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Frame Incepted [Kaybee x Firestarter09]

Distant yells and howls and cries could be heard, Grineer, Hyekka masters and Drahk masters and their beasts running and scrambling to find Mesa. There was going to be a lot of work, a lot of dead bodies along with spent ammo. Sand blew off from the rocks going passed Mesa and directly into the distance, though some began to collect on the dead bodies, soon they would be buried and nothing would be found of them. A yellow waypoint on her hud appeared, telling her that her objective was 900m from her current position, now Mesa had to go through the door those Grineer came from, looking like she did now.

She was going to have to kill everyone at the base.
 
Mesa pursed her lips and reached up, adjusting her headband to pull taught again. Wouldn't do to have it come loose at a crucial moment after all. Cum dripped from her onyx nethers, stark white against the black skin as it trailed down her thighs, but there was nothing to clean with.

She hefted her rifle, exhaling. She felt better, invigorated, a tiny core of violation and hate remained, but those Grineer had wrought their own fate with what they did to her. She felt better than she had in weeks!

How long had these changes been brewing inside her? How long had it gone without her noticing?

She pushed those thoughts down, crouched, and was off.

Some of the Grineer might see her, covered in cum and undeniably lewder than before, but she did not begrudge them that sight.

It would be the last thing they ever witnessed.
 
And it was! Slash! Crack! Splat! Grineer fell left and right, those that were not fast enough or could even react, were quick to fall. Those that could react and fight back were quickly put at a disadvantage. Hyekka and Drahk masters, lost their beasts faster than expected and their own attacks did little to hurt Mesa. Heavy gunners, and the few bombards that tried to lay down suppressive fire, or even hit Mesa found themselves chasing shadows. Chaos, pure and utter chaos.

Swish! Stab! Ba-thump!

Each and every last one of them, all fell to her might, her swift justice. There wouldn't be much remaining anyways, the sabotage would leave the grineer base empty for months, no-one would come and when they did everything would be gone.

Eventually Mesa would be back on her orbiter, by herself -Well ordis did exist- and now would be the best time for her to inspect herself.
 
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She took herself in, in those moments after the sounds of battle faded away with the rush and swish of the orbiter's engines taking them away from the planet. In the heat of battle it had been easy to simply go into a trance, killing and killing and killing until the grineer base became a charnel house. Nothing left but corpses and gore, quickly drying under the harsh martian sun.

But here, in the silence, she could think again, could remind herself of what had happened, of what she'd been subjected to, of what she'd done...

Even under the blood and dust, there was a masculine scent, wafting from the thick cum stuck to her thighs and still oozing slightly from her ebon slit, dried into her mask and leaving little streaks across her chest. She was wet again despite the dryness, the ache was back too, a thrumming desire left behind by the adrenaline of the fight.

Ordis was saying something, but she wasn't listening, the heat wanted satisfaction, and this time, she had an idea of what to do. Mesa reached down, two gloved fingers touching between her legs, hesitantly at first, drawing back at the unexpected sensations before pressing on, pressing in. Her other hand came up, kneading at her breasts, brushing fingertips against her face where that grineer cock had rested, and her juices flowed, washing away the dust and blood on her thighs with liquid desire as the warframe fingered herself on the floor of her ship, working two digits in and out of her newfound cunt eagerly as she shuddered with delight.

All these new pleasures... All to enjoy... At least, until the next mission...
 
This soft feeling, this flesh, all of it was new, and strangely it fit... Like a glove. These new sensations that filled Mesa would drive her further and further into pleasure, and maybe she'd feel a little empty feeling in her mouth. Perhaps she should've kept one of those filthy clones alive, to satisfy her empty mouth and please her body when she desired. Then again, there was a thousand more out there, waiting to be touched and held down. Ordis babbled, commenting on how the operator was strangely acting erratically on the floor, not realizing what was going on. The poor cephalon had lost his marbles after so long; maybe a tune-up was in order?

Schlick

Oh well, that could be for later. After all, there were more pressing matters to take care of, and as that soft cunt flesh pushed into, slick folds splayed open a small idea may have crossed Mesa's head. What would happen if she touched another frame? Would they shift and reveal soft spots like herself? Would they just remain still and lifeless, or would perhaps an eldritch abomination be formed? So many outcomes, so little time.

"Operator, I recommend we head to Saturn now, I am sure you're capable of dealing with Sargas Ruk." Ordis chimed in.
 
The revelation of a mouth was even stranger... In the aftermath of her first wonderful toe-curling orgasm, she didn't even realize what she was doing until she suddenly tasted the sweet and sour of her own juices on her fingers. It was a delirium of lust... This was not what she was, yet it was so delightful... Would any of the other frames feel this? Would she be deprived when she left [Mesa] to become another?

Ordis was still talking, Saturn? Saturn sounded interesting... But first...

She stepped towards the back of the orbiter, her hips swaying without even realizing it, casting about the room curiously, a tuneless hum under her breath before her senses finally settled on the quiescent rage and pain...

Val'kyr...

Hesitantly, she raised a hand, touched the other frame, and transferred.
 
Mesa didn't turn back or revert her changes, no her soft jiggly parts were still there and dripping fluids from her eager cunt, those tight black lips looked so tasty and lickable, but as she entered Valkyr, she'd feel nothing. Disappointment would be perceived, then anger, then nothing. For what felt like an hour or more, but in reality was less than two minutes, Valkyr would flex and stretch her body trying to get whatever it was that happened to [Mesa] to happen [Valkyr].

Then it came, a pang, a tingle, a ripple across her body, and one that demanded her to fall to her knees.

That heat swelled on her crotch, demanded that the smooth surface be touched, that the exposed skin of Valkyr yields to it! A tug and a pull formed at her chest and then her rear.

Something was coming, something that demanded attention unlike any other.
 
The rage struck her, and it was only made stronger by the sudden lack. She was always used to having a little more sensation as Mesa, the adjustment of her senses, the balancing of her intakes as sight was restored, yet this was different, a whole new level of loss. The pleasure, gone, the sensations, gone. She felt between her legs and there was nothing more than smooth skin, she grasped one small breast and found no more response than had she prodded her stomach, or her forearm. The rage swelled, there was a temptation to simply give in, to savage the Mesa on the ground before her, jealousy, blind spite.

And then... A sudden jolt.

Her knees gave out as a primal scream tore from her mouthpiece, yet beneath the mask she could feel things moving, shifting, rearranging. "Urhh... Ahhhn~...." Was this it? The sensations were beginning to become familiar and with desperation the frenzied warframe renewed her attempts at self pleasure. This time, she felt ghosts of sensation, perhaps memories, perhaps blind delusions, but she kept pushing, feeling her breast begin to yield under her questing fingers, feeling a cleft begin to press into her nethers and the first inklings of fluids begin to form within it as it deepened. She pushed her fingers into that little indentation, eagerly pressing deeper, deeper, forming her own insides around her as she sought to hasten the process. Behind the mask were now human lips, tongue and teeth, bared in a feral scream of ecstasy as she thrashed on the floor, mindlessly fingering herself as the sensations multiplied and renewed. "Yes~! Yes! Y-E~EEAHN~!"
 
Her body started to yield to it, and swelling came forth, her breasts flesh was not as bountiful as [Mesa}, but it was nothing to be ashamed may be annoyed, but that was all, and those nubs of flesh that capped each round orb stuck out and seemed just a bit longer than before. The constant pleasure seemed to focus heavily on her lower half, which was already taking up a hand, and most of her attention. The small indentation had grown more profound as inner flesh could be felt, wet, tight, and hungry, though as she formed her insides and played with a genuinely tight hole, her thighs would feel strange. It felt as though someone was groping them or filling them like you would a balloon with water. The gap between her legs would feel plusher, almost devouring her hand.

Thicker and thicker, they swelled with new meat.

Solider and solider, her skin outlines became looking more natural and less machine yet small implants around her body stook out.

A strange tingle formed around her hips and rear, demanding that she pull away and stretch, to let this new feeling that was developing to blossom forth. Would she ignore it and continue to quench her ending need to please that tight hole, or would she stretch as her body screamed at her to do?
 
Val'kyr stretched out as her body continued to reform around her, arching her back up from the floor, then spreading her legs wide into a perfect split, feeling the new flesh ripple and change as she settled her self flush against the floor, a little shudder running up her spine as her new outer lips touched the cool metal surface. Then up again, arching the other way now, her hips rising, as she curled on all fours, showing the dripping folds of her pussy off as she bent double and then straightened, her fingers returning to her holes again, playing, thrusting. She shook, hips bucking against her own hands as she pleasured herself on the ground there. The feared warrior, the mighty berserker, fingering herself like a filthy whore.

But it wasn't enough...

Her body had changed, was still changing... "Ordis. Set course. Venus." Sargas Ruk? She recalled, the closest thing to mind now. He would do perfectly well.

She would enjoy ripping him to pieces, but she was looking forward to the cocks of the grineer marines she'd find down there. She needed them, something more than just her fingers. She needed to quench this heat inside her...

Stumbling into the cockpit, Val'kyr sat, her back against the console, idly fingering herself as she watched the stars go by... Soon...
 
"Saturn, actually. Are you all alright? Your readings are a bit uh... abnormal-TERRIBLE!-." His voice crackled and static coursed through Valkyr's head, ugh she would need to fix that damn thing voice! Maybe even give him so love? Wait what was she thinking, Ordis was her ship.

Her breasts had grown though they were still small compared to [Mesa], her jet black nipples stood out erect like a tiny thumb. Her hips had been broadening, much like [Mesa], but were much more packed and condensed with muscle and fat. Her thighs tingled swelled at a slower pace as they too became packed with condensed muscles. Now the best part came as she played with her hole, her rear, that small jiggly thing had finally swelled, inflating like a balloon and making the spot she rested against even more pleasurable! A new feeling would form at her cheeks, a new small indentation that wanted to drive in and open up a path of pleasure never explored.
 
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It still wasn't enough, it would never be enough, but as the ship set course, Val'kyr groaned and howled with a fresh round of orgasms as she pused oen finger into the newly-forming hole, then two, working her hands at both entrances now, fucking herself furiously to orgasm after orgasm, not caring for her dishevelment, or the fact that she was lying in a puddle of her own juices as she worked her holes.

She lost track of time, it had no meaning as she pleasured herself over and over again, the only way to keep track was the subtle accelerations and decelerations of the ship, hurtling through space.

By the time they reached Saturn, she was not satisfied, but she was at least coherent again. The lust seemed to bubble under her skin alongside the rage, no... In tune with it, bloodlust, carnal lust, perhaps it was merely a quirk of her berserker nature, but the two seemed so closely aligned as to have little separating them. She wanted to fight, she wanted to fuck.

Her body was on full display, with only her face covered, hidden by the mask. Everything else was bare, and she couldn't care less. Clothes would only get in the way after all...
 
She'd leave a mess, a big mess for Ordis to clear. Not that it mattered, the cephalon was quite adept at cleaning up fluids. "Strange, I am detecting a large number of fluids in your vicinity Operator... Ordis will clean them up-FLUSH THEM OUT THE AIRLOCK-!" The orbiter hummed as it settled a very safe and out of reach distance from a Grineer Galleon, specifically Sargas Ruk's Galleon.

One had to wonder what fate would await the Grineer aboard that ship, from the lancers to tall womanly gunners. Would they find a quick death or a long pleasure filled ride that ended swiftly, none would know, and none were aware.

The liset waited for Valkyr and would be much tighter than before around her lower half, the casing would confine her once she boarded with weapons in hand - not that she'd use them save for Ruk- there were more pressing carnal and bloodlust filled things to worry about, like if she could suckle upon any of those meaty shafts, or explore the mouth of a Grineer woman. Maybe she'd take one as a pet, something to toy with and please herself.

Spark, Spark.

small unnoticeable amounts of void energy arc'd off her body and disappeared lightly.

The game had come.
 
She landed lightly, stalking the shadows of the ship like a predator, a feral grin curling the lips under her mask as she walked. The first foe she found was a patrolling gunner, and while she hesitated a moment, she had one objective in mind right now, and the grineer female simply wouldn't be properly equipped for what the berserker wanted.

The rush of crimson and the wet sounds of claws cleaving flesh were almost as good anyways~

The scream drew the attention of others though, and soon enough, Val'kyr had what she wanted. Marines and Lancers spilled into the corridors, searching for her in twos and threes. Impatient, she waited only until one group was out of sight of the others before pouncing. One went down trailing an arterial spray from the berserker's claws, but the second went down to the weight of a body slamming into his upper torso. Valkyr straddled him, riding him to the ground as her hands went lower, tearing at the thick armor as though it was little more than tissue paper before her frenzied strength, her hips rocking obscenely as she practically salivated in anticipation... "Give it to me!"
 
The lancer let out a rough groan, a small yelp and something in Grineer that equated to fuck and oh by the queens, his dull brown eyes locked onto a slightly bouncy and rounder Tenno... was it usual for them to have parts so... outwards? "Skoom." He let a small guttural groan as his loins sturred, and the blood that covered his splotchy face dried up and flaked. The shaft he bore since his first breath stood tall and erect as well as splotchy and his sizeable sacks that hung below brimmed with fluids ready to be milked.

Was he supposed to be feeling this? Was this some new method of fighting... did he have a chance to live if he did what this skoom wanted?

He had already made up his mind not to move a muscle and remain helpless, scared priceless. He did not move his cybernetic right arm or his organic left arm, and yes, he did not try to move his legs around less; he upset the soft but highly deadly skoom. He wondered slightly if his allies would come to his aid and free him, he thought of his bed and grakata... By the queens who would take care of his precious weapon!
 
The cock was off-colour, splotchy and gray, but that hardly mattered to the lust-drunk Tenno. The shaft was hard, lengthy, and delightfully thick, enough that she struggled to wrap her fingers around it as she squatted over him, scuttling forward to poise her hips above the tip of his length, quivering in anticipation. Ideas danced at the edges of perception, more she could do to tease and pleasure this rod, but right now her aching pussy demanded fulfillment, the desperate desire required satisfaction.

"Ehehe~ Hm-mm~" A slightly manic giggle from beneath her mask as she slowly pushed herself down, spreading herself with his girth, then taking a deep breath.

"Mmnn...nn... Nya-AAAHN~!" She let herself drop her hips meeting his body with a resounding perverse slap as she impaled herself on his cock in a single motion a banshee howl of pure pleasure ripping from her lips as she was finally, wonderfully full.

And still she knew there was more to discover.

Instinctively, she started to rock, her hips sliding back and forth, churning her insides up with the grineer's shaft, her clawed fingers tightening on the shoulders of his armor, crumpling the steel with the mere effort of bracing herself as she began to ride him, a litany of wordless pleasured sounds dropping from her lips as she went.
 
The grineer let out half groans of pain, and half moans of pleasure. He was at the Tenno mercy, and by the queens was this machine of war squeezing his phallus dry. The grineer could feel it crawl up along his shaft, it was building, brimming... Something was on the way! The soldier could hear the metal plating of his pauldrons being crushed slowly, though it was more the right worried him; his right pauldron was a lot less thicker than his left and he possessed a right cybernetic arm and that meant-.

*CRUNCH!*

"Skoom!" He let out in pain as his right pauldron was crushed the metal piercing his metal arm and severing the connection to his nerves. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as his pain was replaced with a strange new sensation originating from his cock. "TTTTTTTEEEEEEENNNNNNNOOOOOOO SKKKKKOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!" The Grineer shaft erupted with sticky fluid, it flooded the tight hole and coated the walls, adding to it was the burning sensation of his sack.

*PAP!**PAP!**PAP!**PAP!*

He raised his left organic arm trying to grab the frames shoulder, something to pull himself, something... Anything.

*SQUISH!*

Through pure luck his hand was now grabbing the soft hip of Valkyr, by the queens it was so thick! And soft...
 
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