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“Why are you such a grumpy ass, Mirai? You got your cure shot, we’re on shore leave, we got ryncol for with the squad, and we’re having such a good moment!” chuckled the squad leader, his carapace barely fused together.

“Yeah… But you said that was a Krogan spot; why is that?”

In his defense, Mirai Drau wasn’t wrong. The Aralakh company was supposed to take a shore leave in the citadel after getting their Genophage shots. He was led to believe it would be at a Krogan-only spot as they delved deeper into the Citadel. Somewhere where they would shoot the shit, rant about Turians, and mainly mock the Salarians who had tried to keep them sterile against all odds.

And yet, the situation was different—way different—as Mirai watched the rest of the crew stripping while surrounded by Turians males. Those pesky birds were rounding them up, sometimes going in small groups between Krogans.

With a glance, he even started to see Turians gripping the Krogans’ exposed quads and dicks, massaging them while they exchanged kisses and drinks.

“Why the fuck are Destro bitches around? We should be between males!” said Mirai as he turned towards his squad leader, who grinned back, his blue eyes glimmering with malice as he, too, stripped. The plates started to drop, the sound silenced by the backdrop until his perfect Krogan body was exposed: healthy hump, wide arms, wider legs to support his body, good thighs… And yet, sporting such a big belly bearing… A sigil that wasn’t Krogan.

“Shut up, Mirai. Let’s have fun,” said Grunt as he raised his legs and exposed his swollen asshole, his little tail, as well as the many tats onto his scales “Krogan Bitch” “Krogan Fuckslot”, and the best “Genophaged Whore.”

Mirai Drau watched this… And nearly dropped his drink. His dick was hard in his pants as he watched that hole… And Grunt gripped his cheeks to expose it, to show that dark-purple rim that winked back and spurted a bit of lube back on the couch.

“Let’s have it before the boys take a turn with us,” chuckled Grunt, pointing the ravenous Turians around, their blue dicks dripping and filling the place with their strange aroma.

“I’ll die before a Turian has a turn with me!” answered Mirai, throwing his glass away and stripping. His body wasn’t as perfect as Grunt, nor as perfectly fit. He had some fat accumulating around his hips and chest. But his dick? The Genophage Cure had turned his quite generous cock into a monster. A slab of meat that was even bigger than Grunt’s.

A slab he pushed within his squad leader's asshole with a delicious growl, feeling the rim suckling on his cock like sweet lips. “Oh… Fuck,” moaned Mirai, feeling that clenching hole tugging his cock and massaging it like delicate hands. It stroked and squeezed and even tried to keep him inside as he started to rock his hips back and forth within Grunt.

“Fu-Fuck… Your ass is good,” moaned Mirai as he felt someone’s hands going on his ass and… Massaging it.

“And it’s only the beginning,” Grunt said as he squeezed his legs shut.

A movement, a single movement followed by increased pressure on Mirai’s dick. A brutal touch, a vice grip that closed on the old Krogan as he felt his younger massage his dick with his sphincter. How? When? Was it possible? Mirai’s eyes shut tight as he ignored everything and even those fingers probing his ass or the cold liquid on them.

He moaned, feeling his cock hit something hard… And yet continued his back and forth. His dick plunged into his squad leader's plump hole. And he growled, grunted even. His body moved independently, motivated by the volition and need to breed. His nuts were heavy and needy, and his cock was about to explode. And-

Something warm filled his ass. Warm, sticky, liquid. It dripped against his cheeks, too. It was… Like jelly, a tad less. But enough to cut Mirai’s focus, to make him lose his grip over his body and sensations. And he cried in surprise, feeling that semen being pumped deeper inside him as he pumped it among Grunt’s hard-shelled eggs.

“W-What?” he mumbled, his orgasm… Almost ruined as he turned his head and saw… A turian. “What the fuck are you-… Uh!”

Mirai stopped in his tracks as he felt the Turian pull out. He gulped as he sensed the strange warmth within his hole. And the cold icy sensation of the Citadel’s sterilized air against his cheeks, against his winking asshole. Against his body.

“Oh- Fuck.”

“First… Turian Pregnancy, right?” chuckled Grunt as he kept his legs open.

For a second, Mirai didn’t move, but he pulled out… He dropped on the couch, on his back, by his Squad leader’s body, watching him grin… And kiss someone else while stroking his belly.

For a moment, the old Krogan didn’t know what to say… He watched his squad leader make out with another Turian who approached, his dick out. Their organs touched, with Grunt being the biggest of the two…

But… With a watery suction, the Turian’s cock disappeared inside Grunt. It disappeared, yet the blue organ bulged through the Krogan’s dick, a faint blue tinge colorating the underside’s bulge as it moved back and forth. Back and forth. Back. And. Forth.

Mesmerized, Mirai didn’t even notice Grunt’s hand going on his hump and dragging him into a kiss as he exhaled right against his earhole.

“Do you want do you know… How it feels?” chuckled the Squad Leader as he snapped, and another Turian appeared. Perhaps more hung than the one Grunt was taking. The gray-scaled Turian winked at Mirai, chuckling too, as his cock dripped with precum. Its scent was strong, intense even, as the poor Krogan watched the guy’s shaft approach his own and… poke it.

It poked around the cockhead, even tugged slightly on Mirai’s foreskin before the tip pressed against his urethra and… Went in!

Mirai screamed! Thrashed! He nearly kicked… Before he noticed it. It didn’t hurt, not at all. Not, it was warm, pleasing… hot. It was akin to discovering another hole, somewhat sweeter and less tense than his ass. And he dropped on the back, feeling the Alien going to town with his dick, fucking and masturbating intermingled within Mirai’s mind.

It was… Warm. And weird. Weirder when he felt Grunt’s hands on his… And guiding them to their stomachs, both. Grunt’s was rigid, filled with eggs and hard… And for Mirai’s, it was soft but warm. Like someone in heat.

“Hhh… What-,” mumbled Mirai, watching his Squad Leader’s devious eyes following as those hands descended and so followed the touch… Their groins were not so different. Their dicks were hard, yet plunged and fucked, force-fed with precum until their prostates were ignited, aflame, raging with fluids and life.

It… Was an odd feeling to sense the precum pushing further and further, tingling the entirety of his prostate and down his quads… Quads he felt heating, all fours within his scrotum. Whereas for his squad leader, only one was as warm… And dense. The others were swollen but almost lukewarm to the touch… A touch Mirai continued as he felt his testes heat up.

“Hehehe… Tonight, the Aralakh… Company is conquered,” chuckled Grunt as his Turian partner grunted… And so did Mirai’s.

Both grunted, and both ejaculated. And in an instant of clarity, Mirai felt it inside and outside. He felt Grunt’s nut grow bigger and bigger, the flesh softening and… cooling down. His squad leader cried, both in pain and pleasure. And so did Mirai as he felt like a massive needle pierce through his left-up quad. His favorite. It hit it from the inside, like something drilling inside. And then, it spread. Warm… yet cold. Painful… Yet Pleasing. Worrisome… yet soothing. Monstruous… yet Natural.

Natural as he watched Grunt’s nuts turn into a bluer shade as he turned to Mirai and kissed him. Kissed the poor old Krogan, still riding the waves of orgasm without thinking about what was happening to him and around him. His eyes drifted from Grunt’s eyes, went over the Aralakh company, fucked by Turians. Mouths, noses, ears, cocks… asses. No hole was spared, and no one dared to speak up against their Squad Leader or the Turians who abused them.

Only remained their blissful moans as their quads seemed to swell and fill up, taking a bluer shade as they swelled… And were conquered. Slowly, tattoos were also etched on the burly Krogans: “Broodwhore”, “Conquered Krogan”, and “Genophaged Slut”.

In Mirai’s mind, within the far depths, he was about to cry in outrage. What was happening to them was perverse and terrible.

And yet… As he turned, it was to see Grunt in the spot where the Turian had been, between his legs.

But his cock wasn’t pointing at Mirai’s urethra but his ass… As if he was about to breed him.

“Let’s pump more Turians soldiers in your Krogan cunt, soldier!”

At this moment… Mirai nodded.