to the battle is barely noticable.” Hunter said from his seat next to her. It’d only been a day and Juneau was already noticeably taller and her bit of belly chub was gone, migrated to her bust and butt to reveal her rock-hard abs under her sports bra.
They were both lightly dressed, considering the heat and their respective cold-climate bodies. Shorts and light tops were their outfits today and Hunter felt a bit of his humility give way to pride at every girl they passed staring at him. “I wouldn’t know that. Hiking is part of my job, but when you’ve got a government-provided quad-jumper, it’s hard to find an occasion in the mountains to leave it behind.” Juneau fanned herself and Hunter shared her gratitude for this small gazebo the island’s ‘adventure’ resort put here for such a need.
“Well, at least our armor suits have a self-contained climate control. You need it when you’re fighting in the depths of Hell.” Hunter said as he chugged his own water, then checked the time. “Oh, time for your medicine June.”
“It’s noon already? Geez, I didn’t realize the hike would take that long.” Juneau held out her palm, accepting the tablet full of microsurgeons and other scientific and magical wonders that would turn Juneau into a towering curvy amazon. She casually popped it into her mouth and drank water to get it down. “Blech, tastes like one of those magnesium throat lozenges.”
“They can’t improve the flavor of the pills, which is why the liquid option is preferred.” Hunter had forgotten to replenish his miracle milk. He had so many opportunities, but he utterly forgot due to the friction between him and the others lately. At least his rations still had water.
“Either way, I’m already fit, but my bust is already so huge I’ll need a new uniform anyway. I might as well stick to it and require a full refitting for my uniform.” Juneau shrugged, sending her now bowling-ball sized boobs bouncing in her sports bra. She made every woman gawk at her size until they were distracted by the hunk next to her. A hunk she hoped would become her’s, even if he was already married.
This sentiment was actually shared by Hunter, who hadn’t connected to someone on this level in a long time. She’d helped him decide to rekindle the more romantic and personal level of his marriage to his wives. “You know...you don’t have to go back if you want to come with me.”
“I could, but I’d like time to say goodbye to friends, family and coworkers.” Juneau immediately replied and Hunter was slightly surprised at how quickly she had considered the idea of running off with him. “My parents are old and retired to their ski lodge, my brother is an ass I can barely stand, my coworkers are fine but they all have their own lives and families. I’m lonely Hunter. I’ll go with you anywhere, but I at least want to tell everyone I’m leaving first.”
“Thanks. Hm, it would seem the others are in similar straits as you.” Hunter noted since his siblings were giving out the treatment to their new lovers. “I guess you’ll all be coming home with us.”
“That’s good to hear, but how tough is your galaxy? I mean, with how jacked up your people are, it must be rough going.” Juneau questioned and while she wasn’t wrong, there was more to it.
“You should consider how tough the three galaxies where I’m from are. My people from Devorak are from staunch military traditions and warriors, Andromeda sought out this level of physical fitness in pursuit of prosperity and the Milky Way is on track to join in from necessity.” Hunter informed his lover to help blow her mind, but instead she was thinking of three anthropomorphic ‘galaxies’ with buff bods all flexing in some hilarious ‘gun show’ “You are silly.”
“Out!” Juneau demanded with an embarrassed yelp and a bright blush that made her cheek fur fluff up. “Stop watching my silly daydreams!” Juneau fretted, even playfully waving her hands in the air, dispelling her imaginary thought bubbles.
“Cute.” Hunter gave a throaty chuckle as he stopped teasing her.
“So, um...I know it may be too soon, but why don’t you speak aloud? After you dropped the disguise, at least for me, I noticed the slash on your throat is gone.” Juneau asked gently, rightly having assumed it was a sensitive subject.
“Ah, alright then. Sorry, I’ve been mute for several thousand years. I’m so used to using my telepathy to communicate.” Hunter spoke normally, it still felt surreal to be using his actual voice. “Uh, how would your folks react to me?”
“C-can we talk about that later?” Juneau suddenly deflected, horrified exaggerated images of a towering middle-aged husky shaking his head in disappointment and kicking her out of herwill talk about it later, just...not now. Please?”
“Sorry. Is there anything else you want to know?” Hunter changed the subject to distract her from such negativity.
“Yeah...is the ‘living biomachine’ thing your natural born state, or is that also something new like the wings?” Juneau asked curiously as they started hiking again. He enjoyed that she liked to lead, because it gave him such a pleasant close look at her already nice and rapidly improving ass.
“It’s something new like our celestial wings. It was what saved my sibling and I.” Hunter answered but didn’t want to elaborate further.
“So...uh...I bet the wings and halo have a pretty tight restriction on them, but do you think I might turn into a robot-person if we get intimate?” Juneau’s imagination got silly again, like her getting boinked by him, amusingly enough, then turning into a spaceship and flying away with him. As silly as it was, it was also adorably romantic, but that does raise a concern...
“I...uh...oh. I was...but she was synthetic to begin with…” Hunter thought back to Lupus, who turned into a cybertronian much more slowly than a conversion from Nora, but it was still after having sex with him. She was in so much pain though...but she was synthetic to start with. “I honestly don’t know, but considering I know a cybertronian who screws organics frequently and doesn’t turn them into other cybertronians, I’m sure you’ll be fine.”
“Whew. Kinda disappointed, but one body alteration at a time. Now, stop just staring at my ass and push me up, this one’s a bit high for me.” Juneau wagged her tail and wiggled her butt at him as she grabbed the next ledge, which was almost chin-height for her.
“Yes ma’am~.” Hunter grabbed that jean-clad booty and gave her a boost up.
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“Did you sleep well?” Was what Celestia opened up with when Oikonny took the initiative to call her back after he’d slept a full 12 hours after the last time and checked the clock to see it was mid-morning in Corneria City, which was the capital of Corneria, because of course they had no ability to name it something more original.
“Yes, quite. I’ll be glib with you Celestia: I’d just finished an impromptu full-scale planetary war with the mutants my Uncle accidentally created beneath the waves of Venom’s caustic oceans and managed a five hour power nap before being awoken by someone, then you. I was rather cross and I apologize for any disrespect I may have displayed.” Oikonny didn’t like the restrictions the Cornerian government had on its people, but he respected the mare for her ability to run the nation for over a thousand years with help from her similarly ageless sister.
“It is quite alright. I get rather snippy myself if I don’t get rest for days on end. That said, is there a purpose for your call to my desk?” Celestia politely asked and Oikonny looked out the window down at Venom.
“Yes. Since we’ve opened dialogue, I was hoping for a peaceful resolution to our feud.” Oikonny didn’t like the idea of parlaying with the forces that had oppressed and suppressed his people, but right now Corneria genuinely held all the cards militarily.
“Truly? That is wonderful! I’ve been hoping for you to be willing to speak to me for years!” Celestia declared happily and Oikonny sighed.
“I couldn’t give in until I had Venom. My people needed their home back. Anything less than that and I wouldn’t have had the ability to bargain for our independence. However, I know you aren’t the president at this time. It’s likely I’ll need to speak to President Pepper, but I know you’re reasonable enough to accept my attempt at diplomacy.” Oikonny replied and Celestia hummed.
“True enough. I’ll arrange a comm conference with him for you. I’ll call back with a time for the conference later today. I hope you continue on this path towards peace, Oikonny.” Celestia cheerfully said before they both hung up.
“Well, this is a predicament.” A strange reptile with bug wings said as it landed on Oikonny’s head. “Hello, I’m Aliata, a Fairy of the great goddess Wiatr! Out of all the planets in this system’s people, I like you the most! You actually want freedom of choice which is what my mistress’s church is all about! Can we team up? All I want is a temple to my Mistress and we’ll give you things!”
“First: Get off my head.” Oikonny coldly demanded and the strange creature quickly did so, flying out of arm’s reach. “Second: There is no institutionalized religion in the Lylat System. Third: I refuse to do such things unless you can provide proof of your so-called Goddess’s power.”
“That’s why I exist!” Aliata chirped cheerfully and did a pirouette. “I can grant you four wishes! They need to be related to Sex, Fertility or Commerce though. I can’t grant them otherwise.”
“How very...pagan. Very well, a test then. That planet below, do you see it? A caustic ball of acidic oceans, burning air and unbearable heat. Can you do something about it?” Oikonny questioned the mysterious creature, who gasped at his question.
“N-not on that scale! Not even my Goddess can do that all at once. I could create a pool that would purify water, but it would only work for the region I create it in. I could also bless seeds to grow in such an environment or other such things.” Aliata muttered as she considered how she would be able to help such a poorly-chosen planet to colonize. “I could also do much simpler things so long as they fit into those three Aspects I mentioned.”
“Hmph, very well then. I Wish for something to transpire that would give my people a boost to our economic situation without undue death, disease or dismemberment. Is that vague enough for you to fill in the gaps?” Oikonny asked with those provisions. He’d read books like ‘The Monkey’s Paw’ and several tales of genies tricking their masters into fates worse than death.
“Well, yeah, you could be more specific, but here.” Aliata said as she floated to the window and soon a mountain exploded, the side crumbling to reveal mounds and veins of rare metals used in ship crafting. There was also a purple white plasma that seemed to flow from the mountain into a valley like lava. “Huh, I was not expecting a new form of Argent. You might want to be careful studying that. Oh, I didn’t put that stuff there, it was already under the rocks, I just pressurized the faults in the mountain to slough 3,574 tons of earth off of it.”
“Well...that was impressive. I’ll order my scrappers to build drilling and other mining equipment post-haste. I’ll be holding on to those other three wishes if that is fine?” Oikonny brought up his tacpad and began rapidly typing out orders to move in on the sudden mineral riches that Aliata had exposed. They’d known that Venom was rich with resources beneath all the corrosion, it was just a hassle to both find and then harvest it due to said corrosion. Ironically, it was because of said corrosion that there was so much valuable ore and minerals saturating the planet.
“No problem! I can hang around as long as you want.” Aliata chirped and settled on his shoulder. “This is the beginning of a beautiful relationship!”
“Please don’t shout in my ear.” Oikonny politely requested.
“Sorry. Still not used to people with ears on the sides of their heads.”
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“Good work, Discord. Without your aid, I fear Star Fox would have suffered casualties from your descriptions of how many Aparoids assaulted Fortuna.” President Pepper appraised after he finished reading Discord’s habitually chaotic and disorganized report. He’d been dealing with the chimeric man for the majority of his service, so he’d learned to work around his eccentricities.
“It was fun, yet not-fun. Those Aparoids are a personification of Order the likes of which make Tia’s loosely authoritarian rule look like a five-year-old’s birthday party. That said, I’ll be staying here. Those things have FTL warp gate technology centuries ahead of Beltino’s pet project in orbit.” Discord grimly intoned, reminding Pepper of that part in the report.
“Yes. It would be best to maintain a defensive stance in response to the Aparoid invasion. We do not know where they are coming from, so until then we must be ready to react.” President Pepper huffed in distaste. He’d had enough war. As soon as this one was over, he was retiring.
“At least you don’t have to keep a force at Venom with those upstarts taking it back after warning us about all of this. Don’t worry though, I sense way less Chaos is involved in the near future thanks to that move. I may not like it very much, but hopefully it means less war. War is a predictable Chaos and I’ve grown sick of it too.” Discord snapped his fingers and popped like a confetti balloon, leaving said paper pieces littering his office.
Before he could call for a janitor, his phone rang, so he picked it up. “Mister President, I would like to schedule a diplomatic conference call between you and Oikonny. He called me to open negotiations regarding the situation earlier this morning, so I waited until my husband was gone.” Celestia informed him and Pepper hummed in consideration.
“I have an opening this afternoon immediately after lunch. Let him know that is when I can speak with him today. If he is unavailable, I have most of tomorrow unscheduled right now.” Pepper told his temporary secretary, because as soon as this was over, she was President again.
“I’ll let him know. Don’t forget to take your heart medication with lunch.” Celestia hung up after that motherly reminder and Pepper grumbled about not being so old he forgot his medication.
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“-Where in the world is Carmen Sandiego ~?!” I sang as I floated about the Great Fox as an adorable cuttleship. I only vaguely remembered where we were headed. Katina? Something about losing contact with one of the outposts and none of the local defense forces there can find anything amiss. So it’s up to team Star Fox with help from Team Shepard to find the truth!
Also because apparently Slippy has bullshit good sensors or something and President Pepper trusts we can find what the standard military sensor suites are missing. I don’t know...where was I? Oh right. “Ahem. From Northern California-!”
“Sis!” Yola chirped and I squeed before spinning around in the air to catch my twin and entangle our tendies in a tackle-hug. “Found you~! Penny wants your help on the bridge.”
“Okay!” I giggled and wrestled free of my sister’s tentacles before I flew with speed towards the stairwell with Yola close behind. “Can’t catch me~!” I taunted my sibling and dodged her attempts to grab me, at least until I got to the bridge and squealed in laughter when she tackled me again, hugging me tightly with her tendies. “Ah~! She has me~! Help!”
“Nom! I’mma eat you! Nom !” Yola pretended to bite me and I laughed like a ninny, at least until Penny grabbed us both and yanked us apart.
“Girls. Please turn back into rational and mature if lewd women this very moment.” Penny demanded and I shared a whine with my sister before complying, pouting at my wife alongside Yola, before I sighed with my eyes clenched.
“It was like I was a little girl again. Everything was so simple and I didn’t have any big worries. I didn’t even have perverse thoughts. That was nice, but why did you guys let Yola and I stay that way for...how long?” I asked Peppy, who...whoa. He was jacked ! Peppy looked like one of those gym rats, cut like an athletic marble statue under his traditional if much looser lab coat.
“It’s only been a few days since we left Fortuna. Sorry if our space travel is so much slower. We can’t upgrade our engines or other systems without being in a drydock and unlike EDI, the Great Fox can’t just shrink down to fit in someone’s pocket.” Peppy snorted in good humor and EDI, who was an astromech droid at the moment, chirped and warbled...even though she can speak normally. She must be getting into the role for fun or something. “You can say that again.”
“Did you understand that?” Yola asked in bewilderment.
“No, he’s just playing along.” EDI giggled and spun her head around.
“Anyway...what is it? You decided to bring us back from being the ship’s adorable little mascots for something, right?” I questioned everyone and Fox was the one who nodded.
“You have some foreknowledge of what is going on here, right? Any insight into what to do before we get to Katina?” Fox asked and I hummed as I thought back on my memories of Star Fox Assault, the best game in the series in my opinion due to it essentially being SF64+. Even if it didn’t have nearly as much variety what with it being a set story only 10 missions long. LONG missions, but still. Too short. “Are you okay?”
“Huh? Yeah, I’m fine. Just reminiscing. I’m a lot older than I look, so I might get lost in nostalgia now and then.” I’m not old, just experienced! Like Lara Croft by the end of the 2013 reboot, only not as horrifically traumatized and turned into a cold-blooded killer. “So, the outpost is out of commission and the military can’t see anything out of order. It’s been overtaken by the Aparoids and spoofing everything since they have converted all of the resources and personnel on site.”
“Damn! We can’t just blast it to bits though, we gotta investigate even if that’s true.” Falco grumbled and Sunset-whoa ! She is way bigger than our Sunset! She’s like Urta and Penny, but with more muscle! “Hey. Eyes above her collar unless you’re gonna do somethin’ about them wanderin’ eyes.”
“Hey, if she wants to look, let her. I don’t stop you looking at other girls.” Sunset winked at me and Falco huffed.
“That’s different. She’s eyein’ ya like a piece of meat. At least Penny and Urta had the decency to to do a once-over and stop.” Falco glared and I turned my gaze to him. He looked much like canon to the point of being nearly indistinguishable, if perhaps a bit broader in the shoulders.
“Pardon sis. She’s a hopeless pervert, even before Urta and the Empire got involved. The only reason she didn’t jump Marrow right away was because she was still adjusting to being synthetic at the time.” Yola apologized on my behalf and I pinched the bridge of my nose.
“Don’t apologize for me, because I’m not going to apologize for looking. Anyway, yeah. While it would be easier to just blast the base, we don’t have any intact Aparoid samples from the Fortuna attack I bet.” I looked around and everyone shook their heads. “How? There were hundreds of those giant moth monsters.”
“They self-destructed when they were too damaged to be useful in combat, likely for the very purpose of keeping us in the dark. Sure, there’s plenty of scrap for Cornerian R&D to tear apart, but none of the Aparoid Cores survived.” Slippy reported in disappointment and I mewled in defeat.
“Then it looks like we get to go in on the ground, expose the truth, fight for our lives and hopefully capture an Aparoid Core without it getting destroyed.” I sighed in resignation.
“Katina is a pretty world too, more landlocked than it’s sister planet Corneria and arid as a result, but it’s still got a moisture-rich atmosphere for it to be a good agriculture planet since what landmass on Corneria there is tends to be either massive metropolitan sprawls or cities inside the mountains.”
“...Say what? That wasn’t just an old blurb? Corneria has cities inside mountains?” Good gosh, the Cornerian dog-folk are dwarves! Onward to Erebor !
Ch.135
“Babe? Babe, please wake up. It’s been so long.” Saren stirred for what felt like the first time in ages to the worried gaze of his lovely Paretia. “About damn time. At least you don’t look like you’re shredded jerky.”
“H...h…” She offered him a water bottle and he took it with his remaining hand, squeezing it to pour the water down his parched throat faster. “Gah, hak, ptoo! Ah...thanks Par. How long have I been out?” Saren sort of lost track of himself after he’d been rescued and stabilised by Doctor Chakwas. The fact he was clearly still in the good doctor’s med bay meant something must have gone SNAFU in regards to returning him to the Citadel for processing.
“It’s been almost a whole month since you got to this universe. Don’t freak, yes, we’re in a different universe. The only reason you’re here and not on the Citadel is because of how quickly Penny had to deploy in response to your salvation being abducted.” Paretia bluntly informed him, which he appreciated greatly. It was so hard to find people able and willing to just tell things to you straight. He liked that about her.
“So I’m guessing I’m approved for robiticization or whatever the Feell Twins call it?” Saren asked his mate, who made a so-so hand gesture. “Then something is wrong. What is it?”
“This universe has an alien nanite plague called Aparoidedation. Nora just barely survived thanks to cosmic intervention from both Primus and Urta. It works on both synthetics and organics, but synthetics are more vulnerable. Given this new situation, everyone felt it prudent to give you a choice again, but this time more on whether to delay it or go through with it right away in spite of the situation.” Paretia informed him and Saren sighed in agitation. There was always a problem, no matter the situation.
“Tell them to convert me whenever they get the chance. I’d rather die standing than on a bed.” Saren then looked Paretia’s body over with his remaining eye. “Well...unless other circumstances cause me to die in bed.”
“Oh you ~!” Paretia giggled and slapped his chest, making him cough as well as laugh.
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“We have three Primes?” Bumblebee asked a squad of his recruits. “This is weird, we’ve only ever had Optimus Prime from my universe.”
“Who is Optimus?” One of the recruits asked as they worked with the data pads Bee had given them. They didn’t get why he gave them data pads instead of just letting them use their omnis. Hopefully they’d get that you couldn’t rely on a single thing all the time.
“Right, I’ve been teaching early battle in Cybertronian history, not the civil war yet. Well, I guess I should tell you about a conflict that lasted millions of years. To start though, I have to explain the Primes, their father Primus, Unicron and the Quintians.” Bumblebee exposited for his students.
“More history?!” A red Autobot named Hotrod groaned and Bumblebee smiled, knowing the Parallel. This Hotrod was not the same as his and the former Quarian had changed his name after a few months, mostly so he could have a ‘cool robot name.’ Bee couldn’t for the life of him understand why this particular Quarian wanted to fight when he seemed so immature, but Nexus had allowed him to join their ranks so Bumblebee was training him along with the rest.
“You’ll need to know this, Hotrod. You’ll learn of how the Thirteenth prime is a position held by many bots. One of them being a holder of the very same name you chose. And since we can exchange information in this virtual space much faster than real life, it should only take a day or so.” Bee chuckled at the groan. “We’re still covering trillions of years people, it wouldn’t be a five minute Ted-Ed Talk.”
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“Okay, this is the battle plan for Titania.” Fox explained as he brought up the image of the surface. “We used what drones we had left to get images of the surface-.”
“-And shared with us , so I don’t get why we’re all on your ship, Pup .” Wolf rolled his organic eye at this asinine delay to what should quite blatantly be a smash-and-grab of Pigma and the Aparoid Core from the deadly situation unfolding on Titania due to the swine.
“We’re all here, Wolf, because if we’re working together on a battlefield, we need to have at least as much faith we won’t stab each other in the back while on the same ship.” Fox sternly insisted with his ears bent back. He didn’t like Wolf, but he respected him enough to tolerate his presence.
“Also, your ship is kinda…” Falco trailed off as he looked out the window at the junker Star Wolf used as their mobile fighter carrier. It was like one of those many boxy ships Oikonny had in his fleet on the first level of Star Fox Assault. The red ship was also not well-maintained either. It looked like a good tap from a stray bit of debris could tear a rend in the side. “Yeah…”
“The Pack Parade is an old girl, have some respect. She’s been in service for decades and hasn’t failed once. She may not look pretty, but she’s got heart.” Panther growled at Falco and the pheasant rolled his eyes.
“Can I come?” Asked the towering hyper-busty purple female Ridley. I am getting a bit overloaded here with all the science-fantasy and sci-fi genres getting blended into my life.
“I vote no on her going. She may be super strong or something, but we’re dealing with a whole group of Goras. Remember that these things made Titania a no-go zone for centuries .” I brought up in protest, having been quiet thus far since I wasn’t addressed.
“I’m of the same mind, Eleanor. If they weren’t 30 feet tall and able to destroy traditional armies, I'd go for it, but not this time. Besides, you’d get sand in all kinds of unpleasant places.” Lois, the female version of Wolf from a different universe that was apparently this fem-Ridley’s mom said. The purple brute huffed indignantly and sulked against the wall from where she was next to both Local and Our Gildas, who hit it off quick, but Local Gilda was envious of Our Gilda’s body.
“Then can we summon someone who can?” Eleanor asked in annoyance, her tail worming about and brushing against various people without care. Said people had either annoyed or amused reactions.
“So we’re dealing with a Bioweapon?” Urta asked, changing the subject promptly to avoid wasting more time bickering as she rummaged in her cleavage with both arms elbow deep. Is that what I look like when I’m digging for stuff in my Inventory? That’s silly!
“When aren’t we dealing with a bioweapon?” Sunset sarcastically asked and Star Fox along with Star Wolf all nodded in shared suffering.
“Well, recently we got our hands on a nasty little bugger calling himself Noxus. For some reason this Skaven started using some old magic mixed with a plant called the Thorian and sent a whole legion of plant-converted colonists to fight off a Hell invasion. Mind you, most of these people were still alive when they were converted. The things they turned into were also nothing like the Thorian and he called them the Infestation.” Urta informed everyone not in the loop as to these events, myself included.
“What?!” Yola and I asked as Penny stiffened up.
“Yes, I just recently got his body to convert into Nidus Prime.” Urta said, pulling out a disgusting organic heart-like pulsing orb that was only vaguely similar to the orb I had for Nova before giving her to Marrow.
“You have a Nidus Prime?!” I cried out in fear while backing away from the crazy vixen.
“Yes and He’s loyal to my wife to a fault, even if his methods are toxic. We’ve also found four candidates for Necros recently too. The Milky Way is a hotbed for the outlawed frame candidates.” Urta exposited and I felt sick at the fact the Empire would use such things.
“So you're suggesting that we fight apocalyptic bio-weaponry with apocalyptic bio-weaponry?” Wolf asked the vixen incredulously and she nodded. “...I like your style. Let’s go with that so we can focus on hunting down Pigma. After the Titania Incident where Andross was almost resurrected, all activity on the planet has been banned, so why not add another reason to never come to this sandbox?”
“My lady, why not also Oberon, Titania and Inaros?” A Loki Warframe asked after he appeared from thin air. Oh, right. I guess some of Hunter’s entourage never left. Spooky!
“You’ve been on my ship and haven’t been helping?!” Penny barked at him, only for Urta to raise her hand and then point at nobody, only for Ivara/Kasumi and KG to appear in the same way with the former posing saucily and the latter smacking his face against her shoulder.
“Is that the pot calling the kettle black? I don’t do anything around here and you don’t object.” Kasumi blew a kiss at my Spectre wife and then vanished.
“But I…” Penny mewled and scratched the back of her head.
“Sister, you never take on stealth missions. You have a stealth team and never use them.” Urta reminded Penny with amusement and she tried to argue, but sighed and hung her head.
“Is there anything else I’ve missed?” Penny asked in exasperation with a look around.
“I’ve upgraded EDI’s already impressive stealth capabilities.” Loki voiced.
“I...EDI?” Penny said into her omni as she left the bridge, her own input already given up to this point. I don’t like how we’re forced to play by the local rules of engagement. Why can’t we just bombard the surface of an inhospitable uninhabited planet from orbit?
“While she is doing that, please explain what an Oberon, Titania and Inaros are?” Fox asked as he eyed Loki warily.
“They are Warframes, like Ivara and Loki. Oberon helps create forests and make life by sapping the ill energy from regions and replacing them with healthy energies. Titania is akin with fairies and nature, a guardian of what Oberon creates. Inaros commands the sands.” Urta briefly exposited as she examined the orb of the Empire’s first Nidus.
“So they could ‘restore’ a planet’s ecosystem?” Slippy asked eagerly.
“Yes, after Nidus does his work. It won’t be as stable as what the Coven could do, but it would make the planet habitable.” Urta staunchly claimed with a proud puff of her chest, which made her partially unzipped hardsuit creak and the zipper moved down her stomach.
“Won’t be stable? Do they need to stay on the planet to ‘nurture’ nature until it can do its own thing? Like dryads?” Lois questioned and Fox held up a hand to stop everyone from chatting.
“We can worry about saving planets later, right now we need to focus on our main objective. Now, besides these Warframes, is there anything else anyone wishes to share that may help with our chances?” Fox asked with a look around and Urta once again spoke up.
“Well, I received word from my husband Berserker-.”
“The guy with spiky bone-decorated armor is your husband?” Wolf demanded of the goddess.
“Yes. What of it?” Urta asked with a tilt of her head.
“He was on Katina and helped deal with the ground forces while my team dealt with the aerial enemies and hard targets.” Wolf answered and Urta groaned and muttered about ‘vacation’.
“He was a real badass, super-sexy too. He even had a celestial fighting alongside him.” Lois continued and Urta sighed.
“That sounds like my husband and his new mate.” The vixen slime goddess shook her head. “He’s supposed to be on vacation, but I guess he couldn’t ignore the action, especially if it interfered with his sibling’s vacations.”
“Well I’m glad he leaped into action. He made the ground battle so much easier to manage. Now then, let’s get on with things. Pigma’s greedy ass is gonna get us all killed.” Wolf grumbled bitterly.
“So, uh, what did this husband of yours say?” Falco inquired and Urta snorted.
“Right. He said his people are also working on finding a cure for the Aparoid nanites. However, if he’s already gotten personally involved, then Runner, his sister, is definitely going to be involved soon. Hopefully Hunter at least is actually vacationing.” Urta informed us and I felt relieved that Berserker was wise enough to get eggheads to make solutions.
“Really now?” Peppy questioned, looking intrigued.
“That was part of the reason why we need that Core Memory! If I can analyze it, I can pull data from it and if we take it to my dad, we can find a way to counter their nanites entirely!” Slippy declared, which got nods of approval from the locals assembled. Oh. Right. Slippy’s dad; Beltino Toad, was perhaps the greatest scientist in the Lylat System with Andross dead and gone.
“Well then, let’s get things started. Urta, I know we might get flak from Corneria later, but go ahead and deploy your bioweapon to weaken or even outright kill the Goras threat down on Titania.” Fox said before looking at everyone else. “We’re going to let Urta’s bioweapon work, um, their magic. After we see the results, we’ll head on down to hunt for Pigma.”
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“Oh...dear. That isn’t good.” Pepper patted his brow with a handkerchief as some sweat beaded upon his brow after getting a report, courtesy of Discord and Ahti somehow running a physical cable from the reinforcement fleet assembling beyond Corneria’s moon. The application was even called Discord and had text, video and voice chat capability. Where was this application in his earlier years in the military? It would have made his periods of desk duty so much easier!
The fact it also actively hosted social media content was a plus. Those cute pet videos were helping him keep his spirits up during break periods. He may need one in a moment. “What is it, Pepper?” Celestia asked in concern from her desk that was at a right angle to his.
“Mercenary teams Star Fox and Star Wolf have received aid from beyond the Lylat System. They apparently arrived via the ‘Dimensionator’ device Slippy Toad developed based loosely off his father’s warp gate technology. They have advanced technology that puts many of our advances to shame, while at the same time are enamored with the advances G-diffusion technology and other power generation has achieved...sadly, their tech includes highly illegal bio-weaponry.” Pepper scrolled through more of the report in interest.
“Well, technically Pepper, since they’re not from this system, they have no way of knowing their technology is illegal. Don’t we have provisions for that? I’m pretty sure I made some…” Celestia brought up her own files and Pepper gulped.
“Well...they’re about to drop what amounts to an S+ damage rating on Titania since the Aparoids have infested and reanimated many of the Goras corpses there.” Pepper shook his head ruefully, understanding Fox’s logic in going along with this plan. Titania was uninhabited, hostile and only had mineral resources to make it at all worthwhile. The only sorts out there are-.
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“Hm?” A gruff and raspy voice grunted, turning away from his mining laser’s targeting system. “...Dug, environment status report.” The owner of the voice demanded before he continued to carve away at the rock hiding the rich vein of titanium in the canyon wall.
“Scanning...reporting. Rapid increase in atmospheric temperature south-southeast of current position. Increase in tectonic activity, registering an unusually high 7.6 on the Seismic Scale. Tremors of Goras life-forms are increasing. Dormant threats awakening. Advisory: strategic retreat.” The robot seated in the co-pilot seat of the ship reported and the man growled.
“What’s got the Goras all riled up?” He flipped some switches, the pivot turret of the mining laser aiming forward and locking in place as his seat slid along the track, then flipped back upright in the cockpit from the mining system’s interface to reveal a scarred and dirty horned lizard who couldn’t be past his twenties despite his grizzled look. “Damn it. Alright Dug, south-southeast you said?” The shirtless reptile asked as he assumed control of his ship, guiding them up out of the canyon.
“Affirmative. We’re going to check it out, aren’t we?” Dug asked in exasperation as the bulky tarnished silver and black gunship with the name Silver Lining on the port side rose into the air.
“Dug, if you keep running away from everything, you’ll never know how to get ahead of it if you don’t see it first.” The man smirked with a playful grin of sharp teeth and his golden slit eyes eyed the 3D hologram map to get his bearings right, while also saving the location of that titanium vein for sometime later.
“Klippa, you say that about everything.” Dug complained, the cylindrical robot slumping his head forward in resignation.
“It’s what got me this sweet ship and your whiny rust-bucket ass off that jerk, ain’t it?” Klippa asked rhetorically before reaching under the console and opening the mini-fridge, cracking open a can of carbonated vodka , because beer tasted like piss, not that he’d know, ew.
“Can you not drink when you’re piloting?” Dug grumbled and Klippa chugged the high-proof carbonated liquor like it was beer.
“Pah! Ah~. You know I don’t fly half as good if I don’t drink first. Blame yourself for making me drink all the water first and now I’m stuck with good booze while I wait for the moisture vaporator to condense more-.” The large cloud caused by a massive explosion caught their attention and Klippa chuckled as he tuned the ship’s shields for ‘max debris interception’ at expense of weapon power. “Let’s just watch the fireworks.”
Ch.144
“And~ there. I’ve set the date. You two are sure you want it on Sauria? I understand Corneria isn’t exactly...safe right now, but are you sure you want the ceremony there?” Asked the middle-aged rabbit wedding planner as she looked between Fox and Krystal, who were holding hands and smiling the whole time they outlined what they wanted for their wedding.
“Sauria is where we met. It’s where I met Fox and he saved my life and I may have rebuffed him then, but since then we’ve become so close.” Krystal leaned into Fox’s shoulder and he leaned his head on top of her’s. “I can’t imagine us being wed anywhere else with a beautiful sunset washing us in it’s light.”
“Same. Besides, I’m planning on maybe retiring there since the King Earthwalker is an old friend and I know he’d be happy to let us make a home there.” Fox affirmed and the planner hummed as she looked over the input they gave.
“Well, if that’s the case, I would have an easier time of arranging all this. I’ll let you know if there are any complications.” She stood from her desk and shook hands with the couple before they turned and left. “What does that girl eat and where can I get it?”
Krystal giggled down the hall, her mod-enhanced hearing letting her catch the rabbit woman’s envious muttering and making her feel a boost of ego. “I’m so glad we went through with this.”
“I am too, Krystal. Finally...I just wish my parents were alive and yours too, so they could see us together. Meet their future grandchildren.” Fox wistfully said as he wrapped an arm around his mate’s waist and she joined the hand over her lower stomach, where soon enough their children would be growing once the Aparoids were dealt with.
“I agree. Mother and Father would have approved of you and adored our children. At least we do have family, one we already made.” Krystal said happily and Fox smiled at considering his team his family, for that’s what they were. You don’t stick around people for several years and consider them anything less.
“I’m still not sure who should walk you down the aisle then. Peppy is a good choice.” Fox considered and Krystal nodded. “As for my best man, well...I would like Slippy as my best man. We’ve been friends even before he joined the team, though I know Falco will fight him over it, but he’s still going to be part of the ceremony.”
“I’m not exactly spoiled for choice, Sunet is my only female friend and I bet she’ll have fun being my bridesmaid.” Krystal said as they left the building that the wedding planner business had reserved for emergencies down here in Undercity. It was like the capital, only slightly smaller and inside a hollowed-out mountain reinforced by the structures filling it as well as with traditional Cornerian earth-magics.
To this day, no machine can compete with a Cornerian’s claws when it comes to digging or earthworks, which was why only massive scale digging machines really exist in Cornerian society. An old saying even claims that: A Cornerian who doesn’t get their paws dirty is no Cornerian. Which is why playgrounds are mostly giant sandboxes and excavation is still a popular profession.
While Fox was musing on the architectural wonder that was Undercity, his phone rang and he answered. “Hey fox! Dad’s made the antibody and we’ve got the coordinates for the Aparoid Homeworld! We’re all gathering at the warp gate within a few hours!” Slippy informed him excitedly and Fox’s happy demeanor quickly turned into a grim countenance.
“Got it. On our way up.” Fox hung up and sighed, side-hugging Krystal a bit tighter. “It’s time.”
“Best we get on with it. The sooner we win, the sooner we get married, the sooner I can stop worrying and finally have the peaceful life I crave with you.” Krystal declared and kissed him.
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“Hey El-damn it Ellie !” Wolf snarled, turning away with a fluster from the sight of Eleanor pleasuring herself on Panther’s penis while the male was trussed up like a turkey in BDSM fetish gear and unable to even move or speak while the purple space dragoness had her way with him. “Fucking leave panties on the door console! Finish up and get prepped, we’re needed at the Warp Gate.”
Wolf stormed away before he could hear the alien dragon’s response and grumbled about irresponsible horny idiots letting their libidos occupy so much of their time. “Did you walk in on Eleanor and Panther? I’m not surprised you caught them, it’s around their usual time to meet up.” Leon commented the moment Wolf entered the Alpha Pack’s bridge and the seasoned space pirate growled at his second for not warning him, but Leon didn’t even flinch.
“Yo, chill boss. Just be glad she didn’t decide to try and rope you in.” Gilda shuddered and rubbed her wrists. “That girl has no off switch or a safeword.”
“Believe it or not, Ellie likes to be the sub more than the dom, but she’s a switch able to do both and get off on it. Now then, let’s all get in position people, we’re flying support for Star Fox.” Lois called out and everyone moved to their stations, Wolf’s team getting up to prep their Wolfens. “Wolf baby, you need to talk?” Lois asked him quietly and he uncomfortably looked around.
“Not really. Just on edge. I haven’t had a serious contract like this since the Lylat Wars and I ended up on the wrong side of that engagement.” Wolf rubbed his cybernetic eye for emphasis. “At least this time the choice is clear. Help the soft-pawed Cornerians, die or become a bug too which is just as bad if not worse. I won’t say Pigma didn’t have it coming, but nobody deserves that .”
“I agree. Now, let’s go kick ass, but after this I’ve gotta head home and take Ellie with me. Oh, also, the girl who’s hosted me the whole time won’t just have my body, but my instincts and other abilities. So even though I’ll be gone, you might still have me around in a sense.” Lois flicked her bushy tail as she walked away and Wolf leered at that ass as she sashayed away. He may not want to see her go, but damn if he didn’t like to watch her leave.
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Not being the same person as Yola was...weird. Yet so was being the same person as Yola. Either way, both of us figured that it would be best to divide and conquer and that if need be I could Combine with someone on the fly.
Everyone of strategic importance was on their respective ships. I was aboard the EDI along with the majority of her crew. We were flying alongside Star Fox, Star Wolf and the accompanying Cornerian Strike Squadron, which was essentially a suicide squad because I know for fact they all died in canon. Yola and I along with our own squadron of Arwing fighters would try and change that. Having many new powerhouses on the board could easily tip things in our favor.
At least, if I can get Visilia to let Penta out! “Please! She’s my pilot! I need her!” I begged the deceptively flat-tummied and perky MILF. I was even clutching her skirt while on my knees and having to bend back to see her face past her bigger bust of bouncy b-balls since apparently that’s her default size while pregnant and her body certainly thinks she is.
“Visi, c’mon. Give Penta back, they’re needed on this mission and you can’t delay this.” Vinnie stated while she and her brothers were glaring at her. They’ve been pressuring Visi ever since this mission was given the green light, whether she or Penta liked it or not.
“Oh, alright, fine. You win.” Visilia finally relented and widened her stance. “Penta, get out of there. Ahn ~!” She yelped when our slime wife oozed out of her pussy and out from under her dress, leaving her on shaky legs as Penta became a solid form, towering above us and yawning before bumping her head on the ceiling.
“Whoa! Did EDI get smaller or something?” Questioned the room filling slime vixen with a grumble before Visilia fell on her ass, still panting with her tongue hanging out. “Or, did I get bigger from absorbing all that cum and amniotic fluid?”
“Y-you s-see why I didn’t want to let her out? Oh~ I feel so empty ~!” Visilia whimpered and Berserker picked her up in a princess carry, promptly taking her over to a bed that didn’t lead to Penny or Urta’s room so she didn’t fall through. “Thanks, sweetie.”
“No prob, Visi. I know how you must feel, so just take a breather.” Berserker quietly said to his wife, reminding me that Bryan is also Brennie and has a surprisingly potent feminine libido too.
“Hot damn. Uh, Penta? I need Penny specifically. She’s my designated pilot and I’m sure Yola would appreciate you piloting her, Urta.” Especially because Berserker, Runner and Hunter were going to be in Arwings along with Paretia and Garrus.
“Sure thing, babe.” Penta replied before the gigantic slime vixen swirled about and split in half, one mocha, the other gray and white.
“Whew! That was...weird and awesome. Thanks for sharing thousands of years of experience, sis.” Penny said as the still ten-foot tall busty thicc bricc house rapidly shrunk down along with her divine sibling to a more reasonable six foot height and respective mirroring physiques.
“Thanks for reminding me what being young was like.” Urta replied as she stretched, sending her naked white-furred and black-nippled b-ball breasts bouncing. “Mm~! Ah~. I forgot how good it was to just relax . Thanks for the several days of napping and masturbating, Visi.”
“You can thank me by getting back inside of me the moment this is over. Or one of you please knock me up, because I need a baby to carry and care for again.” Visilia huffed at her husbands and wives. “Because if you don’t, Hunter, I might not be able to hold back on showing Juneau a really good time that will likely get her pregnant, contraceptives or not.”
“What?!” Juneau yelped in excited worry as Hunter grabbed her and she yipped again when he frantically stuffed her down his pants. It was at this that I grabbed my wife’s hand and left before I could get pulled into their silliness.
“You want in my snatch now or at take off?” I asked casually and she licked her lips. “Not that way, not yet.”
“Well, you would have to be in your alt, so we might as well save it for launch. Do you think they’ll need you to defend the gate?” Penny questioned me, not even trying to pull her hand out of mine as I continued to lead her up to the ‘loft’ as everyone called it. Originally the top deck was the lavish and large captain’s quarters, but now it’s mostly a large public gathering area like the cafeteria, only without food.
“Maybe, but it’ll be swarming with fighters to the point I’d get in the way, so probably not.” I told my beautiful wife, who sat down on the couch with me for the first time in over a week. “So, you have thousands of years of experience?” I asked my wife curiously and she beamed.
“Yep! Sis has been around for several thousand years and while melded we were the same person. I guess being melded for so long has allowed us to exchange pretty much everything. I just hope she held onto her Divine Aspects, because seeing all the trouble being divinity brings you, I want none of it.” Penny proclaimed, but then softened and kissed my knuckles and I tilted my head with my ears wiggling in bemusement.
“What was that?” I asked curiously and she ran her fingers along my own, the patently quarian gesture incredibly soothing. Why was she soothing me?
“Did you know you’re a demi-goddess?” Penny asked with a bit of sadness and I bristled.
“W-what?! No! I’m not! I vehemently refuse! I am not holy! Even if Primus is my dad!” Nope! No! No ! Just N, O, no ! I’m in the same boat as Penny, I want nothing of that!
How does it go dear? Methinks thou dost protest too much?
Shut up, daddy! “W-well...how can you tell if I am? I’m not, but if I was, how do you know?” I meekly asked as she reached one hand to my scalp and began threading her fingers through my long black hair, causing me to coo and lean into her touch as my nerves cooled from my quarian instincts. No fair, yet so wonderful to have such tingly fingers, forearms and scalp. Even though my fingers are robotic now, I still feel every caress of Penny’s touches.
“Urta went through it, she saw it happen to others, she even fostered many other divine entities. It’s in your presence, your touch, your taste. I can’t believe I didn’t notice before, but then again I was struck dumb by your sexiness.” Penny smirked and I giggled, remembering that moment, years ago, when Penny caught me expanding my breasts to make omni-gel in that closet and pinning her to the door with them with the promise to bang later. Ah~. Good memories.
“S-so I’m...from Percy Jackson?” I joked uneasily and I wilted when she nodded. “Damn it, I told myself shortly after Marrow joked about it decades ago, that I wouldn’t be a goddess of anything. Great. So I have even more responsibility waiting for me in the future. Isn’t being a super-overpowered shipyard enough? Can’t I just retire to being a commission-only shipyard after all of this is done?”
“As nice as that would be since the rest of the time would be us all at home or at that island resort you commissioned, I don’t think that’s how it works. Especially since you’re Displaced and the multiverse is dead-set on making you miserable.” Penny wilted sadly and I leaned against her for support. I haven’t even made a Token like the others, but I’ve experienced plenty of shenanigans. I guess the Dimensionator incident is because I didn’t have a Token to be summoned through, so the multiverse seized an opportunity to screw with me.
“Y’know what? Fuck it. I’m making a Token.” At least having a Token would mean I have a way to get back home instead of hoping for a way to find one the next time this happens.
“What would your Token be?” Penny asked and I scrunched my brow at her understanding in bemusement. “Thousands of years of knowledge, remember?” Ah, right.
“What about your model of the EDI ?” I questioned and she stared at me with cold deadpan eyes of refusal. “Right. No touching your models or weapons unless it’s for sex. Then how about you make a model of my Reaper form?”
“I’d cherish that just as much as EDI’s model. No. I can arrange to have a fullmetal figurine made when we get back to our universe. Oh, don’t make one until we get back or this will be your root dimension.” Penny brought up and I shivered at the idea of accidentally making the Lylat System my permanent home. Sure, it could be a great place, but my heart is on Rannoch.
“So is there a reason why Visilia had to let them out for you to hurry-up-and-wait?” Hunter asked as he got off the elevator, dressed in armor and ready to deploy.
“For the same reason you’re in armor. I can’t be ready to fight if...oop.” Penny just noticed that she’s still nude, displaying her mocha-furred muscular and thicc vixen body for all the universe to see. “Right. I should get armored up.”
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“Ah, We see. Overdid it. Tch, tch, tch.”Wiatr clicked her tongue in disapproval at the cum-filled brown scaled orb that was once two draconic fairies of batch 4. One had chosen the hunky silverback gorilla anthro as her mate and the other of the very same variant of batch 4 was turned into a condom that then turned the mated fairy into a condom. Said living condom was now presented on her alter with the mate petitioning her for aid. “We can guarantee they’ll both be fine, but We’ll need to take them home for extensive reconstruction.”
“Thank you. What do you ask in return?” Andrew Oikonny, the de-facto leader of this world that had so eagerly flocked to her worship, questioned shrewdly. Good. She liked it when her potential business partners actually had wits about them or it was too easy to work things strictly to her favor while they just thought they got the better end of the deal.
“We ask that you provide us with the genetic data of the Anglar that you wiped out to secure this world. We would like to repurpose the genome to see if it could help our seapony allies in other dimensions who are having difficulty adapting hippogriff forms.”Wiatr stated with full honesty, since with her experience she found full disclosure often won more business partners than secrecy. That isn’t to say she doesn’t engage in espionage at all.
“So long as they do not come back to haunt us, very well. I’ll make the arrangements. Please return my fiance safely.” Andrew pleaded before Wiatr seized Aliata and Bistonia in her magic and warped them to her womb across dimensions and she cut off the communication with her shrine in time to moan and rub her swelling belly through her magic black form and size fitting dress. The tri-tailed horned slime skaven panted and groaned as her womb filled out with her overstuffed fairies and she even creamed herself a bit in sheer pleasure.
“Unf! Yes~...” The white-colored slime’s belly finished reaching the size of a weather balloon at 8 feet and then shrunk flat thanks to her Navel Pearl. “Hm~. Naughty girls. If one of you weren’t getting married or in a serious relationship at least, I’d just reabsorb you and rebirth you. Now you get to-eep !” The rat woman squeaked when someone tugged on one of her tails before wrapping familiar arms around her waist to press to her back. “Don’t do that!”
“Cocoa does what Cocoa is best at.” The heads on either side of her neck whispered before nuzzling both sides of her head and neck while the center head of the slime cerberus chocolate lab diamond dog nipped and sucked on one of Wiatr’s big rodent ears. “Cocoa needs to double check data. Husbands and wives in another dimension, yes?”
“Yeah, the same one I just finished communing with. If they aren’t back right away, then clearly they decided a set amount of time after they left would be good instead of just popping right on back.” Wiatr shrugged her shoulders up into the throats of her lover’s extra heads. “But that’s not entirely why you’re here. What is it?”
“Cocoa’s contacts say powerful energy signature in Hell. Signature matches data gathered in the Milky Way.” Cocoa said as she pulled Wiatr away from her desk, where she’d been sitting sideways when the call from Andrew came through.
“Right, because of the organization that dares to use the name Cerberus.” Wiatr huffed in disgust that anyone, even a galaxy away and unassociated, would use the honorable and sexy species of demons as the name for their group.
“Cocoa doesn’t care about that. Anyway, energy signatures are spread across the galaxy and not all of the sources are covered by the Argentines yet.” Cocoa continued and Wiatr mewled at the mounting bad news. “Cocoa sorry to bring bad news. Cocoa wants to pleasure wife to make up for it.”
“We may be the Goddess of Sex, but We’re not in the mood, Cocoa. Sorry. Honey doesn’t have a clutch of eggs, maybe you can change that.” Wiatr suggested to her wife and the slime cerberus kissed her cheeks in triplicate before leaving. The horned slime skaven plopped her thicc and toned motherly ass into her seat, sending her b-ball boobs bouncing until she used her hands to stop them.
“Hey babe?” Shining asked as he poked his head into the office. “We’re tired of sex for some reason, we’d like it if we could have a family game night tonight.” Shining said and Wiatr perked up at the concept.
“We still have our character sheet!” Wiatr chriped, her dread forgotten in favor of O&O.
“I’ll let everyone know you’re in. See ya tonight.” Shining left and Wiatr got to work.
Ch.153
“Where did Berserker and Runner go?” The handsome dark-skinned man named Jacob asked as the leaders of this group gathered in the oddly named ship; the EDI’s conference room. The giantess android named Nexus was still being sanctified by a priest of all things and swept over for further sabotage efforts by her drones. The giantess slime vixen named Penta was also a little panicked since her husbands and wife had vanished, especially when two were injured. Also, said giantess slime vixen was now normal-sized and in the conference room.
Sarah Kerrigan had no idea how any of this was possible.
“I have no clue, but the last time they disappeared so suddenly was back when we were evacuating from our planet after Hell destroyed it over in our universe.” Visilia said hauntedly, clearly the death of her home had impacted her heavily, as it should. Penta was at her side within a split second, hugging her wife from behind and nuzzling her neck while Visi interlaced their fingers and accepted the comfort.
An alternate universe ?!
“Odd, should we fear this person that took them away?” Miranda asked as she continued to pour over information that Sarah assumed regarded this sortie, as well as searching for relevant past instances of the Doom Marines vanishing without a trace.
Seriously, casual teleportation technology?
“No, it was most likely Guardian, somehow. She’s supposed to be dead, but I thought I saw her on the camera hugging Vinnie for a brief instant when I reviewed Nexus’s camera feed.” Visilia explained and Miranda promptly summoned the image onto the hologram table for everyone to see the cloaked figure hugging this ‘Vinnie’ in a still frame.
Sarah didn’t even see that! She had her Zerglings surrounding the anthropomorphic android woman and there was nobody else there! What is this?!
“Who is that?” Jacob asked curiously, since it seemed this Guardian was not malicious in her abduction. Sarah appreciated someone able to keep calm in a situation, she could use some herself because she was still freaking out over a person who wasn’t there whisking away someone from her grasp. She didn’t even feel a psionic signature. Someone like that could be anywhere and nobody would know unless they had that giantess android’s cameras or this Guardian wanted people to know she was there.
“Think of Guardian as their mother, but only for Vinnie, Bryan, Rico, Edward and Kevin. Slayer and Carnage are not associated with her.” Visilia added on and everyone nodded in understanding and helped Sarah relax a bit. An overprotective mother she could understand. She may not have ever had children, but her own creations among the Zerg she felt distinct affection for above the rest.
“Okay, so their mom came by and took them someplace? Does this have to do with the melodrama that they seem to be doing lately?” Jacob queried and Visilia leered at him. “Just saying, you lot are rather dramatic to the point of life sometimes feeling like a soap opera around you all. I think Penny manages that well enough without being overdramatic.”
“Hey!” Penta barked huffily and Visi patted her hands. “I am not a drama queen!”
“He didn’t say you were, you took it that way yourself and created drama.” The purple humanoid cybernetic equine named Twilight stated as she stepped forward. “As the highest authority in the room besides Visilia and Penta, I believe we can safely declare the Doom Siblings are out of reach right now. We can function without them, although it will be difficult with several of their loyalists lacking enthusiasm when they’re not around. The Empire still has entire legions of soldiers who pretty much worship them.”
“That said, I believe this is a good time for negotiations to properly begin.” Sarah spoke up from where she’d been patiently waiting in the ring of people around the room for her business to become relevant once the discussion about the disappearance of several key military leaders was done. Seriously though, how often does this happen for them all to be so casual about it?
“Yes, I believe so. Who are you? What is your purpose here?” Twilight politely questioned with a soft smile and Sarah felt bemused as to the friendly manner the beautiful mare used with her.
“Well, as I said, I am Sarah Kerrigan. I’m a Xel’Naga, as much as I wish I wasn’t. I am the Queen of Blades, ruler of the Zerg by right of conquest and usurpation of the Overmind. I have steered my people away from the ravenous horde of aimless conquerors they were meant to be and come here to find a new home, away from the prejudices of my enemies who would sooner see every Zerg incinerated than allow me to guide them to a bright future.” Sarah then blinked, bemused again at how open she’d just been with the winged anthro equine.
“Well, allow me to welcome you formally to the Milky Way Galaxy, Queen Kerrigan.” Twilight bowed and the Xel’Naga felt something she hadn’t felt since she was human and again with all the attempts by Raynor to ‘save’ her from herself. She was flustered, unused to such genuine congeniality.
“Just Sarah is fine. You’re not one of my subjects, so I won’t expect you to refer to me as a superior.” It would be nice to have someone to talk to on equal footing too. Being Queen was great and all, but the eternal subservience of her adopted people was grating at times.
“Queen, huh? Is that just a title or is there a Mister or Missus Kerrigan?” The heavily tattooed woman asked and Sarah blinked. Is she hitting on her? Sarah felt like she was being flirted with.
“Down, Jack.” Jacob called out and the woman winked at her. She...she was hitting on her! Sarah felt beside herself. She hadn’t felt petty things like being ‘pretty’ or ‘sexy’ or whatnot since her abduction and transformation into a Zerg, even if such thoughts became more important after her ‘purification’ back to being nearly human and then her ascension to Xel’Naga. Then there was the fact Raynor always made her feel special...oh no. She’s lonely !
“Please do not flirt with foreign leaders, Jack.” Penta chided the woman and then looked Sarah in the eyes. “That said, we’d like to know more about you and your people. We’ll exchange our traits, histories, stuff like that. Cultural exchange is crucial to peace and prosperity. That said, sex is a very heavy part of our culture. Or at least the Empire’s culture. Know that while we’re not whores or whatnot, we don’t mind having fun.”
“A-ah...I see…” Sarah wasn’t very comfortable with that, but...it has been forever and it’s...cultural exchange , right? Besides, almost every person in this room exceeded humanity’s standards of beauty back when she’d been human...
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“What ?!” Marrow shrieked like a banshee when she got the report that Nexus was currently incapacitated, impounded and being sanctified for potential Hellish Corruption! She even stood up so fast she tossed her mahogany desk and it’s digital console interface to the floor of her office.
“What is it?!” Sito, her male Geth secretary who preferred a blatantly mechanical chassis to the biomech ones that became popular after Nora appeared, questioned in concern when he burst into her office to see what had upset her.
“My wife is in danger! I’ve gotta-ugh ! I hate my job!” Marrow snarled at herself. She didn’t hate the job itself, she hated that it kept her away from her family and friends all the time. Even when her wives and friends were all hanging out for the better part of a year, she still had work every day besides Sunday and only got to see them in the late afternoons until they went to sleep. That may be how most people live, but she was almost starved for her lover’s attentions!
“Oh...well, I was going to let you know just before you left, but since this qualifies as a family emergency…” Sito approached and handed her a dataslate, which she gawked at in shock. “Surprise. You’re being replaced and put on a voluntary Changeling Queen genome study that pays only a quarter what you used to make, but all you have to do is send requested samples weekly via approved collection methods.”
“B-but I’ve done my job exemplarily! I’ve done everything right! I don’t understand…” Marrow felt at a loss. She was happy, because she was now free to chase after her family, but she was upset because she felt like this was a way to get her out of the way. “Would you know if this is legitimate? My replacement isn’t a corrupt heretic or something?”
“All of our sources say that your replacement is legitimate, ma’am. ONI had one of their offices do the usual verifications.” Sito informed her and Marrow hung her head as she magically replaced her desk and the tools back on it, while picking up her personal effects. “Don’t be sad, ma’am. You were miserable here and I know that even though you were the consistent breadwinner, your household cumulatively makes more money than 99% of the planet.”
“Doesn’t make the fact I’ve been let go any easier. What does is the sense of freedom. I had already dealt with most of today’s workload, can I just go now?” Marrow asked and the Geth nodded his head. “It was good knowing you, Sito.”
“Same to you, ma’am. Now get going and go hunt down your wife. You’re overdue for a clutch according to the day planner I had kept up for you.” Sito reminded her and she beamed, her sad demeanor doing a 180, only for her to hunch over and again flip-flop into misery as she rubbed her stinging and empty abdomen which demanded she breed. “Ah, you can lay down in the waiting room before you leave.”
“Thanks, Sito.”
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When did he get here? Hunter sat up, blinking the dust from his eyes and looking around at the dusty and ancient room. He knew this room. He got up, shaking the dust from his tail and wings while he moved to a shelf and pulled away cobwebs to reveal a trinket that he froze upon seeing. He reached for it and gently removed it with shaking hands. “My father’s pendant. I thought it was gone forever…” It was tarnished and caked with dust, but he could get it restored.
He put it in his pants and winced at hearing Juneau yip at likely getting bonked with a snoot-full of dust. “*Choo! Sniff* What was that, Kevin?” His pocket puppy asked as she poked her head out of his waistband to look up at him from his abdomen. He was glad he slept in pajama bottoms with relaxed-fit stretchy waistbands already so Juneau had easy access to her established living space in his Inventory. It was an arrangement he found pleasing, literally.
“Sorry, June. That was my father’s pendant.” Hunter answered as he reached down to pet her head and rub her ears, causing the husky woman to make cute crooning noises.
“*aroo~* That dinky thing? I think you have some metal polish and old toothbrushes in here. I could get to work on that if you’d like.” He felt her fondle his nuts and could practically feel her tail wagging at least as fast as his got going when she touched him like that.
“I’d appreciate that, thank you.” Hunter pulled his waistband out further and pulled her up his torso to kiss as she pressed against him, her thighs downward still in his pants and rubbing on his length inside his Inventory before she winked and let go of his neck, letting herself fall back into ‘her’ room and thankfully left his teased manhood be, likely to do as she offered. “You’re such a tease~.”
“Hunter !” Collateral shouted so excitedly that the gray celestial cybertronian draco-wolf clutched his chest and jumped away from his towering brother, who had barged into his room like Cosmo Kramer in an episode of Seinfeld. “We’re home!”
“Yes, Collateral, I can see that!” Hunter clutched his chest as he tried to get his breathing under control. “But, still, it’s a mess. How is it still standing?” Last time they saw it, the planet itself was blowing up...along with their Guardian who stayed behind to contain the blast and following implosion, dying with it.
“No clue, but the others are here too! Get out here!” Collateral grabbed him by the shoulder and dragged the shorter Celestial Hybrid Transformer down the hall to the common room, which was just as disgustingly dusty, dirty and full of cobwebs. His siblings were all in attendance. At least, those native to here. “Found him!”
“Good. I was somewhat worried his companion would have kept him occupied.” Hunter gaped at the cloaked figure sitting in the sixth chair in the circle of the common room, which was their unofficial/official meeting place when they got together. Like a half-assed Jedi Council room. Runner’s joke stuck so hard about that.
“How is this possible?” Hunter asked as he slowly made his way to his seat and sat down in it, not even caring he was getting coated in dust. It would wash out and if not he could easily get his pajamas replaced. In fact, he was wondering why he was in pajamas. He faintly remembered the last thing he was doing was...what? Something about space robot bugs.
“Freedom saw fit to drag this world and I into a pocket universe.” Guardian answered, this made the Doom Marines feel rather...betrayed. How could Freedom do this and not tell them about it? “While in this place, I could heal from all grievously fatal wounds. The same goes for the world itself, as you can see.”
“Why didn’t he tell us about this?” Berserker asked quietly, though it was obvious that he was angry and rightfully so.
“Apologies, Bryan. However, you shouldn’t forget who broke Hell’s hold over you, your people and your universe.” Said entity spoke from the air. They couldn’t deny it, he was the one who came to the rescue.
Guardian sighed as she leaned back in her chair, giving them a smile. “Still, it’s good to see you all again. Freedom has kept me well informed on what’s been happening and I’m proud you have all led your people to a more prosperous future and are still fighting the good fight against Hell.”
“It's getting hard lately.” Berserker sighed and retrieved his Crucible. “My Crucible suddenly decided to stop working.” He squeezed the hilt to activate it, but the blade did not power up. The Hell?! That was working just fine before!
“Hm.” Guardian took the hilt from him and inspected it both with her eyes as well as her hands. “Have any of you been feeling different?” She asked them probingly, her shadowed hood sweeping over them.
“I have been feeling rather sluggish lately. Heavy as if something was weighing on my back, slowing me down and I don’t know why.” Pillar shared and slumped deeper into his dusty chair.
“I’m kinda the same, I can’t keep on target for long to kill it. I’ve been getting sloppy and causing even more collateral damage.” Collateral nodded as he voiced his own issues.
“Can’t say that I’ve been getting problems of my own, yet.” Hunter commented and valiantly fought against perking up at the touch of his mate running a hand across his scrotum in the way he’d become familiar with her using him as a directional reminder for his Inventory. To be honest, aside from all the lewd fun they get up to, it was pretty great having someone in there to manage his stuff. He never realized it was so messy and that kinda rustled his jimmies in a bad way. Even if he couldn’t see it, knowing it was a mess triggered him.
“Partly because your key worshipers: hunters, bounty hunters, snipers, spec-ops and even thieves have not been bothered by the upheaval of your various religious bases being corrupted by heresy.” Guardian informed him and Hunter blinked. Weren’t thieves and snipers and whatnot in Cocoa's arena? Sure, they tend to overlap and Cocoa was an incredible woman...shit, he’s getting hard remembering how incredible she is… “Mind out of the gutter please, you’ll get even more distracted.”
“Don’t remind him about Cocoa and he’ll keep his belt cinched.” Runner joked and Hunter felt himself blushing. One time. You pleasure a woman for two weeks continuously one time and your siblings never let you forget it. Not that he wanted to. Cocoa was a-. “Ep, ep ,ep!” Grr! “Heh, heh~! Anyway, our religion is being undermined?”
“Yes, but do not worry. Wiatr, as always, is apparently already aware and working to root it out. There are also warriors potentially as capable as any of you without Crucible weapons hunting down the insurgents, so that isn’t your concern. What is your concern, is coming to terms with the people you have become, rather than dwelling on the people you used to be. Time and perception of you has altered your very beings, now you must take up his offer.” Guardian intoned and stood from her chair, only to yelp when red arms wrapped around her and groped her modest chest through her cloak.
“Eh~! Gardy~! I thought you were dead~!” Luci Fer squealed happily as she molested her servant, who tried to break free from her mistress. Only, the Goddess of Evil was clearly too powerful to simply muscle away from. “You’re still so tiny too! Why aren’t you all super-busty like the trends have established?”
“I r-refuse to have enormous breasts that get in the way of my combat style!” Guardian snarled and began to squirm in the stronger woman’s grasp while the siblings looked at each other in a mixture of bemusement and amusement.
“Aw, but how will you train Vinnie if you don’t know how to work around tits the same size?” Luci mewled and pointed at Vinnie, then Bryan. “Also Brianna when she isn’t male.”
“Get off!” Guardian roared and elbowed the Goddess of Evil in the guts. Luci groaned in a disturbingly sexual way as she let go.
“Yay~! You actually got brass ovaries while you were away~” Luci cheered before she was suddenly a tiny chibi demon on Vinnie’s shoulder. “But now Vinnie will have to self-train and Brianna won’t be as capable when she’s feeling feminine.”
“As if they ever needed you.” Freedom spoke as he rolled his eyes at her. Somehow. Since when did they have a gender?! Since when did they has a physical form while not having a physical form?! Hunter felt a headache mounting.
“Who said anything about me? You just included me! Yay! Girls, I’ll teach you how to fight with a bodacious bod! Also, I’m your therapist! I’ll eat all your sins! Not literally, unless you want to do it that way. No judging allowed in this forum!” Luci cheered as she hugged Vinnie’s neck floof from her place on the golden bunny-wolf’s shoulder.
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Bwuh? Where am I? I’m all floaty. Am I drifting around in space on a coarse chair? I feel tingly, like I have ants under my skin, but not itchy. Mm~...something’s sucking my nipples. I looked down blearily and saw two massive hoses running from my nipples to an Imperial tanker ship. Oh, I’m being milked for my omni-gel, Argent or milk. Ah~ it's been awhile since I could kick back and just let myself be drained like a cow.
“Good to see you’re awake, Nexus. It’s been a few days. How are you feeling?” I blinked and looked around for the source of the call and smiled happily at the sight of one of my Planters. Judging by the formal name usage, they were a former Reaper rather than one of my fresh ones.
“I feel fine. A bit tingly inside, but fine. You all figured you could use me as a resource while I was out of it, huh?” I snickered and groped my breasts, causing the quick-set automated space station to strain with my production and rapidly fill the several docked Tankers, which was practically nothing to my current size.
My tits alone are the size of small moons after all. “That would be the purification partnered with the Zerg ensuring Hell didn’t leave any nasty surprises within you.” The Planter informed me and I valiantly fought to remain calm in the face of knowing I’d been infested with Zerg ! “That said, they’re simply doing one last sweep and then you’ll be cleared to do what you will.”
“Ah. Good.” So these Zerg are supposedly not evil? I’m still going to have Penny, Urta or Penta refill me and triple-check for them leaving any surprises later. “I can assume since I’m not a brainwashed or otherwise enslaved asset of Hell that we won despite being outnumbered and outgunned?”
“Correct. However, to say that our forces won would be stretching the truth. In all honesty, the enemy retreated long before they needed to. We are in a holding pattern.” Uh-oh...
