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“What's the schedule? Krogan breaking?" started a voice, completed with clicking mandibles.

“Krogan breaking," confirmed a second as the lab's lights suddenly flashed and blinded everyone inside.

Two Turians stood at the Lab entrance, their demeanor relaxed as they approached the different screens that had been collecting samples and data all night. Yawning, even stretching, scratching their blue-painted gray scales, they looked unbothered by their schedule as they were checking data.

“Something new?" asked the first, almost rubbing shoulder to his colleague while turning his back against their subjects.

“Ah, nothing new. Milk concentration on the rise, sperm on the low, endorphin always there… Oh and prostate health-state dropping."

“Anything about the erection? The commandment wants their new whores soon."

“Still there. How soon?"

“Next week."

“Uh… What about we… Go around the procedures?"

Without even answering, his lab partner snickered as they turned and faced their subjects.

“'Took you long enough to say it."

“Mrphyes!"

Bound inside pods, their arms and legs out of reach, the two Krogans faced the Turians scientists who were already peeling their lab clothes off, watching them with a mixture of frustration and envy… Alas, for the oldest Krogan of the two. Whereas the younger was closer to smiling stupidly, his eyes rolling in their sockets as he bore a pleased expression.

Wrex and Grunt Urdnot… It had been such a lucky catch to get them out of Tuchanka, right here on Palaven, after they went so far in Terminus space. Especially the first as he was rallying the Krogan clans and represented a potential leader for a future insurrection.

In a way, they should have been executed… But it had been a better option to make an example out of them. And they were already one, though not entirely. Not by the commandment standards, who always wanted more: More gold on those perky nipples; more automated injections in those swollen and needy breasts; more fluids pumped directly inside the Krogans' taut bellies to keep them primed and prepared for their arrival. They requested wider toys to stretch their asshole until their groin bulged from the assault.

The more the commandment required, the more the Lab had to provide with tattoos, even barcodes to organize and schedule each change, each new addition on the canvas that were Grunt and Wrex's bodies.

With a grin and a pierced tongue, Grunt licked his lips as tears ran from his eyes as he was bouncing on an enormous dildo that had been abusing his asshole for the last few days… Enough for the hole to no longer hold to it and for the suction noises from his clenching asshole to become a dull pounding. No different for Wrex, who scowled, his nose ring smacking against his lips.

“Well. Are you getting there? The pup and I are waiting," he growled, shaking against his bidding, making the ring through his navel bounce on the stretched belly, so stretched he looked positively pregnant. And in doing so, he rubbed his half-hard cock, a monster of width and length, against his groin.

“Getting there, getting there. You cows are growing restless," chuckled the first lab worker, stripping his last layer of clothes to uncover a spindly body, of chitin and nervous muscles. Yet, as his underwear dropped, so did his long cock, something that went down to knee-length for a Turian and with the girth to accommodate it. A monster of a cock Wrex watched with a grin and lust in his eyes.

A way different gaze than he offered when he entered the Lab a few weeks ago. But it had changed… he had changed so much. Never before would he have allowed someone to caress his belly, stroking the skin, the way the lab rat did. Nor to have someone grip his chest, much less plump and generous breasts… Or even touch the nipple ring the Turian hooked as he climbed on the pod, rubbing his thin torso against Wrex's curvaceous body.

“I tire of your toys," he grumbled, it was the truth. After weeks of being teased with them, he was getting accustomed to their presence. Worse, their presences awoke such a lust, a desire he had never known… For the real thing.

For the hardening and massive Turian Cock the Lab worker sported between his legs, that rubbed against Wrex's belly, poked the underside, and… yes, started to tangle with the Krogan's cock.

“Ah, Krogans. Even in this state, you think you can order us around," said the Lab worker with his eyes rolling, approaching his face. As he pulled on the ring and put the other hand on Wrex's left breast, the Krogan felt the pressure inside them slightly vanish. It was… better, better than those days he had spent excited and horny, feeling the tension rising beneath the skin, feeling the fullness inside without release. Not anymore as the milk dripped out of his nipples, two rivulets eliciting a sigh from him.

“Because we know what we want. Get us pumps, too. The pup rambled about his tits hurting," continued Wrex with a scowl… yet welcoming that mouth and that prehensile blue tongue slipping inside his. He welcomed and sucked on the dextro saliva, feeling the slight tingle and numbness that followed while the Turian's cock started to poke against his.

“Yes! Fuck my cunt! Fuck my balls! Fight my cum, Turian!" shouted Grunt in his corner, his embrace much less intimate as his associated Lab Worker was happily kneeling between the Krogan's thighs, holding what would have been a perfect Krogan's cock and using it much like a fleshlight. The poor pup was all drooly and grinning, halfway biting his tongue while his cock was getting punched through like an Asari whore. In and out went that enormous gray-skinned Turian cock inside, slipping and bulging from inside Grunt's. There was no fight left in him, no desire to oppose their captors. Grunt had accepted them through and through, and day by day, his quads were giving dangerous signs.

Wrex? He prided himself on being more resilient, capable of resisting the Turians' “torture" and any toys they used on him.

And yet, he was no different in the way he gasped, moaned, sighed… And kissed that pervert who had been fondling him whenever he got the occasion. A Turian against whom he threw his face, getting more of that mouthful of a tongue while that cocktip was starting to rub against his… Against his swollen, gaping, and well-abused pisshole. The only hole unused when left bound in the labs.

“Let's get to it. Our generals don't want to see an erection from you."

“Yeah," groaned Wrex, though it was mainly to punctuate rather than accept.

“You want it, don't you?"

“Yeah."

“You want that big Turian cock inside you, ruining your prostate? Breaking it down?

“Yeah."

“Your sperm count is almost down, you know? If anything comes out of your quads, it'll be Turian-coded. No more Urdnot pups… Only Turians eggs."

“Yeah," moaned Wrex, gasping as that cockhead pushed inside his cock. The first time, it stung like hell. But those days? It was like something was back where it belonged. No… it felt like a fulfillment that was heaps above fucking females, Krogans, Humans, or Asaris. That was good… It felt good as his urethra's walls were squeezed, and his cock brimmed with pleasure from the inside.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck the Krogan out of me!" hollered Grunt, his nipples sucked by the worker. Milk dribbled from those teats, dripping all over his belly marked with Palaven's flag when not licked by the thirsty Turian. That one was eager, his hips were pummeling the Pup's cock, precum and cum dripped from his orifice, and those quads, already twice the size of a typical Krogan, were getting heavier.

They throbbed with seed… Genophaging Krogan-sterilizing seed… Much like Wrex's, soon.

“What do you say?" asked the Worker to the Clan Leader, his hips pushing that cockhead deeper within Wrex. The Turian was only halfway inside, but that fat cockhead was already tingling Wrex's prostate from the inside, knocking at that door. “Let's fuck the Krogan out of you?"

“Yeah."

Unable to tell anything else, Wrex offered another smile before their lips met. He acted no different than the females welcoming their males in an embrace, of those whores offering a kiss of affection. It should have been insincere, yet… He was behind each of them, welcoming that prehensile blue tongue as it delved into his throat. Taking what was due.

He was behind each moan and groan when that cock pushed through the muscles and began to squeeze the prostate from inside.

[I]Alert! Foreign object detected! Dextro-fluids detected! Danger of prostate breakd-

[/I]Their kiss stopped. Frustrated, the Turian handwaved the VI away, cutting off the alarm like always.

Then, he whispered back to Wrex: “Let's break your prostate and your quads. You are Turian territory."

Turian Territory… That was what had been written on his scrotum and ass… But now, it was getting true as the Lab Worker suddenly jolted forward, and Wrex cried.

He cried no different than Grunt, whose balls bulged from all that cum pumped inside them. The Pup smiled and grinned, his face gone stupid as multiple alerts and VI flocked him and his associated Turian. Sperm count charts dropping to zero, total prostate and bladder damage analysis, scans of the “perfect Krogan" and Turian-conquered plumbing. They were all flocking and getting swatted away by the Worker, who continued his pummeling and abuse.

There was no way Grunt could come back from this, he was done for. Whatever Okeer had in store for him and his breeding plans, they were done for… Dead in the egg.

“Pump with eggs! Stuff my quads!"

Wrex watched it with a glance before a sudden thrust brought him back to his partner. He clenched his teeth, snorted… And felt as the first droplets of Turian cum started to travel up his prostate and down his vas deferens. It burned… It burned as that cum wormed its way deeper inside him. And yet, he smiled as he felt the first drop land inside his quads, adding more to the Turians genes starting to pour inside. He could almost feel the intense heat coming from where Krogan and Turian cum mixed in, two different liquids and genes fighting.

But he was losing; he was losing so much his quads were branded and invaded inside, overtaken one swimmer after another.

He groaned in delight as the lab worker was a fucking stud, a monster of endurance who, even after cumming, kept hitting and pummeling his prostate. And it was what he needed… He needed it; he needed to feel that thick Turian cock deep inside. Nothing else was as pleasing, even masturbating couldn't be as pleasing as getting his pisshole used like a cunt. Nothing like having his organ stretched from the inside. Nothing like having his prostate broken down… Ruined.

“Fu-Fuck! Keep going! Conquer my cunt, Turian! End my line! The Genophage wasn't enough!" shouted Wrex, his eyes rolling and saliva dripping from his mouth as he felt the last spark inside his quads go cold, as he felt his orgasm. Yet his cock dwindled and shrunk around the Turian's mast.

“Oh yeah… I'll genophage your clan, Wrex. The commandment will see… Your ruined cunt laying eggs… And they'll love it!"

And he loved it already, bearing a stupid smile across his face as his prostate was crushed, giving out its last erection before Grunt.