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Zarya's Bunny.
🕑 Added 2019-11-04 11:29:37 +0000 UTCIn the middle of a summer heatwave the ladies of Overwatch and Talon retreat to Moira's home to enjoy the heat by her pool. With everyone out having fun, only Tracer is left inside, terrified that her friends will find out about her cock, at least until Zarya finds her and introduces her to her own 'equipment.'
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“Oh, come on Lena.” Angela sighed, throwing her hands up in frustration. “It’s the middle of summer, and there’s a heatwave. Everyone is out there swimming!” She stalked around the desk, slinging her towel over one shoulder and putting her hands on her hips. She was wearing a small white one-piece that hugged her flesh tight, showing of her lovely curves and much more skin than was strictly appropriate given that she was technically at work. “You can’t tell me you want to stay in here whilst everyone has fun in the pool.”
Things had been quiet at headquarters the past few weeks and now a July heatwave had rolled over the city. The ladies of overwatch had made a call. They were not staying all day in a poorly air-conditioned bunker; they were going swimming. Somehow this decision had wound up with not just every female member of Overwatch heading out to a private pool at the residence of the head minister of genetics, but a number of their usual adversaries joining them. As Moira O’Deorain was so kindly opening her home to them, she’d taken the liberty of inviting her ‘friends’, and naturally Angela hadn’t complained, entirely wrapped around Moira’s long, slender finger as usual.
Lena flushed as Angela stared at her, squeezing her thighs together and folding her arms uncomfortably over her chest. “I… I just can’t, doc.”
“You’re being ridiculous. You want to go out there, you’re just embarrassed.” Angela said, patience wearing thin. “No one will care. No one will even mention it if you say it makes you uncomfortable.”
“Are you sure?” Lena scowled, “You don’t think the second Sombra sees me there won’t be a dozen pictures all over the internet? If I go out there everyone’s going to find out I’m a… a f… futa.”
Angela pursed her lips and sighed again, looking over Lena. She had at least managed to get the brit into her swimsuit, a cute orange bikini that was bulging at the front as Lena’s package twitched uncomfortably, now all she needed to do was convince her that no one would care she was packing in the first place. “No one will care, Lena, I promise. Moira’s a futa and she’s already out there! Do you think anyone will give you a hard time for who you are?”
“It’s not them.” Lena whined, cheeks darkening as she played nervously with the neck-mounted Chronal Accelerator she was trying out. It was a simple black choker with a greatly streamlined Accelerator set into the front, no larger than a coin. “I don’t trust Sombra or D.va not to let this out. I… I don’t want people to look at me differently, I like how things are for me now.”
“So, hiding yourself away is the answer.” Angela sighed. She shook her head and shifted her towel. “I can’t make you come out, but I promise if you do, no one will care.” She pushed past Lena and out into the little garden that surrounded Moira’s pool, grinning as the ladies called out and whooped as she showed off her swimsuit before diving into the water.
Lena bit her lip and hid herself behind the doorframe, watching the fun from around the wall, cock aching between her legs. God her friends were all so fucking gorgeous. She whined and shifted from foot to foot, watching as Angela popped back up out of the water and swam to between Moira’s long, pale legs, smiling up at her as the Irish geneticist sat at the edge of the pool and dangled her feet in the water. Moira’s sleek black one-piece did sport a prominent bulge at the crotch, the lump between her legs pulsing as Angela grinned up at her.
“Fuck.” Tracer whined, watching as Symmetra pulled herself up out of the pool and stretched, the perfect brown peach of her rear all but bare as the slim blue swimsuit disappeared between her cheeks. Widowmaker’s ass was equally mouth-watering, neatly squeezed into a small, plain bikini and pushed out as the assassin lay on her front and read a book, seemingly disinterested in so much as speaking to the women around her.
That was the real reason she didn’t want to go out. The women of overwatch were some of the most stunning women on the planet, and tracer’s cock refused to acknowledge that they were her co-workers, and not potential playmates.
She was painfully hard by now. She groaned and reached down, pressing her rod down with her palms and whimpering as she saw Fareeha pose at the edge of the pool, chiselled brown body barely covered by her swimsuit, droplets shimmering against her breasts in the sunlight.
“Well, now what do we have here?” a low, sultry voice purred suddenly. it was deep, and thick with a Russian accent.
Tracer squeaked and grabbed herself, spinning to see Zarya towering over her, brow raised with curiosity. She was wearing a light blue top that looped around her immense breasts and tight blue shorts that came down to her upper thighs. Almost every inch of her impossibly muscular body was on full display, steely abs and tattooed biceps the very strongest in the world. Tracer swallowed as her cock jumped with excitement, staring up in horrified embarrassment at the woman twice her size.
Fuck. Zarya’s thighs were as wide as her tiny waist. Her biceps were as big as Tracer’s head. Lena could have comfortably curled up and slept in the pink-haired bodybuilder’s lap. She bit back a mew of arousal, cheeks burning, and took a step back, flattening herself against the wall.
“What are you doing, Oxton? Why do not join the fun?” Zarya asked, looking down at her with a concerned frown. “Is something wrong?”
“No.” Tracer stammered, “Nope, everything is fine! Great even! Never better luv!”
Zarya’s eyes wandered down over her body and rested on her hands, trying and failing to hide her throbbing cock from sight. The Russian raised her brow and put her hands on her hips.
“I see.” She growled, suddenly stern and humourless. “You disappoint me.”
“Wh… what?” Lena croaked, “I… I wasn’t… I don’t know what you’re t… talking about!”
“You were masturbating to our friends.” Zarya sniffed, shaking her head. “Shameful.”
“No… no I wasn’t!” Lena protested before groaning and letting go of her package, hugging her waist and staring down at her feet. “I… I was just watching. I want to go and join them but… well… I guess you can see why I can’t.”
“No.” Zarya frowned, “Why?”
Tracer frowned. “I… I’m a futa.”
“As am I, how does that make it so you cannot swim?” Zarya shrugged.
“Because no one knows.” Tracer whined, “And I’m afraid it’ll be embarrassing and… wait… wait what?”
“I am like you.” Zarya said, putting her hands on her hips. “I am not afraid of embarrassment, why should you be?”
“I… I didn’t know.” Lena mumbled, having a hard time not looking at Zarya’s crotch now.
“I do not try to hide.” Zarya smiled, “Nor should you.”
“But it’s different for you.” Lena said weakly, “You’re so confident and powerful. I’ve never been comfortable with… my penis.”
Zarya chuckled and flashed a comforting smile. “You do not appreciate what a gift it is! Here, show me!”
Lena’s cheeks burned as she slowly tugged her waistband down, biting her lip as her cock flopped out and sprung to attention. Its head was bright pink and already oozing a thick droplet of pre. Zarya leant down and gently took it in her immense palm, petting the feverish skin and humming. “A very nice cock, cute and small, like you.”
Tracer whimpered and clutched her hands together as Zarya carefully caressed her rod. “Ah… Z…Zarya it’s… sensitive.”
“Of course, it is, you do not properly take care of it.” Zarya tutted.
Tracer pouted. “I take very good care of it!” she protested indignantly. Zarya raised a brow.
“Keeping yourself clean and in good health is not all you must do to take care of yourself, Oxton.” She chided. “You must use it. or you will be like this, too sensitive and excitable.” She straightened up and tugged her shorts down. “You see, this is a cock that is well-loved by his mistress.”
Tracer whimpered, suddenly painfully hard as Zarya’s bitchbreaker flopped down between her knees. Her knees trembled and she let out a low whine, receiving an amused chuckle from Zarya in return. “You like?”
“So… big.” Lena mumbled. “How… how are you so huge!?”
“Ah, he is magnificent, isn’t he?” Zarya laughed, “Come! Say hello.” She tugged Lena closer and draped her length over Tracer’s rod, the weight alone drawing a low croon from the flustered brit’s throat. She rolled her hips, rubbing her cock against Zarya’s as the Russian grinned down at her.
She trembled, resistance crumbling, and sank heavily to the floor, legs falling out from under her and leaving her sitting, panting up at Zarya’s immense pole. “You’re so big.” She whimpered again, her cock desperately throbbing between her legs.
“I am glad you approve!” Zarya purred, petting her pole fondly and bringing it close to Tracer’s face, grinning as Lena’s eyes crossed to stare at it. “Here, give him a kiss.”
Tracer whined and opened her mouth, tongue lolling as she slipped her lips over Zarya’s plump, throbbing head. She tasted salty in her mouth, felt hot and thick and pulsed softly with Zarya’s heartbeat. She crooned and kissed the fat pink tip of the Russian’s immense pole, blushing sweetly as she made out with the stupidly huge pillar of cockmeat.
Zarya laughed at her submission and reached down, gently taking Tracer’s cheek and tugging her tighter against her cock. “Such eagerness!” She smiled, “It’s been so long since I last enjoyed such a cute little slut worshipping my flesh.”
Tracer’s blush only grew darker as Zarya softly petted her cheek with a thumb, continuing to pepper soft, shy kisses over the rod pushing against her lips. She’d never been called a slut before, never one to experiment to much in the bedroom. Lovemaking was a sweet, gentle affair in her book, but now here she was, slobbering over Zarya’s horsecock like…well, a slut. She’d never so much as touched another woman’s cock before, but apparently it felt fucking amazing.
Zarya hummed, pleased, but took Tracer’s ear and gently tugged her away, smiling down at her as she panted up at her. “Such a good cocksucker you are, кролик. But you'll need to get all of me nice and wet if you want me inside you.”
Tracer blinked up at her, cheeks burning with arousal. Was that what she wanted? Did she want Zarya to fuck her? Just minutes ago, she’d been terrified of the mere idea of her teammates knowing she wasn’t like them, now she was sitting in only her bikini top, cock rock-hard as she meekly serviced the biggest, fattest bitchbreaking cock she’d ever seen. How long was it? A foot? More? How would it feel pushing inside her poor little pucker? How would she look with such an impossibly huge cock nestled in her guts? How much boiling, churning, baby-making spunk was held in those titanic balls? How would it all feel shooting through her stupid, slutty, submissive body?
Lena sobbed with submissive delight and quickly locked her lips over Zarya’s head again, trying to slather as much of her spit over her as she could. Zarya chuckled and relaxed, content to leave Lena to her feverish cock-wetting. From her position she could just peek around the edge of the doorframe and see the team’s fun in the pool. D.va spotted her lurking in the shady office and called out to her.
Zarya laughed, feeling Lena freeze in terror at the sound. “I will join you in a moment. I am speaking with Oxton.” She reached down out of sight and forced Tracer’s lips around her head and along her shaft, making sure she kept working with a huge strong hand. “She is a little shy about her new swimsuit!”
“Come on Lena! We know you’ll look great as usual!” Fareeha laughed.
Tracer quivered, torn between terror and lust at the idea of any of them seeing her like this, kneeling and blushing and desperately trying to lube up Zarya’s pole with her spit so the Russian could ram it inside her. Her tongue ran its way from Zarya’s churning sack up over the underside of her rod, pausing to play over her head and scooping up the thick precum gathering there. Her hands were strangling her own cock, desperate to just start stroking herself until she blew her load but knowing that Zarya’s pleasure was much more important.
She spat on the waiting pink head of Zarya’s meat and forced herself to pull back, mouth dry and heart racing. Zarya took a moment to rub the wetness of her spit into her skin before smiling and reaching down.
Lena groaned as Zarya tugged her bikini top away, freeing her chest and smiling fondly at the soft little mounds of her tits, pinching a nipple and pulling Lena to her feet. “Come, кролик, we can’t have you screaming and inviting everyone to see what a submissive little slut you are!” Tracer whined as Zarya took her cock in her hand, the pressure almost enough to blow her load, “Come along.”
“W…wait… Zaryaaaa.” She whined as the Russian led her away into a small storage room to the side of the office. Zarya just laughed as Lena locked the door, biting her lip as she turned back to see Zarya sitting against the wall, waiting patiently for Lena to come spear herself. “I… I’ve never done this before.” she mumbled, stalling and pressing down on her rod.
“Then it will be a new experience!” Zarya grinned cheerfully. “Come, I’ll be gentle.”
Tracer staggered closer in a daze, knees trembling as she moved closer, slowly stepping around Zarya’s legs until she was stood straddling the pink-haired amazon’s waist. Zarya’s face was framed by her cock, bright blue eyes admiring her slim, svelte form from down beneath her. As Lena stood, Zarya’s rod was pulsing just above her knees, if she sat, and it drove all the way into her, the immense thing’s head would sit neatly between her heaving breasts.
“Take my hands, кролик.” Zarya said, voice low and soft and comforting. Lena swallowed, blushing at just how gentle Zarya was being, like she was some doe-eyed virgin scared of her first time, rather than a blushing, achingly hard slut craving to be stuffed full of girlcock. She smiled as Zarya squeezed her hands and shifted her footing, bringing herself down against the head of her rod. It was feverishly hot, slick from Zarya’s pre and Lena’s spit. Its broad head pressed against her opening and drew a scared whimper from her lips.
“Oh, fucking hell.”
Zarya chuckled and shifted her grip, slipping her hands from Lena’s and planting them on her hips. She raised a brow as Lena squeezed her eyes shut and sighed. “don’t worry, кролик. It won’t hurt.”
“But…” Lena whined, voice dying in her throat as Zarya tugged her down sharply, strong arms easily forcing Lena down, her sweet, virgin pucker stretched as wide as her fist as it was pulled down over Zarya’s head, slipping closed a little as it cleared the plump pink glans. Lena’s cock jumped with excitement even as she howled in mixed pain and delight, tongue lolling as tears sparkled in her eyes. “Fucking bollocking hell!” she managed after a moment. “Fuck! Fuck it’s so fucking big you fucking Russian whore!”
“Hush, кролик.” Zarya cooed, biting her lip as Tracer’s delightfully tight rear squeezed her. “You do not want to be found, do you?”
“N… No.” Lena croaked before being pulled another inch down, she grunted weakly and went limp, hands holding her belly as Zarya’s bitchbreaker sat nestled inside her. “Oh fuck… it feels so fucking good.”
Zarya purred and took a firmer grip on her thighs, slowly forcing Lena down over her cock and admiring the bulge it made in her sweet little stomach. By the time Lena was half-way down she looked a few months pregnant thanks to Zarya’s immensity. She was groaning weakly, eyes rolled back in her head and tongue lolling in a breathless pant. The Russian smiled slyly and dug her fingers into Lena’s soft thighs, the shy little slut was already mostly fuck-broken, she may as well get her fully sheathed before the real fun began.
Tracer’s mind was drifting somewhere far away from the compound, revelling in just how amazing being Zarya’s cocksleeve felt, when suddenly she was yanked downwards. Lena let out a whoop of surprise, then a long, low mewl of ecstasy as Zarya’s pulsing rod sat comfortably deep in her guts, it’s head hot and twitching somewhere up in her ribcage. For an anatomical impossibility, it felt fucking amazing.
Amazing enough to push poor Lena over the edge. Zarya cooed happily as her abs were spattered in Tracer’s spunk, her sweet little cock pulsing and spewing a few ropes of pearly cum onto her belly. She smiled and patted Lena’s hips fondly, taking in the delicious sensation of her body squeezing on her shaft. She shifted, sitting up and stroking a hand up over Lena’s waist before grabbing her by the throat and squeezing.
Lena’s already red face grew even darker as her bright eyes rolled down to see Zarya’s grin, her hands meekly taking Zarya’s wrist and holding onto her for support. She croaked breathlessly as Zarya’s free hand lifted her rump up a few inches, before releasing a dull grunt of delight as she was slammed back down.
She was helpless in the best way as Zarya began to bounce her, the Russian’s mighty hips bucking up into her in time with every drop of Tracer’s ass onto her prick. Zarya’s groans of delight mixed with the wet coos and gurgles escaping Lena’s lips, filling the little closet and drifting through into the office outside. Zarya had never much cared for subtlety, in fact the exhibitionist streak running through her welcomed the idea of someone discovering her breaking the cute little hero. Lena was far too preoccupied being fucked into insanity to even remember that there were people outside the closet.
Zarya released her, hand moving to toy with her tit. Lena panted, finally able to suck in enough air so her head stopped spinning. “F… fuck… god, you’re so big, Zarya.” She croaked, reaching out and steadying herself against Zarya’s chest. “Fuck me more! Ruin me!”
Zarya laughed and patted her cheek. “See, no need for shyness! Have fun!”
“God, I don’t want fun, luv.” Tracer whined, biting her lip. There was a fire burning inside her now, something raw and feral deep in her psyche clawing to get out. Another sharp thrust deep into her broke what little resistance she had, and she squealed. “I want you to break me! I want to be your whore! I want you to fucking destroy me!”
“Haha!” Zarya grinned, “Yes! Just so!”
“Collar me! Leash me! Keep me as your fucking pet Zarya!” Tracer pleaded madly. “I’ll do whatever you want for as long as I live as long as you keep fucking my ass!”
“You want to be my pet, кролик?” Zarya cooed, enjoying how cute Lena looked now she was broken and craven, only concerned with her own total submission. “I already have a sweet little kitten; you would have to share.”
“I… I don’t care.” Lena whined, tugging at Zarya’s top and trying to free the fat, heavy orbs of her tits. “I’ll be your slut; you can use me whenever you like! I’ll be better than what other cunt you have now! I swear!”
“Watch your tongue, кролик.” Zarya growled, taking her chin and squeezing. “You are cute, but I love my other pets dearly.”
Lena whimpered and bowed her head, biting her lip as Zarya pulsed inside her, dangerously close to blowing her load. “I’m sorry Zarya, I’ll… I’ll share. I just… need you inside me so bad. I’ve never been fucked by a real futa before.”
Zarya laughed, taking her hips and hoisting her up until she almost slipped off the end of her rod. “You think you are not a real futa? What is this sweet thing then?” she pinched Tracer’s swollen head gently, earning a mewl of arousal from the smaller woman.
“You’re so much bigger than me.” Lena cooed, “You’re so much stronger and more powerful and… and virile… and… eek!”
Zarya brought Lena crashing down just in time to hit her orgasm on the way down. Lena slammed down against her hips and groaned as Zarya’s boiling seed exploded into her guts, coursing through her body and filling her completely. She twitched delightedly, cupping her swelling belly, shot one last rope of her own cum onto Zarya’s stomach, and passed out.
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“Lena!” Mei grinned as Tracer appeared, “You came out! We were worried we wouldn’t see you!”
“Ah, Oxton was just shy, weren’t you, кролик?” Zarya laughed, slapping tracer on the back hard enough to make her stumble.
“Y… yes.” Lena whimpered, blushing head to toe. “J… just a little self-conscious is all. Never been around you lot without me kit on.”
“Well you’re looking good!” Bridgette grinned, appearing over the edge of the pool. “Come on in!”
“N… no, thanks. I… uh, I’m gonna sit and catch some sun.” Lena smiled weakly, making her way on shaking legs around the pool. Zarya allowed her to leave her grasp without complaint, stepping herself to the edge of the pool and dropping in with a splash.
“Oh!”
Lena jumped, mind immediately jumping to the horrifying conclusion that she’d missed some of Zarya’s spunk on her rear and that her new shameful submission to the fat-cocked Russian badass was about to be revealed. She’d completely forgotten her insecurity about her cock.
D.va blushed and looked away. “S… sorry, I didn’t mean to stare. I didn’t realise you were… you know…”
“Tracer’s packing?” Sombra asked, immediately perking up from her towel by the poolside. She flashed a crooked grin and straightened up. “London’s hero, a girlcocked freak?”
“Olivia.” Moira barked, immediately making Sombra cringe and look away as the tall, thin Irish woman tore herself away from Angela’s loving attention. “Watch… your… mouth.”
“Y… yes ma’am. Sorry ma’am.” Sombra muttered, humiliated.
Tracer smiled and caught Moira’s eye as the geneticist turned away from Sombra. The ginger tilted her head slightly, mismatched eyes flashing down to the bulge in Tracer’s swimsuit, before she returned to lazily dragging her long fingers through Angela’s hair.
Lena sat down beside Symmetra and smiled to herself, looking around the women of Overwatch. Angela had been right; things weren’t going to be any different because her teammates knew what she was. Everything would be fine.
She swallowed, eyes landing on Zarya as the Russian smiled, leaning back in the water and curling her lip as she saw Tracer’s blush. The heat of her new partner’s sperm was glowing inside her even now, the taste of it lingered on her tongue. She whimpered softly to herself and put Zarya’s bitch-breaker out of her mind, stalling her erection and ignoring the wetness oozing from her thoroughly conquered asshole.
She shivered despite the heat and bit back a lustful sigh, wondering if Zarya would take her up on her broken pleading, or if she would think it was all a cute joke. If she didn’t, how long would it take her to take advantage of her? How long would it be before her hands were on Lena? Choking her? squeezing her? Moving her like a doll before shoving her full of fat, superior cockmeat?
Tracer quivered with arousal and wondered who Zarya’s other pets were.
And when she would meet them.
