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Overwatch ENF: Doctor Knows Best
By : Meowshi
Category: +M through R > Overwatch
Views: 839 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: I do not own Overwatch or its characters, Blizzard Entertainment owns those rights. I am not making any profit from writing this. -
Chapter List
- 1-Prologue: Dubious Consent
- 2-Symmetra Comes Undone
- 3-A Disarming Demonstration
- 4-Symmetra's Shy Nipple
- 5-Symmetra Fills a Jug
- 6-Unveiling Symmetra's Hidden Nipple
- 7-Sweaty Symmetra
- 8-Symmetra's On-Screen Debut
- 9-Moira Caught with her Finger in the Pie
- 10-Symmetra Gets Nude for the Oasis Nightly News
- 11-Epilogue: "Imperfection Dematerialized!"
Epilogue
Moira sat calmly in the midst of her lab room, surrounded by cages filled with various exotic animals, each one carefully selected for its unique genetic makeup and potential for experimentation. Beneath her scalpel was the still-twitching corpse of a lab mouse, its patchy skin covered in unsightly red blemishes. She lifted a small recording device up to the twisted grin on her face, "This newly amplified strain of Miracidial dermatitis has demonstrated the ability to cross-contaminate across different species, thus indicating a high potential for it to be weaponized for biological purposes. Nearly ready to begin human trials."
The amoral geneticist leaned back in her chair with a look of self-satisfaction and reminisced about how easy it had been to manipulate Symmetra and discretely capture samples of her disease for future exploitation. Of course, she also reminisced about the way the pretty, dark-skinned woman had moaned underneath the care of her clever fingers. Moira couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret as she thought about the cure she had given to the woman, realizing that she would have loved to continue having Symmetra under her control.
"Maybe next time," she sighed wistfully.
The blaring whine of proximity alarms interrupted her pleasant thoughts and she shot up from her chair. She spun towards the wall of mounted security monitors to her right, looking for some sort of invading army to be infiltrating the secret Talon laboratory, but everything seemed to be quiet. "How strange," Moira mused as she got up to check in on her data-collection room, "Must be some sort of false alarm. Akande never pays for good technicians!"
As she entered the room, her amused expression turned to one of horror and her body immediately seized up as it was hit with several distinct pricks of pain. She collapsed onto the floor, writhing in excruciating agony as her eyes strained to make out the sight of three sentry turrets positioned at the entrance. The turrets were firing hard-light particle beams which mercilessly tore into her flesh, leaving her defenseless and vulnerable. She looked around at the data-collection room and saw that it was in disarray. Monitors were smashed, paper files were burning; all her research into Miracidial dermatitis was going up in smoke.
From the corner of her heterochromatic eyes, Moira caught a glimpse of a figure emerging through the haze. A woman materialized from a teleporter pad, donning a form-fitting blue dress with gold embroidery and high slits up the sides. Her flawless, nut-brown complexion glowed in the dimly lit room, unmarred by any blemishes or imperfections. The young female saboteur snapped a pair of medical gloves on her hands and advanced towards the writhing, cowering form of Moira.
"Greetings again, Dr. O'Deorain," Symmetra spoke with a conspiratorial look on her face, "I'm afraid I must request your presence again, and unfortunately, I can assure you that what I'm about to do to you will not be medically necessary."
The last thing Moira remembered before losing consciousness was the sound of her own fearful moans as she was dragged back towards the teleporter.
END
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