Chapter 5 - M.R.E

“I. AM. KROGAN!” Grunt roared, blasting his shotgun with glee.

His arm was feeling normal again, and nothing was gonna stop him from getting back to normal. Normal in this case was going nuts with a shotgun. That would look out of place on the Citadel and probably get him arrested, so he went to the best possible place to unwind with a gun legally: the Armax Arsenal Arena. Sure the enemies were holographic, but they were enough to satisfy his krogan bloodlust.

He blasted the final adversary, a geth prime, into pieces and a big ‘YOU WIN’ appeared on a display. He grinned as the numbers of his latest rampage counted up, which then turned into a disgruntled frown when he saw his high score still clocked in just under Shepard’s. The Commander would always be his Battlemaster, but he still had the desire to eventually surpass him. It just wouldn’t be today it seemed.

Once he deposited the rented guns and ammunition in the locker room, he stepped out into the entrance area, wondering what he should do next. Maybe he’d try some of those ‘noodles’ he’d heard some humans muttering about. Lost in his thoughts, he was taken by surprise when he was stopped by a hand on his chest.

“Easy there big guy, you almost bowled me over,” Ashley Williams said, clad in her blue Spectre armor.

“You? I remember you...that mission in the Attican Traverse. You were with Shepard and Liara,” he recalled.

“Lieutenant Commander Ashley Williams. Grunt, right?” she said.

“Yeah. What brings you down here?” he asked.

“Shore leave. You?”

“Injury. Feeling better now, so was letting off steam in a...non-lethal way,” he said, jabbing a finger back at the arena.

“Funny that’s where I was heading. Gonna try and beat Shepard’s high score. Well, wish me luck,” she said, passing by the krogan to walk inside the arena.

“Hey,” he called out to her.

“Yeah?”

“I...I’ve been trying to beat that score all day, and I don’t think it can be done alone. So maybe the two of us could uhh...try it together?” he suggested.

Ashley raised an eyebrow, but replied “Sure, I don’t see why not. Won’t be the first time I’ve been on a team with a krogan.” He nodded and followed the woman back into the building. 

“I’m gonna take a wild guess and say you’ll be on shotgun duty?” she asked as she debated her loadout.

“Yep,” he said, already having grabbed the M-300 Claymore shotgun he favored so much.

“Figured. Krogans always love it up close and personal. Alright I’ll grab an AR and sniper,” she responded, grabbing the N7 Valiant sniper and Valkyrie assault rifle.

“What do ya feel like shooting?” he inquired.

“Cerberus.”

“That was quick. You know there’s multiple options, right?”

“Yep.”

“Hate them that bad huh?” he said.

“They were already giving humans a bad name. Now they’re trying to stop us from saving the entire galaxy. So yeah...not a fan,” she replied.

“Good...all that hate should make you fight harder...heh heh heh,” he chuckled, as the two finished preparations and stepped into the combat zone.

The round began, holograms of Cerberus troops began to pop into the area, firing at the duo. Ashley ducked into cover and pulled the Valiant out, while Grunt ran right into the fray, letting his shields take the brunt of their fire. He barreled into a nearby squad, sending a trooper flying with a charging headbutt, blasting another with the Claymore. Before the remainder of them unloaded their weapons, they fell to the ground, their heads gone.

“Nice work, takes me a few seconds extra to get the spares,” he called out.

“Thanks! You make for good bait!” she responded. Grunt chuckled. This was actually getting fun.

A few rounds later, the krogan and soldier had racked up a pretty impressive score, it was just a matter of getting through the boss round. An Atlas mech spawned in, flanked by several Guardians with heavy shields.

“Fall back, I’ll get the Guardians,” Ash ordered. Krogan didn’t enjoy retreating, but Grunt had to recognize strategy here. This was usually the round that ate up the most time, due to him being unable to break through the defending ring fast enough.

A trio of shots rang out. Grunt looked over his cover and found the Guardians were all down, the Atlas’s armor was damaged, a large crack on the pilot’s protective cover.

“Oh hell yes,” he yelled, running towards the titanic mech.

“Grunt, you know you can’t just run headstrong into an Atlas,” Ashley said.

“Then blast its cover before I get there,” he responded. The spectre rolled her eyes, switched to the Valkyrie, and unloaded. The explosive shells pounded the outer shell of the Atlas, eventually breaking open the pilot’s chair. Right on cue, Grunt leapt up, grabbing the pilot by the helmet, jabbed the shotgun in his chest, and blew a hole through him.

‘NEW HIGH SCORE’ displayed high above, the Armax Arena launching fireworks in celebration.

“YES!” Grunt roared.

“Woooo!” Ash cheered. She leapt down from her high position, exchanging a high five with the krogan.

“Can’t wait til the Commander sees we broke his record. So, what now?” she asked.

“Umm...ever had noodles?” Grunt said meekly.

A short while later, the pair of fighters were sitting at a table in a restaurant, slurping up a carton of noodles each.

“Ah...hey Grunt?” Ash began.

“Hmm?” he said, his voice muffled by the mouthful of noodles he’d stuffed himself with.

Ashley had to giggle at that before continuing. “We served with the Commander at different times, so we never really got to know each other. I got along with Wrex, who’s your clan leader now from what I heard. But I wanna know more. Soon as you finish slurping all that up,” she said, waiting patiently for the krogan to finish his meal.

‘Schluuuuuuuuuuuurp’ was the noise Grunt made as he gulped down the remainder of the noodles.

“This shit is good,” he said. “Hey waiter! More noodles here pronto!” he called.

“Anyway...not much to tell. I was made in a tank. Made to be the best of the krogan that came before me. Shepard found me, released me into the world. Helped me become a full fledged krogan. Things got...weird after that.”

“Weird? What happened?” Ashley inquired.

“I started having...problems. My mind got distracted, my body started working against me, and the only cure was...uhh,” he drawled off.

“Was?” she egged him on.

“Fucking the nearest females brains out,” he finally answered.

Ashley laughed for a good moment, but she looked at the krogan’s face and realized something. “You’re actually serious? No one ever told you about hormones I presume. They’re the same for every species from the looks of it.”

“Yeah well...I did it once to get my head clear before the mission against the collectors. Now I just do it because it feels really damn good. For me and whoever I’m sticking it into.”

“Like?”

“...anyone ever tell you you’re overly curious?” he muttered.

“Aww is Grunt shy about sharing his conquests?” she teased.

“Fine...the justicar named Samara, your Dr. T’Soni, that quarian we both know, and the two sluts Shepard calls his administrative assistants,” he listed.

“Quite the impressive list there. So you only just got into humans huh? What’d you think of them?”

“Fine...bit bony though. Neither of them are fighters, so couldn’t really get rough with them.”

“That why you wanted to tag along with me in the arena?” she wondered. The look on his face basically spelled it out, but she waited for his response.

“You’re a soldier...and you look to be the best example of your species. I can relate to that,” he grunted.

“Well that’s gotta be the weirdest pickup line I’ve heard in my life. But…” she began.

“But?”

“I think I’d be willing to give ya a shot,” she offered.

“Really?”

“Told ya it wasn’t the first time I’ve worked with a krogan before,” she said with a wink. Grunt’s eyes narrowed. Did she just imply she and Wrex had-

“Second order of noodles,” the waiter suddenly said, appearing at their table side and plopping another pair of cartons.

“Uhh...thanks,” he managed to say, quickly paying for them with his omnitool.

“Something wrong there, Grunt?” the spectre asked.

“No it’s just uhh...think you’re the first that’s actually offered. All the others I’ve had to uhh...convince.”

“Well I think you’ll soon find out,” she started, slurping up a large amount of noodles and downing them almost instantly.

“I’m not like most girls,” the soldier finished.

Once their noodle munching had concluded, Ashley led Grunt to her own apartment. Being a spectre had its perks, as her home was quite lavish. She didn’t spend as much time putting stuff on the walls though so much as putting a gun or a weight in every room.

“What do ya think?” she said, spreading her arms as she welcomed him inside.

“I think I’m in love,” he said quietly.

“Come again?”

“Uhh...you’re prepared.”

“Better over than under. Now why don’t you grab some drinks from the fridge while I go freshen up,” she said, heading upstairs to her quarters.

“Relax Grunt. Just cause this one’s a bit more forward, doesn’t mean you’re lesser,” he told himself as he lumbered over to the kitchen. Popping the fridge open, he found it jam packed with energy drinks. Perfect for a day of workouts. But he did spot a bottle of what humans called ‘hard liquor’ and pulled it out gently. From what he knew, bottles like these were pricey.

“Like what ya see?” he heard behind him. Turning, he saw Ashley out of the armor. She’d elected to wear a black sports bra to show off her abs, along with a matching pair of running shorts, revealing her defined and muscular legs.

“Damn,” was all he could get out.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” she said with a smirk, yoinking the bottle from his hands. She grabbed a corkscrew from a drawer, using it to twist the seal on the drink until it popped open.

“Ah, nice smell. I was saving this for the end of the war, but who knows whether or not we’ll live to see it end so screw it,” she said, tilting the bottle back and taking a long drink before stopping.

“Shit that’s good. Here, bottoms up,” she said, handing Grunt the bottle.

“Is...this a challenge?” he thought to himself as he took the drink in his hands. He couldn’t tilt his head back like she had done, so he simply opened his mouth wide, and stuck the bottle upside down, pouring it straight down his throat.

“Wait Grunt if you do it like that, you’re gonna...empty the whole thing,” she said, the krogan planting the now hollow drink on the counter.

“You...put me up to it,” he said, his voice slurred.

“Grunt?” she said with concern in her tone.

“Is the kitchen on fire, or is that just me?” he muttered before blackness overtook his vision, and the next thing he knew he was on the floor.

When he stirred awake, Grunt found himself lying on a bed. Somehow the human woman had lugged him upstairs. He blinked repeatedly, still having a bit of a double vision problem. Then he attempted to sit up, but found that he couldn’t move.

“What the hell?” he growled, looking at his arms and finding they were locked down with anti-gravity restraint collars.

“Oh good, you’re finally up,” a voice said. He managed to move his head enough to look down, finding Ashley slobbering over his cock, licking up and down the shaft like it was a delicious ice cream cone.

“Ya know I used to hate working with other races. So when Shepard brought on a turian, a quarian, an asari, and a krogan, needless to say I wasn’t too happy. Especially when he seemed to only have eyes for Liara. I went back to my quarters, mouthed off a bit too much, and the next thing I knew, I was on my knees, watching as Wrex pulled out his beast of a cock to give me an appreciation for alien culture,” she explained.

“Well that’s a twist,” he thought. “Mind letting me loose then?” he asked.

“Hmm...nah. Kinda like having a big guy like you at my beck and call,” she answered with a grin as she slipped her shorts off, having no underwear beneath them. She proceeded to mount the krogan, aiming his cock head at her pussy before dropping down, taking him in with no resistance whatsoever.

“Fuck yes...its been too damn long since I’ve had some krogan dick in me. Wrex was stuck on Tuchanka for so many years, and I didn’t feel like whoring myself to any random krogan. Had to keep my Alliance rep clean after all,” she said, her lean body continuing to ride his massive length like a pro.

“Shit...if I’d known, I might’ve picked you to stay back instead of Liara...but the artifacts were better bait for her,” he said, groaning as the soldier took him all the way, grinding her hips around as she felt his head move inside her body. 

“Ah...I wish I could be like you, you just go for what you want. I always have to think about representation. Always. The Alliance. First,” she said, the pause between dialogue as she drove her hips down with an impact with every word.

“Maybe...hng...when this is all done...and if we’re not...gah...dead. You can take a trip to Tuchanka. Genophage is cured, so every krogan there is gonna be eager to make kids once they’re back home. Call it a diplomatic mission to see how we’re doing,” he suggested.

“God that sounds like heaven. Speaking of which...gonna need ya to send me there.”

“Huh?”

“Oh right...you guys do religion differently. Simply put, fucking fill me up with your perfect krogan genes!” she said hungrily, speeding up her motions.

“Rate you’re going that’ll be...easy...shit...cumming!” he shouted as his quads pulsed, releasing a large load up into Ashley’s womb. She reeled back in pleasure, tongue hanging out of her mouth as her face formed what Grunt had seen on the extranet when he once searched up what ‘ahegao’ meant.

She fell forward onto his chest, breathing heavily. “Well...this has been fun. You wanna unlock these things now?” he said.

“Grunt...what did you do with Liara?”

“Uhh...anal. Why?”

“Challenge accepted,” she said, sitting back up. She turned herself around, lifting his cock and slurping it noisily into her mouth as easily as she’d done with those noodles. As she did, she used her arms to fiddle with her omnitool, releasing Grunt’s arms from the restraints.

She popped off his cock for a brief moment. “Start on that ass,” she ordered before diving back in. 

“Yes ma’am,” Grunt said eagerly. He grabbed that firm rear end, spreading it as much as he could. A bit of cum began to leak out of her pussy, so he plugged it with one of his big thumbs. He used the remaining fingers to poke and prod at her asshole, spreading it wider and wider with each digit until he could afford to stick in more than one. Once two were inserted, he wrenched the hole apart more and more, eliciting several moans from the soldier as she brought him back to being fully hard.

“Think you’re good and ready now,” he said. With a sloppy sound, she extracted herself from his cock, moved her hips forward, and stood up. She looked back at him with a hungry look in her eyes, then grasped his cock, moved towards her prepared hole, and sank in.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” she slurred. The spectre had sunk all the way to the hilt, and she was lost in the pleasure.

“Need a helping hand?” the krogan said, reaching up with his hands. He locked his grips around Ashley’s impressive abs. “Goddamn I love a woman with some meat on her bones,” he complimented before he began to bounce the soldier up and down his pillar of meat.

“Oh that’s it! I can take it! More than the asari! More than the quarians! More than any other human!” she yelled with pride. She reached down with a hand, caressing the krogan’s four testicules.

“Come on, I know you’ve got more in you. I want it all!” she declared.

“Uhh...can you take that much? I’ve never blown more than one in a chick before,” he said warily.

“Call it practice for Tuchanka! NOW FILL ME UP, YA BIG BASTARD!,” she screamed. Bewildered and impressed at the same time, Grunt did as she asked, accelerating his thrusts, pounding her hips so hard she’d be sore the rest of the day.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t-ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” she trailed off as the volcano blew, Grunt delivering a second load of cum into the soldier. Combined with the amount in her womb already, Ash’s tight form began to bloat, her stomach expanding outwards.

Grunt fell back onto the bed, shaking the frame. This experience was...different from the others, that was for sure. So many times he’d felt like the one in charge but now…

“Grunt?” he heard Ashley’s voice again.

“Yeah?” he managed to get out.

“Think you can go one more round?”

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Well from the comments of the last chapter, ya'll had more ideas for Miranda then actually picking a girl to do next. But thankfully there was at least comment off on AO3 that wanted Ash so here we go.



So I know most folks don't enjoy Ash, but I like me a fit bitch. And I wanted to do more than just give her a 'racist chick gets used to alien cock' thing. So instead I went with making her a secret slut for alien cock, having her hide it beneath her Alliance Officer persona.



I'm likely gonna go for EDI next chapter, and I have formulated a plan for Miranda. But now I gotta come up with something big for Perfect Casting Call, so cya there :)










