Reunited

Author’s notes: This is the 11th chapter of my ongoing series between Commander Megan Shepard, her lover and XO Miranda Lawson, and the crew of the SSV Normandy. I got the idea for this chapter when I was replaying Mass Effect 2 for the umpteenth time, and I wondered how the Normandy was gonna be funded if they cut ties with Cerberus, and the Alliance still didn’t want them back. Also read the previous 10 chapters as there are lots of references to prior events, or else you’ll find yourself lost and wondering ‘who’s Erin?’ Once again, enjoy, REVIEW, favorite and introduce to your friends and fellow authors, and keep sending your reviews and ideas. Oh and before I forget, the parts in bolded italics are what were in the messages and in the mag. And for the people who have very kindly reviewed, YOU GUYS ARE TEH AWSUMNEZZ! For you guys who didn’t...shame on you. Hit that review button NOW before I get Chuck Norris to roundhouse kick your ass. Commander Megan Shepard can be seen with Miranda Lawson in this video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IVPIKd0LUQI

“We have a total of...319250 credits left. That’s barely enough to keep us running for one more month!” Miranda Anne Lawson sighed in exasperation as Megan, Ashley, Erin, Jack, Samara, Kelly, Kasumi, Tali, Gabby and Dr. Chakwas, who were all seated around the mess table, groaned in dismay. It had been seven months since Commander Megan Cassandra Shepard and her crew severed ties with Cerberus, and it had been slightly more than a month since they’d taken down a pirate gang and earned some credits just to keep them afloat, and just 2 weeks ago their last hope to keep flying had been quashed when the Alliance brass refused to reinstate Megan back into the navy.

Now, their financial situation was going from really bad to totally screwed, and if they didn’t make some credits stat, they weren’t going to be policing the hostile systems anymore. “Great. So what the hell do we do?” Ashley groaned in frustration as she re-ran the figures, hoping to God that Miranda had made a mistake in her calculations, but she was sorely disappointed. “Good goddamn question...” Megan muttered as she banged her head against the table in frustration, unable to think up of a solution.

However, the God that Megan, Miranda and Ashley believed in and worshipped was kind that day, and sent them their salvation in the form of a message sent to Megan. The redhead’s omnitool bleeped, indicating that a new message was in and thus she pulled up the message and read it aloud as her eyes widened. The message read:

Dear Commander Megan Shepard,

Kassa Fabrications would be absolutely ecstatic if you could endorse our weapons and armor and it would be even better if you could bring all the female members of your crew along to record an advertisement for us. We will compensate you and your crew very handsomely, Commander Shepard. We intend to compensate you and your crew with 60 million credits, and a lifetime’s sponsorship of armor for you and your crew, and it will include access to prototype armor as well. The advert will only be 2 minutes long, so we would appreciate it very much if you and your crew were to graciously accept our offer, and we will inform you of the details later.

Regards,
Nicholas James DeLallo
Chief Executive Officer, Kassa Fabrications

“Keelah...60 million...” Tali trailed off, her expression visibly stunned even through the helmet. “Wow...that’s enough to keep us running for... approximately 193 months.” Erin concluded as she ran the numbers, simply in awe at the sheer amount of cash that was being lobbed their way for a simple advert. “Goddamn! Oh Jesus, you are so merciful...thank you!” Megan looked up to the ceiling and thanked Him joyfully. “So...you girls want to do this?” Megan asked the ladies of the Normandy, who were also stunned by the offer.

“Hell yeah Shep! You’d have to be stupider than really stupid to turn down the offer!” Kasumi giggled as the rest of the women voiced their assent except for Dr. Chakwas, who politely asked out as she had no idea how to fire a gun. Great! We’re se-” Megan was interrupted by another beep from her omnitool, and she pulled up the new message as she read aloud and her eyes widened again. “Holy fuck! We’ve just been asked by Revolution Makeup to do a makeup commercial, and they’re offering us 110 million creds, and lifetime sponsorship of makeup!” Megan yelled in pure joy as the all the women, save for Jack, and Tali who couldn’t wear makeup as her helmet got in the way, started cheering.

“That’s awesome! I like that brand!” Gabby said happily as Jack butted in and Tali went back down to engineering, promptly losing interest in the conversation. “Spare me that bullshit...I ain’t wearin’ makeup.” She snorted derisively as Ashley cut in. “Come on Jackie, please do it for me?” The former Operations Chief pleaded with wide puppy-dog eyes. “Sorry Ashie hon, but no.” “Puh-lease? With extra sugar on top?” Ashley pleaded. “For fucks’ sakes, NO! I already let you con me into growing my fucking hair long, and removing most of my goddamn tattoos.” Jack growled as Ashley pouted. “Hey! You wanted to remove those tattoos of our own free will! It wasn’t me!” The rest of the women just chuckled, realizing that a lover’s spat was incoming.

Ever since Ashley and Jack hooked up, Jack had radically transformed from an ex-convict with major attitude problems, to an unbelievably girly, lovey-dovey woman who was completely infatuated with Ashley. She’d let her hair grow to shoulder length, started dressing up, and removed most of her tattoos with the lasers the dermal regen equipment the med bay came with, much to Chakwas’ disapproval. “Hey, where’d all the men go?” Kelly asked, looking around to see that only the women were assembled.

“I told them to get back to work. Don’t worry Kelly, your beloved Garrus is just over there.” Megan smirked as she indicated the forward batteries where Garrus was calibrating the Normandy’s Thanix Cannon and the Javelin torpedoes for the nth time since he’d joined the crew. Kelly blushed lightly at the insinuation while the rest of the women snickered. Kelly and Garrus’ relationship was awkward, especially with all the bad one-liners Garrus seemed to have an infinite supply of, but everyone on the Normandy wished them well, as they made a great couple.

That wasn’t all. God was feeling really generous that day, as a message that topped all the others arrived in every one of their mailboxes, save for Tali’s and Jack’s. “BLOODY HELL! MASS EROTICA IS PAYING US WHAT TO POSE NUDE FOR THEM!” Miranda shrieked in disbelief as she read the message, and the general response all around the table seemed to indicate the same sentiment. One hundred million for each of us to pose nude for them…NO! I, Miranda Anne Lawson, will NEVER cheapen myself and pose nude for a magazine like this!

“Huh. Ostracize the tattooed girl, you motherfuckers.” Jack grunted as every female re-read the message and pinched themselves to make sure that they weren’t dreaming. They weren’t, according to the yelps of pain being uttered. “Wow…I’m signing up!” Ashley exclaimed happily as she began to compose her reply to the editor as Megan and everyone else did the same. “Oh no you don’t!” Miranda cried out as she yanked Megan’s arm away, preventing her from replying in the affirmative to the message. “Why not?” Samara asked coolly, slightly surprised at Miranda’s interruption.

“We’re so not posing nude for all the perverts in the galaxy to jerk off to!” Miranda huffed as Jack growled in agreement. “We ain’t gonna let those sick fucks see us naked. You’d better not go Ash, or I’m gonna rip you apart.” “Come on Miranda! This is a frigging godsend! How often is it that you get 100 million just to let them take a few nudes?” Kasumi wheedled as the rest of the crew nodded in agreement. “Yeah. I mean, I always wanted to do a nude shoot…” Kelly trailed off wistfully as Gabby and Kasumi nodded in agreement. “No! Never! Nobody poses for that magazine! And that’s final!” Miranda said resolutely as she prepared to reject the proposal.

“We need the creds! If you dare to cancel that, there is going to be no sex for you at all for the next 6 months!” Megan threatened as Miranda stopped dead upon hearing the threat. “Come on! You seriously want men and women all over the galaxy to be getting off over nude pictures of you?” Miranda whined as Megan thought about it for awhile before she replied. “Ah well, since we need the credits, just don’t think about it.” The Commander sighed regretfully as she finally replied in the affirmative, much to Miranda’s dismay, and Jack’s, as her Ashley was going ahead with the nude shoot. “Look, just don’t let anyone of the crew know what we’re doing.” Miranda groaned as she buried her face in her hands. “Done.” Megan replied.

Barely 5 minutes after Megan replied and accepted all three offers, three new messages came in, and if the messages were voice messages, the CEOs would probably sound like giddy schoolgirls meeting their idol. Coincidentally, Kassa Fabrications, Revolution Makeup Corp and Mass Erotica all wanted to do the shoots on Illium, and around the same time, which was very convenient. Megan sent back the information on all the crewmembers that would be in the three adverts. For the first, everyone except Dr. Chakwas would be in it, and for the other 2, everyone but Jack and Tali.

“You know how to handle a gun Kelly?” Megan asked as she sent the messages. “Yep, Cerberus requires all personnel, even scientists and janitors, to at least learn how to use a pistol for self-defense.” She stated matter-of-factly while Miranda and Gabby nodded in agreement. “Okay then, let’s go make some credits next week!” Megan smiled satisfactorily as she leaned back in her chair and sipped her coffee. “How in hell did I ever get myself conned into doing a bloody nude shoot…” Miranda grumbled as she reached for her mug of tea.

One week later, the entire crew of the Normandy was departing for 2 weeks worth of shore leave, and as they were about to leave, they noticed the women staying behind. “Hey Erin! Not going for some shore leave?” Joker yelled, noticing that Megan, Miranda, Erin, Kelly, Ashley, Gabby, Samara, Tali and Jack were gathered around Megan’s private terminal. “No…got some stuff to do.” Erin replied evasively, waving Joker away. The pilot considered pursuing the matter, but decided to drop it and just leave with Garrus, Jacob, Kenneth, Legion, Grunt and all the other male crewmembers to Eternity, where they were going to drink themselves blind while Legion would just observe and ‘gather data’.

“So...what was the timing again?” Samara asked as Megan checked once more. “Today is Kassa Fabrications...day after tomorrow is Mass Erotica...and Revolution is on Sunday.” Megan finished as she looked around the gathered women. “Anyone intending to pussy out, do it now.” “Fuck you Shepard. Let’s go!” Jack grinned maniacally as they headed towards the studios.

After spending hours just posing with assorted guns and armor, and occasionally posing very suggestively with guns in ridiculously skimpy outfits (Miranda and Erin had to wear very tight red tank tops that barely contained their ample breasts and leather micro-shorts at one point while posing suggestively with a Vindicator rifle in each hand, much to their dismay, and Megan was made to wear a ludicrous bra made out of thermal clips and two Locust SMGs at another point), it was finally over. “Ladies! Let me just tell you again how much we appreciate it that you have very kindly endorsed our products!” The CEO, DeLallo, beamed like the cat that’d eaten the canary.

“Yeah, the creds and armor were too damn good to pass up.” Jack grunted as she slipped her t-shirt and jeans back on. “This is a one-off. I am never gonna wear that fucking bra again...” Megan grumbled as she put on her sneakers. “I heard you. I wonder how we’ll ever live this down...especially since this ad is going to hit the extranet.” Miranda sighed as gulped down some fruity soft drink from the refreshment stand. “Chances are, we’re not going to.” Erin chuckled.

The next day, they were posing nude everywhere in the Normandy. Tali and Jack had gone off to join the men in their insane drink-fest, leaving only Megan, Miranda, Erin, Kelly, Samara, Ashley, Kasumi, Gabby and Chakwas to pose nude. And damn did those Mass Erotica bastards make them pose. Megan was made to pose nude in all sorts of suggestive positions in the cockpit, the CIC right next to the galaxy map, the armory, and in her cabin with Miranda in some extremely sexual positions, and the Commander knew that the rest of the women were also subjected to the same thing.

After 7 hours of making themselves into sex objects in front of the camera, they were finally done. As soon as the photographers left, all the women trudged into the Normandy’s bar in the port observation deck, and did what their male counterparts were currently doing at Eternity. After a dozen or so drinks, the women started to loosen up and talk, or rather slur, about all the crazy things they did in the past. “So on a bet, I had sex with a salarian. But I lost it because he was so damn small. I swear, his penis was 3 inches.” Kelly slurred as the rest of the crew guffawed drunkenly.

“That’s nothing...I had a threesome with two asari once just to discover where they’d hidden the biological bombs they planned to detonate at the human embassy on the Citadel. Fortunately, I succeeded and they were taken care of. With bullets, of course.” Miranda hiccupped as Megan glared at her with unfocused eyes. “You mean you’ve been mind probed before?” The redhead mumbled as Samara objected. “It is not mind probing. It is simply a union of nervous systems, and the ‘mind probing’ is a side effect. And we do use our fingers and tongues.” Samara drawled as she chugged down more asari honey mead.

“Yeah. The sex nearly blew my mind. It was so awesome, but nothing can compare to you Cassie baby.” Miranda giggled as she attempted to refill her wineglass with more honey mead, but ended up spilling a copious amount. “That’s good. I was about to kick your beautiful ass out of the airlock.” “Come on Shepard, a little competition never hurt anyone...” Chakwas said as her head slumped down to her chest and shot upright again, drunkenly wagging a finger at Megan. “Whatever. Anybody want to make the entire crew get a collective heart attack, and when they recover, make them ravage us for hours in bed?” Megan slurred as the others looked at her and nodded and grunted their assent.

“We place copies of this month’s magazines all over the ship!” Megan yelled drunkenly as the women all went “Yeah!” After the din and ‘planning’ died down, they got back to drinking. “I swear those fuckers were jacking off while we posed nude for the cameras...” Ashley grumbled in a barely coherent way as she downed her shot of brandy, and Samara started to sing along to an old human song called ‘I Never Told You’ by Colbie Caillat which was playing from the music player at the corner, much to the amazement of the other women, as she was actually pretty good at singing, and somehow managed to stay in tune despite being highly inebriated.

“Actually, I found some sticky white liquid down in Engineering. You’re probably right...” Gabby mumbled as she fell off her bar stool and onto the floor and passed out, followed by Chakwas and Ashley. “Sick perverts...I’m going to bed...night...” Kelly said as she stumbled towards the door and back to her bunk. “A threesome? Never expected that from you Miranda...but it’s nothing compared to what I did once.” Kasumi burped and hiccupped simultaneously, still staring incredulously at the singing Samara.

“Oh really? What was it?” Erin slurred as she came precariously close to joining Gabby, Ashley and Chakwas in their slumber on the floor. “I did it with two turians. Didn’t let them get halfway before I popped a flashbang and stunned them for a couple of minutes, and I took their priceless antiques and ran like hell.” Kasumi chuckled in a drunken daze as she sipped her honey mead. “Okay, you win.” Miranda conceded as Samara finished singing, and received loud applause from the remaining women as she grinned and dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes, sighing happily before she succumbed to the intoxication. After a few more drinks, only Megan and Miranda were left, and neither one could talk coherently, but they somehow managed to understand each other.

“So...what weird fetishes do you have? I enjoy anal, but you know that by now, so it’s not really a secret anymore. But, you probably don’t know that I enjoy orgies.” Megan slurred as she downed yet another shot of honey mead. “Orgies huh? I don’t mind one...but my fetish is for bondage sex. I don’t know why, but it’s just so erotic to me when I have absolutely no control over what my partner’s going to do to me, and when I have full control over my partner later on.” Miranda slurred loudly as Megan got off her chair and led Miranda back to their cabin, both of them stepping over Erin, Ashley, Samara, Gabby, and Chakwas who were sleeping soundly on the floor.

Two weeks later, the Normandy got ready to set sail. As usual, the crew of the Normandy, sans Megan, Miranda, Erin, Ashley, Kelly, Samara, Gabby and Chakwas assembled for breakfast in the mess. However, there was a suspicious box right smack dab in the middle of the table with a handwritten note that read ‘Open and enjoy’. Jacob was the one who cracked it open, and he nearly got a heart attack. “What the fuck, dawg!” He yelled in shock as he yanked out a copy of Mass Erotica, as did the rest of the crew, and everyone’s jaw hit the floor when they saw what was on the cover.

On the cover, Megan, Miranda, Erin, Kasumi, Ashley, Samara, Kelly, Gabby and Chakwas were all completely naked as they looked at the camera lustily, and they were posing right in front of the galaxy map, of all places. Megan stood in the centre, slightly ahead of the rest, and she was aglow with a biotic corona, dual-wielding two X12 Locusts and wore a lusty smirk as she strode forward. On her right was Miranda, who was also striding forward with a S6 hand cannon in each hand while glowing a brilliant blue with her biotics, and she had a lusty wink in addition to the grin. On Megan’s left, Erin wore a naughty smirk as she raised her arm, the omnitool on it glowing, while she held a Geth Pulse Rifle in the other hand.

Samara was also aglow with her own biotic corona, her expression impassive but her eyes filled with lust. Kelly was holding a datapad and wearing a innocent smile, while Ashley was on Erin’s right, wielding her preferred X97 Viper sniper rifle as she smirked wildly, as in the ‘ready to go wild in bed’ kind of wild, and Gabby wore nothing but a smirk and had a wrench in her hands. Finally, Chakwas stood at the back on the left, wearing nothing but a nurse’s hat and a smile while she held up a syringe. The headline read:

This Month’s Special Centerfold: The Women of the Normandy
Beauty, power and brains combine to give you the most passionate and explosive photo shoot ever! P44

Everyone quickly flipped to page 44 of the magazine, and their jaws nearly dropped from their faces as they saw the centerfold picture. It was shot in what appeared to be a palace chamber setting, if the glittering gold background, gold veils, gold sheets and plush cushions were anything to go by. Megan was on the left and Miranda on the right foreground of the picture, lying on their side, their long elegant legs stretched out as they propped their upper bodies up with one hand and resting against each other’s naked shoulder. Behind them, the rest of the women sat on an elevated platform made out of cushions which were partially covered by a gold sheet and their legs were spread wide.

All of them were still wearing their randy smirks as they posed for the camera, and there was some text next to the picture, and the headline yelled The Beauties of the Normandy! Below that was some smaller text, which read: These beautiful women who make up the crew of the SSV Normandy are every man and woman’s dream harem! Beauty, bravery, brains, sensitivity, talents and raw power all combined into a collection of 9 unarguably gorgeous women. Enjoy this galactic exclusive people! – Alena L’Modi, Chief Editor

“Holy shit!” Jacob squeaked out as he saw a picture of Megan completely naked in the armory, holding her favorite Collector Assault Rifle as she sat on Jacob’s worktable, propping her booted left leg up on the table with a lusty wink and a smile while her similarly booted right leg hung off the edge, revealing her womanhood. Just because I can nail you with a headshot from 200 meters out doesn’t mean that I can’t look seductive. –Commander Megan Cassandra Shepard, Normandy captain, Savior of the Citadel, Heroine of Elysium, and First Human Spectre

Dayum, she is HAWT. And that little maroon bush above her pussy...for crying out loud dude! Stop looking at your CO in that way! Jacob groaned as he mentally facepalmed himself. He looked at the next page, and found himself remembering the time when he and Miranda were still together. Sigh. At least she’s happy with Shepard. He thought with regret as he ogled at a picture of Miranda sitting atop the gunnery console in the main battery with a lewd smirk with her legs dangling off, completely naked save for her knee-high black stiletto boots and some makeup and pink lipstick as she held a X29 Incisor in front of her and in between her thighs, one hand gripping the barrel in a suggestive manner as she kissed the barrel while she looked sideways directly at the camera with her eyes full of lust.

“Mother of spirits...Miranda kissed my rifle! And she’s sitting on the gunnery computer! Oh crap, my calibrations are all wasted!” Garrus cried out from his chair as he stared at the same photo with his eyes as wide as they could possibly go, and his mandibles were extended sideways in the turian expression of shock as he read the line below the picture. I love playing with big guns all day long. And the sound of them being discharged makes me shiver and moan with delight. –Miranda Anne Lawson, Normandy XO Suddenly, Garrus was inwardly cursing his armor for being so damn restrictive, especially in the crotch area.

Next up was Ashley, who was also in the armory, but seated cross-legged at her usual table where she manufactured and maintained the weapons of the shore party, also naked like the rest of the women. She wielded an X76 Revenant machine gun and was grinning like a pervert as she aimed down the sights at the camera. I am an expert at everything I do, from killing geth to maintaining my lover. My good aim on the battlefield and in the bedroom is the key. –Ashley Madeline Williams, Normandy Weapons Officer and former Alliance Operations Chief

“Mmm...time for a wakeup call Ashie honey.” Jack growled as a predatory smile etched itself onto her face, tossing the magazine aside as she stormed back into the quarters she and Ashley shared to wake Ashley up and give her a full ‘debriefing’. Everyone else ignored the ex-convict as they continued reading on and they saw Erin’s nude picture next. Apparently, Joker had good taste in his women, as Mordin had created Erin according to Joker’s turn-ons, and Erin had everybody’s stamp of approval, according to the wolf whistles and whoops in the mess hall.

The blonde was seated sideways in her usual copilot’s chair in the cockpit, lying back against the right armrest while her long, lean legs which were spread wide dangled off the left. She held an X4 Shuriken machine pistol in her right hand while she sucked on her index and middle finger on her left. She was using the gun to stroke her pussy, and she was staring into the camera lustily with her hair wild. Don’t take me for a dumb blonde. I am a tough, smart and independent chick. I can work out any math equation faster than any man, and I can outshoot any man, any day. But I love men who take charge, especially in bed. –Erin Deanna Iverson, Normandy copilot and sniper

After ogling at very racy pictures of Kasumi, Samara, Kelly, Gabby and Chakwas (everyone would never look at old Chakwas the same way ever again, especially after the picture of her posing nude in the medbay with a syringe and stethoscope, and more nudes of Megan, Miranda, Ashley and Erin, they came to the highlights. Well, everyone except Jacob, who’d gone off to find Kasumi with a massive bulge showing in the crotch of his uniform, Mess Sergeant Gardner, who’d practically ran into the medbay 10 minutes ago, Ken, who’d slipped away to find Gabby, and Joker, who limped back to the cockpit where Erin was as fast as he could. The highlights were a series of 2 page spread where Megan and Miranda were posing together in various sexual positions.

One spread had a nude Megan pin an equally naked Miranda against the fish tank in their quarters by her shoulders as they looked into each other’s eyes with raw sexual desire, and their breasts were pressed together as their tongues were touching and flitting at each other’s tongue. Another had the both of them kissing passionately while they sat on Megan’s workstation, spreading their legs which were dangling in the air and touching each other’s womanhood with one hand while they pulled each other closer, their free hand wrapped around the other’s waist. And the final, most sexual picture was of Miranda lying atop Megan on their bed cuddling, their bare breasts pressed together once again as they kissed with their eyes closed.

However, Megan’s left hand and Miranda’s right were clearly seen to be in between their legs, and both of their bodies had a faint blush. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that they were fingering each other in the photo, and the men departed without breakfast, content to just return to their quarters and ogle at the pictures and fantasize, and even Legion thought it was hot, according to what he said while he trooped off. “All 1,183 programs concur that the women of the Normandy are the finest specimens of organic women in existence.”

Hah! I was right when I said the crew would go wild. Megan thought as she walked around the Normandy with Miranda an hour after the crew split up, and she was dead right, if Ashley’s screams of sexual ecstasy coming from the quarters she shared with Jack were any indication. She noticed that the door to the port observation deck, where Jacob and Kasumi’s quarters were, was still locked after an hour. Apparently, Grunt, Samara and Kelly were giving each other a very intense lesson on the differences between krogan, asari, and human physiology in the starboard observation deck, according to Grunt’s roars and Samara and Kelly’s screams and cries of pleasure. “Wow...isn’t Grunt under aged? And I never knew that Samara was a bloody cougar...” Miranda said in disbelief.

“Hey, it’s still better than Joker and Erin fucking in the cockpit.” Megan grimaced as she recalled their not-so pleasant encounter just 5 minutes ago. “Hey, Joker! Head to the fue-OH MY GOD!” Megan screamed in horror as she saw Erin’s blonde head bobbing up and down as she bounced up and down in the pilot’s chair, and Joker and Erin’s clothes strewn all over the floor of the cockpit. The Commander also heard Joker’s grunts and groans and Erin’s moans and cries. Fortunately for the duo, Hadley and Matthews were conspicuously missing from their usual posts, meaning that no one would know of their romp in the cockpit, and neither Erin nor Joker seemed to notice that Megan was right behind them.

“Oh yes Jeff fuck me! Fuck me hard honey! Shit you’re so big and hard inside me!” Erin cried out in delight as Joker groaned his response while both of his hands grasped and squeezed Erin’s D cup tits. “Man Erin, you’re so damn tight and hot...oh Jesus! Where do you want me to cum for you baby-doll!” Joker groaned loudly as Megan turned tail and ran like hell for the elevator, doing her damndest not to scream her head off in horror at what she’d just witnessed as she ran. She was only too happy when the elevator arrived with Miranda as the sole passenger.

“I think we’re going to need to put them somewhere private soon.” Miranda chuckled as they passed by the medbay and saw a naked Gardner, bent over Chakwas, who was also naked and lying on an examination table with her legs draped over Gardner’s shoulders as the cook thrusted into the doctor. “SWEET MOTHER OF GOD!” Both women shrieked in terror as they ran. They didn’t know where they were going, and they didn’t care as long as they were far away from the medbay. After some crazy running, they found themselves in the male lavatory.

“Commander, Miss Lawson, the female restroom is on the opposite side of the ship.” EDI intoned as Megan just laughed and resisted Miranda’s attempts to pull her out of the lavatory. “Nah, I think I’ll just stay here. There isn’t anything you can do about it.” Megan smirked and stuck her tongue out while making a face as Miranda rolled her eyes and sighed. “Let’s get out of here Cassie.” She muttered, doing her damndest to try and yank the Vanguard out of the bathroom, but to no avail.

“Why? The perfect woman too chicken to stay in the little boys’ room?” Megan teased Miranda as Miranda’s nostrils flared in anger at the suggestion. “Fine! I’ll prove to you that I am not afraid!” Miranda huffed as she sat on the toilet in a stall. “Riiight.” Megan drawled mockingly with a teasing smile on her face. Suddenly, they heard loud footfalls approaching the bathroom. “Shit, hide!” Megan whispered frantically as she quickly ducked into Miranda’s stall and closed the door and locked it. “I told you we should’ve gotten out of here!” Miranda hissed before Megan cupped a hand over her mouth, silencing the raven-haired woman.

“Ssshh…let’s see who it is and wait it out.” Megan whispered as both women stood on the bowl and peeked over the top to see Garrus stripping out of his armor. Completely unaware he had an audience, Garrus then proceeded to remove his turian undershorts and his very large, erect penis sprung out as he grabbed the magazine he’d brought in with him while he locked the bathroom door with his omnitool. “Oh my. I’ve never seen a dick that huge.” Megan whispered to Miranda. “The only one who can compare is Jacob. And even he didn’t have that many ridges and bumps on it.” Miranda whispered back.

The turian flipped to the spread Megan and Miranda recognized as the one where they were fingering each other in their cabin, and then proceeded to stroke his penis vigorously while he ogled at the picture. Both women were shocked yet extremely aroused at seeing the turian furiously masturbating to nude pictures of them. Garrus jacking off to nudes of us? No way! Both women thought as they subconsciously removed their clothes silently, and before they knew it, they were masturbating along with Garrus, still unseen by him.

Miranda was biting down hard on her lower lip, letting out soft gasps and sighs as she fingered herself with her right index and middle fingers while rubbing her clit with her left hand. Megan was also doing the same right next to her with her eyes shut tight, and Garrus was groaning loudly and he turned on the shower to muffle the sound. God, that is so bloody huge. Miranda thought lustfully as she continued to bring herself to orgasm, but she and Megan stopped dead when they heard Garrus’ groan as he continued stroking his cock vigorously. “Oh Megan, Miranda…I want you both so bad…I just want to love you both…both of you saved my life so many times…and I want to show my appreciation…”

That did it for Megan and Miranda, as they were already entertaining thoughts of bursting out of the stall and showing Garrus some love. But now with Garrus’ admission, they were emboldened and thus they stormed out, much to Garrus’ wide eyed shock. “Garrus.” Both women said with such tenderness that the turian shivered slightly. “We love you too.” “What…are you doing here?” Garrus stammered, embarrassed that he was caught jacking off to the two women he admired the most by they themselves. “I don’t really remember how we got here, but all I know is that I want you now.” Megan whispered throatily as she and Miranda closed the distance and both wrapped a hand around Garrus’ hardened manhood and began to stroke it.

“I thought you didn’t like me Garrus. Why the sudden urge to fuck me?” Miranda asked softly as she placed wet, gentle kisses on the scar Garrus had taken back on Omega from the missile. “When I was hunting down Sidonis, I fell in front of the heavy mech and was about to die when you destroyed it with your arc projector and saved my life. That was when I started having feelings for you, Miranda.” Garrus gasped as both women continued to stroke his dick and the jet of warm water cascaded down over the three of them, drenching them.

“To be truthful, I’ve had a crush on you ever since you saved me from that geth prime during Tali’s mission on the Alarei. I really thought that I was dead. But you killed the thing with your overload pulse before it could kill me. Thank you Garrus.” Miranda purred, blowing gently on Garrus’ scarred mandible while Megan kissed her way down Garrus’ chestplate and down to his erection and took it into her mouth, sucking hard. “Oh Megan…” Garrus groaned as Megan sucked on his erection vigorously as she started to moan when Miranda used her biotics to fuck her in both her pussy and ass, and Megan did likewise, causing Miranda to moan and gasp as she traced the outline of Garrus’ scar with her tongue.

After 15 minutes, Miranda nudged Megan aside and kissed her passionately, both women still moaning as they continued to use their biotics to pleasure each other. After breaking away from the long kiss, Miranda gently kissed the arrow-like head before she licked it gently, causing Garrus to groan even louder before she sucked it into her mouth, determined to give Garrus the most intense feelings he had ever experienced to thank him for saving her so many times.

15 minutes later, Miranda stopped, releasing Garrus’ penis from her mouth with a loud pop as Megan pulled her in for yet another passionate kiss. She eagerly reciprocated while she massaged the back of her very sore neck. Garrus noticed that and began to massage Miranda’s neck with his talons, making Miranda sigh in relief. “I’m sorry I never mentioned this, but turian mating sessions typically last 3 hours.” “What!” Both women squeaked out in disbelief. “Erm…the practice you humans call…uh…big…uh…” “Bigamy?” Megan supplied helpfully.

“Yeah. It’s normal for us turian men to practice that, as we can ejaculate twice, thus the long time.” Garrus finished as he shifted uncomfortably while both women looked at each other with amazement before they looked back at him with predatory stares. “Oh Garrus…we love you.” Both Megan and Miranda purred as they pushed him down to the floor. Miranda began to lick his quad while Megan swung her well toned right leg over Garrus, straddling the stunned turian and settling herself down on his crotch in a classic cowgirl position, driving his massive erection up her tight, dripping wet vagina.

“Ooh fuck-fuck-fuck! So good!” Megan cried out in ecstasy as she felt Garrus’ ridges press and rub hard against her g-spot and his tip pressing against her cervix. Miranda gasped in awe and arousal as she saw Megan’s tiny womanhood expand to several times its normal width as the Commander struggled to accommodate Garrus’ massive manhood, and she moaned even louder when she felt Megan’s biotics playing with and squeezing her large, firm breasts and entering her pussy and ass. “Aaahh by the spirits Megan…I think I’ll only last 2 hours with both of you mating with me…” Garrus groaned.

It seemed like mere seconds to Megan and Garrus, but in reality it was 10 minutes before Megan came, and Garrus was shocked when her pussy contracted into impossible tightness. “MMMHH FUCK GARRUS I’M CUUUMMIIINNGG!!!!!” Megan shrieked in pure ecstasy as she convulsed wildly and shot her feminine ejaculate all over Garrus’ member as he pulled out, and Miranda leant in to gather up Megan’s gushing fluids with her lips and tongue. Apparently, squirting and convulsing during orgasm was not the norm for turian females, as Garrus started to go into full blown panic mode.

“Damn it! Megan, are you alright! What happened? How badly injured are you?” Garrus babbled out as Megan snapped out of her post coital daze, and Miranda turned her head and both stared at Garrus cluelessly for a couple of seconds before they burst out laughing. “Hahaha! Oh Garrus…you’re so adorable…what just happened to Megan was what we humans call a ‘massive orgasm’. It basically means that she got so much pleasure that she ‘came’, which is what we call arriving at an orgasm.” Miranda giggled as Megan just chuckled along breathlessly while she stood up unsteadily.

“Oh…” Garrus said with a relieved smile on his mandibles. “So...my turn now Garrus.” Miranda said throatily as both she and Megan pulled Garrus up. What Garrus did next was so unexpected that neither woman realized what he was doing until he’d done it. Garrus practically slammed Miranda’s back against the wall, directly under the showerhead as he draped her slender legs over the ridge between his side and legs, forcing her to straddle him as they positioned themselves in a standing position while Megan positioned herself on Miranda’s right and pulled her hand towards her sex, making Miranda finger her while Miranda was fucked by Garrus, who held her up by her shapely behind.

“Uuuhh oh-oh-oh fuck...” Miranda cried out loudly as she felt Garrus’ ridges on his cock brush and push against her g-spot and clitoris, and felt the tip penetrating slightly into her cervix while Garrus squeezed her buttocks hard. Miranda Lawson had never been so fully filled in her entire life, and it was pure ecstasy for her. Garrus was grunting and groaning loudly as he thrust hard into Miranda, and Megan was moaning from Miranda’s fingers stroking her clit, and her biotics playing with her breasts and ass while the turian slid two talons into her vagina. Miranda’s nails scraped against Garrus’ metallic skin as she moaned and screamed in sheer pleasure, her legs dangling in the air and trying to find purchase against anything.

The ex-Cerberus officer had never been as helpless as she was now, completely at Garrus’ mercy as he had her pinned up against the wall with her legs dangling in the air uselessly, but it felt amazing. Soon, Miranda was screaming Garrus’ name and she came. This time, Garrus didn’t panic but instead continued thrusting deep into the brunette’s pussy, which was clamping down very hard on his steel-hard rod as her orgasm took hold, while she squirted a copious amount of her vaginal juices all over Garrus’ penis and convulsed wildly. Megan then gently pushed Garrus aside as she held Miranda up against the wall by her perfect ass as gleaned up all of Miranda’s cum before she eagerly drank it down.

Then, it was Megan’s turn again, and then back to Miranda once more after Megan had her orgasm, and so on. They went on for 1 more hour, just riding Garrus’ hard member which stayed hard throughout their intense romp while the shower kept spraying them with water. At one point, Mordin hacked the door at stepped inside the bathroom to see Miranda bent over, hands propped up against the wall of the shower to support herself, in the doggystyle position with Garrus pounding her pussy relentlessly while she fingered Megan. “Oh shit!” Megan squeaked out in embarrassment as all three of them stopped dead and looked at him, completely bashful.

Mordin, however, didn’t seem very fazed by the sexual activities happening in the bathroom, aside from blinking a couple of times. Instead, he went into sex advisor mode. “Shepard, Miranda, do not ingest turian ejaculate. Will cause amyphylactic shock if ingested, and may kill. Is perfectly okay to ejaculate inside their vaginas, Garrus. Human vaginas do not react at all with turian ejaculate. Very interesting. Must research more on topic. And Shepard, Miranda? Don’t move too vigorously, or chafing will get worse. Stop by my lab later for oils and creams to cure chafing.” The salarian genius rambled as he turned to leave.

“Mordin? Please...don’t say anything about this.” Garrus pleaded abashedly as Mordin just smiled his weird smile. “Don’t worry Garrus. Can keep secrets. Was in STG.” He chattered before he ambled off. The trio looked at each other and just shrugged as they got back to their activities. Miranda screamed and squirted her delectable cum once more as she peaked at the same time as Megan, who could not hold back her release from the turian fucking her pussy with his talons, and Miranda fucking her ass with her biotics, also screaming as she gushed her cum all over the floor. Finally, Garrus came deep within Miranda with an ear-splitting roar as he unloaded wave after wave of clear, gooey cyan ejaculate into Miranda’s waiting womanhood.

The raven-haired woman’s enchanting cerulean eyes went wide as she felt Garrus fill her up to the brim and over and there was so much flooding her pussy she felt like she was going to explode. She slumped onto the wet floor, moaning softly she squeezed the cum out of her pussy, and used two of her fingers to gather up the semen while Megan stroked her clit. After resting for awhile, Garrus kneeled behind Megan, who got the message and pressed her breasts against the floor while she stuck her beautiful ass up into the air with a salacious grin.

The turian then forcefully thrust into her tight, slick heat, bringing her to a screaming orgasm 10 minutes later before he unloaded the rest of his cum deep into her pussy as well before he pulled out. “Oh spirits...so amazing. You human women can take a lot.” Garrus ground out in between heavy breaths. “Oh Garrus...you’re amazing.” Megan sighed dreamily as Miranda and her own fingers dug the sticky, liquid-y cum out of her womanhood. “Yeah. We love you Garrus, but Kelly really is better for you.” Miranda smiled innocently as she finished gleaning the cum, rinising it off her fingers as Megan did likewise.

“Yeah, thanks. You two are perfect for each other too.” Garrus said in that sexy voice of his as he stood up and grabbed three towels, tossing one to Megan and another to Miranda while he dried himself off. “Thanks Garrus. What a way to blow off some steam and test your reach...and Miranda’s and my flexibility.” Megan teased with a grin, throwing Garrus’ bad one liners back at him as he just guffawed and dressed, and Miranda was giggling like a maniac.

One deck above in the cockpit, a naked Erin was fast asleep in an equally naked Joker’s lap as he watched his favorite channel on the extranet, which was currently running ads. Suddenly, he saw Megan, Miranda and Erin posing suggestively with some rifles, and his eyes grew wide as he watched the whole ad. Holy shit, he thought as he finished watching the ad. What a bunch of sell-outs Shepard, Miranda and the women are. First Mass Erotica, now Kassa Fabrications. Wonder what’s next.

Final notes: Sorry about the late update, my architecture project took up all my time, and then when I came back, I hit a massive writer’s block. But anyways, thanks goes out to garrusfangrl1092 (whose account got deleted last week) for the request to do a Megan/Miranda/Garrus threesome, and for dropping a few ideas. Hope you guys enjoyed it, and it didn’t suck too much ‘cause of my writer’s block. So before you go, review, subscribe, favorite and drop some ideas. Yes, REVIEW please. Gotta go!