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Primal Rage	By : Praetor Category: +M through R > Overwatch Views: 17384 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I derive no profit, monetary or otherwise, from this work and write with amusement as my only recompense. Characters and setting are property of Blizzard entertainment and their game Overwatch.

Chapter List
- 1-The Fallen Bagel
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Tracer was an unusually usual sight in London. The glowing power core on the front of her chest piece hummed in the module, the same with the twin core on her back. The bulky device strapped to the upper body device secured by a harness. She wore under that her usual skin tight orange jump suit that hugged every curve of her body. Her orange visor shielded her eyes from the bright afternoon sun that was magnified by the shimmering glass and metal city structure.

But the small rail thin woman was hardly unknown, having been the poster child for Overwatch in its heyday. She was also hardly an anomaly, as the omnic crisis produced a lot of wounded people living with varying degrees of cybernetic enhancements or life sustaining armour, as well as sentient robotic life forms. It was a strange new world they lived in and only getting stranger.

She felt a thump on her head and reflexively reached for it, her half fingered gloves finding a toasted pastry.

‘What the devil?’ she asked as she took the missile in hand

It left crumbs in her hair, the usually short and spikey hair having grown into a Saiyan like spikey up due with bangs swept to the side. She really needed a hair cut.

‘A bagel?’ she asked upon inspection

She looked over the warm bagel, the ring of cooked dough with cream cheese and jelly inside was still warm. Baffled, she looked up to see where it came from and found an open window several stories up.

She had been walking around the outside of the old Overwatch HQ, which had been converted into apartments and a small research lab after the dismantling. While tentative efforts were being made to reinstitute them, the new sight was going to be in Aachen for the European branch.

She grew curios as to whose bagel it was and blinked. She dashed in seconds through the window into the ground floor, then to the stairwell inside, then up the five flights of stairs. Once she was in the hallway, she could hear rumblings from one of the rooms.
She blinked one more time to the front of the vacuum sealed lab doors and delivered two firm knocks.

‘Hello, you’ve dropped your baked good. I was seeking to return it?’ she said

‘No! Don’t come in!’ shouted a voice from inside

She recognised the sophisticated voice of her favourite simian, Winston. She pressed her fingers to the print scanner and the door dinged, the light turning green.

‘Welcome, Tracer.’ it said

She stepped in and gasped with wide eyes. The lab looked like a tornado swept through, almost all the expensive equipment scattered on floors and table tops with broken glass, strange samples and shattered appliances all over the place. The last thing she expected to see was the flushed face of Mercy as she was bent over a counter top and Winston on her back.

The ape was half naked, with his own power armour still on up top but grieves no where to be seen. Mercy had her whole body suit and raiment still on but the bottom was torn apart for ease of access and the wings cast to the side. Winston currently had the Swede mounted and pounding her into the counter top with hard thrusts.

‘We told you, not to, come in…’ said Mercy in huffs, her long wavy blond hair weighed with sweat and flapping around her pretty face

‘We were making a pheromone bomb to attract bees en masse…’ said Winston as his hands pinned Mercy down with all his ape strength, fingers almost encircling around her waist

‘It was going- ah, ahh, ahhh- to repolinate devastated regions where large bombs fell… but- ooh, ah right there Winston…’ Mercy tried to explain but her eyes and mouth were twitching

‘as you can see, it works… to well… ah Mercy you are so tight…’ he said, flicking his face up to get the spectacles back up the bridge

Mercy lifted herself onto her elbows, her DDs dangling below her like falling bombs from the pulled open jump suit.

Tracer’s shock turned to awe as two of the more brilliant minds in Overwatch continued to plot as their bodies were made subject to some strange wanton desire that now flared inside them. There was even a growing sense of arousal. She could feel a heat welling up in the deepest parts of her body.

‘We tried to warn you Tracer…’ said Mercy

‘You’ve probably caught it to.’ said Winston

‘Caught what?’ Tracer asked

‘The arousal virus, for lack of a better term, It’s airbourne.’ said Winston as he reached down with a large arm to hook under Mercy’s left leg

With a quiet shout, he lifted it up and held Mercy sideways on the counter. She shifted onto her arm and side, the white breasts stacked on top of each other as they pooled on the counter top. Her spread legs revealed a distended clit with a blonde runway strip above it and glistening lips stretched into an O by the massive blue cock that drove in.

‘That’s why we opened the window. The room is unventilated. It should have dissipated by now…’ said Mercy as she was railed

‘You let the virus out into the city?’ asked an aghast Tracer

‘No, no, it was calculated...’ said Winston as he hoisted the long leg over his shoulder

‘The pheromones are only thick in this room, we’re hoping that the fresh air will help- ah- deeper, deeper…’ Mercy said

She closed her eyes and had her lower arm hold her boobs and her upper arm reached between her legs to play with the clit.

‘What my partner means to say is, the open window and now door might have cleared the air of the pheromones but it has not quelled our rampant sexual desires.’ he said

‘I should be so embarrassed right now,’ said Mercy as her head rolled around on a limp neck ‘being walked in on fucking this, ape… this… oh, ah absolute beast… and I am but oh does it feel good. I just don’t care what you think right now.’

‘Indeed, and you, Mercy, are quite the lay. You feel incredible.’ Winston said as a hand moved from her waist to her ass, grapping a thick white cheek in his large hand and shaking it from the widening tear in her body suit

‘Well this is all over my head,’ Tracer finally said ‘my area is particle physics. I’m just here to return this fallen bagel.’

She waved it in the air for them to see and Winston said ‘Oh, I was looking for that. Must have been knocked out the window.’

‘Ah yes, I saw that. I was wrapped around Winston as he held me up and accidentally kicked it. We were quite ravenous in those first few minutes.’ said Mercy

‘and still are, I do not hunger for that bagel anymore.’ said Winston

‘Oh you hairy beast.’ moaned Mercy

‘All right then, I’ll just leave this here.’ said Tracer as she set the bagel down on a counter and started to walk away

In that moment though she realized that she was quite bothered. Her breathing was shallow and rapid, and she felt hot all over, especially near her crotch.

‘Uh, Tracer, are you feeling well?’ asked Winston

‘Yes, very well.’ she huffed while looking over

‘Your face is flushed and your pupils are dilated, I fear you have what Mercy does.’ he said

‘Oh you will relish it.’ she said

She manoeuvred over onto her ass, sitting on the counter while getting her legs between her and Winston. With the feet on his shoulders, she pushed him off. Winston stepped back and his cock flopped out of the sopping wet pussy.

Tracer’s jaw fell open and she could feel her mouth salivating at the sight. Winston was very well hung, the cock almost a foot long and thick all over. The blue muscle was veiny all over with bulging tubes lining the surface like sketch marks, the bulbous helm sticking past the retracted foreskin. Dangling below the base were large hand filling nuts in the wrinkled blue sack. The whole thing was hairless except for the very base of the dick.

It was beautiful to Tracer, who felt the heat in her body rise. Before she could even think about it, she blinked. Within a second she was in front of Winston on her knees, face to face with the lovely cock. Her eyes took in the enormity of the sight and with no conscious thought, her tongue stuck out. The scent of his musk was intoxicating, smelling like raw man and a wet dog at the same time, with the added component of Mercy’s sweet pussy juice.

Her tongue licked up the underside of the erect cock, tasting the juices gathered on it. That was the spark to her flame and she went into beast mode. She wrapped her hands around the cock, fists on top of each other and only covering the bottom half of the dick. She drove nose first into the thick muscle with her tongue out, flattening the tasting organ along the cock as she slid her face up to the top.

Her mouth wide open, the huge head of the impressive cock falling into the mouth as her wet lips slipped around the top. She began jerking the cock, it being well oiled with Mercy’s cunt gush and the hands flew over the whole of the meat. She swirled her tongue around the cockhead in her mouth, saliva leaking around the lips as she closed her eyes.

‘Yes, it would seem she was infected as well.’ he said as he adjusted the spectacles

‘I reacted similarly.’ said Mercy as she sat back on the counter

Kicking her heels onto the counter top, she spread her legs wide and put a hand on the crotch. Two fingers slid into the sopping wet pussy with the thumb playing over the clit as she begun furiously fiddling herself. Her other arm supported her weight on her elbow, the hand seizing her tit and pushing it up to her face so she could lick the nipple.

‘I say, she is quite good at felatio.’ said Winston

Tracer heard but didn’t register what they were saying. The cute English lass bobbed her head on the ape’s cock, breathing through her nose as she mashed the head along her palate and in her cheek. She moaned around the cock, her tongue unable to make words as it stuck out to taste more of the muscled prick.

‘She is champing it.’ laughed Mercy

Tracer turned her head and went down, the head hitting the back of her mouth as her eyes slid open, looking up at Winston in a dazed sex craved gaze behind the orange visor and bangs that fell over her eyes. She swallowed the cock next, the long dick traveling down her throat. She gagged and retched but the fire in her loins spurred her downwards.

All she knew now was that her greatest desire was having something hot, hard and penis shaped inside her and right now only her mouth was open. A hand went down between her legs and palmed her groin, trying to stoke the flames in her pussy through the fibres of her body suit.

She wanted to free her breasts but didn’t have the manual dexterity at the moment to take the suit out from under the chest apparatus. She couldn’t just dump the apparatus either since she would probably blink out of existence. and right know she could not bear to be separated from the cock.

Both her hands continued working the fat meat stick as she fed herself. More of the huge penis stretched her throat, bulging out her neck as her eye started twitching. She needed relief more than she needed to breath and could feel the crotch of her suit dampening. Her head continued bouncing on the cock, taking more of it in as her long brown hair spikes danced around her head.

Winston was loving it apparently, making animalistic grunts and groans as he began thrusting his hips. The normally sophisticated simian scientist being reduced to a more feral state by the virus and Tracer’s mouth. As Tracer gagged, swallowed and retched, her throat messaging the cock in its tight confines.

She got half the dick in before bending down to get the dick over her, then with a thrust of her long legs got all the way up to the base. Winston’s legs buckled as Tracer’s nose hit the pubic bone, her eyes rolling up under the lids. She swallowed again and her neck veins bulged with the lump in her throat. Her hands now had no shaft to grab onto so the one that wasn’t palming her cunt was now playing with his balls.

She bounced on her knees, her delicious bubble butt on athletic thighs thrusted out as she throat fucked the very scientist who gave her the chest piece. Her face turned red with effort as she played with the dangling buts, fingers kneading the hard balls in the soft sack as if she could spur on cum production.

‘Mercy, our friend is bothered. Could you please help her?’ suggested Winston

She closed her legs and smiled before saying ‘I sure can.’

She slid from the counter onto her knees and crawled up behind Tracer and reached around her hips. She grabbed the fabric of the crotch between her fingers and pulled them apart. With great effort, there was a rip and then a tear. Pulling even more, she got them torn apart even more and then rippled the patch off entirely.

Under it was a lacey pair of silken panties, with embroidery and everything displaying the proud colour and symbol of the Union Jack. They were also soaked completely through. Tracer’s hand went back to it immediately, playing with the folds and clit behind the thin fabric as Mercy’s hand joined hers.

‘Wow Tracer, this is some pretty nifty lingerie, who you trying to impress?’ said Mercy into her ear

Winston had enough of Tracer’s loving mouth and throat, pulling out so Tracer can breathe again. He also really wanted to hear what she had to say about that. With a loud slurping sound, the long cock slid out and then she hacked, retching up all the built up spit, pussy juice and dick secretions that had filled her throat.

It took a little bit as she also fought for breath to refill her lungs. Winston’s cock arced upwards again, glistening in the light with all the Tracer spit as Marcy’s hands went around Tracer’s chest. Carefully, she undid the jump suit under the chest harness and pulled the fabric apart.

Once enough was free, she yanked them apart and her lovely C cups spilled out. She wore no bra as the harness usually supplied all the support her tits needed. Now free, the able to bounce unobstructed around the glowing chest piece.

‘What, I’m a patriot? Can’t I dress for me?’ she asked in a raw voice

‘Whatever gets you off darling.’ said Mercy as she rested her chin on Tracer’s shoulder and sank her hands into her tits

They both admired Winston’s enormous cock. The ape was on some constant flux between his normal eloquent and brilliant self and the feral state the sex amplifying air was resurrecting.

‘Did you get it out of your system Tracer?’ asked Winston

‘Mostly.’ she said, the ferocious dick sucking sating the initial burst of lust ‘I’m still burning inside.’

‘Been there sister,’ said Mercy ‘Winston was in his red ape form. We fucked it out of us, until you interrupted.’

‘It was the natural response to our sex starved states, and I dare say we enjoyed ourselves more than if we were just extraordinarily horny.’ said Winston

‘We will probably do this again. As an added bonus, he can’t get us pregnant.’ giggled Mercy as she continued jiggling her tits

Tracer had both hands on her cunny, one having slipped under the Union Jack panties and was probing her own furnace like depths.

‘Us?’ she asked

‘You can pretend you don’t want it. I did at first,’ she said while tweaking her perky pink nipples ‘but trust me. A fat dick is what you need right now.’

‘Is that your medical opinion?’ she asked with a scared laugh

‘Of course it is.’ Mercy said ‘I’ll be right here with you.’

‘But it’s so big.’ Tracer said, rationale returning to her head

‘You took it into your throat well enough. Winston will be gentle.’ she said

‘I promise, I’d never hurt you.’ he said

‘Okay then, fuck me raw primate.’ said Tracer

Mercy helped her up, taking a moment to smack her ass and grab the thick cheek while she was squatting and had it thrust out. She then guided her to another table. Tracer sat as Mercy cleared the back of it for them.

Any doubt that Tracer had vanished as she watched Winston approach, he was a cherished friend and ally, and had a raging hard on that she needed badly. Mercy widened the tear of her suit by tearing it more, exposing the whole crotch, inner thighs and a lot of the crack of her ass valley. She then pulled the panties to the side to expose her pussy. The lips were swollen and wide open with a distended clit, and a triangle patch of brown hair over it.

‘We really did try to warn you.’ sad Mercy

‘Yes. We were trying to fuck out what remained of the pheromones excitement in us, then you got it to.’ said Winston

‘yeah, my bad.’ said Tracer ‘but I’m not mad about it.’

Winston aligned the gleaming cockhead with her pussy, the tower of cock meat behind it.

‘Neither am I, though I never imagined our relationship would become this intimate.’ he said

Tracer was again incised by whatever was getting her bothered, the heat of his cock radiating into her cunt through the lips the mushy tip of the hard muscle rested on. The great ape was almost twice her size, but Tracer never shied away from challenges, and with the fog of the sex virus slowing her brain again, didn’t care.

‘Well then come on, ravage me.’ she said

‘As you say, the cavalry is coming.’

He thrust his hips and the fat fuck stick broke past her folds, plunging deep into the blast furnace of her bothered cunt. Tracer spread her legs even wider as her back arched, the massive cock thicker than anything she had ever put up there and pushing deeper too. Mercy laid alongside her and had a hand on her crotch, fingers and thumb playing with her clit.

He pulled back, allowing her to breathe again before thrusting once more. The heat of their sexes mingled and brought them both great pleasure, with her moist walls squeezing the invading member that pulsated with Winston’s sex charged heartbeat. Tracer slid a little along the surface, rotating her pelvis so her ass hung out as her legs went higher up.

Tracer’s eyes went wide as she gasped, the cock forcing the breath from her lungs as he pushed again. He had half the foot long dong in her and put his hands on her knees with her heels by her ass. He bucked again and drove, sliding ever deeper into her. Tracer’s head fell back as her spine arched, the cock pushing two thirds of the wat in.
A slight bulge appeared on her lower abdomen. Her stretched lips leaked juices down the curves of her ass as the blue cock drove further in. She looked at the hairy ape above her, his eyes going from analytical to sex crazed as his cock once again tasted the heat of a woman’s love tunnel.

Her body rocked as she was penetrated deeply, her cunt quivering around the pulsating rod. She began panting, having to swallow all the saliva that built up in there as her temp began to rise and she sweat in her jump suit. Mercy played with her tits bisected by the glowing chest piece, hands shifting the knockers around while she tweezed the nipples.

‘Good going Tracey, you got this.’ she said into her ear

With a roar, Winston drove in balls deep, his balls smacking her ass. Tracer wrapped her legs around the ape, the long limbs enough to wrap all the way around and dig the heels into the lower back. Her hands went to the arms he planted besides her chest on the table, having to hold onto something as she fought for breath. The foot of cock meat driving everything from in her and replacing it with its hard, radiating heated mass.

He began shouting and roaring, loosing himself in her. He bounced on his legs, the cock driving in and out of her with occasional squirts of displaced cunt juice. The balls slapped her ass with every down thrust and she reduced to a shaking hyperventilating woman.

‘Ah, ah, ahh, ah fuck- Winston! Winston!’ Tracer squealed ‘harder, faster, deeper, oh yes!’

‘I think she’s enjoying herself.’ said Mercy ‘I at least kept my cool the whole time.’

Even as he wrapped his hands around her narrow waist and was bucking with wild abandon, the thinking part of his brain was still in control.

‘You weren’t much better in those first few minutes. Humping my bulge as I struggled with the trousers, when I finally got it free you put most strippers to shame.’ he said

‘Oh Winston, that was supposed to be our memory.’ she said

Tracer began bouncing against him, using the recoil to return herself to a deeply penetrating position and her legs to keep her tight against the warm ape and his hot rod. Her tits glistened with sweat and her hair was wet with sweat, dripping onto her face and shoulders as she turned red with sexual frustration. As hard and well as the beast was fucking her, she needed more.

She spread her legs with into a vertical split, starting in a wide V and became a flat line as the ape drew in deeper. Her ass jiggled under her as well, with Mercy having to get out from between them due to how hard he started going. Winston’s eyes began going yellow and his whole body started glowing red, the great ape going into his HAM mode.

‘Ah god fuck me harder you ape! Give it to me love!’ she exclaimed ‘ooooh ah aha ahhh…’

With a crack, the table bent under them, the metal legs contorting under the stress of their weight and sex, then buckled. The ape landed on all fours with Tracer on her back, legs up and having clung to the simian.

Neither seemed to care even though Mercy felt a little bruised. She just watched while masturbating as the two went at it. Her ass and thighs wobbled with Winston’s frantic thrusts while the ape roared harder than Kong. Tracer’s head rocked around on the table, painting the surface with sweat using her hair as a brush. Winston’s hands pushed her down so she was Laying on her back instead of clinging to him and then seized her breasts.

They were smaller than Mercy’s and his large digits eclipsed them. He still played with the breasts around the humming blue chest piece he made for her. The large blue cock was practically sliding in and out now, she was so wet, and the juices clung to his fur and made her thighs and ass gleam.

‘Tracer! You’re so tight! So wet! More! Squirm under me!’ he roared

‘Fuck me rotten!’ she exclaimed ‘fuck em, fuck me fuuuuckk…’

Her eyes began rolling around as her face went flushed, tongue flopping out as she made failed attempts to speak. Her whole body convulsed, legs shaking around as they tried to cling to Winston while also falling apart into splits, her fine motor control lost.
She babbled and seized as she came, her cunt constricting almost painfully tight around Winston’s cock. The blue missile was as red as he was now, ready to burst at any moment but not stimulated enough. Tracer continued to writhe under him, arms falling to the sides as her breasts bounced free, almost knocked unconscious by the orgasm from their intense fucking.

When her legs fell apart too, the ape surged to his feet. With another loud slurp, the foot of dick meat was removed and an arc of clear juices spewed out. Tracer continued to seize on the ground with her arms and legs dead. Each contortion sent another stream of pussy juice flying into Winston, coating him with hot fluids.

‘Wow Tracer, you’re a squirter.’ said Mercy

‘More!’ roared Winston

Mercy looked at the brilliant scientist as he did his king kong chest beating, the foot of ready fuck meat glowing red in front of his body, and realized just how fucked she was.
‘Oh dear.’ she said, rolling over and trying to get away

The great red ape with his zapping yellow eyes charged her and pounced upon her. She was pinned to the ground on all fours by the primate and his cock returned to her cunt. Mercy’s eyes and mouth went wide open as she was once again stuffed with the simian’s megacock.

She had already forgotten how much she loved it. Even without the incensed feelings of lust and attraction, she could grow to love these hard fuck sessions. Winson was still in HAM mode, pounding her into the ground with his thrust as his balls swung around between their legs to smack her lit.

Her ass shuck with each thrust and reverberated down her thighs. Her body rocked on her hands and knees with her double Ds swinging around under her, smacking into her arms, each other and her face. The beautiful blond became as red and sweaty as Tracer was just now in moments, once again being used for the Ape’s pleasure as much as she was now using the Ape’s cock for hers’.

She bounced back against him and arched her back, pushing her ass into his hips as she turned her head back and squealed.

‘Ah fuck you beast! Oh god, give it to me!’

Winston just shouted his battle cry. One hand went down to smack her ass and the other reached over to pull on her hair, grabbing the long forelock that was usually off to the side of her head. Pulling her even more backways into a C shape, he was bucking wildly and his balls began clenching, drawing tight at the base. Mercy looked sideways when she felt a human hand squeezing her boob.

Tracer was still laying spread eagle on the broken table at her side in a puddle of sweat and girl cum. She was still red all over but coming down from her sex high.

‘Cheers love, I’m here for you now.’ she said as she squeezed the dangling boob

With a final thrust, he drove so hard Mercy’s slid forward and her back bent all the way. She felt the ape’s cum filling her womb, stretching the already pounded recess of her sex. The dick bulge in her lower abdomen became even bigger as he was filled with his genetically engineered spunk.

Winston gave a few more slow, powerful thrusts against her bent backwards form while the hand on her hair slid around to grab her other breast. Mercy’s eyes twitched as her mouth fell open, gasping as she came down from another orgasm that the filling of her cunt brought her.

Winston returned to normal, shrinking a little and the red vanishing from his body, eyes returning to normal. He realized he was possibly hurting her and let go, the blond flinging back down onto her hands and knees.

‘Oh, I am terribly sorry.’ he said

‘No one else is.’ said Tracer, still unable to move as her legs just twitched whenever she tried to move them

Mercy mumbled something as Winston pulled out, his deflating cock leaving a visible hole in her. The gaped cunt twitched as it tried to close against the cum and girl juices that pours from it. She squirmed around as the puddle between her legs grew, the ass reddened by the slapping against him.

‘Well then, I think we are all good now.’ said Winston as he put his glasses back on
The ape was the only one who could walk still but sore all over. Mercy and Tracer just laid in their disshelved state covered in fluids and laying in juices.

‘So I guess it worked, intense sex and orgasms cleared our systems.’ he said

‘I’ll say,’ said Mercy ‘though I wouldn’t mind doing it again.’

‘You can’t even move.’ said Tracer, looking at her friend

‘I know, sign of a great lay.’ said Mercy as she took her hand

There was a ding as the door buzzed.

‘Welcome Soldier 76 and D. Va.’ it chimed

‘No!’ they all exclaimed in unison as the vaccum seel was broken by the sliding open door

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