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The Transformation of Shepard	By : Libertatem Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 153437 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Miranda looked up to see who would dare disturb her while she was finishing up the last touches on her report to the Illusive Man. “Oh, Samantha, it's you.”
“We're all suited up and ready to go.”
“Wonderful.” There was something different with the young girl today. “I'd thought Amy was supposed to come get me when you had finished.”
“She's oogling the combat suit you gave Oriana. I volunteered instead.”
“My sister has become quite popular with you girls.”
“Yeah,” Samantha sighed. “She's not really my type. Don't get me wrong... she's hot, but I'd like someone a bit more... mature.”
She had to laugh at that. “Good luck with that. Shepard only recruits crazy.”
“I know right? Sometimes I feel like I'm the only normal one. “Well,” she corrected as she realized the ridiculousness of her previous statement. “...normal, considering...”
“I'm well aware,” Miranda reassured her.
Samantha's eyes turned towards her computer. She smiled as she walked up to the desk. “What are you working on?”
“Some Cerberus reports. I want to get these done before we land.”
“Can I see?”
Miranda sent the last one and closed her terminal. “Classified Cerberus reports.”
Samantha frowned. The girl studied her for a moment and her disappointed scowl quickly turned back into a grin. “Do you think I could ever join Cerberus?”
“Why would you want to join Cerberus?” Even though she looked twenty, Samantha wasn't more than a week old. She couldn't possibly have any idea of what she wanted.
The girl brushed her blonde hair behind her ears. “Well, you guys get the best of everything, I'm guessing you're paid very well, and your making humanity better. People that were born with superior bodies and minds like ourselves owe it to everyone else.”
“Well, you're smart, that's for sure. And it seems your heart is in the right place. Too many people join us out of simple xenophobia.”
Samantha eyes opened wide. “So I can join then?”
“Bloody hell, no.”
The girl crossed her arms. “Why not?”
“Your mother would kill me for one reason. I'd rather keep my head where it is, thank you.”
Samantha didn't give up. She came around to her side of the desk and sat down, her armor plating clanking onto the alloy of her table. The girl crossed her legs and rested on one arm, leaning in closer. “Just how serious is this thing between you and mom anyway?”
“Excuse me?” This girl had no concept of personal boundaries. The was way too far inside of Miranda's comfort zone and worst of all, the girl was directing the course of the conversation.
“Well, I mean if it's just about sex... and let's be honest, it is. One of you will get bored, you'll break up and then no one will get what they want.” The girl leaned in closer, just inches away from her face. “We don't have to tell her right away. We can wait for the right time.”
“That has got to be the worst idea I've ever heard. Do you think Jack could listen to reason? Besides, it's dangerous.”
Samantha leaned in, planting a warm kiss on her cheek. “I'm going to do great today. By the end of the day you're going to beg me to join.” She sat back up straight and ran her hands over her armor. “Why do we have to wear the heavy armor, while you get the sexy latex? You can hardly tell I have boobs in this damn thing.
“I can still tell.” Both of the twins were absolutely gorgeous. Their blonde hair and large breasts and rears had been the subject of her fantasies in more than one evening. But that's all they were. She had promised to look after the girls and that's exactly what she was going to do. “I expect you to give me one hundred and ten percent today, Samantha.”
*~*~*~*~*~*
The group was already on it's way to the cargo bay. Samantha grabbed Tosha by her arm and dragged her around the corner. “What are you doing?,” her sister complained. “You're going to make us late.” She pushed her sister against the wall and kissed her. Tosha tried to say something, but she was too happy to care what.
“It worked,” Samantha bragged, finally pulling away.
“I told you it would.” Tosha rested her hands on her hips. “So? Don't keep me waiting. Details!”
“Well, we didn't actually-”
Her twin laughed. “It doesn't count if you didn't bang her!”
“It'll happen soon enough. You should have seen the look on her face. So was trying so hard to keep her cool... and she was staring at my tits the whole time. How are things going on your end?”
“Horrible. It's going to be tough to get Oriana by herself.”
She smiled. “You can always back down and let me fuck both of them.”
“You're so greedy. I'm surprised Miranda is even talking to you considering what we did to her bed last night.”
She'd forgotten about the bed. “We're going to have to get someone to clean that up.” Both of their bodies had changed at the same time last night. Tosha was more timid than her. Samantha had been the one to take charge. She grabbed both of their new cocks and held them together. Her twin trembled underneath her as she ground their bodies together, cum oozing out of both dicks and soaking into the sheets.
Miranda had almost heard them, too. She'd had to hold a hand over Tosha's mouth to hide the girl's moans. She'd wanted to put herself inside her twin as well, but that seemed to be pushing it a little far. An idea crossed her mind as she regained her breath, laying next to her spent twin. Miranda plunked away at her keyboard, doing god-know-what. “We should fuck both of them, Tosha,” she'd said. “Let's cum inside both of them tomorrow.”
*~*~*~*~*~*
The combat team had found the Hugo Gernsback. It had been abandoned, most of the crew surviving the crash. Unfortunately, she was stuck here training with the rest of her family. “This is such bullshit,” Tosha panted as she ran beside her. “Why the hell did we let Jason talk us into this?”
Miranda had them running in full armor. Twenty laps, she'd said ...and this was the warmup. Samantha kept her eyes on Miranda. The Cerberus officer was jogging ahead of them. Decked out in her usual sexy white suit, er ass swayed with every step. She caught a glimpse of her large breasts as she pivoted her arms. “I know why I came here.”
“I bet you're going to make her pay for this.”
“I'm totally hard just thinking about it.”
“How do you think you're going to do it?”
“Well, I'm probably strong enough to shove her to the floor and just fuck her, but I don't know... I might just tease her until she can't take it anymore and jumps on my cock. I don't even plan on sleeping tonight.”
“That's enough,” Miranda finally said, turning around with a smile.
“Oh, fuck.” She braced her hands onto her knees and breathed. “I think I'm going to die.”
Miranda placed her hand on her shoulder. “A Cerberus operative should be able to do a run like this in their sleep.”
“What was that about?,” Tosha asked when Miranda had left them alone.
“Don't worry about it.” The rest of the group caught up to them. “Looks like it's time for weapons training.”
Her closest shot was three inches away from the target. Sweat beaded on her forehead. “Come on,” she whispered to herself. “She's watching you.” Another miss. “Fucking bitch cocksucker!”
“Relax,” Miranda said, trying to calm her. “Your too eager. Slow down and focus.” She took in a deep breath and pulled the trigger again. The shot was closer, but still off target. She let out a gasp as Miranda pressed into her back and grabbed her arm. “Hold your arm like this,” she said. Despite the exercise Miranda put them through, she still smelled like a goddess. Samantha could feel her face turning red. “Now aim and fire.”
The holographic target disappeared as her bullet struck it. “I did it! I did it Miranda!”
“I knew you could.” She took another shot, striking the target chest center mass. Miranda's arms were still touching her. The officer's voice dropped to a whisper. “You've been staring at my ass all day.”
“I thought you wouldn't notice,” she lied.
“I know what you're doing. Stop it.”
“And why would I do that?”
Miranda dug into her wrist “Because I told you to.”
“What are you to going to do? Spank me? God forbid...”
“What's gotten into you?”
“I'm going to fuck you tonight and there isn't a god damn thing you can do to stop me... ma'am.”
*~*~*~*~*~*
Amy led her by her hand, dragging her along to some unknown location.“Where are you taking me, Amy?,” Oriana asked.
“Just a little bit farther. I saw a good spot on our way down.”
“Were far enough away from everyone. Nobody's going to hear us.”
Amy squeezed her hand. “Patience, Ori.” Their path ended at a small cliff. It overlooked the valley below, the luscious, green landscape stretching off into the distance. “Beautiful, isn't it?”
“Yeah.” She leaned and kissed Amy's cheek. “Almost as beautiful as you.”
“Wow,” Amy laughed. “You don't get that cheesy unless you're really horny.”
“Is it that obvious? It's Miranda's suit... it rubs against everything. I don't know how she takes it.”
Amy's lips pressed against hers, her strong arms squeezing her tightly. “You have no idea how hard it's been watching you in that all day.”
“You are such a perv.”
“Come on, help me out of this armor.” She hit the quick release latch and her chest plating popped off. The Cerberus armor was easy to get out of, unlike the complicated N7 suit Shepard wore. Oriana stroked Amy's cock as it was released from the suit before moving up to her chest. She pulled the tank-top over her breasts and quickly took a nipple in her mouth. “I should have known you'd go for these first.”
She swallowed her first gulp of milk. “I'm thirsty.” She kissed her areola and began to suck her tit again. “You know... I didn't even need to bring water with me...”
Amy's fingers tangled in her hair and scratched her scalp. “Drink as much as you want, honey.” The taste of her breast milk was addicting. She wanted more and more of her girlfriend's breast milk. Oriana moved the other, Amy moaning as she drained her. “Oh, God!” She grabbed Amy's hand, stopping her from jerking on her cock. “Please,” she pleaded.
Oriana kissed her again. She could always get more milk later. “Unzip me.” She returned to Amy's mouth. Their tongues flicked against each other. Her nipples poked out as the air cooled against her sweat. The suit was pulled past her ass and rested under her knees. “Do we have any more condoms?”
“No...”
“Fuck it.” She was past the point of return now. Amy pushed aside her panties just far enough for an opening. The hard cock pushed into her, spreading her open and plunging into her pussy. She wrapped her arms around Amy's shoulders and let her do the work. The cock thrust deeper inside her. “Pace yourself, you won't last like this...”
“Then we'll just have to do it again, won't we?” She was laid on her back and Amy's thrusts became harder and faster. Oriana watched their breasts bounce as Amy fucked her. She took them in her mouth once more, cooing as the milk flowed back into her. It tasted good. Too good. Her body clenched up and she squeezed down on the cock as she came.
She coughed up the milk, unprepared for her premature orgasm. “Did I just cum from sucking on your boobs?” Amy's eyes rolled back into her head and she stopped thrusting her cock. “Pull out!,” she shouted. Her body betrayed her. It held onto her girlfriend greedily, not wanting to release her.
The force of the cumshot pushed her back onto the ground. “Oh, god...” Amy moaned as her cock throbbed. More sperm flowed into her womb. Amy pushed in deeper. “Oh, god...”
She fell on top of Amy, the flow of cum finally stopping from flowing into her. “That was a lot of jizz.”
“I'm sorry,” Amy said, regaining some of her senses. “I was going to pull out, but then you came around me and... I'm sorry.”
She wiped her mouth off on the back of her hand. “That was... unexpected. There's no way I'm not getting pregnant from that.”
Amy watched for what seemed like a whole minute. Her face wrinkled as she frowned. “You know I'll stand by you... no matter what.”
“You mean it? I thought this is what you wanted.”
“What I want is for you to be happy.”
“Wow... that's... wow.”
“There is something I've been meaning to ask you for awhile now.” Amy slid out from under her and crawled towards her armor.
“Don't tell me you had a condom this whole time.”
Amy laughed. “I'm not that evil. Close your eyes.”
“Eyes closed.”
“Okay,” Amy whispered into her ear. “Open.” The concern in Amy's eyes caught her off guard. Resting in the palm of her hand was a diamond ring. It was perfect. The curves in the band's design were perfect. The square shape and size of the diamond were perfect. “Oriana Lawson, will you marry me?”
She pushed Amy back to the ground and dove into her face. She tasted even better than she had before. “Yes,” Oriana whispered, trying not to cry. She held out her hand and Amy slowly slid the ring onto finger. “Yes.” The cock pressed into her abs, hard once again. She ground against it, sliding the shaft along her slit. The head pushed into her lips once again. “Now, my lovely fiance... I believe I was promised seconds.”
*~*~*~*~*~*
Samantha glanced around the small village. “They built themselves quite the setup here.”
“Something's wrong,” Jason said. His brow wrinkled as he stared at the survivors.
“What do you mean?”
“There's no men here.”
He was right, all of the survivors in the camp were women. Nearly ten years of hard survival hadn't been kind to their appearance, either. “Eww, they're all gross!,” her twin complained.
“Quiet, Tosha. They'll hear you.”
The was a commotion off towards the east. Miranda had heard it too. “Gunshots,” she said. “Combat team, report.”
“What is it?”
“The others found the male survivors,” Miranda said. “They were all driven mad.”
Jason raised his gun. “There's something coming down the path.”
A blue field surrounded Miranda as she activated her shields. “Security mechs. Stay here.”
“I'm coming with you.” She drew her pistol and thumbed the safety off.
“Stay here, Samantha. That's an order,” Miranda commanded, sprinting off to the front lines.
Mirala crossed her arms. “Is she going to take on all the mech's by herself?” Miranda made short work of the weak, basic issue mechs. “She seems to be holding her own.”
“She can't keep it up forever.” Miranda's SMG rattled away as she blasted away. A second wave came down on her, followed shortly by a third. A heavy mech brought up the rear. “Miranda!” She ran towards the fight. One of her sister yelled at her to stop. She wasn't sure which. The heavy leveled his arm at her friend and fired. Samantha waved her arm and Miranda flew off to the side. A roar escaped her lips as she raised her hands. The missile stopped in it's tracks and flew back inside the barrel, taking the oversized mech with it.
She stared at her hands. “What did I just do?” Miranda dusted herself off and came towards her. “Oh my god are you okay, Miranda? Did I hurt you?”
Miranda looked pissed. The officer grabbed her wrist and dragged her back to the village. “I need to have a word with you... in private.” She turned to the others. “Jason, you and the others watch this path. Call me if you see any more of them.”
“What the hell?,” she complained as she was led down the street. She almost had to jog to avoid being dragged on the ground. “I saved your ass, damn it.”
Miranda pushed her inside one of the huts. “I told you to stay put,” she said. Miranda pushed her again, this time sending her into the clay wall. “That was foolish, stupid, and reckless.” Miranda inched closer. “If I tell you to do something, you bloody well better do it.”
“Well, fuck y-” Miranda threw herself on her, cradling her head in her hands as she kissed her.
“Thank you ...Operative Williams.”
She laughed “So that's what this is about. My charms were finally too much for- What did you just call me?”
Miranda' slid her hands down her neck and kissed her again.“Do you think you can listen to my orders from now on?”
Her face was warm. She was blushing, she realized. “W- what are your orders now?” Her cock was too big for this cramped suit. She tried to adjust herself with no success.
Miranda buried her face into her neck and took a deep breath. “Take off your clothes.”
She clawed at her breastplate, desperate to remove the barrier between her and the goddess before her. She gasped, teeth nibbling on her earlobe. “I- I cant...”
Miranda pressed a single button and her suit crashed to the ground in two halves. She was shoved to the ground, the straw bed breaking her fall. “I told you take off your clothes.”
Samantha ripped off her sports bra as quickly as she could. Miranda was already straddling her thighs, pulling her shorts off her legs. “You must really be-”
“Shh,” Miranda said, holding a finger to her lips. “Don't talk.” The breasts almost pushed into her face as the woman hung over her. Miranda still smelled good. Was that lavender? She ripped open the shirt to look at her prizes. They were held up by a black, lacy bra that left little to the imagination. Miranda reached around to unfasten herself, exposing her luscious chest.
Her nipples hardened as they brushed against Miranda's, the older woman pressing their bodies together. The gloved hand slid down her stomach until it was firmly grasped around her cock, squeezing her. “Are you still a virgin, Samantha?”
“Y- yes...” Miranda's hand move to the head of her cock. The tip flared as her thumb swirled over it.
“I thought so. We can have sex... on one condition. This is a one time thing. If anyone asks, this didn't happen. You don't talk about it. You don't even think about it. Can you live with that?” She managed to nod. Miranda smiled. “Good,” she said, removing her pants. “Cerberus operatives need to be discrete...”
“I won't tell a soul.” Samantha pressed her finger to Miranda's panties and was met by soft moan. The woman was soaking wet. She brushed them aside, exposing the officer's eager pussy. Her cock throbbed as it got closer. She could feel the heat coming off of her. She held onto Miranda's toned thighs and thrust in, burying three inches of herself into the tight cunt. “Oh god!” That was too much. Something seemed to rumble inside her. I can't cum yet, she thought. Think about something else. The cooks horrible jambalaya. There we go.
Miranda's hips rolled forward, taking more of her in. She closed her eyes and sank down further. The last four inches of her cock were now inside her. One of the woman's hands grabbed her left breast, the other sliding down her thigh. “You can release inside me if you want to.”
“I... I want to.” She grabbed two handfuls of Miranda's ass as she thrust. “But, I'm not done with you yet.”
Miranda's cunt tightened around her. “You're so strong...” Samantha shifted her weight, throwing the officer on her back. She cried out as she slammed into her as hard as she could, again and again. Miranda dug her fingernails into her back and wrapped her legs around her. Samantha took charge and plowed into her, Miranda content to lay back and take the hard fucking.
Miranda's breasts jiggled every time she thrust into her pussy. “This is... I'm... I'm going to...” She couldn’t hold back. The cum erupted from her and poured into the officer's womb. It seemed almost as if it wouldn't stop. She pressed her forehead against Miranda's and sighed as her seed filled her.
She collapsed into her arms, the torrent of sperm finally stopping. “Not bad for your first time,” the older woman teased. “I needed that.”
Samantha traced her finger along Miranda's breast. “It's a shame you only want to do this once.” Her cock would fit nicely between these.
“It's for the best.”
“The best for who? You or me?”
“Both of us. Don't make this harder than it needs to be.”
“Okay,” she sighed. “Just... hold me for a minute?” She reluctanly slid out of Miranda's cunt, her wet cock sticking to her thigh. She hugged her, not ever wanting to let the older woman go.
“Sure.” Miranda smiled, running her fingers through her messy hair.
“This was amazing.”
“I thought we agreed we were going to forget about this.”
“That might be a little hard for me... you're just too perfect.” Miranda's hand rubbed her shoulder. “Do you remember your first time?”
“Yes,” Miranda laughed. “But that was a lifetime ago.”
“Well, how was it?”
“You're awfully nosy.”
“Aw, come on...”
“It wasn't easy, that's for sure. Our father's worked together. He was only one around my age... my father didn't allow me to have friends.”
“Where is he now?”
“Dead. I shot him after he sold us out. Anyway, that's enough about me.” Miranda stood up and picked up her clothes off the ground.
She smiled as she spotted the new limp in Miranda's step. “I suppose you know just about everything about me.” The officer got back into her tight uniform more easily than Samantha thought she would. “You have this whole sexy, dominatrix-commando thing going on. I like it.”
“Your body is a weapon is a weapon, Samantha. Combine that with your strength and intelligence and you can do anything.”
She gave Miranda a quick once-over. “You know... I could tell Jack about us.”
Miranda's eyebrows wrinkled. “Why the fuck would you do that?”
She performed a very weak fake-cry. “Mom! I didn't want to. She made me do it. She was just to strong for me...”
“You little bitch... are you're blackmailing me?”
“Don't take it personally.” She glanced to the side, then back to the now fuming Miranda. “I can't have lovely goddess such as yourself locking herself away, can I? I do hope this won't affect my application or our working relationship.” Her cock sprang and smacked into the officer's leg. “Oh look at that, I guess were not done yet.”
“I am going to make you pay for this.”
She laughed again. “I hope so!” She wrapped her arm around Miranda's neck and kissed her again. The officer didn't return it this time.” She squeezed Miranda's soft breasts between her fingers. “This isn't a power struggle, my lovely Miranda. I just don't want this to get too professional. You can do anything you want to me...” The officer looked shocked. Spending the last few months in Shepard and Jack's company had left her cautious. “Make me your whore, Miranda.”
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