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Mass Effect - Vehicular Vixens	By : Redfields Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 7615 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Commander Jane Shepard dropped the Hammerhead out of the Normandy’s launch bay. Her two colleagues for this mission, Miranda Lawson and Jack, maintained a stoic silence in the cramped back of the vehicle, pointedly ignoring each other.

As soon as Shepard landed gently on the surface, she cut the engines.

“What gives, Commander?” Jack asked. Miranda just sighed, despairing at the thought of having to spend any additional time with Subject Zero.

“Look, you two. I’ve had it with your bickering. It’s about time you acknowledge you have a lot more in common than you think. You’re both smart, fierce, powerful biotics.” Shepard stated bluntly. “And you’re both smokin’ hot with fantastic asses.” She added, a glowing orange omni-strapon sprouting from her crotch. She sported an ominous grin as she mimed jerking it off.

Miranda simply lowered her face into her hands and sighed again, but Jack looked delighted. Both at the strapon, and at Miranda’s obvious discomfort. “Hey, you gonna use that, or just let it go to waste?”

“Might let it go to your waist.” Shepard replied as Jack stripped out her clothes. It didn’t take long – a few straps on the floor and the former convict was naked.

“Got any lube?” Jack asked.

“Only saliva. Better get to work.” Shepard replied. So Jack got to work, taking the entire glowing length down her throat. Before she could pull up, Shepard held her head in place and started mashing her groin against the bald-headed woman’s face. Lewd and loud gagging noises came from Jack’s throat as Shepard violated it with her orange cock.

Shepard gave Jack a break, but Jack didn’t take it, remaining down on the omni-strapon with her lips wrapped around the base. She stayed gagging on the cock long enough that Shepard got worried, but then the convict came back up with a gasp and a smirk aimed right at Miranda. The Cerberus officer pointedly ignored the ordeal happening inches away.

“Alright, get that in my ass right now.” Jack commanded, turning around. She sat down eagerly on Shepard’s lap, trusting the commander to aim properly. Her trust was rewarded when she felt her butt hole split open as she sat down. Orange light probed deep into her bowels as she sank downwards. Her smirk gradually shifted to a grimace as she got lower.

“Hey, did you make this bigger?” She asked.

“Nope. Maybe your ass isn’t as good as Miranda’s.” Shepard commented.

Jack swore at Shepard’s obvious attempt to get under her skin, but it worked. She slammed down onto the cock, taking it to the base. She grunted in pain, then a muttered “woah” as she glanced down and saw her abdomen poking out. She imagined she could almost see the skin glowing from the omni-strapon.

“Hmm, maybe you do have a better ass than Miranda.” The commander corrected herself.

Miranda, still facing away, made a sound suspiciously like a “harrumph” despite ostensibly ignoring the whole thing. Jack’s face returned to a smirk. Time to take things up a notch. She raised herself up, intending to settle right back down again, but Shepard had other ideas. The commander grabbed her hips and slammed her back down, eliciting a gasp from the surprised convict.

From there, Shepard took charge, using Jack’s ass as a cocksleave as she slammed the convict’s body down again and again. Despite their small stature, Jack’s tits flopped wildly as her body was hammered. Her arms flailed, and she almost lost her balance until she managed to get some purchase, pressing them against the sides of the hammerhead (and incidentally, just next to Miranda’s head). The officer closed her eyes, but could not ignore the loud grunts that Jack made whenever Shepard bottomed out in her.

“Oh yeah! It’s so deep. Look at it poking my guts out. You don’t know what your missing!” She taunted Miranda with the anal pleasures she was receiving. The invectives got lewder and louder, until she sounded like a porn star, screaming obscenities as she came.

Her ass clenched around the orange cock filling her intestines, waves of pleasure radiating outwards. Shepard, either unknowing or uncaring about her climax, continued to pound her as she shrieked in pleasure. Nearly deafening in the tiny confines, it was still nowhere near close enough to convey the bliss coursing through her body. Miranda covered her ears, but Jack was far beyond caring, focused solely on the orgasmic feelings emanating from her ravaged rear end.

Eventually, her orgasm faded. Shepard finally slowed to a stop as Jack’s hoarse voice ebbed into incoherent mumbles, her compact body collapsing into the commander’s arms. Shepard held her upright as she recovered.

“So, Miranda, you want a turn?” Shepard asked.

“Of course not.” Came the instinctive reply, though Miranda couldn’t deny that the experience seemed quite appealing. Not that she’d ever admit that.

“You sure? Jack’ll lick your pussy.”

“I will?” Jack asked groggily while Miranda debated internally.

“After what I put you through, you’d better.” Shepard responded, waiting for Miranda to make up her mind.

Gulping, Miranda stood up and unzipped her uniform.

“Ooh yeah, take it all off.” Jack catcalled.

Miranda responded with a withering glare and an “I hope you’re hungry” as she peeled out of her Cerberus duds, leaving her in a black bra and panties. She took off her bra while Shepard pulled down her panties, revealing a well-trimmed pussy.

Miranda made to sit down on Shepard’s lap, like Jack, but the commander waved her off and stood up. She folded the pilot’s seat away. “Let’s try something different. Jack, on the floor. Miranda, kneel on her face.”

Jack grumbled but obeyed. Miranda followed suit, eager to see the convict under her, servicing her. Of course, the cabin was far too small for Jack to lie down completely, so her legs splayed up the wall, their tattoos an artistic sight as Miranda enjoyed her services.

As Jack’s tongue started plumbing the depths of Miranda’s pussy, Shepard knelt down behind the officer and grabbed her still-slick orange cock. She slid it a few times between those glorious globes before pulling back. Shepard rested the tip against Miranda’s puckered butthole, then grabbed onto her large tits for leverage and slowly pushed into her surprisingly tight back door.

Miranda’s eyes widened, her lips parting. She groaned in pleasure, deep and guttural, as both her holes were lovingly serviced. Jack’s tongue reached deep inside her and played with her clit. Shepard kept her pace slow, but kept her hands all over the officer’s tits.

Miranda groaned again, feeling kisses on her neck, then a whisper in her ear. “You can have a taste. If you want. No one would ever know.” Then a gentle force on her back, pushing her down until she was face-to-face with a remarkably tattooed pussy. Well, she’d already gone this far …

She would’ve given it a tentative lick, but Shepard and Jack both stepped up their pace, and Miranda’s mind nearly shattered. She gave jack’s pussy a long, sloppy, lick, moaning the whole time as her back door was stretched more and more.

Jack took a momentary break. “Now she’s getting into it.” Miranda didn’t even care anymore as Jack dove back into her sopping pussy. Shepard merely pounded her harder, sending her boobs swaying under her.

Her pleasure built in proportion with Shepard’s pace, getting closer and closer to orgasm, until suddenly the commander backed off. Miranda whined into Jack’s leaking pussy, but Shepard held off, letting the convict take the lead in getting Miranda off. Just as Jack’s tongue was about the push her over the edge, Shepard slammed back into her, sending her into a screaming climax.

The commander kept up a ferocious pace all through her orgasm, teaming up with Jack to push her pleasure to new, dizzying heights. Her mind was completely consumed with bliss, her mouth screaming meaningless babble, simply trying to find an outlet for her immense pleasure.

Her ass clenched around Shepard’s strapon, and her pussy gushed cum onto Jack’s surprised face. It only spurred the convict to faster, deeper, her tongue a whirl in Miranda’s spurting folds. Shepard heard the splashing, guessed the source, and upped her speed. The pair were determined to push Miranda’s orgasm farther than she could handle.

It worked a little too well. Miranda’s screams turned hoarse as her climax continued. Her eyes flickered, fluttered, and finally rolled back in her head as the pleasure overwhelmed and she passed into blissful unconsciousness. Her body collapsed atop Jack’s, her head resting against the convict’s dripping vagina.

Shepard gradually withdrew her strapon from the officer, admiring the devastation she’d left behind. There was a gaping hole between Miranda’s beautiful butt cheeks, and Shepard swore she could see all the way to the officer’s stomach.

“Hey, when she wakes up, we’re doing this again” came Jack’s voice from under the comatose body. Shepard could only agree.
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