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Shepard didn't know what he was expecting when he stepped out of the shuttle. After waiting for so long for this dire chemical spill to be cleaned up, he wouldn't have been surprised to see burst pipes, smoking puddles of noxious chemicals leaking out acidic fumes, and crewmen either vomiting or hurriedly donning gas masks to block out the plumes of hazardous smoke.

The last thing he expected to see, however, was what greeted him when he stepped out of the shuttle: absolutely nothing, besides a smiling communications specialist.

"Welcome back, Commander!" said Traynor, standing beside the shuttle in waiting for Shepard to emerge. "As you can see, we've cleaned things up rather well around here."

"Yes, I certainly can see that," Shepard remarked. As he stepped down out of the shuttle onto the Normandy's deck, he stared around at the vast shuttle bay. He was looking for any sign at all that there had been a major leak of hazardous waste in here, but he saw absolutely nothing. The floor was spotless, all conduits and waste transferal tubes completely intact. The crew in the area were manning their posts as usual. No, actually, that wasn't right. Shepard couldn't help but notice how... casual they all looked. Even if the spill had already been dealt with, he would have expected the crew to be on edge at least a little bit, nervous that whatever hole they had patched might rupture again unexpectedly.

But no. All of the crew went about their business, smiles on their faces as if nothing was the matter.

Traynor must have seen his confusion, and she let out a quick laugh. "I was surprised, too. Suppose it's a testament to the skills of the Normandy crew that they were able to deal with the damage so efficiently."

"Yeah, looks pretty normal in here to me," Ash remarked, following behind Shepard out of the shuttle. "Not so much as a single drop of battery acid to be seen." She paused for a moment, her nose wrinkling. "Although... Shepard, do you smell that? Smells like... hmm, can't place it."

Shepard nodded, staring around the shuttle bay as the three of them made their way over to the weapons and armor storage area. "Yeah, I can definitely smell something in here," he agreed.

But unlike Ash, he knew exactly what it reminded him of. Not that he would say it out loud, of course, but whatever chemical had contaminated the shuttle bay smelled like... well, no other way to put it. It smelled like sex. The smell of fresh sweat, body lube, and cum, or at least something that smelled a lot like those things, filled the entire room.

Shepard was a bit surprised that Ash didn't recognize the smell right away. Sure, she was a bit prudish, but she certainly hadn't been a virgin before he had met her. Maybe, like Shepard, she was just too polite to say it out loud.

"Mmm, you sure it was a hazardous chemical that got spilled in here?" Ashley said, inhaling deeply through her nose as she walked. "Whatever happened in here, it actually smells kinda good."

"You know, I did overhear some crew mentioning that there might be traces of the spill still lingering in the air," Traynor quickly responded. "And now that you mention it, it does smell a bit pleasant. But if the whole spill had still been here... trust me, you wouldn't be smiling right now. That stuff is dangerous. Quite a few of the crew got exposed to it, and they're experiencing some pretty strong symptoms. Light-headedness, shortness of breath, difficulty speaking. Dr. Michel is seeing to a few of the affected crewmembers right now, so I'm afraid we're a bit shorthanded at the moment."

"Well, hopefully we can at least get a skeleton crew together," Shepard asked, as he reached his storage locker and began removing his combat armor. "I want to set course for the Citadel as soon as possible."

Traynor nodded. "I understand, Commander. From what the doctor tells me, she's prescribed the affected crew a regular dose of protein injections, and that should get them back up and on their feet in just a few hours."

"Okay, that will give me time to write my report to Alliance brass," Shepard responded, stowing away the last piece of armor along with his weapons. "Where's Miss Lawson? I would have expected her to be the one to greet us."

"Miranda, right," Traynor answered. "She's at the CIC right now, I believe. Making sure the ship's running to top standards while you've been gone." Lowering her voice slightly, she added. "Just to let you know: she really took the lead in getting this mess cleaned up. But I'm afraid that... well, she might had exposed to a lot more of the chemicals than anyone else. Don't know what sort of effect it may have had on her, but just know that she might be acting a little strangely."

Shepard looked concerned. "If that's the case, I should go relieve her of duty immediately. Sounds like she needs some bed rest."

"Oh, I agree that she should definitely be in a bed right now," Traynor said, an odd tone to her voice. For a split second, so quick that Shepard wasn't even sure he saw it, the tip of Traynor's tongue slid out to wetly drift along her lips. Shepard's mind was brought back to the voices he had heard over Oriana's omni-tool earlier.

The long wait down on the planet, the smell of sex in the air and the sound of Miranda begging to be fucked, Shepard thought to himself. If I didn't know any better, I'd swear that... no, it couldn't be.

"Well, I'll be sure to send out a message thanking the crew for dealing with such an unusual situation when I get back to the CIC," Shepard said, starting to make his way towards the lift.

"Wait, Shepard!" Traynor called out. "Before you do that, I almost forgot. The reason I was waiting here was... Liara asked you to come by her office as soon as you got back. Something about her condition that she wanted to tell you about right away."

Shepard's expression immediately darkened. "What is it? Have things gotten worse?"

"Not... worse," Traynor responded, her expression turning cagey. "Best that you talk to her yourself."

"Don't worry about it, skipper," Ashley chimed in, finishing the process of removing her own armor and weapons. "I'll go check in on Miranda, make sure she's feeling alright. Right before I get out of this damn uniform and take a shower. Starting to get pretty ripe in here after all that time planet-side."

"Thanks, Ash," Shepard said, while remembering Ash's promise down below. Don't go thinking you'll be getting back into that uniform any time soon, Commander Williams. Once I'm sure that Liara is okay and that the Normandy is properly staffed, we're going to be making up for some lost time in my cabin, he thought to himself. "I'll be up in a bit after I see about Liara," he said out loud.

Ashley nodded, doing her best not to show her annoyance on her face. Yes, Liara was in a really bad state right now, and probably could use Shepard's assurances. But the way he always hopped to it whenever she gave him an instruction... she shouldn't be jealous. She knew she shouldn't. But, as irrational as it was, she couldn't help how she felt.

Maybe after they were back on the Citadel, and Liara's condition had been seen to, she would have that talk she'd been meaning to have with Shepard. About how Liara was their friend, and how depressed she would look whenever Thessia was mentioned. She had the speech all planned out in her head: Maybe we should talk to Liara together. Convince her that it would be best if she were to leave the Normandy for a while, and help out back on her home planet. It doesn't have to be a permanent thing, and she can come back whenever she wants. But her people need her now, Shepard. We should try to make her understand that.

Yeah, it was a bit selfish of her. But she really did believe that Liara would be happier back on Thessia, rolling up her sleeves and helping with the rebuilding of her homeworld. And while she was doing that... Ash would have Shepard all to herself. Win-win for everyone.

But that conversation was for later. After Liara and Samara's unfortunate condition was dealt with... if it even could be. In the meantime, Ash rode up the lift with Shepard in silence, saying nothing as he got off on Deck 3 to visit Liara.

* * *

Stepping off on Deck 3, Shepard felt that strange vibe he had picked up in the shuttle bay. As he passed crew members on his way to the way to Liara's office, they gave him casual salutes and strange smiles.

It wasn't that Shepard was that much of a stickler for Alliance discipline on his ship; he'd never been one for protocols and procedures, and figured that as long as you did your job to the best of your ability, it didn't matter if one of the fasteners on your uniform was undone while you were doing it. But everyone on the Normandy that he had seen since he had arrived just seemed so... unconcerned. They had just had a massive chemical spill in the shuttle bay, and yet everyone on the Normandy was walking around acting like they were on shore leave, not a care in the world.

Something else was off when he walked around into the mess hall area, and after a second Shepard realized what it was: the privacy shades on the med-bay were down. Grabbing a random ensign on her way by, Shepard pointed in the medical facilities and questioned her.

"Oh, Dr. Michel is just... um... tending to some of the chemical spill victims in there," the ensign responded, biting her lip and fidgeting.

"Yes, but why are the shades down?" Shepard responded, staring dubiously at the opaque barriers. "Are the effects of the exposure that... upsetting? Maybe I should go take a look, see if..."

"No, it's not that!" the ensign suddenly exclaimed. "It just... um..."

As Shepard watched her stammer, suddenly the ensign cocked her head to the side, as if listening to some distant voice. For a long time she stood in silence, eyes unfocused as she almost imperceptibly nodded. Finally, just when Shepard was about to ask if she needed to visit the med-bay as well, she finally spoke. "It's a... light sensitivity thing. Another one of the side effects of the exposure. The Mi... um... Liara said it would be best to keep the shades down to avoid damaging the eyes of the affected crew."

"Liara said that?" Shepard asked. "Seems like she knows a lot about this chemical spill."

"She does!" the ensign exclaimed, her voice at a strangely loud volume. "You should go see her right away! She can tell you all about the chemicals and... and everything else!" She smiled widely and artificially, the sudden change to her expression both looking ridiculous and a trifle unsettling at the same time.

Shepard nodded, making a note to advise Dr. Michel to have a look at this particular ensign. Perhaps she had inhaled some of those chemicals as well. "Thanks for the information, Ensign," he said, before making a move to walk around the female bridge officer.

"Um, Commander?" the ensign said, moving slightly to block Shepard's path. "After you see Liara, could you... could I..." Glancing over at the crew milling around the mess hall, she leaned in close to Shepard. "Could I be your first?"

Shepard gave her a confused look. "First? First what?"

"I shouldn't say anything, but..." the ensign said quietly. And then out of nowhere, she suddenly moved forward, inches away from Shepard. Shepard let out a surprised gasp as the ensign reached forward and placed her hand directly on his crotch. "I'd love for you to make me your first after the Mi... after Liara makes you and Commander Williams like us." Shepard was too stunned by the blatant gesture to move or even speak, as the ensign moved her hand up and down the growing erection inside his uniform. "It'll be so wonderful, Commander. Ever since I signed on to the Normandy, I've always wanted to fu..."

"Ensign Hartwell!" a heavily-accented voice exclaimed. The sound of it shocked Shepard to his senses, and he quickly stepped away from the brazen ensign. He looked around the mess hall to see if anyone had noticed the encounter (and would be the type to rat him out to Ash later), but all of the crew remained completely focused on their meals and small-talk.

He turned to see Dr. Michel standing at the open door to the med-bay, gesturing towards Ensign Hartwell with a hand. "Please report to the med-bay immediately!" she barked. As the ensign moved around Shepard towards the door, Chloe gave Shepard a bashful smile. "So sorry, Commander. I'm afraid Ensign Hartwell may have been exposed to the chemical spill more seriously than we thought. I wouldn't take too much stock in anything she may have said to you just now. Delirium is one of the side-effects we've been seeing from those exposed to the chemical leak."

"Not a problem, doctor," Shepard said, as Dr. Michel ushered the ensign into her med-bay. In his mind, though, he couldn't help but ponder. Delirium, light-headedness, sensitivity to light... seems like the side-effects of being exposed to this chemical keep growing by the minute.

And not to mention the one last thing that Shepard noticed as Dr. Michel went back into the med-bay, just before the door shut and locked behind her: the lights were on full-blast in the med-bay. Just as bright, if not brighter even, than the lights in the mess hall.

Sighing, Shepard made a mental note to drop by and talk to Dr. Michel later. Right now, he had to check in on Liara.

And find out what that chemical was, so that he could see about getting Ash exposed to as much of it as possible.

* * *

Once the med-bay door was shut behind them, Chloe immediately grabbed the waistband of Hartwell's uniform pants and, along with her panties underneath, yanked them down to her ankles. "Bend over, you mouthy little slut," she hissed, before reaching over to a nearby medical table. Once, there might have been an array of scanning tools and probes here, but now it was being used for a far more important purpose: the table was filled with sex toys of every shape and size, from dildos to lube to more painful tools of pleasure. As Hartwell slowly bent over, Chloe grabbed one of these in particular: a large round paddle, which she immediately put to use on Hartwell's exposed backside.

"I'm sorry, Chloe!" Hartwell cried out, as the med-bay rang out with the sounds of the paddle slapping against her ass. "I couldn't help myself! I'm so sorry!"

"Don't apologize to me, idiot," Chloe responded. "Apologize to the Mistress."

"I'm so sorry, Mistress," Hartwell squealed, as the paddle struck her ass again and left it reddened and sore. It was out of habit that she spoke aloud; the Mistress would have heard her even if the words were only spoken in her head. Nonetheless, she still pleaded for forgiveness with her mouth. "Please forgive me, Mistress."

She heard the response in her head. If your tongue is so eager to flap, Ensign, I'm sure my loyal servant can put it to good use.

This drew Hartwell's attention to the other end of the room, where several members of the crew were currently continuing the once ship-wide orgy on the med-bay's cots. Including Samara, who pulled her cock out of Lieutenant Bocelli's dripping snatch to stroll over to the bent-over Hartwell and present the massive rod in front of Hartwell's mouth.

"Open," Samara commanded, and Hartwell immediately obeyed. The sound of her sloppy sucking as Samara started fucking her face soon joined the sounds of moans, grunts, and the paddle slapping against her ass.

I love you so much, Mistress, Hartwell thought to herself as Samara's cum soon flooded her mouth, sending a rush of pleasure right to the center of her brain. Even your punishments are a blessing.

* * *

"Oh, Commander Wil... Williams," Miranda stammered, turning around from the hovering Normandy schematic to greet Ash as she stepped off the lift. "I'm glad to see that you've... you've.... um, returned."

"Good to be back," Ash said, while giving Miranda a concerned look. "Everything alright? From what Specialist Traynor said, it sounds like you might have been exposed to those chemicals pretty badly."

Miranda quickly shook her head, as she started walking towards the stairs leading down from the CIC. Ashley couldn't help but notice that Miranda was walking very oddly. Every step was taken gingerly, and she seemed to wince as she reached the first stair down. "Non... nonsense. Sam is... she's exaggerating. I'm just..." Miranda's words suddenly were cut off by a sharp gasp.

"What is it?" Ash said, taking a quick step forward. "Is something the matter?"

"Ev... everything is... is fine, Commander," Miranda said, despite the sweat starting to form on her upper brow. "I'm just a... just a little tired, is all."

* * *

"We're such mean bitches, aren't we?"

Jack smiled in response to Oriana's question. "Damn straight we are. But that cheerleader deserves it after she tried to fuck up our relationship."

From Oriana's bed, the two of them watched the hovering video feed from the CIC's surveillance camera. On the screen in front of them, Miranda gasped and squirmed and Ash watched her in confusion.

"I'm not even sure how she's still standing," Oriana observed, as she fiddled with the control box in her hand. "Between all the cum still plugged up inside her ass, and the remote-control vibrator we have taped over her clit, she should be quivering on the floor by now."

Jack smirked over at Oriana. "Well, she is a genetically-perfect clone, after all. So much better than anyone else... except for you, of course."

"Thanks, babe," Oriana responded. "Still... she's probably hit her limit by now. And the last thing I should do would be to increase the vibration speed on that egg she's got buried inside that tight little jumpsuit of hers."

"Yeah, you're right," Jack said, while a devious smile crept over her face. "You should probably just hit the off switch on that thing, save the cheerleader any further embarrassment."

Holding up the control box, Oriana hit a button, and an over-acted expression of shock came over her face. "Oh, dear! Looks like I accidentally increased the speed instead!"

* * *

"Ooohhhh!" Miranda let out a low moan, her knees shaky as she clenched her fists and forced a smile to her face. "Like I said... I'm just... just fine. I can keep... keep manning the CIC until... unh... Shepard gets back."

"You sure?" Ashley asked her. "Nothing personal, Miranda, but you seem a bit..." Cocking an eyebrow, she twisted her neck slightly. "Do you hear that?"

"H... hear what, Commander?" Miranda said, her voice trembling. "I don't hear a... hear a thing."

Ashley shook her head. "Maybe I'm imagining it, but for a second there I thought I heard something buzzing."

"Prob... probably nothing," Miranda said, while pressing her thighs firmly together and clenching her fists even tighter.

* * *

"Uh, oh," Jack said to Oriana. "Think Miss Goody Two Shoes heard our little toy. You should definitely turn it off now."

"Yeah, this has gone on long enough," Oriana agreed, moving her fingers on the control box again. "Oh, whoops! There I go again! Looks like I pushed the wrong button again, and turned the vibrator up to the max setting."

Jack let out a sigh. "Babe, I love you, but you can be so clumsy sometimes. How could a genetically-enhanced perfect woman like you be such a butterfingers?"

Oriana shrugged, before pointing a thumb behind her. "Suppose I might be a little distracted by the hard cock fucking me up the ass right now," she observed, while shifting around in her hands-and-knees position on the bed, making herself more comfortable as the crewman behind her thrust into her rear passage.

"Yeah, that might be it," Jack responded. "I'd offer to take charge of the box, but I'm kinda busy riding this guy right now," she bounced her hips up off the crewman lying underneath her before slamming herself back down on his cock, as if to illustrate this point. "So I'd probably be just as much of a fucking klutz."

* * *

"There it is! I can really hear it now, what... God, Miranda, you're shaking like a leaf!" Ashley exclaimed. "Go to the med-bay right away!"

"No, I... I have to stay," Miranda said with a grimace, even as she looked ready to fall off her high-heeled boots and tumble to the deck in a damp heap. She was soaking with sweat now, strands of her dark hair sticking to her cheeks as she clenched her thighs tightly together. "She... she told me I had to stay."

Ashley stared at Miranda with a mix of concern and confusion. "What are you talking about? She... who told you that?"

"I... I mean... oh, God..." Miranda moaned. "It's so... sooooo..." She looked off into the distance for a moment, and then a smile crept onto her sweat-glistening face. "Okay. I can go back to my quarters now. She said I... I mean... I'm allowed to go to rest in my quarters now."

Ashley stared quizzically at Miranda, while continuing to hear that loud buzzing sound. And trying her best to ignore that dark spot that was starting to form between the legs of Miranda's jumpsuit. God, I hope "loss of bladder control" isn't another side effect of those chemicals, she thought to herself, as Miranda began slowly shuffling in the direction of her quarters. "Okay, get some rest, but see Dr. Michel as soon as you can," she instructed Miranda.

"Co... coming... I mean going," Miranda said, her breath hitching for a moment before she let out a long sigh. "I'll be going to see Dr. Michel soon. Just need to go to bed for a bit."

As soon as Miranda was gone, Ash turned to one of the bridge officers. "Shepard will be here soon. Just... keep the ship from blowing up until he gets here, okay?"

"Roger that, ma'am," the officer responded.

Ash thought to question him about Miranda, and just how badly she had been exposed to those chemicals, but decided to put it off until later. Right now she just needed to rest. Heading into the lift, she tried her best to keep her mind off what had just happened, but the moans that Miranda was letting out were still ringing in her ears.

Didn't they sound a lot like... like what you heard over Shepard's comms? she thought to herself, but immediately dismissed it. Those were from one of Joker's pathetic porno vids. The thought of Miranda debasing herself like that in the real world... totally absurd.

* * *

Miranda wasn't even completely through the door to her and Oriana's quarters before her jumpsuit was unzipped and falling off her body. The buzzing of the vibrating egg between her legs was now loud and clear, as well as her wanton, horny gasps.

"Nice work, cheerleader," Jack sarcastically congratulated her. "You almost managed to make it a whole minute pretending not to be a dirty cock-crazed slut." Turning to Oriana, she smirked. "Think we should reward your sis, babe?"

"I suppose she deserves it," Oriana said. Looking over at her shoulder to the man with his cock balls-deep in her ass, she pointed over to her horny, sweaty sister. "Go give my sister what's she's been craving."

The man pulled out of Oriana, while Jack rolled off the crewman she had been bouncing on, and Miranda felt to her knees with a contented smile on her face as the two men brought their cocks over to her. She wrapped her lips around one, the taste of Jack's pussy juices on it sending a warm tingle through her, while gripping onto the other and vigorously stroking it. By the time she switched and began blowing the other crewman, Jack and Oriana had already re-positioned themselves. Laying on their sides belly-to-belly – and mouth-to-twat – the two women hungrily licked each other while Miranda stroked and sucked cock, the expression on her face utterly content.

* * *

"Hello, Shepard," Liara said, turning in her chair to stand and greet him.

"Hell... lo, Liara," Shepard said, stammering as he got a good look at her for the first time since leaving. The changes were obvious, even without Liara's interesting choice of attire: whatever the Prothean had done to Liara's anatomy between her legs also appeared to be affecting the rest of her body. Her breasts seemed to have almost doubled in size, and they strained against the tight cropped t-shirt she wore.

Which was another oddity: Shepard could have sworn that Traynor had only brought Liara loose-fitting, dumpy clothing to wear. The tiny shirt that Liara was currently wearing, however, left the bottoms of her expanded breasts on full display, and Shepard thought he could see the faintest hint of the dark circles of Liara's areolas just underneath the hem. The shirt was thin, as well, and Shepard forced himself not to look at Liara's erect nipples poking against the fabric of the immodest garment.

If the shirt was questionable, however, Liara's choice of wardrobe for her lower half was even more extreme. Instead of a loose pair of sweats, Liara was wearing a brightly colored pair of tight yoga pants. Under normal circumstances, such a garment on Liara would have been a guilty pleasure for Shepard to observe. But not when the clingy leggings seemed to outline every inch of Liara's massive cock running down her left thigh, and the giant balls dangling between her legs. Liara obviously noticed Shepard's staring and, rather than look bashful, she rested a hand on her hips and arched her brow, looking almost pleased to be gawked at.

Swallowing hard, Shepard forced himself to ignore Liara's choice of dress, and focused his attention back to her face. "Traynor said you wanted to see me as soon as I got back. Is something the matter?"

A smile slowly crept across Liara's face. "I suppose you could say that. Except it is more that... well, I just wanted to thank you, Shepard. For being so concerned about me and Samara. The fact that you were willing to put aside this mission to rush us to the Citadel was so..." she trailed off.

"Of course, Liara. You're very important to me... both of you," Shepard quickly added. "After all you two have done for me in the past, the least I could do is make sure you get medical treatment as soon as possible."

"Yes. The least you could do," Liara repeated, her smile twisting in an odd way. "But never mind. There was something else I wanted to talk to you about, Shepard. Something about my current condition."

Shepard gave her a concerned look. "What is it? Are you feeling ill? I know Dr. Michel is busy with the crew exposed to that chemical spill, but I'm sure we can get you in to see her..."

Liara waved a hand. "No, it's nothing related to my health. It's more... well, it's something I never quite understood until now. A mystery that my condition has finally illuminated for me."

"A mystery... about the Protheans, you mean?" Shepard asked, not following Liara's line of thought.

Liara laughed. "No, Shepard. About your species." She ran a hand along the side of her left leg, and Shepard reluctantly followed her gesture down to the bulge underneath her tight pants. "It is unusual, isn't it? How the Prothean device gave Samara and me a piece of anatomy so similar to that of a human male? But at the same time, I feel like it has given me a whole new... perspective on things. On why your species so enjoys the act of physical lovemaking." She looked into Shepard's eyes and laughed again. "And enjoys observing others in the act of it as well."

"Liara, please," Shepard said, averting his gaze from Liara's piercing blue eyes. "We said we wouldn't talk about that anymore."

"Oh, but things have changed since then, haven't they?" Liara asked. And maybe he imagined it, but Shepard thought he detected a hint of something... caustic in her tone. "Changed so much since that night in your quarters, after we defeated the Shadow Broker and I took over his position. You do remember that night, don't you, Shepard?"

Shepard forced himself to look back up at Liara, only to jump as she realized she had moved to stand right in front of him.

"Here," she said, as her hands went up to his face and her eyes went black. "Let me remind you."

* * *

As the door slid open on to the top deck of the Normandy, Ash let out a weary sigh. It had been one hell of a day, between the rachni fight, the chemical spill, and Miranda's odd behavior. Right about now, Ash was ready to just strip out of her clothes, take a long hot shower, and lay in bed until she was needed on duty again.

Just as she reached the door to her and Shepard's quarters, however, her eyes caught something on the floor. Resting against the bottom of the door was a datapad. Its holographic surface was decorated with only one piece of text: a large number "1."

"What the..." Ash muttered to herself, bending down to pick up the datapad and hitting a button. Immediately, the large 1 was replaced with a small paragraph of text.

"Follow these notes in order. Complete every step and receive your prize."

Ash stared at the text. "Who put this..." she ruminated, before finally remembering her promise to Shepard. No doubt this was part of whatever fantasy of his that Ash was about to be forced to indulge. Making an annoyed grunt, she tossed aside the datapad and opened the door. Almost immediately after stepping into their cabin, she spotted several more datapads littered around the interior of the cabin.

"Shepard, is this your idea of 'something different'?" she asked out loud. "A scavenger hunt?"

Part of her wanted to tell Shepard where to shove his silly datapads, but she did agree to indulge him. Looking around the room, she spotted a datapad labelled "2" sitting on a table down by their couches. Along with the datapad was a bottle of champagne in a bucket of ice.

"Pour yourself a drink," the datapad instructed. Well, not too bad so far, Ash thought as she grabbed one of the two small glasses nearby and pulled out the bottle of champagne.

"Jeez, Shepard, you could have at least gotten us a new bottle," she muttered, seeing that the cork had already been popped on the green bottle of liquor. Regardless, she poured herself a drink as instructed and took a quick sip. The sip soon turned into a gulp as she got a taste of the surprisingly delicious champagne, and soon the entire glass was gone.

As she finished the glass and started looking for the next datapad, something that had been bothering her since she had arrived in their quarters finally clicked in her brain. "Goddamn it, Shepard!" she cursed out loud, as it all came together: the chemical spill, Miranda's weird behavior... it was all Shepard's doing. No doubt Miranda was putting on that big show to keep Ash distracted while Shepard slipped up the lift ahead of Ash and got this all set up. Ash was a bit surprised that Miranda would have been willing to make such a scene in front of the crew just to do a favor for Shepard.

But still... it made too much sense. Ash was willing to bet that all of it was bullshit, even the chemical spill itself. No doubt an excuse to keep her and Shepard down on the planet so that Shepard's dutiful crew could help their commander get this whole silly game set up.

"Shepard, I swear," she muttered. Despite herself, though, she couldn't help but see what else her devious boyfriend had cooked up. Datapad number 3 was on the floor next to the wall panel that controlled Shepard's music player.

"Press Selection #5," the datapad instructed, and Ash pushed the indicated button on the wall panel. The room was immediately filled with slow, romantic lounge music. Ash rolled her eyes. So predictable, if a little bit louder than she would have liked.

Ash tried to hit the volume button on the panel, only to find it disabled. Shepard has to have everything exactly how he wants, I guess, she thought to herself as she tossed away the datapad and began hunting for #4. Still... so far this isn't nearly as degrading as I would have expected, considering what it had taken for him to get this promise out of me.

"Dim the lights," said Datapad #4, sitting on their nightstand next to the light controls. Ash happily obliged, if for no other reason than it made it easier for her to spot the last few datapads glowing inside of their quarters. She found #5, and the instruction it gave her was unambiguous: "Remove all of your clothing."

Ash sighed. "Well, at least he's not going to ask me to do a striptease for him like those whores down at the Dripping Azure," she observed, unlacing and stepping out of her boots before unfastening her uniform and letting it slip down to the floor. Her underwear came next, and soon she was standing with nothing on but a mildly annoyed look.

There was one last datapad, #6, sitting on top of the sheets of their bed. Next to it was a black strip of fabric. Ash wasn't sure what the purpose of that was until she read the datapad: "Blindfold yourself and lay down on the bed. Don't move or say a word until I tell you."

"Well, at least that puts an end to reading any more datapads," she quipped to herself. Taking hold of the fabric, she started wrapping it around her head.

But then she heard something unexpected, and with a gasp she dropped the small strip of fabric down onto the bed, whipping her head around the room in shock.

For a second, she thought that Shepard had actually being pulling an elaborate prank on her. Just as she had started putting on the blindfold, she could have sworn she had heard a whispered voice. So quiet, and yet audible even over the loud music playing in the room. Just as she thought she had imagined it, she heard it again. But a different voice this time, smooth and obviously female instead of a rough male voice.

But looking around the room, she saw no sign of anyone around. It took her a few moments to realize that the voices weren't in the room. They were in her head.

Shit, did I inhale too much of those chemicals after all? she thought to herself, trying to remember if "hearing voices" was one of the side effects that Traynor mentioned. But as she stood and concentrated all of her mental attention on the voices, she realized that the existence of the unexplained sounds wasn't even the worst of it. Once she heard what they were actually saying...

Mmm, Commander Williams is such a hot bitch. Can't wait to stick my cock inside that tight ass of hers and hear her squeal.

Wonder if Ash shaves her twat or not. Guess I'll find out soon enough when I'm eating out that juicy cunt.

Gonna cum all over that frigid slut's face just so Oriana and Jack can make Miranda can lick it off.

And mixed in with all of the vulgar words directed at her, she could hear several references to "the Mistress."

The Mistress is wonderful.

I hope the Mistress takes me again tonight.

I've still got the taste of the Mistress in my mouth. I hope it never goes away.

Who is the Mistress? she thought to herself.

The second the thought entered her mind, all of the voices in her head immediately stopped, as if a comms connection had been abruptly severed.

For a moment, she stood stock still, waiting to see if the unexplained voices started up again. When they didn't, Ash started to reach for her underwear on the floor, deciding to head down to the med-bay and put Shepard's little sex game on hold. If she really did get a whiff of those chemicals, she should probably get treatment as soon as possible.

You don't need to go to the med-bay, said a voice in her head, and her hand froze above her panties.

You're fine, said another.

Just keep following Shepard's instructions.

And it was strange. Even though they were the same voices that had left her so surprised and nervous before, the sound of their assurances calmed her.

You're just imagining things.

Forget you ever heard this.

Shaking her head slightly, Ash smiled to herself as she stood up straight again. Just imagining things, she thought to herself, shaking her head slightly. Don't even know what I was thinking.

Reaching back down to grab the blindfold again, she wrapped it around her head and tied it tight. With that done, she felt her way onto the bed, unable to see a thing as she lounged back against the pillows and waited.

After a few minutes in the dark, she heard the door to their quarters slide open and light footsteps as Shepard stepped inside. She wanted to make some remark about his bizarre little game, but she had agreed to humor him. So she remained quiet, waiting to see if he gave her any further instructions.

But instead, after a few awkward moments of silence, she felt a strong grip of fingers around her left wrist. As she let out a gasp of surprise, she felt her arm being pulled up and to her side, her wrist being pressed against the headboard. Once Shepard's grip left her left arm, she attempted to move her hand back, only to find it locked in place. Hard-light cuffs, she realized after a moment, as Shepard performed the same procedure with her right hand.

Once Ash was cuffed against the head of the bed, Shepard's hands went to other places. Ash's breath hitched in her throat as she felt him start to caress her bare breasts. "Shepard, that's..." she started to say, speaking loudly to be heard over the music filling the cabin.

"Shhhhh..." she heard Shepard hiss in the darkness behind her blindfold, before Ash felt the warmth of his mouth enveloping one of her nipples. Despite herself, she let out a low moan, the feeling of his tongue moving wetly against the apex of her breast sending a delightful shiver through her body.

Dammit, she hated to admit it to herself. But as Shepard continued to lavish attention on her tits, Ash could feel herself starting to get moist. Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all, she thought to herself, as Shepard shifted on top of her, moving his mouth to her other breast to lap at her now stiffened nipple. Or maybe that's just the champagne talking.

Which was weird when she thought about it: she had only had one small glass, and she was feeling slightly tipsy just from that small taste. Light-headed and giddy... and horny as hell. Part of her wondered if Shepard might not have slipped a little something extra into that bottle, but that was ridiculous. He was a pervert, but he wasn't the type to drug his own girlfriend just to liven things up in the bedroom. But still... whatever champagne that was, it was definitely the strong stuff.

"Mmmm..." Ash moaned, as she felt Shepard's hand drift down between her thighs. Without hesitation, she spread her legs wider to give his probing digits access. Soon enough, she felt him slide a finger down into her warm wetness, Ash wiggling her hips in appreciation as he fingered her twat.

This was unbelievable. Throughout their entire relationship, Shepard had never been much of a "foreplay" type of guy. If he had just told Ash that this was what he had planned for the evening, he wouldn't have had to work so hard to get her to agree to it. Ash was loving every minute of this slow, sensual seduction.

"Oh, fuck, Shepard," Ash gasped in surprise, as Shepard's fingers were soon replaced by his tongue. Shit, where did he learn that? Ash thought, as she felt Shepard's tongue skillfully moving against her clit. The few times that her boyfriend had gone down on her in the past, early in their relationship, had been... adequate. But neither of them had enjoyed it much, and Ash hadn't complained much when he had ceased the practice entirely.

But this was something else. Something... amazing. Ash groaned deeply as Shepard lapped at her clit, the tip of his tongue teasingly darting around and along the sensitive nub of flesh. That groan turned into a muttered "Oh, fuck," as she felt Shepard's fingers spread open her pussy lips and directed his tongue down between her dripping folds. "Fuck, Shepard," she finally spoke up. "You keep doing that to me, and I'll do whatever the hell you want once you take me out of these cuffs."

"Shhhh..." Shepard shushed her again, barely audible over the loud romantic music playing. Only this time, she could feel the warmth of his breath against her wet twat, and the sensation forced another gasp out of her lungs. Then his tongue was against her clit again, expertly teasing at the fleshy nub. His fingers probing down inside of her, pushing against her sensitive inner walls in a way that was bringing her close to the brink of climax.

And just as she could feel the impending release, Shepard's mouth and fingers suddenly disappeared. "What?" she exclaimed in surprise. "Dammit, Shepard, don't stop! I was so close to..."

Her words were interrupted by a new sensation against her pussy. This one a lot more familiar: the head of Shepard's cock pushing slowly into her. But after all of Shepard's skillful teasing, Ashley welcomed him penetrating her in a way that she could have never imagined before.

"Fuck me, Shepard," she gasped, shifting her hips forward to try and impale herself on Shepard's prick. She wasn't normally the type for dirty talk, but the way Shepard was teasing her was causing her to abandon any pretense of romance to this encounter. She didn't want to make love tonight. She wanted to get fucked, and right now. But every time she moved her hips towards him, Shepard shifted away, keeping the head of his prick perched tantalizingly at the entrance of her pussy. "Dammit, Shepard, stop teasing me. I want you inside me so bad."

And then, with one hard thrust, it was inside her... and Ashley knew immediately that whatever it was that had been teasing at the entrance of her pussy, it definitely wasn't Shepard's cock.

It wasn't that God hadn't blessed her boyfriend with a fairly sizable manhood. But whatever Shepard had shoved into her was bigger than his cock. Much bigger.

Some sort of sex toy? Ash thought to herself, wondering when Shepard would have found the time to purchase something like that. Whatever it was, it was filling Ash in a way she hadn't ever felt before. And despite her initial surprise, as Shepard continued working the over-sized phallic object in and out of her pussy, Ash found herself enjoying it more and more.

"Fuck, yes," Ash groaned, shifting her hips on the bed to give Shepard a better angle for his penetration. So far, her agreement with Shepard had gone better than she could have ever imagined. The only thing she hated was that her hands were still securely fastened in the hard-light cuffs. Right about now, as she felt herself getting closer and closer to cumming, she wished her hands were free to touch Shepard. Give him a little attention in return for all the wonderful pleasure he had given her tonight. The blindfold was starting to be an annoyance as well, to be honest. Right now she would love to look in Shepard's eyes as he fucked her with whatever it was he had inside of her, and give him that look that could only mean one thing: harder, Shepard. Fuck me harder.

Ash bit her lip as she felt the speed of the thrusts increase. At the same time, she felt hands against her waist, gripping tightly as Shepard continue to... to thrust the sex toy...

Wait... hands on her waist. Two hands? Then how was Shepard still using the toy? For a moment, Ash wondered if Shepard was wearing some kind of strap-on, with a cock attachment bigger than his own.

But then the music that she had started playing when entering the cabin faded to silence, and she could hear rhythmic grunts coming from above her head behind the blackness of the blindfold. Low and timed with each rough thrust inside of her.

Definitely not Shepard's grunts. Female grunts.

"Fuck!" Ash cried out. Desperately, she whipped her head around, rubbing her blindfold forcefully against the pillow. Eventually, she managed to work the strip of fabric off her head, and what she saw left her jaw gaped open.

On top of her, bare-naked and glistening with sweat, was Samara. The asari matriarch's massive blue tits bounced in time with the rough penetration Ash was feeling, and her mouth hung open slightly as she let out heavy breaths.

Too stunned to even scream, Ash stared down to the foot of the bed. What she had taken as a "sex toy" was actually Samara's flesh-and-blood cock, the thick veiny appendage deep inside her pussy and pounding a steady rhythm as Samara thrust her hips against Ash's. Penetrating her with the thick, unnatural Prothean creation over and over again.

Samara noticed after a few more seconds of rough fucking that Ash had managed to get her blindfold off. But other than a light smile in reaction to Ash's horrified expression, she showed no reaction to this discovery.

Well, one other reaction... she started fucking Ash even harder, brow furrowed in effort as she put all of her energy into pounding Ash's cunt with her over-sized blue cock. Ash could feel Samara's massive nutsack rhythmically slapping against her ass, as the horny alien woman buried every inch of her cock inside of Ash with each hard thrust.

Ash was too stunned to even move. Her pleasant, sensual experience with her boyfriend had turned into something out of a nightmare. How could this be happening? What could have possessed the formerly chaste and dignified Justicar to manipulate Ash into this fiendishly carnal situation?

And despite this horrible discovery... why was Ash still feeling like she was about to cum?

"Oh, Goddess," Samara gasped, and Ash could feel the asari's unnatural cock swelling inside of her. A few thrusts later, and the thick spray of Samara's hot cum began flooding her insides. Despite the onset of her climax, and Ash's obvious shock, Samara took even firmer hold of Ash's well-muscled waist, pumping her prick inside of Ash a few more times. Ash could feel each hot jet of jism hit her inner walls, and could feel her muscles start to clench as the sticky seed filled her up.

"No, no, no," Ash desperately muttered, but despite her mind's denial, her body was reacting to the stimulation of the massive cock inside of her. Closing her eyes to block out the sight of Samara's straining face, Ash felt her orgasm hit like a freight train.

"No," she muttered again, despite every last nerve ending in her body responding with a resounding "Yes!" as her body spasmed and twitched. And still that cock kept pumping inside of her, cum still spurting out of the giant blue prick and overflowing her insides as Samara just kept fucking through both of their climaxes.

Despite the seeming never-ending jets of cum that filled Ash's pussy and dribbled out onto the sheets, Samara still had a little left in the chamber when she finally stopped fucking Ash and fell back onto her knees. Her cock made a wet pop as it slid out of Ash's twat and jerked lewdly in the air, spraying long strands of jizz across Ash's sweaty, panting body. Ash jumped in surprise as some of the thick white fluid splashed her in the face, and her nose was suddenly filled with the smell she had caught the lightest whiff of back in the shuttle bay.

"So, Commander Williams," Samara said after recovering her breath. Sitting back on her haunches and reaching down to casually stroke her still-erect prick, she leered openly at Ash's naked, cum-soaked body and gaped-open twat. "How did you enjoy your first taste of big blue cock?"
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