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Booty of the Blue Typhoon	By : ViridianLibrarian Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 9154 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hi, and thank you for reading! I hope you'll enjoy! This story was conceived when I discussed dressing up Shep as a pirate with a friend. I, er, really like dressup. I've tried to add as many ME characters as possible; I hope you won't be upset if I broke your Sheparian (and let's admit it, we all ship Sheparian), but the story worked best with these cupples. There's also a biodic in there, which is not my invention, but to clarify in case it's your first meeting with them, biodics are biotic dicks. Yes. They work as a sort of mix between strapons and futa, I guess. They're also super shiny. Art excists. I'm just sayin'. Also, most (though not all) of the actual sex (certainly the most explicit parts) happen in the alternative ending, while most (nearly all) of the plot happens in the actual story. Which makes some degree of sense, don't you think? ^_^;

Shepard woke up with a feeling that something was very wrong. Her head felt heavy. What time was it? And... where was Liara? She couldn’t remember noticing her bondmate leaving bed, and even when she did just fall asleep again, Shepard did usually notice the comings and goings of that blue body. What time was it, anyway...?
One glance at the clock and she bolted upright, immediately regretting it and clutching her head with both hands. She felt kind of... hungover? But that made no sense! All she’d had to drink last night was that glass of water that - - - that Liara had gotten her. And now it was really, really late. She’d slept through the better part of the day. What was that asari up to now?
There was a glass of water on her bedside table, next to a tiny platter with a single pill on it, and a card that stated simply “for your head”. Shepard downed it at once, letting out a content sigh as her headache subsided. Okay, so she’d only been drugged to keep her in bed late. What now? Swinging her legs out of bed she reached for her clothes, and – her clothes were missing. Looking around the room, her eyes found a pile of cloth on the floor off the foot end of the bed, but they were not her clothes. So, Liara wanted to put on a play? Sure, she could do that...
There were only three items on the pile. First, a hat; a black tricorn with gold stitching and a bright red feather poking out of it. Second, a finely tailored coat, just as red as the feather, again with the gold stitching as well as golden buttons and shoulder pads. In no way did the coat close around her, but still there was no undershirt and no pants. Instead, the last item was black panties with a skull and crossbones in the middle. Shepard felt a mix of dread and excitement rise in her as she slipped into the pirate costume – and then she noticed the map.
It had been lying under the clothes, and was drawn on a piece of thick paper that looked yellow with age. It seemed to depict a sort of island, shaped vaguely like a five-pointed star, though all the “points” had different shapes. A stippled line made a path all over the “island”, starting at the smallest of the points, winding through all the others in a clockwise fashion, before ending in a big, red X on the point that was right next to the start, counter clockwise. It took Shepard a moment to realize that it was really a map of the Normandy, with the elevator in the middle and all the decks spread out around it, going one deck down for each clockwise rotation. The small point where it started was her own cabin, from where the path wound through the elevator to the CIC, then through the elevator again down to the Crew deck, and from there - - - her hearth dropped. At the crew deck, the path wound around the table, through the medbay and into the AI core... where it continued through what the map showed as ocean to get to Engineering. Damn that asari; she wanted her to crawl through the maintenance shafts! Only one floor, thankfully; from Engineering the path went through the elevator again to get to the Shuttle Bay and the big, red X, but any moment in that cramped space, dressed up and everything, would be uncomfortable enough.
And... if she was going through all of the ship in this getup... what about all the rest of the crew? Had Liara managed to get them off the ship, or...?
She gulped and wondered if maybe it would be better to just stay in bed for the rest of the day. But... no, she couldn’t. Liara had put so much work into this, and it would probably be a lot of fun. And besides, what kind of a wimp would she be if she gave up before she’d even begun? Most of the crew had seen her naked before anyway; Liara had become more and more cheeky in what places of the ship she might convince her to have sex. Soon there’d be nothing but the bridge left! So she stepped bravely into the elevator – and then hesitated again. What was to stop her from just going straight down to the Shuttle Bay...? As her finger hovered over the panel, uncertain of which floor to pick, her gaze was drawn to the back of the map. There was something there, too... Writing...?
Brave soul who would take my treasure from me,
Know that it’s guarded by obstacles three.
First ye will need the key all of gold
If ye will get to these treasures untold.
Second, the brass key in deep waters is lost,
Drink up, me hearties, and pay ye the cost.
Last, without weapon a fool ye would be
So take yer foe’s sword ere ye come set me free.
Oh joy. Riddles. In verse. The real meaning was clear, though: no cheating, or she wouldn’t get her reward. Follow the path like a good little puppet. With a sigh, she pushed the button down one floor, to CIC.
When the elevator doors opened again, Shepard’s jaw went slack. Never before had Liara done anything this elaborate. The whole deck was transformed: a wooden mast pierced the room where the galaxy map was usually suspended, a huge, white sail stretching from roof to ceiling and wall to wall, cramping the space considerably. On the bridge there was an enormous wheel, easily as tall as her shoulders, with EDI at the helm, her stance broad-legged and strong. On the floor between them was Vega, on his knees in nothing but his skivvies, swabbing the deck. He looked up as she stepped out of the elevator, his eyes going from her bare feet to her just as bare breasts and resting there for a moment before meeting her eyes with a lopsided grin. It didn’t look like Liara had needed to work very hard on convincing him to join this charade.
A loud yell of “Cap’n on deck!” broke Shepard’s initial trance, and she turned to see Ashley standing at her side, and she struggled to keep from blushing. Ash was wearing a red bandana, heavy leather boots and gloves, and a broad belt with a whip hanging from it. Other than that, her toned, muscular body was on full display, her cunt blooming freely between long legs and flat stomach, her breasts strutting proudly. No wonder Vega seemed happy; he could barely keep his eyes off the pair of them.
“And who said you could lay off your work, cur? Put your back into it, ye mangy scoundrel!”
Ash’s boot landed heavily on Vega’s back, pressing him against the floor. He let out a soft groan and resumed scrubbing, without Ash letting up even a bit. The muscles on his back rippled with the effort, straining to give his arms room to move, his mistress watching him hungrily from on high. She kept shouting at him to work harder and insulting him, but everyone knew how much she loved watching him sweat down at his gym. Doubtlessly he’d get his reward in due time.
“Cap’n Shepard, there’s rough weather up ahead. What’s yer orders?”
EDI called her away from Ash and Vega, and suddenly she had to enter into this role that Liara had spun for her. Orders, huh?
“Uh... Steady as she goes,” Shepard attempted, and EDI seemed pleased with that reply, giving a grim nod and staring into the white sail ahead of her as though she might see some far horizon there. Suddenly the lights dimmed and the ship started rolling from side to side. What crazy manoeuvres was Joker pulling? They must’ve lessened the room’s local gravity a little bit, too, for suddenly it was difficult to keep their footing, and Ash was forced to step off her victim, who rolled his shoulders till they gave an audible crack but wisely stayed at floor level. Now lights were flashing brilliantly white on the other side of the sail, while between each flash the room was almost completely black – and she could hear crashing waves and thunder. “All hands,” shouted the captain, drawing up whatever sailing terms she could summon from memory, not caring whether they were accurate for the situation, “doff the sails and man the pumps! Smartly now, ye scurvy dogs!” There weren’t really any pumps to man and the “sail” was secured in a way that would make any adjustment difficult, if anyone even knew what “doffing” would be, but Ash and Vega ran around on deck in a very busy and slightly chaotic fashion that seemed to serve the situation just fine.
Another flash of “lightning” cast a long shadow across the white sail, the shadow of a person moving towards them from the other side. Another flash accompanied a blade cutting through the canvas (well, or whatever the sail was really made of), and then a glorious brown leg in a high-heeled boot stepped through the rift. As quickly as it had begun, the “storm” let up. And Samantha Traynor came through the opening she’d cut in the sail.
Besides the boots, she was clad in a very dirty, very tattered shirt that might once have been white, fastened tightly round her waist with a broad belt, and it was just short enough that they got a peek up her skirts whenever she moved about. And around her neck, on a leather chain, hung a key glinting all in gold.
“Sam?” exclaimed Shepard, uncertain of what was going on now. The specialist gave her a wicked grin and drew a pair of pistols hanging from her belt. They were fancy, old-fashioned things, the likes of which you’d be lucky to find in a museum, shooting lead bullets with gunpowder. Shepard’s confusion grew as one pistol was aimed towards her, the other trained first on Ashley, then EDI.
“Aye, tis I!” shouted Traynor, sounding ever so pleased with herself. “The dreaded Red-Handed Sam, who you left for dead on a deserted island! But now I’ve returned, and there’s no escape for you, ex-captain Shepard! I am taking over the ship!”
Oh, so that’s how it was. This was the first obstacle on her way to obtain the treasure. Well, okay, she just had to disarm Traynor somehow; they were four against one, it couldn’t be too hard...
“Join me now, Treacherous James, and I’ll make you my first mate once this rabble has been dealt with!”
Vega grinned and grabbed Ashley from behind, locking her arms against her body. His trousers bulged against her naked buttocks, and she breathed in sharply. He bit gently at the lobe of her ear and kissed her throat, and she went limp in his arms, leaning against him. Okay, so they were two against one. And Ashley had been the only one with a weapon. But so what? She was Commander – er, Captain Shepard. She’d dealt with situations far worse than this before!
She started moving towards Traynor, circling slowly. “Don’t move!” shouted the would-be buccaneer, but Shepard didn’t stop until Sam fired her pistol. A “bullet” burst against the deck, spraying a red liquid over Shepard’s bare feet. The pistols were paint-guns! She had been wondering if they were just for show or what. But she’d have to be careful. If she got a hit of those full in the chest, it would sting like hell – and she’d lose the game. Liara would be so very disappointed in her. Dodging to the side, she started running towards her adversary, who loosened shot after shot towards her. One hit her arm, and even through the thick fabric of her coat she could feel the impact, but she kept dodging and rolling out of the way until –
“Dodge this,” said the notorious Red-Handed Sam as she trained both pistols at Shepard at point-blank range. The captain froze. They stared at each other for a moment, Sam savouring the moment, her tongue tracing hungrily over her teeth. “Perhaps if you beg for mercy now, I’ll let you stay on as my pet,” she began to gloat – and then EDI grabbed both her hands from behind, swinging them outwards just as she pulled the triggers. The bullets flew wide.
Shepard let out a breath she hadn’t noticed holding, almost sadly – she’d never seen the specialist like this before, so wild and confident, with no hint of her usual subordination, and she must admit it had aroused her - and then plucked the pistols from Sam’s hands and turned them on Vega. He’d shifted his hold on Ash to hold both her arms in place with only one of his, while his other hand was busy caressing her clit, slick fingers teasing soft moans from her lips. Her face wore an expression of mixed anguish and ecstasy. They didn’t seem to have noticed what had been going on at all, and now it seemed almost a shame to disturb them. But just almost.
“Release her, traitor.”
Slowly, Vega took his arms away from Ash, who let out a small whimper before her eyes fluttered open. “Shepard,” she moaned, somewhere between pleading and threatening, and while she knew Ash didn’t usually bend that way, it was clear enough this was a desperate moment. The paint gun still levelled at Vega, she summoned up her biodic and drew Ashley towards her. She slid inside effortlessly, Ash already dripping wet and wide open, and at once the desperate woman started thrusting against her, her breath ragged. Beside them, it was Vega’s turn to whimper. The bulge of his trousers looked just about ready to burst the seams.
Ash came quickly and drew back almost at once, a faint blush on her cheeks.
“Thanks, c- captain,” she murmured, and Shepard gave her a smile and a don’t-mention-it shrug.
“Think yer ready to deal with this mutineer of ours, now?”
“Oh yeah,” replied Ash, her mouth twisting into a grin as she looked to Vega. “This mongrel is gonna pay for how he’s treated me.” She leaned in and bit his earlobe playfully. “An eye for an eye.”
Meanwhile, EDI had lashed Trainor to the mast, where “Red-Handed Sam” changed between threats of her imminent revenge and hopeless pleas for mercy. Her eyes followed EDI almost hungrily, though, as the AI went to fetch her rod. Shepard leaned over her from behind, snaking one arm around her neck and the other between her legs. “You have something I need,” she breathed into the poor specialist’s ear, tugging gently at the lips of her vagina. “Beast,” moaned Sam, spreading her legs wider and straining against her bonds to get closer to Shepard – who gave her a soft kiss on the cheek, pulled the golden key from around Traynor’s neck, and drew away.
“My vengeance will be,” began Sam, but just then EDI returned and smacked her bottom with a riding whip, and Sam cried out instead.
“Ah! My vengeance will – oh! Oh, please, no, not – ah! Don’t touch me, you – oh! You beast, you – oh! You vile,” smack, “evil,” smack, “revolting,” smack, “monster! Oh! No, no please – ah! I beg of you – oh! You mustn’t – oh! I’m a delicate – oh! Mercy!”
Soon enough, though, her pretend pleading stopped and all the sounds she made were gasps of pleasure and moans of delight. Eventually, she sagged in her bonds, eyes closed, a blissful smile upon her lips. EDI stopped.
“She’s fainted, cap’n. Shall I take her back to her little island?”
It took a moment for Shepard to connect the dots – what island? – but then she realized. If EDI was to take her back, that must mean through the sail and towards the cockpit. That was Samantha’s “deserted island”. And that was also where Joker must be, who had done such a good job of simulating the storm. He deserved a reward too, of course. Liara had really thought about everybody. Except... well, where was Liara? Shepard scanned the room, and her eyes fell on one of their many small security cameras. Of course.
“Yeah, EDI, that sounds good. But make sure she stays there this time, huh? P’rhaps give her another round with the whip when she comes to, make sure the message sticks. Savvy?”
“Yessir,” replied the AI and hoisted Traynor over her shoulders, where the specialist, not quite as unconscious as she pretended, started kissing EDI’s boob. Shepard watched them go with a sigh and a shake of her head. What a pair. She hoped Joker could handle them.
“My turn,” said Ash’s voice behind her, marching Vega in front of her towards the mast. Shepard noted he was no longer wearing his trousers as such; they were hanging loosely around his knees. Whenever he reached to drag them up, Ash rapped him across the knuckles with her whip.
“Don’t think you’ll have such an easy time of it,” growled Vega as she started carefully tying his hands. “I ain’t gonna beg for nothing. And I certainly ain’t gonna faint!”
Inspecting her knotwork and finding it acceptable, Ash swung her whip at Vega’s firm buttocks, where they connected with a satisfying sound, leaving a faint, red mark. Vega turned his head halfway and grinned at her. “I understand that you need to warm up, but that was pathetic.”
Ash pursed her lips and swung again, a little harder. When three more red lines had joined the first, Vega called out to her again; “C’mon, put yer back into it!” But before Ash could swing a fifth time, Shepard took her arm, holding her back. “What about,” suggested Shepard with a mischievous grin, “we turn him about?”
Moments later, Vega stood with his back against the mast, his cock proudly on display. He was still confident enough. “Y’like what y’see, yarr? P’rhaps ye’d like to get down, have a closer look?”
His grin turned into a whimper as the soft leather tongue of the riding crop hit its mark. “Silence, cur,” ordered Ashley, “and remember that you’re speaking to your superior. In fact, we ought to have you standing on attention...”
She started teasing the whip gently across his cock, slowly encouraging it to rise. Shepard, at the side-lines, licked her lips and clutched the key she’d gotten off Sam in one hand.
“I think I better leave before I get jealous, Ash. I’ve still a long way to go, after all. Have fun, though – that’s an order.”
Ashley chuckled, smacking Vega gently to tease out another low moan. “Aye aye, cap’n.”
Shepard hurried to the elevator, impatient to find Liara and having realized that she’d still only done one floor. She’d imagined Liara in Vega’s place, imagined the faint purple lines against her blue bottom, and been ever so aware of the stare of the camera lens upon her. She could feel a stain slowly spreading across the crossbones on her panties. Goddess, how hot was it in here?
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