[Nidus/FNidus/Nezha/Nezha]

"Tenno skoom!"

	Gunfire echoed throughout the hall of the galleon, bullets ricocheting off of the reinforced windows and metal floors of the ship as orders were barked and positions shifted. The sounds of Gorgons spooling up were the loudest to the Lancer crouching behind the half-wall, two Heavy Gunners next to him spraying at some unseen threat. Turning his head to check their flank, he snapped his attention back when a sound like wet flesh splitting open came from the Gunners, who were now being pulled towards a writhing mass of Grineer flesh. The screams resounding from that mass of...something, were the most horrifying thing the man had ever heard-- and being a veteran of Martialis, that was something impressive. Even worse, though, was the noise it made when a line of infestation tore along the floor, coming to and end right next to the Lancer.

 	Recovering from the shock of a barely-avoided death, the Grineer raised his Grakata and looked back towards his trapped comrades. What he found wasn’t promising-- all were impaled on a spike of Technocyte virus, their bodies still writhing as their brains tried desperately to find a solution to their quickly-approaching death. The two Gunners were still trapped though, held together to the shifting amalgamation of flesh, their bodies rent from puncture wounds, likely spikes that had failed to deliver a killing blow. Death did not wait long for them either, coming in the form of putrid maggots jumping upon their weakly struggling forms, burrowing within for a moment before seeming, at least to the Lancer, to implode with the virus, turning the Gunners into a cloud of Technocyte. The Lancer pulled back, accepting now that his squadmates were dead, and began creeping down the ramp to his side, dropping to his stomach as he put his basic training to work. The bridge had said this was a Tenno boarding, but he had never seen Tenno wielding Infestation like this. And yet, their scanners had yet to ever confuse the two -very- distinct lifeforms.

	His thoughts were interrupted as he suddenly bumped against something much less sturdy than a wall. His eyes registered a garishly green leg before he found himself being pulled through the air by a tendril wrapped about his stomach. He could see the beast for what it was now, clearly something like a Warframe, but it looked far more like some kind of Infestation. He thought no more about it after that, as it would have been terribly difficult to think with a spike driven through your brain. The Lancer dropped to the floor a moment later, his body quivering weakly with the last impulses of his nervous system. A green, pink-toed foot kicked his body over onto its back as maggots swarmed over the corpse, greedily devouring the flesh held under the ruptured ferrite armor. Kneeling down, the Nidus looked the fallen Grineer over for a moment before continuing on to exterminate the rest of the ship’s population.

	The task was finished quickly. Between the two Nezha charging ahead, a burning trail left in their wake, and the shared efforts of another Nidus, the galleon was quickly left unoccupied, save for the four Warframes. Foregoing the blazing speed of the Nezha, the two Tenno controlling their Nidus opted to simply walk to extraction, like normal people. A conversation was quickly started between the pair, and it soon turned to the recent outbreak among the Tenno population of cysts upon necks. “A fine gift to us, these growths are. Once Helmith is fed and evolved, it will be able to guide us away from the Lotus,” the male Nidus said, his tone even and distant.

“I could care less about that. I just don’t want my color combinations to be ruined up by some ugly, festering cyst I can’t even pay Darvo to remove!” The female Tenno said, though her Nidus was likewise altered to be more feminine. It lacked breasts, as that was beyond even her realm of modification, but it looked more like a Saryn that a true Nidus.

	“How could you speak of it in such a way? Would you forsake your own freedom for pretty colors?” The male’s voice had taken on a harsher tone now, along with a bit of confusion.

	“Of course! Fashion is the only thing left anymore, after the Void stopped giving out proper relics. Everything else is so trivial, even those Kuva floods.” She ended with a laugh that was quickly cut off by the other Nidus abruptly stepping in front of her, causing her to knock against him and stumble back. “Hey, what the hell?”

	“You must do your part for our freedom, sister. The cysts must flow. Between me to you. From you to others. Only then can we break free from the choking flower.” The male was leaning in now, reaching out. His carapace had opened early on, and the protusions from his helm looked more like horns to her now than ever before. Reaching back, she unsheathed one of her Fangs, striking out and sliding the blade into the male’s exposed side, the heated weapon sinking deep into the unarmored flesh. Looking back to him after the strike, she was stunned to see him not reeling in pain, his Warframe seeming to not even register the strike. “A poor choice, sister.” The male’s voice was different now, radically so. She realized it was because it was no longer the Tenno speaking, but the Frame itself, in the odd flesh-speak of the Infested. It was unnerving to the girl, even more so than the time she watched a Loki fail to finish a speed trial in a Derelict.

 Suddenly, she found herself unable to move, her Nidus quickly falling to its knees as she desperately tried to find the reason for her loss of control. A moment later she noticed the tendril of Technocyte binding her to the male, who stood over her with his arms crossed. “Confused?” He asked, the words whispered into her mind with a irritatingly amused tone. “You shouldn’t be. After all, what does our Parasitic Link do to those who are our foe?” Realization dawned on her, and she agreed with him now-- stabbing him was a very, very poor decision. Suddenly she found herself pulled into the air, arms spread eagle and legs pulled open as a Larva bound her to itself. A wave of heat washed over her, but not like the numb kind she felt when her Warframe was hit by explosives. No, this was a deeper heat, inside of her body, giving her the urge for...something. Her attention was pulled away as she felt her Nidus opening up, carapace spreading apart to expose the more delicate, tendril-lined innards. She didn’t understand how it was possible, though. She hadn’t even gotten a single infusion of Mutation. Her thoughts were interrupted again as his voice tore into her mind, a ravenous hunger -audible- now when he spoke. “My gift to you, sister, the first of many. After all, I have reached the apex of my mutation. I can spare a bit of power, that you might enjoy this so much more.” Fear filled her thoughts as she wondered where the two Nezha were.
==

	“I wonder where those two slowshitters are.”

	“Probably hunting for rare containers like fucking scrubs.”

	“Yeah, not like they could keep up with our fast anyway. But what are we going to do while we wait for them to get here?”

	“Wanna jerk each other off?” The one Nezha, a mixture of blue-and-purple, looked to its black-and-red counterpart, tilting its head to the side.

	“What, do you think I’m a fag or something?” The edgelord Nezha laughed over the comm link, nodding as the lower part of its body split open to reveal what looked like a human penis, but was clearly bonded Technocyte virus. It was also very, very small. Like the penis of a man who would make tier lists of Warframes.

	“Of course I do, why else would you choose Nezha?”

	“Fair enough, let’s hurry up before those actual faggots get here.”

==

	“Don’t fight it, sister. Let Helmith feed from you. Grow from you.” It wasn’t as if she -could- fight, even if she wanted to. The two were still Linked, and she couldn’t even twitch a finger. The tendrils protruding from the exposed portions of his carapace were growing larger with each agonizing second, all of them slowly curving towards her own helpless form. Perhaps if she had been older, she would’ve understood what was coming, but like all Tenno, she was but a child fighting a war that was not her own. The sneering flesh-voice tore through her mind again as the male caressed the side of her neck with the back of its hand. “And they said duration was bad. I’d say it’s paying dividends now, wouldn’t you?” A harsh bark of laughter. She kept trying to reach out, for the Lotus, for Teshin, even for Ordis now in desperation. But she couldn’t link with anything except the Tenno right in front of her, and from the brief glimpses she got of his mind right now, it felt far too much like that of Phorid for her to want to try and reason. “This neck of yours will look so much better with Helmith upon it, dear sister. Just a few more-- ah, I think we’re ready to begin.”

	Her optics moved around wildly as she felt a hundred thousand pin-pricks all across her body, an overwhelming heat, much like the one she felt when he forcibly Mutated her, washing across her. His tentacles had bonded with her own, and where they could not find a mate, they had wormed inside her Warframe, and these were the most pleasurable. Though her own sense were muted while she occupied her Warframes, even through the fog of Transference she could feel a wetness along her legs, causing her suit to stick even tighter to her form as the heat within her grew, most persistent now in her groin. Had she become Infested? Why, why would another Tenno doom their kin to that kind of fate?

	The male knew what she was experiencing, but he didn’t know her thoughts, her confusion. He felt the same heat within himself as they bonded, and it was pleasant for him, for he had already done this with several other Tenno who had wished to receive the Gift of Life. His mind processed it in the form of several hundred penetrations at once, which obviously provided quite a bit of sensory overload. The first time he had done it, he hadn’t been able to move for nearly three hours. Now, though, he could press on through the haze of pleasure. The codpiece of his Nidus split open, the hard pink carapace peeling apart to allow several thick, pulsing tendrils to push out from the protective covering. They writhed wildly as they tasted the air, the Tenno within content to allow them to do so while he continued to bond himself to the female. Noticing their Link was finally about to expire, he quickly renewed it, along with the Larva holding her suspended and spread in the air. As he did, he felt her orgasm again, her Nidus shuddering despite the Link holding it in stasis. He thought briefly about keeping her like this for a while longer, to allow her to adjust, but decided time was of the essence-- one never knew when the two Nezha would show up once again.

	The tendrils protruding from his codpiece writhed as they twisted and tied with each other, forming one massive, pulsing mass, easily as thick as the leg of a Rhino and long as Nidus’ own arm. It wormed itself along the female’s body, running itself along her legs and chest before settling near her own codpiece. The sensation of the warm tendril working itself along her Warframe, as well as the thousands of other tentacles bonded with her, penetrating her, was enough to send her over the edge once again, her mind quickly approaching a state where the only thing it could think of was achieving the next orgasm, all thoughts about breaking free abandoned to the subconscious that continued to rage against her confinement. She barely registered her codpiece splitting open, not at the very tip like the male’s, but underneath of it, slightly farther back. What she certainly registered was the feeling of the male’s penis, if the log of meat could even be called that, penetrating this new opening in her Frame, the Larva lowering her down at the same time so that she effectively hilted herself on his cock. His arms moved up to hold the sides of her head, tilting it down so that her optics would be able to see the mass entering her-- at least the part not obscured by her codpiece. The orgasms came fast and hard, chaining together relentlessly as she felt the penetration of her Nidus as though she -was- her Nidus, on a level even deeper than Transference. She would have bucked her head back if she wasn’t immobilized, but nonetheless let out a primal scream that beat out even a Valkyr’s for the sheer amount of passion it held within. Had anybody alive still been around to hear, they might have even mistaken it for a Phorid manifestation.

==

	The only other two living things were at extraction, though. Too far away to hear even her loudest screams through the thick bulkheads of the Grineer ship. Thick, unlike the two pitiful excuses for penises that were being worked by the other’s hand. The ground beneath the two of them was slick with spent lubricant and seed, but still the two massive, literally flaming homosexuals showed no signs of stopping, relentlessly jerking each other off.

	So immersed in this most vile of activity were they that they didn’t even notice the Lotus connecting to them over the comm system. “Tenno,” the voice of a Sentient who was likely T H I C C  as fuck in person, but also a massive slut, broadcasted to both of their minds. Still, they didn’t stop. “I’ve lost contact with the other two members of your cell. Do you know wher--” The Lotus had noticed what the pair were doing now, a feeling of derision as well as the urge to work her fat-covered clit overcoming her. She put these thoughts aside for later, and asked, “What are you two doing?”

	“We’re jerking each other off!”

	“Yeah, we’re fags! But not slowfags, and that’s what matters.”

	“Damn right! Oh, yes, just like that, oh, step on it, step on it! Let me come!”

	“Not until you write a shitty weapon tier list, you fucking queer!” The Lotus terminated the connection partway through the last sentence, briefly contemplating suicide before realizing such a thing was impossible.

==

	The girl was a broken, panting mess, her mind left completely open for him to peer inside. Her howls echoed throughout the room as he tendrils slid in and out of her excuse for a snatch, the twisted mass of Technocyte producing enough of its own lubricant that it had no problem rutting her excruciatingly tight insides. He leaned his helmet against her own, the tendrils tying them together contracting to hold them both there. She still hadn’t ceased her barrage of orgasms, which came as quite a surprise to the male. He had expected her to be spent at least five minutes ago, but she was managing to remain conscious, if mentally vacant. Deciding it was no longer necessary to keep her fully restrained, he ended the Link that was scrambling her systems. Instantly he felt her bucking against him, fighting against the Larva holding her limbs to try and force more of his member inside of her. Surprising, but not entirely unpleasant.

	More of the tendril pushed out from his codpiece, pushing up further inside of her as it expanded and contracted, both in length and girth. He could feel himself nearing his own true limit, trying as he was to resist his climax. After all, if he was going to show her what she had yet to experience, it was best to show her the value of endurance. Sadly, it seemed she had him beat in that department. Moving his hands down to her waist, he pressed himself into her as much as he could, his tendril expanding rapidly as it coiled up inside of her, swelling her Nidus out enough that it had a stomach to rival even a Nova’s own paunch.

	Letting out his own guttural roar, mixing in with her constant screaming, he allowed himself to orgasm, the bonded tendrils inside of her bursting in a cloud of Technocyte. Mixed inside were thousands of little eggs, which sought out the walls of her mimic of a uterus, clinging to the flesh walls inside. The virus coated each of them, giving them the strength they would need to grow and mature into future bodies of the Helmith gestalt, much like the Kubrow hybrids Tenno were already busily breeding. Of course, the girl didn’t know this. Even she could understand what had just happened in the makeshift womb of her Warframe, she was too far gone by the sheer pleasure of being so completely and utterly filled, every nerve she had sending a constant signal of pleasure to her brain. The miniature implosion inside of her was enough to finally send her beyond what even her durable psyche could take, the world fading to black under a haze of lust and the sound of fluid dripping the floor.

	Dragging the limp body of the female had slowed him much, but after nearly half an hour of walking, the male finally reached the extraction point. The clock on his optics display reminded him they had been in this galleon for nearly three hours now. Three hours well spent, in his opinion, but he wondered if the two Nezha in the squad were still even here. His question was answered as arrived to sound of wet flesh sliding along wet flesh, finding the two other Warframes sitting in a swamp of their own orgasmic juices. Though his Nidus had no equipment for receiving smells, he knew that the room would be vomit inducing to whatever Grineer clean-up crew arrived after it was reclaimed. Shaking his head to clear his mind, he looked away from the disgusting display of degeneracy, and moved to the female’s craft slot. Noting with pleasure that she seemed heavier than before, he placed her into the Warframe receptacle with no small amount of effort. As it flipped shut, and her landing craft departed, he moved to his own, taking care not to interrupt the two raging faggots as they spouted incoherent comments about tier lists and frogposters.

	The Ship Cephalon found only one inconsistency in the female’s Warframe bio-makeup, upon scanning it during reentry. A small cyst upon its neck. Deciding it was not worth the effort to try and remove it without damaging vital components, close to the systems and neuroptics root as it was, it allowed the craft to reattach to the orbiter without issue.