Once You Go Blonde...

Samantha Traynor was an Oxford University graduate, a gifted communication specialist capable of translating and transcribing alien languages, intercepting coded transmissions and breaking said codes in hours, and a chess prodigy who could challenge, if not always beat, the most sophisticated programs available. Unfortunately for her, her intellectual achievements and intelligence paled in comparison to her lust and desire. So when she saw her former crewmates and friends approaching her down the hallway, giggling as their enlarged assets jiggled pleasingly on their bare chests, she almost leapt into their arms to let them do whatever they wanted to her.

Thankfully, Kelly Chambers had been standing next to her at the time, and while she saw the appeal, she also had enough brain cells to realize now would be a good time to run. So she grabbed Samantha by the arm and rushed her quickly to their shared quarters, which she rapidly sealed behind her, making sure that unless they blew it apart, it wouldn't be opening from the outside. The two slumped to the floor, Kelly panting.

"Kelly?" asked Samantha, her eyes glazed over as she stared into the middle distance, her face noticeably redder then it had been.

"What?" Kelly replied, turning to look at her.

"Am I dreaming?"

"If you are, it's a nightmare, and I'd like to wake up. I knew taking this job was a bad idea. Nothing good ever comes of helping Aria." It wasn't hard for Kelly to put two and two together. They bring on some weird pink aphrodisiac and next thing they know suddenly part of the crew have become braindead bimbo sex doll versions of themselves. There are a finite number of universes in which that was a coincidence and this was not one of them.

Aria. Samantha thought about her for a moment, wondering what she would look like if she were all pink and pumped up like Liara had been in the hallway. What she wouldn't give to taste her...

"Hey!" Kelly snapped in her face. "Are you even listening? We're in trouble here Sam."

"Um... Yes... Yes of course I am! Of course we are! Yep!" Samantha nodded her head vigorously. "What do we do now?"

"We have to warn the rest of the ship," she rapidly punched some holographic buttons on her omnitool. "This is Kelly Chambers to Shepard. Come in Shepard. Please respond. It's an emergency, I repeat, please respond." No answer. "Damn."

"Maybe they got her already..." Samantha posited, trying her best to look like she wasn't fantasizing about that possibility, and failing all the same.

"No way, Shepard will pull through. She always does."

"But you saw Liara..."

"Yeah, but you know who I didn't see? Shepard, and until I do..." She trailed off at a sudden knocking on the door.

"Yoo-hoo!" came the sing song voice of Jackie. "The party's, like, out here silly girls!"

"Yeah!" Miri chimed in. "You should like totes come out and cum your little brains out! Just like we did! It's, like, so great and my pussy is, like, so ready for you Sami! There's so much we can, like, learn from you! You can, like, show us all how to really work our tongues, and then we can, like, show you how great it is to suck cock!" She chuckled after that exclamation, as did Jackie, like they were schoolgirls gossiping at their locker. "So, like, what are you waiting for? Let us in! You know you want to!"

"Oh wait!" interjected Liara, or Li-Li as she was now. "Maybe they, like, started without us! Maybe Kiki's busy pounding Sami, like, right up her tight ass!"

"Oui oui! She does have the tightest derriere on the ship," came a french voice that could only belong to the creature that had once been Dr. Michel.

"Aw! No fair! I thought, like, my ass was tightest!" Miri sounded crestfallen and they went back and forth like that for a little bit. Samantha was moistening with every word, she hadn't felt this horny in years, but she resisted the urge to leap for the controls and let them in. Kelly was proud of her, sort of, although she had the strange hunch that Samantha's self control involved some alternate fantasies involving the two of them and a twelve inch silvery dildo with mass effect fields.

"Like... Okay," shrugged Jackie when the argument finally died off, "but you, like, have to come out sometime!"

"Yeah, and when you come out, we'll help you silly girls cum your little brains out!" Miri giggled. They listened until they all disappeared from earshot, no doubt going off to convert more of the crew.

"Great... What are we going to do now?" Kelly groaned.

"I would have thought the answer was obvious," Samantha said.

"Is it now?" Kelly was skeptical.

"Well... Either we wait here until they wear themselves out and make a break for a shuttle... Or..."

"Or?"

"Or we open this door and let them take us right here and now."

"Ah," Kelly grunted. "Well between you and me, I think I prefer the first option."

Before Samantha could argue the merits of the second option, there was a hissing sound in the ceiling, and they looked up to see a mysterious pink mist crawling out of the air vents.

...

Ashley was in the armory performing routine weapon maintenance when the mist crept into the room. She didn't notice it until it was far too late. At first she just felt dizzy, then she started to sweat. Almost unconsciously she reached down and began to unzip her uniform, and the moment she did, she felt a sudden rush of relief run through her. Exposing her skin didn't just feel good, it felt right, and so she continued, peeling off her clothes piece by piece until she was stripped down to her skin.

And yet, that wasn't enough. She felt the heat within her, growing, spreading like a fever. Her head was as light as cotton candy, and she was seeing pink. It was in the air, it was in her head, and she had to get it out of her. Unable to think clearly through the hot pink haze, her hands wandered, one groping her breast, the other fingering her moistening pussy.

"Gawd... I'm like... so hot... I need to... I need to... Ugh..." Her eyes rolled back in her head and her tongue lolled out of her head as she started to rub, the heat continuing to build, cooking her skin to a golden tan as her body swelled...

...

A few moments ago, Kasumi Goto had been knocked on her ass by the Asari Justicar Samara. Apparently trying to steal those little ornaments off of her forehead while she meditated was a bad idea. Then, just as it seemed like she was going to get a lecture about the evils of her ways again, there was a sort of hissing sound, and a pink mist crept into the room from the vents on the ceiling. Samara trailed off, and a stupid grin stretched across her face. Kasumi wouldn't have believed it if she hadn't seen it herself, not that she had a lot of time to think about it. A few moments later and she was throwing her head back in ecstasy as her tits and ass busted out of her uniform. Her hair grew long and blonde, eyelashes pronounced and sharp, her cheeks blushed, and her head was nice and empty like all good girls should be. She'd have been rubbing herself senseless if not for the sound of metal tinkling to the floor. She looked up to see Mari, big, busty, and hot pink, her little ornaments having fallen off.

"You've been a bad girl haven't you?" Mari asked, coquettishly.

"Like... I've been a bad girl!" Mimi giggled, sitting on the ground, her finger to her lip. She watched as Mari's hand glowed, and she conjured a great big biotic dildo in her hand.

"Stand up slut, and bend over," she commanded, and Mimi obeyed, tearing off what remained of her clothes and bending over a railing. A moment later, she squealed as the former Asari Justicar began to fuck her up the ass, the last bits of her mind disappearing.

...

Commander Shepard lay on the floor of her quarters, naked, curled in the fetal position as she clutched her head in the pink mist. Her clothes were lying a few feet away; she had torn them off just as Ashley had. Her pale skin was getting splotches of a light tan, her red hair flecked with bubblegum blonde.

"I am Jane Hannah Shepard," she mumbled to herself. "Rank. Commander. Service number. 5923-AC-2826. I was born on Mindoir. I served on Akuze. I love Liara T'Soni. I am Jane Hannah..." She repeated, trying desperately to hold onto herself. She didn't know what was happening exactly, but her brain was on fire. This mist... Where had it come from? She could feel something worming its way into her synapses, coating them with bright pink sugar and making her head all soft and mushy. It wanted to get rid of her, she realized, it wanted to hollow her out and fill her up with someone else, and the worst part was that it made her think that idea was so hot.

"I am Jane Hannah Shepard," she started again. "Rank... Commander... Service... 5923-AC-2826... I was born on... born on Mindoir... I served on... a... c... c... I love Li... Lia... Li-Li! No!" She exclaimed in horror, the exclamation sandwiched between an inadvertent giggle as her body and mind betrayed her. She knew that wasn't right. She tried to focus. She remembered the first time they met. It was in a Prothean tomb, the sexy fuckable Asari had gotten herself trapped, bound, stripped down to her big breasted pink body...

"I'm, like, Janey Shepard!" She giggled, as her body finished up, her brain little more than a sugar crystal in her head. "Command me! I'll, like, service you! I'll, like, serve your cock! I'm a total bimbo slut!"

...

Kiki panted, her legs wrapped around Sami's head, her blonde hair bobbing slightly as Sami licked away. Kiki scratched her head.

"Hey, like, Sami?" She asked. "Why did we, like, lock ourselves in here again? Something seems, like, wrong... Agh!" She held the thought for only a moment as her brain melted in orgasmic delight.

How could anything that felt this right be wrong?