Modifications

Announcement: Eh not sure how to put this. But chapter 2 is well on the way! I should have it done sometime in the next couple of days barring any serious trouble with writing it. Sorry for the long delay, ran into a few snags with writing it, (This is my seventh attempt at part 2 i'm working on now >.< )

This is why I should never write at 3am and when i'm half asleep.

That said, i did finish it in just a couple of hours last night. So i figured 'what the hell' Upload it and share. It's not that great in my opinion. But it came out, alright. Might be worth a read.

Hope you all enjoy.

Modifications
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Miranda was busy at her computer like always when the door opened and Shepard stormed in. “Commander, what can I do for you?” She offered by way of greeting, not even looking up as she continued tapping away at the keyboard.

Instead of taking a seat like she normally did, Melina crossed her arms and scowled, the anger obvious for anyone that was actually paying attention, Miranda of course, wasn’t. “An explanation…NOW!” She snapped, finally getting the Cerberus agent to look at her.

At first she was confused, the commander’s face was as red as her hair and the scars that dotted her cheeks and neck were even more orange then usual. Though considering she’d only been up and walking for a few days it wasn’t surprising they hadn’t fully healed. Something else though was causing them to flare up, most likely whatever was pissing her off.

‘For what exactly? You just came barging in here and started shouting, I’ve no clue what you’re talking about.” Miranda replied evenly, a sly smile forming; she had a rough idea, but was playing dumb for now to ensure she was on the right track.

“You know damned well what!” Shepard growled, her hands suddenly slamming into the table with a bang, Miranda didn’t even flinch. “You said you rebuilt me…Nothing about this though.” She snarled, though still assumed Miranda knew what she was talking about and refused to openly state it, or even point her in the right direction.

Shrugging slightly, Miranda slowly stood and circled around to the side of her desk, as she often did when Shepard paid her a visit. Unlike the other times however, Melina picked up on a noticeable sway to her hips, something she was either doing for the first time, or that she just was picking up on now. maybe it was something to do with her recent discovery…

Pushing the thought aside, she slowly retreated back a step and crossed her arms once more, another scowl creasing her brow as she felt a strange tug on her mind, and her eyes briefly wandered the woman’s body for a moment before snapping back to her face. “Really commander, If you’re having trouble with the implants I’m sure we can get you checked out, but I can’t help if you don’t explain what’s wrong.”

Shepard slowly inhaled a deep, calming breath, before letting it out just as slowly. One part of her wanted to close her fingers around the Cerberus dogs neck and wring the life out of her. Another part wanted to pin her to the table and see just how *perfect* her body really was.

Her face gained another flash of red. But for a different reason, she really didn’t know what was provoking those thoughts. But it wasn’t normal. “I’m referring to the recent…Audition to my body, care to explain?” She finally asked, her eyes half closing as she attempted to maintain control of her voice. Despite her anger, she managed to keep her voice level for the time being.

“Ahh…So you’re, not happy?” Still playing innocent. Miranda slowly shifted back to sit on the edge of her desk, and smirked to herself when she noted a slight twitch at the corner of Melina’s eye, she deliberately shifted her weight, spreading her legs just slightly and revealing the fact that her uniform was quite form fitting, giving quite a view. One that Shepard was determined to not look at. “I thought a woman of you’re…Tastes would jump at the opportunity for something like that.”

Shepard opened her mouth to argue. Before snapping it shut again and pausing to think. “What do you mean, tastes?” She finally blurted out, the question going unanswered, and to Miranda that was all she needed to hear.

“With all due respect commander. We both know about you’re, companion Dr T’Soni.” She noted a slight stiffening at that, but pressed on. “Like I said, a person of you’re tastes.”

Melina was silent for a long moment, before she slowly advanced a step forwards. Miranda didn’t move for now, though she did angle her head back just slightly to indicate she was growing uncomfortable with the sudden closeness.

Melina didn’t move back though. She was torn between two ideas. The first was getting a full explanation out of Miranda. After all, her recent discovery hadn’t been their initially, it had cropped up just a few minutes ago, so clearly it wasn’t a permanent modification But on the other, in that regard, who knew how long it would last, and right now she really wanted to test out the surprisingly interesting discovery.

Licking her lips, she offered a cruel smile as she locked eyes with the Cerberus agent again. “So you’re saying you did this to me, so I could, indulge myself huh?” She asked quietly, her voice suddenly taking on a seductive edge.

“I…I suppose that’s one way of looking at it.” Miranda responded, her voice wavering slightly as she suddenly realized she didn’t like where this was going. For all her playing and teasing, she hadn’t expected Shepard to warm to the idea so quickly, or in such a manner.

Before she could say or do anything else, Melina uncrossed her arms and suddenly they were resting on Miranda’s hips, her smile suddenly turned into a grin. “Well then…Suppose i’ll just have to take you up on that, won’t I?” Again she tried to speak, but was cut short by Shepard’s lips abruptly pressing against her own.

Miranda’s eyes widened in shock at the sudden kiss, though after a moment she found her body reacting instinctively and began to return it. One of the commander’s hands began to slowly trace up and down her side, idly exploring her ribs through the leather of her uniform. Now and then she’d shift inwards and trace along the side of her breast, before retreating. Once or twice she gasped at the sudden touch, but soon grew used to it and fell silent.

Once again, Shepard went on the attack, her tongue easily forcing its way past the agents lips and into her mouth. By then all resistances had faltered and her lips parted further to give her full access, and in turn her own tongue came into play and began tangling with Melina’s. Resulting in a muffle moan. Miranda wasn’t given a moment’s reprieve however. For no sooner had the kiss began to progress, but she found herself being pulled forwards to the edge of her desk, Shepard’s body eagerly pressing against hers and in turn the commander made sure to shift and move slightly, grinding their breasts together and forcing another gasp out of her.

By now she knew exactly what Shepard was talking about, without any doubt. The new position allowed her to feel the very noticeable bulge pressing against her inner thigh. To say she was surprised was an understatement, just that feeling alone indicated it was beyond her expectations.

Finally, Melina broke the kiss, her breath now coming in pants as she leaned back enough to give them both a moment to breath. “Didn’t think you’d be into this…” Shepard commented, a grin forming as she began toying with the zip that on the front of Miranda’s jacket. “Can’t complain though. Just makes this all the easier.”

At first, she toyed with setting the record straight. Honestly she wasn’t into this kind of women. But Shepard, she was willing to make an exception for. She didn’t say anything though, for now, instead watching eagerly as her jacket was slowly opened, Melina wasn’t in any rush as she slowly moved the zipper downwards, revealing more and more of Miranda’s body and bra a tantalizing inch at a time.

Shepard couldn’t hide her excitement and approval as she finally finished and the jacket slid open. Miranda certainly was beautiful. But she was no Liara. In her mind, the asari was perfection, Miranda came a close second though.

Pushing the thought aside, she instead began kissing her way down the agents body, starting with her cheek, then neck, which she paused to playfully nip, then down her shoulder and towards her breasts, still hidden beneath her barely hiding anything bra.

Miranda simply leaned back, her hands coming to rest on the table to prop her up, and let Shepard do as she pleased. Their was little point resisting, after all she was already aroused and wanted this as much as Melina, so why not see it through and enjoy herself too?

Melina’s hands once again found their way to Miranda’s hips and began toying with the rest of her outfit in an attempt to remove it and expose the rest of her to the commanders roaming eyes and lips. Meanwhile Shepards downward trek had halted as the annoying black fabric of Miranda’s underwear had gotten in her path.

Smiling deviously, she playfully ran her teeth along the top of her breast, causing the agent to gasp again, before she carefully hooked them under the edge of the bra and began to pull it away and downwards. Her hands were busy elsewhere, so why not try something else?

Once that was out of the way, she paused to copy the motion on the other side. Before leaning back slightly to admire her work. By some miracle she’d actually been able to moved the undergarment downwards, exposing Miranda’s sizeable chest. Which Melina noted with only a hint of jealousy, that she was bigger then herself. Even if only a little, it was still annoying.

Then again, the bitch had almost paraded the fact that she was *perfect in every way* so it shouldn’t have come as much of a surprise to find she was well endowed, most men went for that sort of thing after all.

Putting the thought from her mind, she instead moved up and idly flicked her tongue across one, then the other nipple, before closing her lips around one and sucking gently on it. Causing several weak gasps and moans to escape the agent.

It was entertaining to say the least, listening to her sounds of pleasure even this early on. Though it was only the beginning, already she could feel her hands making progress, and Miranda’s body shifting slightly to let her move the clothing down her legs. She had plenty more in store for her new self appointed second in command…

Whether it was her plan, or just luck, Melina stopped her efforts and focused solely on exploring the Cerberus agents body once her pants had reached her knees, this ensuring she couldn’t move easily, thus making it easier for Shepard to act without any repercussions, at least not initially.

That done, she turned her attention to removing her own clothing, the simple uniform she wore being held together by only a few buttons here and their. It only took a few seconds to shrug the orange colored shirt off, she never bothered with anything beneath. Though as she carefully slid the matching pants down her thighs, she heard Miranda gasp, and a smirk formed as they both spotted exactly what Shepard had been angered by a few minutes prior.

Due to Miranda’s constant teasing before hand, and in turn the last few heated moments, her newly discovered shaft was already hard and prepared for use. While the agent wasn’t surprised in the slightest by this revelation, it was more the fact that It was bigger then she’d anticipated.

What had angered Melina was less the fact that she know had something she shouldn’t, rather that it hadn’t been their upon her initial revival. It had only been revealed when she’d been practicing her biotics. Thus she had a feeling they were connected somehow. But that was why she was here, she wanted answers, why she had it, why it showed up now, and just what exactly could she do with it.

And Shepard was more then happy to fuck the questions out of Miranda if she had to. Or just do so for the fun of it. Either way she’d get her answers, and enjoy every moment.

She noted the expression of shock and unease that had crept onto Miranda’s normally calm face, and offered a grin as she briefly followed her gaze down to her new member, before snapping back to the woman’s face. “Care to explain now?”

Whether she was still distracted, or maybe she knew what would happen next and wanted it Shepard couldn’t say, but whatever the case, Miranda didn’t respond, and she took matters into her own hand. “Suit yourself.” She purred quietly, before a hand lightly traced up the inside of her leg, and easily pulled her panties aside, this would be fun indeed…
Miranda still refused to respond, so Melina slowly shifted her body forwards and pressed the head of her shaft against her outerlips, resulting in a shiver and weak whimper of, either fear or excitement, maybe both, to escape the agent as she began slowly moving it up and down against her netherlips.

Damn she could feel everything; this was weird, but not unpleasant. It would take some getting used to be sure. She had to bite her lip to silence herself as she shifted her weight forwards and forced the head of her length past Miranda’s outerlips. Both of them tensed slightly at the sudden rush of feelings. “Perfect indeed.” She whispered into the woman’s ear, before slowly closing her lips around the edge and playfully nibbling on her ear, causing the agent to shiver again.

Slowly, Shepard eased another inch into Miranda’s depths. Despite herself, she couldn’t help but marvel at how amazing everything was, how tight Miranda’s body was, the way her insides gripped her shaft like a glove and stimulated every inch of her body as she carefully pushed deeper. Maybe this was part of her *perfect body* as she was constantly raving on about, but this, combined with that the fact that she’d never had the ability to experience anything like this before, certainly made for an interesting encounter.

“Feel like talking now?” Shepard asked quietly after prying her lips from Miranda’s ear. As with before, she was met with only pants and gasps. A smile formed as she slowly shifted her hands to grip the woman’s waist once again. Every time she asked and was met with nothing, it gave her a reason to go again.

After sucking in a deep breath, she roughly thrust forwards, burying herself deep inside Miranda and forcing a yelp of surprise and possibly pain to escape her, Shepard, having planned ahead, simply gasped at the rush of delight, and froze for a moment to grow used to the new sensations.

“Seems you’re little *upgrade* isn’t working out the way you wanted, hmmm?” She offered another grin as she began to inch backwards, before thrusting forwards again, resulting in another gasp from them both.

Miranda was strangely still keeping her mouth shut, maybe she was enjoying this more then Melina had first thought. Or maybe she just had nothing to say. Either way, she really didn’t care anymore; it was just an excuse at this point to keep going.

Gripping Miranda’s hips tightly, she let instinct take over and began moving her hips slowly back and forth. While she’d never had the opportunity to do this, she’d been in similar situations before; she just lacked a real shaft to experience it with.

She could hear Miranda’s already rapid breathing growing faster, and her gasps and moans were coming more frequently. Not that Shepard was silent in all this, a gasp or moan would escape her just as often, though she was taking care to bite her lip and keep quiet as much as possible.

As she worked her shaft in and out of Miranda’s nethers, she felt one leg coil around hers, essentially holding her in place, soon after the agents hands were on her sides, one idly tracing up and down her ribs, the other simply remaining in place.
Several thrusts followed, before Shepard shivered, the familiar build up of pleasure was getting to her, it was different, obviously thanks to the change in her body, but at the same time she recognized the signs, and decided to use this as the next piece of ammo for her *interrogation*.

“Last chance Miranda. Either you start talking…Or we see just how effective this thing really is.” She growled suggestively into her ear, a smirk forming as she noted the woman’s pale cheeks rapidly turn pink at the realization.

Still however, aside for a loud moan as Melina delivered a hard thrust, she refused to speak. “Very well…” She shuddered again as she noted the leg coiled around hers tightened, she wasn’t allowed to stop it seemed. Nor did she plan to.

She barely lasted a minute longer, before finally burying as much of her member as she could into Miranda’s depths. A long, drawn out moan escaped them both as Shepard felt her orgasm reach it’s peak, and judging by the Cerberus bitch’s insides suddenly growing tighter then before and milking her for everything she had, she wasn’t the only one hitting the edge.

That only made the intense rush of pleasure all the better. Miranda had been nothing but a pain in her ass from the moment they’d met, always bossing her around and getting her back up. It was good to finally find a use for her…Aside from a verbal punching bag of course.

Whatever the hell Cerberus, or more accurately, Miranda had done to her, she found little to complain about. She was more interested in why and how it worked. Having not shown up for the first few days of her new life, it was hard to judge whether it was slow acting, or whether her body only changed during certain times.

Seeing as Miranda was being tight lipped about it. She had two options. Find a different plan of attack, one less pleasant for the agent, or give up and work things out on her own.

Panting heavily, she slowly drew backwards, easing her shaft out a slow inch at a time. Miranda finally removed her hands and leg, and let her step back to catch her breath. Once she’d recovered enough, Shepard was only mildly surprised to see Miranda simply moving to retrieve her clothes from the floor.

“I hardly see how that was necessary. Especially if all you wanted was information.” Miranda finally broke the silence as she shakily stood and began searching for her discarded jacket and pants which had somehow been tossed aside during the moment.

“Not like you said no…Besides it was information you refused to give me.” Shepard mumbled, crossing her arms and making no attempt to find her own clothing. Her eyes casually followed Miranda, eying her figure as she once again put a deliberate sway into her step.

She hesitated only for a moment, before grinning evilly and slowly moving behind the agent once again. If she was so determined to keep her mouth shut, then she’d find a way to loosen that tongue of hers through a different means.

Her gaze shifted downwards as Miranda casually bent over to grab her pants, whether this was intentional or not Shepard really didn’t care, all she knew was the woman’s behind that was impossible for even her to ignore considering how often she put it on display, proudly almost. Either way she was getting a nice show, and intended to make the most of it.

Melina’s grin only grew wider when a loud gasp was heard as one hand came down with a n audible slap on the woman’s ass. Before she could even blink Miranda was upright and glaring at her. Shepard simply chuckled. “Hey, you were asking for it.” She said with a laugh, before simply moving away to find her own clothes. “You got thirty seconds to tell me what I want to know…Or I’ll be back here tomorrow for another round…I’ve plenty of ideas left to drag what I want out of you…” She let the *threat* hang in the air. And once she was dressed, and Miranda was still being tight lipped, she simply shrugged and moved to the door. “Tomorrow it is.” She grinned for a moment, before vanishing from the room.

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((Yeah i edited in a couple of things when i was spell/grammar checking it today. Mostly leaving enough open for a part 2 and possible follow up with other characters.

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