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The Rachni Queen	By : Hyperion Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 49571 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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20 minutes later, the door to the Captain’s Cabin slid open again, and two women stepped in. Crouched underneath Shepard’s bed, the last rachni watched silently, mulling its chances before deciding against trying to take them both at once. Even its primitive brain realized there was too much potential for things to go wrong.

“…..and these are your quarters, Commander. As you can see, we’ve remodeled most of it to combine comfort and practicality. The bedsheets are Thessian fabrics, the furniture morphs to suit your posture, and the air-conditioning practically reads your mind to set itself at the best temperature! But at the same time, you’ve also got a private computer terminal that automatically acquires updates from the Normandy’s CIC, and extranet feeds that report Collector appearances across the galaxy within an hour of the first sighting.”

Rose was reluctant to seem impressed by it all, but she couldn’t deny that it was a lot fancier than the Alliance’s original setup. Still, she maintained the distrust in her voice as she responded to her new living space. “More bells and whistles, Yeoman Chambers? You people are really doing your best to try and convince me I can trust you.”

Kelly’s cheeks flushed as she tried to muster up the courage to reply. “Give us a chance, Commander. I know Cerberus has a less than illustrious history, but our only motive right now is to save more innocent colonists from being abducted.” She paused before adding, “For what it’s worth, I was skeptical too, but I wouldn’t have joined Cerberus if I didn’t know the Alliance and the Council aren’t looking out for those poor people.”

Shepard sighed deeply and closed her eyes, rubbing the bridge of her nose as she considered Kelly’s words. Maybe the yeoman was right. Maybe she was too hard on Cerberus. Kelly seemed like a sweet girl, and it wasn’t fair to take it out on her. In the middle of her ruminations, Chambers blurted out, “I’m sorry, that was out of line –“

“No, you’re right, Chambers,” Rose replied. “We’re all on the same team here, and I should try to remember that more often. This is all just a lot for me to process right now.”

Kelly nodded vigorously. “I completely understand, Commander. You know, I used to be a therapist before I joined Cerberus, so I’m good at listening. If you ever need to talk to someone, my door is always open.” A second passed before she hastily added, “Not that I think you need therapy.”

Rose smiled. "I might just take you up on that one of these days. Goodnight, Kelly."

"Goodnight, Commander."

A few seconds later, the creature heard the door sliding shut as Chambers left, leaving Shepard alone in the room with it. It could strike now, but Shepard was still carrying a loaded gun at her hip. It watched in silence as Rose pulled her top over her head, tossing it over a nearby chair before stepping into the shower and closing the door behind her. The rachni shrank back underneath the bed upon hearing the sound of the water. Its kind lived in dark, damp places, but the shower had too much moisture for its comfort.

As she slipped off her pants and underwear and began soaping her naked body under the steady streams of temperature-regulated water, Rose realized this was her first bath in over two years. Spouts from the surrounding walls began to spray a cleansing deodorant while the water trickled down her breasts, running down her thighs and washing the soap away with it.

Seven minutes after she was forced to concede that it was the best shower she'd ever experienced, Rose stepped out into the cabin, pulling an undoubtedly expensive towel out of the cupboard to dry herself off with. Bare as she was, the creature was treated to a good look at her entire body, and could now positively identify her as the mysterious red-haired woman who'd been the last thing the Rachni Queen had seen on Noveria before her death. The memories it had inherited were a confused jumble of anger, curiosity, fear and hope --- impossible to make any sense of. But the image of the red-haired woman burned bright in the rachni's mind, and as it waited silently underneath the bed, its body began to release the heady mix of pheromones that accompanied intense emotional responses.

Taking note of the time, Rose decided to retire for the day, crawling between the bedsheets and laying her weary head down on the pillow. Kelly was right yet again: this was an incredibly comfortable bed. She could practically feel the tension seeping away from her as her head sank into the soft pillow. The only real problem was the strange smell that seemed to surround the bed --- probably some kind of fancy deodorant installed into the air-conditioning, she mused. It wasn't entirely unpleasant, but it was unusual; like the cold, damp musk from the depths of a cave. It was hard to imagine a market for a scent like that.

Still, it wasn't so strange it would keep her awake, and she continued breathing in the insidious trail of pheromones emanating from the beast lurking under her bed. As she waited for sleep to claim her, her thoughts wandered to earlier times, before that fateful encounter with the Collector vessel. A long, eventful year spent hunting Saren across the galaxy, gunning down geth and cloned krogan and god knows what else. Throughout the whole ordeal, the only reason she'd kept her sanity was the comfort and strength she drew from the men and women who served with her, people she'd been proud to call friends. And now, scattered across the galaxy as they were, she had never felt more alone.

Where were they all, and what had they been doing after they'd heard about her death? She'd met Tali on Freedom's Progress just a day ago, and that meeting hadn't exactly gone well. The quarian machinist had been stunned to learn Rose was working with Cerberus, and now probably thought they'd done something to Shepard's head while she was on the operating table at Lazarus Station. Ashley Williams was embedded deep within the Alliance, making any attempts at contact difficult. Garrus had quit his job at C-Sec and disappeared, and no one had any idea where he was, even the Illusive Man. Wrex had apparently gone back to Tuchanka to punch the other clans towards a better way of living, and Rose knew the gruff old warrior was headstrong enough to succeed, too.

Liara....

A long, slow breath escaped her lips as she remembered the asari scientist she'd met on Therum. Liara T'Soni.....so brilliant, so shy, and so incredibly beautiful. The memories of the night they'd spent together before Ilos flooded her mind. The scent of her skin, the taste of her lips, the primal lust she'd felt as their bodies pressed against each other, the longing that came from gazing into her gorgeous blue eyes.....

A twinge of pleasure broke her reverie, and she realized for the first time that one of her hands had sneaked down to her crotch; subconsciously pleasuring herself to the memories of her tryst with an alien lover. Another realization quickly followed, as Shepard realized she'd gone without sex for two whole years now. True, she'd been dead all that while, but somehow, her body burned with repressed desire, as if desperate to release two years' worth of lust. Almost without thinking, her fingers slipped into her wet pussy. A sensation like a lightning bolt ran through her, and she arched her back as she continued gently pleasuring herself, her thumb stroking her aching clit while the other hand began to squeeze a tender nipple. The memory of Liara crouched over her on their bed floated into her thoughts, and she could practically see the asari maiden descending down on her, spreading her legs apart as her tongue slipped past Rose's wet folds----

"Yessssss---"

Her hips thrashed up and down as an orgasm seized her, and by the time she was spent, her hand dripped with her juices. Mortified at the sudden thought that Cerberus might have planted a spy-camera somewhere, her eyes darted around the room, but nothing seemed suspicious; and she was naked anyway, so that ship had sailed. She was just going to have to trust that Miranda wasn't as devious as that, because the lust that had burned through her body was quickly returning. Slowly flipping onto her stomach, she began fingering herself again, exploring deeper and deeper as she recalled how she'd taken Liara from behind with a strap-on in this same position on that incredible night before Ilos. She came even quicker than before, moaning into her pillow as her thighs jerked erratically.

Meanwhile, in the Normandy's communications hub, one of the Cerberus technicians switched off the feed from the covert-cam installed in the captain's cabin. The camera was calibrated to Shepard's bio-signature and had been switched on the minute she'd entered the room with Kelly. Operative Lawson had ordered the technician to discreetly monitor everything that happened in there, ostensibly to be forewarned if Shepard's new body was developing health-related complications. But somehow, she doubted what was happening on the screens in front of her fell under that category. Her face was red with embarrassment; catching Rose Shepard in the act hadn't exactly been part of the job description. But the Commander was only human, after all, and some amount of privacy had to be respected.

Back in the cabin, the only thought going through Shepard's head was how thankful she was that the entire laundry system was automated. The thought of some of the male crew laughing over her stained sheets in their quarters was cringe-worthy. The thought quickly faded as she flipped back onto her back, gripped by the unexplainable urge to pleasure herself again. Her moans were so loud she was sure they could be heard down in the engine room, and over the next 20 minutes, her nimble fingers stroked and caressed her aching pussy to a series of increasingly powerful orgasms.

The fabric underneath her thighs and between her legs was drenched with her fluids, and she herself was drenched with sweat from her exertions, even in the air-conditioned environment. Panting like she'd run a marathon, she slipped four fingers inside herself and began masturbating furiously once more, going for her sixth orgasm of the night. She didn't have to wait long until it came, and in the haze of ecstasy, something at the back of her head wondered why she was so incredibly horny of all a sudden. But the moment passed as she slumped back onto the bed, already knowing she'd be going for No. 7 soon.

The rachni pheromones she'd been inhaling were steadily increasing her threshold of arousal, and the effects of that increase became apparent as Rose found herself struggling to reach her seventh orgasm. She plunged three fingers inside herself as deep as they could possibly go, zipping in and out at lightning-speed, while she kneaded her left nipple with a firm hand, but to no avail. She could feel the lust building up inside her, but she just couldn't take herself over the edge again. The release she desperately needed was within reach ---- but felt miles away at the same time. She screamed in frustration and adopted a new tack, using her biotic powers to create a glowing blue energy-cock out of thin air, thicker than any real cock she'd ever sampled. Rose guided it into her depths, moaning as she felt her womanhood stretch around it. For a while it worked, inching her closer and closer to one more orgasm as it plunged in and out of her pussy, but she wasn't strong enough to maintain the construct. Her lust-addled mind couldn't concentrate enough to keep it going. As she felt it dissipate inside her, she screamed again and pounded her fists against the sides of the bed.

Rose could feel her vagina burning with the need for release, and a horrible panic overwhelmed her as she realized she wouldn't be able to fulfill that need. She tried again to create the biotic cock, but she couldn't focus; her desperate fingering was similarly ineffective. She had to find some way to orgasm again --- she felt like she might explode without it ---- and like an animal in the grip of heat, she squirmed and thrashed as she tried again and again to pleasure herself. Even the memories of Liara weren't helping anymore....

And that was when the rachni made its move.

Crawling out from underneath the bed, the creature shook its head vigorously, like a dog freshly emerged from water, and began expanding to its full size. Gray-black scales began to emerge from beneath a protective layer that concealed them, and the rachni nearly doubled in size, its weight pressing the mattress down as it mounted the bed. Its vision could see the invisible pheromone musk coating Shepard's body, while Rose took in the sight of the monster in front of her. It was different from any of the rachni she'd encountered on Noveria --- modified somehow --- but there was no mistaking it for anything other than a member of the spider-like race. At any other time, she'd have reached for her gun and perforated the creature's skull.

Right now, all she could focus on was the thick, dripping tube extending from between the rachni's hind-quarters.

At any other time, she'd have thought herself mad for even contemplating her next actions. But right now, all she see was a way to bring herself to the release she'd been denied for so long. She spread her legs as wide as she possibly could, and the creature recognized the familiar sight of a female in the throes of her mating frenzy. Covering her body with its own, it began to slowly penetrate Rose.

Rose moaned as she felt the thick tube fill her up completely, stretching her lips as it slithered toward her womb. She wrapped her legs around the rachni's body as best she could, pulling it closer to her and signaling her desire for the creature to go harder and faster. The first alien cock that had ever invaded Commander Shepard's vagina was lined with ridges and grooves along its shaft, and Rose could feel them rub against her slick walls as the creature fucked her toward that elusive seventh orgasm. A silly grin spread across her face as the pleasure surged through her. In that moment, her mind was practically blank: she didn't know where she was or even whom she was, but the burning ache in her pussy was being sated, and that was all that mattered.

The rachni raised its head and studied its mate carefully. Rose's eyes had rolled to the back of her head, panting furiously as she tried to keep pace with the creature's thrusts, moving her own hips back and forth as the rachni's appendage moved in and out of her. Without warning, the rachni's insectoid mouth clamped onto her left breast, and a set of fine teeth injected a specialized venom into the nipple, before doing the same for the right breast. Almost immediately, Rose felt her breasts becoming incredibly sensitive to even the slightest stimuli ---- the breeze licked at her bare mounds, sending lightning surging through her being, and the feeling of the rachni's rough body pressed against hers pushed her towards detonation.

Rose screamed in exhilaration as she finally came, her orgasmic juices lubricating the rachni's cock and allowing it passage into her womb. Once inside, animal instinct kicked in for both of them --- the rachni began to release its strange alien load into its mate, while Rose trembled with pleasure from her breeding. For three whole minutes, the creature ejaculated inside her, prolonging her orgasm until they were both spent. While Rose came down from heaven, the creature held itself inside her to make sure none of the genetic material it had filled her with would come out. Once it was satisfied that its goal had been met, the creature seemed to lose interest in Shepard; retracting itself roughly from her body, it scrambled away from her bed and shrank down to a less noticeable size, turning invisible and escaping from the cabin. Once out, it found its way to an airvent, one of a complex network running through the ship, that gave it access to every part of the Normandy.

Back on her bed, Shepard began to drift into sleep as the alien seed bubbled inside her womb. It seeped through the walls of her inner sanctum and spread throughout her reproductive system, changing the Commander in ways no one could have ever expected, including the researchers who had created the hybrid rachni. Rose alone could not bring back the dead race, and so she would not serve as a host, but a vector for the millions of rachni contained in the creature's semen. From her, they would rise again. Shepard would be the new Rachni Queen.

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Several hours later, Rose awoke to the blare of an alarm. Her sheets were wet with sweat and vaginal juices ---- she remembered masturbating a few times, but the rest of the night was a blur after the third time. The first thing she felt was how sore and well-fucked her pussy felt, and she wondered how many times she'd pleasured herself before going to sleep.

The second thing she noticed were the D-cups now resting on her chest. She looked down in silent shock at her new rack ---- unbeknownst to her, a product of the rachni venom triggering milk production. Rose had been reasonably well-endowed, but the tits she now had rivaled Miranda's. Had Cerberus given her implants during the Lazarus process, or simply gotten her measurements wrong? How had she not noticed the rack she was packing since her return?

Her new breasts were a curious matter, but not a pressing concern compared to the message beeping on her private terminal. Miranda had requested a breakfast briefing, and one look at the clock told Rose she only had twenty minutes to make it. She scrambled into the shower and soaped herself quickly, and as the water gushed from all sides, she palmed her new breasts and verified that they were definitely heavier than she remembered.

She quickly suited up, hoping that her bulky armor would cover up her chest well enough, and made her way down to the executive room where Miranda and Jacob were already present, and halfway through breakfast.

"Shepard, you're here," Miranda said, "And.....you're already suited up?"

"Figured we might as well get started today," Rose replied.

The look on Miranda's face suggested she was going to say something, but she decided against it. "You're right. With the attack on Freedom's Progress, we're behind as it is."

Jacob pulled up four files on a holographic screen. "The Illusive Man has suggested we start putting together a team of specialists: experts who'll help us hit the Collectors where it hurts, and hopefully hard enough that they won't get back up. We've got four recruits to start with."

The first file came up, but with no photograph of its subject. "First up, we've got Archangel," Jacob said, "and if you're wondering why there's no photo, it's because no one's ever seen the guy and stayed alive long enough to tell. He's careful to avoid getting caught on camera. All we really know is that he's a turian who decided to go vigilante on Omega, and for months now, him and his men have been terrorizing the gangs."

The second file came up, with no photo once again. "Second, Jack. No photo either, because he apparently got up to so much insane shit that every government in the galaxy's disavowed his presence in their space. All records were sealed and locked away after consecutive life sentences. Arson, terrorism, mass murder....you name it, this guy's done it. I do not relish the idea of bringing a psychopath on-board, but those are our orders. The only thing we know about Jack is that he's currently imprisoned onboard the prison ship Purgatory. Fortunately, the warden's amenable to a financial transaction for his release."

The third file contained the photo of a middle-aged salarian whose face suggested he'd been in one too many fights. "Third, we've got Mordin Solus. Salarian genius, former STG, also currently on Omega. The boss thinks he might know a way around the seeker swarms. Word is he's neurotic and difficult to work with, but I'd take that over Jack any day."

The final file displayed the face of a grizzled old krogan. "Fourth on our list is Okeer. Supposedly just as smart as Mordin, but rumor has it he's completely unbalanced and prone to fantasies of genocide. Expert on armaments, genetics and physical enhancement, and currently embedded in a makeshift Blue Suns camp on a garbage dump called Korlus."

"Not the most pleasant bunch to have to choose from," Miranda admitted, "but the Illusive Man believes their skills will be invaluable against the Collectors, and I agree with him. You're in charge, Shepard. Where do you want to start?"

Rose mulled her options. "The last time I ran into the Collectors, they had some pretty powerful guns on their side. We could use some extra firepower.......and from my experience? Nothing says 'firepower' like a krogan."
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