Chapter 1 - One Night on Ilium...

~~(Author’s Note: This story takes place in a universe where my Commander (Fem)Shepard chose the Synthesis ending.  I’m not advocating it over any other choice; it simply works best for the purposes of my story.  This story has also been influenced by several other Mass Effect stories which captured my attention, inflamed my imagination, and generally made me hard as stone.  I feel this story owes certain details to these stories so I am linking them here to give credit where credit is due.)Mass Effect BBC by kringles31, entered in the fanfic story contest.  Toe-curling descriptions of Tali and really imaginative biodiversity in terms of alien shlongs.
~~https://www.futanaripalace.com/showthread.php?57633-Mass-Effect-BBC-(BIG-BLUE-COCK)
Then there is A Quarian’s Duty by Entreri.  My first Tali-with-a-dick.  My god.  Entreri is a damn talented author and his descriptions of characters in all his stories are superlative.
~~http://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/Entreri/9424/A-Quarians-DutyPlease forgive my initial world-building at the beginning.  I like to know where we stand before we dive into the smut!

Tags: Futanari, futa, body modification, blowjob, plot Finishing her weld, Shepard pushed back from the Mako and deactivated her omni-shield.  Some days the best thing for her to do was to come down and bury herself in physical work.  Three years ago, she had successful spearheaded the colossal effort to prevent the Reapers from (again) wiping out all advanced life in the galaxy.  Unwilling to sacrifice either the Geth and EDI, and mindful of the dangers inherent in having a colossal fleet in the hands of one person or government, she had sacrificed herself to achieve synthesis between organic and synthetic.  She had retained her consciousness, however, and her last act, after rebuilding the mass relays and before sending the Reapers into a black hole, had been to create herself a new, synthesized human body, identical to her original.
 
There were definitely times when she wished she had made a few changes before giving up the power.
 
It should have surprised no one that once the Reapers were defeated the regular business and quarrels of the galaxy would resurface.  The Normandy remained the symbol of the Alliance fleet and Shepard and her crew were kept busy with various missions.  Luckily, due to Shepard’s actions, the galaxy avoided the worst possibilities.  Urdnot Wrex ruled Tuchanka with an iron fist, doing his utmost to make sure the Krogans would never do anything to warrant their extinction.  Much to his chagrin, Garrus Vakarian had eventually accepted a leadership position in the Turian Hierarchy, though he found creative ways to “work around” his schedule.  The Turian Hierarchy and the human Systems Alliance were growing into firm political allies, transcending their violent beginnings.
 
Most of the other species had gotten a shake-up as well; the Asari were dealing with the repercussions of hoarding Prothean technology for millennia; the Salarians were still in political turmoil and coming to terms with the reality of the Krogan as a galactic power.  The Batarians had settled a series of worlds in the Terminus systems and enjoyed a frosty civility in relations with humans.
 
Crime is impossible to wipe out, especially on a galactic scale, and so it was that Shepard found her crew in all corners of the galaxy, putting out a brushfire here, showing the flag there, and generally being the “big stick” Liara had told her about during her human history phase/obsession.  She was damn good at it, and her crew was the best, but the stress wore on her, and it was getting worse.

Tinkering in the cargo bay helped, but she was beginning to have stress headaches, and her inner crew was looking increasingly ragged.  Liara’s skin had lost much of its healthy shine, Tali was less and less chipper, and James was no longer calling her “Lola.”  Ashley was sharper than usual, Miranda had refrozen into ice, and even EDIs best bedroom voice couldn’t get more than an uncomfortable cough out of Samantha.  Jack had headed back to the academy, “where at least I can be amused by the drama,” and Kasumi had started to sink into a depression before disappearing on a stop at Ilium.  Shepard’s terminal had been flooded with reports of grand larceny reports that
she tried to pretend she hadn’t seen.

Shepard needed a shore leave.  A long one.  But it wasn’t happening.  There was too much to do, and after the war with the Reapers the fleets of the galaxy still hadn’t recovered.


The elevator was strangely reminiscent of the one in Nassana Dantius’ old tower.  Shepard, Liara, and Tali were investigating rumors of horrific surgeries taking place in certain areas of Ilium.  If the Asari had asked her to investigate here, on the world where everything was regulated, Shepard figured that this must be pretty over the line.  After a dead end involving a Volus who jumped off a building rather than talk to her (how cliché,) Tali and Liara had followed money trails to this tower, which they were currently ascending.

With a crunch, the elevator walls suddenly slammed inward, pinning the three women like leaves in a book.  The shock of the impact, while not enough to kill or cause serious harm, was enough to render the three unconscious.  The elevator reversed direction and shot downwards into the depths…Slowly, Shepard swam back to consciousness.  She was in a sterile, white room, on a comfortable bed.  She wore nothing but was covered by a white sheet.  The room was ventilated, but Shepard could detect no clue as to whether she was underground, above ground, or on a spaceship.  Her body was numb from the waist down, but her breasts were curiously tingly, and the fabric of the sheet, while smooth, was causing some interesting feelings…

Shepard’s train of thought was immediately derailed as a door hissed open in front of her bed.  In walked a stunning specimen of the Asari species.  Deep blue skin, white facial markings, and a smooth complexion.  She had a young, impossibly cute face, with large silver eyes, a dainty nose, and full lips.  Her body was an absolute knockout, and Shepard was fairly certain that Asari women were usually not this voluptuous, at least not until their seventh or eighth century.  Under the skintight white dress she wore, the Asari was sporting what looked to be triple-D breasts.  Astonishingly, despite their size and her obvious lack of any support garment, the Asari’s breasts rode firm and proud on her chest.

As her gaze dropped past the Asari’s firm, flat stomach, Shepard observed a pair of hips more commonly reserved for women who were particularly genetically suited for easy childbirths.  Her hips swelled out impressively and provided an ample frame for the Asari’s perfect bubble butt.  From there, long legs led down to fairly normal Asari feet, which oddly enough were adorned with six-inch white platform heels.  A fan of human culture?  The sheep in front of Shepard twitched at the sight of this impossible Asari.  What?

“I’m so glad they finally woke you up!  Ever since my Procedure was finished I’ve been aching to give it a test run!”

“Wait, Procedure?  What are you talking about?” rasped Shepard, still struggling to get her wits fully in order.

“You know, my body redesign!  They used you as a test bed, you know.  Everything I got came as a result of you, so I feel I owe you a little something special in return.”  The Asari was looking at Shepard with a look of definite lust now, and a long tongue snaked out and wet her blue lips.

“Wait, no, stay away…” Shepard trailed off as the Asari reached down and flung the sheet off the bed.  Shepard looked down at her body and was shocked speechless.  At least she now understood that twitch she had seen earlier.

Attached to her body above her vagina was a large, thick cock.  Shepard unconsciously used the word cock to describe it; such an impressive specimen was too much for the sterile term of “penis.” In her numbness, Shepard hadn’t noticed, but she was already half hard.  The log of flesh stretched out ten inches up her belly, throbbing continuously as it slowly inflated.  Each throb pushed out a large helping of clear precum; Shepard was quickly making a mess of herself.  Below the cock rested a sizeable pair of testicles, hiding her pussy from view.  Each looked to be about two inches across, and they hung loose in an oddly large scrotum.

The numbness in her lower body was starting to recede, leaving in its place new sensations for Shepard to savor.  Still in shock, she reached out gingerly to touch the foreign member and mostly suppressed the involuntary moan the stimulus drew out of her.  Somehow, her new tool was nearly as sensitive as her clitoris.  How had this been done to her?  Genetic modification was not uncommon, but drastic changes like this usually left scars, and for all Shepard could tell from looking at her crotch this magnificent cock could have been attached all her life.

“Here, let me,” cooed the Asari as she reached down and gently removed Shepard’s hand from her cock.  The beautiful alien climbed onto the bed and arranged herself between Shepard’s legs, and then grabbed Shepard’s cock and began to stroke it slowly.  Faced with this kind of attention Shepard threw her head back and moaned loudly (God, I sound just like one of those women in Joker’s extranet videos!)  Her throbbing cock extended to fourteen inches long and two inches thick, and began belching out precum on every downstroke the Asari made.  Shepard couldn’t believe how much fluid the thing was producing; whatever this “Procedure” was, it was potent.

The busty Asari attacked Shepard’s cock with her mouth and tongue like an addict.  The long, slimy appendage slurped up and down the veiny, blood-engorged pole.  Shepard was starting to feel a strange feeling in her testicles; a feeling of something rising, or of pressure building.  The pleasure building, her eyes started to roll back into her head, until…

The pleasure eased.  What?  Shepard refocused to find the Asari had backed off, looking at her mischievously as Shepard unwillingly drew back from the edge of climax.  The Asari raised an expectant eyebrow, and Shepard thought she knew what the alien expected.  But to sink to that level…

“….Please.”

“What?” chirped the Asari.  “I didn’t catch that.”

“Please…. Finish me off.  I…  I need it!”

“Good girl.  Time for you to learn a little more about your new toy!”

With that the Asari dove back onto Shepard’s turgid member, but instead of sinking down all the way, focused her efforts on the glans.  Shepard’s eyes bugged out at the feeling; it felt like her glans had as many nerve endings as her clitoris!  She rocketed back towards the precipice, hips trying to thrust up into the Asari’s plush lips.  Finally, finally, Shepard reached that cliff, and plunged wholeheartedly over.

Shepard’s fat cockhead began pulsing out large wads of spunk into her partner’s sweet mouth.  Her mouth was open in a soundless scream, and her eyes were rolled back in their sockets.  Her prominent muscles were tensed and her toes curled as the pleasure hit her brain like a neutron bomb, wiping out all conscious thought.  All she knew was pleasure as her fourteen-incher continued making its deposits for a full thirty seconds down the gullet of her Asari bombshell.  Finally, it ended, and Shepard  slumped back into a puddle of post-orgasmic bliss.  Her consciousness slowly faded as she fell into a deep sleep…

When she awoke, she could hear sounds of gunfire.  Somehow the door to her cell had been blown off its hinges, so Shepard pulled herself together the best she could and forced her sore muscles to carry her to the door.  Crouching through, she could see no hostiles in the small anteroom, but the loud yells, gunfire and distinctive crackle of tech attacks let her know that whoever was fighting was not far off.  The anteroom contained her armor, conveniently.  Not so conveniently, her new body part, while shrunk down to about eight inches long and a single inch thick, was still too large to comfortably fit inside her bodysuit and armor.  She managed to get it on, but a refit would evidently be needed… that is, if she couldn’t remove it.

She was going to have it removed, right?

Shaking off the question, Shepard refocused on the problem at hand.  While her armor was mostly intact, she had no weapon, not even a sidearm.  Her omni-tool was operational, but it looked like most of the offensive applications had been damaged.  All she had access to was her tactical cloak and the omni-blade fabricator, and even that had just enough power for one or two uses.

Given that the pitched battle nearby didn’t seem to be waning, Shepard decided that discretion was the better part of valor.  With a full complement of weapons and a fully-operational suit… 

The next room contained extensive scientific equipment, terminals, and observation screens.  Those not destroyed showed flickering images of her cell.  One terminal in particular had a blinking red light next to a small screen that said simply, Data queued.  After a moment’s hesitation, Shepard used her omni-tool to start a data-dump.  Five seconds later, it pinged and the screen readout changed: Research data downloaded.  Local copies erased.

After a thoughtful, reluctant glance back at her cell, Shepard adjusted her crotch, activated her cloak and crept out of the room to find an exit through the battle.