So apparently the original thread got bumped off the board. That makes it a bit harder to post my newest chapter.

This is a Standalone(ish) Sequel to Liara offers her Azure (Found Here: http://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/thevisitorblack/14368/Liara-offers-her-Azure ) and Allers offers an Interview (Found Here: http://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/thevisitorblack/18828/Allers-Offers-Interview ). Chapter 4 occurs at the exact same time as Falere Offers Dinner (Found here: http://www1.asstr.org/files/Authors/TheVisitorBlack/Fanfiction/Mass%20Effect%20Series/Falere%20Offers%20Dinner.txt ). All of the previous stories can be found in text form on my Hentai-Foundry page or my ASSTR site (here: http://www1.asstr.org/files/Authors/TheVisitorBlack/Fanfiction/Mass%20Effect%20Series/).

Summary: Tali gives herself to Garrus as meat, and Garrus decides to play with his Food.

Chapter 1 - Tali Asks
It had been a week since Shepard and Traynor had eaten Liara's Azure; a week since they had consigned the Asari to the kitchen for parts; and in that week almost everyone had had a chance to enjoy Liara's meat except for Tali and Garrus. Liara had been found in the refrigerator the next day, dead. Shepard had had her skinned and parted out almost immediately, reserving a few choice cuts like Liara's breasts for herself and her new lover, but giving generously of the rest. Between EDI's Asari tentacle gumbo, Vega's ground Asari burgers, and the large leg that had been roasted two days ago, the smell of Liara's meat cooking seemed to fill the crew deck almost constantly and it tickled her senses even through her Suit's filtering whenever she went to visit Garrus in the central battery. Even girl talk in the port lounge wasn't immune from Liara's presence as she'd discovered talking to Samantha Traynor about her new relationship with the ship's captain. Unable to restrain her enthusiasm about a gift that Shepard had given her, Traynor had unzipped her top to show off her new Asari leather bra made from Liara's body. She seemed especially proud of how the placement of Liara's nipples matched her own exactly. She even had a matching pair of panties, Traynor explained.

With the constant reminder of just what had happened to Liara assaulting her from all sides, Tali's mind started to dwell more and more on the last time she'd seen her friend. Just how happy she'd been, the way that excitement had practically dripped from between her legs. But it wasn't just that that Tali was dwelling on, it was Javik's revelation that he used to eat quarians and his offer to turn her into Prothean cuisine. She even remembered Garrus' joking request that she let him try some 'prothean cuisine' for himself.

Was it any wonder then that Tali found herself making her way to Javik's room on the engineering deck during one of her breaks? She didn't intend to let the Prothean cook her, but, what harm would it do just to ask about how the Protheans used to cook her people?

When Tali opened the door, Javik was standing at his... Tali didn't really know what to call it, his water table maybe? Whatever it was, Javik was standing there facing away from the door.

“Ah. The quarian. What is it you want? Have you come to question me like the Asari used to now that she is gone?” Javik asked. “Perhaps I should have told her more about Prothean cooking. The Vega Human's burgers were pleasant, but they do not compare to a well made Asari maikosh.”

Tali blushed, though it was thankfully not visible beneath her suit. “That is what I wanted to talk to you about.” Tali explained. “Prothean cooking, I mean.”

“You wish to know how to make a perfect Asari maikosh?” Javik asked incredulously. “I do not think it will do you much good, you will not be able to enjoy it.”

“No. No! That is not... I mean, last week you mentioned that you used to cook quarians?”

“A week? Ah yes, the human seven day increments. The things you primitives come up with. Did you wish for me to cook you then? I am 68,000 years out of practice, but I have roasted enough quarians that this should not be a problem.” Javik replied.

“Ah, no. I do not want you to cook me. I am merely asking because I wanted to know how you used to cook quarians.” Tali asked.

“Ah. I see. Quarians were considered to be a delicacy in my cycle. Both attractive and delicious. I am glad that if you cannot share one you will at least share the other.” Javik agreed, continuing before Tali could protest again. “Very well. I will educate you. In my cycle there were many ways to cook Quarians, but my favorite bears a resemblance to the human cooking method of kālua. We would take Aspa berries and the konote herb, along with grains of salica and mash them together into a thick paste which we would rub over the Quarian while they were still alive. Sometimes we would force the quarian to do this to themselves for us. We made sure that for female Quarians such as you, the sauce was used to liberally coat their genitals.”

Tali shivered, imagining the scene, a group of protheans surrounding her, ordering her to rub sauce over her entire body, even forcing her to rub it inside of her pussy.

“Once the quarian was coated, we started a fire in a pit and covered it with hot stones. We covered the Quarian in wet cloth so that they would not burn and tied the cloth around them so that they could not escape. Then we would put the Quarian in the pit and watched while it cooked. We knew the meat was ready shortly after the meat stopped thrashing around.”

Tali could feel a fire light within her loins as Javik explained how the Quarians would be trapped, unable to escape, unable to pull away from the heat that surrounded them as they roasted alive. The thought of that happening to her... well, there were times when Tali was glad that her suit was incredibly concealing.

“Sometimes, the meat would still be alive when we carved it, cooked into complete immobility. You could see their faces move sometimes, rarely.”
“Did you ever wonder what they were thinking?” Tali asked.

“No. Why would we? They were dinner. What they thought did not matter.” Javik replied.

“Thank you Javik. This discussion has been very... enlightening.” Tali spoke walking to the door uncomfortably aware of the way her loins were aching just from Javik's short descriptions.

“I see. You will not be asking me to cook you then?” Javik responded. “That is a shame Quarian, I am sure you would be delicious.”

Tali retreated slightly quicker through the door, making her way to Jack's old room in the engineering sub-deck. After a conversation like that she needed some privacy.

___

“Garrus, I have come across information which may be of interest to you.” EDI's voice echoed through the central battery. “Do you wish for me to play it for you?”

“Certainly EDI. I'm just about done with my current round of calibrations and I have a few minutes. Is it important?”

“It is... personal.”EDI said, pausing to consider how to phrase it. “I believe you would like to hear it.”

“Okay then, put it up on screen.” Garrus said as she strode out to the main console and watched the screen above. The view shifted to the camera in the port side storage area that Javik had taken as his cabin, just as Tali entered the room. Garrus watched eagerly, if a bit self-consciously as Tali asked Javik just how the Prothean had cooked her kind in ages past. The Turian took a second to jot down the ingredients as Javik mentioned them. He knew all of them, and actually had some of them with him, but Aspa berries were native to Rannoch. They were hard to get a hold of, and expensive, since you had to go through specialist greenhouses to obtain them. Still, Garrus knew a guy on the citadel who sold them that still owed him a favor from his days in C-Sec.

Binding Tali in a wet cloth wouldn't work for cooking her either. If he was going to sell the girl on this it needed to be pleasant, and neither he nor Tali wanted her last moments to be spent going into anaphylactic shock. That's what they wore the suits to prevent after all.

Actually, with her suit in the way, cooking Tali at all would be almost impossible. The suit would keep her cool with it's internal temperature regulator up until a temperature that would cause her to burst into flames instead of slow cooking her.

Still it was a nice idea while it lasted, and it would keep him pleasant company tonight. “Thank you EDI. I don't think that it'll come to anything, but that was nice to know. What's Tali doing right now by the way?”

“She is running through her newly downloaded Flames of Ardor nervestim application down in the engineering sub-deck.”

“Ah.” Garrus paused, unsure of how to respond to that. That put a decidedly different spin on Tali's shy admission from when Liara had walked through the crew deck. Garrus had thought that she was embarassed and just giving into his teasing because she liked him, but now? If she was looking into cooking on her own? “I see.” It certainly gave him a better idea about just what would be in Tali's fantasies for the foreseeable future at least. “I'll talk to her later.” Garrus made a note to ask his friend for the Aspa berries. After all, even if he was misreading Tali, the Quarian might still enjoy a taste of her homeworld.

___

For the third day in a row, Tali writhed in her suit as she activated her Flames of Ardor Nervestim program and fantasized about being roasted alive. It wasn't enough. Fantasizing about having it happen was wonderful, but it wasn't enough anymore. Her orgasms were wonderful, but it was getting hard to focus on anything else, the thought of her body cooking with no escape, of her willingly helping her chef. She was aroused all the time now, distracted when she was working. And the orgasms that her nervestim program was giving her weren't enough. She wanted more.

Frustrated, Tali shut off her nervestim and got up from her bunk. Maybe Shepard could help her with this?

She hopped out of the crew room and into the elevator, pressing the button for the top level, the commander's cabin.

Opening the door, she saw just the person she wanted to see, Commander Shepard, talking with EDI's new chassis.

“Shepard. Can we... talk?” Tali asked nervously.

“We can always talk Tali. Hell, it seems like most of what I do on this ship is run around talking to everyone. What seems to be the problem?”

Tali looked askance at EDI before deciding that as the Ship itself, EDI probably already knew about her issue.

“How did you... I mean...” Tali paused stumbling.

“Tali?” Shepard asked, genuinely confused.

“Shepard, I...” Tali took a deep breath and braced herself. “What made you ask Liara to be your dinner?”

Shepard looked at Tali searchingly, wondering why the Quarian was asking. “I.. didn't actually.” Shepard explained. “Liara came to me with the idea. She said she knew I'd been flirting with Traynor and asked me to serve her Azure at our first date. She said she'd rather it be me and that if I wouldn't do it she'd get someone else who would.” Shepard smiled. “She was quite insistent.”

Tali's jaw dropped. “She... she asked you? But how did she know you would be interested?”

Shepard laughed. “She didn't. And I wasn't, at first anyway. She had to convince me. She started by ambushing me in my quarters posing naked on my bed. She was very... articulate on the matter.” Shepard paused. “Why do you want to know?” She asked intrigued. “Don't tell me you want to be cooked too?”

“I...” Tali blushed behind her visor. “I sort of do? I'm not sure.”

Shepard looked her Quarian friend firmly in her glowing eyes.

“I just... When Liara walked through the crew deck on the way to your um... your dinner date, Javik mentioned that the Protheans used to eat Asari.”

“Okay, now that I think about that it's not too surprising, but what made you get interested in cooking?” Shepard asked.

“Well, he also mentioned that Protheans ate Quarians as well.”

Shepard's eyes widened, she hadn't heard of a Levo species able to eat Dextro food, or vice-versa. Idly she wondered if Liara knew about Prothean dietary habits before she offered Shepard her Azure? Maybe Javik was her second choice?

“I just, seeing Liara there, naked, in public, happy to be cooked, and realizing that that could be me... I... I became curious.” Tali admitted shyly.

“Curiosity is nothing to be ashamed about.” Shepard encouraged, seeing that Tali was wavering on whether to continue her story or not.

“Yes, you're right.” Tali reassured herself calming down a bit. “So three days ago, I asked Javik to tell me how he used to cook Quarians.”

“And?”

“And he told me how he used to cook us. He would, coat us in an Aspa berry sauce. Sometimes... sometimes he would make us rub it on our bodies ourselves. He would force us to... Then he would wrap us in cloth and bind us with rope and bury us in coals, so that we cooked alive, trapped, unable to escape, knowing that we were cooking, but with absolutely no way to stop it, as he and his fellow Protheans watched.”

Shepard looked her friend over. Tali was like a little sister to her, and Shepard wanted to comfort her, but something in Tali's voice stopped her.

“Keelah Se'lai, Shepard! I wanted it!”

Shepard blinked, realizing that Tali wasn't in distress, she was aroused.

“The whole idea, being forced to prepare myself, being cooked in public, unable to escape. My life dependent on the whims of someone else's stomach. I wanted that. I still want it. It's been three days Shepard, but it's all I can think about!”

“Miss Tali'Zorah has run the Nervestim program 'Flames of Ardor' at least 7 separate times over the past three days.” EDI confirmed for her.

“I thought... when Liara walked out, Garrus asked me if I'd cook for him, and I told him I wouldn't mind, but he hasn't said anything about it since.” Tali admitted with frustration. “I thought maybe asking Javik about what he would do to me would help, but it hasn't. It's stupid. I wouldn't even be able to enjoy Javik cooking me anyway. He wants to strip me naked and wrap me in a wet cloth, but if I leave my suit I go into anaphylactic shock. Not that I want Javik to cook me, but I still thought about it.”

“This sounds like you're serious.” Shepard replied.

“I am.” Tali agreed. “I want to cook.” She continued, “But I want to do it right. I want to be cooked in public, humiliated, forced to orgasm in front of total strangers against my will. I want to not know when it will come, I want my life to be in someone else's hands completely. Garrus' hands. I trust him, I want him to cook me. I want to be meat, like Liara was. I want what she had.” Tali finished a bit dreamily.

Shepard looked her over and was about to respond when Tali continued. “But it'll never work. I can't leave my suit or else I might die, and not in a way I'd enjoy, and can't exactly be cooked while I'm still inside the suit.”

EDI looked at her curiously. “Why not?”

Tali jerked her head in the android's direction, startled by her speech focused as she was on Shepard to the exclusion of the other occupant of the room.

“What do you mean, why not? EDI, if Garrus tried to roast me inside my suit it would melt and ruin everything.”

EDI cocked her head to the side emulating a common human gesture of puzzlement. “So why not use your suit to cook you?” EDI asked.

“What do you...? EDI the temperature control programs of my suit keep me at a constant temperature.” Tali fell silent for a second as EDI's point occurred to her. “But, if I could override the temperature controls, I could set the temperature the suit keeps me at to something outside the habitable range; something high enough to cook me alive.”

EDI nodded.

“EDI, could you write the program for me? I wouldn't have the first idea on where to start to make a proper temperature control program like this. Something that someone-”

“You mean Garrus?” Shepard snarked.

“That someone could alter remotely from their omni-tool, maybe even tying in separate controls for my Nervestim program as well?”

“I can certainly do that for you Miss Tali'Zorah. It should only take a day or two to complete if you have an omni-tool model in mind.”

“Can you make it for an Ariake tech Logic Arrest Tool model X?” Tali asked immediately.

“I can Miss Tali'Zorah. But might I suggest that if you wish for Garrus to use it on you? You follow Miss Liara's example and approach him about it?”

“I will. After you give me the controls I will. First thing.”

“Well then, It looks like I'm not needed here.” Shepard chimed in sardonically.

“Ah! One last thing Shepard...” Tali cried out diverting her attention to her host. “When Liara came and asked you to help her, what convinced you?”

“Well, I guess... It was the fact that Liara wanted it enough that if I refused, she was going to get someone else to eat her anyway. Someone she didn't care for the same way. That really showed me how important this was for her.” Shepard paused. “Is this as important to you?”

Tali paused to consider before nodding. “Yes. It is. If Garrus declines, I will ask EDI to reprogram the controls so that they'll work on Traynor's omni-tool instead.”

“Samantha's?” Shepard asked surprised. “You know she can't eat you, right?”

Tali nodded. “But she'd definitely enjoy watching as she forced me to roast in public. I could see her triggering the controls in the middle of the citadel presidium and sending me down to the refugee areas of the docks when she finished enjoying the show I'd put on for her, and, I guess you as well commander.” Tali added realizing that Traynor would probably invite her new lover to watch as well.

“And you'd like that?” Shepard asked to confirm.

“Roasting in the middle of the presidium?” She asked, her mind lost in a pleasant fantasy as she mulled over the thought. Everyone staring at the suit rat as she cooked in front of them, unable to escape her fate. Forced to orgasm as Traynor switched her Nervestim to it's highest settings while she cooked her. “Definitely.”

“And afterwards?”

“Not so much. I'd rather be eaten by someone I know than thrown out like refuse.” Tali paused. “But if that's the only option...”

Shepard nodded. “Well, if you really want to do this, I can't stop you, just make sure you finish all your repairs on the drive core before you do. And, If you want to use Glyph to make a memento for Garrus after you're gone, feel free. I know I vastly enjoy the one I made of Liara.”

Tali paused, not realizing that Shepard had made a tape of what had happened to Liara. “Could you... could I watch it? Yours I mean?”

“Sure. But if I let you, I want a copy of yours as you make it, okay?”

Tali shivered. The idea of her commander, her captain, watching her debased, humiliated, and even snuffed... Enjoying it on lonely nights... Long after she was gone. The idea was like lightning in her loins. And if she agreed she could watch Liara become meat completely?

“Of course Shepard. I'd be happy to give you a copy.”

“And one for Jeff's collection as well?” EDI asked.

“I... Since you are helping me, I'll give you a copy for your collection.” Tali compromised, unwilling to admit that she wanted Joker to see her naked and controlled, but enjoying the idea immensely. “I... I need to go now.” Tali stuttered as she made an escuse so that she could have some time alone with her new Nervestim program.

Shepard grinned knowingly. “Of course you do. Glyph. I want you to follow Tali from now on and film everything she does. Follow her orders to the letter okay?”

Tali was already up. She didn't even make it out of Shepard's room before she activated the program. Her mind filled with ideas for the conversation she would be having the next day.

___
Tali blushed behind her suit as she made her way to the main gun battery, Glyph following behind her, filming, as ordered by Shepard. She was sure that her plans were written broadly on her face, she couldn't help but imagine that every hushed conversation she heard as she passed through the crew deck was about her. They weren't of course. She knew that intellectually, but it didn't feel that way.

The door to the central battery hissed open and Tali could see Garrus standing there off to the side next to his personal weapons table, calibrating the sights on his sniper rifle.

Tali's heart beat rapidly in her chest, her right arm felt heavier where her omni-tool rested, as if the pieces of code that EDI had given her earlier today had physical weight to them. They didn't of course, that was silly, but they felt heavy to her just the same. For the last time Tali asked herself if she really wanted to do this, to give up control, to give up her life, to allow Garrus to decide when, because it wouldn't be a question of if, she lived or died on a whim. She was about to give Garrus the tools to send her into a screaming orgasm without any notice, or, if he wanted, to roast her alive, helpless to escape her fate while people watched it happen to her. The flush of heat in Tali's crotch that had appeared just thinking about it answered the question for her.

“Garrus?” She called out, closing the door behind her and her heart lept a little seeing EDI lock it from intruders, just as Tali had asked her to. They wouldn't be interrupted now, and this conversation wouldn't end until Garrus had decided whether to help her or not, one way or another.

“Tali?” Garrus asked looking up from his work surprised. He had been so wrapped up in his calibrations he hadn't even noticed her come in. “When did you get here? I mean, it's good to see you!”

“I, thank you!” Tali smiled at Garrus' warm welcome. “But I... can we talk?” she asked hoping that Garrus wasn't just joking a little over a week and a half ago.

“Of course!” Garrus agreed. “I can finish these calibrations later,” he said placing his sniper rifle off to the side and taking a seat on one of the ammo crates, motioning for Tali to take the other.

“I, do you remember last week? When Liara...”

“Walked through the crew deck naked on her way to feed Shepard her privates?” Garrus asked. “Even if I had, Traynor's been wearing those new boots and gloves of hers around the ship to 'break them in,' makes it hard to forget what happened.” He added amused.

“Not just the gloves and boots.” Tali muttered, offhandedly.

“Oh? I didn't see anything else?” Garrus asked.

“She had a bra and panties made from her as well. She showed me the bra.” Tali admitted, a bit embarrassed.

“Well, that's certainly interesting,” Garrus replied. “I don't think I'll be looking at Miss Traynor the same way again.”

“Yes.” Tali replied awkwardly, trying to get the conversation back on track again. “You remember how you asked me if I'd... if you could try some... er... 'prothean cuisine' if you wanted some?”

Garrus' lower mandibles twitched in surprise. He knew what this was about now. His mind harkened back to his conversation with EDI several days ago, when she showed him the footage of Tali talking to Javik and told him just what sort of 'entertainment' programs Tali was using her suit to run.

“I... do remember that.” He said carefully, hopefully, not ready to believe that this was leading up to what he thought it was quite yet lest he offend his Quarian crewmate.

“And do you remember what I said in response?” Tali asked nervously.

“You said, that you wouldn't mind cooking, if I asked you to.” Garrus stated, trying to erase any hint of emotion from his voice.

“So... why haven't you?” Tali asked.

“Why haven't I... what?” Garrus replied.

“Asked.” Tali responded.

Garrus' heart pounded against his metallic exoskeleton. Was she really asking what he thought she was?

“I thought you were joking.” Garrus admitted, a bit of shock leaking into his voice. “I thought you were just, teasing me.”

“I wasn't,” Tali admitted, keeping he sentences short so that she'd be able to actually utter them with her mind whirling as it was with a heady cocktail of endorphins and fear.
“I... I want you to cook me,” She continued trying to get as much out as possible before she couldn't bear to admit any more. “I even asked Javik for a recipe. He told me to use Aspa berries, konote, and salica as a... a marinade,” She blushed clasped her hands around her upper arms and looked downward, her face safely hidden by the opacity of her visor, but the rest of her body betraying her anxiety.

“You...” Garrus knew all of this already, he'd seen the video logs, but it was entirely different to know a secret than to be told it by the holder. And while he suspected she wanted him to cook her, that was all it was, a fleeting suspicion, now, it was real. Tali's words lingered heavily in the air, changing everything.

“Please!” Tali interrupted before he could continue. “I want to have what Liara had. I want to be meat like she was. I want you to do it to me. I want to be humiliated, degraded, shown off in public at your pleasure. I want to lose control like she did. I want someone to own me like Shepard did for her. I want to be eaten like she was.”

Tali paused. “I want to put my life in your hands, never knowing when you'll decide to end it. Never guessing when you hunger for my body will overcome you and I'll go from 'Tali'Zorah vas Normandy' to 'Garrus' Dinner.'”

Tali looked up at Garrus, her eyes open, pleading, and visible even through the visor of her helmet. “Please? Will you help me?”

Garus looked her over. He'd never seen her without her suit. It was extremely rare to be able to do so, Even in the climactic scenes of Fleet and Flotilla, Shalei had never removed hers. Still, since her suit was pretty much skin tight, he had a fairly good idea what Tali looked like under it. Well, he had a good idea, between the tightness of the suit, and his memories of a unique memorable encounter from his time as a C-Sec officer.

The once over was a formality, something to do, he was going to say yes, there really wasn't any doubt about that; the idea had been haunting his dreams since EDI had spoken to him. But the long langorous look at Tali's body bought him time to figure out how to explain the problems he had thought of in a way that wouldn't make Tali think he was rejecting her.

“I will,” Garrus said, watching Tali's eyes literally light up with joy. “But there's one problem,” Garrus continued. “I can't cook you with your suit in the way, and you wouldn't enjoy the experience outside of it, nor would it be either sudden or surprising.”

Tali smiled beatifically, though Garrus couldn't see her mouth, only the shine in her eyes and the way she tilted her head happily.

“Ah!” she responded. “EDI took care of that.” She took his right arm tenderly in both of her hands and Garrus couldn't help but be reminded of the iconic scene on the presidium between Bellicus and Shalei. And then, just as Garrus was about to become lost in thought, his omnitool beeped.

The Turian looked down at Tali in askance.

“There,” Tali stated firmly. “I just transferred the controls to your omnitool. I'm yours now, completely.”

“The controls?” Garrus asked unsure of what had just happened.

“To my suit,” the Quarian explained. “I had EDI write a program for it. You now have absolute control over my encounter suit. You can activate my nervestim programs... or adjust my temperature controls.” Just the thought of Garrus doing that was enough to make Tali damp down below. I can't override them anymore, or even activate them.”
Garrus' eyes widened at the trust, and control that Tali had just given him. Her life was now, quite literally, in his hand.

“I'm your toy to play with now. Your meal, whenever you want one.” Tali explained, her voice trembling with excitement. “If you want to cook me in the middle of the presidium, I can't stop you, if you want me to orgasm in front of Quarian high command, you can do it. I'm yours... Master.” Tali had fantasized about what to call Garrus when this moment arrived for days. She'd settled on Sir, until EDI had pointed out that for Turians, 'Sir' was a military term, and it was incredibly wrong to abuse those under your command. EDI had recommended a human term, 'Master' instead.

Almost reflexively, Garrus activated a program, 'Magic tentacles,' on a lower setting, and watched as Tali visibly shivered under it's effects.

Tali could feel the phantom tentacles caressing her body, circling her breasts and probing the outsides of her snatch teasingly. She'd long ago gotten used to the sensation, and she hardly ever used the program, it did almost nothing for her anymore, but now; now that it was Garrus activating it; now that she had no idea what would happen next, when, or even if the program would ever stop; now that she couldn't stop it even if she wanted to; Tali's body came alive once more under the program's ministrations.

Garrus wanted desperately to increase the intensity, to watch Tali writhe on the floor in front of him overcome with pleasure, but he was a Turian, and he knew how to be patient. Despite what Tali had told him this wasn't just about his enjoyment, it was also about hers.

“Go to bed.” Garrus ordered, shocking Tali out of her daze. The crew deck wasn't full yet, but it was still crowded. If she went now, with the program still active...

Tali looked pleadingly at Garrus's face, and the Turian just smiled. “Now,” He asserted. “and if you're quick, maybe I won't up the intensity until you get there.” Garrus' grin widened. “Maybe.”

Tali pulled herself together holding her legs to try and steady them before almost running out the door. It only took a minute before Garrus slid the intensity switch half way to the top, knowing that Tali was probably still standing in front of the elevator when he did so.

“You know, Tali is my best mechanic.” EDI's mechanical voice chimed in. “I hope you don't plan on doing that when she's working on something important.”

Garrus looked up, not really surprised that EDI knew what had happened, and more than suspecting she had been listening in the whole time. “Warn me if she's doing any sensitive work. I wouldn't want you to be damaged by my fun.”

“I thank you.” EDI replied matter of factly. “Since you are doing me a favor, I should mention that I took the liberty of reprogramming one of Tali's Nervestim programs.”

“Oh?” Garrus asked, amused.

“The Flames of Ardor program. I rewrote it. It should now be almost entirely indistinguishable from the sensation of her own suit heating up and beginning to cook her alive.”

“That's good to know.” Garrus replied amused, as he used his eyepiece to flip through encounter suit models.

“You know, Tali's solution of using her encounter suit for this gave me an idea.” Garrus added as he settled on a page selling a specific model of encounter suit he'd come across once at C-Sec while busting a Quarian prostitute.

The suit was completely clear, transparent, and had revealed all of the prostitute's private parts while still technically qualifying as clothing by the rules of the citadel. If he remembered correctly, those rules had never actually ended up changing even after the incident. It was expensive, but it might be worth it for the extra feature. A transparent sleeve which could be adjusted to be more or less rigid via an omni-tool. A sleeve made to slip right between the opening at the junction of Tali's thighs.

Looking at it now Garrus realized why he had only seen the suit once, it cost a small fortune. Thankfully, being a military consultant and a member of the Normandy Crew had paid quite well over the years, not to mention the small fortune he'd inherited from Shepard after she had “died” at the start of that whole thing with the Collectors. He'd offered to give the money back once, but Shepard had refused. Now he was glad for that, since he'd be buying this toy from the funds she had left him.

“It will take approximately a week before we are at the citadel where you can pick that up,” EDI interjected. “Would you like me to start programming the controls for this model for you as well?”

“Yes.” Garrus replied. “And make sure to add the vaginal sleeve controls to the program as well.”

“Of course.” EDI answered. “This suit has much higher quality wiring than her last suit. It should be able to withstand much higher temperatures, as well as a much higher level of Nervestim than Miss Zorah is used to.”

Garrus grinned. “I was actually looking at the coloration, vaginal sleeve, wound sealing functions, myself.”

In the corner, a monitor flicked on showing the feed from Glyph; Tali collapsing, spent, into her bed. Garrus' fingers found his omnitool, and flicked a switch, increasing the setting of the nervestim program yet again.

As Tali writhed on her bed, her every orifice violated by phantom Hanar tentacles, Garrus settled into watch.