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The Red Renegade	By : ScarletVenus Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 84325 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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MASS EFFECT: THE RED RENEGADE
This is an abridged retelling of the Mass Effect series and my red-haired devil-woman Shepard: a renegade solder with a thirst for blood and sex--sometimes at the same time. Warning: will contain graphic language, violence, and Sex. LOTS of sex. This is the Mass Effect story I wanted to play when I made my first Shepard: a heartless, sexual renegade with a smart mouth and an itch she needs scratched. I hope you enjoy it!
Pairing: Shepard/EVERYBODY!
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CHAPTER ONE: THAT SPECIAL SOMEONE
“Well…what about Shepard?” Counselor Udina said, looking down at his data pad.
Captain Anderson and Admiral Hackett, at the other end of the conference table, both paused, looking at Udina with a mixture of shock and fear. Anderson’s hand had stopped in mid-drink and Hackett’s pen fell out of his limp hand.
Anderson seemed to shrink inside himself at the very mention of the name. “Shepard? SHEPARD?! That gun-crazy, blood-thirsty, foul-mouthed, heartless renegade, psychotic nymphomaniac bitch?” He downed his drink--a pre-war Earth Scotch over thirty years old--in a single gulp. He had planned on savoring it for hours.
Hackett was more tactful. “The only thing we know about Shepard is that she came from Earth and grew up on the streets of Boston, though there are reports of her bouncing around the world: Rio, Tokyo, Bombay and even some mud hut village in the middle of Africa where, at the age of fifteen, she--I shit you not--led a team of spear wielding cannibals to overthrow a rival tribe. She ran at the head of the charge bare-ass naked, covered in war paint made from the blood, shit, and semen of enemy combatants. She faced against an army of six thousand armed Rebels with modern ordinance.”
“I see.” Uduna murmured, “A crushing defeat?”
Anderson snorted and poured another drink, “The Rebels didn’t stand a chance. She can fight a Krogan blow for blow and then fuck the Krogan‘s mother just for spite. She has the violent tenacity of a Thresher Maw and the sexual appetite of an Ardat-Yakshi. She’ll fuck anything and I do mean anything. She can suck a golf ball through a garden hose and she‘ll hit on anything that moves regardless of gender or race and often in spite of her prey‘s sexual identity. There isn‘t a sexual thrill she hasn’t conquered or a serviceman or woman she can‘t bring into her bed.”
Admiral Hackett lifted an eyebrow in curiosity. “You’ve know her for years. Did you…?”
Anderson only had a dark look cross his face and nodded curtly. “She’s rude. She hates authority, which is ironic because she demands it from those in her command. She can snipe a flea off a Varren’s ass from a thousand yards away with a shotgun. She can drive anything if you can motorize it. She is absolutely remorseless in battle: her tactics are brilliant, her command is irresistible, and her loyalty is without question. She draws people to her command like a black hole and she fights with the fury of a Krogan charge and is twice as deadly. She‘s not a woman, she‘s an unstoppable force of nature and I suspect before she dies that she‘ll leave this universe in flaming ruins.”
A long, tense moment of silence passed between the three men. They looked at one another, unspoken uncertainty and disbelief crossing their faces.
Admiral Hackett spoke first, “Is that the sort of woman we want protecting the galaxy?”
Anderson scoffed and down another scotch, “That may be the only kind of woman who can protect the galaxy. Who else could face the uncertainty of this universe and stare it down like a dog?”
Another moment of silence passed before Udina finally said, “I’ll make the call.”
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Shakedown run. Really? Shepard had never bought a lot of bullshit in her time, so why start now? She didn’t like the need-to-know basis that most military intelligence was handled, though she practiced it effectively herself. More or less, she wanted to know everything. Not knowing something got you killed because when you’re told you’re going on patrol and it means they really want you to sniff out a nest of Krogan mercs. Shepard didn’t like surprises. You never know when a surprise is bulletproof or not. Surprises might need heavy ordinance unloaded on them.
Heavy ordinance was like an Asari whore: she’d rather have one and use it frequently regardless of the situation.
Presently, she marched through the interior of the SSV Normandy, the ship under which she served. No particular reason, she just liked to keep busy in-between her bouts of exercise, combat training, and that last guy she fucked…er, what’s-is-name…some asshole. It didn’t matter, it hadn’t been memorable. She hadn’t even gotten off; had to kick him out and finish the job herself. Like most things in her life, if she didn’t do it, it didn’t get done. Every time she thought she was desensitized to sexual activity, something stirred her honey pot again.
She was about to stir her honey pot again. Had a funny itch she wanted to scratch and break in that new Pilot.
She paused as she rounded the corner and found Executive Officer Presley and one of the marines holding the wall in place, as was not their job. They snapped to attention when they saw her. “Commander!” They said in unison.
“Boys.” She never called anyone by their title. They had to earn her respect first, which usually meant they had to fight hard and fuck harder. There were very few people she genuinely respected: neither of these guys fit the bill.
“Commander, is it true?” The marine asked.
Shepard grimaced. Was what true? Who was this guy anyway? She stabbed her finger at him and narrowed her eyes with a tilt of her head. He looked familiar, “Er…”
The marine caught on quick. “Jenkins, ma’am.”
Jenkins! That was him. The asshole she’d fucked earlier who couldn’t get her off. “Right, right. Sorry, it gets hard to tell you jarhead motherfuckers apart.” She said, “And whatever you’ve heard is likely a rumor and has no bearing on the truth. I suggest you two housewives stop licking each other’s cunts and get back to doing something productive.”
Presley immediately ran off, but Jenkins lingered and approached her, speaking in a low tone of voice, “Er, Commander, I wanted to thank you for letting me…you know…”
“What? Fuck me?” Shepard snorted, “Don’t be, I do it to everyone. And you might want to work on your endurance. Thirty-four minutes might pass muster with the rest of the wet pussy in the universe, but not me. Next time, I’d better get an hour out of you at least.”
Jenkins blanched. “An hour? Seriously?”
“I’ll shove your Omni-tool in your ass as you fly out the airlock, I shit you not.” Shepard growled. “My bed can be a fucking dream factory, but if you can’t fight hard and fuck harder, I don’t have a use for you, understand? Work on your endurance! And for fuck’s sake, study a vid or something, know how to get a woman off! I wasn’t even close.”
Jenkins blushed and cleared his throat, but saluted. “I’ll do my best, ma’am. I’m sorry, but you’re just…you’re a beast in the sack.”
Shepard chuckled. Yeah, that described her pretty well. If she couldn’t shoot it or fuck it, she didn’t need it. And since she wasn’t shooting anything, she had to fill her time with lots of the other. She tossed a casual look sideways and found the Normandy crew within earshot all staring at the two of them. As if it were some kind of surprise. She recognized at least two faces who had been in Jenkins shoes before.
“The fuck are YOU ASSHOLES STARING AT?” She snapped.
Every head snapped back around and immediately pretended to go back to work. She scoffed. Pussies, the whole lot of them. As if this were some kind of surprise. Her promiscuity was legendary, especially aboard the Normandy. There was a cock she hadn’t sucked or a twat she hadn’t tribbed. She lived off it, like mother’s milk. It was just a part of serving under her. Some people enjoyed her, others were indifferent, and then a lot of them did it once and didn’t care to repeat the experience. And why would they? She was strong, independent, and knew what she liked. Lots of people were threatened by that. Thinking she would lie down in bed and do as she was told. No one dominated her like a bitch unless she allowed it and even then not for long. She swore she should have been born a man and born in the middle-ages where she could have been screaming into a battlefield like the hard fucking warrior she was.
All this compacted into the average fame of a woman with short, fiery red hair.
She stalked off back down the galley and towards the cockpit, ironically her least favorite part of the ship. She always felt that if her ship crashed into something, the last place she’d want to be is the very nose of the needle-like spacecraft so she could have no chance of survival. She hated being up here and she hated not having a windshield even more.
She passed Nihlus, the Spectre, on her way to the cockpit, but paid him no mind. She didn’t want him to know that she felt intimidated by him. He was a Spectre! The baddest of the bad, the kick ass motherfuckers who took no shit. She wished they took humans into their ranks, she’d have jumped on that. The N7 training was some weak-ass shit, in her opinion. Plus…Turian!
She was what they called “Tur-Curious“. Her sexual exploits were the kind of thing that would have filled volumes. She had swallowed her first cock at twelve, rode her first one at thirteen, been in her first three-way at thirteen-and-a-half, her first gangbang at fourteen, her first lesbian experience was close to fifteen, but her first lesbian orgy was her sweet fifteen present. At sixteen, she had jumped ship, so to speak, to alien species and she had torn up more Asari pussy than the entirety of the Alliance on shore leave for a month on Thessia. But something about those hard scales and barely emoting face held her back. She had seen a lot of Turian/human porn and she was starting to get itchy.
She paused at the cockpit, standing still for a moment, feeling as if she were being watched, then shrugged it off and heard her new Pilot--Joker, they called him--stirring the shit with Kaiden.
“Oh, Kaiden.” She thought, “You gorgeous, fine-ass motherfucker.”
She had conquered Kaiden pretty quick and he was the most reliable gun and cock she had in her command. He used Biotics like an Asari dancer used her tits and he was twice as good in bed. He was one of the few people she would lay down and beg for. And right now, he was cock-blocking her.
“Spectres are trouble.” Joker said, “Having one on board is going to make things more complicated. I guarentee you we’re in for trouble.”
“Then it’s a good thing we have a Specter and the Commander on board.” Kaiden said, “Spectre’s are trained for trouble and the Commander especially loves trouble.” Kaiden tossed a look over his shoulder, “Don’t you, Commander?”
Shep tossed him a smile, the kind she only shared with him. “You know it, Kai. Say, you look like you’re about to get one of your migraines again. Better go lay down.”
Joker tossed a look at Kaiden, who pinched the bridge of his nose, “What? You look fine.”
“Actually, I feel a headache coming on.” Kaiden said, getting out of his seat. “Probably from talking to you for so long. See ya later, Joker.”
“Seriously?” Joker asked.
“When the Commander tells me to take a nap, I take a nap.” Kaiden said and with that he left the cockpit and closed the door behind him. Shepard smiled. He knew her so well. That’s one reason she adored him so much.
“Commander.” Joker said with a salute. He feigned disinterest in her presence, fingers flying over the controls. In truth, she could see how tense he was. She knew that he knew. He knew the rumors that went around about her, the ones that preceded her presence. He was probably thinking if she was there to flirt with him or scope him out.
He had every right to believe that.
“Jeff, huh?” She asked.
“Yeah, Jeff. Uh, don’t have to call me that, though. Why, what’s your name?” He asked.
“Not sure I remember.” Shepard said, “Never really used it. Everyone just calls me Shepard anyway, so if you don’t feel like calling me by rank, there you go.”
“Shepard it is.” Joker said with a grin, “Anything I can help you with?”
“Yes.” Shepard said, moving to stand next to him. “And it involves me helping you first. Move your chair back.”
“What?” Joker cried, “I have to pilot the ship!”
“Put the auto-pilot on, it’s another couple of hours before we hit Eden Prime. I don’t need that long.” She watched as he moved the chair back and then promptly squeezed herself in front of him, squatting down so that she was even with the front of his pants. “Read about you, Joker. Best Pilot in the Fleet. I like hearing that you’re the best. I’m the best, too.”
“Commander Shepard, seriously, I have heard about this part of serving under your command, but you really don’t have to do this.” Joker said nervously. “Besides, it makes things between us really awkward, it’ll be like taking orders from an ex-girlfriend.”
“Shut the fuck up!” Shepard snapped, her hands fumbling with his fly, “What do you work for? A 24 hour news channel that you can’t shut your fucking mouth? And what’s with that beard, are you mighty fucking Thor or something? Well, Thor, let me see your mighty hammer, heh!”
“That was a low blow.” Joker said, swallowing hard.
Shepard gave him an unimpressed look--a scowl and a sneer both at once--and said, “No, this is a low blow.” She finally fished his pecker out--an average little prick that was stiffening fast--and immediately went down on him. Joker gasped as his cock slid past her red lips and immediately went down the depths of her throat. This bitch was crazy! Going down on him while he was flying was just downright stupid and yet he hadn’t had a solid date since flight school, so there was no chance he was saying ‘no’ to this. They joked in fight school that Commander Shepard was the template from which all whores and sluts were made, but he figured it was hearsay.
Not so. Though the prowess of her talented mouth was apparently not exaggerated, in any event. She sucked his cock like a champ, sealing her lips around it, sucking hard on the head, pumping it with her fists. Her other hand fondled his tightening sack. Shepard moaned softly. He had the wonderful fuckin' smell that a man got when he wore pants all damn day--that heavenly jock-smell that made her pussy tingle. Shit, she was getting wet and he was likely the wimpiest guy she'd ever gone down on.
It had been a long time for Joker and the Commander, thankfully, was a very pretty lady with a very hot, wet mouth and within moments he twitched, groaned, and blew his load. "Fuck!" He grunted. He shouldn’t have been surprised, given the Commander’s unscrupulous reputation, that she held it there and swallowed every drop as it bubbled up from his cock. She relished the taste of cum and had been guzzling it for so long that she could almost tell the taste of each man's cum as a separate flavor.
Joker sighed and relaxed back, trying to contemplate what he had just been through and the regulations he had just broken--most of which would get him court-martialed and drummed out dishonorably, when she lifted her head and said, “At attention, soldier!”
“What?” Joker whined, “But I just--”
“You just knocked down the warm-up climax.” Shepard barked, “Don’t worry, I can get it up again. That’s practically my super-power.” She took him back in her mouth, sucking hard on his limp dick and within a few moments of twitchy and awkward groaning, Joker was hard again.
Shepard stood up and wrestled with her belt, unbuckling and whipping her pants down with practiced ease. She had a well-trimmed patch of red hair just above her tight pussy. It was a lovely thin pink slit and she toyed with the idea of Joker licking it, but she didn't have time. She turned around to show Joker her finely toned ass in all it’s round glory. She grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them apart for him, letting him see her tender pink slit and puckered little asshole. With her hands on the console, she lowered herself down onto Joker, who groaned as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. His stiff prick slid into the folds of her warm pussy with practiced ease.
She fucked him, not too gently, but not to hard either. Now was not the time or place to go fucking nuts on her Pilot. That was best saved for a night shift when there were no pressing missions or staff lingering around. But this wasn’t just a quickie, it was an investment on future loyalty.
“C’mon, Jeff. Fuck my pussy!” She said, though she was the one doing most of the work, pumping her ass up and down on his lap, riding him on his Pilot’s chair. He couldn’t take his eyes off her ass, it was just about the most perfect ass he had ever seen and now he was close enough to grab it with both hands and help her ride up and down on his cock. She was hot and eager and looked back at him with a look of longing in her eyes.
Gods, what a woman!
“S-shepard!” He grunted, “I’m gonna…”
“Do it, Joker!” She commander, “Cum inside my hot pussy. I want to feel your hot cum in me." Not true. She generally liked swallowing, but boys were boys and they didn’t feel like men unless their women were begging to be impregnated. Whatever. That wouldn’t happen here. She made sure of that.
He tensed and grunted, shooting a load of creamy thick sperm into her pussy. Shepard let him have his little moment of afterglow before picking herself up and putting her pants back in place. She eyed Joker, who was fumbling to get his limp little ship back into dry dock. She reached down and tilted his head up and gave him a sweet kiss on the lips. Stunned, Joker sat there, too shocked for words.
Shepard moved back, her husky voice in his ear, “Every time you scoop us up safely after a mission, you get the mouth. Get your ass over in a hurry when I call you, and you get the pussy--in the bed, too. Save my life, Joker, and you can get me for a whole night and whatever you want. Get me?”
Joker gulped and nodded. “Yes, ma’am. Got it.”
Shepard nodded and climbed off Joker’s lap. As she went to leave the cockpit, she heard him say, “You know…saying ‘pretty please’ would have worked, too.”
Shepard smiled. He was a smartass.
She liked him.
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