They Picked Shepard

The room fell silent as Shepard's eyes widened in shock. "You can't be serious," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. The crew members exchanged glances, their faces expressionless.

"We're completely serious, Commander," Miranda said, her voice firm. "We've discussed this at length, and we all agree that it's the best way to boost morale."

Shepard's eyes scanned the room, searching for any sign of dissent, but found none. "And you all voted for... me?" she asked, her voice laced with incredulity.

Liara nodded. "Yes, Commander. We all agree that you're the best candidate for the position."

"Let me get this straight." Shepard said. "You want me to basically become a naked sex **** to all the women of the Normandy?"

Miranda leaned forward, her eyes locked on Shepard's. "We're not using those exact words, Commander," she said calmly. "But essentially, yes. We believe it would be beneficial for the crew's morale."

Shepard's face twisted in disgust. "You can't be serious," she repeated, her voice laced with incredulity. "I'm your commander, not some plaything for you all to use."

This would be mutually beneficial to you Shepard." Liara said. "Think about it, you would be free from the responsibilities of command, and able to focus on the well-being of the crew in a different way. And in return, the crew would have their morale boosted, and their needs met."

Shepard's mind raced as she tried to process what she was hearing. The idea was so far-fetched, so unconventional, that she couldn't help but be skeptical.

"Let's say I agreed." Shepard spoke, her voice laced with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. "I want details on what you would have me do." She leaned back in her chair, her eyes fixed on Miranda, who seemed to be the de facto leader of the group.

Miranda's expression remained calm and collected, but a hint of excitement flickered in her eyes. "Well, Commander, as the Normandy's... pet, you would be responsible for catering to the needs of the female crew members," she began, her voice measured and deliberate.

Shepard raised an eyebrow, her mind racing with the implications. "What exactly does that entail?" she asked, her voice firm but cautious.

Liara spoke, her eyes locked on Shepard's as she began to explain the details of the proposal. "This would include providing sexual release, as well as performing various tasks to ensure their comfort and well-being."

Shepard's eyes narrowed, her mind racing with the implications. "What kind of tasks?" she asked, her voice firm but cautious.

Liara took a deep breath, "Well, as I was saying, the tasks would include things like cleaning, cooking, and providing entertainment. We understand that this is a significant change from your current role, but we believe it would be beneficial for everyone involved."

Shepard's mind was racing. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. The idea of becoming a "pet" to her crew was so far-fetched, so unconventional, that she couldn't help but feel a sense of disgust. But at the same time, she couldn't deny the appeal of being free from the responsibilities of command.

"And I would be forbidden to wear clothes?" Shepard asked, her voice laced with a mix of shock and disbelief.

Miranda nodded. "Yes, Commander. As the Normandy's pet, it is important that you are always available and accessible to the female crew members. Clothing would only serve as a barrier between you and them. It would also be a symbol of your submission and obedience."

Shepard's mind was reeling. The thought of being naked in front of her crew was both exhilarating and terrifying. She had always been in control, always been the one giving orders.

"Shepard," Liara spoke, her voice low and soothing. "How many times have you given up control? This would do you good and help everyone involved."

Shepard's mind flashed back to the countless times she had put the needs of others before her own, the times she had sacrificed her own desires for the greater good. She thought about the weight of responsibility that came with being the commander, the constant pressure to make the right decisions.

"If I agree how would you treat me?" Shepard asked. "Would you be kind or cruel?"

Shepard's question hung heavy in the air, as the crew members exchanged glances. Miranda was the first to speak. "We would treat you with respect, Commander," she said, her voice firm but gentle. "We understand that this is a big change for you, and we would do our best to make sure you're comfortable and well-cared for."

"We would also make sure that you have the freedom to decline any activity that you're not comfortable with," Liara added. "This arrangement would be based on mutual consent and respect."

"But at the same time we will have to be stern sometimes." Miranda said. "You will need to be train on your role and how to properly preform your duties."