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Here's the colored version of [link] that I did last night in my stream. Enjoy the embiggened file size (and make sure you download to see it =o), a mistake on my part caused all scaled-down pics to have tons of jaggies 
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"So if this is all from eating donuts," Said Shepard as she poked Laira in her gigantic belly, "Why do you only put weight on your belly?"
"That’s just how asari's bodies work." Laira answered, her face getting hot both for getting caught in her stupid lie and the pleasure she was getting from Shepard pressing her body onto hers. Of course, the whole thing wouldn't be nearly as embarrassing if Shepard didn't have that annoying (but cute) "Gotcha" grin on her face.
Shepard meanwhile was enjoying toying with her former lover, but she knew that it would just be mean to keep stringing Liara along and decided to end it.
"So are we really going to keep going with the donut broker story or are you going to tell me the name of the father and how many you have, because its obvious you have more than one?"
The Commander’s comment sent Laira reeling, not because Shepard figured it out since it was obvious that her belly was filled with infants not donuts, but that Shepard thought she had been sleeping with someone else and Laira had no idea how to respond to that.
“You don’t need to worry about me being upset,” Said Shepard when she saw the bewildered look on Laira’s face, and technically it was even less of a lie than her story about the donuts since the Commander knew, at least consciously, that after being gone for so long Laira had a right to start a new relationship. Of course that did nothing to the sharp pain she felt in her chest as she continued talking.
“I understand, Laira. I was dead for two years and you had the right to start a new relationship, and…”
“Shepard just stop!” Laira interrupted forcefully as emotion began to crack through her normally calm and collected face. “You don’t understand…”
But now it was Shepard’s turn to interrupt and before Laira could finish explaining, “Yes I do Laira, you didn’t tell me strait away because…”
“THEIR YOUR’S!” Laira screamed as an explosion of tension and worry that had been building up for two years burst out of her. However, once the outburst had passed she regained control of herself and continued in a much quitter voice, “Their yours Shepard. All seven of them are yours.”
Commander Shepard was one of the greatest and most fearless warrior in the galaxy. She has traveled to places heard only in legends and fought horrors things that lay beyond the imagination, she even returned from the grave with only a few scars to show for it. But, the words that have just escaped from her lover’s lips shock her more than any battle field or massacre and the only word that her broken brain could put together was, “Seven?”
(There, I finally finished my short story, I hope you like it)
"That’s just how asari's bodies work." Laira answered, her face getting hot both for getting caught in her stupid lie and the pleasure she was getting from Shepard pressing her body onto hers. Of course, the whole thing wouldn't be nearly as embarrassing if Shepard didn't have that annoying (but cute) "Gotcha" grin on her face.
Shepard meanwhile was enjoying toying with her former lover, but she knew that it would just be mean to keep stringing Liara along and decided to end it.
"So are we really going to keep going with the donut broker story or are you going to tell me the name of the father and how many you have, because its obvious you have more than one?"
The Commander’s comment sent Laira reeling, not because Shepard figured it out since it was obvious that her belly was filled with infants not donuts, but that Shepard thought she had been sleeping with someone else and Laira had no idea how to respond to that.
“You don’t need to worry about me being upset,” Said Shepard when she saw the bewildered look on Laira’s face, and technically it was even less of a lie than her story about the donuts since the Commander knew, at least consciously, that after being gone for so long Laira had a right to start a new relationship. Of course that did nothing to the sharp pain she felt in her chest as she continued talking.
“I understand, Laira. I was dead for two years and you had the right to start a new relationship, and…”
“Shepard just stop!” Laira interrupted forcefully as emotion began to crack through her normally calm and collected face. “You don’t understand…”
But now it was Shepard’s turn to interrupt and before Laira could finish explaining, “Yes I do Laira, you didn’t tell me strait away because…”
“THEIR YOUR’S!” Laira screamed as an explosion of tension and worry that had been building up for two years burst out of her. However, once the outburst had passed she regained control of herself and continued in a much quitter voice, “Their yours Shepard. All seven of them are yours.”
Commander Shepard was one of the greatest and most fearless warrior in the galaxy. She has traveled to places heard only in legends and fought horrors things that lay beyond the imagination, she even returned from the grave with only a few scars to show for it. But, the words that have just escaped from her lover’s lips shock her more than any battle field or massacre and the only word that her broken brain could put together was, “Seven?”
(There, I finally finished my short story, I hope you like it)