Praise Jack
Epilogue: Big Things Are Coming
It had been one of the most painful shuttle rides of Miranda's life. The two of them across from her, Jack resting her head on Shepard's shoulder, she and Shepard making those big sappy eyes at each other. It was disgusting.
As soon as she stepped back on the ship, Miranda called out to EDI to begin launching probes at Salvation and see what minerals could be found.
"Salvation," she muttered to herself, "That name turned out to be a load of bollocks."
"Miss Lawson," EDI intoned, "I have an urgent message from Yeoman Chambers. She wanted to see you as soon as you got back to the ship."
What could Kelly want? Miranda thought to herself as she made her way to the yeoman's office. Kelly was behind her desk when Miranda arrived, her face flushed.
"What's the problem, Kelly?" Miranda said.
"Could you please shut the door?" Kelly said, her voice sounding strained.
Miranda triggered the door and took a seat opposite Kelly. "So what's going on?"
"While you were down on the surface of the planet," Kelly said, "Something... something happened. Something I can't quite explain. There's been... some odd developments."
"Kelly, what do you mean? Should I get Commander Shepard in here?"
Kelly's eyes widened. "No, no! It's... not something he can help with. Miranda, we're friends, aren't we?"
"Of course we are, Kelly."
"And I can trust you with things? If I bring you a problem, you can help me out, right?"
Miranda smiled at her. "Kelly, you know I'm here to help. Whatever the problem is, just tell me and I'll do whatever I can."
"Okay," Kelly said, and rose to her feet. Miranda watched in shock as Kelly started unfastening her pants.
"Kelly, wait, what are you..."
Reaching down in her pants, Kelly pulled out the gigantic cock that was now attached to her hips and let it slam down onto her desk with a loud and wet thump. Droplets of some fluid sprayed off it with the impact and struck a horrified Miranda in the face.
"I need to stick this thing in a pussy," Kelly exclaimed, "And I need to do it right fucking now!"
Miranda's first instinct was to scream, until her nose picked up a smell coming from the massive rod. The same smell drifting up from the fluids that had sprayed her in the face. Tenatively, she reached out her tongue to taste, and she smiled.
"Well," Miranda said as she rose to her feet, her hands going to the zipper of her jumpsuit. "Who am I to refuse a friend in need?"
And at the exact same moment Miranda's clothes hit the ground, a message arrived in her inbox.
"Told you I'd make it up to you!
Kisses, the Former Supreme Bitch Goddess"