Mass Effect Game Over Stories: Chapter 1
This is a Mass Effect fanfiction I wrote focused around the characters Garrus Vakarian and the Thorian. (From the first game) I am dissapointed in all of you for not doing this sooner, foreshame!
Mass Effect Game Over Stories: Chapter 1
Garrus was on the top of his world! After a long and unfulfilled service to C-Sec on the Citadel he was finally going places! Places he chose to go, no one told him to join up with Shepard and his group, in fact several people cautioned against it! He wouldn't listen, not with the opportunity to help people without being bound by red bureaucratic tape. When the law becomes powerless freedoms or rules should be sacrificed, Garrus always thought this was necessary. He never regretted losing his chance to become a Spectre when his father intervened, but now he was starting to see the benefit of being above the law. Just how much one can accomplish when completely free of the red tape.
So you can imagine his excitement when Shepard calls him up for every mission. Even if they're heading into what would normally be considered suicidal odds on some backwoods human colony on a planet called Feros. Another Geth attack but one strike team from Shepard's crew is somehow sufficient. He doesn't care who he's saving though, whether it be human or turian, he was going to finally make a difference somewhere! Taking one last check to make sure all his equipment was running normally he joined Shepard and Wrex.
When they landed they were greeted rather rudely considering Shepard's status, it must be a human thing, he realized. Shepard didn't seem to mind so he wouldn't say anything. As they met with the leader of the human colony he quickly realized they got there just in time. The next thing he knew he was whipping his sniper rifle around to try and catch those damn Geth hoppers as they stormed into the old prothean ruins to investigate.
After taking out an underground Geth transmitter, restoring the colony water supply, killing a mutated varren and finding some power cells to restore power to the colony they left to go investigate why the Geth attacked this world in the first place. Supposedly this Thorian was a plant creature ExoGeni found and were studying. You see, it apparently had mind controlling abilities and was controlling the people at the colony. Garrus just thought the human's odd behavior was normal among their species. Humans were odd creatures after all, each one being completely different then the last despite how many of them there were. So he didn't find their strange behavior... strange, if that makes sense. Hell he met stranger ones as C-Sec on the Citadel.
It was a tricky operation, one he wasn't used to. They couldn't hurt the colonists but they had to get passed them to get to the Thorian. Some kind of sick monster was there to greet them was there to greet them, not to mention the colonist's firing upon them. It took all of Garrus's will not to simply pick off the insane civilians. Shepard had a plan though, so while Garrus and Wrex fought the horde of what could only be described as creepers. They looked like humans that grew moldy but were still alive, if that's what you call living.
The creatures were not difficult to deal with, they had no intelligence and all they would do is run up to you and start spewing some weird gas into the air, not even directly at you most of the time. A little bit of medi gel would clean up any scratches they left behind or sick feeling from their poisonous attack. Then they were storming the colony, luckily Shepard devised a way to neutralize the colonist's with a grenade upgrade that knocked them out instead of killing them. Wrex didn't understand why Shepard simply did not kill them, but Garrus knew that was coming. Luckily Wrex was good at following orders and was strong enough not to be phased by their weeny little pistols so Garrus knew there would be no casualties as long as he kept his cool.
Eventually they managed to subdue the irate colonists and remove the freighter from the entrance to the Thorian which was underground. Garrus shuddered at the scents that wafted up from the strangely neat staircase. It smelled like rot, but not in an offensive way, like a sweet fruit that was left out of refrigeration too long. Before they could descend the stair case, the leader of the Colonist's appeared and Shepard was out of grenades. The man was mumbling something about how the colonists trust him, how "it" wants him to stop them. Then in a weird twist of events he shot himself, and died.
Garrus wasn't left wondering what kind of monster could have the power to enslave so many humans for long though. When they got down there he couldn't even finish his sentence before his voice trailed off. In front of them, resting in the center of the ruins which seemed to spiral into the center of the planet was the Thorian. A massive, pulsing monster of a plant with large tendrils connecting it to the walls. The thing was huge! Possibly the size of a small ship! The front end (he hoped) had a strange face like appearance without eyes, with large tentacles hanging from what looked like a mouth.
Garrus winced and shuddered in disgust as long strands of drool kept pouring out of it's mouth, yet oddly enough the creature still smelled sweet. It was... disturbing. Especially when it seemed to react to their approach, Shepard didn't even recoil when it spit out an Asari with a sickeningly wet plop. The asari didn't talk much, she just confirmed Saren had been there and that trades were made. He found it difficult to focus on anything being said at the moment, mostly focusing on how to kill the thing if they even could.
She didn't talk long though, because she was firing on them within seconds of appearing. Charging up her biotic powers, but Shepard and Wrex were ready, unleashing hell from their automatic weapons. Her biotic barrier quickly falling as did her armor before she finally did as well. He snapped out of his daze and brought up his rifle as the sounds of those damn monsters' moaning crept into his skull. There was something else too, a strangely loud humming that seemed to be coming from inside his head. Then he was chasing after Shepard and Wrex as fast as he could as they went to destroy the tendrils attached to the walls. Garrus knew Shepard would think of something! They managed to break one and the giant plant let out an inhuman screech as it squirmed and shook the ruins.
Unfortunately for Garrus it shook loose something from the ceiling as they were about to climb the stairs to the next tendril, still trailing behind trying to pick off more of the thorian's creepers before they got to them. He shielded his face as the debris settled and looked to see Shepard struggling to move it out of the way. He could see Wrex fighting off more creepers on the other side and out of the corner of his eye saw another asari clone approaching them. "Go on with out me! Kill the damn thing! I'll be fine!" he shouted over confidently to his friends before crouching down and beginning to pick off more of the creepers. Each one exploding into compost before another replaced it. He looked back and noticed Shepard was already moving to take care of the Asari.
Garrus just had to hold these things off long enough until Shepard killed the Thorian. Hopefully with it dead these things will be unable to move on their own. He was losing ground though, cursing as his rifle wouldn't cool down fast enough for him to shoot the next creeper before it gained a little more ground. Eventually he pulled out his assault rifle, despite his lack of training in it compared to the sniper rifle, it had more bullets to shoot before overheating. It wasn't long though before they would get close enough to spew more spores from their mouths at him. He would smack one down, shoot it and two others would already be taking it's place. Why they didn't bring gas masks of any kind was beyond him but it was too late now.
It was strange that the creepers didn't attack, even as they were shot they would just stand there and spew that green cloud of spores into the air. Strangely enough it didn't smell offensive, it just smelled sweet like everything else here. Then it hit him, a large pain in his head as if a varren were in there chewing on his brain. It was so strong he even had to take a second to recompose himself, it's not like he had to worry about the creepers attacking with anything other then weak poison, and then something resonated from his head, a voice telling him it wasn't poison at all.
He gripped his assault rifle tightly and fired until his gun overheated wiping out the creepers that were surrounding him and making it difficult to concentrate, "Who's there?! Show yourself!" he shouted. He expected to see the asari approach but there was nobody there. He could hear more moaning and another wave of the creepers were there, advancing on him. He wondered how they would've moved so fast, maybe the poison- He couldn't finish that thought because another blast of searing pain shot through him from his brain and down his spine. He nearly dropped his gun this time and was seeing stars from it.
Garrus was panting wildly, inhaling the gas without any concern as he struggled to get back onto his feet, the creepers had already amassed around him again. He picked up his rifle and was about to shoot before that voice hit him again, this time clearer, more pronounced and firm, "Do not resist, meat. Surrender and you will not suffer anymore." it was almost like it was consoling him. He realized it must be the Thorian, he was going through whatever it was the colonist's were. He'd be damned if he was going to become mulch for a plant though and let out a loud roar as he closed his eyes tightly and fired away at the creepers despite the nerve wracking pain shooting through his nerves.
He managed to clear out half of the creepers before his hand would no longer listen to his mind over the pain and it spasmed, dropping the assault rifle to the ground. Garrus fell down and clutched his head in pain, groaning weakly. He opened his eyes to see how far Shepard had gotten but he couldn't hear anymore shouting or gun fire. The ruins weren't shaking anymore and everything seemed so calm. Garrus wouldn't believe it, he was hallucinating from the poison! It had to be! Shepard doesn't die this easily! It can't be real!
Then his vision was blanketed by the creepers and he felt their slick, squishy hands grabbing at him. He struggled at first, he knew how to fight after all. Yet every time he came close to killing one that voice would blast from inside his head and he would hesitate. Eventually he was subdued, not until he managed to kill a couple more of course even if he did suffer for it. His head was throbbing and his body felt weak, like someone drained all the energy out of him. He couldn't resist as he was picked up and carried off.
Any minute now he'd hear a huge explosion that would shake the ruin, threatening to collapse it. Shepard would run in and save him and they'd be on their way. Nothing happened though. Garrus began to worry that they might have failed because of him, if he had been more alert, and didn't stall... He couldn't focus on that long though, the creepers eventually set him down onto his own feet and carried him over to a wall. There was a large white, pulsating growth on it. He winced as he was pushed so close to it that his mandibles even touched it.
Then it busted open and he gasped, quickly wishing he hadn't because the scent it gave off was much more fowl then anything else down here. Inside of it there were holes in the wall and he tried to resist the creepers grip but there were simply too many. He grunted and writhed against them but stopped as two things crawled from the hole in the wall. Looking like small, slimy tentacles of some sorts. The two were about a foot a part from each other level to his head. They began to whip about and Garrus closed his eyes, fearful for the first time. Wondering if he was going to die here as he felt them slap onto his face and freeze.
They began to twist and explore his face making him grunt in disgust, he wanted to throw up. They slipped around to the sides of his head, he could feel them, wet, slippery. It felt so wrong, and even more so as they seemed quite intent on finding his ears, or the holes he considered ears. When they did they slipped into his skull and he grimaced from the disgusting, dirty and wrong feeling filling him up. Eyes opened wide and his body struggling out of an instinctual need to escape. The creepers braced him though quite readily and the tentacles managed to find their destination.
He could feel them digging deeper and deeper, horrifyingly slowly until finally it stopped. Everything seemed to stop, the voice that was in his head before giving him a huge headache, painfully loud and commanding was now sweet and clear. No longer needing to be loud it felt like it was whispering in his ear instead of shouting from the center of his brain. Garrus's wide eyes slowly closed as he listened to the voice, seemingly unable to do anything else. It told him to listen and so he simply must listen, there's no point in arguing anymore.
Garrus's body went limp and vaguely in the back of his mind he felt the creepers weight leave his body. He was standing there on his own and could leave! ... After he hears what this thing has to say of course. It began to tell him how he was silly to resist and he began to feel really silly. As if he told a stupid joke in front of an audience of strangers. It told him to put his hands against the wall, it was going to take care of him now, and he did. It told him to relax, and he did, even as he felt the creepers grabbing his legs and raising them up. He looked around and saw that they were resealing the strange, dripping pod around his body. Somewhere in the back of his mind he heard himself screaming to run, resist, fight! Anything! But he felt silly for listening to that voice, why would he resist when that only brought pain, how silly.
He closed his eyes as he felt the pod slowly begin to fill with a strange, thick fluid as the pod was finished being sealed. His body concealed inside and the creepers left. Garrus remembered that something was wrong, but he couldn't seem to find the will to care about it anymore. He was so relaxed and calm, he could feel his heartbeat slowing down. The voice was continuously whispering things into his mind that he couldn't understand. They were important words, things he should focus on and obey, but only a few words stood out. Like the command to open his mouth, and he did. He felt a tube slide passed his mandibles and down his relaxed throat. The voice told him the tube would feed him from now on and to suckle on it when he was hungry.
Garrus could hear something sizzling inside the pod as he felt the fluid rising up passed his waist and looked down to see his uniform being corroded. It didn't seem to effect his flesh whatsoever though, which was nice. Not that he could worry anymore since he was so relaxed. The turians firm leg muscles were held up against his chest in a fetal position and his arms crossed over them willingly as he felt more tendrils exploring his body.
The tendrils glided over his body, now seemingly no longer blind. They crawled over his large claw like feet and made them tingle and burn pleasantly. Then they slowly explored down his legs until they reached his rear end and crotch. Garrus was starting to have a hard time knowing what was going on, the fluid already up passed his head and almost finished filling the pod. The voice told him to spread his legs a little and he complied, realizing that resisting the voice was silly and embarrassing, far more then exposing his genitalia to the tendrils in the pod.
Then he felt it, there, within the center of the tendrils was an orifice, like a mouth. As it glided along his inner thigh it suckled at his firm muscles and he grunted as his fleshy cock began to expand and grow hard at the attention. The tube he was suckling on seemed to provide that sweetly scented air from back in the ruins. So he could breath, the fluid in the pod was so thick though that he found moving almost hard. All he could focus on though was those wonderful tendrils gliding along his sensitive flesh. Turians are a very tough species, even when naked. Like human males their only weakness was their genitals when exposed.
The tendrils slowly glided up and down his flesh until it reached it's limit. His cock fully hard at 12 inches and 1.5 inches thick he was just over average among his fellow turians. He felt the orifice at the tip of his cock, yet it was far too small to take his cock in. Then it expanded, and stretched and he groaned into the liquid on instinct as his entire cock was swallowed whole by the slick, wet appendage. Hugging his cock at every curve so perfectly as if it were made specifically for him. It didn't waste any time, slipping down to the base, the tendrils began to caress and glide across his swollen testicles, making him shudder and pant into the feeding/breathing tube. The tube surrounding his cock began to pulsate and jerk, creating a powerful suction that readjusted itself at seemingly random intervals and he found himself beginning to thrust into it. Gripping onto bumps on the wall with his hands and spreading his legs as wide as the pod would allow for him to hump into the suckling appendage. Yet despite how wonderful it felt he realized he couldn't reach climax, the voice chimed in, telling him how he would not achieve climax until they were finished and to enjoy the pleasure it provided so far.
The euphoric bliss that was coming from between his legs completely distracted him as he felt another shift in the fluid. A stronger tentacle this time, much larger then the others was creeping around behind him. Garrus didn't mind though, it was silly to worry about anything the Thorian would do to him, it was going to happen anyway. So he didn't resist as it prodded along his backside, he could feel the tentacle, about the size of his own cock, if not a little bigger, sliding against his ass against his tight, virgin hole. He could feel soft, rubbery bumped ridges along it.
However it would not go any further and Garrus took that as a sign for him to initiate it. He knew it wasn't really his choice to make but he stopped humping the suckling appendage and arched his back to present his asshole properly for the patient tentacle, despite it's size. Garrus let out a weak, gurgled grunt as he felt it react quickly, prodding at his hole with sheer force which pushed his own hips against the suckling appendage. It felt good, damn good and Garrus hardly noticed much of the initial pain of being penetrated. The tentacle slide in deep too, he could feel his belly bloating a little from how much was inside him. Garrus wasn't a doctor but he knew it should have hurt a lot more then what it did and remembered the voice telling him he would only suffer if he resisted.
This realization almost made him smile if not for the fact he realized he lost his virginity to the Thorean. Garrus never really thought it could happen, but someday hopefully when things calmed down he might have gotten a chance to try things with Shepard, his hero. The voice was in his head again, still as sweet as it ever was, still completely undeniable. It told him how silly it was to feel upset over that, how Shepard was dead and the turian named Garrus belonged to the Thorian now. The turian named Garrus could only smile dumbly and nod with his eyes closed, even as the voice revealed that he was going to be broken down and fed to the Thorian so that he might become part of something greater. His shell would become a fellow creeper while the essential juices and organs will be fed to the Thorian directly. In fact he was even told how the tentacle that was now pumping into his no longer tight, turian ass was going to help that process speed up. His race was quite sturdy after all and it would take a lot of time for him to be broken down, thus the need for a feeding tube at all.
Garrus was both relieved that he would get to experience the pleasure of the tendrils and tentacles for awhile longer and get the opportunity to become something greater instead of following a dead man around. Garrus didn't seem to mind one bit that he and his friends would die in these ruins. His cock forever milked yet unable to orgasm and his asshole stretched wide around the pulsating, black tentacle pumping into his scaled light blue/grey ass. Garrus would never resist, even as his skin began to itch and burn from the fluid he was suspended in. Nor would he resist the tentacle pumping the stuff directly into his body through his ass.
The only thing that could be seen or heard on the outside was the thick squishing noises of the fluid inside the pod as it jerked and pulsated. The pod itself was white and nobody would see the turian inside or hear his soft, gurgled grunts. Eventually though the pod would excrete a turian creeper who would willingly carry it's essense, will, dreams and hopes to the Thorian for it's next meal and then curl up and wait for it to be needed. Another mindless thrall for the Thorian to controll.
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