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The Rachni Queen	By : Hyperion Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 49568 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Armies of krogan clones, geth attacking human colonies, rogue Spectres leading Reapers to the Citadel, exploding spaceships.

None of them had ever pissed Shepard off as much as the sound of the empty bottle clinking against the side of her bed.

To hell with Williams, an angry voice in her head advised. Who needs her?

Who the hell did Ashley think she was, chewing her out like that on Horizon? Two years later and she was still on colony patrol, the kind of bullshit posting any Alliance marine knew was reserved for the unremarkable. And now she was going to act like some kind of moral authority? Like anyone in the Alliance top brass would even know who she was if Rose hadn't brought her onboard the Normandy? Like her stupid patrols were going to stop the Collectors?

Another voice with a little less alcohol behind it spoke up. Who are you kidding?

The real reason she was fuming right now was because some part of her feared Ashley was right about every single thing she said. It was a fear that had been with her ever since she'd said yes to the Illusive Man and agreed to lead the Normandy's new Cerberus crew. The only thing that troubled her more than the alarming physical change between her legs was the possibility that she was a different person in mind as well. Had she lost sight of who she was? Was she now a traitor to everything she'd stood for two years ago?

Where the hell is that last bottle?

Honoring the timeless pan-species tradition of drowning one's sorrows in alcohol, Rose had made her way through two whole bottles of Serrice Ice Brandy. She'd picked it up when the Normandy docked at a refueling port, intending to catch up with Dr. Chakwas over a few cold glasses, but then she'd met Ashley on Horizon, whose words had been stuck in her head ever since. The brandy was smooth and cool and drowned out the noise inside her brain, and so she'd refilled glass after glass until there wasn't a drop left in both the bottles at her bedside. There was a third bottle, she knew she'd picked up three bottles, so where the hell was that third bottle?

Drinking till you can't think about your problems is pathetic, the voice said.

Shut up, Rose advised.

If you have to wonder if you're a traitor, you probably are, the voice continued, refusing to shut up. So quit. Go to Anderson and beg the Alliance to take you back.

"Probably laugh and toss me in the brig," Rose mumbled out loud. The Alliance likely still thought Cerberus was working with the Collectors, helping them kidnap the colonists. Their history was not her friend. The Council didn't think anything was a problem unless it was right in front of their noses and throttling the life out of them. And then, of course, there was the fact that walking into the Citadel after she was caught on camera getting blown apart by an exploding ship two years ago might raise some suspicions about her identity.

Just more excuses, it said.

Oh, fuck you, Rose snapped at that rational, sensible voice in her drink-addled head. I'm going to find that last bottle, and then I'm going to drink until you stop preaching. Watch me.

And you wonder if you're still the same Shepard, the voice snapped back. Guess you lost your balls after you got the new ones.

The insult stung, and Rose decided to stop talking to herself. Speaking to voices in her head wasn't going to make her feel any better about her mental doubts, especially not when the voices were being mean. She tried to get out of bed, but that quickly proved to be a bad idea. One step and her legs gave way, and she fell in a crumpled heap at the side of the bed. She couldn't think straight, much less see straight, but after a while she managed to prop herself up with one hand against the bed, while the other hand fumbled around until it found the handle of the mini-fridge at the side of the bed.

Gotta be something around here....

There was only one bottle in the mini-fridge, and Rose could vaguely make out the letters "TUPARI SPORTS DRINK" when she held the label close to her face and squinted. It was better than nothing, and the momentary buzz helped her stagger back onto her feet, but she needed that third bottle now. It took her 20 whole minutes to cover the distance from her bed to the cabin door. She fell flat on her face at least six times, and the lights seemed way brighter than they usually were, but through sheer drunken perseverance, she eventually managed to make her way out of the cabin, pulling herself into the elevator and hoping her blind stab at the control panel would take her down to the pantry on the Crew Deck.

The faint hum of the descending elevator felt like someone had taken a saw to her skull, and she was grateful when it finally stopped and she could step out......until she collided with someone and fell back inside the lift, her legs blocking the doors from closing as the upturned bottle of Tupari soaked into her clothes, rapidly emptying as gravity did its business.

"Commander, I'm so sorry!", the unknown woman squeaked. "I didn't know you were there!"

"Dammit, Chambers!" she yelled, at a space two feet away from the head of the woman she thought was Kelly. "You clumsy little squirrel!"

"Um, it's Goldstein, Commander," the young crewman replied. "Jenny Goldstein? I work in circuitry."

"Whatever," Rose drawled, turning her gaze to the source of the voice. Goldstein's head was just a vague blur in her vision. "I don't need to hear your life story. You spilled Tupari all over me." Her head drooped to the side. "Wow, this stuff stinks."

"I'm sorry!" Jenny whispered in fright. "I swear I didn't see you there!"

"I don't believe you," Rose said, squinting to try and get a better look at the crewman. "You want to steal my brandy, don't you?"

"I don't.....what?"

"My brandy," Rose repeated, pressing her hands against the elevator walls and trying to pull herself up in one last ditch effort to rescue her precious bottle. "You want it, but you can't have it!"

"I, um....I don't want your brandy, Commander---"

"LIES!" Rose bellowed, startling Goldstein. The crewman could smell the alcohol on her commander's breath now. Things were starting to make sense.

"No, I swear I don't want it!" she said. "Look, to prove I'm telling the truth, I'll go bring you your bottle from the pantry, alright?"

"Promise you won't steal it?"

"I promise," Jenny replied. "I'll be right back with your bottle of brandy. Just sit tight, ok?"

"S'not like I have anything better to do," Rose mumbled.

A minute later, she could hear Jenny's returning footsteps, but from the sound of it, she wasn't alone. There were voices somewhere in the background, but she couldn't make out what they were saying with the way her skull was throbbing.

"......just found her like this, I swear...."

"Keep your voice down, for god's sake......"

"I'm sorry, I just......I didn't know what to do!"

And then Jenny's blurry form swam back into her vision, now accompanied by a new form she couldn't make out. Fortunately, she knew that voice well.

"Shepard, get up."

"I'm not parked down here because it's so comfortable, Miranda," she retorted. "And I asked for brandy. Your yelling is literally the opposite of brandy. Where the hell is Goldstein?" She craned her neck to face the blur next to Miranda's head she could only assume was the young crewman.

"Goldstein! You're fired. Cerberus thanks you for your service." Jenny yelped in shock, but Miranda quickly calmed her down.

"She's not fired," Miranda said firmly.

"I sent her to get me brandy, and she came back with you. There's obviously something wrong with her head. We can't have crazy people on our crew, you know." Shepard abruptly broke into a giggling fit. "Ok, no, we can, but Jack's only here because the Illusive Man said so."

"You've had enough brandy for both your lifetimes," Miranda said, snatching the Tupari bottle away. "Wait, what is this?"

"Tupari," Rose replied, slouching further. "Tastes ok. Smells like an elcor's ass. Goldstein spilled it all over me. Clumsy clumsy clumsy Goldstein."

"I'm sorry!" Jenny repeated, for the fourth time in less than ten minutes. She couldn't remember the last time she'd apologized this much. She was new to life on a spaceship, but somehow she doubted this was a regular occurrence.

"Goldstein, you can leave," Miranda told her, waiting until the crewman was out of sight and earshot before continuing. "What on Earth is wrong with you, Shepard?"

"Hiya, buzzkill," Rose slurred, "I need that brandy."

"You are the captain of this ship," Miranda hissed, "You cannot walk around drunk in front of the crew!"

"Pretty sure I can do whatever I want," Rose replied, waving her hands through the air. "Hence captain of the ship."

"For god's sake, Commander, the Normandy and her mission are Cerberus' highest priorities. Act like it!"

Rose giggled again. "Really? You people are worried about your reputation? That ship has sailed, sweetcheeks."

Miranda grabbed Rose under her arms and hoisted her up, disregarding her protests. The Commander Shepard she'd poured billions of credits into resurrecting was an inspirational figure, but clearly that Commander was out of the picture right now. For decorum's sake, it was probably best that the crew didn't see her like this. It was an awfully pathetic example of the "never meet your heroes" principle.

"Ow, ok, quit shoving---"

She punched in the button for the captain's cabin while doing her best to support Shepard's weight; in her condition, Rose could barely stand, much less walk a straight line.

“Go call Goldstein,” Rose said, shielding her eyes from the light once they entered the cabin. “That lamp is way too bright.”

Miranda continued to ignore Shepard, setting her down on the chair next to the study as she began rooting through her clothes cupboard.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Rose protested, lifting an impossibly heavy arm to gesture at her X-O. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“You’re drenched in god knows what,” Miranda replied, still digging for clothes. “You need a bath. And since you’ll probably somehow manage to drown yourself in the shower the way you are now, I’m going to have to give it to you.”

“Gonna have to buy me dinner before you get to see me naked, Lawson….”

“In case you’ve forgotten, I’ve already seen you naked, Commander. I rebuilt your entire body, remember?”

“Don’t remind me,” Rose muttered darkly. There was an angry undercurrent to her voice that should have raised alarms, but Miranda’s attention was focused elsewhere.

“These should do,” she said, extracting the required garments. “Now get up and get in the shower.”

“I can shower myself, thank you very much---“

“Watch it!” Miranda yelled, darting forward to catch Rose as she fell to her knees after taking one step out of the chair. “Just get in the shower, Shepard, before you give the Collectors cause to celebrate.”

There was a retort waiting in the wings, but Rose’s tongue felt thick and heavy in her mouth, and it refused to move enough to let her form the words. “Fine,” she eventually managed, and Miranda guided her until she was lying down in the bathtub, her arms propping her up against the sides.

"Raise them up," Miranda ordered, and Rose, too tired to argue, waved her hands in the air as the other woman peeled her wet top off.

"Thanks for the tits, by the way," Rose said, pinching her left nipple as her face contorted into a crooked smile. "Nicer than the ones I had before. Doesn't make up for the other thing, and I'm going to kill you for that one of these days, but the tits are nice."

Rose's breasts were indeed larger than Miranda remembered, and that puzzled her. She knew every specification of Shepard's body. The details were vital to a perfect reconstruction, and she'd memorized them until she could recite them backwards. Shepard's breasts weren't quite as big as that, but there were possible explanations. All kinds of things could have caused localized fat deposits to enlarge Rose's breasts. "What other thing?"

"Don't play dumb with me....."

"What other thing?"

"Seriously?" Rose smirked. "Alright, I'll play along," she said, gesturing at her pants. "See for yourself."

With trepidation, Miranda slowly pulled Rose's pants down. She didn't know what she was supposed to be looking for, but it quickly became apparent, protruding as it was out of the top of Rose's panties.

"My big, beautiful cock," Rose laughed bitterly. "Like your handiwork, Miranda?"

Miranda was aghast at the sight of the thick, meaty organ between Rose's legs. Bigger breasts were one thing, but there was no explanation for this. "Shepard, Cerberus didn't.....we didn't give you this, for god's sake!"

"Bullshit."

"We didn't do this! When did this happen?"

"Right after I joined Cerberus," Rose replied. "Weird coincidence, huh?"

"We didn't do this," Miranda repeated, more to herself than anyone else, her attention drawn to the sight of the strange organ gently pulsing as it started to become erect. It grew larger than any she had ever seen before, and then it kept growing, and in astonishment she gripped it at the base to feel for herself that this bizarre thing was real and not just some drunken prank Shepard was playing on her.

“Touch it again,” Rose breathed heavily, anger forgotten in the rush of endorphins released when Miranda had gripped her cock. She'd fantasized about this days ago, and blood surged down south as she remembered masturbating to those visions of Miranda. Her cock grew and stiffened, engorging in front of Miranda's awestruck eyes, until it was an inch away from her face. The smell was intoxicating.

It was also laced with rachni pheromones.

And so Miranda touched it again. Not with her hands. The pheromones clouded her mind and moving almost by instinct, her body did something she hadn't even thought of doing. Her lips parted and the tip of her tongue darted forward, making contact with the swollen head of Shepard's cock, lightly tracing a circle. It throbbed hard, harder than before, because the sight of Miranda's tongue on her cock proved too much for Rose, and she came torrents, cum blasting down Miranda's shocked, vulnerable mouth before she snapped out of her trance and pulled her head away, leaving the rest of it to splatter all over that skintight jumpsuit. By the time the last drops had dribbled out, Miranda was kneeling shellshocked on the floor, her face and body drenched in rachni semen. “Swear I didn’t know that was gonna happen,” Rose mumbled, a second before her brain finally gave up and she passed out.

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As she slumbered, Shepard’s brain drifted into dreams, and she found herself in a vast forest.

The trees glowed with emerald light, and the mud beneath her feet was soft, squelching lightly with every footstep she took. Her body was powerful, an inhuman construction that made the blood pump like thunder in her ears and the foliage bend and sway as she approached to let her pass. She glimpsed down upon herself and saw nothing she could recognize with certainty; some parts of her seemed familiar, but from the neck down, her new body was an obsidian black, with markings she’d never seen before, and strange protrusions from her back and legs that finished the bizarre picture. It was hard to tell where the woman ended and the creature began, but here in the forest, it felt natural to be like this. She felt in her element.

The crackle of a babbling brook caught her attention, and her keen eyesight spotted another creature in the woods, taking a sip from the pure, fresh water. The other one wasn’t like her, wasn’t monstrous, but possessed of a beauty that made her heart stop in her chest and the thunderous pounding in her ears fade to the background. She had skin as blue as the ocean, and azure eyes as deep as every ocean she’d ever seen.

She wanted it.

She pounced, and the other willingly surrendered, offering up her body and soul for Shepard’s pleasure. She sensed Rose’s power, and craved to feel it against her skin, and Rose delighted in expressing her power, smoothly entering the blue one as their feral cries of lust shook the forest. She looked down and saw the rapturous worship in the blue one’s eyes, and it drove her to move faster and harder, dominating her, determined to leave her mark on that pristine body, so everyone who saw it would know it belonged to her.

The hairs on the back of her neck stood at attention, like a lightning bolt had erupted through her body, and she knew someone was watching them. Still ravaging her azure lover, Rose looked around, her eyes searching until she found their spectator, another creature of those ethereal woods.

The new one’s skin was not blue, but a smooth porcelain white, with jet black hair that trailed down her back, inviting the gaze of all who looked to her flawless form. Her every movement reeked of sex, and for the brief moment that their eyes met, she smiled tantalizingly, and Rose could hear the thunder in her ears again.She had the one writhing beneath her. Now she wanted the other one too.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The rest of the crew was asleep, something Miranda was unimaginably grateful for. She’d washed most of the cum off in Shepard’s bathroom, but her clothes were ruined, and they stank to high heaven of the stuff. She couldn’t live down the embarrassment of someone seeing her like this, and once the elevator down to the Crew Deck opened its doors, she ran into her quarters as quickly as she could, bolting the door behind her.

Her mind swam with a hundred different questions, but she forced herself to think back to everything that had happened during Project Lazarus. She'd signed off on every procedure conducted, and she was sure she'd never approved giving Shepard a penis of all things. What would the point of that be? Could it have been an accident? Doubtful. Wilson might have been a traitor, but he was one of the best surgeons humanity had to offer. Some sort of contamination? But they hadn't been running any projects involving male subjects at the time. Where could the contamination have come from? She'd washed Shepard off as best she could, trying as hard as she could not to look at the cock again, even turning her head away while pulling some fresh clothes onto Rose's slumbering body.

And what was she supposed to do now? The Illusive Man's words from their last briefing came back to her. That was why Shepard was reading through her Lazarus files. She wanted to know if Cerberus had done this to her, and evidently she believed that to be true. So should she tell the Illusive Man? Would he pull the plug on the Normandy and call Shepard back for tests to determine what had happened to her? And after they'd seen the Collectors in action on Horizon, could they really afford the delay?

She peeled off her drenched clothes and prepared a hot shower, willing the questions away from her mind as she tried to calm herself down. It wasn't working. No matter how much she tried, she couldn't stop thinking about what she'd seen upstairs. How Shepard's cock had hardened in her grasp, how it had pulsed in her hand, how it had exploded all over her.......

A sudden surge of pleasure shocked her out of her reverie, and Miranda was stunned to find herself on her knees, one hand stroking her labia as the shower beat down on her.

The stroking reignited urges she'd put on hold many months ago as she prepared for this mission, and with them returning now, she indulged them, slipping a couple of fingers deeper, gently masturbating as that vague pheromone haze gripped her again.

Rose........

She plunged harder and deeper as she imagined what it would be like to be taken by that cock, to feel that rod thicker than her wrist splitting her tender pussy open as the Commander bent her over her desk.

Rose........

To feel it erupting inside her, warm blasts of the Commander's seed filling her completely.....

ROSE!

Abruptly, Miranda awoke from her trance. She was now flat against the shower floor, in a small puddle of watery cum that the shower had wiped off her body. A sticky strand drifted an inch away from her nose, suspended in water, calling out to her. Miranda let her lips part open, licking up the sticky strand and swallowing it whole. It was warm and gooey as it slipped down her throat and into her belly, and just thinking about what she'd done set her off, her body shaking in the throes of an orgasm as her hand was stained with her own juices.

And so it was that Miranda Lawson, the unflappable ice queen, was left sprawled on her shower floor, whimpering and moaning as she came, with the cool water slowly washing away the hot semen adorning her body.

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“Late start, Shepard. Long night?”

“Something like that.”

Joker’s voice crackling through the microphone on Shepard’s desk computer was torturously loud for the hangover she was nursing, but she figured the exchange of trivialities might at least steer her thoughts back to something normal. She’d woken up in her bed, in fresh clothes, and a few seconds later the events of the night before had come rushing back to her, giving her a headache even worse than the hangover.

Why couldn’t the alcohol have just suppressed all memory of the night before? Or given her irreversible brain damage while it was at it?

“Well, we’re almost there. ETA at the Citadel is 20 minutes. Got any fun activities planned? You know, aside from telling the Council we’re all gonna die if they don’t wise up about the Collectors.”

20 minutes was just enough time to freshen up and get to the hangar bay before anyone else. She hung up on Joker and washed her face, changing into her navy-blue Alliance uniform, the most formal thing she had in her closet. The only deviation from the official uniform was the pair of dark sunglasses she was wearing. With any luck, she'd make it out of the ship and into the Citadel before running into any of the crew.

Luck flew right out the window the minute Rose opened her cabin door, because outside, the person she least wanted to see at the moment stood waiting.

"Shepard, we...." Miranda hesitated for a second, and Rose realized she was just as shaken up as she was, which was oddly comforting at the moment. "We need to talk." Her gaze shifted down. "Why are you wearing that?"

"We don't need to talk about anything," Rose replied, walking past Miranda without looking at her. "And I'm wearing this because I'm seeing Anderson. Ashley was right. If I'm going to stop the Collectors, I need to do it with them."

Miranda's jaw dropped. "You can't do that! The Alliance will never move fast enough to save human colonies from attack. We can, and we need you there when we do it!"

"Stop trying to tell me what I can't do," Rose said through gritted teeth, trying to keep her anger in check. "And at least the Alliance doesn't practice their twisted experiments on me."

"We didn't do anything like that. Why would we? What purpose does it serve?"

“To humiliate me? Blackmail? Control? I can think of a dozen different reasons you people would do something like this.”

"Commander," Miranda implored, "Rose, please. I told you, Cerberus had nothing to do with......with that. I was in charge of Project Lazarus. I knew everything that was being done to you. This wasn't one of those things!"

"I know what you said, Miranda," Rose replied, pressing the button to summon the elevator down to the CiC. "I just don't believe you."

The elevator doors slowly opened, and Miranda caught Rose by the forearm, desperately trying to reason with her. Rose looked at her hand on her arm, and then met Miranda's eyes for the first time since they'd started the conversation.

"Forget the Illusive Man," Miranda said softly. "Forget Cerberus. Forget everything. Let me help you."

She seemed legitimately sincere, and Rose knew the Alliance would probably have her drowning in red tape before authorizing any action, if they even took her back, but she was angry, and in no mood to listen to reason at the moment. She shrugged her arm free of Miranda's grip and stepped into the elevator, leaving her X-O outside.

“The galaxy needs this, Rose,” Miranda pleaded. “Please don’t destroy everything we’ve worked for.”

She met Miranda's eyes again as the doors began to close, and left her hanging with her final words.

"I'll think about it."
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