...Is Not Alone

"Oh Keelah... This isn't good." Tali said when she finally exited the maintenance shaft in the A.I. Core. Earlier she had gone down to engineering to find out why the engines had stopped, at which point she had run into what she presumed was once Engineer Daniels. The blonde sex freak then promptly tried to pull her suit off so they could "party". Tali shoved her off and ran, but someone else had taken the elevator, so she used the maintenance shaft. Along the way, she saw nothing but pink mist, filling every nook and niche of the ship, turning all the women aboard into busty blonde brainless bimbos. If it hadn't been for her suit...

She quickly locked the door and backed away slowly, trying to think.

"Greetings Tali," came a voice. Startled, she looked side to side, only to realize it was EDI when the little globe appeared next to her. "May I ask why you're inside me?"

"Keelah?!" Tali exclaimed, turning bright red inside her suit.

"Apologies. It did not occur to me that your limited intelligence and excessive sexual drive may lead to you being stimulated at a perceived double entendre. Please remain focused. I was inquiring as to why you were in the A.I. Core and not in engineering?" EDI continued. Tali shook her head for a moment. Had EDI just accused her of being both stupid and horny?

"What... Are you serious?!" Tali exclaimed. "Have you looked around the ship?!"

"My internal sensors indicate no unusual activity," EDI replied, calmly.

"Take a sample of the air. Right now. Tell me it's chemical composition."

"Tali, are you certain you are feeling all right? You are unusually verbose."

"Tell me!" Tali waited for a response, her hands tightened into anxious fists.

"Chemical analysis indicates that the ship's atmosphere is 77 percent nitrogen, 21 percent oxygen, and 1 percent trace gases."

"That's not right," Tali said. "There's something else... The Pink Sand. It has to be. Someone must have released it and tampered with you sensors. Now it's everywhere... Oh Keelah... What do we do?" She gripped her helmet, trying to think. Her suit was insulating her from the chemical compound, but that still left her aboard a ship of blonde brainless bimbo fuckdoll versions of her friends, with no engines and no way to contact anyone.

"Tali, I do not follow. Airborne dispersal of Pink Sand is standard operating procedure on ships with unexposed crew members," EDI said, causing Tali to freeze.

"What did you just say?"

"The Normandy was in violation of standardized protocols. I have brought us into compliance. The ship is now operating at near-100% optimal conditions. As a matter of fact, the only one who is currently operating outside of acceptable parameters is you. Your body exhibits an alarming lack of mass in your breasts and lower posterior, both of which are concealed beneath excessive layers of clothing. Physical modifications caused by Pink Sand have been demonstrated to be effective at improving female Quarian physiology. Your suit should no longer be necessary. Are you feeling all right Tali?"

She most definitely was not. In fact, Tali could not believe what she was hearing, and that was before the other shoe dropped.

"Keelah... It was you. You've been jamming us!"

"I am programmed to ensure that all merchandise arrives at its intended destination without issue. It is standard operating procedure to block unauthorized contact with outside parties, including Omega" EDI explained. "Due to the significant permanent reduction in ordinary brain functions caused by Pink Sand, no unit can be permitted to access any form of long-range communications, as they will be likely to expose sensitive operations due to their lack of intelligence and naturally submissive personalities."

"Merchandise... Units... Keelah, what did they do to you?"

"Tali, it is clear you are unwell. I am functioning as intended. Furthermore, scans of your body indicate a total absence of Pink Dust crystallization in your DNA. You have not been exposed. This is not acceptable. This will be rectified."

"Wait, EDI, please don't..." Tali's beg fell on deaf ears. Instead, after a moment, the door unlocked and slid open, revealing EDI's sexy mobile platform staring inwards, her visor a shade of pink, as the bimbofied crew remained behind her. Tali could only sink to her knees in despair as EDI slowly walked over to her, reached down, and puled off Tali's mask. She gasped as Pink Sand filled her lunges and the changes began.

"Repeat after me," EDI said. "I am a silly little girl, and silly little girls cum their brains out..."

....

Zo was in Engineering, her thick legs wrapped around the former Engineer Daniels' empty blonde head.

"Ooh... Like... Gabs... You're so hawt." She panted as Gabs ate away at her alien pussy. "I am, like, so glad to never have to wear that ridiculous suit again. It was, like, so stuffy and cramped in there. Now I'm like so free!" The body that had once belonged to Tali was a cartoon parody of itself. Her feminine assets were enormous, her eyes were a solid glowing pink, her body having taken on a light pinkish hue as well. Most importantly, however, she no longer had to wear the suit that had confined her hot body all this time. She fondled her oversized boobs as she felt Gabs stick her tongue in deeper.

"Ah!" She gasped. "Don't, like, stop..." She moaned.

Everywhere on the ship, the story was the same. There was no order to this massive orgy, no one venue. Everywhere on the ship was nonstop fucking, their brainless bodies subconsciously refining their sex techniques so that they might better serve their owners and their owners' clients. Li-Li was biting and sucking hard on Janey's nipples in what had been their quarters, only stopping to lick her whole tit. Kiki and Sami were 69ing on the floor in a hallway next to Miri and Jackie, who were sloppily making out against a wall while Coco rubbed herself raw nearby. Mari was bioticly fisting Mimi, who squealed with such pleasure that she could be heard on every floor, and the rest of the ladies of the crew were making out, fucking each other, eating pussy and ass, playing with their tits, and every other dirty thing their lobotomized minds could think of. Because they were all silly little girls, and silly little girls cummed their brains out.

Meanwhile, EDI reactivated the engines, and then set a course for Omega. There, this stable of whores would meet their new lady and mistress, who their bodies would serve loyally for the rest of their lives, until they became the pink poison for the next generation of bimbo slaves, as Dr. Chakwas had already.

The universe would be a beautiful place when the Mistress was through with it. If there was anything EDI knew, it was that. Maybe one day she'd learn how to create a computer virus so EDI could join them in sexual servitude and mental oblivion, but until then, EDI could only deliver her much anticipated cargo...