Celebration

Author’s Note: I’ve added a bit to the chapter and revised it, because it is no longer 2 in the morning, and I have no excuse for bad grammar and pronoun-gender slip-ups. Hurr hurr hurr.

ADDENDUM: Please be aware that this story contains what the tags says it does. If you don't like non-con, stop here.

I have already unwittingly traumatized one innocent internet-goer with this fic. Please. Think of the children.

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Legion had claimed not to be capable of anger, but anyone who had watched the geth, and watched it carefully, knew that it could at the very least feel frustration or irritation. A quick jerk of its face-plates often betrayed the emotion. Legion was irritated now.

An orange sheen covered its body, originating from the glowing omni-tool on Tali’Zorah’s arm. The geth was silently lifting her up onto the bench that lined the back of the AI core. Legion recalled waking up there when Commander Shepard had brought it aboard. Tali settled back, and Legion squeezed one round, feminine buttock with a three-fingered hand, which made her wriggle and draw her knees up and together shyly.

...which was a bit absurd, seeing as she was the one making it do this.

It had happened very quickly. Legion had been standing in its usual place, going over information collected from their victory over the Collector base. The rest of the crew was celebrating. Legion had stayed a little while to observe their behavior, logging it away for later analysis. It had been processing the cultural importance of the game “limbo” when Tali’Zorah had sashayed in. Legion had drawn one-third of its processes to observe her as she turned, omni-tool flaring. The holographic display over the door had gone red.

That had drawn the attention of approximately two-thirds of Legion’s total runtimes. Tali had turned, and there was a slight unsteadiness in her stance that suggested the female was somewhat inebriated. “Tali’Zorah--”

And, with a wave of her hand, she’d shut it up. Legion had gone immobile, help helplessly still as the wireless juggernaut of Tali’s formidable omni-tool seized control of its processes. It had never been hacked before. The sensation of losing control of one’s motor functions was alarming enough, but as the program began to worm its way through the geth’s gestalt consciousness, warping its perception of the world around it--what was friend, what was foe--control was being taken from its own processes and surrendered to the Omni-tool--no, it couldn’t happen like this--Legion wondered if this was what fear was like...

But Tali checked its progress, and the infiltration halted. She didn’t want to destroy Legion’s mind. She just wanted it to do what she said. Legion felt the control of the inner sanctum of its electrically-galvanized thoughts returned to it, but the omni-tool stubbornly governed its body. The quarian had unsteadily closed the different between them and slid her hands to its shoulders.

And that had led to this.

Legion felt the omni-tool tugging its hands up to her knees, which it forcibly spread. While it couldn’t speak or control its active functions, its passive functions were still functioning, and it detected a spike in her heart rate at the gesture. Legion stepped forward against the bench, curling its fingers around her knees. With a yank, it dragged Tali towards it, and she stifled a yelp as her groin was brought flush with Legion’s midsection.

Another spike in heart rate. Her breathing was quickening. Legion was also equipped to monitor quarian biochemistry, and at such a proximity, it confirmed that Tali was quite drunk at the moment, and her bloodstream was also being flooded with chemicals that corresponded with a heightened state of quarian arousal. A significant amount of blood flow was being diverted to her reproductive interface, as well.

The bigger tip-off as to what Tali had in mind came from her helmet, her accented voice only lightly slurred through her speaker, “‘I… will have sex with you.”

Legion would have liked to reply that such was impossible.

“‘S not impossible. You know... you know. You. Know.” She pushed against its midsection with an easy roll of her hips. “I bet the overseers used to do it.”

Legion briefly contemplated running a check for such activity the next time it was given access to contact the rest of the geth.

“Just got.. bored.” Her hands were roaming over its shoulders, squeezing the slick twisted cords of its arms. “Spent all day looking. You look like... almost like a quarian, you know? And one day, one day the overseer, she’s all alone, an’ she’s bored, an’ she’s excited ‘cos she just saved the galaxy again, you understand...”

Tali was quite talkative when she was inebriated. She was also telling a very odd story that Legion doubted corresponded with known catalogued events in quarian history.

“An’, an’ dammit she deserves. A little. Attention.” She sat up and pressed her front against Legion, still rolling her hips with a controlled fluidity that was impressive given her current intoxication. “Mmm.”

Legion felt its hands moving to return the embrace, traveling low over her back, cupping her bottom and roughly jerking her against it. She gave another happy squeal. She stopped babbling and, reaching behind the geth, brought her hand to her omni-tool’s interface and rapidly tapped away at it.

The field covering Legion’s body shimmered and hummed for a moment, and then went back to normal.

“There! All clean!” Tali leaned back to reach down, popping the seals at the juncture of her legs and setting about opening her suit there. Legion watched, utterly immobile, as she fumbled awkwardly with the folds of thick rubber and cloth, and finally slumped back against the wall, her slim form a limp curve, laughing at her own clumsiness. “I can’t even...”

Legion felt its hand compelled to help her out, spreading the fabric with two fingers and, using the steel points of the thumbs of each hand, pushing her flesh to spread her nether lips a bit. Her labia was dark purple and swollen against the pale lavender of the rest of her skin. Only a slim strip of her body was exposed before it vanished into the rubbery clasp of her envirosuit.

She shivered at the feeling of being open and exposed to the cool air of the AI core.

Legion watched as its right hand moved to grip her flesh tighter, forcing her lips apart even further, until she was utterly exposed to it. The geth knew that her skin would bruise under the unyielding metal of its fingers, but the roughness with which it moved was not its idea. Was this what she wanted?

She was panting now, her voice rough through the filter of her helmet, and it hadn’t even properly touched her. When it finally obliged, sinking one finger into the quarian, it was as if that simple action had released a flood of sensation. She wriggled enthusiastically, driving its finger further up into her body and whimpering her approval. Another finger was added, and she responded with even more vigor, bucking her hips jerkily against the invading digits.

“Keelah! Yes, ah, Legion, you’re so cold,” she gasped breathlessly. Her tone of voice suggested this was a good thing, much to Legion’s confusion. The omni-tool flared, and it felt its digits curling, pressing against a rough nub buried in the ventral wall of her vagina. Quarian clitorises were internal, and only emerged in a state of arousal. She had to have been thinking of this for a long time for her to be this ready to go. She responded with a cry, her back arching painfully and one hand coming up to roughly squeeze her own breast through the material of her envirosuit.

Legion’s free hand slipped to the small of her back to support her. Her visored head was lolling on her shoulder. Legion’s right hand pulled away from her, and then slid back in, a quick, rough gesture that earned another cry and jerk from the drunk quarian currently writhing under its ministrations.

This was bizarre. Tali had expressed nothing even close to interest since she had met Legion. She had even threatened it, more than once, and had almost shot it in that tense confrontation--in this very room!--before Commander Shepard had intervened. Granted, since that moment of compromise, the geth and the quarian had been able to tolerate one another reasonably well. The data that she had delivered to it had even been very useful.

And they had fought, fiercely, side-by-side, only hours before in the Collector base. Her heart had been pounding like this then, her blood pumping, her body high on adrenaline rather than dopamine, and she had been panting harshly like she was now, only then it had been from behind the barrel of her shotgun as she crouched in cover.

It was ironic that her movements were now a parody of those events, the main difference that she was not currently fighting for her life, but rather being finger-fucked by a hacked geth.

She pulled away from it, pushing herself upright. Legion withdrew its hands at her command, having no other alternative, and silently watched. She folded her legs under her, and then rose up on them, leaning forward and wrapping her arms around its shoulders. She rested the chin of her helmet against the graceful curve of the geth’s neck, so that she was now partly leaning on it, and partly leaning on her knees, which she spread.

Legions hands came up. The right slid under her, beneath her belly, and immediately returned to the slit between her legs, first teasing the engorged petals of flesh open and then sliding the air-cooled, wet digits inside. The left reached out to grasp her still-clothed buttock, squeezing again. She seemed to really like that.

Tali rode its fingers in this new position, and when Legion was obliged to crook the digits again, she wailed, “Legion! Ah, yes, like that, ‘s perfect, yes, yes--” She rose up, shifting her weight off of Legion and onto her knees. She ran her hands over its shoulders, up along the smooth curve of its neck, and rested the front of her visor against the top of its head. It was a strangely intimate gesture, but Tali sort of ruined it when she gasped hoarsely, “Just like that, like a good--mm--good geth…”

Maybe it was a by-product of all the chemicals she’d had surging through her earlier in the day. Maybe the heat of battle, coupled with the shock of survival, had driven her to... celebrate like this. And it wasn’t as if there were anyone else for her to celebrate with. From a strictly logical standpoint, Tali was just as likely to drunkenly seek out Legion as Officer Vakarian, or perhaps O’Donnelly down in engineering. Or perhaps she was deriving a sense of sexual satisfaction from forcing this act, from being the one in control. It wasn’t as if she could hack any other sentient creature on the ship.

Even as it struggled to understand, her vocalizations were becoming louder and increasingly desperate. Legion felt its arm yanking up into her, burying its fingers to the knuckle in warm, wet quarian flesh, and Tali wailed exultantly at the shock of the rough penetration. Her back arched fluidly and she spread her double-bent legs, driving herself down against the invading fingers, her body given strength by its desperation for completion. Her demeanor had changed now. She was close, and she was wirelessly compelling Legion to be rough with her, and despite the fact that she was completely and utterly in control of the situation, there was a pleading note in her voice. This new data only further confused the geth.

She was tense, tense as a bowstring, shivering from the strain of holding the position, and she was gasping the geth’s name, over and over again, like a mantra.

In the split second before Tali’s release, Legion realized that the repetition of its chosen designation was probably significant. Tali’Zorah was reminding herself who was doing this to her, and the very thought of being touched like this by her squad-mate was driving her over the edge.

Oh. Well then. She seemed to be genuinely attracted to it and aroused by the prospect of sexually interfacing with it. One mystery solved.

She wailed as she finally came, jerking spasmodically and tightening her grip on the geth. Her body clenched, fruitlessly milking its fingers, which Legion suddenly found it had the capacity to withdraw. It was startled to discover that approximately 2.563 second ago, it had regained control of its facilities.

It waited until she had relaxed around it, and then it withdrew its fingers, but was unable to step back because Tali was still clinging to it, her entire form sagging with exhaustion. Legion helped arrange her more comfortably on the bench, and she gave a soft, breathy laugh as she settled limply back against the geth’s front. It took a few moments, because the quarian was boneless with alcohol and afterglow, so she didn’t resist when Legion lay her down on the bench. Instead, she curled on her side.

It took Legion a moment to decode the door and return with some antibacterial salves. It rolled Tali over and began to carefully apply such to her exposed flesh. She murmured sleepily when the geth slid a salve-coated finger inside her again, carefully lathering her inner walls, wriggling in a languid way that would probably have made half of the males on Omega extremely uncomfortable. When all preventative measures had been taken, Legion sealed her suit back up.

The next morning, Tali woke with not just a headache, but a backache, which was not normal for a hangover. The discomfort, she suspected, had something to do with the flat and uncomfortable surface she found herself sleeping on. It took her a moment to remember where she was, and she sat bolt upright, straight into the expressionless face of the Normandy’s resident geth.

One of Legion’s upper face plates was raised.

“I... oh, Keelah,” she mumbled, beyond mortified, “I... I was never here, Legion.” She slid off the bench and hurried past the damaged machine. “Just do what you can to--to forget that we--that I--” A suddenly jolt caught her off-kilter and she gasped, stumbling, unsure what had just happened. Before she could gather her bearings, it happened again, and she recognized it as the old, familiar, touchless pleasure of her nerve stimulation program.

Ghostly electronic touches ran up her inner thighs. Her knees wobbled weakly. She saw the door’s holographic display flash red before her. Legion had locked the door.

“Your suit was compromised last night, Tali’Zorah,” She hadn’t even heard Legion approach, but suddenly its hand was hooking around her waist from behind. She felt her heart jump. No, not without alcohol, there was no way she would feel like this if she wasn’t drunk... “We advise close monitoring of your condition until medical staff are able to see you.”

“D-Doctor Chakwas is--nnah!” Another, more powerful jolt knocked her legs out from under her, but Legion caught her and, to her surprise (and faint alarm) scooped her up.

“Doctor Chakwas,” it droned, turning around and trotting back to the bench, “is asleep, suffering the effects of an overindulgence of several types of alcoholic beverage. She will be indisposed for another estimated six hours.” It set her down gently.

Tali sat, rigid, unsure if she were more scared, or embarrassed, or aroused.

“We were unsure as to why you came to us last night, and why you attempted to engage us in intercourse. We suspect that you harbor a genuine attraction for this platform and associated programs.” Legion said. Embarrassment it was, then. “It is an intriguing complication to relations between you, Tali‘Zorah, and us. Further study has been proposed by approximately three-fourths of our current runtimes.”

Tali jerked as the nerve-simulators in her suit blazed to life, and she arched with a sharp cry. Somewhere in her pleasure-addled brain, she supposed that it was only fair that Legion had hacked her suit, since she had hacked Legion’s body. The geth cupped her between her legs, squeezing roughly through the fabric, and Tali writhed under the dual stimulation of electronics and pressure, impossibly thrilled by the idea of a geth, of Legion touching her like this and pleasuring her--

Legion’s single eye was an intense gleam in the dark. “We have reached a consensus.”

It was going to be a long six hours.