The Normandy's Naughty Nurses

"Skipper?" Ashley appeared in the doorway of Shepard's quarters, spotting the redhead seated at her terminal with her head in her hands. "Is it alright to come in?"

"My door is always open, chief," Shepard smiled wearily, spinning her chair around to look at the concerned marine, noticing the pair of boxes resting under Ashley's arm. "Literally, I haven't been able to get the door to shut after the hit we took from that Reaper."

"Yeah, that was a little too close for comfort," Ashley calmly walked into Shepard's office space, setting the boxes down on the desktop. "Joker and EDI have spent the entire time that we've been on Tuchanka reworking the Normandy's shield array, that last encounter spooked the both of them."

"They're not the only ones," Shepard sighed, shutting down her terminal, frustrated by the never-ending messages that piled up in her inbox. "I thought that our shields were configured to withstand a glancing blow from the Reaper's main cannon, but it almost sliced right through."

"We're still here, that's what counts," Ashley said, tapping a finger on the glass containing Shepard's collection of model ships, highlighting the miniaturized version of the SR-1. "You and I both know that it could have been worse."

"I know. You can say what you want about Cerberus, but they know how to build a ship."

"And you knew how to steal it right from under their noses," Ashley grinned, relieved to find a small smile crossing Shepard's face. "I would have given every credit I had to have seen the look on the Illusive Man's face when he found out what you did."

"I doubt he cared too much, he's become far too unhinged," Shepard said, glad to have something to distract her from the weight of the stress resting on her shoulders. "What are you doing here anyway, chief?"

"Checking up on you," Ashley replied bluntly, knowing that Shepard favoured the direct approach just as much as she did. "EDI's been keeping an eye on you using the cameras she hid in here."

"I knew it!" Shepard looked around, trying to locate any spots where a camera could be conveniently hidden. "I became suspicious when she complimented me on my choice of Nerve-Stim models. Any idea where she hid them?"

"EDI swore me to secrecy," Ashley held her hand up in scout-like fashion. "But she said that you looked as if your head was about to explode at any moment, and it definitely looked that way from what I could see. I take it that everything's piling up at the moment?"

"You can say that again," Shepard gave a hollow laugh, dropping her head to look up at the exposed ceiling, still left in a state of disrepair months after the Normandy was forced back into service mid-refit. "I just got word back from Anderson, the Alliance had to pull their forces out of Germany, and France isn't doing too well either."

"Things sound pretty bad back on Earth," Ashley nodded solemnly. "But knowing Anderson, the Reapers are in the fight of their mechanical lives if they think they're taking the planet so easily."

"Oh, I don't doubt that. Anderson said that Harbinger made an appearance in London last week, overseeing some project the Reapers have been working on for the last month or so," Shepard faced Ashley with a bright grin on her porcelain face. "When the Alliance found out, they shelled the area from orbit. Harbinger escaped, but the reports suggest he was missing a couple of legs and a mandible."

"He'll think twice about returning to Earth after that," Ashley chuckled, imagining the behemoth beating a hasty retreat with his tail tucked between his legs; his remaining legs at least. "I'll give it to Anderson, age hasn't lessened his fighting spirit."

"I wouldn't be surprised if he wins the war on Earth singlehandedly," Shepard nodded, propping up her head with the palm of her hand as she gazed at Ashley. "So, now that we've gotten the war report out of the way, are you going to tell me what you're actually doing here? Because I have this feeling that this 'check-in' of yours isn't as innocent as it seems."

"Am I really that transparent?" Ashley coughed.

"You're one of the best soldiers I've ever met, Ashley," Shepard gave the lieutenant-commander a meaningful look. "But lying has never exactly been your forte. So, does it have something to do with those boxes you've brought?"

"We're going to be grounded for the next few days, Joker refuses to take off until the Normandy is back in shape," Ashley started, drumming her fingers on the lid of the top box. "That gives us enough time to have a face-to-face discussion with Wrex about the distribution of the Krogan forces throughout the galaxy."

"The Turians have been hounding us all day about that, they're determined to take back Palaven and use it as a staging ground to launch a counter offensive," Shepard said, narrowing her eyes. "But I have this feeling that you have more in mind than wargames, chief."

"I checked the calender a few weeks ago, and I was pleasantly surprised to find that Halloween was just around the corner," Ashley gave Shepard a devious look. "So, I decided to put together a little surprise for you, something to take your mind off the war for a bit. When I found out that our diplomatic mission on Tuchanka coincided with Halloween itself, I figured that this would be the right time for it."

"And that box has the key to all my problems?" Shepard gave the white box a sceptical look.

"One of the keys," Ashley picked up the top box and handed it over to Shepard, grinning mischievously when the redhead placed it on her lap and placed a finger under the lip of the lid. "The other depends on how long it takes for Wrex and Grunt to make it here."

"Wrex and Grunt?" Shepard slowly repeated.

"Yep," Ashley winked, seeing Shepard beginning to catch on to her plot. "Open the box, it gets even better."

"I bet it does," Shepard hesitated, but eventually raised the lid up, raising an eyebrow at Ashley when her emerald eyes landed on the contents. "Really, Ashley?"

"Really, Skipper," Ashley responded brightly, retrieving her own box as she stood, moving in the direction of the en suite. "Now, I'll get changed first. That will give you time to let your thoughts run wild with the possibilities of things we'll be getting up to for the rest of our time on this dustbowl."

"Ashley, the door doesn't even work," Shepard pointed out, realising it was pointless to talk sense into her stubborn friend. "What if someone walks in while we're..."

"Busy being diplomatic?" Ashley opened the door to the bathroom and hopped inside, already in the process of unzipping her navy blue thigh-high boots. "Well, that's a risk we're just going to have to take."

"I always knew you were a troublemaker, Williams," Shepard shook her head as the bathroom door slid shut, daring to sneak another glimpse of the outfit Ashley expected her to wear. "But I guess it is Halloween, you can't have a treat without the risk of a trick."

~•~•~•~•~•~

"Good morning, Urdnot Wrex," EDI inclined her head respectfully, watching Wrex stomping across the platform leading to the landing platform with Grunt in tow. "I trust that you had an uneventful journey?"

"I wish," Wrex brushed his shoulder, wiping off a layer of flesh dangling from it. "Damn Thresher Maw jumped us about half a mile back, it wrecked the Tomkah that was transporting us."

"We had to get out and introduce ourselves to the best," Grunt rumbled, with a satisfied smile plastered on his face. He raised his jagged blade and gave it a sharp swing, flinging away the traces of acidic blood coating the steel surface. "The fact that we're here gives you an idea of what happened to the Maw."

"Tuchanka is a most interesting planet to visit, everything here seems intent on killing you in the most imaginative ways," EDI said, with her point being proven when a flock of leathery birds of prey soared overhead, warned off by a sudden blast from a claymore belonging to one of the Krogan guarding the platform.

"EDI, you don't know the half of it," Wrex joked, stopping short of the open hatch of the Normandy to assess the AI. "And I've gotta say, I never would have gotten anything done on the SR-1 if we had you walkin' around. Talk about a distraction."

"I have calculated that productivity amongst the male crew members suffers a 12.7% decline whenever I happen to be in their presence," EDI stated, inviting the pair into the decontamination chamber. "Shepard suggested that I should wear a uniform to cover up my mobile platform, but she faced immediate resistance from Jeff and Lieutenant Vega."

"Gotta keep the troops motivated," Wrex fully understood where Joker and Vega were coming from, giving EDI his own appreciative look. Using his experience abroad the Normandy, Wrex waited for the exterior door to seal itself, then held his arms out wide as a wall of light passed over his bulky form, cleansing any potential contaminants from his scales and armour. "So Shepard managed to steal this ship from Cerberus, and then a body for you to use. The Illusive Man's gettin' sloppy."

"Sloppy, but just as dangerous," EDI tapped a switch on the panel beside the interior door, letting it slide back once the decontamination process was complete. Leading the way out, EDI quickly noticed a drop in productivity as she strode across the CIC with the Krogans following behind. "Shepard hides her feelings well, but I can tell that the idea of fighting a war on two fronts is taking its toll."

"She won't have to worry for long, we're ready and waiting to deal with the Reapers," Grunt puffed out his chest. "And we'll clear up Cerberus along the way, more for our own entertainment."

"Shepard should be ready for you," EDI waved her hand and remotely opened the doors of the elevator, standing aside to let Wrex and Grunt enter the carriage, which shuddered slightly under the weight of the pair.

"You're not joining us?" Grunt asked, visibly disappointed when EDI shook her head. "I would have thought that a walking supercomputer would be an ideal participant in a discussion about battle tactics."

"The Normandy requires a variety of repairs, and I am the only one who knows this vessel right down to the number of rivets and weld joints holding the hull together," EDI folded her hands behind her back. "If I have anything to add to your 'meeting', I will endeavour to make my way up to you."

Wrex gave her a short nod, bumping Grunt's shoulder when the younger Krogan was unable to tear his eyes away from EDI's posterior as she sauntered off. The doors shut and a few seconds passed before the carriage lurched, adapting to the excess weight as it carried the pair to the upper deck of the Normandy. They made their rapid ascent and soon found themselves standing before the open door of Shepard's quarters. Sharing a look, they lumbered up to the doorway and stepped inside, confused when the commander was nowhere to be seen.

"Are we in the right place?" Wrex asked, tapping the glass of the fish tank.

"Don't know, I never visited this part of the ship when I was a part of the crew," Grunt shrugged, climbing down the steps leading to the bedroom. "It is a lot more enclosed than my quarters down in engineering, and there are more points to take up a defensive position in the event of a boarding."

"With the exception of the ceiling window," Wrex pointed at the window above the bed, bathing it with the orange glow of the morning sunrise. "Makes it easy for the enemy to get the jump on you if they can break through it."

"Human design," Grunt added in a dismissive tone.

"Pleasure over practicality," Wrex agreed.

"Never heard you complain about that before," Shepard's voice filled the room, containing a noticeably sultry quality.

Wrex and Grunt turned around, both inhaling sharply when they found the humans that had emerged from the bathroom. Shepard and Ashley were both clad in what any human would immediately recognise as stereotypical 'Naughty Nurse' uniforms, costumes that wildly deviated from what one would expect any respectable medical practitioner to wear.

Both were clad in matching latex minidresses that did little to nothing to cover up their bodies, with skirts that were only a few inches in length, only just reaching their thighs. The dresses were almost entirely white, with red trimming running across the hemline and plunge that framed the cleavage of the humans in such enticing fashion. Small nursing caps were perched on their heads, and red latex stockings sheathed their incredible legs, which were enhanced by the vertiginous white heels strapped to their feet. The only thing that remotely resembled the real thing were the plain blue latex gloves the pair were wearing, along with the tacky stethoscope wrapped around Ashley's neck.

"What's the matter, boys?" Ashley put on a show of concern, seeing the gobsmacked looks on the faces of the Krogan. "You look almost lost for words."

"We 'cause we are," Wrex rediscovered his voice, giving the humans a lecherous stare as he soaked in the almost unbelievable scene, half-expecting it to be proven as just a figment of his imagination. He blinked, and the sultry nurses were still standing on the upper landing of the stairs, illuminated by the shimmering blue light pouring from the fish tank. "It's not everyday that you see two of humanity's fiercest fighters dressed like..."

"Dutiful nurses?" Ashley suggested, knowing that Wrex was aiming for something closer to 'Afterlife cage dancers'. "Dedicated to aiding the people of Tuchanka during these difficult times?"

"Er, if you say so," Wrex muttered, still waiting for his brain to accept that what he was seeing was as real as the scars on his face. "When you say 'aiding', what exactly does that entail?"

"You've both fought so hard, every Krogan has," Ashley's voice dropped to a smouldering purr. "You're the only species that has successfully repelled the Reaper forces from your home world."

"You both hide it well, but we can see that all this fighting has left you both so weary," Shepard added, batting her long black eyelashes specifically at the leader of Clan Urdnot. "We concluded that you were both in need of our healing touch, to ensure that you're back in tip-top condition."

"As long as you're both up for it," Ashely said, placing her hands on her hips, giving Grunt an unhindered view of her divine form, moulded by years of training and countless deployments across Alliance space. "Our methods are considered rather unusual."

"We're up for anything, Will-"

"You can call me Nurse Williams," Ashley interrupted Wrex, sharing a cheeky grin with her redheaded companion.

"And I'm Nurse Shepard," the commander added, swaying her wide hips as she moved down the steps and strode up to the much older Krogan. Shepard raised her gloved-hand up to Wrex's broad chest, tracing a finger along the newly-acquired scar running across the heavy chest plate. "I would love to help you to release the stress you're carrying, Urdnot Wrex."

"Is that so?" Wrex shuddered, thrilled to listen to the breath-taking human he so admired using his title to address him. Checking to see whether it was part of some elaborate prank the humans were playing, Wrex moved a hand out and slid it across the circumference of Shepard's ass, giving it a light pinch. Lust thundered into his veins when Shepard responded to the action by licking her crimson lips, pressing her body against his. "You're not kidding around."

"I would never dare to mock such a formidable warrior," Shepard recoiled, feigning shock at the suggestion. It became apparent to Wrex and Grunt that their former squadmates were playing a particular role, and both were beyond happy to play along. "How can I prove my desire to aid you?"

"Hmm, why don't we start with somethin' simple? Just to get us started?" Wrex turned to the younger Krogan, noticing that Ashley had joined Grunt. "How about some oral healing? After all, these codpieces can become painful after a while, they really cause an ache in the quad."

"Being stuck in the breeding chambers doesn't help either," Grunt shook with mirth.

"If that's what you wish, Urdont Wrex. To be honest, I'm glad you chose that option first," Shepard rose onto her toes, with the platform of her heels raising her just high enough to whisper into the battlemaster's ear canal. "I'm quite the fellatrix."

"Are you?" Wrex swallowed, and Shepard gave him a drawn out nod.

"It takes a fair amount of training," Shepard lowered her body down and dropped herself into a squatting position, ensuring that she was raised high enough to reach Wrex's groin. Placing her hands on his thick thighs, she caressed his armour and admired every gouge and scorch mark that covered the plates, each a story in itself, earned by centuries of combat throughout Wrex's long, varied life. "It requires a level of mastery of one's throat, an ability to ignore the gag reflex and relax it to accommodate appendages of all shapes and sizes. Within reason."

Shepard's fingers crawled their way up to the codpiece, focusing on the steel latches that held it in place. One by one, Shepard released the latches, watching as the oddly-shaped plate began to shift as its supports were snapped away. Bringing her index finger to the final latch hidden between Wrex's thighs, Shepard edged back and waited for the inevitable outcome. Sure enough, the plate leaned forward and gravity sent it tumbling to the stainless steel floor, where it landed with an almighty bang.

Without a moment's delay, Wrex's mammoth of a manhood tumbled out and dangled towards the ground. However, it only took a matter of seconds before it began to expand, stunning Shepard when it grew and and grew until it reached almost ten inches in length, revealing the sack hanging from the base, containing four swollen testicles that were each almost the size of Shepard's fist. In addition to the incredibly alien appearance of the Krogan's member, Shepard was also hit by the wall of musk that poured through the gap she created, an unmistakably masculine scent.

"Wow," Shepard whispered, briefly breaking character as her emerald eyes darted from the domed cock-head down to the thick root, seeing the reddish scales that ran along the underside of the shaft.

It went without saying that Shepard already had some idea of what a Krogan appendage looked like, her curiosity in years prior led her to the parts of the Extranet that catered to those with an interspecies fetish of some kind. Shamefully, Shepard had spent many nights locked away in her quarters watching videos of both humans and Asari alike being rutted senslessly by brutish Krogan lovers, with her dress pants pooled around her ankles and her fingers buried deep in her dripping sex.

She had fond memories of watching her favourite human performer, Roxanna Galactica, taking on multiple Krogan males at once. Shepard shared an almost uncanny resemblance to Roxanne, though her assets didn't quite match the ones that were enhanced by the Extranet porn star. The resemblance made it easy for Shepard to put herself in Roxanne's place, imagining what it would be like to take on the intimidating aliens in a sexual capacity. After years of fantasizing, Shepard finally found herself living out her deepest, darkest desire.

"You wouldn't be the first female to have that reaction," Wrex boasted, staring intently at Shepard's glistening red lips, desperate to feel them around his member. "The only sentient species more well-endowed than the Krogan are the Elcor, and you'd have to be a real pro to take one of them on."

"I'll bear that in mind," Shepard swept her tongue across her lips and found the will to move her hand, placing her palm beneath the organ to get a feel of it. The strange texture was the first thing she noticed, followed by the its sheer weight. "I was expecting it to be big, but seeing it in person is surreal."