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The Orb Vallis's weather was tame today, leaving only a faint snow cover over the sleek and metallic structures peppering the lands, pit-stops for the invading Corpus so they could maintain their stranglehold on the valley.

It had never always been so. Centuries ago, the valley had been a project, along with many others, to turn Venus from a pyroclastic hell to a habitable planet. Coolant towers had been installed, the surface seeded with fungus. Ever since the project was left abandoned, the coolant towers had crumbled… Only for the plant life and the genetically modified species to thrive in a different ecosystem.

In which… The Corpus stood out.

Capitalists to a fault, they were out to exploit every resource the lush ecosystem could provide while keeping the inhabitants locked by debts and by arms. Well, that was to change. Or… This was the idea for the day.

“Any change, Vauban?" asked a voice through the comms, gruff and low, akin to a dragon's rumbling right. It had a slightly nosy tone; therefore, the pronunciation of Vauban was wrong. But the latter did not care much.

He remained lying on the snow, the Warframe's body slightly covered with the powdery snow while he was on the lookout, a sniper in his hands, ready to shoot.

“I told you for the third time, Chroma! If I see something, I will warn you!"

“But we are boreeeeeed," replied another voice, deep and low but without that deep accent; there were only notes of one with the way he rolled the R.

“Don't add anything more. I am busy. You have your thing to do. I have mine."

“There are no communications," continued Chroma, huffing in the comms.

“We checked every canal they used, even the encrypted ones; there's nothing," added the second voice, presently the one of the Warframe who sat right beside Vauban's laying form, ruining the cover.

Warframes… They were all humans, before. Some had been sentenced, some improved through Orokins requests. In the end, they had all been stripped of their identities until only remained their operational names. In that case, the massive Warframe, whose body looked like a plated brown armor with a little horn at the tip of the helmet was Rhino. Bulky, capable with weapons, but useless in infiltration if it didn't involve the saying: “It is infiltration if there is nobody alive to tell it."

On the other note, the Dragon-looking flashy-red Warframe spewing fire regularly was not a good choice either. They were two muscles, there to suddenly jump on the field if the mission was to go sideways.

But Vauban had planned everything, he had checked the paths, the convoys' direction, the backdoor in the remote return systems. Remained the explosives nestled in the cave, ready to be smuggled back to the Corpus' base before blowing it off.

“Hrmph… Fine. Ivara, anything on your side?" grumbled Vauban as he reached for his helmet. Again, everything that concerned technology was directly integrated within the Warframes' nervous systems. Even speaking was only their mind interacting with the onboard systems. So he shouldn't have to reach for his elongated golden helmet, looking like a tower, but he still did even decades after his conversion.

In return, statics sputtered on the lines before a sharp feminine voice answered, her pronunciation impeccable without any hint of accents.

“Nothing. But hearing Rhino and Chroma complaints is entertaining. It was such a good idea to take them, Vauban!"

Situated at another sniper's nest, Ivara was the one who hacked through the Corpus' systems to set up the backdoor and remained afar, ready to punch a fist-sized hole in whatever target that could appear. However… It was her idea to bring the two muscles on a mission they could have done alone.

“Haha. Keep me posted if anything goes wrong," grumbled the Warframe as he reached for his helmet, cutting mentally the connection as setting his communications to local broadcast so nobody could pick up what he said unless they were close.

“Fine. What will it take to keep you quiet?"

“Well, friend," started Chroma, his head popping in from the cave, minding his two horns, and turning his sensors towards their “boss". “We could learn more about your skills."

“Balls. He means he wants to learn more about your balls," added Rhino with a chuckle, going as far as reaching to smack Vauban's backside. Their armors, whether the coat Vauban wore or the plate covering Rhino's hand, clashed and rattled loudly. If Vauban still had a mouth and teeth, he would have gritted them both from the sound and the requests.

“Can you stop alerting the whole planet for three seconds?"

“Sorry! My bad!" continued Rhino, though he repeated the action and smacked Vauban's ass, though the hit was lesser, and so was the noise that followed.

“Idiots. It had to be this..."

Vauban groaned, though he felt like the biggest idiot of the three, as he stood up. He brushed the snow off his coat-like armor, even the ornamental golden plates over his torso and arms. He grabbed his sniper and made the sign for the two to get inside the cave.

“Let's do this, then. It'll calm you," he mumbled.

“Good! We will see our friend's mods!" joyfully replied Chroma as he led the way inside the comfy cave fitted with explosives on one side, a fire on another, and even, for the comfort Warframes didn't need, a camp bed.

“If I show them to you, will you keep quiet until we finish this mission?"

“We promise!" said Rhino, tagging along and directly going for the mattress to sit on the camp bed.

“Yes!" echoed Chroma, his mouth spewing a spark of fire, dangerously close to the explosives.

“Fine."

No, Vauban was not fine. But if the mission depended on the two idiots' discretion, this would be a little sacrifice. He knew about the rumors following him, about how he got himself illegal mods, which nearly destroyed the Helminth system, and how he mingled with a few other Warframes before he got clean. Still, the truth was he had grown bored and decided to refocus on working.

However, the rumors remained strong and now, he had two idiots whose sensors focused on him and blinked. All the while, he threw his rifle aside and started to peel off his armor's superficial layer. It was not like he stripped to the flesh underneath but rather removed the removable parts attached to his torso. One golden “broach" after another, he felt the armor coming loose, and so the codpiece between his legs, something he had changed for something far more imposing than people thought necessary.

But it was…

“If I get it off, you will help me put it back," Vauban started with a growl, removing the last broach serving as a lock and feeling he only had to grip the codpiece to remove it.

“Da!"

“Sure!"

Vauban was too deep in, and he saw how they played with their own codpieces. Assuredly, they were modded like him. It might have been a setup from Ivara to get them together. Still, he did not stop and, with one hand, removed the codpiece.

Instantly, everything was free and… He sighed.

When Vauban started with illegal mods, he went for the smaller ones adding more details. More ass, a small set of genitals, enough to join the fuckfest his friends hosted. But over time, he discovered himself a kink for bigger genitals, which was ironic since most of his gear looked like balls. But in the end, he went overboard. And as his genitals sprung free, he saw the idiots' sensors adjusting to the sight before them.

He was… Massively endowed. His testicles, by all account, couldn't be hidden by the codpiece he wore. Each testicle, artificial and able to produce gallons of fluids, was as big as a human's head. They weighed in his scrotum, pulling on the black artificial skin until its sheen made it look like latex. Along the raphe, the skin even took a slightly golden hue that showed the genitals' perfect integration into his system. A golden line that spread up to his cock. A cock whose main color was the same color as the testicles, black as night. Yet, along the underside, more golden growth, looking like his golden broaches, was proof everything was accepted by his body… The cocktip, bulbous and black, was already pointing up like a spear with some precum glimmering at the tip, from the firelight.

“Satisfied?" he asked, daring not to move his hips. Yet, as he did the smallest of movements, a sloshing sound, deafening, filled the cave.

For a moment, that sound was the only thing Vauban's sensors picked up until Rhino spoke up first.

“Damnit. I lost!"

“Da! Twenty platinum!" chuckled Chroma back as he leaned forward, his fiery breath brushing with Vauban's testicles without even wounding or scratching the latex-like surface. At best, it felt like someone had pressed a hot patch against the scrotum. One the two Warframes reached out, their grubby hands extending onward.

“Go on, have your fun," grumbled Vauban, crossing his arms as he allowed the two to be touchy-feely.

His scrotum was sensitive. Quite so, but less than before, when at a “typical" size. As their strong hands reached to touch the latex-like skin, he cut the communication for a moment to sigh and grunt all the same from the palms touching the skin; from the fingers pinching; from the pressure applied to his nuts. It had been… So long since he allowed himself to be naked with someone else, let alone a total stranger. But… it felt somewhat good as he had the two idiots to help him with his generous nutsack.

“Go on. Use your mouth," grunted Vauban as he looked down at them.

“Friend. You are so big," said Chroma through the comms as his mouth opened further. The flames from it were more intense, but nothing that hurt Vauban. Rather, it was pleasing to have his testicles warmed up in such a cold climate… And the split tongue coming from Chroma's mouth was quite agile as it danced on the Warframe's skin. It rolled and pressed onward, going over the left one since it was the closer. Surely, the dragon-like Warframe would sense the heat coming from inside, the churn as the fluids rolled, as well as the resistance from the artificial flesh under assault.

As for Rhino, it was with a glance Vauban confirmed his helmet had split open to reveal a toothy mouth, filled with jagged teeth and one tongue that looked more humane if not for its purple coloration. Even then, that tongue started to lick the skin and sample the composition. Plastics, carbonate composite, iron. It was no human flesh, but it was close to and enough to satisfy Vauban and for his skin to start producing a salty sweat pouring all over his genitals. With the fluids pumping inside his genitals and Chroma's help, they were getting warmer and so the salty liquid accumulated all over his groin… From the lower belly, exposed, to all over his uncut length he gripped with one hand… To his worshiped genitals.

And without stopping to lick, Rhino spoke: “How you got them so big? Is it true Nidus banned you from using the Helminth unsupervised?"

“I- Hrmphh!" grunted Vauban , instantly cutting the broadcast to let out a deep moan as his cock suddenly spurted. From its cocktip, from its urethra, a wave of white and steaming cum poured all over the length before dripping on the scrotum, the liquid duly licked by the attendants.

“Vauban?" asked Rhino, his sensors pointing up.

“Just… Give me," mumbled Vauban… Before he let out a groan as he remembered he had cut the communication. The instant after, he restored it. “Sorry. I was… Cumming. But yes… So… I got them from an illegal mod from Mars. A guy who's an expert at this, he said. He… Fucked the Helminth. So yes, I can't mod alone. And Nidus refused to help me reduce the weight. He told me that's my punishment."

“Sheesh," said Rhino, licking upward and leaving Chroma the two testicles so he could ascend to the cockbase, to the latex-skin folding at the base where sweat accumulated.

“How much cum is there?"

If Vauban still had eyes, he would have raised an eyebrow for a second before he shook his head in disbelief… Creating more sloshing sounds from inside as his body narrowly followed. Chroma pressed his fire-breathing mouth against the skin to suckle on it. It felt good, like a warm patch pressed there. Then somewhere else, when the mouth went to another spot.

“I can… Produce a lot. Orokins know I have filled that space," answered Vauban with a chuckle as he still held the codpiece in hand, watching the portal inside before he threw it aside. It was useless now and instead, he brought his hands to his cock's base, letting Rhino savor the skin while that mouth moved upward and closer to the glans. Along the way, he covered every gold integration with saliva, cleaning them up of the remaining precum and cum before he latched on the tip, licking it, even going as far as teasing the frenum.

“Your cum tastes good. How is that?" asked Rhino, his tongue still lapping the urethra.

“Hey. Don't hog it all, Rhino," added Chroma before the cock's owner could slip a word edgewise.

“You'll have your fill, idiots," grumbled Vauban as his hands went over his kit belt, feeling his pouches… All his gear was inside, and he could... “Hehe. Yes, you'll have your fill, you morons, for forcing me back there."

“Vauban?" asked Chroma, his eyes darting up before he saw one of Vauban's orb being flung at his face. The metallic ball instantly latched onto the faceplate, like magnetized, before golden snares flung out of it to wrap Chroma. Around the arms, below, legs, torso, head, muzzle. Everything was ensnared in a snap and the kneeling Warframe instantly dropped on his side, unable to move even one finger.

“Vauban! Are you crazy?" shouted the Warframe, his closed mouth still managing to spew a few sparks. And already, Rhino was about to stand up until he saw Vauban holding one of those grenades.

“What… What's the plan?"

“I prefer to have the control over the situation. You want your fill first, Rhino. Right?"

“… Right?"

A chuckle answered in the comms as another grenade, smaller, joined the second in the palm. Then a third, a fourth, each smaller than the former, while he rolled them between his fingers with an ungodly dexterity.

“Well. Get Chroma on his torso and present me his ass. I want a good view. If you're a good boy, I'll fill you first. Kubrow."

“Rhino! Release me!" shouted back the Dragon-like Warframe though the screams continued as he was rolled on his torso. Impotent and unable to free himself from the snares Vauban used, the best Chroma could do was to wiggle his legs and torso. But it only helped waving that tail-like flap covering his ass.

“Lift it up," ordered Vauban as his grenades started to shine and were linked in an order he devised.

Unlike the other two, he could not use his internal battery to power his muscles or weapons. However, he had gear. Grenades or orbs. Snaring, exploding, tracing, attracting, repulsive, you name it. Even some who could zap anything to death. Of course, he didn't plan to kill Chroma. But as he aligned them, one snare after one shock, he activated the snare to make them stick together while the shocking orbs were vibrating nicely. They even gave his fingers a nice twinge before it all slipped as he held the biggest orb in his palm. The rest dangled from his fingers like one of the old-times toys, Geisha balls they were called.

“He's ready," mumbled Rhino, having evidently removed the tail from Chroma's ass and therefore exposing the skin below. With the same consistency as latex, the ass and thighs were shown, rolling as Chroma attempted to clench his thighs. The muscles were tense, underlining the roundish cheeks that had been assuredly modded that way. No way a Warframe could get such an ass without visiting illegal marketplaces.

But it didn't matter as Vauban chuckled and leaned over, squatting and giving his nuts a firm squeeze against the cold ground… Enough for more cum to pour out from his urethra and onto the ground.

“I'll remember this, Rhino!"

“You'll remember this," butted in Vauban, snapping his fingers towards Rhino. “Go on, Kubrow. Lap it up."

“I'm not your Kubrow."

“Yes. And you'll call me master."

Rhino seemed to observe the situation; his sensors focused on Vauban's hands, the toy he held, then on the Warframe's genitals. Then, he bowed. He bowed, went on all fours, and like a good Kubrow, he started to lick the cum directly from the ground. And as Vauban kept lowering, pressuring on his backed-up testicles, the more poured out of his dick, spraying Rhino's helmet, mouth, back, and then the ground from which he drank the warm white liquid.

“Well… Where were we?" asked Vauban, turning towards Chroma as he put one hand on that firm ass and… Spread it apart with one thumb and a digit. He slipped them both into the crevice, prying the cheeks open. Between, the skin was warm but mainly dry. Not enough to bother Vauban, though, as he forced his index onward. He forced on the rim until a moan escaped from Chroma's system through the frequencies. The spot was warmer, way warmer, and softer when Vauban pressed his index further in… And forced his way into the sensitive orifice. A yelp.

“Vau-Ban!"

“Master Vauban," answered the incriminated man as he approached the makeshift Geisha balls to the office. Against the skin, the orbs were giving a nice buzz that elicited quivers and tremors in the sensitive glutes. Shocks… Enough to make the orifice spasm and for Vauban to chuckle through the comms.

“Master… Vauban," mumbled Chroma with a pleading tone, his rigid attitude way gone now that he was about to be taken. Maybe, if the snare were gone, he would take a run through the Orb Vallis out of fear. But Vauban didn't allow it. With one hand, he patted Rhino's helmet and then returned to that ass he kept spread. With the other hand, he pressed the smaller orb, no bigger than a bead, against the orifice. It was a snare so it didn't shock the rim directly, but the vibrations were enough for another whimper to come through.

Forcing on the modded hole, knowing how enduring and resistant the Warframes' inner workings were, Vauban pushed with more strength. He forced with his thumb, pushed the bead in and slipped one knuckle inside before he went to the second orb, bigger, and shocking. Even having it against his thumb was enough to make his hand tingle. But against the rim? Oh, the sphincter clenched and opened, unable to fixate.

More whimpers followed, Vauban noticed Chroma forcing on his bindings, trying to get out of the situation through strength. However, he could not. Vauban knew of every other Warframe's weakness and the snares were blocking the right angle without hurting Chroma, without activating his skills.

Therefore, the only result was for the Warframe to wiggle a bit more and for that shocking bead to rub against his orifice left and right. Was it good? Surely, from the weakening moans and sultry grumble through the comms.

It was then Vauban caught a peek of Rhino, whose mouth had stopped and whose sensors were all over Chroma. He seemed distraught, surprised… And he nearly jumped when Vauban pressed the second bead inside with a whole thumb. Right away, the dragon-like Warframe cried out loud. But no, there was no stopping as the third bead was forced inside within a second.

“Envious, little Kubrow?" asked Vauban, turning his sensors at Rhino. “You should drink before I run dry."

Rhino didn't answer. But he got the hint in the obvious lie and bowed down, taking another lap of the cum pool forming from Vauban's cock, an endless faucet. It had been a while since he allowed himself true release. This wasn't one, but it was close enough, and he was truly getting a kick out of this situation. Those two idiots were so desperate for him… They would lap his words like fluids.

“Slo-Slower!" cried Chroma through the comms.

In return, Vauban's head snapped back at him, and a fifth orb slipped inside. Oh, the shocks were enough to make the Warframe's fist clench. But impotent and ensnared? Chroma would remain a mere victim while Vauban fed more beads inside, one after another.

The tremors grew, the sphincter didn't move any longer. Rather, it remained put even when Vauban slipped another orb. And those were getting bigger. The fifth orb was already bigger than two fingers. And as he was at the seventh, it looked to be half a fist. And yet, the list was long. Very long… Extremely long for the poor submitting Warframe.

“Should I go slower, little Kubrow?"

“May-Be?" answered Rhino, without a stop in his slurping.

“If I slow down, it'll be long before I stuff you."

“… No?"

“Trai-TORHMPH!"

Chroma's expletive was stopped when Vauban pressed another shocking orb inside. One enough to be compared to four fingers. More than that, it was then he revealed a petty trick he had. All the orbs' intensity had been tuned down. But with a thought, Vauban could crank them up.

For a second, he increased the shocks' intensity to half the limit. For a second, the equivalent of multiple lightning strikes hit the Warframe's body. The legs and arms stretched outward, narrowly snapping the snare. But then, Chroma dropped to the ground, still. Still… Silent, huffing through the comms. And with something dripping from below. A puddle of fluids. One Vauban saw and chuckled, letting the two hear.

“I see you've been trying to steal my role, Chroma. You've got two fine balls, too. But you know I'm the expert at them," laughed Vauban. His hand no longer needed to keep the cheeks pried open, he descended it between the legs to get a grip of Chroma's modded cock, a human-looking and uncut dick that was only at half-mast. Even then, cum dripped from the tip as Vauban wrapped a firm hand beneath the flesh and used his thumb to caress where the frenum should have been. He stroked the spot, drew circles while heeding the little moans escaping Chroma's communicator.

“St-Stop."

“No, I won't," Vauban cooed while he forced another bead inside. One that was assuredly adding to the weight on Chroma's organs. If the Dragon had been a good egg, he would have gotten a prostate through mods. It was a hypothesis, but Vauban checked it by increasing the intensity of one bead in the middle, forcing it to deliver a shock against Chroma's orifice. And… Without skipping a beat, Chroma cried while his dick spasmed in the hand, blood rushing back to it… More cum spewed out.

Delight. Vauban was delighted to see this, and without waiting, he pressed the last few orbs inside, ignoring the poor Warframe's recrimination at having his hole stuffed so much it would bulge under his guts. It was not necessary to be concerned with those troubles, Vauban thought, while he pressed the last orb against the orifice. The final and the largest of all. Akin to a fist, he pushed it until it forced the pucker open. Until the rim opened to swallow it and… Left it there, right as the circumference peaked and assuredly tormented Chroma.

“Hmm, hmm. Perfectly snug. What do you think, Kubrow?" asked Vauban, releasing the cock to get a hold of Chroma's nuts. Big. But just enough to fit his palms once together, nothing more.

“It's… It's good," mumbled Rhino, observing how Chroma remained still and gargling on the ground, tar-like saliva dripping from his mouth.

“Indeed," confirmed Vauban as he snapped. Though his eyes were on Chroma, he heard Rhino take another lap. And could swear he winced when the shocking orbs woke up to deliver one brutal shock to Chroma's prostate before leaving him resting and groaning on the ground; his spewing flames reduced to little sparks. “Better."

Then, Vauban sensors darted to Rhino, towards the Warframe that had been on all fours and sensible during the whole preparation. If Vauban had a mouth, he would smile. But no… So, he extended a hand towards Rhino.

“Stand up and undo that codpiece. I want to see it all," ordered Vauban as he kept his half-squatting-half-kneeling posture. Even with all the pressure he had applied on the nuts, they were barely empty. No, in fact, it was as if they were fuller than before.

Excitation was a bitch, he knew it. Alas, he knew he would have a way to empty himself as he saw Rhino stand up and fiddle with his codpiece. The piece was pure steel, evidently crafted to conceal his private parts. It was like another horn, down there. And once Rhino's prying fingers undid the attaches hidden… Well, it dropped.

It dropped on the puddle of cum and stone, echoing within the cave as the dark-red organ, fleshy and veiny pointed up. It had a tapered tip, almost like a spear. However, it had a different texture. Snapping, Vauban ordered Rhino to come closer. And through one finger-touch, Vauban confirmed it.

“Original flesh?" he asked, amused while he gave a long, tender caress along the left side, watching the organ tremble underneath before shooting a sticky precum jet landing on Vauban's arm. The veins, the skin fold, the softness. It seemed so natural.

“As much as it was possible," mumbled Rhino back, joining his hands on his back to stay still during the inspection.

“Maybe I should convince Nidus to allow me to use the Helminth. Or get you more mods," pondered Vauban out loud, the free hand reaching for his faceplate as if he grabbed his chin. “You'd fare better with my help, you idiots."

“Vauban, you're not our-"

[I]Snap!

Bzzt!

[/I]“FU-uuck!"[I]

[/I]The three sounds followed so clearly, it made Rhino jump. in one instant, Vauban had delivered two-thirds of a full shock against Chroma's prostate, and the ensnared Warframe was pathetically rolling and writhing while another orgasm hit him. His breathing and moans were all background noises during the conversation and inspection.

The latter continued as Vauban descended his digits against Rhino's testicles, watching those orbs snug in a discreet brown scrotum, tight against the groin. Orbs he smacked. Almost no reaction.

“Not many nerves ending there," sighed Vauban as he lifted his eyes to Rhino, read that apprehensive body language… And huffed. “Backside."

To complete the order, Vauban lifted his index finger and twirled the tip to make Rhino get it. But the Warframe was proactive and his hands left his backside while he turned, presented his posterior to Vauban.

Along with lifting his tail, if that protrusion along his backside could be considered one.

“Hmmm."

“Is there a problem?" asked Rhino, apprehensive, while joining his arms before his groin… Probably to cover his genitals.

“No," answered Vauban, although he kept musing and sometimes snapping, ensuring Chroma's compliance through more shocks and a thorough milking.

For a moment, he remained still and thinking… Observing Rhino's ass. Clearly, it was not as meaty or tender as Chroma. The plates covered the “tail" as well as the cheeks' outer edges. However, through stroking them, he felt how flexible they were, opposed to what their appearance promised. The texture was rough, the chaffing probable. But it all had enough flexibility for Vauban to reach for those cheeks and spread them with his hands, tempting two thumbs between.

“I'm lubricated," suddenly blurted Rhino.

“Seriou-HRMPH!" tried to butt in Chroma, yet there was another shock.

“You got that one, too?" asked Vauban, though his curious and tactile fingers found it true when he rubbed his thumbs against Rhino's tensing rim and found it slightly damp. Fluids… Soft, with a slight viscosity, but perfect for easing penetration.

For easing a try as Vauban pressed further in, feeling the rim resist a second before giving in. Before the ring opened and started to close on the foreign invaders. Moans. From both idiots.

Vauban listened to the two, though Chroma's cries were more intense and interrupted by brutal inspirations, whereas Rhino's were discreet and short. Even then, his little tail appendage was shacking, almost wagging.

“Good Kubrow," praised Vauban, watching the appendage shaking more.

He chuckled. The tail stopped. And Rhino's helmet turned, twisted to face him.

“What's so funny?"

“Nothing. Come closer, hands on your helmet and not your dick," ordered Vauban, snapping his order and taking the opportunity to create a low-intensity shock starting from the end of the Geisha balls; one that was to ascend and reach closer to Chroma's prostate, one shock every two seconds. The growing intensity, the anticipation, it led to an increased breathing through the comms.

As for Rhino, well, he followed. He stumbled two steps backward, his posterior almost in the reach for Vauban's cock while his hands went behind his helmet, the fingers intertwined. Great.

“Let's work on you, good Kubrow. You must have been wanting this," cooed Vauban as he extended his fingers to reach for Rhino's waist. He touched it, stroked it, forced him to come closer. To step near until Vauban's cock was almost placed below that ass. His shaft, hard and drippy, was like a spear but so wide. Wider… Wider than Rhino must have probably taken, if he was a bottom.

If it was his first time, he was in for a good moment.

This time, Vauban stifled his laughter, gripped the waist harder, felt the plates slightly shifting while he guided Rhino down… Slowly.

“Be ready, Kubrow."

“I… Am," said Rhino, though he didn't sound ready at all. At most, he seemed frightened, and he swallowed his saliva in a very human-like manner.

Again, it amused Vauban as he pressed on the hips and felt his cockhead rubbing beneath the tail, against the cheeks, spreading them. The muscles resisted a bit, tried to close up on the cock despite the width spearheading them and spreading them.

But then, with a sharp breath, Rhino relaxed. His muscles relaxed and no longer tightened, his legs spread further, and his legs even brushed Vauban's cum-coated nuts. Enough for a jet to push through and hit the cheeks, covering them and adding to the naturally lubricated backside.

“h-Hot!"

Vauban shook his head at the remark. Hot, it would be when he pumped that Warframe full of cum. But for the moment, he kept a tight grip and guided Rhino until that posterior was perfectly aligned. With a mere thrust, Vauban sensed his cocktip brushing the rim, felt it tighten and close up. Probably, it was Rhino's first time.

“Let's break in that puppy," laughed Vauban, finally giving in to his mirthful and joyful anticipation, much to Rhino's despair as he puffed.

And then roared when Vauban used all the strength he had to tug Rhino down, impaling him on his shaft. More than a third was already in, and the poor Warframe was fighting against his bound fingers, flailing his elbows while his heels dug into the stone.

“A-HH! No-Not so fast!" Rhino managed to articulate mentally and broadcasting it so loud it was akin to a cry. A cry while his mouth spat saliva and his body writhed. Yet, there would be no internal damage. That, Vauban was certain as he moved his hips, giving a feel to the tight and warm orifice inside. The inner walls were without texturing, without the little brushes or feelers his partners had used to make the penetrations more enjoyable to Vauban.

Nevertheless, just the feel of having his dick squeezed inside a tight and needy hole was what he had been needing for so long. He gurgled in satisfaction, barely heeding Chroma's cries when the long-awaited shock hit his prostate again and elicited a loud ejaculation.

Vauban gurgled, smiled in petto. For a moment, he shut his visual sensors to catch what else remained. Under his fingers, the plates danced and lifted from the coiling muscles. But as he reached for Rhino's belly, he sensed how the flesh beneath had been stretched. So much so Vauban could feel his own cock inside, almost there with only one-third in.

Then came his nose as he smelled his fluids, his musk… Then Rhino's, the sweat beads reeking of fear and anticipation. Then, Chroma, whose fluids must have created their little pool beneath the ensnared dragon. The odor of combustion was long gone, meaning he had no energy to maintain his flames. Good.

“Good," repeated Vauban out loud, extending his neck and reactivating his visuals on the ceiling… And Rhino's still intermingled fingers behind his head.

“Very good," cooed Vauban as he adjusted his grip on Rhino's waist.

“Gi… Give me a moment," pleaded the latter.

“No."

A brutal No. Vauban tugged on the waist and forced his cock further inside. He sensed how the muscles tried to resist, how the intermingling of organs and muscles offered a hint of resistance yet gave in as more than half of his shaft slipped in. With it, there was a tremor and sudden clenching, brutal, a tad painful, enough to strangle the cock for half a second… And for it to stop as Rhino's gasps turned into deep mewlings.

A hand moved away from the sides and forward; Vauban found the source of such cries. Under his hand, he found Rhino's throbbing and erect cock, pulsating with energy and life. And without having even masturbated, the Warframe came free. His cum, sticky and white, spewed like a jet on the stone and snow. Reacting to the small amount and the cold air, the fluid instantly steamed and released volutes in front of the two as it curdled.

But by then, as Vauban's cock remained hard-pressed against Rhino's prostate, more cum followed and added to the wide white strokes.

“You have been needy," commented Vauban, slipping his hand around Rhino's cock, near the base. There, he held it between his thumb and index. It wasn't a forceful grip, but just enough to steady the shaft as it kept trembling and spewing.

Needy. Rhino must have been needy. But so was Vauban. He had been needy and it was now he fully understood it as he relished the contractions, the warmth, someone else's body pressing against his. He sighed in delight, grumbled… And allowed his own prostate to contract, pushing out more cum inside Rhino, outpacing the two idiots in volume.

He sighed, feeling the warm fluid leave his insides only to accumulate back in… And for him to contract, again… Again. It was a release, a constant one, dribbles of satisfactions he savored while holding dearly to Rhino's waist with one hand.

“Hrmph. Your hole is so good, little Kubrow," moaned Vauban, pressing his helmet against Rhino's back. With his other hand, he rewarded his partner by pumping the shaft out.

“Glad to h-EAR!" answered Rhino, instantly overtaken by the pumping motion as the shaft was squeezed, and Vauban tried to push out all the cum that might have remained inside.

“But it could be better," retorted Vauban.

He retorted by releasing the shaft and bringing his cum-coated fingers, reeking of sweat and precum, right to Rhino's agape mouth, right to that flicking tongue. He guided Rhino to give it a lick, to sample his own fluids while Vauban wrapped his arm around Rhino's swollen lower belly.

“How does it taste?"

“Not… so g-ood."

“Mine is better?"

“Ye-yes," sputtered Rhino, his communicator sending white noises along with his groans.

“I'll show you the best mods for this. Or I can leave it all for you. The little Kubrow wants his milk?"

The mocking tone was completed by a laughing fit as Vauban turned his head towards Chroma. Still ensnared, still attached, the dragon-like Warframe was pathetic and sprawling now. A far cry from his outrage just before. His broadcast had dimmed to a faint breathing noise, though he did not need to do so.

Nonetheless, Vauban appreciated the sight while he removed his cleaned and saliva-coated fingers from Rhino's mouth, liberating his digits from the swirling and strangling tongue with a little moan. That cum wasn't tasting so bad if the tongue had been so eager to hold the fingers in… Maybe he had lied, or maybe Rhino was a slut in his early hours.

Both options were good, both options had to be rewarded.

And as Vauban eased with his prostate contraction, stopping his cumshots as if he was going blank, he lowered the hand to the waist. There… Arm and hand were positioned and he huffed.

“Let's do it. I want you to be my cockwarmer for a while," chuckled Vauban.

Nothing but a whine.

“Good Kubrow."

With a deep growl, Vauban then tugged Rhino down one last time. One last brutal time as the cockhead dug deep and without a break. Underneath Vauban's arm, the flesh stretched and the flexible plates followed. From Rhino's slim figure, there was nothing left. The facsimile of abdominal muscles was outstretched, delineating the cock's shape from below. And as Vauban fed more and more, the change followed upward. Up until it disappeared near breast level. A human could never endure that; it would be suicidal, impossible.

Again… Not Warframes.

From the huffs and mewlings, Rhino was uncomfortable, and his fingers twitched behind his head. But he was in no danger of dying or anything like that. His internal parts were merely readjusted, forced to do so. And yet, this was only the beginning.

“Fingers on your belly, I want you to feel it," ordered Vauban with a snap. This time, however, he delivered only the faintest shock to Chroma's inner walls, just one around his rim so it would clench. “You can watch it, too, Chroma."

“Wh-What?" answered the dragon-like Warframe, his stuttering and slurring indicating his poor state. Lucky him, his cumming had stopped. “Rh… ino?"

Rhino had lowered his hands and started to feel his belly. Beneath the fingers, there was the tumescence caused by Vauban. His palpations were felt, his timid exploration was appreciated, his tender caresses loved. Cutting the comms, Vauban sighed and moaned, delighted to be taken care of for once.

“I'm… So… Full," groaned Rhino, his voice betraying his pain.

“You look… Pregnant," added Chroma, his sensors right onto Rhino.

“But this is not the end," continued Vauban.

The two idiots gasped through the comms, and their mouths opened. But already had Vauban resumed his prostate contraction, and a deep rumble answered the gasps. His neck extended, his helmet faced the ceiling… And cum, thick, dense, sticky cum spewed from his dick like a constant flow. The only limit there was the urethra's size, but even then, it was… Such an intense flow.

And an intense release for Vauban, whose body had been assuredly needed this.

He came, continuously, though it was closer to taking a leak compared to his memories of old. He contracted his prostate, feeling the satisfaction of the weight slowly releasing.

More than three months? Maybe even more? It had been so long since he had found someone to share a moment with. Humans? Unless augmented, it was a dead sentence. With hands or mouths, it wasn't as pleasing. Remained the aberrations and such but he strayed for them.

So… No, there was only the option of using a prime ass, one he patted with a cocky attitude, feeling the muscles contract under the touch and for his cock to be so tenderly squeezed as he allowed himself this respite.

“It… is warm," managed to sputter Rhino, surely recovering from his orgasms.

“Yes. And if you're a good Kubrow, you'll stay full and warm until we get home," answered Vauban, passing a hand behind his golden helmet, scratching his sore neck while his arm shifted. There was no point in anchoring Rhino, plus it was more enjoyable to stroke his belly, to feel his own stiff cock below and how the cum beneath started to accumulate, bloating those abs and forcing the plates to bend.

Already was the surface getting rounder, and a quick push showed how much padding had started to accumulate. A padding Vauban rubbed, touched, stroked… And in doing so, stroked himself through.

Rhino's inner walls were sensitive, clenching weakly and attempting to push back against the invader that stretched and abused them. But it only managed to push the cum down to Vauban's groin, dripping from the ruining hole, and massaging his tip whose sensations were heightened by months of chastity.

“Hrmphhh… You're so tight, Kubrow." huffed Vauban through the communications without employing any tone indicating his disappointment or frustration. Rather, it was his enjoyment as he kept stroking that belly. Cum churned within, warmer and warmer. Soon, the flesh could no longer keep its shape and everything would expand until… Well, Rhino looked round and bloated, tumescent. Only a moment.

“Urgh. S-Stop," gargled Rhino, his body leaning against Vauban, who had to endure the added weight on his legs. He adjusted his posture, widened his stance until he looked like some fighters of old. And he had Rhino pressing against him, impaled and stopped by the cock's sheer volume and the testicles.

All serving as a support for Rhino despite his weight that could be compared to a little tank, proving how enduring was that part of Vauban's anatomy.

“Should I?"

“P-Please?" mumbled Rhino back, suddenly coughing in comms and in action though, again, he had no need to breathe.

“Someone has linked his new mouth to his hole to eat normal food, did you?" asked Vauban, poking Rhino's guts. Sometimes, Warframes did this to remember their former lives or to have a semblance of normalcy among their clients or those they protected. But it meant something that brought a profound satisfaction to Vauban. A realization confirmed by a nod.

“Please. I… Am so full," moaned Rhino, hiccuping now as his plates were pried and reshaped. The sound of fleshsteel rubbing against fleshsteel was painful to hear, but the Warframe's body adjusted while the abdominal muscles disappeared and were replaced by such a round and wondrous gut. Plus, at the gut distended, it made it easier for Vauban to shake his hips, brush Rhino's passageways… And to pump more cum. So… He sighed, thrusting forward as he released another load inside, and another. And another.

“You are not full. Not yet, little Kubrow. You will be full when you taste my cum from the other side," chuckled Vauban, patting the belly and sending shivers through Rhino.

However, it seemed to please the idiot.

Not that he voiced it out, it seemed Rhino was a bit too ashamed to say it out loud in front of Chroma. Or to admit it to Vauban.

But his little tail, the appendage above his ass? Oh, it moved. It was almost wagging with a renewed intensity as it stabbed and poked Vauban's sensitive groin. It even, sometimes, disrupted the Warframe's regulated and controlled contractions. As Vauban released the pressure to allow more fluids in, drawing from the endless bank that was his modified genitals, Rhino's tail somewhat pushed at the right angle so that a weak shot was sent through.

But it didn't stop the pumping, the pushing, the satisfaction.

“Still not tasting it?" asked Vauban, rubbing the belly. Already Rhino was getting such a lovebump it protruded and would shift his balance. It was almost as big as three canon charges stuffed together, like an eight-month pregnant woman. It was wondrous to see, to stroke, and to hear the Warframe squirm without giving any resistance.

“N-No."

“Shame. I have to fill you more," groaned Vauban as he felt the cum dripping from the rim onto his genitals. The poor orifice was barely keeping all that pressure in. When pulling out, Vauban was sure to make a mess out of this. But he tried to control. Cutting his comms, he inhaled, exhaled… And focused.

Draw in. Out. Draw in. Out. Draw in. Out. His prostate was akin to a muscle at that point, one he controlled to perfection as he felt the churning in his nuts somewhat lower. Just a tad. But the extremely concentrated semen kept pouring and rising through the artificial pumps. A well-oiled machinery set to flood someone's guts or repaint them. It had been a somewhat odd request, or multiple odd requests Vauban had paid dearly when the modding mix had overloaded the Helminth. Even then, even after being repaired, some Warframes were afflicted by one of the mods, whether the overproduction, the increased size, or the finely-tuned nervous ends. Whenever it happened, he heard of it from Nidus.

It was good, at this moment… For himself. As he started to set up a pace that was… Brutal. And more fluids were pumped out, more and more cum joined the oversized cumtank that would be Rhino's guts. And as he did, the huffs from the poor Warframe grew so loud, so intense, so bestial. By the end… As another shot hit Rhino, he roared… And his roar was silenced by a gargling.

A second, and the gargle continued, with more spits and weakly swaying from the armored Warframe.

“I… I can taste it, Vauban. It's…. Done!" cried Rhino through the comms.

“Let's fill you more, then," chuckled Vauban as his hands went back on the Warframe waist.

“Wait-… I'm… I can't take more!" cried the Warframe through the comms while that mouth kept spitting white cum on the ground.

“Yes. Now, clench and keep tight, or you'll be like Chroma," ordered Vauban as he started to pull… Up.

His arms pushed on the waist, dug into the stretched sides to lift Rhino. And lifted off the ground Rhino was, his feet halfway kicking while the organ slipped out. Slowly, steadily… It eased the pressure on the clenching rim… Only for more to pile up as soon as Vauban stopped the progress and… Released more. More shots.

“What… Are you… Doing?" moaned Rhino while stopped, unable or probably unwilling to move more. Even when Vauban narrowly dropped and managed to grab his knees to lift him so. For a second, it was almost as if the cock would slip right back inside and stretch him to the limit. But no… Not as Vauban lifted Rhino more and more… A third, half, two-thirds, the length was almost out.

By the end, there was only the tip surrounded by a flood of cum, swarmed, drenched, as Rhino barely managed to keep his hole tight. At that point, at that moment, Vauban thought about continuing to fill the Warframe. But no… He shook his head. He would have to train Rhino to do so, he would have to get him mods to fix that weak sphincter.

“Fine. Take a rest, Kubrow," grunted Vauban through the comms as he hefted the idiot, pulled out entirely as the rim gave out, and a torrent dropped from it. A torrent that continued even as Vauban threw Rhino on the mattress. Cum and precum flew from Rhino, from his ruined orifice, as it drenched the stone ground and the fabric. Moans followed from the comms, and as the plated Warframe ended on the back, his swollen belly remained… Slightly smaller, but enough to protrude and show he had been stuffed, filled… Marked.

Marked as Vauban approached, his stiff cock pointing forward and releasing more onto the broken Warframe, drenching in white the brown plates, even that frothing mouth.

“S-Stop," moaned Rhino, trembling and clenching his guts… Even squeezing his belly, despite the pain, to allow more cum to pour out.

“I am not filling you. But you must keep it in," groaned Vauban as he reached for his belt. Much like everything down his torso, legs and feet comprised, Vauban was coated with fluids. But it didn't stop his adroit fingers from pulling an orb from his belt.

“D-Don't attach me! I! I will stop the flow!" squirmed Rhino, attempting to clench his hole before Vauban. His hands released and the flow turned into a trickle. But already so much had been wasted.

“I won't," confirmed Vauban. For a moment, there was a moan and a sigh from Rhino… Before a flicked orb flew towards Rhino's hole.

For a second, everything came to a stop. The sigh, the fluids, Rhino's movements. And then… There was a painful gasp as the poor Warframe tried to roll and bend, to reach between his legs. Yet, there was no point. Vauban chuckled through the comms as he turned away from Rhino, right to… Chroma.

Chroma whose sensors had been on the two all that time.

“You have been awfully silent, Chroma. You have learned your lesson?"

There was a silence, the snares were still there though Vauban inspected them. He reached for one strand and pulled on it, then released it until it produced a little ting against the Warframe's skin.

Finally, the accented voice spoke.

“Yes."

“Good Kubrow," cooed Vauban as he patted Chroma's plump backside and reached for that hole. With his cum covered hands, he was already coating Chroma's crevice with fluids as he plunged his fingers against the rim… It was tense, but through some wiggling, Vauban slipped one… Then two… Then, three fingers plus the orb that had been keeping everything stuck at the threshold.

“What… What is happening to Rhino?" mumbled Chroma, his sensors still towards the writhing Rhino.

“An expanded orb. It's stretching his asshole to the limit to keep everything in. A little gift you may enjoy if you don't control your muscles."

And through the threat, it seemed Chroma's rim eased off. Enough for a fourth finger to slip inside to grab hold of the orb he pulled.

One orb. Two. Three. Four.

As they were pulled, the strings joining them dissipated and the orbs rolled on the stone and cum alike, whether against Vauban's legs or between Chroma's.

They rolled and stumbled, but in the end, the weight that had been pressing inside the hole disappeared… And as the last one slipped out, thrown aside by its owner who sneered through the comms, the textured hole was revealed.

“You know what you must do," ordered Vauban as he returned two digits inside the hole. He rubbed the rim, let them dance along the wrinkled surface until a grunt escaped Chroma and the rim closed. Closed enough to tightly suck on the fingers, to hold them stuck there.

“Release," ordered Vauban, satisfied with the vice grip the hole offered. Then, he removed one finger. “Close."

The hole closed onto the one finger. The pressure was weaker, but again… Enough to satisfy him.

“Release," he ordered again. Before he put three fingers in. “Close."

No. Chroma's hole was under control. He would not need any mods for that one, and as the rim managed to open and close on nothing, on four, even five fingers, Vauban chuckled in pleasure.

He brushed his legs, removing the mix of fluids and dust on them before he stepped closer on his adorned knees. His “boots" scrapped the ground while he advanced, while his body was inching closer and… His cock smacked against Chroma's meaty buns.

The smack echoed against the Cave's walls, drowned by Rhino's distant moans and Chroma's heaving breaths. He had not recovered from the geisha balls, not yet.

“Afraid?" asked Vauban, laughing while he gripped his cock, smacking it against the left cheek repeatedly.

“Be… Gentle," whispered Chroma, his toes curling in anticipation and fear.

“I am gentle. You can endure more than what you think, idiots," laughed Vauban as he gave that ass another firm smack before he slipped in between the buns and pressed the fat tip against the tight orifice.

“Release."

An order and the hole opened. Opened to its limit as the fat cockhead pressed against the wrinkled rim and… Forced on it. Vauban forced, grumbled, but then the hole gave in. It gave in and allowed the Warframe to slide inside, to explore and enjoy the textured inside. It wasn't the fanciest or best hole in the solar system. But it felt good to feel the slight tug from the rough surface gripping his foreskin, teasing the head, stroking the veins and gold adornments.

“Hrmphh. Now, I am sure," chuckled Vauban as he pushed deeper within that hole, feeling it stroking his length lovingly while he clenched his prostate, lubricating the path ahead. “You came here knowing I would do this to you, Kubrows."

The silence that followed was pretty much a giveaway. But by thrusting and giving Chroma's prostate a tender lovetap, the Warframe cried in the comms.

“Fu-Fuck!"

“You knew I would attach you and fuck you like pets. But you bothered me, and pushed my buttons until came the punishment."

“True," moaned Chroma, still bound like a sausage, and his voice quivering from the slightest of progression.

A progression that halted near the half… Practically the half of it was inside, but not more.

“Is this what you want? To learn how to be a good submissive slut for me? I hook you with some merchants who can sell you the best mods around? Get fucked by Master all day?"

“Yes," moaned Chroma… lowly. So low it had been hard to pick it up.

“I haven't heard," grumbled Vauban, spanking that ass firm.

“YES!" cried Chroma through his comms, a spark escaping his mouth. He still had some energy left.

“Nobody has heard it! Say it on the Global comms! Say it!" shouted Vauban, getting a kick out of the situation as he delivered another slew of smacks on that firm ass.

For a moment, Vauban expected Chroma to back out. He was ready to hear the Warframe's negative answer and offer him another deal, less brutal. Just something to entice him and make him more compliant in the future.

But he did not expect the sudden crash of data against his sensors, unfiltered and broadcast with a familiar encryption. Vauban tuned on the right frequency instantly to be welcomed by a slew of laughs and jeers.

“He hasn't said he would go cold sawgaw?" asked a feminine voice.

“Another one in the degenerate lots!" laughed another, masculine, yet with curd words.

“Wrong communication channel, Chroma!" another masculine, familiar. Hydroid?

“Where can I join?" added another voice, Khora. No way in this freezing hell he would admit that crazy cat lady.

With a feigned cough, both in words and action, Vauban turned off the Global frequency. He could handle this later. Rather, he had something else on his plate. A needy Chroma who had, by all accounts, accepted his duty.

“You're a good Kubrow," nodded Vauban as he watched Chroma's cheeks, groped them, massaged them, kneaded them like dough.

And as he did that… Vauban began to fill him again. Under his control, his prostate pushed more fluid than before… This time, he didn't start slow to fill. Instead, he went at full throttle. As his hips dug deeper, his legs shifting their posture until his cock plunged deeper with his balls as levier. Deeper, deeper, deeper. The shaft went in and followed the semen Vauban pumped. Below, the poor Chroma moaned and grunted. That belly would take more time to be stuffed than Rhino's but Vauban… oh. Vauban was not empty by any means. He could push and push, and push…

And soon, he would make sure Chroma moaned no different than Rhino with his belly stuffed and round, with his abdominal muscles crushed, his ass gaped.

It was no longer a matter of finding pleasure or an orgasm, but the delight of dominating, of enforcing his will on the two idiots. And… he relished the moments.

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“Hrmphh. It would have been easier with you two helping, you know?" growled Vauban as he fumbled with his codpiece, fighting to fit everything inside the expanded space without nicking his scrotum. Well, it would never happen since his skin was like an armor. Even then, it hurt when the cold metal bit his skin as he slipped his balls inside the piece at the wrong angle. Alas, his entire package was to return to the void and the slight tickling from getting his pieces stuck between two worlds would remain…

There was no point in crying over it as he locked the codpiece and started to add the broach pining, securing his coat and armor over his body.

“Fun time is over, Kubrows. From what the scanner says, the convoy should be there. Get ready," he growled through the comms, turning to see the mess that was the two other Warframes. Maybe he went overboard with them, but as Rhino and Chroma were lying in a puddle of cum and precum, they looked… Repainted. And they reeked more than an infestation outcrop on Earth.

They would definitely bear Vauban's smell for the reminder of the run towards their Orbiters, but for the moment… It would have to be so.

He watched the plates sticky with white fluids, the limbs twitching… Especially the legs. He saw the bellies held and rubbing against the ground, messing with the Warframe's delicate balance. And he smiled, a bit proud of his work. They did not answer, they did not voice anything but low grunts while they tried to use whatever explosive's case or rocks to get up with much vocalization.

Of the two, Chroma was the best-looking. His pelt and armor were painted, true, but his belly wasn't so heavy he had to use both hands to bolster it. And his ass wasn't leaking like a faucet. His cock had gone soft after the third round, but it was still twitching from time to time.

Rhino? Well, he had to carefully watch his steps and adjust. His groans were the loudest and his ass… The suction noises coming from it were telling of the cum that kept pouring from it.

It was impossible not to ignore it, but Vauban feigned ignorance and checked his attire. His golden helmet was covered. His coat was dirty, too. And he was surely missing one of the securing broaches, but he wouldn't try to fish it in the semen pooling in the cave. So, he would have the top left missing. It was fine, and adjusting his collar, he advanced.

“Let's get to work, or Ivara will think we're late."

“You're late, Vauban. I already have the convoy under control," started a voice. Not through the Global frequency nor the squad-designated frequency: local broadcast. He turned and looked outside, watching the huntress looking back at him with her cyclopean sensor in the middle of her head. Her tattered clothes were not hiding the bow she kept while sitting on a rock, extending a hand towards the convoy down below, waiting for them.

Such a bad situation, and Vauban coughed, grumbled.

“Thank… you for handling this. You can leave and let me handle the explosives. I will be done in a few," said Vauban, turning tail but freezing when Ivara laughed, a cruel laugh.

“Yes. It's not like our muscles can be of help. You made sure of it," she said as her steps crushed the snow cover. She passed by Vauban and raised her head, the mushroom-like hat narrowly hitting the passage before she whistled.

“I-" started Vauban.

“Hello boys, you've had your fun while mom did all the work?" she mocked, talking to Rhino and Chroma, who were painfully trying to stand up.

“Da."

“Yes. Urgh, I'm regretting this already."

“Good. Vauban, let's do this while they get back on their feet," snapped Ivara, making sign to Vauban to follow.

“Urgh. Are you not angry at us?" groaned Vauban, reaching for one crate he lifted, joined by the huntress, who did the same, before they left the cave.

“Me? Angry? Oh no."

“Even for not doing our part? It was my job to get the convoy down."

“You already repaid me amply, this is fine."

“… Amply?" asked Vauban, following the path before throwing the crate into the vehicle's trunk. Then, he leaned against it, watching Ivara install her crate with more care.

“Amply. If I were you, I would double-check the security of my sensors. You boys keep playing, and it is up to me to do everything… So, I already sold the recordings. It's only fair."

If Vauban still had eyes, he would have blinked. The closer of it was his sensors freezing for a second as he watched Ivara stepping away and leaving him by the convoy.

“You-"

“After Chroma shouted a second time on the global frequencies with Rhino. You boys, always so loud. But it's fine. I was here to ensure everything worked out."

“You planned this," groaned Vauban, taping his helmet while switching to squad frequencies so he could talk despite the distance, a change of frequency Ivara followed.

“I facilitated your meetings, and do not feign you did not like it."

“Hrmph. You should have warned me."

“Of course. So… If you want to have a run on Mars to get your Kubrows new toys, could you… Shake them up? We're late on our schedule."

Atop of that, Vauban heard Ivara's laugh and grin. She was, too, getting a kick out of the situation. He was concerned she might sell more than mere footage to the highest bidder. But at least, she was willing to help and cover for them.

“I'm on it," answered Vauban with a snap.

And in the distance, a twinned yowling echoed as two Warframes would find the shocking orbs stuffed in their asses working double-shift.