Hysterical Fixation - Writer_Ordinaire - Warframe [Archive of Our Own] (2024)

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 tit* 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 tit* 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 org*sm 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 tit* 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, co*cking 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 tit* 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 puss* 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 puss* 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 puss*, 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 puss* 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 tit* 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 whor*, so loudly and throatily that she felt like she was crying, as she felt like she was being peppered with mini org*sms 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 co*cks, all manner of shapes, sizes, and colors coming out to view. The Sister laughed to herself, and Kallen felt her puss* drool with glee at the practical buffet of co*cks 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 co*cks 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 org*sm 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 tit* 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 co*ck who decided he wanted to use her tit*, 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 f*cked her titt*es with rougher and more aggressive thrusts, the tip of his co*ck 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 puss*, 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 org*sm. Even as he pulled out of her, thrusting his co*ck 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 f*ck her ass at the same time, while the third went to her front, grabbing her helmet and humping her face, pressing his musk-laden co*ck against her and forcing his horny stench into her brain. Her org*sm 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 co*ck 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 puss* 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 f*ckdrunk 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 f*cked 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.

“f*ck.”

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 puss* from squirting when it slid against her pants.