Interlude: Sow early, sow often, sow in fertile soil.

Ashley Williams - Alliance Marine, slayer of Geth and Collectors and all-around space badass - smiled as she watched Jack and Miranda run through their teamwork exercises. When they’d first come aboard, the pair had been at each other’s throats almost without pause, to the point that Shepard herself had needed to step in and threaten disciplinary action (both regulation and not) if they didn’t learn to play nice - or, at the very least, shut up about their mutual hatred. Things had been touch and go for a while, but now the two of them were operating like a well-oiled machine. Ashley smiled at the pun, watching their bodies press together as they gave a perfectly synchronised double buttjob to the massive purple silicone cock that they’d been assigned as part of their training. She wasn’t sure how Jack’s had expanded to match Miranda’s, or even whether the genetically engineered woman had been so big the last time she saw her, but the sight of two glistening asses squashing against one another as Jack uncapped another bottle of baby oil and reached behind her to pour on another layer made her crotch throb.

Hurriedly moving on, lest she spend the entire day watching the two of them, Ashley stepped through the door to the next room…

…and instinctively flared her nostrils as she inhaled the sweet, heavy scent of a **** Asari pussy. Centuries of life as a Justicar - regardless of how much of it was spent actively hunting, training or meditating - left one with plenty of time spent idle. Most Asari filled it with hobbies like sculpting or painting, but Samara had settled on dancing. Specifically, the type of raunchy, steamy dancing that had given her people a reputation as the galaxy’s sultriest sexpots. Currently, she was showing off the reason why Ass-ari was such a widespread pejorative - beyond a total lack of imagination, obviously. Her cheeks slammed together as she shook her hips, rippling every time they clapped in a way that only the ripe flesh of an Asari matriarch could. Pussy juice splattered across the floor beneath her and stained her thighs in such quantities that she must have been there for hours, her eyes closed and her face contorted in agonising pleasure. Ashley couldn’t help but admire the Justicar’s dedication, spending so much time denying her own needs while putting on a show that would have most audiences creaming themselves, as she marveled at how much effort it must have taken to disguise such a big ass - it was far, far bigger than even the generous curves of her bodysuit had suggested.

She tore her gaze away from the dancing Asari, aware of how her pussy started to flutter as the show went on.

The first thing to hit her senses in the next room wasn’t the scent or sight, but the sound. Specifically, the schlorp and plap of two enormous bubble butts slapping into each other at the midpoint of an equally enormous double-ended dildo and the sweet moans of two women who were well past the point of no return. And watching the way Samantha Traynor and Kelly Chambers’ bodies rolled and pumped back into each other like perfect coffee-and-cream mirrors of each other, Ashley was starting to fear that she was nearing that point herself. What did it say about her state of mind, that she wished she could make them moan like that? That she could clean every last droplet of perspiration from their jiggling, shining butts with long swipes of her tongue? That it was her arm, not a girthy purple tube of silicone, that was stretching their rings so wide?

Schlu-kah! Schlu-kah! Schlu-kah! Schlu-kah!

The rhythmic sound of reciprocating servos seemed to infect her and walk her past the pair, into the next room.

Schlu-kah! Schlu-kah! Schlu-kah! Schlu-kah!

Kasumi Goto squirmed and writhed in her restraints, held up by the chains that pulled her wrists up to the ceiling more than by her shaking legs. Her eyes rolled back and crossed as the fucking machine she was strapped into did its work, the fist-thick purple shaft long enough that even the thief's famously deep backdoor couldn't hide more than half of it at its deepest. Drool and moans in equal measure spilled out around the black rubber ball gag in her mouth, a glistening trail running down the front of her bare body.

Schlu-kah! Schlu-kah! KAH-KLUNK! Schlukluklukluklukluk!

With a loud ratcheting sound, the chains attached to the pilfering PAAG's ankles pulled taut, lifting her from standing into a mid-air spread eagle as the pumping, pounding piston went into overdrive. Ashley watched, hypnotised by the jiggling of an ass so dummy thicc that its owner needed special sound-dampers built into the seat of her sneaking suit to prevent the clap of her cheeks from alerting passing guards.

Schlu-kah! Schlu-kah! Schlu-kah! Schlu-kah!

As the sounds from the machinery and its captive settled back down to their usual pace, Ashley found herself being swept along by an invisible ****. Swept along a dark, hot tunnel until she reached what could only be described as a throne room. And at the far end of it, legs spread, sat a dark figure on a throne of oily black metal that glittered with pale blue lights. Each leg was adorned with the most beautiful ornament that Ashley had ever seen - Jane Shepard and Liara T'Soni, straddling a thick, muscular thigh and humping their bare, dripping slits against the skintight fabric of the figure's clothing. Facing away from her, they gave Ashley the view she'd always craved; four perfect globes of firm flesh, two pale and two blue, fully bare for her to ogle and drool over to her heart's content.

How many times had Ashley caught herself staring at either of them in the halls or the gym? How many times had she rubbed one out to a porn star who looked just a little too much like them? How many times had the words 'I want you' been on the tip of her tongue? How many times had they haunted her dreams, wiggling and jiggling their phat fucking asses in her helpless face? Fuck, she couldn't take it anymore! She wanted to see them clap those cheeks back on some massive, veiny strap-on, preferably attached to herself! She want them to turn into squealing, gasping wrecks under powerful hands, like the ones she could now see groping them! She wanted to see them made slaves to an enormous, musky she-bulge like the one between this shadowy figure's legs-

Ashley's head snapped up and her eyes opened with a gasp as she rolled out of bed from a position she was, sadly, all too familiar with; face down, ass up and humping her hand. It was novel that she'd done it in her sleep, though. A quick look at her terminal let her know the cause of her dream, Fornax's award-winning Interspecies Lesbians: Anal Fuckfest series still playing back-to-back. "Number fifteen, if I'm guessing right..." she muttered to herself, before realising what had just slipped from her mouth and shaking her head, her latest wet dream already slipping away from her conscious mind. "Fuck, I need some water. How the hell did I forget to turn it off, anyway?"