Take control of EDI's body.

Focusing her new electronic consciousness, Shepard was able to bruteforce her way into the Cerberus Infiltrator unit her AI companion EDI had adopted towards the start of the war.

It was a little disorienting to be back in a body after a span of months as a floating digital construct, even if it wasn't flesh and blood. Shepard took a moment or two to realise where exactly on the Normandy she was.

The answer to that question, unfortunately, was on her knees, taking Joker's cock.

The pilot had started a relationship with EDI. Coincedentally, this had begun not long after her acquisition of the sexually attractive gynoid model Shepard currently controlled.

His hands firmly planted on "EDI's" simulation hair, Jeff thundered into her throat, being rougher than any human woman could handle.

Another unfortunate side effect of her robotic state was that Joker, quite logically, never let her come up for air. Perhaps Shepard was unaccustomed to using her new body, but the brittle-boned pilot was surprsingly strong when it meant keeping a beautiful mech's mouth on his prick.

It was curious, Shepard noted. Now that she was no longer bound to her fleshy, hormone-controlled body, the idea of taking a cock was no longer as repugnant to her as it had been during her biological life. Now she only felt the pleasurable stimuli, and the satisfaction of satisfying her partner.

"Joker, it's me!" Shepard finally managed to slip away from the pilot's cock. A combined trail of Jeff's pre-cum and a saliva-like lubricant dangled from her steel-coloured lips.

"I know it's you EDI." Joker said, sounding annoyed. "You think I'd say hello like this to Garrus?"

"No, I-" "EDI's" voice was cut off as Joker seized her once again and **** her down deep on his cock.

As her subordinate continued to unknowingly use her throat, Shepard decided that perhaps the path of least resistance would be the quickest.

Looking into her new subroutines, Shepard activated a function that allowed her to vibrate her throat in a manner that only very experienced asari lovers were able to do naturally.

The Illusive Man had spared no expense in making her body the ultimate infiltration tool. And Shepard had watched enough espionage pornvids in her time to know that the best method of infiltration was often via a bed.

Jeff seemed to appreciate it, if the way he gripped her head and inarticulately thanked her for the privilege were anything to go by.

It wasn't long before Shepard's new approach reaped it's rewards. Joker fired rope after rope of hot cum down her throat. The first load of cum she'd ever taken, and here she was without taste receptors.

"EDI, that was... Um, that was somethin'." Joker gasped. Shepard wisely stood up. She didn't want Joker having a second wind as she attempted to explain herself again.

"I need to explain. Let me talk." Shepard began, holding out a hand towards Joker. "I'm not EDI, I'm Shepard. I survived the Crucible. It was me that controlled the Reapers and sent them away."

A look of something between alarm and confusion was quickly forming on Joker's face.

"You need to contact Admiral Hackett, then take me to see-" As Joker fiddled with his omni-tool, Shepard came to a stop and slumped down as she was shut down.

-

When Shepard rebooted, she was lying on a bench in the shielded section of the AI core. It was good to know one didn't need to be truly alive to experience deja vu.

As she sat up, Shepard felt a dampness between her legs. Reaching a finger inside her new pussy, Shepard noted that Joker had christened it as she stood inactive.

Instinctually sucking his cum off her finger, Shepard remembered about her lack of taste receptors. Perhaps that would be upgrade number 1. That or having an Avenger **** rifle built into one of her arms...

Hearing the door begin to open, Shepard stood up, and moved to the front of her makeshift cell.