Chapter 3 - Better than Poetry

~~Mass Effect: Stress Release (Chapter 3: Better than Poetry)
  Shepard pushed her chair back from her desk and rubbed her eyes.  EDI had just completed her analysis of the procedure that had been inflicted upon her and the revelations were staggering.
  “There’s no mistake here, right EDI?  This is really possible?”
  “The proof of its possibility is currently hanging between your legs, Shepard.  My simulations indicate that this process is not only possible but replicable.”
  Shepard slumped in her chair.  EDI’s analysis showed that the Procedure was possible because of Synthesis.  The blending of biology and technology allowed the Procedure to command the body’s cells to rearrange themselves in any order it commanded.  It did not break the laws of physics; any body would need a supply of nutrients to create any new parts.  Given a supply of nutrients and proper control of the Procedure, however, and a person could have their body remolded into just about anything.  The ethical implications were frightening.
  Shepard glanced down at her fuller-of-late pants.  The sexual possibilities were… stimulating.  Given the information and specs EDI had formulated, whoever had given Shepard her third leg had exercised considerable restraint.  She shivered at the thought of herself more drastically altered.  It was not a shiver of fright.
  “EDI, we need to make sure this information never gets out.  Bioterrorism, kidnapping, there are people out there who could do a lot of damage with something that ties in so deeply to the state of life in the Galaxy now.”

  “Agreed, Shepard.  I suggest keeping it in a separate data storage device unconnected to the extranet.  No one else knows it exists, save those who made it, so it should be safe.  It would be hard to find a safer place in the galaxy - unless we ejected it into a star.  Perhaps that would be the best course of action?”
  Shepard considered.  “No, if it can be done once it can be recreated.  Better to have a copy of it should it resurface eventually.  Besides, I’m still not sure about what to do with what it did to me.”

  “Very well, Shepard.  I have downloaded all information and relevant analysis to your omni-tool.  Local copies have been erased.”
 
 Shepard awoke out of a dream breathing hard.  Feeling stiff down below, she looked down in the dim light to see that she was fully, throbbingly erect.  Over the past week she had been resorting to furtively jacking herself off each day to keep her balls from swelling big enough to create bulges in the front and back of her pants.  Luckily she had a sink with proper plumbing to flush down the half liter of thick, goopy semen her swollen seed-factories created each day.
  Unfortunately masturbation just wasn’t doing it for her.  It kept her balls manageable, but they never really felt drained.  Psychologically, it wasn’t enough either.  Shepard actually felt more stressed after blowing a load into her towels because she wasn’t really satisfied.  Combined with her daily workload, and the effort of remaining calm around the attractive ladies on her crew, and Shepard was feeling stretched to the breaking point.
  So in the wee hours of the morning, with a pillar of pulsing need between her legs and a week of stress fogging her mind, Shepard made a poor decision.
  Pulling on a shirt and pants, Shepard left her cabin and headed down to the observation lounge where Ashley had taken to sleeping, driven off by crew members who could no longer stand her sharp, angry attitude.  In the brief elevator ride, Shepard could barely hear the hum of the near-silent, dimmed  Normandy over the pounding of blood in her ears.  Her self-control tried to talk her down from what she was about to do, but each time was shouted down by the torrent of hormones in her body.
  Opening the door and seeing Ashley sprawled out on the couch, however, brought Shepard a measure of sobriety.  No.  No matter how her body screamed for release, she couldn’t rape her friend.  Maybe there was another way, though.  Ashley was nearly tightly-wound as Shepard was.  Maybe she would be open to batting for the other team.  Does that analogy still hold up?  I’m not really fully female any more.
 
 It had been a hell of a week.  First Klimenko had screwed up the greasing of the armory’s heavier ordnance, then Dawkins had messed up the inventory of spare parts for the new Mako.  To top it all off, Dawkins had made a pass at her, probably on a bet from her crew mates.  Ashley knew Dawkins was stolidly straight, and so was she, so obviously the crew was fucking with her.  As it was Dawkins had been lucky to be turned down with a wordless glare.
  Still, Ashley couldn’t deny that a night of hot, sweaty sex would certainly do a world of good for her.  She knew physiology and psychology; couples who did the deed often experienced lower levels of stress and felt happier in life.  The problem was that Ashley had no one.  The only one on the ship who understood her was Shepard, but she was female.  An attractive female, to be sure, but Ashley knew what she needed and wanted was decidedly more tube-shaped, and besides, she didn't swing that way.
  So when she was gently shaken out of a nice dream about a boy she had known back in school, Ashley only held back from tearing apart the person because she recognized Shepard’s face looming over hers.
  “Shepard?  What time is it?  What do you want?  I was having a really nice dream…”
  “I’m sorry to wake you Ashley, but I have a… problem, and I need your help with it.”
  Ashley blinked.  “Well, okay, Shepard, but this couldn’t wait until morning?  Its the middle of the night!”
  “Look, Ashley. You’re really stressed, right?”  At Ashley’s snort Shepard continued.  “I’m so knotted up and bottled up and hard up…”  Ashley was confused.  What was Shepard trying to say?  Did she even know how what she was saying sounded?
  “I was think we should, um, well.  Blow off steam together?”
  Ashley stared.  Shepard was propositioning her.  Obviously, her CO was not in her right mind.  Ashley got to her feet.
  “Look, skipper, I know we both probably could benefit from a good roll in the hay, but I don’t think it’s a good idea.  Besides, I’m in need of something long and hard and alive.  A strap-on is not going to scratch this itch, and I don’t think it would scratch yours either.  Lets just go back to bed and get some serious massages next time we make port.  That should do us… just… fine…”
  As Ashley was speaking Shepard had reached down and begun pulling her pants down.  Ashley looked down while she was speaking, following the motion of Shepard’s pants.  With a final push, Shepard’s pants fell to her knees, and Ashley trailed off.

  Impossible.  It had to be a dream.  Maybe she was still dreaming and this had come out of some perverted dark corner of her unconscious.  Because there was no way that her very womanly commander could have such a long, thick, burly, manly cock hanging between her legs.  Was it… throbbing?
  Despite the fact that Shepard was her commander, despite the fact that Shepard was (mostly) a woman, and despite the fact that she had sworn off women after that one time at academy, Ashley’s knees went weak.  She sat down heavily on the couch.
  Ashley found that her mouth was hanging open and she was salivating.  She was shaky, jittery, like a virgin giddily anticipating her first time.  She looked up at Shepard’s face.  The redhead had a hungry, predatory look on her face, though she made no move towards Ashley.  Ashley was always the dominant one, always the initiator.  Years of striving to prove herself fell away as she looked at her suddenly imposing CO.  There was no question.  Shepard was the alpha on this ship.
  Ashley’s gaze fell to the turgid meatstick hanging impossibly between Shepard’s muscled thighs.  It was enormous; would that even fit inside her?  Below the brobdingnagian pillar, a pair of softball-sized testicles hung in a smooth, hairless sac to mid-thigh. She has balls, too.  That means sperm.  I could get pregnant.  I could get pregnant.  I COULD GET PREGNANT!  It wasn’t enough.  Ashley needed this too badly.  She needed to feel that huge impaler inside of her.  She needed to take it to the root, feel it stretch and fill herself up completely, and take her satisfaction; hang the consequences.
  Ashley lunged forward, grasping for the cock.  Gripping it in both hands, she opened her mouth as far as she could and swallowed the bulbous head.  It tasted like heaven, a strange mix of masculine and feminine tastes.  Rolling her tongue all over the head, Ashley teased the cumslit of Shepard’s swollen cockhead, and swallowed down the precum that had evidently been dripping from it for some time before she had made her move.  More bubbled out into her mouth and Ashley hungrily swallowed it down.  She had always had a fetish for fluids; she was immensely pleased to find that Shepard was apparently a prodigious producer of sexual fluids.  And if the precum was this plentiful…
 
 Shepard couldn’t believe it.  Her friend had attacked her cock like a woman possessed, and was now bathing her glans with her agile tongue, sending all kinds of pleasurable sensations to Shepard’s brain.  The precum that had been making a puddle on the floor since she pulled her pants down was now being eagerly swallowed by her sexy underling.  Reaching down, Shepard grasped Ashley’s head and gently pulled her further down on her plus-sized dong.  Ashley gave an energetic noise of assent, and Shepard grinned as she began pumping her swollen cock in and out past Ashley’s plump lips.
  Ashley was transported.  This was what she had been craving.  She loved being in command, but to submit herself to Shepard was liberating.  Nobody cared about her name, nobody was judging her for the actions of her family.  Ashley alone was responsible for the pleasure Shepard was feeling.  The mighty pillar of flesh was slightly stretching her throat, her gag reflex was giving her trouble, but her mind was alight with pleasure and her pussy was wetter than she could ever remember it being.
  Massaged by Ashley’s tight throat and soft lips, Shepard was fast approaching her end.  With a burst of energy, Shepard gave a few more quick thrusts of her hips and felt her balls clench.
  Ashley knew what was coming.  She wanted to taste Shepard’s sperm, and given the size of those balls, she would have quite a lot to sample.  As soon as she felt Shepard tense up after the jackhammer thrusts, she pushed Shepard far enough out of her mouth to have the cockhead right behind her lips as it switched from clear blanks to high caliber, egg-piercing rounds.
  As soon as the first thick, sticky, off-white gob of spunk hit her tongue, Ashley hit her own peak and soaked her underwear and pants with girl gunk.  She moaned around Shepard’s pulsing cock  as it belched load after load into her mouth.  Somehow, despite juicing her nethers and in the midst of a rolling orgasm, Ashley managed to keep up with the flow of sperm, swallowing each delicious, salty-sweet gob of nutbutter.
  Shepard’s orgasm came to an end and she slumped against the bulkhead behind her.  Her cock slid out of Ashley’s mouth with a wet schlorp but remained horizontal, not quite drained.  Still shivering with pleasure, Ashley took the time to thoroughly savor Shepard’s sperm before swallowing the last load.
  “Damn, skipper.  I think we needed that!  I’m curious as to how you got that wonderful thing, but I can see that you’re ready for more and I’m not completely worn out, either.”  From what Ashley could see, Shepard’s balls were only slightly shrunken, and her cock was beginning to rise back to a 45 degree angle.
  Shepard gave Ashley a small grin.  “Get up and put your back against the viewport, LC Williams.  It’s time for inspection, and I’ll be searching every nook and cranny for contraband.”
 
 Stripping out of her clothes fully as Shepard did the same, Ashley backed up until her back was against the cool material of the observation viewport.  Shepard hit a button and the armor panel slid away, leaving Ashley with nothing but cool transparisteel between her naked body and star-studded space.  Ashley looked at her naked commander, comparing Shepard’s D cups to her own C’s and noting her wide hips that had just enough space between them for Shepard’s new high-caliber cannon and ammo cells.  It was hard to believe that she was having sex with her female commander.  Earlier in the day she had thought herself straight as an arrow.  Now she was checking out Shepard’s tits and evaluating her hips.  Then again, that beast between Shepard’s legs muddies up the picture, doesn’t it? 
  Ashley lost her train of thought then because Shepard stepped up to her, grabbed her ass, and quickly lifted Ashley into the air before bracing her against the window.  Ashley was left staring down at Shepard’s still-hard cum-cannon.  She was no virgin, but she knew that she was going to be stretched out by this burly intruder.  Then Shepard thrust in to her sopping pussy and the world went fuzzy.
  Getting a blowjob from EDI had been great.  Ashley’s cock-worshipping had been a fantastic time.  Both of those experiences, though, paled to having her cock where it was meant to be: in the sopping-wet pussy of a friend.  Even the modified Asari paled in comparison; she had been driven purely by lust.  Ashley was lusty, all right, but she also was Shepard’s close friend, and this added to Shepard’s enjoyment.
  Plus, Ashley was so tight!
  Shepard’s powerful hips drove her huge cock into Ashley’s pussy again and again, bouncing her slightly against the window.  This was what she needed, why she hadn’t been able to satisfy herself and de-stress since she woke up with a new third leg all those weeks ago.  Her cock was meant for plowing furrows; plundering caverns, plugging drains, pounding vaginas, stretching quims.  Fucking pussies.  And asses, she supposed.  She rolled her hips against Ashley, grinding every contour of her 14-inch phallus against Ashley’s clenching inner walls.  As tight was Ashley was, her own copious precum and Ashley’s flood of lubricant kept things delightfully messy and smooth.  Loud, sexual noises echoed off the bulkheads, mingling with the grunts and moans of the two fucking women.  The quiet ship only made their noises more naughty.
  Ashley was in heaven.  She had been knotted up for months; always stressed and never able to relax.  She was sure that it wasn’t a specific hunger for cock that had caused her bitchiness, but the relief she was getting at the moment made her uncaring as to the reason.  All she knew is that Shepard was giving her the fucking of a lifetime, and Ashley was loving it.  Suspended between Shepard and the window didn’t give her much leverage, but she tried her best to grind back against her CO whenever the powerful woman bucked her hips upward.  She clenched her vaginal muscles on Shepard’s downstrokes in a mock effort to keep that wonderful pillar of fuckmeat inside her.
  With each of Shepard’s pounding thrusts, her swollen cum-sacs swung up and slapped against Ashley’s ass.  The noise and sensation was a regular feeling that had Ashley thinking that she had forgotten something, but she could barely think around the new sensation of Shepard’s cock battering at her cervix.  Each impact was like a mini-orgasm, and Ashley could feel the train of her building orgasm begin to run wild.
  Shepard was a wild, rutting animal.  Sweat ran down her body as she reamed her subordinate officer against the window.  The sensation of her 4-inch spunk-tanks slapping Ashley in the ass only drove her higher.  Finally, she knew she couldn’t hold out any longer.
  “Get ready, Williams!  I’m about to blow my entire load of nut-butter!  I’m going to fill you up with so much that it’ll pour out of your tight little pussy!  I bet you’ll look almost pregnant with all my baby-batter in you!”  Shepard’s dirty-talk brought Ashley to her senses with a start.  “Wait!  You’ll get me pregnannngngnngnGNGNGNNNNN!”
  Shepard’s cock had finally broken through Ashley’s cervix and into her womb; it bucked and began spewing out load after load of scalding hot cum.  Ashley came hard, her sentence trailing off into the wail of a woman supremely pleasured.  Shepard’s testicles clenched and pulled up close to her body as they pumped their thick, goopy, virile batter into Ashley, who was driven to new heights with the impact of each potent glob shot into her womb.
  After a few seconds, Shepard began pumping in and out of Ashley again, still cumming in big fat dollops of thick sperm.  Clearly, the wad she had blown into Ashley’s mouth was just an appetizer; with her cock buried in a real pussy, Shepard’s balls were giving up their entire store of spunk.  For a full minute Shepard pumped her belching rod within Ashley, with great pressurized streamers of cum spraying out of the seal between pussy and penis with each thrust.  Finally Shepard’s cock ceased firing, and Shepard gently lowered Ashley to the floor before collapsing in a pile next to her, dregs of cum oozing out of her cockhead.
  Ashley didn’t know which way was up, which way was down, or anything else.  It felt like all the stress of the past few months was burning up in a fusion reaction powering the most intense orgasm of her life.  The feeling of Shepard’s incredibly copious nut-batter flowing within her pussy like lubricant in an industrial piston had sent her off on a cascading roller-coaster of orgasms.  Her eyes rolled back in her head and her tongue lolled out as she panted for air, enjoying the soaring electrical currents bathing her brain in joy.
 
 Finally, Ashley dragged herself up into a sitting position, and looked over at Shepard, who looked like she had gone through the same thing.  The floor was covered with cum, girlcum, and other fluids, and both their crotches looked like someone had splattered them with a membrane full of off-white paint.  Tiredly, Ashley leaned down and gave the fluid-covered floor a lick, relishing the taste of their combined fluids.  A snort brought her head up to look at Shepard.
  Ashley’s brown eyes gazed into Shepard’s brilliant green ones.  All the lust had been burned from their eyes; what was left was good cheer, relief, and something else.  Their hair was classic “sex-hair” and looked fantastic.  Shepard’s cock was finally limp, and her balls were completely drained.  She took a deep breath, and felt as if a weight had been lifted from her.  Ashley, too, seemed to be experiencing the same thing.
  “So, Ashley, still think poetry is the best way to express your feelings?”
  Ashley cracked a smile.  Shepard grinned impishly  Then both women were laughing at the top of their lungs, collapsing into each other’s arms and relishing the feeling of being completely and utterly satisfied.
 