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Saving the Krogan for Sanmer by Draconicon

Grunt threw one of the workers across the room as they swarmed him, the Krogan shouting at the top of his lungs as they attempted to herd him across the room.

"I am Krogan! You won't put me in a tank again!"

The workers - people he barely knew, but had known Okeer - swarmed around him. They were a mix of humans and Salarians, but the worst were the other Krogan that had joined the weaklings. If it had just been the weaklings, then he could have handled them. The other Krogan? They were more difficult, particularly as they packed harder punches, hitting harder than even he could just shake off.

Grunt's head whipped back at one of the harder ones, and he shook his head as he roared back at them. He threw another Salarian back, the scientist crumpling into a heap as he hit one of the Krogans head-on, but it was a futile bit of revenge. His tormentor threw the body to the side, and kept on.

The tube loomed behind him as he was pushed further and further back. Grunt could feel its shadow on his back, and he fought all the harder, lowering his head and slamming his forehead against anyone close enough to hit. However, the crowd was gathered so close that anyone knocked unconscious became a sleeping shield for those that were further back, a tool to herd him further back.

"Okeer was a fool! Why are you still together?!"

"The Warlord had his plans together. You are the start of the resurrection of the Krogan, but not the end."

"I am never -"

"Okeer planned on having you save the Krogans, and bring them back to what they are supposed to be. Perfection. And he gave you the tool to do it. And since you won't use it, we will!"

One last shove sent Grunt into the tube, and a waiting tech pressed the button to seal it before Grunt could do anything to get back out. He punched it, headbutted it, but they'd learned since the last one. It was too strong to break out of. He doubted that Wrex himself could have broken out of the damn thing.

Rather than fill up with some sort of nutrient fluid, a thick slime started to rise from the floor. Several panels opened, one dropping an oxygen mask - not a good sign, he thought - and the other some sort of collection tube. Grunt drifted back from them, but there was nowhere to go; his feet were already submerged in the rising slime, and there was barely half a meter of spare room in front and behind him combined.

As it touched his armor, Grunt got all the more pissed off as it broke it down, leaving it filled with holes before melting it completely. Even the thicker bits around his waist and belly were gone in less than ten seconds, leaving him and his plates exposed to everyone outside. Several of the scientists were nodding appreciatively to each other, pointing down towards the space between his legs.

Grunt bit his lip as he felt a familiar tingle down there, and realized that the ooze was more than just a corrosion agent. His quad throbbed and his shaft slowly emerged from beneath some of his plates, pointing upwards through the slime. The simple feeling of it sliding through the stuff almost felt like the one time that he'd encountered a female and had a little fun. He couldn't believe it.

As the slime moved beneath his chest, the oxygen mask came down, and he reluctantly grabbed it, holding it over his face so that it wouldn't let any of the slime in. So far, it wasn't damaging his plates, but if it got in him, he didn't know how well his insides would stand up to it.

Of course, that wasn't the only thing that came down. The collection tube shot through the ooze and slipped over his cock before he could think to stop it. The suction that came after sucked his cock in down to the base, and Grunt was forced to lean forward against the front of the tube as it started sucking him like the most eager whore in the galaxy. It almost felt like it was trying to suck his quad through his dick.

Shaking his head as he tried to think like a real Krogan, Grunt realized that the slime was up to his neck. Worse, he felt several other panels opening under his feet, different, more mobile tendrils rising up from behind him and from between his toes. They ran up his legs, keeping him pinned in place, while one -

Don't you dare!

His thought had no effect on the tendril as it rammed up his ass, pressing against all sorts of places inside of him. Krogans had everything in double or triple the numbers of other species, and back there...back there was no exception. He groaned at the sudden assault on some very sensitive places, his cock throbbing all the harder in the tube as a result of what was going on. He growled in the breathmask, trying to keep from thinking of what was happening to him, but it was damn near impossible.

He couldn't even think of strategies as he was assaulted from front and back at the same time, his cock sucked and even shocked by the tube, while his ass was fucked hard by the tentacle. He could feel his first load building up, though why they wanted it...hell, he had no clue, but they were getting it.

Roaring through the mask, and feeling it turn into a set of bubbles rising through the slime, Grunt came. The Krogan saw the white goo of his orgasm shooting down the tube, heading to who knew where. All he knew was that it never stopped, and even as he punched the tube in frustration, it began sucking him again, not even letting him rest as it relentlessly worked to claim all that he had.

And just past the glass, the workers, Krogan, and scientists were all grinning and slapping each other on the back and talking to each other. About what, he didn't know, but they looked too damn happy for his liking.

The first day turned into a week, and then to two weeks as he continued to be milked in the tube. Grunt swore that his quad had shrunk by at least one testicle, but the tube continued to milk him relentlessly. When one tendril in his ass was no longer enough to keep him at peek production, a second was added, pounding him harder than a Turian planetary bombardment. He was rocked back and forth, stretched wide, and the stimulating ooze was forced inside him more than ever, making him all the more sensitive to the extreme size inside of him.

It was halfway through that 14th day that he received a visitor. One of the humans that had helped catch him walked up to the tube, and Grunt - finally used to the stimulation - glared out through the glass at him. He wished that he'd been modified in some way to shoot projectiles from his eyes or something, but all he could do was wish death on the man.

"Grunt, I'm not going to apologize for what you're going through, but I am here to thank you for all the help that you've given your species. There's been so much progress over the last few weeks that would never have happened without your help."

Fuck you, human. There's nothing you can say that makes this alright.

"I don't know what you're thinking right now, but I'm pretty sure that you'd like to kill me or at least dismember me."

Half right. I definitely want to kill you.

"Perhaps you should see what your work has accomplished before I continue."

The scientist reached down to a console near the tube and pressed a button. Before Grunt's eyes, the screen lit up with a number of different views, looking almost like security cameras. In fact, they did look like security cameras, showing different parts of the base they were in. And -

He couldn't believe his eyes, but it was true. Male Krogans, including ones that had been chasing and fighting him during the case, were as round-bellied and swollen with eggs as females had ever been. He could see that it wasn't just fat; they were actually pregnant somehow. But...that was impossible.

The human turned off the display, smiling.

"Okeer engineered you with a massive streak of perfection in mind. That meant that you were designed to be better, to be the maximum of the species. Stronger muscles, faster brain, everything that he could think of. But he had to make sure that you weren't a one-off, or you would have been useless.

"Your sperm is genetically superior to everything that it encounters. It wipes out competing genetics, and makes it so that any Krogan it enters, male or female, become pregnant with your offspring. Okeer made it this way; perfection would out, and he made sure that you would eventually take over as the template for all Krogans, as soon as you had the children to do it.

"Even the genophage doesn't matter anymore. We don't know how he did it -"

If he did it. I doubt it.

"- but he made it so that your seed will always come through, even if other Krogans won't. In two weeks, we've managed to seed enough Krogans to possible create a tenth of a generation. Do you understand that? A full tenth in just two weeks. Imagine what would happen if we could get this to be accepted on Tuchanka?"

Grunt wanted to say that they would never go along with it, but he knew better. If the Krogan people could be brought back from the brink, made stronger than ever, then they would go along with it. There were enough of his people serving idiots that made that promise all over the galaxy to speak to the desperation they all felt. Grunt looked at the human, then at himself, then at the human again, questioningly.

"I'm sorry, but we can't let you out of there until we're sure that you are completely on our side. Besides, we get a more efficient milking out of you this way than you'd ever get by mating individual Krogans one at a time. It'll be better to keep you in there. Think of it as a sacrifice to save your people; you Krogans are big on that thing, aren't you?"

No, those are fucking Turians that like that! Get me out of here!

He slammed his fists against the glass again, and the human shook his head, muttering about being right all along. Walking away, the human left Grunt alone...except that Grunt swore that the suction from the tube was getting worse, dragging on his cock all the harder than before. And now, there was something else coming up from below; what could they be trying to use on him now?!

The End