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Booty of the Blue Typhoon	By : ViridianLibrarian Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 9155 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The elevator doors opened towards the Crew deck, and Shepard had to gasp at Liara’s continued dedication. The entire scene before her was green. A wall of vines cut her off to the left, and plants were dotted down the hallway. Then two of the plants started dancing, and she realized it was Gabby and Ken, dressed up all in greenery. It might be more accurate to call it skipping and leaping about than dancing, and they chanted a weird little tune as they did so, full of nonsense words, and whenever they got close to one another, they kissed. They beckoned for Shepard to come down the path with them, and sometimes pushed or pulled her before leaping back into their wild kissing and dancing. She didn’t see any brass key, though, and when she reached the door of the medbay, the two merry engineers ran with a laugh towards Liara’s cabin. Aha, so now while she continued this weird quest, they got to borrow the big bed. That had to be worth dancing about in suits of leaves for a bit.
The medbay lay in the dark, lit only by candles, most of which were placed on a table. Behind the table sat Dr. Chakwas, in skull face paint, a top hat and only a wild tangle of bone pearl jewellery to cover her boobs. Shepard was suddenly grateful of the darkness. She was perfectly fine with knowing that older people could enjoy a good rutting, but seeing them in the nude still felt pretty awkward.
“Why have you come to the lair of Wise Chakwas, child?”
“Er,” started Shepard. This was definitely weird. “I’m here for the... brass key?”
The Doc nodded her head once, heavily. “You desire the treasure! Brave child, or perhaps foolish... Wise Chakwas can help you, but first you must drink to her health. Bring the chalice!”
She tugged at a line tied around her wrist, and chief engineer Adams stumbled into view. The other end of the line was secured to a collar he wore around his neck, and other than that he was wearing much the same getup as Shepard was, with hat and coat – just far more tattered. And in his outstretched hands he held a cup.
It was a very fine cup, shiny and decorated with precious stones, and in it was a clear liquid, and at the bottom of the cup rested an object. The key. Shepard took it, sniffed the contents and took a mouthful. It tasted not unpleasant at all. Raising the cup to the Doc she gave a “Cheers!” and downed the rest of it, chugging until she could feel the key against her lips. She took it between her teeth and put the cup down at the table with a silly grin. That’s funny... Dr. Chakwas looked a lot younger now.
“Stay with me, forever mine, or leave at once and lose your mind,” chanted the Doc in a sing-song voice. Oh, she could kiss that voice! What a weird thing to say, though. Stay with me or leave at once... She bit down on the key still clamped between her teeth. Wasn’t there somewhere she was supposed to be? Oh, but there was such a delightful tingling between her legs...
The map! The map. The quest, the keys. Liara. Liara had done this to her. Oh, sweet, precious, beautiful Liara! “Fuck me,” she groaned; that blue devil had drugged her again. She had to go. She had to find Liara so she could tie her up and spank her and fuck, fuck, fuck - - -
Shepard ran for the AI core, sliding down the stairs of the maintenance shaft, the laughter of Wise Chakwas the witch doctor ringing in her ears. She started crawling through the dark tunnel, groaning as her cunt throbbed; the initial feeling of delightful desire had been pushed away by sharp, painful lust. Goddess, she was so horny...
She didn’t get far before she collapsed on the floor of the tight tunnel, breathing hard. Stupid Liara with her stupid games and her stupid drugs and fuck, fuck, fuuuuck... She plunged her fingers into her own clit, hot and wet, pushing away her panties with her thumb, twisting furiously to get a good angle, chocking back a sob because she knew it wouldn’t be enough, clenching her other fist and trying to summon up enough powers to form a biodic... At least she was alone, in the dark, with no-one to witness her - - - no. No way! The red light of a camera lens was still fixed on her. Liara had really done a job on this game... But the knowledge that her bondmate was watching gave Shepard fresh determination. Her breath came ragged as she repositioned herself towards the camera, giving Liara the best possible view of her hot, throbbing clit. Then, she gave her the finger.
It took her a few more tries before she managed the biodic, but she clenched her teeth together and focused until she got there, grinning stupidly at the camera when the energy finally crackled around her fist. She couldn’t help but think of Ash as she slid onto the glowing blue shaft, rocking back and forth as well as she could in the cramped space, but where Ash had come quickly, an agonizingly long time seemed to have passed before Shepard could even feel close to relief. She moaned, and wondered if Liara had installed microphones in the narrow tunnel as well. What was her blue beauty doing now? Was her eyes glued to her monitor as she pushed softly against her own biodic? Probably not; using it like this was too disorienting, and Liara had access to whatever tools and toys she liked. Or perhaps she was feeling sorry for her and was climbing through the tunnel to get her, to help her and to (gods yes please yes) fuck her. Or maybe she didn’t care. Maybe the camera wasn’t hers. Or maybe she wasn’t watching. Maybe she was having an orgy with the rest of the crew while Shepard suffered alone! But she’d show her. She... would... show... her...! With a grunt and a heave she pushed against the biodic, her back arching, and finally, blissfully, she came.
There would be a stain of hers in this hidden part of the ship forever.
Well. Some animals marked their territory that way.
She still lay there for a while, just breathing, slowly calming down. Eventually, the uncomfortable metal bits poking into her back managed to persuade her to get up and keep going. But she resolved to never, ever drink anything Liara offered her, directly or through others, ever again.
Shepard came out of the maintenance shaft and into the bowels of the Engineering deck to the sounds of someone far, far happier than herself. She could easily tell who, too; both Garrus’ voice and Tali’s giggles were easy to distinguish. Perhaps she could just stay with them for the rest of the day. Forget all about Liara’s cruel games and just –
She stopped dead. In front of her on a blanket lay Garrus and Tali, but the moment she got in view, Garrus rolled off it, grabbed a – a sword? – and stood ready to attack her. But what really struck her was the fact that he was only wearing some weird sort of headdress made all of feathers, and red paint in swirly patterns sort of like Tali’s suit all over his naked body. Tali was more modestly dressed, though she had changed her purple suit for a red one, and had feathers fastened here and there. But she kept sitting, and so was of no immediate concern. Behind them was a sort of small tent, a clean environment enclosure of the kind quarians sometimes used when they needed to get out of their suits, though it was partly covered in a mesh woven in with even more feathers. Another couple happy with Liara’s ideas, no doubt. Shepard was starting to feel more and more like the fool of this venture. And she the Commander of the lot, too! Why did everyone always insist on giving her the dangerous and difficult missions? Couldn’t she ever just lie on a beach somewhere while someone else followed orders?
Garrus’ voice pulled her out of her self-pity: “Why have you come here, soft skin?”
“Soft skin?” answered Shepard, “I’ll show you soft skin...!”
She closed the space between them in three strides, side-stepping as he lunged at her with his odd weapon, then barrelled into him from the side, knocking him off balance. They crashed against the floor, the sword flying from his hand, but Shepard had been ready for the impact and had Garrus pinned down before he could even get his bearings. Grinning down at him, she remembered why it was always her being sent out to fix things: she was the best. Simple as that. And the brief squabble had really made her feel a whole lot better.
“Next time, maybe try a bow. This soft skin got her close combat learnin’ from a krogan.”
Garrus simply stared up at her with a stupefied expression – though it was clear enough that he was impressed. She traced her hand over the scarred side of his face, then patted his cheek playfully, rolled off him, picked up the sword and stood up, all in one fluid motion. As she walked away, Tali rushed to Garrus’ side, making an amazing job of keeping the amusement out of her voice as she played the concerned sweetheart.
“Oh, my brave warrior,” she purred, “are you injured? Tell me where it hurts and I shall make it better. Come into my sanctuary and I shall make you forget all your pain, my brave, brave warrior...”
Okay, maybe there was a slight teasing tone there. But sending a sniper with a sword against someone who usually opened combat by barrelling into the thick of it and then toppled everyone around her with biotics... well. It had been a receipt for comedy. At least she hadn’t head-butted him.
But she had all the items now! Gold key, brass key, sword. Check, check, check. The sword was very strange, though. It seemed mostly like a rapier, with a bell guard and everything, but the tip of it was curved into a sort of hook, where only the inside of the hook was sharp. It wouldn’t be much use at all in actual combat, but then, what was it for? She kept pondering it in the elevator, but then she came out in the Shuttle Bay and her mind had to concentrate on appreciating the scenery again.
Enormous, black blankets were thrown over all the big vehicles and work-benches, giving them a vague, rock-like appearance. The room was dimly lit, and a light fog gave the room an eerie feel. On a small raised dais a little ahead of her sat a wooden box, a treasure chest as good as any. The only thing about the scene that didn’t fit was a datapad, its panel lit, lying between her and her prize. She lifted it curiously.

I’m sorry. The aphrodisiac was stronger than I anticipated. I made a mistake. Can you forgive me?
Yes/No

Well, she hadn’t expected that, to be sure. Liara was right to apologize, of course; that drink had been a dick move. But this wasn’t just an apology; it was the option to call off the entire play that she’d worked so hard for. If Shepard pressed “no”, she had no doubt Liara would rush out from her hiding place, ready to do absolutely anything her bondmate wanted to make up for her mistake...
She pressed “yes”. Surely she could get Liara to do what she wanted anyway.
Shepard approached the chest wearily, clutching the handle of the sword tightly, but no trap revealed itself and nobody jumped out to challenge her. The chest was big enough to hold a person and looked sturdy, with two locks securing it, one golden, one brass. The keys both fit easily, each turning with a satisfying click. The lid was heavy, though, and she had to put down the sword, straining to get it open just a crack, then – a whirr, a click, and the lid practically exploded out of her hands. Thick smoke welled out of the open chest, and obscured by the smoke something shot towards the roof. Scanning the darkness above, Shepard was still unable to determine what it had been or where it’d gone to, but that quickly became irrelevant: she could spot a blue glow up there above her, coming closer, and illuminated by it descended a very familiar form.
Liara floated down and landed softly with the support of her biotics, facing her bondmate with the treasure chest between them. A sleek sword with the same curved tip rested comfortably in her hand, pointed casually at Shepard, who quickly scrambled to pick up her own blade. Her eyes were hardly on the threat, though.
The asari was dressed in a violently red dress, a stark contrast to her blue skin, drawn tight around her waist with a front-laced corset. The neckline plunged low over breasts pushed up by the corset, the dress hanging loosely around her shoulders, held up by thin straps. The skirt was long enough, but hiked up over one knee by a strap connected to the corset. And on her face she wore that mischievous grin that Shepard knew so well.
“What fool be ye who covets the booty of the Blue Typhoon?”
“I be Captain Shepard of the infamous pirate ship Normandy, and that booty really is mine. If ye will just admit as much at once, it’ll save ya a world o’ trouble.”
Liara smirked and made a sudden lounge. Shepard quickly brought up her blade for the parry, but if these had been proper swords, she would’ve been dangerously close to being skewered.
“My dear captain, I live for trouble,” purred Liara, and lunged again. Again, Shepard parried, but she was confused – clearly, none of them actually wanted to hurt the other, and with these strange blades it would’ve been difficult anyhow, but if that wasn’t the point... then what?
It was explained when Liara made her third lunge. This time, when Shepard tried to parry, she realized the lunge had been a feint, and before she could recover, Liara had swung her blade upwards, nicking the hem of Shepard’s fancy, feathered hat, and ripping it off her head. She brought her sword close and unhooked the hat from the blade, placing it on her own crested head with a flourish.
“First blood, captain,” she teased; “are ye sure yer up to th’ challenge?”
Oh. Oh. It was like strip poker! Just, well, without the poker. Also with very unfair advantages – while these blades were clearly made for snagging and cutting threads, it would probably take Liara all night to get Shepard out of this heavy coat. Unless she had an ace up her sleeve? Better not take anything for granted.
The battle was different from there. It was odd to protect your armour, rather than your body, and it took a while before either of them managed another good hit. Liara cut a few threads on her sleeve, but that didn’t really make much of a difference – but then Shepard finally managed to get her hooked blade around some of the lace keeping Liara’s corset together, cutting it over. The corset pulled open just a crack, but the rest of the lace still held tight. Shepard was getting into the swing of it now, though, developing working tactics, and soon enough she’d snagged the lace again, this time far closer to the main knot tying it all together. Instead of defending herself, though, Liara counterattacked while they were standing close, teasing her hook under the fabric of Shepard’s panties where it curved across her hip. When they pulled apart, the skull and crossbones slid down her other leg and were lost, while Liara still had her corset, if only by a single thread. Liara licked her lips, staring hungrily at the exposed triangle between her legs, but Shepard would not allow herself to be distracted. With a quick swipe she got the last lace keeping the corset together to burst, and then, while Liara quickly had to liberate her skirt from the corset or risk losing the whole dress, Shepard managed to cut one of her shoulder straps, too. The dress slipped dangerously low now, revealing the outlines of a nipple.
The last bit of the fight was the hardest. Liara had turned on the defensive, and with only the one shoulder strap to protect, she was having an easier time of it. In the end, it was the hat she’d gotten off Shepard at the beginning of the fight that doomed her. Shepard did the same thing she had, feinting forwards and then going up instead, but then she fumbled, knocking the hat halfway off instead of catching it on her hook, giving Liara a moment to shift her defence and secure the hat with a tilt of her head – and then, with a quick flurry, Shepard cut the second shoulder strap.
There was something incredibly satisfying about the way the dress slid downwards, resting a moment on blue hips before slipping off and gliding the rest of the way down to the floor. Underneath was nothing but an ocean of soft skin.
“I yield,” said Liara, dropping her blade. “Please, have mercy. My treasure is yours.”
She kneeled, though her face didn’t look much like one who pleaded for mercy; that mischievous grin was still dancing at the corners of her lip. Shepard was about to tell her to step away from the chest when Liara reached inside it, but instead of some secret weapon, the asari pulled out, with utter carefulness, a model of a sailing ship. It was a beautiful three-master in impeccable detail, down to the tiny cannons peeking out of their holes below deck and all the miniature rope work.
“My ship is yours, captain,” said Liara, holding out the model. “If you will hear me out, though, I’ve a proposition...” Ah. Here it was. “Why don’t you let me stay on as captain of the one ship, doing your bidding, of course, and splitting the plunder, say, forty-sixty? You’d be more than just a captain; you’d be a commander of your very own fleet. Together, we could strike fear into the heart of every other sailor; we’d be feared across every ocean, nay, the entire world would tremble at the merest mention of our names! I happen to have a good bottle of rum we can share to seal the deal...” As she’d spoken, Liara had moved fluidly closer to Shepard, and by now she was close enough to whisper into her ear: “What say you... Commander Shepard?”
So that was her plan, huh? To get her way, even in defeat... She was a sly one, her darling asari. And so very fond of being in control. And of course, it was a good offer. But she had made a vow to herself to never drink anything that little minx offered her...
She took the peace offering gently, her fingers brushing Liara’s. “This is a mighty fine ship,” she said, looking it over with real appreciation before carefully putting it down. “But I don’t see why I should let her back in th’ hands of me enemy when I’ve a perfectly trustworthy first mate who could captain it as well as anybody. Don’t worry, though – I’m sure I can find something else to do with you.”
Liara’s grin was the first thing to flee, but the rest of her didn’t have time to follow. With a viper’s speed Shepard swooped her off the floor, hoisting her up over her shoulders and started walking towards the elevator.
“How dare you,” seethed the Blue Typhoon, after her initial squee of surprise. “I am a very dangerous person to have as an enemy,” she continued, and Shepard’s heart skipped a beat at the thought of Liara getting her revenge. The future looked absolutely scandalous.
She ordered the elevator three floors up and shifted her hold on Liara, making sure she was lying as comfortably as possible – not an easy task, considering what they were both wearing. Her asari kept threatening her on the ride up, painting quite the colourful picture of Shepard’s imminent doom (which among other things included a cage and a very limited diet), but she hushed down as the elevator doors opened onto CIC, where they were met by some very telling sounds cut short by a giggling “quiet!”
Shepard strode towards the noise, where a blushing Williams shot off the ground and into attention. Her bandana had come loose and her hair was quite the mess, and she was only wearing one shoe. Vega lay on the ground, breathing hard, wearing nothing but a very satisfied grin.
“Is our would-be mutineer sufficiently chastised, then?”
“Yes, cap’n,” saluted Ash. Her ability to be a perfect soldier in pretty much any situation was commendable. Shepard nodded at Vega.
“Learnt yer lesson, have ye?”
“Oh yeah, cap’n. It’s all sunk in deep. I ain’t getting on the bad side of this lass again.”
Shepard harrumphed. “Not sure yer tone is quite as contrite as it should be, but... mop up this mess an’ get out o’ me sight, an’ I’ll let it slide. Fer now. Got me own rebel what needs some teachin’. Hand me the rope, Ash.”
Putting Liara down atop the bridge, she spread her arms and legs and tied her to the enormous wheel, before the captain let her hands trail further down her captive’s body, resting finally on her purple ass.
“This has been a mighty weird day,” she said, stepping close enough that their noses touched for a moment. “I’ve had me quite the journey, what with the huntin’ an’ the mutiny attempt an’ drugs an’ battles and sure, there’s been ups an’ downs, but,” and she paused, giving each cheek a squeeze.
“But it’s time, me thinks, that I have my booty.”
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