The Red Renegade

CHAPTER 8: “Clinic Crashers”

Goddamn fucking elevators.

These things take forever, Shepard thought. It was like waiting for a guy to climax via handjob: you were bored and waiting for something anti-climactic to happen. Shepard was terrible at handjobs, anyway. She had the rough calloused hands of a fucking farmhand. It was like getting rubbed off by a goddamn gorilla.

Shepard smacked her lips, feeling as though she could taste the combination of ashtray and stale beer on her tongue. Her coupling with Septimus had been an awful and puke-inducing experience and that was the best thing she could say about it. Still, she was on a fun-filled adventure of violence and sex and really she couldn't complain about such a thing. So now she jumped out of the elevator as the doors split open and stepped into the over-powering stench of chemical cleaner that was used to try and sanitize the Wards.

Fuck the Wards. It was a festering boil on the asshole of the Citadel. It was like a slice of Omega had been affixed to the pristine population center. C-sec had a station in the Wards that was busy around the galactic clock. It never slept and it never stopped being a crime-ridden pain in the ass. Shepard loved it. If she needed to score some illicit shit, she took a trip to the Wards. They had your dose of poison and whatever the lust you could sate it. She had a reputation, though, and most of the Asari brothels had banned he--along with half the casinos. She wasn't allowed in the Varren fighting pits, either.

Fuck, you enter yourself into ONE Varren fight, kill a ringer with your bare hands and they take it so personally.

It wasn't her fault they left its testicles in place. Neuter the damn thing and then she couldn't grab its nuts and twist them off. (She ended up feeding them to the guy she beat, since he didn't want to pay up)

There was one bright spot to the Wards: Dr. Michel.

Dr. Michel was a ravishing red-head just like herself. In fact, she was often mistaken for Shepard's sister, they looked so much alike. Michel first met Shepard after picking her up off the floor of a Batarian bar where Shepard had tried Batarian Liquor for the first time and turned her liver into fried ash. Naturally, Shepard immediately conned her into a lesbian fuck session that went on for8 hours. But once the girl juices had dried and they got to talking, the two found an immediate friendship that stood to this day. Chakwas was a good doctor and Michel was every bit her equal, giving aid to the poorer members of the Wards for charity. She had a big heart and, if Shepard recalled, a tasty cunny that she liked to shave bald except for a bright red landing strip.

Michel was what Shepard called a self-hating lesbian. She insisted she was hetero and, indeed, would participate with Shepard in a three-way (even one four-way with a pair of lonely on-duty C-sec officers). She would gladly get fucked by a big swingin' dick if there was one available, but her many encounters with Shepard always turned her into a bashful maiden. She got flustered, shy, and always allowed Shepard to coerce her into a girl-on-girl encounter that, even though she enjoyed it, left her leaving Shepard detailed apologies and explanations on her message machine for week afterwards. Then Shepard would come in to talk to her about how she was NOT a lesbian and somehow Shepard would convince her into the sack one more time and the whole cycle would start over.

"Oh, just wait till she sees what that Prothean butt plug did to me. It'll make her even more guilty knowing she got fucked by a whateveryoucallmenow." She thought.

"Been a while since we were in the Wards, Shepard." kaiden said.

"I remember our last visit." Shepard said, her eyes glazing over in nostalgia, "The reporters called it the orgy-fueled wrath of God."

Kai leaned over towards Ashley, "I‘ve walked with a waddle ever since."

"You two are a couple of sick fucks, you know that?" Ashley sneered.

"Three sick fucks make a fun crowd." Shepard said, cheerily, "And if all this bullshit bugs you that bad, I got some great Terminian Whiskey that will curl your pubes up into a spool of yarn."

"Skipper, that doesn't make any sense."

"Fuck you bitch, I'll say what I want. Check it out, the Med-Clinic is right up ahead."

Shepard smashed the ‘OPEN’ button on the door without much thought and took a step into the Clinic and froze. Her eyes spotted guns and thugs holding them. An unperceivable pause made Shepard, Kaiden, Ashley, and a crouching Turian in the corner all freeze for the barest of moments. Shepard’s first drop of adrenaline kicked her into a high gear and she was reaching for her Assault Rifle.

“Where is the Quarian?” one of the thugs asked.

Michel, her hands held up, shook her head, “Please, I don’t--”

BANG!

Shepard felt an empty feeling inside of her. Like that feeling she got when someone orgasmed before her and then didn’t want to stick around and get her off. Fucking orgasm robbers. And the only thing worse than an orgasm robber was a kill stealer, which is exactly what that fucking Turian in the corner jumping the gun and putting a shot through Thug #1’s head did. A ballsy move that, unfortunately, cost Shepard’s group the element of surprise, as the other thugs spun and saw the Turian and her group and immediately ducked behind cover.

“Goddamit!” Shepard cried, dashing forward. She hurled herself through the glass between her and Thug #2--who was busy trying to target the Turian--and in a hail of shatter glass and gun fire, drove a double-running knee strike into the thug’s chest as she screamed, “IT’S CRIME TIME, MOTHERFUCKERS!”

Shepard pinned him down, crushing his face in-between her thighs with his mouth buried in her armored cunt. As he flailed, she swung her rifle around and held the auto-trigger down, turning Thug #3 into a pureed medical experiment. She noted Thugs # 4 & 5 going down as well. One from a Biotic Slam that broke his back over a guardrail , bending him backwards like a rag doll. The last one was taken out by combined gunfire from Ashley and the Turian.

Shepard’s gun blared an alarm and she pulled her finger off the trigger. The guns overheated too much. She sure hoped they would bring them to a clip system in a couple of years. She looked down at the man who was currently acting as her new thigh-master. His twitching, limp form told her that he was good and dead.

Ashley saddled up next to her, her pistol aiming outward just in case a surprise happened to be nearby. “Skipper, are you o--for the love of God, did you just choke that guy with your cunt?”

“Yeah.” Shepard sighed, “It happens a lot more than it should, I can tell ya that.”

Ashley gasped, “That happen a lot to you?”

Shepard shrugged, “Not a Hell of a lot, but enough to be annoying.”

Ashley helped Shepard get to her feet as they shook off the attack, adrenaline fading. As Kaiden and Ashley assessed the dead to make sure they were still dead, Shepard spun on the Turian and halted in her tracks.

Now, to most humans, if you saw one Turian, you’ve seen them all. Being Tur-Curious, Shepard had developed an affinity for particular Turian traits. She had certain things that turned her on when it came to Turians. And this guy? This guy made all the glands in her body start producing lubricant. Still, she had an immediate bone to pick.

“What the hell were you doing?” She yelled right in his face, “You gave away our ability to surprise them.”

The Turian bristled and shook his head, “I had an open shot, there was no time to think about it. I took the initiative. And no one was hurt, were they?”

“Not this time,” Shepard spat, “But next time you decide to break bad up in this bitch, you don’t do it without me, got it?”

The Turian looked lost, “And you are? I should care why?”

“Commander Shepard!” Dr. Michel gasped, throwing herself into Shepard’s arms, “Thank God you came in time.”

The Turian shrugged and said out loud to no one who was listening, “I was here first.”

Shepard smiled and hugged Michel’s cushy body to her. She grabbed a handful of her ass and dove into her mouth with a tongue-filled kiss. Michel squeaked in a way that turned Shepard on. Dammit, why did this gorgeous looking Turian have to be here right now? She could have planted Michel face first into the floor and been plowing her in the sweet parts by now.

“I missed you.” Shepard whispered in her ear, “I missed your sweet, pink pussy on my tongue.”

Michel shuddered, feeling Shepard nibble on her ear and her fingers digging into the crack of her ass, trying to work their way against her orifice even through her work pants. “Shepard, we talked about this.”

“I forgot some of the details.” Shepard whispered back. “We’ll have to go over them again. At your place?”

Michel swallowed, “That…uh…that would work.”

It was then that Ashley and Kaiden approached. “They’re all dead, Skipper.” Said Ashley.

“Thank you, cunt-breath.” Shepard snapped, “I don’t leave bitches alive unless I plan on doing something especially nasty.”

“I’d hate to see what you consider nasty, Shep.” Kaiden said.

“Oh, I find a lot of things nasty: Dating, toddlers, Turian assholes. Seriously, scaly, you Turians have the most fucked up backdoor ever to crawl out of evolution’s womb. No wonder there’s no Turians who do anal. Who are you, anyway?”

The Turian flashed a confused look and clicked his mandibles. “You’re kidding, right? Commander Shepard, we met each other a few hours ago.”

“That’s Garrus, Shep.” Kaiden said.

Shepard laughed, “Oh, right! Fuck me stupid. Garrus, we were looking for you.”

Garrus shrugged her ruthless conversation skills off and said, “Let me guess: you couldn’t nail Saren to the wall and it’s eating you up.”

Shepard snapped her fingers, “I like you. Right on the money.”

“Well, lucky for you, Commander. I knew that would happen and it drives me crazy. No one is above the law, not even Spectres!”

“Don’t harsh my buzz, Garrus.” Shepard said, her fingers digging deftly into Michel’s shorts despite her soft protests, “You went rouge? Pretty ballsy for a C-sec officer. I figured most of you guys were beat cops and desk jockeys.”

“Not this beat cop. I got a solid lead on a Quarian who came here with some information when I stumbled across those thugs shaking down Dr. Michel.”

The four of them turned their gaze on Dr. Michel, who only held up her hands and said, “Look, telling you guys anything I know without an official warrant or an offer of protection would violate a lot of medical confidentiality laws if I said anything. You’re asking me to--AAGH!”

Michel yelped as Shepard shoved her hand into Michel’s pants, fingers weaving through the panties and into her slit. Immediately, Shepard’s fingers probed her entrance while fondling her clit. Dr. Michel gasped in shock, her hands clutching Shepard’s wrist in an effort to keep Shepard from essentially molesting her in front of three total strangers, but Shepard had a strength that defied her size and nothing would stop her fingers in their moist, delicious task.

Shepard turned back to Garrus and said, "Watch this shit. Five fingers of fury vs professional constitution. Who do you think will win?"

"Uh..." Garrus stammered., quite unsure of what he was seeing.

Behind her, Shepard's fingers fucked Dr. Michel furiously. Her legs crossed, knees bent and she leaned forward with eyes rolling empty upwards as she tried to fight against the strength of Shepard's fingers, but it was clearly a losing effort. Dr. Michel was a lovely woman, a professional through and through, but in Shepard’s hands she was a helpless, stammering, lusty old maid. No mater what denial she brought up, Shepard could destroy it with a smile, a kiss, and a pair of bedroom eyes.

"S-shep-she-shepARD! Pleaaaaase! AAH!"

"Please?" Shepard asked. "You want more? Sure thing.” She spun back to Garrus, Ashley, and Kaiden, “Now, this is what I want: we're trying to nail a corrupt Spectre named Saren. Anything or anyone that gets between me and him is gonna get leveled like a motherfucker."

Shepard turned to Garrus, "That cocksucker Harkin said you were chasing a lead on Saren."

Garrus nodded, "Word came through that Fist is looking for a Quarian with info on Saren. So I came down here and found Dr. Michel being shook down by Fist's thugs. Uh...are you alright, Dr. Michel?"

Michel quivered and trembled. "Y-y-y-y-yes-s-s-s, O-o-o-o-o-oh!"

"Bitch is fine." Shepard said, "Her cunt takes a flicking and keeps on dripping. What could a Quarian know that we don't?"

"Secrets get traded almost as much as currency around the Citadel." Garrus noted, "If I had to guess, I'd say she was looking for a way to get in touch with the Shadow Broker so she can barter the info off."

Shepard glanced back at Michel, who was doubled over as Shepard's fingers relentlessly fingered her, "Is that right, Doctor ?"

Michel's lips trembled, her body shook, and her mouth opened to emit a sound that went, "U-u-u-uh!"

Shepard grinned and said, "What's that? I couldn't hear you!" her fingers twisted, her skin pinching Dr. Michel and the Doctor 's head jerked back as she bellowed, "OOOOUH!" and Shepard felt a hot gush splash over her hand, flowing past her fingers until a large wet spot darkened Michel's pants.

"I'd forgotten what a squirter you are." Shepard grinned, easing the doctor back into a chair as she pulled her hands back out. She casually licked the moist ejaculate from her fingers as Dr. Michel raised a hand, “Okay…o-okay. She was looking for the Shadow Broker, like you said.”

Shepard scoffed, “Speed up to something we aren’t aware of.”

Michel swallowed, grasping for air after suffering her sudden and somewhat traumatic forced orgasm, “I put her into contact with the only Shadow Broker contact I know: Fist. He sent those thugs to shut me up.”

Garrus stepped in, “Then she’s walking into a trap!”

“Thank you, Admiral Ackbar.” Shepard snapped, “So let’s Nut Up and go fuck some shit up back at Chora’s Den.” Shepard unhooked her shotgun and cocked it, “I’M GONNA ORGASM A BULLET AT THESE MOTHERFUCKERS! LET’S GO!”

“Hang on, Shepard.” Ashley said, holding up a finger.

Shepard spun around and delivered a heel-first roundhouse kick to Ashley’s face, sending her sprawling to the ground. Shepard slapped her face in shock, “OH! Shit! I’m sorry, Ash.” She helped the Gunnery Chief back to her feet, “You can’t cock-block me when I’m in the middle of having a bloodgasm like that, I tend to over-react.”

“No shit.” Ashley growled, staggering to her feet, “What I was trying to say was that Fist isn’t exactly a pushover. He’s got a small, armed militia and he’s holed up in a well-fortified position that gives himself and his crew high ground on all fronts.”

Kaiden leaned in and said, “I think she’s trying to say we could use a little more help than just the three of us.”

“Four of us.” Garrus corrected, brandishing his sniper rifle, “I’m coming too.”

“I’m always up for a four-way.” Shepard smiled, “But I get your drift, Ash. Who do you have in mind?”

“Remember that Krgoan who was trying to pick a fight with the bodyguards?” Ashley asked, “I say we track him down and enlist his help to take down Fist.”

“That won’t be easy.” Kadien said, “Krogan are all over the Citadel.”

Garrus lifted his hand and stepped forward, “Hang on, what did he look like?”

Shepard scratched her chin, “Uh…let’s see. Red Armor, red crest, trio of scars down the whole right side of his face. Bad attitude.”

Garrus scoffed, “Sounds like Wrex. He’s a helluva pain in C-sec’s ass. He’s got a chip on his shoulder a mile wide and a disposition worse than a Thresher Maw. I heard over the com that he was causing some ruckus in the Wards and they were going to bring him in to C-Sec HQ.”

“Well, that settles it, then.” Shepard said, “Let’s go get us a fuckin’ Krogan.”

Shepard walked over to Dr. Michel and shook the scruff of her hair, kissing her on the forehead, “Keep that pussy warm for me, Doc. I’ll be back to claim it later.”

Dr. Michel lifted her hand up weakly, the only sign she could give that she’d heard Shepard.

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There was a special place in Hell for Urdnot Wrex, but the motherfuckers who built it never seemed to have it ready for him whenever he was about to take up residence. Legends had built up around the notorious Krogan: tales of invincibility, deals with the devil, damning accounts of the Krogan’s tactical prowess and unsurpassed rage that was legendary amongst the Krogan clans. The men wanted to be him (or kill him) and the women wanted to bear his offspring.

"Sounds like my kind of shitkicker." Said Shepard with a grin. "Where's he at?"

"C-Sec is currently interrogating him." Garrus noted, tapping his Omni-Tool, "Likely in an effort to get him to stop harassing Fist. Word has come through Intel that the Shadow Broker and Fist are at odds and the Shadow Broker has put a price on Fist's head that he wants Wrex to collect on."

Kaiden cleared his throat, 'Uh, Shep, is this really the kind of guy we want on our team?"

Ashley said, "Yeah, Skipper. We're Alliance Marines, not a rag tag team of mercs and cutthroats."

"We are the most badass outfit in the goddamn universe." Shepard said, "But Team Awesome is always accepting applications for our next member. A fuckin' Krogan legend sounds like a fantastic addition. Besides, Ash, it was your idea to recruit him. Don‘t pussy out now."

Ashley elbowed Shepard jokingly, "Skipper, you gonna fuck him too?"

Shepard elbowed Ashley back as hard as she could, making he Gunnery Chief double over hard before finally puking at her feet. Shepard sneered, "Bitch, I'll fuck who I wanna fuck."

Shepard snapped off her codpiece and flung her privates out into the open. As Ashley was bent over, trying to recover from Shepard's gut check, she felt her underarmor yanked down as Shepard un-clothed her in a single swipe and shoved her forward.

"Skipper!" Ashley cried out, but only had time to put her hands on the elevator glass as Shepard gracelessly rammed her dick into Ashley from behind. With no preamble or foreplay, Shepard fucked Ashley hard, her hands gripping the Gunnery Chief's hips hard as she bucked her hips forward and groaned, "Uuuh, SHIT! This NEVER gets old!"

Garrus's mandibles dropped and he looked back and forth between the copulating women and Kaiden, who stared impassively. "Are you gonna tell them they can't do that in the public elevators?"

"Nope." Kaiden said, crossing his arms and leaning back against the wall.

"You're just going to watch them, aren't you?" Garrus asked.

"I'll join if she wants me to." Kaiden said, then looking to the startled Turian, "Why? You wanna join or just watch?"

Garrus adjusted something on his Omni-Tool and aimed it at Shepard's thrusting hips, "I'm good."

"Footage for later?"

"Potential evidence."

Kaiden snorted, "Right. Whatever floats your boat, man."

Garrus merely mumbled a non-answer as he filmed Shepard fucking Ashley hard. Their hips smacked together with a resounding 'CLAP CLAP CLAP!" that echoed in the elevator. Garrus looked up at the elevator camera--which he knew was pointed down at the two women--and stepped out of the line of sight so at the very least he might not be seen in the shot for too long. Although, knowing C-sec like he did, they were probably all standing around the monitor and either recording it to their own Omni-Tools or staring at the screen with a hand in their pocket. Oh, they would call C-sec alright, but only after the elevator landed and they were long gone just so they could say they notified a patrol about indecent exposure and sex in public. Garrus knew damn well Shepard and Ashley weren’t the first people to take advantage of the elevators in the Citadel.

Ashley begged for Shepard, who reached over and pulled back on her length of silky black hair. Shepard grunted and growled, fucking Ashley like a silverback gorilla mounting a prize catch. "Lemmie hear ya squeal!" Shepard snarled, "Squeal like a bitch for me!"

Ashley cried out and orgasmed, seemingly on command. A hot splash of cum jetted into Shepard's bulging ballsack, drenching their coupling. Shepard repaid her with a final groan and emptied her sack into Ashley's cunt.

Shepard sighed, her eyes rolling upwards as her mouth curled into a delighted smile. Who knew living in the shoes of a man could be so satisfying? She had lived with a cock for less than a day and yet nothing sated her urge to slam it into every passing wet hole she saw. Combined with the thought of charging into Chora’s Den guns blazing and she was looking at making her trip to the Citadel a Best Day Ever.

Ashley collapsed to her knees, feeling Shepard’s fluids run out of her as she fought to breath normally following such an immediate and impromptu orgasm. “You’re lucky…you’re such a…good fuck…uh, Skipper.”

Shepard deftly snapped her codpiece back on. “Goddamn, right. Now suit up, bitch. We got work to do.” She saw Kaiden and Garrus watching her silently.

Garrus cleared his throat, “So…that just happened.”

“You get used to it.” Kaiden offered, “The Commander is a little on the bent side. Nothing is normal when she’s around. Expected the unexpected. Etc, etc etc…”

Garrus was saved from a further awkward moment when the elevator finally came to a halt. Shepard smiled, looking at Ashley’s bare ass as she tried to fix her armor back into place. “You know, I think I’m starting to enjoy these fuckin’ elevator rides. Let‘s just hope we can find that Krogan before too long.”

The elevator doors whisked open to reveal a massive Krogan standing with his back to the elevator doors, staring down a firing squad of C-sec officers. One of them yelled, “Stand down, Wrex! We don’t want to hurt you, but-”

“Hurt me?” The krogan laughed, “I wanna see you try.”

Shepard and Garrus shared a quick glance. Garrus nodded to her and Shepard reached out, wrapped her arms around Wrex’s waist, and then yanked him backwards into the elevator. Garrus had his hands on the close button as soon as Wrex was inside. The slack-jawed C-sec officers only had time to look surprised before Shepard yelled to them as t he doors were shutting, “Thanks, guys! We’ll take it from here!”

The doors shut and the elevator began it’s slow descent upwards.

Wrex propped himself up on his elbows and saw three humans and a Turian regarding him cautiously. “I didn’t need your help!”

“No, but we need yours.” Shepard said, hands on hips, “We’re going after Fist and word is that you’re looking to do the same.”

“I owe Fist a few extra breathing holes.” Wrex replied, “And not just because I was hired to take him down. He’s been a thorn in my side more than once. This time is different. This time he crossed the wrong man and that man is sending me to take Fist down.”

“What’d he do?” Kaiden asked.

“Betrayed the Shadow Broker. Word is a Quarian came to Fist on the run from someone. Said she’d exchange info to Fist in exchange for a safe place to hide.”

“What info?” Ashley asked.

“Proof of a connection between Saren and the Geth.”

“Well then,” Shepard said, “Looks like we could use one another. We need that Quarian and the info she’s carrying.”

Wrex raised his hand, “Team up?”

Shepard clasped his hand and pulled him to his feet. “You bet your fuckin’ ass it’s a team up. We’ll help you get Fist so long as you help us secure that Quarian’s info. Name’s Shepard. Commander Shepard of the Alliance Marines.”

Wrex’s red eyes widened ever so slightly. “Shepard? Heard of you.”

“I’ve heard of you too, Wrex. Between the two of us, there isn’t anything this universe can throw at us.” Shepard smiled, gripping Wrex’s hand as hard as she could.

Ashley, freshly adorned with her armor in place, leaned over to Garrus and Kaiden and whispered, “Why do I feel like she’s just jinxed us?”

Kaiden shrugged, “That’s just your fear of future bouts of public nakedness and wanton fornication. Trust me, it vanishes in time.”

Garrus stared at Kaiden and said, “There’s something very wrong with you people.”


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Author’s Note: HA! Finally got this one done and over with. Sorry for the long delay between chapters, I just couldn’t find time between work and working out to get this done. Next chapter: the Showdown at Chora’s Den.