Boom! Boom! Boom! The ground shook with Miranda Lawson's steps. Cars and buildings rattled and often crunched under her boots while all around her the screams of the frightened masses rose up to meet her ears. Most were humans, but here and there an Asari, Turian, Salarian, or some other species was seen among the crowds, adding a dash of alien color to the scene. The terror of all those lesser beings fueled Miranda's powerlust, made her feel more and more like a god among men.
How or why she had ended up some twenty stories tall was beyond her knowledge, but she had stopped caring and accepted this blessing soon after her knees stood taller than any human. Her past problems and worries felt so insignificant from these heights, like all those people running in fear from her dominant presence. Miranda laughed as she strode after them, swaying her hips and boasting her perfect, giant body to all onlookers. Crash! Her hip bumped into the building on her right, a tower just a little taller than Miranda for now, and left a huge crater on its side. A glance at it showed her dozens of people behind the many broken windows, all tripping over each other to flee.
“Where do you think you're going?” she called after them and reached into the building. Her hand effortlessly pushed aside tables and chairs and even broke through the wall to snatch a middle-aged man lagging behind the others. Firmly holding him in her hand, she pulled him out to watch him squirming in her grip. It was so good to feel his desperate scrabbling against her fingers, trying to escape her grip even if it meant falling to the ground a hundred feet below. He must have put his whole body into it, yet he couldn't even budge a single finger.
“Do me a favor, will you? Make sure you keep squirming like this all the way down.” The man had no clue what she meant, not until she opened her mouth wide and tossed him inside. Though fought against her tongue, it was all in vain, and she quickly swallowed him whole. Just as she asked, he wriggled and squirmed all the way down her throat; Miranda could even feel him squirming in her stomach while she moaned in delight. “Quit your crying,” she laughed. “You'll have company soon enough.”
Miranda turned to the building behind her, where people watched her in horror, and reached inside for another snack, easily shattering the glass with her fingers. “Ouch!” Before she could grab anyone, Miranda felt a painful stinging on her butt and thigh. She turned in annoyance towards it, ready to crush whoever had done that, until she saw... “Shepard?”
It was him, alright. He stood alone in the middle of the street, with an assault rifle in hand and aiming right at her. “You shot me!?” Miranda couldn't believe it.
“I had to,” Shepard said. “Miranda, this is insane! You just ate a man!I don't know what happened to make you like this, but it has to stop, one way or another. Stop destroying this place! Stop killing people!”
“Why, you... you...!” Miranda walked towards Shepard, fists clenched at her sides, while he retreated and peppered her legs with bullets. “I was going to spare, you Shepard! You and the rest of the Normandy. I thought you would accept me as I am now. Guess I was wrong. Well, if you insist on trying to stop me, you leave me no choice but to take you out.”
Shepard held his ground and peppered her with fire. He told her that reinforcements were already coming, that they would try to kill her if she didn't stop this rampage. Maybe it was true, or maybe not; Miranda didn't care either way. She felt invincible, and fully believed she could handle anyone or anything that tried to stop her, starting with this backstabbing rat.
Only took a few seconds for Miranda to stand one step away from Shepard. He was running now—the great Commander Shepard reduced to scurrying like a bug away from little old Miranda Lawson. She laughed, and swiped him off the ground, dangling him high off the ground with just two fingers. “I think I'm going to make this last. You'll have plenty of time to regret ever crossing me, Shepard.”
He saw her mouth open wide, showing off twin rows of flawless teeth, and a tongue the size of three krogan put together. That tongue received him as she carried him inside, and pressed him hard to the roof of her mouth. It was as strong as three krogan, too, easily smothering all his struggles, leaving him almost unable to move. Her saliva coated his body, almost getting in his nose at times, and made it hard to breathe even before her tongue started pushing him around.
“Mmmm!” Miranda moaned as she savored Shepard, smiling at his pitiful weakness. Despite all the danger he had lived through, Shepard was more frightened now than ever before. When Miranda's tongue stopped moving, he shouted at her from inside that dark cave, called on her to remember her humanity and show some mercy, even as he tried in vain to pry her jaws.
His words never even reached Miranda. After a minute she decided that was enough playing around, and so she took him up on her tongue again swallowed. Her tongue pushed him up and back, and soon he was sliding down her esophagus, carried slowly lower by the peristalsis, until he finally passed through to her stomach.
Miranda sighed and rubbed her stomach, sloshing around the two men inside her. “It's a shame it had to end this way, Shepard. In a moment I'll continue my rampage and you'll have died for nothing. But you should look on the bright side while you're still around: soon you'll become a part of something far bigger and better than you could ever be.”