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Frame Incepted [Kaybee x Firestarter09]

Kaybee

Kaybee

Supernova
Joined
Oct 12, 2011
Location
Canada
There were many words that one would use to describe Mesa.

Accurate...

Lethal...

Steadfast...

The gunslinger frame, the girl who could put bullets through the eyes of twenty Grineer marines in a twentieth of that time. The sharpshooter who wore a blindfold purely because she desired the challenge, a craving to push herself for that perfect shot, to make things difficult and then breeze right through them anyways. To make it look easy.

Another word, less used, less considered.

Sensitive.

Mesa lived in the dark, swaddling her eyes to shield them from the outside world, charging her other senses. Hearing, Touch, Taste, and Smell. Even without seeing the battlefield she ruled it. A queen of cordite and spent casings.

She heard the footsteps of the Grineer Marines making their way across the Martian sand. She tasted the wind that curved along the cliff face to rush past her, shaping itself to the valley and showing her the form it took.

She felt the shift of her vest against the swell of her chest, the shift of her tight belts against the cleft between her legs.

It was... Distracting...

Sensitivity was a gift, yet for Mesa, it had also become a curse. She was not sure when or how, but she had noticed things lately that she simply haad not considered before. Tightness against her body, the press of her clothes against her skin, a dozen small distractions tickling at her senses, teasing forth an ember of something she did not entirely understand into her stomach. A heat that swelled from gentle glow to molten urge and pooled between her legs. Making it hard to think, making her want something, but what?

She did not know.

An angry shift of her shoulders, a shrug, pushing the desires away, back, leaving them to simmer rather than trying to confront the incomprehensible wishes they brought her.

She raised her Sybaris and opened fire, the doubled report echoing off the cliffsides as the battle was joined.
 
Few words described the Grinner.

Violent...

Xenophobic...

Twisted...

Vey Hek...

Target practice...

But none fit more properly, than their pure idiocracy. As when the blood spilled and two brothers fell, they scrambled in a panic.

Ting! Ting

Bullets bounced off metal as they fired blindly, trying to find the source of what had killed their comrades. "Tenno Skooom!" It seemed one of them had figured out who had shot at them, or at least was assuming. The Martian sand kicked up as they ran to cover, rocks would only protect them for so long.


Now was the time for Mesa to strike, jump into the fray and slaughter them whole.
 
*Tock-tock*, a different double-tap as her feet struck the canyon wall, momentum carrying her up as she ran along the sheer vertical surface before leaping, twirling mid-air as the Sybaris loosed it's deadly fire down into the ranks of the patrolling marines. Alarms shrilled over the dunes and echoed off the stones, a second later the Marine who'd sounded them was silenced forever by another echoing report but reinforcements were already on their way.

She danced, she flew, around, above, she stepped through hails of lead, magnetic oscillations pulling each bullet that came too close into a tightly circling orbit, a shimmering constellation of shot twinkling under the martian sun before it was hurled forwards, a deadly swarm of metal blasting away from Mesa like buckshot.

She moved again and for an instant she stumbled from the shock of sensation that pierced her combat trance. In an instant she recovered, moving again, firing again, but for that second, she had been vulnerable, caught off guard by the unexpected surge. The song of death interrupted by another song, a wanton song, the song of desire.

She shook the uncertainty from her mind and leaped forwards, dashing towards the open doorway to her next objective, but while she could push her mind into that headspace, her body could not ignore the slowly rising tension, the raw want, no... Need that rose higher and higher with every stride and every twist.
 
More Grineer rushed and scrambled, like hornets stirred... Very mean, stupid hornets. A heavy gunner, a well repsected woman amongst the Grineer ranks yelled out the famous words. "TENNO SKOOM!" The Gorgon it hheld began to fire, slowly building up to its full automatic fire. Bullets shoot towards Mesa at violent speed, but luckily the first few shots that would hit her, bounced off her shields while the rest missed her and hit rocks and sand.

The bases alarms had yet to sound off, whether it was due to pure incompetence, neglect or a overconfidence in that they had Mesa handled, remained unknown. 'Ba-Thump! An explosion of went off near Mesa last location, as the rather slow Bombard aimed it's heavy weapon at the next location Mesa was at.
 
The impact of the explosion shook her, shrapnel pinged harmlessly off her shields but the shockwave made her shiver as she stumbled. *WHOOM* The next shot slammed closer and her shields strained against the blast even as her insides roiled with more of that infuriating incomprehensible heat. Under the wrappings on her face a muffled sound, frustration and something else sounding in a groan, or perhaps a moan...

Furiously, Mesa stepped, planted her feet, and flipped the peacemakers on her wrists into place, thumbs working the actions to unleash a hail of death towards the Grineer heavy weapon.

But even as she killed and killed, she knew that more Grineer were there to take the place of their fallen. In another time and another place she would have held no doubt that she could take them all, but the heat and want roiling inside her put doubt to that assertion.

Could she really manage it? Could she hold on for long enough?
 
Fate was a cruel being, never truly being aligned to anybody's side, it would seem that it would not be taking anybodies side in this fight. More shrapnel pinged off her shields, more bullets hit and bounced. Bodies dropped to the ground like flies, Butchers, Lancers, Bombards and so on. Each and everyone them meeting a bullet to the face, or stomach. Parts dismembered and laid strewn about, yet even through all of this, the standard marines, the lancers poured into the are Mesa fought in. If nothing was done soon she'd be overpowered, finished.

Yet that insufferable heat she had coursing through her body was reaching the tip point, like a glass or pitcher filled with too much water; ready to spill out or tip over. One could wonder where this had all come from, what was the origin of this problem?
 
A butcher’s machete missed her face by inches, ruffling her wrappings with the wind of it’s passing as she leaned back. Then the Grineer’s fist slammed into her stomach a moment later, tossing her backwards with the augmented for behind the blow. Mesa rotated mid-air, planting in the sand and pushing into a handspring to right herself only to land awkwardly as more heat flared up, tingling sensations dancing up her back and down her thighs, a coldness touching her skin as the dry Martian air touched an unfamiliar wetness between her legs. What was this? What was happening to her?

Now Mesa was fighting defensively. Retreating step by step, the Sybaris’ double-tapping reports interspersed rapid rattle of her peacemakers sounding off as she swept the horde, but meter by meter they gained ground, and step by step she felt herself weakening, knees shaking, body wavering as lust crawled inside, wearing her down from within even as she was worn down from without.
 
Bullets pinged off her shields, Butchers that got to close dropped and all the while that new strange sensation built up and burned brightly. The wetness that had begun, continued to carry on slowly driving the frame to a new edge. She was soon hooked by a Scorpion, the female Grinner unit pulling her back into the large horde before letting go due to being shot in the face. Now was the time for panic, the time to use any and all abilities at her disposal. The Grineer roared in a chorus of anger and excitement as they all went for the frame.
 
Mesa was not designed for close combat. She twirled in place, lashing out with quick punches and lethal kicks from the spurs on her heels, one hand clutching a single peacemaker that spoke death unto the massed ranks of cyborgs and clones surrounding her. Her greatest advantages had been stripped from her, and now that she moved to strike, now that she fought hand to hand, the shifting pressures and aching need grew greater still.

Wetness dripped from between her legs, her vest scraped almost painfully against hardened nubs atop her chest, and her movements grew sloppy. The first ten strikes were lethal, of the next ten, only seven proved deadly.

She lashed out in a high kick, a ragged gasp sounding as the motion brought a fresh wave of pleasure, stalling in place for an instant, a second that let the Grineer strike back before she could retract her leg, pushing her off balance. A single instant’s hesitation, a single mistake at a crucial moment.

Mesa fell.
 
With that fall a revelation would come to all that were left alive, the three Grineer Lancers still left alive looked on in bewilderment. There on the ground before them, was a Tenno, and they were alive to see it! Of course they were not totally in the clear, a strange noise was coming from the Tenno as well as weird powerful scent. One looked to his brothers in arms, shoulders shrugging as he couldn't make heads of what was going on now. The biggest of the lancers there rolled his eyes and walked up to the warframe, he lightly nudged the down form with his robotic foot and kept his gun ready, in case that foul Tenno was about to do something tricky.
 
She struck the sand hard, her body moving in ways she hadn’t expected, softness where there should have been sturdiness, give where none should have existed. She tried to twist as she fell, trying to escape the unfamiliar feelings only to make the tumble more awkward. Her arm twisted at an odd angle, her head struck a rock, stunning her as stars exploded across her vision at the impact.

She lay where she’d fallen, shifting only slightly as the Grineer marine nudged her, still alive, still conscious even, but struggling to process everything, trapped by her own body as she desperately sought to understand...
 
That smell grew a bit thicker, and nonethless found its way to the Grineer nose. Bending down the Grineer hand latched onto some of the frame, and with a tug a sharp pulling noise could be heard. An unfamiliar softness filled the organic hand of the marine, an eyebrow raised as he pulled back and then flipped the frame onto her back. He went to the chest area, pulling at what he assumed was a vest or something and when that gave way he was exposed to an odd sight. Two round orbs bigger than his hands sat stop her chest, erect with perky nipples; while the marine had seen his fair shair of boobs, or breasts or whatever they were called. They were usually not perfect orbs. That, and they seemed really out in place on a Tenno. He brought his fingers around the soft orb, hands squeezing into flesh before pulling away. He noticed that the flesh or whatever it was, had started to give way a bit more... Like it was growing. His two brothers footsteps grew closer, now interested in his discovery.
 
Mesa tried to struggle but between the distraction and the power behind the Grineer limbs her efforts came out weak and uncoordinated. Her vest hiked up and she couldn’t hold back a moan as it scraped against those hardened points on her chest, a strangled yet undeniably pleasured sound as the black ‘skin’ was bared to the leering Grineer. “N-no...” The plea went ignored as hands grasped her chest. The swell of hers was bigger than standard, some actual heft and jiggle to the perky breasts that would not normally have been there.

“Hhhahh~!” He squeezed, and despite the cold and roughness of his gloved hands another moan forced its way out of Mesa’ throat as a tingling wash of raw sensation swept through her at the attention. She tensed, arching and then twitching as she found herself torn between the impulse to push her chest into his palms and the instinct to get away from her hated foe.
 
The Grineer chuckled as an idea came to mind, something rather forebidden by the queens. It didn't really matter though, given that it was going to be done on a Tenno of all things. He looked at his brothers and said something indescribable to Mesa, he brought up up his right arm and tapped something on his armor, a hissing noises escaped from his armor as plate on his crotch dropped. His brothers followed suit, sighs of relief over coming all of them. Now revealed to the world were a three long phallic shapes, each caped with mushroom heads. The lead brother smiled as he moved ontop of the Tenno, his hands gripping his cock that was sploched with brown marks. He chuckled before slipping between those orbs, hands grabbing both sides to squeeze the tits tightly.
 
Mesa tried to rise only to fall back again in a mixture of shock and revulsion as the Grineer phallus sprang free in front of her. It was disgusting, mottled and ugly, and yet the stiff manhood made the heat and want grow inside her regardless. How? Why?

Her mind spun as the Lancer forced her back down again, and her whirling thoughts were disrupted once more as his hands pushed at her breasts, shaping them around his shaft. She wasn’t big enough for her tits to wrap all the way around the Grineer’s girth but he didn’t seem to mind as he bega to thrust. Behind the wraps, Mesa’s jaw went slack as the friction brought yet more new experiences, gasping a moan with every breath. “Ah~... Ah~... Hah~”

How could this have been what she wanted? How was the Lancer doing this to her?!
 
It wasn't long, the tip was already leaking pre-cum from it's disgusting base. The lancer smirked as he noticed one of his brothers standing above her head, hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it like it was his gun. Though behind him his brother was trying to get whatever he could off her crotch are, trying to see if she possessed the sets of female genitalia female Grineer had. His disgusting pre-cum started to coat the valley of her cleavage and pool at the swell of her breasts. The lancer that stood and jerked above her face, laughed harshly as sickly pre began to drip down on to her face..err bandages. "Tenno weakling!"
 
The smell was pungent, raw and wrong but heady at the same time, making her thoughts swim and dulling her senses further. She punched the Grineer’s thigh, trying to twist out of his grip, but she had middling strength and no leverage to speak of, the Lancer had effectively free reign to ravage her breasts as he pleased.

However, the concern of the two messing with her face and chest was quickly superseded by the sensation of the third settling between her thighs. While it wasn’t easy to see while she stood or moved, lying in the sand with her gun belts hiked up to her waist made it easy for the Lancer to see that Mesa had a pussy, human in shape yet alien in appearance thanks to her jet black ‘skin’, leaking clear droplets of arousal that decorated her thighs and trickled down the curve of her ass to wet the sand below.

Mesa could feel the wrongness of it the moment he touched it, but he was already between her splayed thighs. Her kicks simply bounced off his armor, lack of leverage once against rearing it’s ugly head as she struggled and failed to free herself. “N-no! N-oooh~...!”
 
The cock pierced her lips spreading them wide, shoving aside whatever was in their way. A moan escaped from the greedy Grineer, his crotch clashing against hers. "Soooo good!" The one fucking her ttit, grunted like a rough animal, no remorse being shown to the sensitive mounds of flesh. Thick ropes of sick seed began to launch out from his cock, each hot rope landing on her neck or bandages. Just seconds later seed launched from the fat thick cock from the Grineer above, his tip was luckily aimed down and not at his brothers. Thick white sick ropes landed across her wraps taking the yellow to a white.
 
"Haaahn~!" Under the wrappings Mesa's eyes rolled up at the feeling of being spread open for the very first time, the Grineer cock parting her slick inner walls with ease. He was not particularly big or impressive but it was her first time, and any amount of cock inside her was more than she'd experienced before. She tasted the cum soaking into her bandages as the other two came but anger was hard to muster as each thrust of the Lancer buried in her pussy sent shocks of pleasure from the crown of her head to the tips of her toes.

She was being fucked.

The motions were inexperienced, imprecise. The Grineer had no knowledge or experience in sex but to the equally inexperienced Mesa it didn't matter. She was moaning, bucking instinctively back against the rough pounding, her pussy clenching tightly around his thrusting girth as she shuddered and keened, her back arching as ecstasy surged within.
 
While true the Grineer were inexperienced, that did not prevent them from rutting like animals. Crouching down, the formerly standing Lancer held his cock above her face, er wraps, hot ooze still dripping down. The one fucking her breasts continued to do so, but his hands had shifted from the sides to those perky black nipples, pinching those black nubs in order to earn a few more cries from it's vicitm. It came rather quickly as well, this getting more of the seed on her chin.

The Grineer that had taken to pleasuring her hole, was for lack of a better term, panting like a Kubrow. His hips rocking back and forth. The tip of his shaft barely reaching what would be her cervix. "Tenno!" He'd cry out, the tight hole proving to much for him and forcing his load to be released early.
 
"Ha~ah!" Mesa yelped as armored thumbs flicked roughly against her nipples, the constant motion of her lips and chin from the normally stoic and silent frame was starting to shift the wrappings, revealing yet another unusual formation to her body, a human-like mouth with lips parted by each expression and a pale tongue, lolling slightly as her body bounced from the rough thrusts. "Eyyaahn~!" Cum spattering against her insides, white hot and thick, surging deep in her body. A fresh high of sensation slamming into her senses, making the warframe buck and convulse as she experienced her first orgasm, cumming helplessly, her own juices squirting around the thick Grineer shaft.
 
She was a helpess slut to the pleasures before her, she could not fight back easily, if nothing was done soon... She'd be dead. The Grineer that stood above her head noticed this protrusion, a sick laugh escaped from his ruined body. He motioned for the one that started this to take a look at those lips, the brother that had fucked her twat, noticed what they were doing but didn't care; his hips starting to pull back as he got ready to thrust again.
 
The climax ebbed, leaving in it's wake a sense of warmth and... Clarity? Despite the humiliation and violation she felt, Mesa's head had cleared, the lust that had clouded her thoughts relieved at last by the pleasure high. It still lurked under the skin, not truly gone, stimulated by the taste and smell of cum, by the feeling of thick seed squishing between her thighs, but it was lesser.

She could think again, and she thought fast.

Her arm shot up, her remaining peacemaker flipping into place with a practiced flick of her wrist, her thumb working the action to bore through the skull of the Grineer straddling her chest, adding a spray of blood and brain to the patina of cum marking her body as the shot echoed against the canyon walls. She twisted her body, shoving the dead weight to one side before it could collapse on her and striking high with one foot, cracking the Lancer about to penetrate her again across the temple. Not hard enough to kill, but hopefully enough to make him flinch while she redirected the peacemaker's aim to the Grineer who'd been busy covering her facewraps in his pre-cum.
 
The Grineer fell back in pain after tbe hit to his head, blood leaking as he screamed painfully. The Grineer that had been coating Mesa face in semen gasped and turned around, trying to get to a nearby door something! Yet, no salvation would come to him. He'd be dead before he'd know it. Rolling around on the ground in pain, the Grineer lancer tried to stop the bleeding, and possibly try and grab some sort of weapon to use against the Tenno, though it would not do him any good in the end.
 
*CRACK* *CRACK* The firing trance fell away and the Peacemaker slipped back into place on Mesa's wrist. Planting one hand, she slowly levered herself, rising into a crouch, then standing. Her mind was spinning, confused thoughts coursing through her head. What had happened to her? She had changed somehow, been made able to feel things she normally couldn't, able to do things she normally couldn't. The desire was sated but it was still at the back of her mind. Quiescent.

Sooner or later, she knew she'd want more...

Mesa shook her head. The mission first. She needed to finish this. She could examine the changes to herself at her leisure once she made it back to her Orbiter.
 
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