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Clonesome	By : Redfields Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 24582 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Mass Effect, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author’s Note: Huge spoilers for Mass Effect 3: Citadel. Also, instead of dying, Femship’s clone is arrested an imprisoned. Hopefully more to come.

Five years after the end of the war, Commander Jane Shepard found herself in my tiny apartment. I had been made my Cerberus to take her place; to be her. When the CAT 6 conspiracy had been destroyed, I was arrested. The utter failure of my vendetta had left me shell-shocked, without the willpower to say no when the courts suggested minor plastic surgery so there would be no mistaking me for the war hero. It was also ‘suggested’ that I take a different name, so I had called myself Jenn Sheffield.

In jail for four years, I had encountered numerous aliens. I learned they could be just as nice (and just as mean) as humans, proving themselves no worse (or better) than their Earthen brethren. The realization shattered me, and I had been put on suicide watch. My therapist, Dr Kaitlin Rooms (a former shipmate of Shepard’s who had changed her name during the attempted Cerberus Coup) had treated me during my incarceration and afterwards, even vouching for my redemptive behaviour to a company willing to hire an ex-con from a military prison.

“So” Shepard said. “You said you were doing construction, now?”

“Yeah” I replied. Good. Small talk. A relief. Something normal. “It’s … nice, I guess. There’s still a lot of reconstruction work to do around Sea-Van, and I think it’s good for me to contribute, even at this level. Besides, here I don’t have worry about much. No one’s depending on me, no one needs my orders to live or die, no one’s depending on me to save the galaxy.” I heaved a mental sigh of relief.

At this, Shepard raised her eyebrows.

I explained “My failure was the best thing to ever happen to me. I can’t imagine what would’ve happened if CAT 6 had succeeded. There’s no way I would have ever been able to beat the Reapers. So thanks. I mean it. Thank you.”

Jane’s face softened. “You’re welcome. And I’m glad you’ve found something good to do. Something you enjoy.”

“Thanks. What about you? Do you enjoy … whatever it is you do now?” I asked.

“Well, mostly it’s just to show up to whatever minor conflicts have come up. Pretty much shuts down both sides enough for them to talk it out.”

I nodded, then cleared away the remnants of what snacks I had been able to offer her. I thought about being so important that just showing up ended fights. It sounded amazing, but the work I’d have to put in to get there … I don’t think I’d make it. I motioned Jane over to the couch that was the only other furniture in the place. It folded out into a relatively comfortable bed, and it saved space when I wasn’t home.

I mustered up my courage. “Can I ask you a personal question?” I finally asked after an awkward silence.

“Uh, sure.” Jane replied.

“How do you deal with …?” I was afraid to even put the question into words

“With what?”

“With … well, down there.” My eyes pointed downwards, and Jane understood.

Jane Shepard was one of the rare individuals who had been born inter-sexed. Mostly, she presented as female, except for her reproductive organs. Instead of a uterus, vagina and vulva, she had been born with a penis and fully functional testicles. Apparently, this had been in her DNA, and it left me with an 8-inch penis and no idea what to do with it. Go to the bathroom standing up, maybe? Even then, aiming had taken a while to get the hang of.

“Well, it’s not a big problem, to be honest. I don’t advertise it, but it shows up on my Alliance medical history, so anyone who’s seen my personnel files knows. Most of the people who worked on Project Lazarus for Cerberus know. Well, used to know. So many of them are dead … Hmmm, probably a few childhood friends as well. And my ex girlfriend, who’s a very understanding Asari.”

Had that been Dr. Tsoni? I didn’t think it was my place to pry.

“Why do you ask, though?” She asked

“I don’t think I had it as easy as you.” I tried to keep the jealousy and self-pity out of my voice. “In prison, the other convicts called me freak. The guards were nicer; they didn’t make me shower with the women or the men. I didn’t even have to be near them at all if I didn’t want to. Still, I was so ashamed …” My face flushed at the memories. Even now, they hurt. A little less each day. Maybe someday, I’d get past it.

“There’s no reason to be. People like us aren’t common-place, but there’s very little discrimination. No one judged me for it. They only judged me on what I could do, not what plumbing I had.” Jane stated.

“Oh. That must be … nice.” This time, I couldn’t keep the self-pity out of my voice, and hated the sound of it.

“I’m sorry. I wish things had gone better for you.”

“Yeah, me too. And the worst thing was, I’d get these urges that I couldn’t do anything about, you know? I couldn’t have sex with anyone. If I masturbated, I’d be mocked mercilessly. The day I got out, I must have rubbed out five or six. It was chafed by the time I finally went to bed.” I forced a laugh. I had bought some lotion after that. It helped, but I didn’t need it often.

Jane chuckled, but was impressed. “You were in jail for four years and managed not to masturbate at all? I can’t go a day without at least two.” I couldn’t tell if she was exaggerating or not, and I was surprised. This galactic hero was a horn dog? The thought had an inadvertent effect on me, and I could feel my penis start to bulge in my pants. Was I turned on by the Commander? Certainly she was beautiful, and certainly I had been attracted to women before. So it made sense for me to be aroused by thoughts of her having sex, but it was Commander Shepard. I was too mixed up in becoming her, too mixed up in her. I tried to will my erection down, so Jane wouldn’t notice, but had no such luck.

Jane looked down at the growing tent in my pants and grinned. “Well, all this talk must’ve woken her up.” With that, she reached over and placed a hand my groin.

I stiffened and scooted away. This was just too weird. “What are … what?” Words failed to come to mind.

Jane kept that same knowing grin. “You wanted to know how I deal with it. This is one of the ways.”

“Yeah, but … it’s you. I mean, I was made to be you. Wouldn’t it be weird if we …?” I struggled to find the right words.

“No, it wouldn’t” Jane replied firmly, no longer smiling. “You’re you, not who anybody else says you are.”

Our eyes locked. Thoughts sped through my mind, about what Dr. Kaitlin said, about how I dealt with the failure of CAT 6, and about what Jane meant, about my whole identity. Finally I smiled. “So that’s what Kaitlin’s been trying to hammer into my head all this time.”

“Yep.” Jane replied as she shuffled closer, again putting her hand on my crotch, this time rubbing the lump contained in my pants.

Now or never. But I had to explain; I’d never been with anyone before. “Still, you should know, I haven’t ever had the chance to … well, you know.” I had been locked away by Cerberus, then by the Alliance. Where would I have gotten the chance?

“Then I guess this will be a real treat for you.” With that, she got on her knees on the floor in front of the couch, then put her fingers inside the waistband of my pants and tugged. I wriggled out of my pants and underwear completely, freeing my cock.

Before it could even stop swaying back and forth, Jane gobbled it down. Completely.

“Where did you learn to do that?” I asked in amazement as my cockhead slid past Jane’s mouth and down her throat. A muffled word that sounded like “college” was my only response.

Her nose was buried in my pubic hair, her lips around the base of my cock, her tongue rubbing up and down the shaft. She swallowed, squeezing the cockhead and making me moan. I’d never felt anything so wonderful.

I ran my hands through her red hair and rested them on the back of her head, but I needn’t have bothered. Her mouth wasn’t going anywhere, until she started bobbing up and down. Her throat performed wonders on my cock as it slid up and down.

“I’m not going to last long.” Whether due to my inexperience or her skill, it didn’t matter. I could feel a warm glow in my balls, and a tingle at my toes. She swallowed again, and that pushed me over the edge. My balls tightened and shot spurt after spurt of cum down her throat. The feeling in my toes shot to my head and cascaded back down. I was deliriously light headed as she kept milking my cock. It seemed to go on forever, my body twitching in the purest ecstasy, her mouth unrelenting, her throat a bottomless well for the gallons of seed I must’ve spilled down her throat.

Eventually, the spurts trailed off, and I collapsed, thumping back against the couch as the spots in front of my eyes gradually faded.

“Wow!” I managed to get out between pants. I was gasping, almost as much as her.

“Wow yourself. I don’t think I’ve ever had that much cum. You must’ve been saving it up for a while.” She laughed, wiping her lips with the back of her hand, but it was a symbolic gesture. All of my cum had gone straight to her stomach.

I sat there, panting on the couch and recovering from the best experience of my life. Jane stood up and stripped out of her clothes. I have to say, I thoroughly enjoyed the show. She faced away from me to pull down her pants, giving me a beautiful view of her delectable ass.

“Got anything for lube?” she asked. I couldn’t really think at all, so I just shrugged. She ventured into my tiny bathroom and came out with some skin cream. “Well, this’ll do in a pinch. You’ve had your fun; now I get to. Turn around, knees on the floor, and bend over the couch.” She ordered.

I did as instructed, knowing exactly where this was going, and curious to see what it felt like. Also, a bit scared. I was lucky in prison, avoiding anything up my ass, and Shepard’s dick being the first would be … well, a challenge.

She started slow, simply slipping a well-lubed finger all the way into my rear. It felt … weird. Not bad, but much different. A second finger was quickly added, and that’s when it started to feel a bit uncomfortable. Shepard had apparently done this before, though (and I desperately wanted to hear the dirty details of those stories), because it subsided and started to feel … pleasant … as she worked her fingers in and out of me. It took a bit of getting used to, mentally having to tell myself it was fingers and not poop coming out, and relaxing my anal muscles to let it happen.

Three fingers was almost too much, but her soothing digits worked their magic, and I was soon enjoying it. I was disappointed when she pulled her fingers out until I realized what it meant. She slapped my ass lightly, then said “I think you’re ready. Just remember to relax, and you’ll be fine. Better than fine, given how good your ass looks from here.”

I felt the tip of her penis resting right on my anus. I tried to relax, I really did, but I was a little too nervous and excited that this was happening. However, her fingers had already loosened up by muscles, and she slipped in without much effort or pain. She groaned, then work her way inside me.

Inch by inch, her cock crept deeper into my crevice. She didn’t thrust at all, just gently pushed, letting me get used to this whole new sensation. It must have been torture for her to go so slow, given how she was moaning, and I almost wanted to tell her to go faster and damn the consequences.

But she took it slowly, gradually opening up my ass, pushing gently past my rectum. When her thighs met my cheeks, she was deep in my bowels. The contact shocked me. I wanted her cock to last forever, to keep pushing through me.

I felt her lips on my neck, gently kissing it. I almost rose up, but her body kept me down, and I realized it was for my own good. Anything tightening up my previously-virginal back door would cause pain, not pleasure.

She started pulling out, and that was … well, I didn’t want her to. For one, it still felt like anything coming out of my rear should be done near a toilet. And two, I just loved the feeling of having her inside me. I never wanted it to stop. Just when it felt like she would pull all the way out, she reversed directions, able to push in quicker. She slid deeper in, bottoming out again, and repeated the motion.

She gradually picked up the pace. I did as little work as I could, afraid I’d either hurt myself or throw off her rhythm. Soon, her hips were a blur, slamming into mine, the repeated smacking sounds getting closer and closer together. Building to a crescendo. It seemed impossible that she was pulling out so much yet thrust into me so quickly. My cheeks might be black and blue tomorrow, but at this point I didn’t care. All I wanted was for her to cum, to spill her seed, to claim my ass for the first time. To have her cock be the first one I made cum.

Incredibly, she sped up. Not for long, though. A few quick thrusts, and then she groaned, a long, deep “yes!” I felt the fruits of her labours inside me, pulsing deep as her cock filled my bowels with cum. It was weird; it was warm; it was wonderful. It also seemed to last forever. I could feel her warm body on my back, breasts pressed against me, twitching in pleasure as her balls emptied in my welcoming ass. I clenched my passage, expecting pain, but only prolonged her pleasure. She groaned again, her cock still spewing forth its juice, filling my ass like I’d filled her throat earlier. It felt so good, the massive intrusion in me, the sea of semen inside me, the breasts pressed against me.

Nothing good lasts forever, and the jets of cum gradually dwindled. Even when they stopped completely, Jane stayed in that position, gently kissing my neck. She pulled back, kissing between my shoulder blades as her limp cock slipped from between my cheeks.

“You might want to sit on the can for a bit and let that drip out.” She said, standing up on shaky legs. I nodded, standing up as well. I clenched as much as I could, but I could feel some cum leak out and start to drip down my leg. I got to the toilet and sat down for a while, wiping my leg with toilet paper and letting the rest fall out of me, thinking about the glorious sensation of Jane deep inside me.

When I finally opened the door, Jane was in her underwear and putting on her pants. “Are you leaving?” I asked, tentatively.

“Yeah. I mean, it’s been a long day and I’ve got to get home to bed. Why? Did you want me to stay?”

I closed my eyes, gathering my courage, and nodded. “Yes. I’d like it if you stayed the night.” I swallowed, in anticipation of acceptance or rejection. I honestly didn’t know which.

She smiled at me. “Sure, thanks” she said brightly. She took off her pants, staying in her panties, and sashayed over to me. She took me in her arms and kissed me. Not passionately, but tenderly.

She stayed the night. We didn’t have more sex, but we cuddled beneath my sheets. She held me in her arms and there was no place I’d rather be.
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