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The chief duty of a Spectre and those that worked for them was the preservation of galactic stability. Sometimes that was high-profile, big and bombastic, going on epic adventures for all to see. Other times, in fact most times, it was a lot grittier, grimier, lots of work behind-the-scenes and little public recognition.

This was one of those cases.

Pink Sand. It was reportedly a new **** making waves in intergalactic sex trafficking. For the most part people were tightlipped, not wanting to reveal any associations or indiscretions they might have had, but the rumor was that girls who were on it were something else; willing, able, and wild in bed. They also apparently became a lot more forgiving about being kidnapped, enslaved, shoved in a box, and shipped across the galaxy against their will. In fact, one might even say they were grateful.

"Or that's what I've heard," Aria said. She was reclining in her usual spot in Afterlife. Shepard and Liara were standing across from her, listening to her intently. "Whatever the case, it's cutting into my bottom line, and I want it dealt with. I know where it's coming from. I give you the place, you bring down whoever's behind it, and we all go home happy," Shepard and Liara exchanged glances. They knew that Aria wanted something when she called, that was the only reason she'd ever reach out to them, but this wasn't what they had expected. Liara's resources had first put them on the trail of this operation, however, that investigation was still in its early stages. For Aria to hand them it on a silver plate, now that was tempting. Of course...

"What's the catch?" Shepard asked.

"No catch," Aria replied. "You're simply taking on the risk of being shot at instead of my people. I'm sure you're used to that by now." Shepard looked at Liara again, who gave a nod.

"Done. Where are we going?"

"Not far."

...

Oasis, a high end club in a low end town in the Terminus Systems. It didn't look that way from the outside. Outside it was just like everything else, dirty and worn down, but look closely and one could see the doors were shiny and new, reinforced and carefully sealed. The windows were all bulletproofed and tinted. Easy enough to see out, far harder to see in. There were armed guards posted at the doors, each armored in black and red.

All of that, however, was less conspicuous than the two streetwalkers out front. They were both Asari, both had tits and asses the size of volleyballs, and both giggled like ditz when anyone came up and asked for a good time. There was one another thing: they're usually blue sequin skin was a bright shade of pink.

"Damn," Jack said, "those are some fine ass bitches."

"Only you would find those poor creatures 'fine', Jack," said Miranda, rolling her eyes, standing nearby.

"With tits like that? What would you call them?"

"I'd call them cheap whores," Miranda declared, before adding snidely. "Like you, come to think of it."

"You wanna go cheerleader?"

"Knock it off, both of you. Save the aggression for the guys in there," Shepard declared over comms.

"I concur," Liara interjected. "There will be time for fighting and... ogling, later."

"Liara, you didn't tell me Asari came in bubblegum flavor."

"We don't," Liara growled. "It's likely the result of some kind of mutated phenotype. They're likely twins."

"Twins eh?" Jack lipped her lips.

"Quit it," Shepard interjected. "We move on three."

...

The raid was lightning fast and mostly clean. Bust in, take out the bad guys, secure the premises. They managed, but unfortunately, the mercenaries proved ferocious in their own right. They made off with their 'property' while Shepard and company were pinned down by suppressing fire. By the time they'd mopped up, the bad guys were gone, the women they'd come to help gone with them.

It wasn't a total loss, however, as they found crates filled with Pink Sand, They had apparently prioritized their moneymakers over the stuff that kept them docile. They also had a name.

"Talons?" Shepard asked in the Normandy's war room. "Never heard of them."

"The Talons are an organized mercenary company," Liara said. "Seems they've gone into business for themselves. I'd heard rumors of them challenging Aria's dominance on her own station. Still I never thought they'd stoop as low as this."

"So that's what she meant by cutting into her bottom line..." Shepard had been rolling that over in her mind for awhile. "I didn't think Aria was involved in the **** trade."

"As far as I know, she isn't," Liara confirmed.

"She doesn't need to be," Miranda interjected, having invited herself to this meeting as executive officer. "Aria runs nightclubs and whorehouses all over the Terminus Systems. If this stuff makes her 'employees' more attractive to clients, and they don't complain about her shortchanging them, she'd multiply her money. Without any competition, she'd be swimming in cash."

"Pardon the interruption," said the floating holographic orb of EDI. "Shepard, I have been attempting to contact Omega as you requested. However, I have been unable to reach Aria T'Loak. All transmissions simply go unanswered."

"That tears it," Shepard grimaced. "Set a course for Omega, EDI. Time to find out what this is really all about."

...

In the hangar bay, Jack was sneaking about, making her way to the crates they'd lifted off of Oasis. She wasn't as prudish as the rest of the pussies on board this ship. This stuff was apparently something else, plus a bit of it could be sold for a pretty penny on the black market. Shepard probably wouldn't notice if a couple of ounces went missing.

She opened one of the magnetic crates and gazed inside. Pink Sand looked true to its name, a fine dust of magenta-colored silicates. It looked so inviting, it even seemed to glow. All you had to do to take a hit was hold it in your hands and breathe; the heat from the touch of the human body was enough to sublimate it into mist. Convenient.

Jack pushed her hands into the sand and pulled out a rapidly diminishing handful. As the first wisps of pink mist entered her mouth and nose, she felt an immediate sense of euphoria wash over her. She felt relaxed, she felt good, she felt... wet. She smirked. She could see why people liked this stuff. It made silly little girls cum their brains out! She giggled softly to herself at the thought.

Wait. What the fuck was that? She snapped back to reality. She hadn't thought that. Why would she? Silly little girl brains didn't think... wait no! That wasn't right either! That wasn't... Jack felt suddenly light-headed. Her body felt like it was on fire, she felt like she was edging towards the greatest orgasm of her life. She started trembling and panting as she got wetter and wetter. She hadn't even touched herself yet.

"Oh gawd..." She let out. That didn't sound right, but she wasn't sure why. "Like... What's happening to me? I feel so, like, good!" She cried, not realizing her lips had puffed up, as she reached into her pants with one hand and cupped her breast with the other. She was so busy fucking herself that she didn't notice her tattoos fading, or her skin turning a light tan. She didn't feel her hair grow from her shaved head down to her upper back, nor did she notice it lightening until it was a bright blonde. She did notice how huge her tits and her ass were, but why shouldn't they be bigger than her head? Silly little girls were supposed to have empty little heads... Silly little girls were supposed to cum their brains out!

"Silly little girls are supposed to cum their brains out!" Jackie giggled as she kept rubbing. It made sense to Jackie now. Like why would she need to think for herself when others could think for her? She could be their little plaything and they could do whatever they wanted to her! She could cum her little brains out and be all theirs, just like all the good girls should be.

"Oh! Ah!" She squealed as she edged closer. "Fuck!" That pretty pink stuff was still in the air. It matched her pretty pink eyes. She wished she could have more, but some primordial instinct pushed that thought down to her pussy, along with all her previous memories, personality, and free thoughts. She couldn't waste her owner's pretty pink powder. They needed it, she needed it, how else was she going to make all the silly little girls aboard the Normandy good girls like her? The pretty pink powder makes silly little girls brains go bye bye!

That thought pushed her over the edge. In an instant, she came so hard that she felt like she might take off like a rocket, as the changes to her mind and body became permanent. She fell backwards, what remained of her clothes tearing away, as she fell into the open container of Pink Sand. More of it sublimated. Jackie lay there like the vapid airhead she was, giggling to herself in a pink haze. Deep in the burned out husk that was once her mind, a compulsion grew, one she could not and would not resist.

The door to the hanger bay slid open.

"What in the..." said an exasperated Miranda. "Who..." She saw the big, busty, blonde bombshell lying on the floor, head in the open crate. "Freeze!" She said, drawing her pistol. "No sudden movements. Who are you? How did you get aboard the... the..." She found herself at a loss for words as the woman she was accosting sat up and turned to smile at her. For any other changes, the face was unmistakable. "Oh my god, Jack?! What happened to you?! You... You look like a bimbo!"

"Like... What do you mean Miri? Like, of course I'm a total bimbo! Hehe!" She giggled. "And soon... You'll be too!"