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Liara came to feeling light-headed, and wondering if she had been having some strange dream. Something about a Prothean artifact and...

Letting out a gasp, Liara tried to sit up, only to feel a soft but firm hand on her shoulder, pushing her back down. "Calm yourself, Liara," said a familiar, accented voice. "You need to rest."

"I feel fine, Dr. Michel," Liara said to the red-headed human doctor. Chloe Michel had come on-board the Normandy following the war, after Dr. Chakwas's much-deserved retirement. While Liara was happy that the veteran doctor had gotten a chance to relax in her later years, it was just one of the many things that had changed on the Normandy since after the war. And one of the many factors that made her feel more and more like she didn't belong.

"Liara, please," Dr. Michel insisted. "We still aren't sure what has happened to you and Samara. We need to be cautious and..."

Reaching down underneath the sheet that had been placed over her as she slept, Liara pressed a hand between her legs. "So... it was no dream after all," Liara said, as she felt the large fleshy mass jutting out from her groin. With her other hand, she gently took Dr. Michel by the wrist. "I promise you I'm fine, doctor. I just... want to see."

Dr. Michel hesitated, but finally released her grip on Liara's shoulder. "Very well. The privacy shades are down, so no one will be able to look in."

Sitting up, Liara pulled aside the sheet. Underneath she was naked except for her dark bra, and her lower torso was completely unclothed. Struggling to keep her shock in check, she tried her best to give a clinical look to the sizable piece of flesh that had sprouted between her legs. "How odd," she thought to herself, as she took the scaly blue organ in her hand and gently lifted it up. Her fingers were barely able to wrap around the thick, veiny cock, even in its current flaccid state. "It seems quite human in appearance. Although quite a bit on the... large side for human anatomy."

"I've run some scans on it... on you, I mean," Dr. Michel said, looking a bit flustered at having to discuss this odd occurrence. "What has happened to your body is quite unprecedented. This Prothean artifact has completely altered the biology of yourself and Samara. A fully functional male reproductive system has seemed to have just... appeared, both inside of your body and out. I can't imagine how the Protheans managed to effect such radical changes in biology, both in such a short time and in a species that has never even possessed such body parts before."

"The Protheans were a very remarkable people," Liara said, while still staring down at the thick tube of flesh between her legs. With her other hand she felt at the pair of testicles dangling down underneath her new cock. Like the cock itself, they were quite large in comparison to the average human's endowment. Granted, Liara hadn't exactly made a habit of studying the genitalia of other species, but they seemed more on par with the average size of a krogan testicle. A thought occurred to her then, and she asked Dr. Michel. "You said it was 'completely functional,' Dr. Michel. Does that include sperm production? And if so... what exact kind of sperm could I be producing?"

Dr. Michel shook her head. "That, I haven't had a chance to study." She bit her lip as she added. "I didn't feel entirely comfortable with... well... extracting a sample while you slept. Besides, I'm sure the doctors on the Citadel will be more than capable of doing a more thorough investigation than I would be on the Normandy."

"We're heading back to the Citadel?" Liara asked, as she swung her legs over the side of the med-bay cot and onto the floor.

"Actually, I believe that may be a point of contention at the moment," said Samara, walking over to the two of them. The elder asari, normally looking so regal in her justicar attire, was now dressed in a faded t-shirt that strained against her sizable bust, and loose grey sweatpants.

Seeing Liara eyeing her outfit, Samara smiled softly. "Miss Traynor offered to loan me some of her old clothing until our condition can be remedied. Not quite what I'm used to, I'm afraid, but I do not believe I would be able to... fit into what I had previously been wearing."

Liara saw Samara's point. Even in the loose pants that Samara wore, Liara could still see the faint bulge running down Samara's leg. "I imagine I might have to raid Specialist Traynor's wardrobe as well. But what was it you were saying? About a point of contention."

Samara looked mildly flustered. "I am... not certain it is my place to say. But I overheard a conversation between Specialist Traynor and Miss Lawson. Apparently there has been an incident at the Barton facility."

"The Barton facility?" Liara asked. "The source of almost all of the galaxy's eezo production since the war ended. What's happening?"

"No one's quite sure," Dr. Michel chimed in. "All they seem to know is that the facility has not sent out any communications for more than 24 hours now. But from what I understand, the Normandy is the only ship currently within range of the facility. Miss Lawson believes that we should be heading there right away, but Shepard insists that taking you and Samara back to the Citadel is our first priority."

"Wait," Liara said, "So our course hasn't been decided yet?"

Samara shook her head. "My understanding is that Shepard and his senior staff are meeting on the issue at this moment."

"No. No, they are not," Liara said angrily, her eyes darting around the med-bay. "Because I am a member of Shepard's senior staff, and I have as much of a say in this as Miss Lawson and Specialist Traynor." Spotting a pile of clothing, Liara grabbed her shirt and started putting it back on. "I've got to go to this meeting right now."

"Liara, are you absolutely sure you're alright?" Dr. Michel asked. "I'm worried that the Prothean device may have affected more than just your reproductive system. Perhaps you should..."

"No!" Liara said, fuming. Dr. Michel was sounding just like Shepard in that moment: always coddling her, treating her like she was a fragile doll. "I'm just fine, Doctor." Grabbing her pants next, Liara began pulling them on. The dilemma arose almost immediately, however, as she struggled to force her gigantic cock down into the fairly-tight slacks.

But she had somewhere she had to be, and she wasn't going to let anything, not even this massive piece of meat between her legs, stop her from fulfilling her duty.

* * *

"Liara's life could be in danger, Miranda!" Shepard protested, leaning forward with his palms pressed against the conference room table. "I'm not going to put her at risk after all she's done for us."

Miranda stayed calm in the face of Shepard's obvious agitation. "Dr. Michel has reported that Liara and Samara's life signs are stable. That their health is in no danger at the moment."

"Right, at the moment," Shepard said. "But that's right now. Who knows what that Prothean device's effects might be in a day. Or a week. Hell, we don't even know what's going on at the Barton facility, or how long it might delay us from reaching the Citadel."

"My guess: batarian pirates," Ashley opined. "They've been getting more and more flagrant these past few months. And I'm sure they know how important that facility is to the Alliance. If they manage to seize control of that facility... Commander, you know what we have to do. Liara's my friend too, but as much as I care about her, I'm not about to cripple the Alliance fleet when we could be at the facility in less than a day." She turned to her right. "Specialist Traynor, how far away did you say those other ship were?"

"The SSV Halifax and SSV Edmure are approximately five days out from the facility," Traynor said. "I've already sent them word of our concerns, but if Ash is right and batarian pirates are attempting to seize control... they would most likely not arrive in time."

Shepard sighed, knowing their arguments were sound but still hesitant.

"Commander, there is another possibility," a new voice quietly chimed in. "That site has had issues with its communications grid before."

From her spot next to her sister, Oriana Lawson stepped forward. The younger Lawson had joined the Normandy crew to assist Miranda in her work with the Alliance, rebuilding humanity's facilities across the galaxy.

Oriana looked a bit nervous as she pulled up her omni-tool and accessed a report on the facility in question. "This data shows that the Barton facility has had four communications failures in the last six months. The longest lasted for almost two days before communications were reestablished."

"Right, so it could be a communications failure," Shepard said. "And Ash, I know the batarians have increased their activities in that area, but they know what they'd be risking making such a blatant move against us. Most likely it's simply a technical glitch."

"And if it isn't?" Miranda asked. "Shepard, it's a day out of our way, nothing more. If Liara were on death's door, it would be one thing. But other than the... changes to her anatomy, it seems that she's completely healthy otherwise. If that proves to no longer be the case, we can always change course. But for now, I think we need to head for the Barton facility as soon as possible."

Shepard balled his hands into fists on the table. "Miranda, I understand your rationale, but I can't..."

"I believe I should have a say in this as well."

All attention turned to the door, Liara walking into the conference room with a determined expression. "Commander Shepard. While I appreciate your concern about my condition, Miss Lawson is correct. The possibility of an attack on this facility is too big of a threat for us to ignore. Barton not only provides the vast majority of eezo processing for the Alliance, but sells a good portion of its production to other planets as well. We cannot take the risk of allowing it to... by the Goddess, could all of you please look me in the eye while I'm talking?"

The occupants of the room all rapidly pointed their eyes back upward, and away from the straining bulge pressing against the fabric of Liara's pants. "Sorry," Ash muttered with an abashed expression.

"I mean, it's pretty hard... to ignore," Traynor quickly added, stealing one more glance of the outline of Liara's cock against her clothes.

"Jeez, you told me it was big, Miri," Oriana quietly said to her sister, "But I never imagined... that."

Liara watched them all mutter to each other with an annoyed expression. "Everyone finished?" she asked. "Yes, I have a penis now. A massive, throbbing, big blue cock. But I am otherwise unimpaired, and perfectly capable of performing my duties on the Normandy. And Shepard, as a member of your senior staff, I concur with my colleagues: set course to the Barton facility. It's not worth risking the galaxy's eezo supply just for myself and Samara. Besides which, the extra time will allow me a chance to study the device personally, and perhaps determine a cure for my and Samara's unique condition."

Shepard stepped towards Liara, a look of concern on his face. "Liara, are you certain you should be messing with that thing? Who knows what else it might do to you, after all?"

"I promise to be cautious, Shepard," Liara said. Despite her aggravation at what she felt was his unnecessary concern, the way he was looking at her made her feel warm inside, and brought a light blush to her cheeks. "I will not handle the device unless necessary, and I'll... I'll..." Liara gritted her teeth and let out a strained grunt.

"Are you okay?" Shepard asked. "What's the..."

Liara gasped, the sound of Shepard's voice only making her predicament worse, as her new bodily appendage swelled and pressed harder against the tight fabric of her pants. "I'm fine," she said, forcing her voice to sound normal as she took a step away from the Commander. "Just feeling a little... constricted, is all."

"I'll... I'll go find some more sweatpants," Traynor said, her eyes drifting down again before she quickly left the conference room.

"Okay, Liara," Shepard said. "We'll head to the Barton facility as you say. But as far as I'm concerned, you're relieved of your duties until we can solve this problem. You'll stay on the Normandy until we can get you back to the Citadel, and you'll contact Dr. Michel if you see any signs of your condition worsening. Oh, and I still don't like the thought of you being anywhere near that device. Until we get a better idea of what it's capable of, I want you to restrict your research to those databanks we retrieved from the site. Okay?"

"I don't..." Liara started to protest, but felt her cock throb again in her pants and gasped. "Fine, Shepard. I'll stay... hnngh... stay in my quarters and look over the databanks. As soon as I... urgh..."

Stepping forward, Ash laid a compassionate hand on Liara's shoulders. "You need help getting back? I can give you a hand if you need it."

Looking over at Ash, Liara suddenly found her eyes drifting downward, to her longtime comrade's body in her form-fitting Alliance uniform. Out of nowhere, unbidden images of tan human flesh filled Liara's mind, and below her she could hear the sounds of fabric starting to tear.

"No, no!" Liara said, bolting away from Ash and backing towards the conference room door. "I'm fine, I'll... oh, Goddess... I'll make it there on my own." And before anyone else could stop her, she whirled and almost ran through the door.

Once she was gone, Ash let out an embarrassed laugh. "Fuck me," she said, looking at Shepard with a cocked eyebrow. "Either Liara finds a cure to what happened... or she's gonna have half the women on the Citadel beating down her door."

* * *

As Liara charged out of the conference room door, she nearly plowed head-long into someone coming the other way. "Whoah, watch it, Doc!"

Flustered, Liara started to mumble out an apology, before she noticed who she had nearly run into and let out an annoyed sigh. "What are you doing here?"

Crossing her arms and smirking, Jack unabashedly stared down at Liara's groin. "Just had to see if all the scuttlebutt going around was true," the brash human woman said. "I mean, I heard it was big, but holy shit!"

Liara's eyes went wide. "You know? But that means..."

"Are you kidding? Between you in your quarters and the justicar letting it all hang out on the command deck, it's all anybody on this ship has been talking about. So, I gotta ask... have you tried taking a piss yet? Because I've heard if you shake it more than two times, you're just playing with it."

Liara fought the urge to shove Jack aside. She knew that the brash, tattooed woman had helped Shepard out during the Reaper war. And technically, she was a member of the Alliance. But Liara wasn't sure why Shepard was allowing this woman to reside in the Normandy's lower decks. Liara was just grateful that it was a temporary arrangement, and that Jack's summer break from teaching Alliance biotics would be over in a few weeks. Because, while Miranda assured Liara that Jack used to be much, much worse back when she and Miranda served on the Normandy the first time, Liara found her plenty aggravating as she was.

"I have to go," Liara said, moving around Jack and heading to the lift.

"Careful with that zipper, doc," Jack called out after Liara. "Hate to see you damage the goods so soon after you got 'em."

Behind her, Jack heard an annoyingly familiar voice. "This is serious, Jack. We don't know what that device may have done to Liara and Samara. This isn't the time for jokes."

Turning around, Jack gave her old nemesis an innocent grin. "Ah, bite me, princess," she said. "I mean, did you see that fucking thing? How the hell can you expect me to not want to come get an eyeful?" She smirked and added. "And I know damn well you were salivating like a goddamn varren in front of a bowl full of pyjak guts at the sight of it. Shit, when's the last time you had some stud peel you out of that shrink wrap you've got yourself packed in?"

"My personal affairs are not your concern," Miranda said. "And neither are Liara and Samara's. I would advise you to keep your distance from them until we've dealt with this problem, unless you want to have me to contend with."

"Oooh, scary," Jack said with a sneer, as the door behind Miranda opened and Oriana stepped through. Leaning to the side, Jack gave Oriana a mirthful look. "Hey, mini-Miri. Your sister's talking some real smack over here. Better hope she doesn't push it too far, or they might have to grow a new test-tube bitch for a replacement."

Oriana said nothing, but moved close to her older sister and averted her eyes from Jack. Miranda glared daggers at Jack. "Enough of this," Miranda said, her voice cold and firm. "You and I have our differences, Jack, but don't you dare drag my sister into your petty grudge."

"It's... it's fine, Randa," Oriana said, daring to look at Jack. "I'm not afraid of her."

"Really? Well, you should be, babe," Jack said, taking a step in Oriana's direction. "I know you've only met the cleaned-up version of me, but if you'd run into me back before the Alliance put a leash on, I don't think you would have made it out alive."

"Back... off." Miranda warned, moving to stand between her sister and Jack. As the confrontation started to get heated, the door to the conference room opened again, Shepard and Ash stepping out onto the command deck.

"What's going on here?" Shepard said sternly. "Do we have a problem here, Jack?"

Jack scoffed. "Nah. Just reminding the cheerleader and her understudy here that the asari on this ship ain't the only bitches with balls to spare," she said. "Scuse me, ladies. Gonna go pay a visit to Joker in the cockpit, see if he's got any extranet vids to help me with this fucked-up fetish I suddenly discovered after running into Liara." She walked through the group, making sure to roughly bump into Miranda and Oriana on her way past them to the front of the Normandy.

Miranda gave Shepard a serious look. "Commander, I know you've already made your position clear, but I have to voice my objections again to allowing that... woman to take her shore leave on the Normandy."

"Objection noted," Shepard said. "And as a counter-argument, I'd like to remind you about how she bailed you out during that firefight on Garvug a month ago."

The reminder made Miranda frown. "That was... I would have made it out of that situation just fine without her help."

"I know the two of you don't exactly mesh well," Shepard said. "But she's good in a fight, and deep down you know she'd put her ass on the line for any of us if it came down to it."

Ash chuckled. "Come on, Miranda. You know that this is exactly what she wants. To see you get all flustered. Just ignore her."

Miranda sighed in annoyance. "I can deal with her aggravating behaviors, Commander Williams. But when Jack drags Ori into her pathetic vendetta..."

"I'm fine, Randa, really," Oriana said, her eyes cast downward as she rubbed at her bare wrist. "Anyway, I should be getting back to work on those agriculture reports. I'll see you later, okay?"

"Alright," Miranda said, resting a reassuring hand on her sister's shoulder. "But if Jack should ever bother you and I'm not around, you call me right away. Okay?"

Oriana nodded. "I will," she said. "Commander Shepard. Commander Williams," she acknowledged the two Alliance marines before making her exit.

Shepard smiled as he saw the look on Miranda's face watching Oriana leave. "All the years I've known you, Miss Lawson," he observed, "I don't think I've ever seen you as happy."

Miranda looked a bit embarrassed as she glanced down at the floor and played with her hair. "It's still hard for me to believe, Shepard. All the years I spent worrying about her. Hiding her from our father, terrified that one day he'd find her and take her back. Sometimes, I have to remind myself that it's all finally over. That she's finally safe... and happy." She let out a light laugh. "At least, I assume she is. She never tells me anything about her private life."

"Hey, my offer still stands, by the way," Ashley said. "I know what a bunch of dumbasses most guys in the Marines are, but I've got the Extranet addresses of a few good ones I know. When we get back to the Citadel, I can set something up with one of them and your sister."

"I appreciate the thought, Commander Williams," Miranda said. "But I doubt Ori would agree to it. She hates it when I try to interfere in her love life. I'm not sure you'd have any better luck on that account."

Ashley nodded. "Yeah, I getcha. My sisters were always the same way when I tried to set them up. Well, I'm sure it'll happen eventually. Hell, sometimes I thought I'd be bunking alone for life, until a certain hunky marine here dropped down from the sky."

Grinning, Shepard snaked an arm around Ashley's waist. "Well, let's just cross our fingers it doesn't take a geth invasion to find a nice guy for Oriana."

"Hey, Commander, not to interrupt your little coffee chat over there," Joker said over the comms. "But any word yet on which direction I should be pointing us?"

"Oh, right," Shepard said. "Liara insists that she's fine, so I guess we'll be delaying our visit to the Citadel for now. Set a course to the Barton facility, maximum speed."

"Roger that, Commander. Setting a... no, I don't have any porn like that, Jack, and stop asking! Although... on second thought I seem to remember some vids I pulled off a restricted server in..."

Shepard smirked. "Joker, you left the comm link on," he said.

"Right. Sorry, Commander," Joker said.

* * *

As soon as the door to her office was shut, Liara unfastened her pants. A sigh of relief escaped her lungs, as she pulled out the massive blue curse the Protheans had bestowed on her. The cock between her legs throbbed and pulsed with blood, the impure thoughts she had been having about Shepard and Ashley making it start to swell and rise in the air.

Goddess, all the jokes really were true, Liara thought to herself, as she sat down at her desk and shifted her... equipment. Males really do think about nothing but sex. She had only been equipped with this accursed tube of meat for a few hours now, and all of a sudden she found herself thinking about such lewd things. What it would be like to put it inside of someone's mouth. To feel a tongue lovingly lap at the head of it, and leave a trail of saliva all the way down its massive, throbbing length. And once her cock was properly lubricated with the spit of her lover, to bend them over and shove its entire length deep into their...

"No," Liara muttered to herself. "Put my mind on other things. Think about anything else other than that."

Activating her terminal, she accessed the information from the Prothean databanks they had discovered. Immediately, she was assaulted with a jumbled, encrypted page full of unreadable text.

"Dammit," she muttered to herself, tapping rapidly on her keyboard and accessing several different decryption schemes. Unfortunately, Protheans had a vast array of ways to encode text – no doubt to hide secrets from both the Reapers and those indoctrinated into their service – and none of the known methods that Liara tried were able to make the information readable.

Coming up empty, Liara decided to turn to her one other resource. Opening up an extranet connection, she typed in a familiar address and began composing a message:

Javik,

I'm not sure how long it will take this message to reach you, considering the distances between our respective vessels at

the moment. But I have few other options open. The Normandy recently came into contact with an unusual piece of your

people's technology. One that has had profound effects upon the anatomy of myself and another asari. I am forwarding

you some data that was retrieved from the site, in hopes that you might be able to decode the information contained

within. Your assistance in this matter would be greatly appreciated.

Liara

Attaching the information from the Prothean databanks, Liara sent off the message. Considering that the Lassiter was currently doing exploratory work in previously uncharted regions of the galaxy, Liara knew that it could take days, perhaps even weeks, before Javik would receive her message. But if she was unable to decode the information, Javik was her one remaining option.

With the message sent, Liara started trying again to work on the data. Several combinations of encryption schemes came up with no result, but Liara refused to give up. As she worked, she felt her eyelids start to droop, the exhaustion of poring through the inscrutable text taking its toll on her. Leaning her chin on her hand, she forced herself to continue staring at the screen, as if looking at the text hard enough would make it start to make sense.

"Aaah," Liara let out a light moan, as she felt a warm tingle build between her legs. A second later, her eyes went wide, and she stared down to see her hand down between her legs. Without even knowing it, she had begun to unconsciously rub at her cock, her delicate fingers lovingly stroking the thick, veiny organ.

"Stop it," Liara chided herself, planting both hands flat on top of her desk. "Focus, Liara. It's like you told Shepard: you're perfectly capable of performing your duties on the Normandy. So, let's do that."

Closing the Prothean databanks for the moment, Liara began perusing the latest reports from her contacts. After the war, the Shadow Broker and "his" connections were needed more than ever, and Liara made sure to keep abreast of any potential opportunities and setbacks that might play a factor in the rebuilding of the galaxy. A bunch of dry reports about credit movements and backroom deals. Exactly the sort of thing to get her mind off of... that.

Browsing through her reports with one hand, while keeping the other one firmly planted on the top of her desk, Liara pulled up the latest message from one of her contacts. A devious smile crossed her face as she saw the name at the head of the message. A few days ago, she had put one of her contacts on the trail of a human politician from Earth. Senator Marx had secretly been funneling credits to several suspicious – and strangely contradictory - organizations, including a company of asari Eclipse mercenaries and an organization attempting to reestablish the Terra Firma party on Earth. The message from her contact was offering information that "shed light on what the good Senator is up to." Liara, immediately curious, opened up the attached file.

And then instantly regretted it.

It was a video, no doubt from a hidden surveillance camera from the angle it was shot, of a grungy-looking Citadel hotel room. The image centered on the bed, capturing in gory detail the pasty naked skin of the human senator, on his knees on the mattress with his cock furiously thrusting into his partner.

"Fuck me," said the woman on her hands and knees in front of him. A woman Liara instantly recognized as Fiona Lewis, the head of the Terra Firma Restoration organization. "Harder, you fucker! Make me feel it!"

"Oh, Goddess," Liara moaned, feeling the cock between her legs start to swell at the sight of the illicit affair. She was about ready to close the video when she heard another voice on the recording.

"Can't believe you two started without me," said a woman's voice from out of range of the camera. A few seconds later, Liara saw an asari woman step into frame, casting off the last of her undergarments as she approached the two furiously fucking humans. While Liara couldn't get a good look at her face, the extensive tattoos – including the sunburst E on her backside – identified the woman almost assuredly as Iresia T'Lura, the head of the Eclipse unit Senator Marx's credits had been going towards.

Letting out an annoyed sound, Liara furiously stabbed the "Stop" button with her finger. Breathing heavily, she stood up and paced away from the desk. She tried to stare down at the floor as she walked, only to get an eyeful of her cock jutting out rigidly from her hips and immediately decide to stare at the ceiling instead.

"Rest," Liara said to herself, after several minutes of pacing around the room did nothing to shrink the massive cock bobbing in front of her. "That's what I need to do. Take a rest."

Laying down on her bed, Liara closed her eyes. And tried desperately to drive away the image of Senator Marx and his two most loyal supporters.

* * *

"May I come in?" Traynor said, as she opened the door into the starboard observation area.

Looking up from her meditations, Samara turned and smiled. "Of course, Specialist Traynor."

Walking into the room, her arms filled with articles of clothing, Traynor pulled out a selection of items. "Just thought I'd bring by a few more things for you. Since it looks like you'll be staying with us a little while longer."

"Staying longer?" Samara asked, then nodded in understanding. "So, it would appear that Shepard decided to divert course and come to the aid of the eezo facility."

"Yes, sorry," Traynor said, trying her best to keep her eyes focused on Samara's face. And not the light bulge in her pants, nor the way Traynor's old t-shirt seemed ready to burst against the strain of Samara's ample breasts. "I tried to get some other ships to investigate the matter instead, but we're the closest, so..."

Samara nodded. "No, it was the right decision. As eager as Liara and I may be to return to normal, our health appears to be otherwise unaffected by the device." Samara took the clothing that Traynor offered her with a grateful smile. "And it seems you have packed more than enough clothing for me to remain comfortable during my stay here."

"Isn't all mine," Traynor said. "Managed to get some of the other female crew to donate some of their spare things. Tried to tell them it was part of a clothing drive or something, but I'm pretty sure they all knew."

"It's alright, Specialist Traynor. After the rather... public discovery of what the Prothean device had done, I'm certain the entire crew is well aware of the stranger effects of Prothean technology," Samara said. As she walked to set aside the loose-fitting clothing, she could feel her new set of blue testicles brushing against her thighs, and the fabric of her pants lightly tickling the skin of her cock.

Traynor looked a bit frustrated. "I'm sorry about that, Samara. You know how it can get, a small ship like this and gossip. But I'll get everyone to leave you alone while you're here. As far as the rest of the crew is concerned, the starboard observation deck is off-limits until we return to the Citadel."

"I thank you for your understanding, Specialist Traynor," Samara said, laying the spare outfits aside. She turned back to the human woman with a compassionate smile. "I cannot say I'm exactly happy about my current condition, but your kindness is making all of this just a little more bearable."

Traynor gave her a nod, and started to make a move to leave. After a moment's hesitation, she opened her mouth. "I... that is... do you mind if I ask... no, never mind."

"It's quite alright," Samara said. "You may ask whatever you wish."

"It's just... I mean..." Traynor stammered. "I guess I've always been curious about what it feels like to have... to walk around with one of those things," she finally finished her thought, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Sorry, I know it's probably the last thing you want to talk about right now. But it's not really the sort of thing you can come out and ask a guy, you know?"

Samara gave Traynor a reassuring smile. "I understand. But, to be quite honest with you, I barely even notice it at all. I am aware of its existence, can picture it in my mind when I am reminded of it, but other than that... I feel no differently than usual."

Traynor listened in rapt attention. "I see. Well, I suppose that makes sense. I mean, if men walked around thinking about nothing but that big fleshy thing between their legs... well, they'd never get anything done, would they?"

"Indeed," Samara said.

"Well, I should get going," Traynor said, patting the pile of clothing in her arms. "I imagine Liara's feeling pretty... well, tightly packed in her usual clothes. Think I'll pop by the barracks to see if anyone else has anything to donate before I pay her a visit."

"You are too kind to us," Samara said. "And I will be sure to let you know if I need anything further."

The two of them said their goodbyes, and Traynor quickly exited. Now left to her own devices, Samara returned to her previous position. Finding a spot on the floor with a good view out of the observation deck window, she crossed her legs, shut her eyes, and focused her mind.

What does it feel like, Samara? What does it really feel like?

Traynor's voice in her head, reminding Samara of their conversation. And the lies that Samara had told.

Because the truth was, from the second it had grown out of her body, the cock between her legs had been all that she could think about. Even now, as she tried to meditate, she could feel the fabric of Traynor's borrowed pants tightening and bunching around the thick fleshy cock underneath. Clearing her throat, she attempted to rearrange herself, reaching down boldly between her legs and shifting the sizable package underneath.

"Ahh," Samara gasped. The mere sensation of her own fingers pressing against the extension of flesh between her legs sent a shiver through her entire body, and caused a tensing of her muscles that felt disturbingly pleasant. She could feel the thick reproductive organ pulse underneath her fingers, as long forgotten urges started burrowing their way up from the depths of her mind.

Even now, as she closed her eyes again, her mind wasn't on the sutras of the Justicar code, or on the teachings of Athame. Instead, she thought about Traynor. An image of herself satisfying the human woman's curiosity about her mutation by showing it to her first-hand. Stripping the shocked woman out of her uniform and exposing her darkly-colored human flesh, before bending her over a couch and burying every last inch of her cock into the...

Samara gasped. Opening her eyes, she looked down to see her cock straining against the fabric of her pants. Goddess, it was getting so big. A few seconds of weakness, of allowing herself to fantasize, and the thick cock between her legs now threatened to burst out from the loose-fitting pants she wore.

"Focus," Samara muttered to herself. But the press of cotton fabric against her throbbing cock made it nearly impossible. Letting out a frustrated sigh, Samara pulled out the waistband of her pants, reached down with her other hand, and withdrew the accursed organ from captivity. Gently, she tugged the seam of the pants down to rest underneath her scrotum, and let her new set of equipment hang out in the open air as she attempted again to resume her meditations.

A Justicar's code is absolute. she ran through her mind. A Justicar must defend the weak, protect the innocent, and punish the guilty. A Justicar must

Can I see it, Samara? asked Traynor in her mind. Despite Samara's attempts to picture the faded parchments and ancient writings of the Justicar order, instead she saw Traynor sinking down to her knees. Letting out a gasp of astonishment as Samara pulled out her cock and let it hang in front of Traynor's awe-stricken face. Watching as the enraptured human, unable to contain herself any longer, leaned forward and wrapped her moist lips around the bobbing blue...

A Justicar's duty is for life. A justicar must not rest in the face of evil. A justicar is

Warm and wet. Thrusting inside, until I'm completely buried in her moist cunt. My balls slap against her clit as I spill my cum deep into her womb. "Fuck me," she begs me, and my cock remains hard against her inner walls as I push toward a second climax inside of her.

Letting out an annoyed sound, Samara snapped her eyes open. Staring down at the thick cock between her legs, she tried desperately to picture it shrinking down. Make it stop throbbing in that way that just begged for it to be buried in some tight, moist cunt.

"Goddess," Samara muttered, as more vulgar thoughts flooded her mind. Words she thought she had forgotten, words she had forgotten she had ever heard. Every possible way that she could imagine to express one simple desire: to fuck.

Samara had a feeling it was going to be a long, long trip to the Citadel.
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