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Kallen was something of a legend, in all honesty. She had the experience, the tales, the skill, and the know-how of years of fighting the ever-growing war in the Origin System. She was, by all metrics, a badass, and she knew it. Partially famed for her Valkyr Prime, the frame she loved and had spent almost all her time in as she grew, and the Gersemi configuration she wore with it, though still with the helmet and standard coloration of her Prime Warframe, it had seen her through those years of service to the Lotus, and to the Origin System as a whole. By this point, she was legendary, literally at that; so proud of that achievement, she even had the insignia of her rank in holographic form over her right shoulder, proof of how far she’d come. She didn’t see it as a bragging point, however; in her eyes, that let anyone know just from seeing her that they could ask her about anything, because she had seen everything the System had to offer.

And then she learned that she hadn’t seen everything.

When she had first heard about seeing odd new changes to Warframes, she thought nothing of it, assuming it was just a few newer Tenno not knowing about the different chassis configurations people liked to use. When she finally saw someone’s Warframe, a normally quite chaste looking Mesa Prime, with very new, very big proportions, she had to do a double take to make sure her eyes weren’t deceiving her. But no, what she saw was real, as the not-so-quick look she took proved that her breasts, thighs, hips, and ass had all doubled and then some in size, her new sizes putting her old ones to absolute shame. And every step, every jump, every slide and heavy landing she took made those new curves jiggle and quake in wobbly motion that always caught her eye when she least expected them to. To make matters somehow worse, whenever Mesa moved just a little too suddenly, her fat cheeks would spread and clap together in a sound that pierced not just through the staccato of gunfire, but through the barriers of mental defenses she made as it always forced her to stop and shudder in delight at the noise. They were, more than anything else Kallen had ever dealt with prior, distracting, and more than a few times she’d almost caused a mission failure from how much she was watching Mesa’s overt, sexual body shake. 

But the worst part of that all was that she loved how distracting they were. She wasn’t going to lie and say she was ashamed to see them; no, seeing them enlightened a part of her brain to things she had never known about herself, as she had to use every ounce of willpower in herself to stop herself from pouncing onto Mesa and mindlessly groping her. Instead, she just spent her time trying to catch glimpses of her running around whenever she thought she wasn’t looking, staring at her curves bounce with constant vigor thanks to the hyperactive movement all Warframes were capable of. And while they did finish their task, successfully clearing out the Grineer stronghold of their soldiers and their precious data, there was no denying that, with a Tenno of her magnitude, it had taken far too long and with far too many close calls than it ever should have. And though it took Kallen a bit to think about, she eventually had the mental wherewithal to ask Mesa - when they were aboard their own Orbiters, thankfully meaning her brain-blotting curves were only in her mind’s eye - how she’d gotten those changes.

When she’d learned of the strange Orokin Reactor, she’d almost laughed about that. Something so simple, and yet so well hidden in plain sight - it wasn’t like most people would notice, or at least think much of a strangely colored potato. But the results of using it were something to behold, or at least, something she wanted to behold, especially on her beloved Valkyr frame. Imagining her with a pair of soft, jiggly tits and a fat, wobbly ass that shook whenever she moved too suddenly excited her to the core, and left her rubbing her frame’s body as she lost herself in her mind. When Mesa asked why she wanted to know what made her look like this, she was so caught in her fantasy that she verbally stumbled, but quickly brought herself back from that potentially awkward conversation by saying she simply wanted to make sure she knew everything the Origin System had to offer, including something like that.

She couldn’t really explain away why she needed confirmation that it was installable into a Warframe already upgraded with a normal Reactor, though.

 Ending the call, she had decided she knew what her new goal was - to scour the Origin System, in every possible corner she could search for it, in the hopes that she’d find one, or even someone who had one and didn’t want it. So, into the Void and the Orokin Towers that presided within she had gone, the corrupting tear in the galaxy the most likely place she’d find such a rare thing. She had one goal, one that was far easier said than done, and with it in her mind, she had refused to leave the Void until she’d completed it. And though it had taken her a long time, more time than she had imagined it would take, a tightly sealed security vault had given her the prize she so desired.   

The Reactor finally in her hands, she was filled with a sort of glee that she’d never imagined she’d get from a little upgrade like this. She had to calm herself as she held it, thanking the Void that it hadn’t taken her months or even years to obtain one as she’d been worried. She ran to her extraction point, ignoring all her enemies and their frantic shots sending bullets all around her, only a few even pittering off her shields. Even as she stepped down into her Orbiter, standing in the middle of her personal quarters, she squirmed in her excitement, before taking a deep breath, trying her best to calm herself. Then, when she felt her heart stop pounding in her chest, and her breathing was able to slow down to an almost normal pace, she set up a mirror in the center of the room, and performed the installation.

The first signs of change were slow to come, but she noticed them all, turning herself about in front of her full body mirror and staring at her Valkyr’s body through it. They started low, at her hips and thighs, already quite wide even before they began to grow. She pressed a hand against her butt, feeling it fill out in the smallest of amounts, but ever steady, the once just cute butt of Valkyr turning into a hefty mass of a cushion. Her hips, too, widened, adding even more explicit, impressive curves to her favorite Warframe. She swayed her tail, only just noting that she now had far more control over it, the appendage prehensile enough that she could easily wrap it around one of her legs, squeezing it and feeling it squish under its constricting grip.

The final change, the one she was most excited for after seeing peeks of it poking out from between Mesa’s cheeks, glowing bright and eye-catching, however, never came. She’d already had a hand over her crotch, waiting to feel the familiar slit of squishy wet flesh against her fingers, eager to have her digits frigging her Valkyr into a blissful climax. And while the area where it should have appeared became increasingly sensitive to the touch, and noticeably more sensitive than her ‘real’ body was, at that, never did her pretty kitty’s pretty kitty show itself. She didn’t notice at first, too busy ogling herself and delightfully squeezing her doughy thighs and heavy tits with her tail and other hand, respectively. It was only when she realized that she wasn’t feeling anything wet and mushy, and bothered to actually look there in the mirror, did she see that her Valkyr was as smooth as she’d always been there.

Still, all that sensitive skin meant it felt good to rub herself between her legs, and at this point, there was no way she could stop herself, so she kept at it, grinding her fingers and palm into her tender mound. But as she rubbed, the longer and more vigorously she played with herself, she understood just how wrong this had gone for her, as she couldn’t feel herself reaching a peak. It wasn’t like it ever stopped feeling good, but rather, it felt like it was just building, infinitely, with no sign of that build up ever overflowing into a squirty finish. When she finally stopped, long after her legs had given out and she’d fallen backwards, smushing her big booty under her, her arms had become so sore she couldn’t make even the slightest headway at getting herself back onto her feet. So, she just leaned back against a wall, sucking in air and feeling herself fade to sleep, only just beginning to figure out how hellish her plight truly was.

Somehow, she found something worse than all of the most egregious of pains she’d ever suffered in her history as a Tenno. The infinite frustration of having a frame so sensitive to touch around her groin, with nothing to let her actually relieve herself of the building tension she had from rubbing herself silly wasn’t just maddening, it was stupefying. Yet worse, she couldn’t even just Transference out of her Valkyr and give herself that much needed finish that way, as the first and only time she’d tried it, she felt so unsatisfied after the fact it just made her more frustrated than all the forced edge riding had. She realized that she needed to find something, anything, that would make her cum in her Valkyr, no matter what that thing was.

And so, she tried anything and everything she could think of to help her reach the climax she needed to give her her sanity back. Once, she’d tried to use her claws to literally scratch away at her frame, seeking to rip apart whatever was keeping her from feeling her soft, sensitive skin with her fingers like she wanted to, needed to. It was to her fortune that the entire process felt good, and not like she was dragging sharpened nails against her most sensitive of spots like a madwoman. It was her extreme misfortune, however, that it felt too good, and every dig and scrape she tried to make at the silicon-smooth skin of her Warframe just made her hunger for more, sending spasms of lust up her spine and shivers of need through her limbs. When her hands failed her, she started grinding on any and every surface that seemed suitable to her, from the corners of her Orbiter’s Foundry and Mods segments, to a random relic she had lying around, to the Somachord, with its cute little holographic of a dancing Octavia moving her hips. The thought of that Octavia with a fat, sexy ass wobbling from her hip shakes were the worst thoughts she’d ever had, each clap of her cheeks in her mindscape forcing her hips to buck into the device harder. 

Four hours later, she’d made no progress, however she was nearly in tears from how good it all felt and yet how far she was from the orgasm she had felt like she’d deserved.

Some days later, when Kallen had felt like she’d calmed down enough, keeping her eyes off of any of the things that could have triggered her neediness, she’d tried to go on a mission to really calm herself down. It needed to be something that actually required thought, though, as while she was so used to running through engagements with any and every force she could think of, right now routine wasn’t what she needed. She’d believed that she was safe, and thus, had even brought her Valkyr, not believing she’d had anything to worry about. That was what she thought, at least, until she realized that one of the Tenno on that mission was the same Mesa Prime that she’d seen that had sent her down this journey, her wobbly ass and tits still as fat as they were when she’d last seen them however long ago that was.

The other Tenno, however, was not one she recognized. An Excalibur, looking completely fresh from their Dream, if the lack of any notable customization, and the standard Braton, Kunai, and Skana combo they had with them told her anything. She’d been told by Mesa that she was just “showing him the ropes”, and a jaunt through the gas cities of Jupiter had seemed like a good idea, especially just to show off some of her favorite environments. Of course, it seemed like the Excalibur had other sights on his mind, as much like Kallen, his eyes were constantly on Mesa’s, trailing behind to watch her walk and wiggle and shake. Unlike her, however, he’d also had the benefit of being able to ogle Kallen’s Valkyr, as well, sometimes bumping into her whenever she paused, his crotch pressing into her ass and giving her an intense shock from the feeling of someone else’s body grinding against her, even if it was accidental.

Before the mission was even half-way completed, she couldn’t tell which of them was more melty-brained, however she knew that only Mesa still had her wits about her, between the three of them. She also knew that Mesa knew what was going on, and was enjoying having the both of them staring hungrily at her; she’d spent too long looking behind her, more than a few times looking up and down at her Valkyr, before giggling at the both of them through their comms for that to not be the case. “This mission’s taking longer than it should with such a high-ranking Tenno on our side,” she’d said at some point, cocking her hips to the side, making her thicc rump shake from the sudden movement. “I wonder why…”

The teasing had almost made Kallen lose it, however before she could even think about that, she heard the familiar taunts of a foe of her own make: a Sister of Parvos, whose name she’d forgotten. “If I’m being honest, I’ve been following you for a while… though it seems you’ve decided to make it even easier to find you.” Her frustrations high, and now with something with more stock to take them out on, she ran through the Sister’s defenses, the hounds not standing a chance against her feverish wrath. The Sister was by no means expecting that, the wobbly sight of the Tenno making her think she would have been an easy mark at that moment, especially with how much stronger she’d become during Kallen’s absence.

The real surprise, however, came when, in a fit of Hysteria, Kallen tackled her to the floor, her claws glowing with burning malice. The Sister kicked her off, and tried to claw away, fearing for her life despite her original confidence; however, where she’d expected to feel the pain of those shearing talons against her body, instead they wrapped around her wrists, holding her to the ground with her back to the air. And as she held her breath in fear of what was to come, she felt something against her butt. It pulled away for a moment, and then was right back against it, a constant pressing and pulling from her she looked back as best as she could, and saw her greatest foe was not, in fact, trying to kill her.

She was humping her.

More than even seeing Kallen rip through her hounds with over-practiced ease, this had startled her - then, one of her Hounds that had survived that slaughter tackled Kallen off of her. Before she even had a chance to pounce back onto the Sister, she teleported out, disappearing as quickly as she’d come. Kallen only then realized what she’d done, as she looked back and saw Mesa Prime looking at her with a smug aura she could feel, even if their faces were all hidden, as well as the Excalibur, looking stunned by the sight. “If you wanted something to hump,” Mesa said, who then turned around and, and walked towards a wall, before leaning into it and smacking her ass with one of her Regulators, “You could have just asked, you know…” That had well and truly set her off, as Kallen jumped over to her and humped her fat ass, each plap of her hips against Mesa’s squishy cheeks music to her ears. She could have sworn she heard Excal say “I wanna do that…” but his plights weren’t important to her. And yet, just as before, she got nothing out of it but the embarrassment of what she’d done, and the yet growing horniness welling within her.

And yet, there was something far worse she’d done in her quest to cum, her brain by now more like a soup in her skull than any useful organ. She had been scrolling through the net feeds, and came across whispers of a private stream of a Tenno that had used one of those Reactors, one who was more than willing to show off the fruits that her searching had given her. She didn’t even care that it was only joinable with a small amount of plat paid to the owner, the price of it was a pittance compared to the amount of it she had, and even more, unimportant in her need to find something to get her to climax. When she logged into the stream’s feed, making sure to use a random name she hoped no one would connect to her, the simple sight of the Yareli bent over the camera with her tits shaking directly in its view made her whole body twitch, her deep cleavage looking so warm and inviting to her. Her left hand was at her smooth crotch before she’d even had time to think about it, vigorously rubbing her hand against herself as her other hand groped her own soft breasts, which only got faster as Yareli began to dance for her viewers.

Yareli’s teasing words and sensual dancing were the work of someone who had done this before, someone who knew just how sexy she was and how much she turned on anyone who looked at her. Each motion sent tremors of desire through Kallen, as she forgot all about how much she had been trying to keep her mind steady and her sensitive, needy body began to move itself through the motions of trying to pleasure something that wasn’t there, and turn her brain further into sludge. When Yareli had blown a kiss to her viewers to signify the end of the stream, giggling at some of the horny comments that were still flowing in, however, Kallen still hadn't reached her climax, her whimpers of need heard by no one but herself. Of course, that wasn’t enough to have embarrassed her. It was what she did afterwards, as she immediately went into a private chatlog and asked to have a more intimate moment with her than just watching her finger her pussy on stream. Her pleas, at first, got her nothing but the kind, but decisive denials of Yareli. When she said she’d pay for it, that had gotten her ear, and when she’d actually sent the lumpsum 300 platinum her way, she was immediately given a request to visit Yareli in her Dormizone.

The first thing she’d noticed when she entered was the smell, the powerful, heady scent of sex that permeated throughout the halls. Every step towards the room just shut her brain off even more, the once noble Tenno turned into a feral cat in heat by the time the door had opened, with Yareli standing in the doorframe. Kallen wasted no time, tackling her just as she had the Sister, grinding her crotch into her partner for the night, feeling her pussy slather its sticky juices all over the comparatively featureless, and yet far more sensitive plating of her groin. She didn’t know what position this might have been called, her pressing down into Yareli as her legs were raised up, feet next to her head, but having her in it felt good. The sounds of their combined whines of pleasure mixed in sweet cacophony, their unfiltered mewling towards the other echoing around them.

At some point, she’d turned Yareli onto her front - or maybe she’d done that to herself, she didn’t know. She also didn’t really care, as despite not having any stimulation, she found herself humping a second fat assed Warframe in as many days, her pelvis slamming and slapping into her warm, cushiony flanks and pressing them down. She was beating away at her cheeks for all the visual stimuli that it offered, the simple act of humping and grinding against her turning her on far more than playing with herself all on her own had. A part of her wished she’d grown another attachment, and the thought of having a dick of any size, even one that couldn’t even make it past Yareli’s cheeks forced a shudder filled moan from her lips. There was nary a thought between her ears that wasn’t ‘hump’ and ‘cum’, but it was just her luck that all of this wouldn’t get her the second half of her desires.

When her hips finally gave out, she slumped over, landing on her side, giving Yareli enough time to stand up, her own strength renewed. She bent down, grabbing Kallen’s Valkyr by the horn-like protrusions on its helmet, and shoved her groin into her face, mussing up her faceplate with her gooey fluids. The literal faceful of hot Yareli kitty she’d gotten sent her hand back down to her own crotch in her arousal, not wanting to miss even a single moment of potentially getting to cum. She didn’t even bother trying to move herself out of that hold, more than willing to accept her place as a pretty little brainless toy for the Yareli to rub herself on if it meant even a chance to cum. And when the Yareli squirted all over her face, slathering her in a wave of her syrupy heat, she would have started to beg for more, but was stopped when she heard her speak.

“Oh no… did I leave the stream on?”

Kallen was sure she had blushed so hard that it was visible on her Valkyr. It didn’t stop her from rubbing her face deeper into Yareli’s pussy, her need for more of that sweet, slimy nectar winning out momentarily over her sudden awkwardness. It took Yareli pushing her off with a “Bad girl” to get her away, and when she went back to her feed, she saw that yes, in fact, that whole thing had been on stream. And there were far more people watching now than even her peak while she was alone. Even though the stream was promptly shut down just as she’d realized that, the knowledge that any of them could have recognized her sent a shiver through her. It scared her, and turned her on in equal parts that she didn’t know if that shiver was her nerves, or her arousal.

It was at that moment that she knew she needed to get whatever lock was keeping her own pussy from manifesting unlocked. If she did anything else like that, she’d explode, and only possibly in a good way, as her reputation was slowly shifting. She’d seen talk of some Tenno recognizing her on that stream, even weeks afterwards, and while there were a substantial number of doubters that the Valkyr really was Kallen’s own Warframe, there were just as many people who swore that it was, and that was enough to light a fire under her as she ran through dozens of codices in hopes of learning anything that could help her. She didn’t care what it was, just that it was something.

Perhaps if she hadn’t been so desperate, she would have seen the inbox message of a Corpus researcher who knew just how to help her for the trap that it so obviously was. As it was, she nearly jumped with joy that maybe her newfound ‘fame’ was just what she needed to save her. So, into the obvious trap she’d gone, not realizing that the message was written in just the way that the Sister of Parvos that had decided she was the rival to liked to talk, located in the exact same room she’d humped her. They pulled out all the stops, throwing everything they could to capture her, an effort that wasn’t needed; Kallen was far to horny to have been a capable fighter in that instance, only moaning as she was dogpiled upon and dragged back into a faraway facility, where she was quickly locked into place by two mechanical arm emplacements holding her own arms. The position they were keeping her in by her wrists was leaving her bent at an angle that left her booty thrust outwards, and her breasts hanging below her, the weight of them now more present to her than they’d ever been. 

“I didn’t think that would work, but it did,” She heard the voice of the Sister from somewhere. “Oh, we’re gonna have sooo much fun with you, my extra cheeky sweetie! Boys, get to work… Mommy wants to see what caused this new change in her.” The mention of a researcher wasn’t a complete lie, after all, she thought for a moment. The modulated sounds of Corpus came quickly after, their work already beginning as two of them went in, moving to poke and prod her, groping her ass and tits with the calculatory grasps of a scientist that did more to turn her on than get any information from her. She bucked her hips, squirming as the simple touches aroused her enough to get her to push into their hands, wiggling her hips as she sought something to press into her crotch, hoping the pair inspecting her would catch the hint and get to it.

Sooner than she would have wanted, they were done, pulling away from her with obvious tents in their jumpsuits that they forced themselves to ignore. “Nothing at all? Parvos must know more about this change in this Warframe…” Then, with a snap of her fingers, she reached behind her, pulling a small carrying container from her back and opening it up. From within its sealed confines, she pulled out another of the modified Reactors, something that Kallen quickly noticed as her head swiveled to stare at it as entered her line of sight. The Sister, of course, noticed this, moving it around to make sure that she was, in fact, looking at it so readily. “I know you Tenno like putting things like these into your frames, and it seems like you’re interested in it, and I’m feeling generous. So… I wonder what this one does?”

She, of course, had no way of knowing that her rival was more than aware of what it did, but with how out of her own mind Kallen was by this point, there was no way nor time for her to have said anything. So, when the Sister came forward, and pressed the Reactor to her frame, the lack of any initial reaction surprised and frustrated her to her core. Then, just as she began whining wordlessly in her place, weak little whimpers telling clear tale of her hopes that something would have happened, the light drained from the Reactor, and in her Transferenced body, she felt the change immediately. She violently wiggled in her restraint, clenching and loosening her fists as she growled and gurgled from the feeling of her crotch suddenly becoming even more sensitive, something she didn’t think was even possible. The tightness in her gut left her after so long, as she suddenly felt something drip down her legs. She once more clenched her fists, then her teeth, and her legs trembled in blissful agony as she yelped out, and finally came with all the intensity she had hope for and more, squirting hard enough to audibly splatter the wall behind her in her slick sign of lust.

With the final parts of her change finally complete, she moaned like a whore, so loudly and throatily that she felt like she was crying, as she felt like she was being peppered with mini orgasms so soon after that massive one. “Well, this is certainly knowledge we can profit from… thank you, darling!” She patted Kallen on her butt, the hypersensitivity of her skin causing another miniature climax to rush through her that left her twitching against her restraints. “Hmm. Well then. As for all of you burly boys…I think you deserve a reward for helping me catch this morsel. So go on - have a taste of the goods you’ve brought in~!”

None of them needed to be told twice, as they all unsealed their jumpsuits to let free their cocks, all manner of shapes, sizes, and colors coming out to view. The Sister laughed to herself, and Kallen felt her pussy drool with glee at the practical buffet of cocks she was being offered up to. She didn’t care that this all needed her to be captured by the Corpus, of all people, to finally get her what she’d wanted, as her brain had essentially shut off, the cocks all around her and her desire for them the only things that mattered.

The first that came up to her was a pair, one stepping up in front of her while the other came up behind her. The one at the front grabbed her legs, lifting them until they were on his shoulders, and used one hand to line himself up with her gushing kitty. The other, wanting his own hole to himself, pressed his fat tip to her ass, barely waiting to thrust into her, going balls-deep in a single pump of his hips. Her throat choked up, as her anus squeezed tight around him, pushing a groan out of his throat. The crewman holding her legs up, not wanting to be left behind, bucked his own hips forwards, plowing through her slick lips until he, too, was as deep in her as he could have been. She came again, the long ride of an orgasm making her even wetter than she already was as they began to pull back and thrust into her. There was no coordination between them, though; they had just come up at the same time, willing to use her for their pleasure in tandem with the other. None of this mattered to any of them, Kallen happy to be used as a toy by them as she stayed in a near constant state of bliss.

When they came, the warmth of their seed spilling deep in her holes made her twitch and flutter around them until they were able to pull out. The crewman holding her legs didn’t bother letting her down kindly, simply stepping backwards once he was done, and letting his friend finish up before he groped one of her tits and left, back to whatever business he had to do. With no one around to hold her up, she fell to her knees, arms still up and unusable. This is where she stayed for the next crewman, one with a larger cock who decided he wanted to use her tits, groping them around their sides, then squishing them together with a hearty laugh. Then, he got low, bending slightly as he angled himself, then pushed in between her soft, fluffy chest, stroking himself off with them and pumping his hips in time with his squeezes. For her part, Kallen wasn’t just kneeling there doing nothing, shaking her chest and moaning for him as he fucked her titties with rougher and more aggressive thrusts, the tip of his cock poking out from her breasts on some of his deeper bucks.

When he came, the first few ropes flew high, splattering across her helmet much to her shock, before he tried his best to thrust through his climax, the rest of his sticky nut spattering between and atop of her milk-white chest as it soon began to drip and slide down her body. When he was finished, he stepped back, then grabbed her helmet and wiped the cum beading out of his head onto her face. Once he was gone, another came, leaving her on the ground as he knelt down, spread her legs, and thrust into her pussy, still slimy with cum even after the previous horny crewman had used her. He was a small one, but even at that size, she could feel everything, each of his angry thrusts sending her bouncing up before dropping back down, just in time for him to slide back in as deep as he was able to. He even came quick, too, however his finish was far bigger than any of the prior ones combined, stuffing her walls so full that it began to puddle out of her in the middle of his orgasm. Even as he pulled out of her, thrusting his cock between her lips, he still came, coating her stomach in his white-hot lust until it petered out into a drool of cum.

The next was a group of three, standing her up as two of them went behind her to fuck her ass at the same time, while the third went to her front, grabbing her helmet and humping her face, pressing his musk-laden cock against her and forcing his horny stench into her brain. Her orgasm redoubled, just in time for the pair behind her to finally get their dicks into her ass, the twin shafts stuffing her full and stretching her out like she’d never felt before, in or out of her Warframe. They had some semblance of pace between the two of them, one thrusting in as the other pulled out, making sure she was never without a hard log of flesh warming her from deep within. She moaned, but her voice was shot by this point, any noise she made sounding hoarse even to her addled self; even her giggles of lust from the sweaty meat in her face ruining her mind sounded rough, but neither she, nor any of the men lined up to use her cared. And when they came, they all had the collective conscious decision to get her as sticky as possible, the two railing her rump pulling out to hump her cheeks until they glazed them with their hot cream, as the one in front shot hard enough that some of his cum arced overhead and landed on her back.

And yet, there were still more crewman around her, their rock-hard masts ready and willing to use the sexualized Warframe for their needs. Not a single part of her didn’t, at some point, have a cock get pleasured by it; some preferred to thrust between her thickened thighs, the soft meat of them more than enough to get them off. Some of them humped her armpits, some had her use her feet as a makeshift pussy and hump through, and more than a few of them used her fat cheeks as the target for their lust, plapping their hips into her ass and hotdogging their rods between them. But all of them wanted the same thing, and that was to use her to cum, as hard (and for a few of them, as many times) as they could. By the end of it all, she was absolutely drenched, from head to toe, in seed. There were only a few left, all taking their turn at the same time, pumping her full of their meat and grinding against her, each looking to get the last bits of pleasure they could from her.

The Sister, with a small, degenerate smile about her, walked up to Kallen, looking down at her as smugly as she could, not at all caring that it was lost on the fuckdrunk Tenno. “Well, I’m sure this has been fun for you, but some of the boys here have more plans in store for that pretty little tin suit of yours, and unfortunately… those plans don’t involve you. In a few minutes, you’ll know what I mean, and hopefully, we’ll be able to get started. So, for now, let’s call this goodbye, sweetie~”

None of that, of course, was registered by her, her mind far gone as she fucked and humped with the small groud of crewmen surrounding her. There was a loud buzzing sound, one that hadn’t been there before, though barely audible under the noises of sex that was already filling the room, that only grew louder as they, too, all got closer to their own ends. The crewmens’ hips got faster, less coordinated, and far more spasmodic, as Kallen herself was reaching the end of her rope, not even trying to stand as she was simply held up by the many horny Corpus workers using her as a plaything. It all grew more intense; the buzzing grew louder as whatever was about to happen was finally beginning to happen…

And then she was back on her Orbiter, practically squirting through her pants from how hard she was cumming.

She was insensate, barely even thinking as she rested on the floor of her Transference Room, trying to catch her breath, only able to go so slowly as her mind came back to her. When she looked up at the ceiling of the room, it had taken her four tries before she realized that was not the ceiling of the Corpus Facility that she was just at not seconds ago. It took her even longer to realize that she wasn’t in her Warframe, but rather lying on the cold ground with her real body, her hair splayed out around her as she looked at her non-clawed hands, finally coming to full terms with a horrible fact. They’d taken her away from her Valkyr, completely. That… wasn’t supposed to happen.

“Fuck.”

If she had the energy, she knew she would have been madder. As it was, she still needed a few small moments to contain herself before her soaking wet pussy from squirting when it slid against her pants.

Chapter Text

If anyone ever asked her, Kallen would say that she might have been one of the unluckiest Tenno in the Origin system.

Not too soon after she’d had her Valkyr Prime stolen from her, the Corpus revealed they were beginning mass production of the odd upgrading device, or Orokin Accelerators, as they were deeming them. A part of her felt that their obtaining of her Valkyr was what prompted that, but it nonetheless made her mad that, now, after she’d spent months finding one, then needing to come across another to get her Valkyr the full treatment it should have given her, they were beginning to flood the markets. She says flood, of course, they were still niche, as on top of being incredibly expensive to buy (or make, as some raids on Corpus facilities had found surprisingly untampered with blueprints for them had discovered), only a smallish percentage of Tenno actually wanted one. However, wherever a Tenno that used one showed up, they were often the cause of incredible surprise, and more importantly, distraction.

Now, as she was lying on the ground, down but not out quite yet, feeling her connection to her Nova Prime slipping as she waited for her allies to help her up, she was becoming increasingly embarrassed about this. After all, she was far from new to all of this, the metaphorical meat grinder of battle against the enemies of the Tenno. And yet, she’d been in this position almost a dozen times by now in this mission alone, all because despite her best efforts, she couldn’t stay without any forms of distractions.

“Hey, are you alright down there?” Came the kindly voice of one such distraction, a Trinity fitted in the Strega configuration… and with a pair of tits that made her want to latch onto them like she was trying to milk them dry. Underneath the segmented skirt, her ass was just as big and jiggly, though it was thankfully (or unfortunately, Kallen’s mind was sure which it was) usually hidden from sight. Sight was specified, because whenever she moved too quickly, or worse, when she bullet jumped, she could hear it jiggle and clap together whenever she was too close. Of course, with her on the ground, looking up at her as Trinity stood over her, she had an easy view of it, from an angle that made her want to force herself back up and shove her face between those warm, quaking cheeks like a thirsty woman seeing an oasis. And though her willpower was strong enough to keep herself from doing that, she remembered her time in her Valkyr; she knew that given the right stimulus, or lack thereof, she wouldn’t have been able to. Instead, she just dumbly stared up at Trinity, her eyes lingering on her mountainous curves for far too long, only realized she’d been asked a question once she was back on her two feet.

“Uh, y-yeah, I’m good…” Kallen lied as naturally as she breathed, her gaze never once leaving Trinity’s big titties that she swore she could see poking through her cloth-like armor when the light hit her just right. “I’m just a little… off my game, is all.” Her words trailed off as she could feel herself practically drooling as she stared at her friend’s hefty chest, then tried to shake it off as she looked away from Trinity… and found her gaze landing right on another of her ally’s changed Frames, and an all too familiar one, at that. This Mesa Prime knew that Kallen had lingering and wandering eyes, and she knew when she was looking like she had eyes in the back of her head. Indeed, just as Kallen turned her head and just happened to look in her direction, Mesa suddenly bent over, hands on her knees as she breathed heavily, her ‘accidental’ pose making her ass stick out for her viewing pleasure. And just as Mesa would have guessed, her gaze lingered, as her mind reminded herself just how soft and squishy and humpable it was…

The feeling of gunfire hitting her shields broke her out of her stupor before any real damage could beset her. She brought a ring of Null Stars in a hasty attempt to block the bullets and, tried to get her mind back to the mission. But every so often, her eyes would wander, and her shots would miss, or she’d get surprised by an enemy coming up to her that she could have easily heard, all because of the sexy, jiggling ladies around her. Admittedly, the Excalibur, the same one that Mesa had with her the last time Kallen had seen her, wasn’t doing much better, but she wasn’t sure how she felt having her performance be compared to someone not even in the double-digit mastery ranks. By the time the mission was over, she’d lost count just how many times she’d had to be rescued by her teammates… and just how many times she debated taking Capturas of either of them when she thought they weren’t looking. She’d stopped herself every time it came to her mind, but more than a few times, she could feel her camera fingers getting itchier than her trigger finger.

When she returned to her Orbiter, her frustration at an all-time high, especially after the Mesa had ‘ accidentally’ sat on her face and nearly suffocated her while trying to get her back up, the first thing she did was open up the Holo. She needed to let off a lot of steam, and what better way was there than a bit of finger painting, in her mind, so she began to browse. She rather quickly found her newest favorite go-to place, the stream she’d watched in her Valkyr some time ago. She’d told herself she wouldn’t reenter that stream, not after accidentally showing up on it, however when she’d heard from someone that the Yareli actually missed someone of a certain username, that just so happened to be her username, she went back to watch her again, and now she was hooked. She’d even paid for a number of private streams, though she would never admit that to anyone; not that she needed to, with how often the bubbly girl showing off for her audience sometimes let slip just how much of a big spender Kallen was. For some reason, though, hearing her say her screenname, even in that context, turned her on; hearing Yareli call her an adorable little addict made her almost as horny as she had been in her Valkyr.

However, it seemed that Yareli was just finishing up her stream, as she entered just as she was blowing her signature kiss to the camera to her ‘lovelies’, as she liked to call them. When she saw Kallen’s name appear, she giggled, and gave the screen a sexy little hip wiggle that sent her cheeks clapping back together with a wet noise (and what looked like a splattering of oil from her mini bootyquake) for her amusement, then a spank, before saying she’s sad that she only just came in. Kallen whimpered, but could only give a few words of her own sorrow before the stream cut off. With a grit of her teeth, she continued her browsing, passing in and out of various videos and keeping some up on the Holo, until she had a veritable wall of porn playing, and yet still, she wanted more. That is, until her browsing took her to some odd, dark corners, and she saw something… odd. 

It was a Valkyr, one that looked so much like her own, down to the Prime helmet and Gersemi armor, but it looked off. For one, it was wearing clothing, in a sense; she wasn’t sure what else to call the skimpy red miniskirt and bikini, the top of which was snugly squeezing its breasts together to show off a deep, inviting cleavage. And right around its crotch, just about where its womb would be if it had one, there was a mark that looked just like a Granum Crown stamped onto it, glowing a bright blue upon its skin. Right next to her, however, was a Corpus crewman and a Grineer trooper, both with their cocks out and slapping them against its big, jiggly ass, as its tail moved to wrap around the leg of the trooper while its hands went to caress the crewman. Seeing its fat booty get smacked and slapped by the pair took her mind away from any thoughts of how similar it looked to hers, for the moment, as her hand began to rub her sweltering petals with renewed vigor. 

The crewman was first, watching as the Valkyr bent over, hands and feet planted onto the floor and wiggling its hips invitingly at him before he grabbed its hip and tail, and wasted no time plowing its drippy, drooly pussy. He thrusted in as deep as he could in the first hump into it, squishing its bouncy cheeks with his pelvis, then reached the hand on its hip away to slap its ass, and went to town. Kallen’s mind ran back to when she was used like a toy by the Corpus, and her mind blanked as the sight in front of her, combined with her memory, sent her spiraling into an orgasm. She moaned like a whore for no one but her own enjoyment, and went further down as she fingered her needy clitoris into more and more pleasure. She barely even noticed when the Corpus pulled out and came on the Valkyr’s back, and the Grineer took his place, turning, grabbing, and finally lifting it up so its legs could wrap around his waist as he pressed the Valkyr’s back into a wall to fuck it as hard as he could.

His bigger size (in many ways, at that) let him put more power into his thrusts, the loud plapping of his hips to its soft cheeks shutting off Kallen’s higher brain functions as she played with herself to the video on her Holo. The Grineer’s rough pace made her imagine what it would be like to be in position as well, having someone so much bigger than her carryfucking her into submission while all she could do was hold on for dear life. She didn’t even realize that her mouth had been agape for almost the entirety of this video, nor did she care when she finally felt the rivulets of drool running down her chin and landing on her chest. When she came again, it was an explosion, and she fell slack, as she could only stare at the video and twitch. In the back of her mind, however, she was sure she could recognize just where that was, and that made her mind swirl as she realized she might just be getting her Valkyr back, and sooner than she could have ever hoped.

With her mind set (after she came to from her long session of squirting across her room), she went to the last known spot of the Valkyr without a separate Warframe, such was her confidence that she’d be coming home with it. She’d had to be as sneaky, as without her Warframe to keep her anchored, excessive damage would lead to her going right back to her Orbiter, and she couldn’t afford that, not when she was this close to finally getting her most prized possession back. There were far too many close calls for her, as she kept to the shadows, going from room to room until she could feel it in her bones. She was close, and she knew it; it was just in the room ahead…

And as Kallen rounded a corner into the small room she’d seen in the video, she learned that she wasn’t the only one that was close , as she saw the Valkyr - her Valkyr - on its knees, with a crewman in front of it with his cock out, and on wobbly legs of his own. Its hands were playing with him, one hand wrapped around his cock while the other tended to his sensitive balls, cradling them in its hand in time with her lurid pumps. As she caught sight of this, her eyes widened, and her approach was halted for the moment, as she watched her Valkyr stroking this crewman’s dick with the movements of a professional, its sharp claws not once looking close to nicking him even as he spasmed in its grip. The sounds coming from them told her that there was at least some lube in use, if the speed that her Valkyr’s hand was moving didn’t show that off enough. The crewman clearly couldn’t stand it, literally and metaphorically, as he backed up into a wall and clawed at it. All the while, her Valkyr never once left her place right in front of him, and as he began to breathe so heavily that even she could hear him, her Valkyr took the hand rolling his balls away, and tilted her head as that hand flashed a peace sign at him. Kallen wasn’t sure why it did that, but it worked out just as it must have planned, as the crewman’s cock erupted, spewing out ropes of thick, white spunk across - and a few past - its helmet.

By the time the crewman was done, his head was against the wall, and his chest was rising and falling heavily, out of breath as her Valkyr milked the last dribbles of cum from his rod. When nothing came out after a few long, slow strokes, it moved its helmet to bump against the tip of his penis, almost like a kiss, sending a shiver through him as he went over to a storage container, opened it, and tossed what was clearly a hefty sum of credits within. Then, he zipped up his jumpsuit, and left with a wave that her Valkyr returned, walking past her void-shrouded form with nary a reason to believe he’d been watched. The whole time, Kallen had, unbeknownst to herself, started to grope her own still needy crotch, only realizing what she was doing as he strode past her, and the only ones still in the room were her and her Valkyr. Her Valkyr that had, apparently, noticed her, as it looked right in her direction, and began waving in her direction instead. Still not thinking about anything, she just kept staring as her Valkyr stood up, and moved to the storage unit, sitting on it in a seductive, crossed legged stance, its squishy thighs mushing together while one of its hands went up to grope its heavy tits underneath its slutty bikini.

Kallen, deciding that she didn’t have to take her Valkyr back just this instant, walked over to her sexy Valkyr, rubbing a hand on its chest, and squeezing it, feeling the meaty flesh fill her palm and squish out between her fingers. She was mesmerized, having forgotten just how attractive her Valkyr was after the Accelerator had changed it, enough so that she was surprised when its hand went up to her face, still covered in cum. “Wait, what are-” was all that she could get out, before its palm pressed into her, the crewman’s salty cum hitting her tongue. It should have disgusted her, tasting the freshly milked of someone that should have been one of her greatest enemies, and yet, being forced to do just that by her Valkyr was… enlightening. She pulled back for a moment, only to lick at its hand, dragging her tongue across its fingers and sucking up more of the seed coating its digits, before taking its index and middle finger into her mouth, slurping them like a cock while they tickled her tongue. As she did this, one of its hands went low, and inserted itself into her pants, dragging its fingers across her pussy.

A part of her felt like she should have been worried about her Valkyr’s clawed digits so close to something as delicate as her drippy kitty. That part shut itself up as it ground the heel of its thumb into her clitoris, making her moan throatily, and unfortunately, quite loudly. She knew she needed to shut herself up, or else she’d get caught, and she knew with how horny she was, there was little chance she’d get away, and seeing the still cummy helmet of her Valkyr, she didn’t even take the time to think about what she was about to do, as she pressed her lips to it, licking up more of the spunk coating it and making out with her Valkyr’s ‘featureless’ face. This act of degeneracy gave her a mini-orgasm as she drooled on its helmet and into the hand still playing with her pussy. It wasn’t long until its helmet was cleaned of all the seed splattered onto it, and Kallen still hungrily and happily kissed her Valkyr, not a thought of the outside world in her mind as she humped the hand in her pants.

“Goddammit, where the hell is she supposed to be…?”

A voice in the distance took her out of the moment as she panicked. Her Valkyr, however, didn’t seem to notice, or care about the voice, as it continued to grind away at her juicy clitoris, quite literally pressing her buttons without a care in the world of being caught. Kallen tried to pull its hand away, but the hand she’d once been licking then reaching around to hug her to it stopped the attempt without much effort. Finally, remembering enough of her training to realize just what she needed to do, she willed herself into Transference, snapping her body into her Valkyr’s, and almost stumbling from the odd, intense feeling in her crotch. Why is everything so hot, she thought, as her pussy ached in need even more than it had when she was being fingered. She caught herself, but instinctively brought a hand down to rub her throbbing groin, her fingers tingling as it went over the Corpus womb emblem, before she heard the voice again, now much closer this time.

“Oh, finally,” it, or rather, he said, as she looked up and saw a Rhino standing in the doorway. “I’ve been searching for… well that doesn’t matter. Now, I think they said I just…” he trailed off, and before she could say anything in response, he reached a hand down, grabbed onto his codpiece, and tossed it off, revealing a hot, sweaty sheathe of meat with two massive, heavy looking balls beneath it. Whatever words she had in her mind were gone as she realized something. That Corpus had thrown money into the storage container she was sitting on, and she could only assume there was a pile within there, already, even if she hadn’t yet looked. Was her Valkyr a Corpus sponsored whore…?

Once more, her thoughts were cut off, as the smell wafting off the Rhino hit her. It was strong, powerful, and more than anything else, it messed with her head as the sheathe dripped, his musk making the little room they were in stuffy, and she decided, once again, that maybe she could stay a bit longer, and play along with this. After all, this was a Tenno in need, who’d spent who knows how long searching for her, so why keep him from something that would benefit her, too? So, with the air around her growing thick with their combined need, she wordlessly stood up, and leaned over the storage container, one hand holding her up as her off-hand reached back to grab one of her soft cheeks. She got herself excited as she thought of how bubbly her booty felt once again, but held herself back from fondling herself, instead spreading her cheek apart to reveal her tight twin holes, barely covered by the bikini she was in, then let it go to spank her own ass, the sound loud enough to cover her small yelp. She brought that hand back to the container in front of her, and used it to steady herself as she bounced her hips for Rhino, clapping her asscheeks together with every wiggly movement she made.

“I guess they weren’t lying,” he said, walking up to her. She looked behind her, and saw the sheathe begin to open up, as a fat, blunt tip came spooling out, slightly flared and looking like it would grind into every part of her inner walls. As he got closer, yet more fat inches of cock came with that tip, growing out, and out, and she became as scared as she was aroused as an enormous, thick dick was soon flopped onto her back, half of it between her cheeks and sliding against her bikini. And as she could feel that length of meat rising up to the middle of her back, she wondered if this was actually a good idea, a thought that didn’t get time to stew as Rhino pushed her bikini bottom to the side, and pulled his hips back until the fat, blunt head of his cock was pressed to her sopping wet kitty. If she had wanted to protest, now would have been the time to do it.

She, of course, didn’t want to protest.

With that, Rhino pushed into her, and she had to brace herself with her legs, the storage container not quite heavy enough to not tip over from how forceful he was being as he tried to push through her ungiving lips. She pushed back against him, and tried her best to relax as she felt him press ever so harder, her lips spreading as her slickness helped ease him in, until with a sudden shlick, his head popped into her. And, as it seemed was just the method with her, he gave her barely enough time to adjust to the thick slab of flesh stretching her out, as he pushed himself forward, shoving inch after hot, thick, throbbing inch into her wet kitty. Her far increased sensitivity in her Valkyr made that little pop send her right to the edge, and as she felt herself getting stuffed full of cock, she felt she was in for more than she bargained for. When the final bit of his dick pushed into her, she wiggled back against him, both to make him feel better, and to help herself out with loosening up to make the pounding she was hoping for easier on her.

As she felt him pull out, already moving far faster than when he’d pushed into her, she knew that was a smart decision. As drenched as she was, she could still feel every pull of his hips as his huge cock grinded its way out of her, and when just the head was left inside her, flaring out as the rest of it throbbed, he pushed right back in. It wasn’t quite a slam, but with how big he was, it felt just like it, as his gut-punching rod was rammed right back into her. Then he pulled back, still faster, and pushed right back in, and all the way, Kallen could feel herself pushed halfway past the edge, miniature stabs of pleasure going through her as she tried her damnedest not to make a noise, a task that only got harder as he sped up his pelvic motions. It was clear that he needed this, as by the time she’d finally found it in her to adjust to him, he was bucking his hips as fast as it seemed he could, sawing his cock in and out of her as their combined juices turned her pussy into a messy slurry of sticky fluids.

Then, she heard him say “Oh, shit…” behind her, and she almost got angry. Already, she thought, as she was so close to what she felt like was going to be a big one. A part of her felt proud that she and her Valkyr were so hot that this Rhino couldn’t last long with her, yet she still wanted him to hold out just a bit longer. For his part, he never stopped his hips, fucking her as fast as he had been in a clear need to reach his finish as well, and that enthusiasm did wonders for getting her closer. Then, with a final thrust of his hips and a hiss from his lips, he rammed all of his meat into her, compressing her ass with his weight as he came deep inside her, stuffing her full of his thick seed. She had to quiet a moan of her own, and though feeling him pump her pussy full of thick, sloppy lust felt amazing , it wasn’t enough to push her over. She wiggled against him, trying her hardest to get those last bits of pleasure out, but it just wasn’t enough to send her over. And as he began to pull out of her, she wanted to growl, but knew she couldn’t, and with no method to release even a bit of that anger welling she felt herself getting… hysterical.

Throwing her arms behind her, she casted her first ability, the sound of wires coming from her arms alerting her ‘partner for the night’. “Wait what-” Rhino said, as the Ripline and her tail suddenly wrapped around him, dragging him into Kallen as she bucked back against him, causing a sudden, cute sound to spill out of him as his sensitive cock pumped right back into her wanton pussy. She needed more, and she was going to get it, whether he was ready to or not. She squished her ass into his hips, using the little amount of space his closeness was allowing to thrust herself around his cock. He tried to pull away, but the Ripline around him held tight, and he had about as much luck with that as she did not too long ago, trying to break free from her Valkyr’s hold. And with barely a thought, as he realized just how trapped he was, he began to subconsciously thrust into her as well, moving and shaking his hips to fuck her in spite of just how raw his cock was so soon after cumming. With her desires made clear, she began to literally move them, backing herself, and thereby, him, into a wall, and letting her Ripline unwrap from around him. When he tried to push her off of him, she gripped his arms, and forced them down to grab her hips, all the while bouncing her hips back into him.

When he no longer tried to resist, she smiled in her mind, and dropped down, until much like in the video, she was bent over, her hands on the floor in front of her, and her claws digging into the steel tiling underneath her. Then, she rocked forward, able to hear her wet pussy slide along his massive mast, until just the thick head was all that was left inside her. Then, without a care for his sanity, she slammed back, stuffing herself full of his cock, twitching against her walls as he could do nothing but hold on for dear life as she began to use him like he had used her. The plaps of hard hips against wobbly booty echoed in the room, each rebound of her ass against his pelvis marking her territory in the rather sudden shift in control that had occurred. It took her a lot of effort to make no noise; she was sure she’d let out a few small moans, but if he heard them, he didn’t make mention of it. Perhaps he just couldn’t, and having all that horny Valkyr cake slamming back into him at increasingly rapid paces was taking everything to not simply go crazy himself. She didn’t know. She also didn’t care.

She could feel herself finally getting to that point she wanted so badly, a climax that would probably break her mind just a little bit once it finally hit her as hard as this womb-wrecker of a cock was plowing into her. She growled, throwing her hips back while Rhino was just along for the ride, trying his best, now, to thrust in time with her. That, unfortunately for him, annoyed her, as he was breaking her rhythm, and with a very hard slam back that hurt his pelvis, he quickly stopped that, instead setting his mind to rubbing his hands all over the ass that was currently turning his hips into paste. He squeezed, rubbed, spanked, and groped all over her, playing with the doughy cheeks in his hands like a man possessed, not sure if he wanted it to end soon, or keep going forever. But from how she was beginning to flutter around him, he knew the decision was being made for him. Kallen’s movements reached a peak, clapping and plapping against Rhino in a deafening crescendo, and with a suddenness that surprised even her, she bucked back, practically crushing him into the wall as she squeezed around his cock, and came.

The sudden extreme snugness around him sent him crashing into another finish of his own, dumping a smaller, yet still prodigious load into her that created a small bit of paunch in her tummy from the sheer volume of nut he was pouring into her. He squeezed her ass as hard as she was squeezing around him, his loud orgasm drowning out the sound of Kallen’s quieter, but still very audible climax. He slid down the wall, and with him, she followed, keeping their hips connected, and his cock as deep inside her as it could be, each thick inch of pulsing meat never once leaving her. When they both came down, he was breathing heavily, still spewing the spindliest spatters of spunk out by the time his hands finally fell off her ass.

“Do-” the high-pitched sound that came out was not the one that she’d first heard. He cleared his throat, not knowing that someone sapient had heard his voice crack, and continued soon after. “Do I have to pay you more for this…?” Kallen’s arm, now fallen out from under her, gave a small thumbs up back to him as it slowly wobbled into the air.

Sometime later, that same Valkyr would still be in the gas cities of Jupiter, able to be found wherever it decided to set up shop. Every so often, though, she’d act strangely, though no one, not even the Corpus who supposedly ‘owned’ her, were quite sure why.