A Curious Salarian Is Dangerous
#14 of Just a Series of Things
One day, I remembered that "A Cure By Any Means Necessary" existed[By @Leukos] during my time off the air and wanted to try something not completely rip-off ish but just about around where things could be.
An inspired story, if you will.
When a man explores the world of the internet, he expects to find the basics of his needs and curiously new things to either take in or ignore as he looks around for something to do.
When a salarian gets on the Omni-Net, they explore every nook and cranny with rapt attention.
So was Mordin on this boring evening on the Citadel. When he was thought to be dead, others close to him only mourned his supposed demise. But what they didn't know-excluding Shepard-was that he was very much alive and simply spending his days masquerading as a salarian who just happened to look like the renown Mordin Solus that "perished trying to cure the genophage for good". Only, he had to train his vocal cords to speak complete sentences to pull it off and that had been a really difficult task to lay low and enjoy his time of letting someone else die trying to make sure Krogan can reproduce.
So here he was, months after the explosion that should have left him into indiscernible bits of flesh and gore, laying around on a bed in a dark apartment exploring what humans would call the "Deep Web" with an encrypted protector that no one could crack with their invasive technology. No one can beat a salarian's technological wards unless they were a salarian themselves.
He whizzed past the usual black market junk and went to video showcasings of things he could gather interest in. From weaponry of mass destruction to showing off naked ladies tied up and gagged to even the sight of rather graphic torture, Mordin gazed and skimmed until his growing boredom had him yawning at his Omni-tool before exiting out to try something else....
He was bored, ready for bed but not ready to sleep and it was late at night ...Hmm, better take a look into what Shepard described to him as a "porn site to only get on when one was bored, not sleepy and it was late". Mordin fit that criteria well, so it was high time to do some exploring to sate his curiosity.
The site that Shepard had given him as nonchalantly as she could while they were able to be eavesdropped on was something called 'RedTube XXLI', the I meaning "Intergalactic" so he would stop asking her if there was a waistline the size of an actual galaxy out there. Right away, the front page had an unknown species of alien covered in all black skin and the head of what appeared to be a thigh being tended to...by....
Mordin blushed. He never knew a human's cock could ever grow to be that big. One look at the category the video stemmed from, however, quickly dissolved this newfound curiosity in Mordin for it was a cartoon video of porn. So he couldn't replicate the state of arousal for any humans he was close to on the Citadel. For now.
Mordin continued on, eventually finding familiar species he knew by heart such as Drell, Quarians, Asari and Turian. But one such commonality that he noticed was that all of them were female. That shouldn't be a problem for Mordin, as he held Shepard in higher regards than just a mere squadmate and faithful commander that made great decisions, but he slowly found himself ...bored at all the pussy and boobs he was ogling with every flick of his finger. It got to a point where the popularity category was saturated with videos similar to what he had tried to get away from so he moved to x out of the site and try a different one.
But he had looked away when he did and instead of exiting the page, he clicked into the gay section.
He had media previews on, so he heard a few seconds of two men "wrestling" before he looked back to his screen and saw two male humans in a bout of coitus that had his immediate attention. And looking over at the vid next to it, he caught two manly-looking Drell getting busy in a similar manner but 69'ing-the position that he learned from Shepard when he caught a glimpse of her and Garrus getting...acquainted. Honestly, those two had been so obvious it was painful to act like one didn't know they were an item.
But those days were behind him now and he kept looking, unknowingly gathering up an erection at the change in scenery. Gone were the gentle or sometimes brutal sessions of love-making that Mordin was sure resulted in the lady star's pregnancy and got them their positive reception, and in their places was carnal desire being released among parties who could relate to more than just a somewhat personal level. Mordin swore he saw a salarian in the sea of guys but it might have been a trick of the light because he didn't catch any sign of it again. In the middle of him trying again, he accidentally flicked onto a video of two very familiar species.
Krogan and Turian.
The former was on top, the media preview showing the hulking genetic perfection hunched over the latter in a bout of pure domination. Mordin couldn't stop himself from clicking play, lowering the volume so none of his neighbors caught wind of his doings with these barely thick walls while still allowing him to hear things normally. What he got was more than enough reason to plan on investing in headphones.
The titan was pounding into the unnamed turian with all of his might, the power of his thrusts so loud that Mordin thought his volume function had broken with the *plap plap plap plap* he could hear as if it were happening in the room next to him. The camera person behind this video must have been a professional, because they made sure they cut to the good parts such as the turian's dick bouncing up towards his unarmored stomach and flopping against it to leave a precum stain there, and another shot where one could envision themselves in the middle of the mess in the literal sense as the view showed the penetration in action from below. Mordin watched that quad swing into the turian's crotch and he felt as if his own dick was going to explode in his pants.
The video, which he found the length of after nearly pausing it by mistake, was a minute and a few seconds long and he had gotten to the midpoint already. So Mordin hoped that there was separate parts that he could shell in credits for a subscription so paywalls wouldn't be the reason why he had blue balls. But then, the turian said something that made Mordin glad he didn't pause it.
"Breed me...!" His whiny voice was still somewhat deep, so it was like listening to a battle-hardened soldier beg for their general to save them in the heat of battle.
"Gladly..." The Krogan's baritone rumble left Mordin biting his lip, feeling like it resonated through his very core despite it being an electronic display of an event that happened who knows how long ago. And then he stopped moving, the turian groaning off-camera as it cut to a shot where one would see the turian's cock shooting out of view and the Krogan's meat grinding against the little guy's ass while his quad visibly scrunched up. The video faded to black, but the image of the Krogan climaxing into their enemy had Mordin furiously stroking himself until he let loose into his clothes. His euphoria was fleeting, for no pleasure could beat the opportunity to get laid by a Krogan. Mordin didn't even know his alignment when it came to his position preference, but he knew one thing.
He was curious.
Kroxal had been enjoying his night stroll, wandering the nature preserves that the Citadel had to offer him so his view was everything but constant buildings, people and traveling methods that reminded him of his more civilized life in spite of being a Krogan. He wasn't your usual battle-scarred or clan-colored tank breed; he was more of a gentle green with a greenish gray trailing down his chin living his life the safe and peaceful route. Then, just as he was about to see if he could take a look into the fountain for a little self-reflection, his vision churned over itself and in a blur he went from standing over a high railing looking out to the plastic excuses of trees to being laid out on a cold metal table in a dark room lit only by a spotlight above.
Groggy, he felt the remains of a tranq dart fall out of his neck and break landing on the floor, bringing him to try and rub his eyes but finding his arms and legs restrained by tight bonds. Of course, his mind still had yet to catch up so he still struggled against them.
"What...is this...?" His fighting was lax, but the more he woke up the stronger he pushed. Mordin was alerted to this and he stepped out into the overhead light that illuminated the room.
"Testing room. I wish to reenact something." His english practice for his vocal cords still needed work but he wasn't speaking in completely choppy sentences as he did working with Shepard and co.
"Why don't you rope in...some other guy for this? I'm not in the mood...to get my dick cut off." Kroxal had an innate hatred for salarians despite them not being the reason his kind couldn't breed with their females-though they did make the means to prevent that occurrence-and not only having one keep him bound up to a table like he were a lab monkey but also act as if he'd be willing to let this transpire without a fight re-instilled that hate immediately.
"Why would I castrate? I require it for the test." Mordin's head tilted at the Krogan's rather vulgar presumption, only for another groan to resonate through the room in front of Kroxal and he looked into the dark.
"Who is that ...? Who else do you have in here...!?" Struggling reinvigorated, Kroxal tried his best to break free from whatever sick and twisted plan this deformed salarian had in mind for him. Mordin just stared with those bulbous eyes and shook his head.
"Just a subject to test out experiment. Will not work unless someone else is with you." Mordin stepped out of sight, leaving Kroxal to snarl at the dark where he had left only for another light to flick on and show a turian.
Bound like him but not on a table, forced to be stretched spread eagle with his back to him and gagged from the sounds of his muffled groans.
Kroxal stared in disgust, watching the turian weakly squirm against his bonds and go slack once more as he realized he did not escape. Mordin came back into view and patted them on their back, which brought something to the Krogan's attention.
The turian was bare-ass naked.
Those taut cheeks faced him as if the turian chose to moon him for the hell of it, looking like a nice piece of ac...Kroxal shook his head, not knowing where that sudden thought came from. Turians were vile, never to be trusted for what they did to his kind, and none of them were to be considered friendly unless they died for the greater good. Then he looked away to see if he could find a means to escape and found Mordin standing in front of him. If he could, Kroxal would kick him in the gut and make sure he puked blood and whatever he ate for dinner-it was still night, right?
"You will reenact this. Make sure to get every bit right." Mordin held up his arm, showing his Omni-tool's screen to Kroxal and letting him see the raw, carnal scene of the unnamed Krogan and Turian in the middle of fucking. He flicked the paused video to a good focal point to further demonstrate the the imperative he bestowed to Kroxal but all it proved was the impression of the Krogan's liking to Mordin.
Which was not at all.
"I'm not your test tube, your tank baby and I'm damn sure not about to be your little sex slave." Kroxal made sure to spit towards the salarian while he just stood there in silence, using that as a means to keep going. "You little freaks always think that everyone's just your little walking science experiments...well why don't you try picking on someone your own size, huh? Or do you think that trying to make someone bigger squirm around will make you feel good about your tiny as-"
Mordin's hand procured a gun loaded with a needle, ready to shoot and inject Kroxal with what he assumed was poison from the purplish fluids just a nudge from being shot into his bloodstream. But besides the obvious threat at hand here, he kept talking. "Go on, do it then. Killing me ain't gonna make this go under the rug! I have friends that'll find you, make you wish you were never born into this world you squishy little-"
The gun clicked and the needle punctured Kroxal's thick skin, making his shout as the incision proved to be quite painful going into his vein and barely missing an artery. As the liquid surged through him, his vision blurred and his mind began to grow heavy. Despite himself, he found himself focused on Mordin and made to lunge at him for trying to off him through injection.
"I'll...still...kill you...." His words were jumbling over themselves as his brain slowed down, almost feeling like he was being forced to fall asleep until he noticed that his bodysuit had a tent downstairs. And the more he watched, the more it grew against the material and painfully bent upwards to accommodate for the small space it had to get to reach full mast. And when it did, Kroxal's cock throbbed and made him fall against the metal table in euphoric agony as it left him shooting precum like one would be cumming.
"Now you are sex slave as you asked. Now, you are free." Mordin pressed a button on his Omni-tool and the bounds that had held Kroxal away from snapping Mordin's neck into an easy set of pieces released his wrist and ankles. This was the Krogan's chance to finally make that calm, stoic face crack and show fear before he snuffed the life outta them, but he couldn't bring his mind to focus on doing that as he fell to the floor. All his brain cared about, even more so as time went on to allow whatever drug Mordin shot into his veins to continue spreading, was getting laid and he couldn't stop himself from tearing his suit open and letting himself hang out.
His cock, which had been a sizable foot in length on its own, felt like it had grown considerably in the confines of their now tattered prison, quad sagging so low it felt like he had training weights inside of them as they touched the cold floor. The newfound pressure in his loins made Kroxal growl and it aided in getting him to shoot more precum on the floor. He noticed Mordin's feet nearby and tried to pounce at him, but was stunned and thrown back by the presence of glass so clear he missed its presence.
"Not me. The turian before you." Mordin's protection held tough against the Krogan's assault, allowing him to watch the savage beast fail over and over to break through and try and breed him instead. But all that succeeded was watching his engorged cock pump overly virile precum against the glass and let Mordin bask in how viscous it got. He looked over the splatters, getting his Omni-tool out to voice his notes into a speaker before he decided to walk over to the narrow end of the glass enclosure and bring Kroxal's primitivized mind back to the task at hand.
The Turian.
They had yet to be released, but now that Mordin was making him into being the target for the Krogan's growing desire to fuck anything he saw he released the bonds that held him up to what the scientist thought was a seductive enough position. But, the turian ended up falling on his hands and knees and stayed like that so that was fine for him too. Mordin knew Kroxal's eyes locked on the prone body before him, and he knew that those eyes found that perfect, brown, unclaimed ass so he commanded once again:
"Breed him."
Mordin barely had time to back away to properly record the scene in front of him before Kroxal pounced upon the turian and made him yell out into the glass as the Krogan found his mark and started thrusting immediately into his butt. Though his pain quickly melded to pleasure, as a result to the relaxant laced into Kroxal's precum, and he went from screaming to panting as the Krogan brute began to fuck him with abandon. The titan was snarling, drool escaping the corners of his mouth as he hunched over the unnamed turian's body and plowed his ass like they had been without relief in light years. The poor target's body rocked hard enough to scoot him into the glass, face planted against its surface but still allowing Mordin to get a great shot of the ahegao that was permanently etched into his mandibled face while Kroxal fucked his asshole wide open with his still-growing cock. The girth it possessed was a far cry to the average thickness it originally held, yet even with those subtle changes to his modest junk Kroxal's lust continued to boil and froth into something straight out of fantasy.
Mordin stood up, ignoring his boner threatening to tear through his lab coat from the intensity of his unaware arousal, and managed to plant the camera he wielded to the side of the action so someone who managed to watch this would see the way that cock, looking almost way too big to fit in anybody's hole, sunk into the turian like one putting on a glove. The noises their session made, in spite of the glass barrier keeping them encased with each other and their needs, were audible enough to be caught in the audio receptors of Mordin's Omni-tool, so he didn't have to worry about future complaints from potential viewers about how much sound this will have.
Then Kroxal roared up to the glass ceiling above and his thrusts began to drag the turian to his knees while they went on, bringing in a new shot for Mordin to grab unintentionally and stirring the pot in the scientist's clothes something fierce as he marveled at the sight in front of him; Kroxal's dick was dug within the turian test subject so deep that one could clearly make out the bulge it left through the scaly runt's midsection before the Krogan pulled back to repeat it all over again.
Mordin never thought he'd be the harbinger of something so brutal, so wild...He nearly forgot that he was supposed to be recording every second he could capture when his free hand started rubbing his boner.
Kroxal roared again, louder than the last, and Mordin nearly panicked getting back in for the up-close shot until he witnessed what made him proud of his scientific prowess to this day; the Krogan's climax had begun, Kroxal's lust preventing him from stopping to enjoy it as he rammed his spunk as deep into his unfortunate fucktoy as he could perform. The poor thing was so far gone that he didn't even whine that his stomach looked like a dirty, camo-painted balloon of scales and muscle stretched out to their limits. When it was over, Kroxal leaned in to bite into the turian's neck, making sure to draw a bit of blood and slowly humped against that ruined ass-that Mordin was unable to catch a visual of with his own eyes nor with the camera-until his quad stopped rocking around in place to signify the end of his climax.
Mordin ended the recording there, quickly getting up to save it to a file for uploading, then getting on RedTube XXLI to prepare to post it in the gay section. Every second he spent getting it ready was time wasted not watching Kroxal as Mordin's scurrying departure brought the beast's attention back to him and his fist began to pound the glass with very strong results...
"Title ... uh ...Oh! Krogan Breeding Turian. Perfect." Mordin had just hit send to get the video into the database of the porn site when he felt a snort of hot air brush his horns.
"How about Krogan breed Salarian?" Kroxal's morphed voice felt like a deity's judgment in his ear, and before he knew it he was flung towards the wall and left in a daze as his Omni-tool flew off of his arm. His vid still managed to get uploaded but the tremors of being launched had jolted the damn thing back on the camera recorder and it pressed "RECORD" on its own. Mordin was on the screen, struggling to get up after hitting the wall with a very harsh *smack* but quickly being preyed upon by Kroxal. The Omni-tool caught every bit of it, making sure to automatically zoom in to how the Krogan savagely forced his cock into the doctor's throat and made him suck off the cum he had leftover from his turian bitch in the ruins of that glass cage before deeming himself clean enough to start skull-fucking the salarian.
Unlike the turian-whose name had yet to be found-Mordin was more or less ...built for this kind of treatment. Besides his buggy eyes, his body was soft to the touch to the point where one would barely feel the bones beneath the skin. So you can imagine the abuse that Kroxal dished out to the poor scientist as he easily broke down every bit of inexperience within the doctor and made him nearly choke on just precum alone as he continued to rut his throat open. The camera managed to get a good view of Kroxal's backside, letting everyone see his cum-heavy quad swing and batter into Mordin's chest while he plowed that head like it was the ass he just finished laying waste to.
And since he came straight out of fucking some ass and went into giving Mordin a taste of medicine he deserved for doing these tests, Kroxal roared out to the secluded room's ceiling as he came again. Mordin whimpered but his full throat prevented him from screaming for help. Instead, his Omni-tool captured what was thought to be needy begging for more as his stomach was pumped with a load similar to the one keeping the bred turian pinned to the floor from the sheer weight of it. And Kroxal didn't even finish before pulling his dick out of there, letting that fleshy monster pour his breeding cream all over Mordin's head and chin to drip down into his clothed chest...
"Now Krogan breed Salarian for real...!" The camera panned out to allow one to see Kroxal stepping around Mordin's recovering body, a snarl of disapproval making the room practically quake-but in reality just the recording Omni-tool-before he reached down and clawed Mordin's clothes to pieces. His wrists and ankles were left covered in the tattered remains but his ass was left bare to the desires of Kroxal's breed-happy madness and after forming a cruel leash made out of the doctor's lab coat that wrapped around Mordin tight once the Krogan got a solid grip on it that beefy dick was shoving its way into Mordin and making him scream in breathless sorrow.
His ass was still normal in terms of taking things, though being shorter than the turian meant that that cock was digging a lot deeper than it did earlier. Mordin was barely able to hear the buzz that his video was getting now that it was uploaded with all the details necessary for a curious pair of eyes to catch over the sound of Kroxal huffing down at his head while those hips crammed that too-big cock into his body. The poor salarian suddenly felt regret for forcing the Krogan into this situation, but then that precum shot into his tunneled-out ass and stomach and he was suddenly feeling like he was tired yet not sleepy.
Kroxal felt the change and used it to go faster, the camera able to find a focal point and zooming in to catch the sight of those balls swinging up into the underside of Mordin's rather miniscule cock-in comparison to Kroxal, of course-and leaving an impact mark against them as the real monster dug into his depths and left him feeling like his guts had been pushed to the side to make room for something.
And when Kroxal roared out to the ceiling enough to nearly make the doctor's ears bleed he remembered that he had injected the Krogan with enough testosterone-amplified aphrodisiacs to break him out of his modest mindset into that carnal state of thinking that only focused on one thing.
"Me! Breed! Salarian!" Kroxal's shouts nearly broke the recording capabilities of Mordin's Omni-tool as his last few thrusts preceded his orgasm, letting the camera capture the way Mordin's stomach surged with new, virile occupants seeking out the eggs left inside by Kroxal's precum and the merciless way the krogan yanked that makeshift leash so the doctor's neck was visible. Taking in one load should have been enough, but it looks like Mordin had overdosed his lackey and soon he could feel himself being dragged off the floor by his own belly-ful of splooge. He was left unable to move-whether he liked it or not-and he felt his body tremble as Kroxal's load died off just in time for the Krogan to bite down into Mordin's exposed neck and whisper one last thing before he blacked out.
"Mine...."
Mordin shot up, his brain recalling the events that preceded him losing consciousness until he found that he couldn't feel his legs. His overly gravid midsection was so heavy that he wouldn't dare put his back through the strain of hauling any of the weight while on his feet. His vision was still blurry from waking up but not resting afterwards properly, so when he found his Omni-tool amid the mess that he laid in he slowly crawled to it and checked its status.
Still worked and it wasn't dead, having automatically locked after an hour of inactivity as a self-precaution in case Mordin's curiosity left him asleep while his Omni-tool rested unattended. After getting through the security measures, he silently gasped in shock.
He saw his video of Kroxal breeding that turian had scaled through the popularity mess and became the number two spot, nearly 100% in positive reception and had more views than there were people in this sector of space. He didn't dare read the comments though, for he found that his focus drifted off elsewhere. There was another video alongside the first that he uploaded, under his guise as 'Curious Solus', and he saw his face in the preview before it played a couple seconds of Kroxal rutting his face. A blush coursed through him as the reception for that vid had not only gotten 100% positive reception and almost double the views of his first entry, but it was on the Featured section where the top videos of a category would be displayed for newcomers and regulars to the sight.
Mordin felt proud and unconsciously rubbed his belly as he suddenly found fame in making some good gay porn for people to enjoy. Then, just as he was about to see if his videos had made headway elsewhere in reposts without proper credit, he heard a growl behind him and saw a sight that made him shake in terror.
Kroxal had stopped growing, but he was the size of a Thresher Maw whelp now and his dick had grown long enough to beat out Mordin's height. His quad? Big enough to be a chair to sit in as they laid beneath the monstrous Krogan's ass. The noise had been generated because that cock was throbbing to life again and spraying precum everywhere, and the beast's eyes were locked on Mordin since the turian had come to consciousness before him and vacated the room while Kroxal rested.
Mordin should be running, for the hulking creature that was once an honest, hard working Krogan didn't look agile enough to give chase quick enough to make him fall back into the room for punishment...but the giddyness of his pornographic success shown through him and before he could let his rational mind kick in he was already pressing the "RECORD" button and crawling towards the transformed Kroxal.
His curiosity had yet to be truly sated.