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The launching chamber housing his form lurched as his Orbiter docked, and the vertigo of the turnstile mechanism spinning him outwards to face the world passed as his feet planted themselves squarely onto solid metal deck plating. Or at least they normally would have had he been piloting a Warframe he was acclimated to.

Mesa’s limber heeled feet were still giving him some trouble and the otherwise mundane activity was botched completely as he stumbled, catching his balance on shaky lithe legs. Thankfully to his knowledge Warframes couldn’t blush. That had been somewhat embarrassing even if none were around to witness it.

After reasserting himself over gravity and balance Mesa’s limber legs walked outstretched with a now reassured confidence to them, followed by the swaying of her generous hips. He’d picked the Orcus Relay due to its remoteness on the edge of the solar system. Most Tenno tended to stick to relays in the inner system, but even still he crossed paths with others of his kin alongside the standard human stock who called this relay home.

Although most payed him no mind, he still felt as if all eyes fell to him as the craftsmanship of the Warframe he piloted made it impossible for her hips not to gyrate and the supple sculpted shape of her ass not to jiggle with the slightest hint of movement.

As time had passed since his reawakening, some of the mysteries left behind by those long dead Orokin masters revealed themselves in moments of discovery and clarity. While he was the product of an advanced civilization that dwarfed anything alive today, he had found that the golden veneer of esteem it had once carried to him had long since been peeled away to expose the corrupted core lying below.

In power there was corruption. In elegance and esteem there was an ugly brutality. In the science and art and sublime craftsmanship, there was something quietly perverse. His discovery, passed along from a friend could only reinforce these truths. The body he commandeered was built for war and destruction, but beneath that it was tailored for lust and pleasure.

One would think that perhaps the two would not go hand in hand. A warrior needed focus on the battlefield. How could a body that ached for something so carnal offer efficiency in war? And then perhaps he knew. Pleasure was as instinctual as fighting on any battleground. It made sense then, if he considered the corrupted nature of those he long ago called masters.

As he traveled along the station’s docking platform in silence he pondered a strange new vision. Every Warframe he’d ever seen or come across had these hidden capabilities. Visions of all of these ornate constructs, these puppet bodies who were slaves to the mind they needed to control them visited him. They were all entwined into an endless number of carnal positions and acts, and for a brief moment, a vision flashed of the very Warframe he now piloted. The black synthetic flesh of her ass spread wide as she took two into the same hole.

He blinked. Thinking about it was already clouding his thoughts with lust. He’d already used it before. His hands practically sunk into that highly malleable synthetic flesh as he hilted into her tight hole, the ring gripping him hungrily with a seal that let nothing escape.

The transference feedback loop had been astounding. At once he had felt the real sensation of his own body’s lust and pleasure as he mounted and fucked Mesa like some rabid animal, and the simultaneous sensation of her body, of her tight hole being spread and the seeping warmth of multiple orgasms flooding into her belly.

He staggered momentarily at the first checkpoint to the Relay, the intoxication of the memory still rich in his mind. He’d spent a long while experimenting with Mesa indeed. But he was here for a reason after all. With renewed focus he pushed past the first checkpoint as he was greeted by human security.

It was a struggle for him. Mesa was responding to his own distant arousal, nipples hardening under the cloth that suffocated her breasts. In his own chamber back on the Orbiter, he had since discarded most of his jumpsuit some time ago. His body was naked and exposed and as the traveling eyes of the guards wandered as they greeted him, it felt like Mesa was naked too, baring herself as an offering.

Her supple curves sculpted to perfection like all Warframes were on display. Her body hungered to be used. He shook his head. Focus now. He was here for a purpose. He just needed to make it a little farther to the main hub of the station. He should finish his business here first, he agreed to himself silently. There would be time later to partake in Mesa.

With unclouded resolve Mesa’s head nodded in stern acknowledgement to the security checkpoint guards as she passed them by. Although perhaps if their eyes wandered to the right place, they might find what appeared to be something slick coating her inner thighs.

Not to be, as she passed along with limber struts, hips asway with an endearing confidence that mirrored her creation as the perfection of gunslingers.

He passed by more Tenno as he made his way through the Relay, groups of them looking to perhaps trade or commune, or purchase something of interest from some of the others here at the station. But trading wasn’t the goal today as he made for a quieter section to the hub. After all it wasn’t him who had learned the secret built in parameters to the Warframes. And he supposed his friend wasn’t either. But he had done him the service of passing it along.

As he approached the observation deck’s doors, he really wasn’t sure what he could trade or offer in return. Really, whatever gift he could give seemed paltry at this point. The doors slid open to reveal a large spacious room that emphasized the curved window inside of it, baring the cold exterior of space beyond.

Sure enough, there were no other Tenno around save for one. The observation deck had a system map in the middle of it and was intended for travelers or other Tenno to plot travel routes. Although these days it was seldom used as the Grineer and Corpus blockades clamped down onto the system, strangling it. Nine ghostly planets hung suspended in the air, a perfect reconstruction of the Sol system, right down to the moons and other bodies that inhabited it.

His friend shifted as he entered the room, body posture easily recognizable despite the fact that he was using a different frame today. His friend had always been somewhat mischievous, so the Warframe known as Loki had always been his staple calling card.

It was extremely off putting seeing what was normally a lighter held stance and the clear agility his friend carried himself with emphasized onto the bulky frame of the tankish Rhino. Although apparently it was as funny for his friend to see him strutting around with a womanly gait. Warframes couldn’t talk but he recognized the body language immediately.

He gave a thumbs up in confirmation that everything had worked perfectly, bowing politely in thanks. And still he wasn’t quite used to the weight distribution. Mesa’s breasts hung low as he bowed despite the suffocating cloth wrap that snugly contained them, sending him lurching forwards on those hard to learn heeled feet.

With an agility that outmatched his own, his friend made way to catch him. But unfamiliar with the bulk of Rhino, he too stumbled and failed the otherwise easy task, falling over backwards. Mesa’s smaller frame posed no threat as he fell over top of his fallen friend, laughing.

His friend shrugged momentarily before pausing. Likewise his own laughter subsided as he became aware of the foreign body Mesa rested against. Still aroused from earlier, the contact had only ignited things once more. And to his quickly growing suspicion, it had the same effect on the Warframe below him.

Something prodded near Mesa’s thighs that hadn’t been there before. He shifted, leaning back to catch sight of the intrusion. His native vocal cords could only mouth a “damn” as he stared at the perverse girth of the synthetic organ now rising between Mesa’s thighs.

It seemed like the Orokin sculptors thought that Rhino should perhaps embody the meaning of bulk in every sense. His mind fired off a volley of conclusions in a matter of seconds as the onset of lust began returning to the corners of his mind. He knew exactly how he could properly repay his friend. Mesa felt the lust eroding at the corners of his mind and responded further, hitting him with double the impulses through the transference signal, helping to cave any thoughts that might not have entertained the idea.

Fire bloomed between her thighs and her body had that feeling to it again. It wanted to be used. Not just piloted and controlled by him as an Operator, but it longed for something much more carnal. He’d never felt feedback of that magnitude before and it easily shattered his composure.

Mesa’s folds were already practically drenched. No amount of cloth wrapped over her chest could stifle the signs of arousal. No words could be exchanged and yet there was an awkward moment of silence between the two lying on the floor. The Warframe’s girth below Mesa brushed against her folds, sending shivers down her body and sparking shivers down his own.

Was he really going to do this? Right here in the Relay? With his friend no less? It was one thing to experience such a pleasure in privacy, but with another involved? That just felt to him like…..intoxicating? Bliss? He shook his head. That was the lust emanating from Mesa.

Before he could entertain any new ideas two hands gripped Mesa’s ass firmly, squeezing the soft flesh until it was almost painful. But her body loved it, hitting him with a jolt of want and need that once again eroded his mental clarity as his own body responded in kind. With no need for words he already understood the message from his friend however.

Over the course of his time experimenting with Mesa, he found that she was beginning to respond as if she had a will of her own when these primal desires surfaced. And before he even realized it, Mesa had already begun to act. Her thighs clenched around the lance like organ resting between them like a vice, and she swayed her hips before bucking them ever so slightly.

Slick fluids only aided in the motions and he was blasted with the electrifying sensation up her spine and his own of the warmth pressing against the folds between her sculpted thighs. She only managed one more swaying of her hips before his friend tapped on her shoulder momentarily.

Even in the fog of lust from his mind he grasped the message. Although the signal was usually reserved as a warning in enemy territory where stealth was concerned, he understood. They were still out in the open. They had to do this quickly. Which seemed easy enough, as in moments, the sense of vertigo overwhelmed him and he found the hulking frame his friend piloted had turned the tables.

Mesa was handled like a ragdoll in the grip of the sturdier Warframe, forcibly hauled off the ground and pressed to one of the curved windows of the observation deck. Her breasts squashed against the smooth surface, the material’s icy bite against her hardened nipples would have caused her to gasp had she a voice, instead causing him to as he squirmed in his chair.

Hands pressed to the window, she spread her lithe legs wide, presenting her soaked thighs to the hulking organ being lined up to her. A hand gripped a strap along her narrow waist, another pulling hard on the bandana straps of the wrap around her head. Mesa’s folds leaked fluid continuously in light of the handling she yearned for.

He himself was lost now, caught in the pleasure feedback loop that resonated from himself and Mesa. The Transference signal fluttered with static as he struggled to maintain it. He was hard, and swelteringly hot and his own body demanded that its needs be met.

Part of the trouble with Transference signals was that while he was piloting a Warframe, he had little control over his own body. As his own lust grew, and Mesa bombarded him with blissful sensations, he was frozen in place, nearly helpless.

It was why he preferred interacting with Mesa without piloting her. He could give into the needs he craved while experiencing the high of Mesa’s wanting sex drive as her body entwined with his. There was some irony in this, but he was barely mentally sound enough to find it.

The Warframe was a slave to the will of the one who piloted it. Except for now. He was a slave to the pleasure she demanded, held as a watching captive, body burning with the need for sex as she spread her legs a little wider, body eagerly awaiting the arrival of the girth and whatever hole it chose.

With a hard pull that lurched her head back, as her fingers curled on the glass in divine pleasure from just waiting in suspense, it finally arrived. Mesa’s ass was spread wide as Rhino pressed forwards mercilessly. Her thighs and legs shook, heels slipping on the floor as still it drove into her further.

The grip of his friend’s Warframe tightened, pulling and helping to impale Mesa inch by inch as she was ravaged. There was no pain in the exchange. Only a pleasure that he once again had never known before now. Mesa’s heels slipped on the floor. Her hands curled on the cold window overlooking the void of space and her nipples ground against the glass as her petite body was handled by the larger Warframe.

Finally, the hips of the larger hulking body behind her pressed to her ass as Mesa hilted snugly, lifted off the ground entirely now. Her burning folds gushed fluid down the legs of both frames before it started. Two hands gripped her delicate waist, lifting her off the burning organ to slide her back down again.

He was too lost in the pleasure to recall much of anything other than the force of the desire driving them to a frenzy of maddened couplings. Orgasms wracked his body. Mesa’s synthetic nervous system burned in divine fire. No, it was more than coupling. She was being used. Bred and mounted properly.

His brain was wracked in a haze of pleasure from orgasms he couldn’t tell who belonged to who and disoriented as the frenzied pace of their fucking was now audible in the room as Mesa’s ass slapped wetly. Warmth filled and flooded into her belly and he could only assume that his friend had naturally succumbed to the same pleasure overload. The Transference signal frizzled with static as the maddening onslaught of pleasure increased tenfold when holes were switched. Now it was her tender folds being spread apart and clamping down in demand around invading organ that was all too happy to fire volley after volley of seed that could only flood down her thighs when there was no room left to be filled.

Somewhere in the haze he screamed from the sexual high and he lost control of the signal. Before he could even make sense of what was going on, the world flashed and he found himself in the Relay observation room in his own physical body, having collapsed on the floor, a sticky and hot mess.

Mesa and Rhino froze together, locked into their carnal coupling pressed to the window. And for the very first time, he laid eyes on his friend. Some Tenno had responded differently to the unveiling of their very real and physical forms. Some accepted the shock and grew used to their more fragile bodies. Others seemed to take to being more reclusive, happy to be confined to their Warframes.

Now was the first time that he laid eyes on his friend’s physical body. Lust still eroded most of his sharper thought processes. But he noted that his friend was nearly the same hot mess he was, naked and exposed and drenched in sweat. Perhaps his face held a look of shock to it that only spurned on a shocked look from his friend.

This had all been very unexpected. Most of all, he’d always thought that his friend had been male like him. The sudden reveal of this surprise filled him with a brief notion of shock before he smiled widely at her, a grin from ear to ear as he held one of his thumbs up.

It was funny seeing that she had a face to blush and smile with as she silently held one of her thumbs up in return.