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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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Jacob and Miranda were waiting for Rose at the beginning of the stairway. Finishing her sprint with time to spare, Rose was slightly out of breath when she caught up to her companions. At the sight of Miranda, she considered demanding answers about the....thing that had happened to her in the room with Rana, but it was cripplingly embarrassing to even think about. What was she going to say? "Thanks for the new bits and pieces, Lawson. I especially like the weird alien-looking cock you stuck on me?" She didn't even know if it really was Cerberus' doing in the first place, so she decided to hold off on that line of questioning until she'd collected more information.

Miranda sensed something was up, however. "You alright, Shepard?"

Her tone and expression seemed genuinely concerned, but that wasn't what caught Rose's attention. She was too busy admiring the curves of Miranda's slender frame, how her taut abdomen flowed smoothly below her perky breasts, how that one-size-too-tight outfit made her cock stir from its slumber.....

No! she ordered herself. Think of something else, dammit!

"Fine," she replied. "Just need to catch my breath. Do we know where on the fourth floor we're headed?"

Jacob nodded. "Okeer's central lab. EDI's already unlocked the door."

They marched up the stairs as quickly as they could, drawing their weapons as they neared the door. Shepard signaled for the other two to brace themselves, and then they breached the door, entering the almost deserted lab. The only inhabitant was Okeer, slumped against a wall, blood leaking out of gunshot wounds to his abdomen.

Jacob swore under his breath. "Jedore was here."

Okeer coughed violently, flecks of blood spraying from his mouth, and Rose kneeled down in front of him.

"Humans," the krogan muttered, "you're not wearing Blue Suns uniforms. If you're here to kill me, you're too late."

"We're not here to kill you," Rose whispered softly to the dying krogan, "we're on a mission and we needed your help. Did Jedore do this?"

Okeer gave a weak laugh. "Yes! She did. Shot me in the gut and left me to bleed like a common varren. But death does not trouble me when I know my killer's fate will be far worse."

"What do you mean?"

The maniacal grin that spread across Okeer's face could frighten even a woman who'd killed a Reaper. "She left right after shooting me, running away like a spineless salarian. But I got my revenge. I accessed the facility's door controls to lock her in the storage room with three of my failed clones. And then," unfiltered glee filled his eyes, "I released them from their tanks. They will grind her bones to paste."

"Slowly...." he whispered, relishing the thought of Jedore's violent death, ".....and painfully."

Miranda interrupted the awkward silence that followed. "That's one problem taken care of, I suppose. We can plug his wounds with medi-gel --- try getting him onboard the Normandy, perhaps Doctor Chakwas can---"

Okeer groaned loudly, his strength ebbing rapidly as death's cool fingers began to creep over him. "I am finished, human. Whatever you came here for, I can be of no help." His eyes flickered momentarily as he shifted his gaze to Rose. "But you, Shepard....you can help me."

"You know who I am?" Rose asked.

Okeer nodded. "My assistant spoke about you. How you swooped down on Saren's obscene factory of death, cleansing the land with nuclear fire.....a mission a true krogan would admire."

"What do you want my help with?" Rose said, eager to shift the topic of discussion away from Rana.

Okeer gestured at Jacob. "You. Press the third button on the panel next to your head."

Jacob raised his fingers to the panel, found the button and pressed it, bringing out a sealed tank from an interior wall. A thin layer of dust coated the outside of the tank, but without blocking their view of its inhabitant: a single krogan male, clearly young, but big for his age. Shepard speculated that he was probably just a few inches shorter than Wrex himself.

"Take him," Okeer gasped, struggling to find his breath now. "And make him your vengeful fist. It is what he was made for."

Rose's eyes studied the slumbering krogan. He was a bit paler than most regular krogan, but apart from that, he seemed extremely fit. But there were other considerations. "Your clones are crazy, Okeer. How do I know this one won't be a liability? You don't even know what my mission is."

"It does not matter what a warrior's mission is, as long as it a mission worthy of a warrior," Okeer rasped, "I do not think you would accept any other kind. And he is no mere clone. This finished product, this.....grunt......is the culmination of my entire life's work. His genes distilled from the greatest of our race! His mind and body superior to any other krogan in the galaxy. While he lives, I have given the genophage the greatest insult any foe can suffer: to be ignored."

The old krogan slumped further back against the wall as his last words left him. "You wanted my help. This is the best I can do."

His eyes closed, and a few seconds later, his breathing began to slow to a halt. For a long minute, the group maintained their silence, until Jacob finally spoke up.

"Way too risky. We've got no guarantee this clone isn't as crazy as the rest."

"We can make that decision onboard the Normandy," Miranda said, "and even if we decide not to wake him up, the things Cerberus can learn from his genetics alone are worth the risk."

Shepard clicked the button on her omni-tool that connected her to the Normandy's cockpit. "Joker, bring the ship around. We've got a guest to bring onboard. And he's a big one."

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Meanwhile, Jedore was still locked in the storage room with the three loose krogan, rapidly running out of ammo as the mindless aliens smashed their way toward her. She cursed Okeer as she pierced around the corner and emptied her last clip into the nearest krogan; most of the bullets were absorbed or deflected by its armor, but the dull roar that accompanied the last few told her she'd found her mark. Still, it wasn't enough to even slow the beast down, and within seconds it had uprooted the table she'd hidden behind and tossed it to the side.

Faced with three hulking krogan, each one's eyes filled with feral madness, anyone could be excused for indulging in a little screaming and begging. Not Jedore. Ammo or no ammo, she wasn't going down without a fight. The Blue Suns lieutenant swept her blond locks out of her face as she charged up her armor's remaining power cells, diverting the energy in her suit to her gauntlets and boots.

She'd beat the fuckers to death with her bare hands if she had to. Fortunately for the krogan, she didn't get the chance. Two of them grabbed her arms while the other caught hold of her legs; Jedore expected that they would soon rip her apart by pulling in opposite directions, but instead they started clawing at her armor, wresting off pieces of it, running their large tongues up and down her exposed skin like excited dogs.

What Jedore didn't know was these particular krogan had been infected by the rachni's genetic material, which melted into the tank fluids and rapidly rewrote large sections of their genetic structure. What they once were was immaterial. What they were now was a trio of breeding-crazed carriers of rachni DNA, eager to plant their seed in the one fertile female present in the room. And as they slobbered all over her, coating her face and body with their pheromone-dosed saliva, Jedore felt her pussy burn, gradually becoming more open to the idea of a little carnal relief. But she liked to take command, and these brutes were far too slow for her liking.

She punched one of the krogan square on the nose, startling the beast. "Are you wimps going to paw at me all day, or are we going to fuck?" she snarled. The krogan hadn't completed their mental programming before they were released from the tank, and so they didn't really understand Jedore's language --- or indeed, any language. But they recognized her aggression and the insulting tone of her voice, and it angered them. The krogan's deafening roars resounded in her ears as they ripped off the few remaining pieces of clothing from her body, brandishing their thick, glistening fleshy cocks as they lifted her up by the waist, sandwiching her between two of them. Before she had time to develop second thoughts, they dropped her down, spearing her ass and pussy on their breeding poles.

Jedore gritted her teeth and suppressed the urge to cry out as she felt a cock as thick and hard as an iron rod split her pussy lips wide apart, while another burrowed into her bowels, stretching her asshole around it as it plunged in. There was considerably more pain than pleasure at that point, but she would show no weakness. Suspended in the air on their rods, she gripped the shoulders of the krogan directly in front of her, panting as she inched her hips up and down, riding the invading organs faster and faster. "T-that all you have?"

The krogan were growing increasingly frustrated by the female's defiance, and began alternating their movements in rhythm; just as one krogan rammed all the way through to her cervix, the other would withdraw out of her ass, and just as the other slammed into her ass, the cock in her pussy would pull out until it was just past her labia. The brutal rhythm was finally starting to please Jedore, while the tightness of her holes was getting to be too much for the virgin krogan. Abandoning any sense of synchronization, they began slamming their hips into her as fast and hard as they could, forcing a reluctant groan from her lips, before they finally exploded inside her. Jedore exhaled deeply as the thrusts slowed to a halt, feeling her womb and bowels grow warm with the thick spunk that was filling them up.The two krogan dropped her to the floor and backed away to recover their libido, but there was no rest for Jedore --- the third krogan, who'd remained on the sidelines thus far, pulled her off the ground and slammed her onto a nearby table, laying her out on her back and forcing her legs apart. After the first round with the other two krogan, Jedore's holes were wide and wet enough to take a krogan cock easier, which helped when the krogan on top of her rammed his way inside. This time, it went in a lot easier, the previous loads acting as a good enough lubricant. Jedore was starting to enjoy the feeling of hard krogan meat filling her up completely.

"Harder, you wimp!" she screamed.

The krogan roared and began slamming his hips into hers with enough force to make the table groan. His large hands roughly squeezed and mashed Jedore's breasts, forcing her to moan in ecstasy as she raised her hips upward, giving the krogan more space to accommodate his cock. When his clumsy thumbs started to play with her nipples, she came with a fury, her convulsing pussy driving him over the edge as well. The third krogan kept slamming into Jedore as he fired his load inside her, until his cock slipped out of her pussy and began firing thick ropes all over her breasts and abdomen. She craned her head up to get a good look, and was greeted by a blast of semen to the face. Wiping the soapy substance off her lips, she began lathering her tits and stomach with it, and soon the other two krogan were back for more.

One spread her legs out while the other spread her arms, and together they began a brutal spitroast as Jedore was forced to fit a cock as thick as a beer bottle down her throat while another squeezed its way back into her sore ass. Jedore used her tongue to tease and caress the cock in her mouth, and soon she was guzzling down krogan cum, trying to gulp as quickly as possible to avoid choking on it. The first krogan pulled out of her mouth and dropped her on the floor, and the second krogan pressed her down, fucking her up the ass until he came again. Cum gushed out of her rectum as soon as he pulled out.

Still raring to go, Jedore rolled out from underneath the krogan who'd just sodomized her, pushing him onto his back and mounting his cock. She rode his cock up and down, harder and harder, pounding her ass into his hips until he came again. The other two krogan presented their cocks to her, and she sucked them off one by one, slurping down more krogan spunk, before switching positions to let them pump more seed into her pussy. For the better part of three hours she fucked the krogan in every conceivable position, taking their seed in all her holes, and by the time she was done, they were flat on their backs, gasping for breath, unable to even stand.

Jedore pulled herself to her feet, covered from head to toe with krogan semen. It trickled out of the side of her mouth and dripped freely from her ass and pussy, while her hair was matted together in places by dried cum. She rubbed her newly pregnant belly, harboring the first hybrid krogan-rachni child, as she surveyed her conquests.

"Weaklings," she muttered, "I'll make soldiers out of you yet."

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The rachni had found its way back to the Normandy's landing zone, hopping on board just in time as the ship began to depart from Korlus. It hadn't been able to isolate Miranda, but Jedore's breeding meant the day hadn't been a total waste. It could already sense the young rachni mind growing inside her belly. For now, it was content to sneak back into the vent system and rest.

Shepard, Jacob and Miranda were all back on the ship as well, and they had decided to store Okeer's prototype clone in the cargo hold while they debated what to do with it. Once they had decided to keep the clone and activate him as soon as needed, Rose considered bringing up the topic of her freakish new cock, but her face grew red with embarrassment every time she even thought about it. She could only watch as Miranda and Jacob retired to their quarters, and determined in that moment that she would do some digging independently before bringing up the subject.

The matter had also reminded her just how alone she was. There were Cerberus crew all around her, and she didn't trust any of them yet. The only person she really did trust was Joker, and so he was the first person she went to after the meeting about Okeer's clone was over.

The helmsman was busy setting a course for their next destination, the prison ship Purgatory, when Shepard entered the cockpit. Even so, he could sense something was up with the Commander.

"What's up, Shepard?"

Rose bit her bottom lip as she considered what to tell him. "Joker," she began, "you ever wonder if --- if maybe Cerberus is playing us somehow here? Screwing us over and we don't even know how?"

Joker wheeled around and studied Shepard's face. There was obviously something troubling her. "I guess it's possible, but look at it this way: they spent 4 billion credits bringing you back, god knows how much on the new ship --- I don't think they'd invest so much if they were just gonna screw us over at the end, you know? Why do you ask?"

Rose wasn't convinced, but she did her best to hide it. "No reason. Just paranoia, I guess. Carry on."

She took the elevator back to her cabin, and once she was sure she was alone, she sat down in front of the extranet terminal at her desk. "EDI?" she asked the system, feeling silly as she did, "can you hear me?"

Fortunately, the system lit up almost immediately. "Yes, Shepard."

"I need everything you've got on Project Lazarus. You can do that, right?"

There was a slight pause before the AI replied. "Yes, Commander, but this is a highly unusual request---"

"Do it anyway," Rose interrupted, "and EDI? Since I'm the ranking officer on this ship, I'm ordering you not to tell Miranda about this if she asks. Or anyone else."

Another pause. "Very well, Shepard."
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