Cheers Love, the Cock's here
Searching through the pile of tapes at his desk, Doomfist found one marked with the date after the compound had been bugged. Upon insertion of the tape, his widescreen TV began to display some sort of warehouse, the floor made out of wood and the walls wooden. A barn, he decided. Fast forwarding through hours of blank footage he quickly set it to normal speed as two figures entered the room, one blonde, one brown haired. Doomfist laid back in his chair and loosed his trousers in anticipation.
"See Angela, all private love, no need to worry". The speaker was a short girl, her voice displaying a clear East End London accent, with spiky brown hair bobbing atop her head. She was wearing a t-shirt and panties, looking like she had just gotten out of bed, but was clearly full of energy, bouncing around excitedly as she talked.
"I…I still don't know, Lena. The only other times I've done…this…its been in the middle of nowhere on a farm with only a farmer who wouldn't tell anyone. If someone walked in…a guard…anyone…It could be the end of our careers". This voice was soft and gentle, the voice of an angel, the owner standing a good head taller than her companion, with long flowing blonde hair let down over her shoulders. She was clothed in her battlesuit, a form hugging bodysuit, mostly white with orange accents, and two large wings fluttering behind her.
"It'll be fine babe, the doors are locked and everyone else is asleep. Now you just stay right here" she motioned to a spot in the middle of the room "Close your eyes and wait, I'll bring you your date." At this Tracer bounced back out of the room, leaving Mercy alone, waiting nervously, adjusting her outfit. The camera watching her picked up every movement, it was clear that she was excited, her breath was quick, her breasts heaving inside her suit.
Doomfist leaned in closer, taking in all of the Swedish nurse's beauty. Her nipples were clear to him and he untucked his fat black cock from his pants, slowly beginning to stroke it to the fair blonde bombshell. He watched Mercy standing there for a good couple minutes, before the doors opened once more and Tracer entered, followed by…the biggest horse the boss of Talon had ever seen. He sat back once more, cock still hanging out, and watched with interest.
Tracer led the huge black stallion over to her friend, halting him before he got too close. "Open wide love, I've got a treat for you!" Mercy obeyed, opening her mouth to reveal her spacious throat. Tracer reached underneath the horse and ran her finger across the tip of his cock, making him whinny and stamp gently. She raised her finger, soaked in horse precum to her friends' mouth, and slid it inside, Mercy swallowed the whole finger and sucked it slowly, relishing the taste.
"You didn't! Is that Jackson? Oh, Tracer you wonderful thing!" Mercy's eyes sprang open with wild lust, having recognised the taste of the first horse she ever played with. "It is, oh how fantastic, thank you my friend." She planted a cum infused kiss on her friends' lips, which Tracer leaned into happily. What began as a mere peck on the lips devolved into frantic kissing and making out, lips mashing and Tracers hand creeping beneath Mercy's thighs.
"Ah! Don't spend all your energy on me!" The sprightly Brit beamed and motioned towards the horse, bringing her fingers soaked with pussy juices up to her waiting mouth. "Mmmf" she moaned and licked them clean, smacking her lips, then watched as her friend made her way over to the waiting horse.
"Jackson I…I missed you…I...oh fuck it I can't wait a second longer". At this she dived beneath the horse's legs, sniffing all the way up his shaft until she reached his balls, which she could barely hold in two hands. The musk was driving her wild, she could barely think, her nostrils consumed by the primal scent of horse cum churning inside the two large sacks. She ran a tongue over them, tasting how sweaty and dirty they were but loving it all the same.
Her hands roamed freely over the underside of the stallion, flitting over the giant cock which was slowly growing larger at her touch, but also stroking his chest, revelling in the pure strength in the animal's body, in awe at the sheer masculinity. Tracer giggled at her friend and mimed to her to pull her suit open.
In a lust filled frenzy, Mercy ripped her suit wide open, the wings falling to her sides. Her tits were magnificent, large bouncing orbs easily the size of melons, they hung from her chest as she kissed up the horse's shaft, slurping noisily, loving the heady scent that filled her brain. She was so cockdrunk that she didn't even notice her friend wriggle her out of the rest of her suit, leaving her naked, her pussy hair shaven down to a small blonde strip above her cunt.
Mercy was so absolutely soaked in her own juices that Tracer couldn't help but help clean her up. Starting with a few tentative licks, she began to eat out her friend ferociously, her tongue roaming over her partners clit eliciting a moan from Mercy who was suckling the horse cocks head.
With a small pop the flared tip of the giant slab of meat disappeared into Mercy's lustful mouth, already a few inches had vanished into her hungry throat. Tracer took this opportunity to move her tongue upwards and to begin licking out her friend's asshole, running her tongue round the inside of her ass, loving the scents and flavours that were flowing across her tongue. She loved this, letting go of the public image people had of her and just being the lust filled, lezzie slut she knew she was.
By this point Mercy was struggling, her throat bulging, filled with sweaty horsecock meat. Her eyes slipped from mad desire into a focused bliss, and her hands massaged her throat, taking a full 12 inches of the coke can thick dick into her throat. Precum and spit was flowing freely between her lips and the cock, but slowed to a halt as a vacuum seal was created, Mercy's lips so tightly wrapped round the massive amount of cock.
Tracer looked up and gasped for breath, taking in the sight of the horsecock disappearing down the angelic whore's throat. She raised a hand to the back of Mercy's head and helped push her down, loving the shock on her friends face turn to bliss as her eyes crossed and the rest of the cock slipped down her throat. The brunette peered round at her partners chest and cooed at the bulge travelling down her throat all the way between her tits down to her belly.
"How's it feel love?" She chirped "You loving that cock you beautiful beast whore?" When Mercy tried to reply, it only came out as a mumble around the cock. "What's that? Gonna have to speak up babe, can't hear ya!" Mercy attempted again but gagged violently as she failed to speak. Tracer let a cheeky grin spread across her face, quickly pumping the cock and foldling the balls that lay over the pair. With only a small grunt from the horse above them, the cock contracted and the balls pulsed, spurting a monumental amount of cum down the Swedish nurse's thoat, her belly rapidly expanding to make room for the massive amount of liquid she was swallowing. Falling down and letting the cock slip out of her body, alongside a healthy dose of spit and cum Mercy collapsed back into the lap of her slutty friend, cum dribbling from her mouth and nose.
"I…gack…I love horse cum." A blank vacant look came across her face as the cum began to settle inside her. Tracer planted a soft kiss on her head and looked wistfully at the dangling cock. "Just wish I could play too, but y'know Emily would kill me if she found out." Looking back at her cumdrunk friend she was surprised when Mercy engaged her in a deep kiss, sharing cum between them, filling her mind with the heavy smell of horsecum.
"I won't tell" was all Mercy could manage before burping up another load of cum which dribbled down her bare chest. Tracer still had reservations but allowed her friend to pull off her top and wriggle her out of her panties. Now naked, her small chest in stark comparison to her partners gigantic tits, she allowed Mercy to position her on all fours underneath the beast.
Doomfist watched this all with shock at the extent of their actions tinged with the thrill of victory. Not only were the two most beloved members of Overwatch both massive horsecock sluts, but Tracer, the LGBT icon was betraying her morals and her girlfriend in order to serve this stallion. His cock, fully erect was leaking precum, he considered asking Moira to return but decided to wait out the rest of the tape.
"Are…are you sure about this?" Tracer said. "Only..I'm not sure I'm big enough to ta….AAAAHHHHHH!" Her scream was loud enough to make Mercy jump backwards and giggle, watching her friend dangle, impaled on the horsecock almost all the way, her belly bulging outwards displaying the flared head of the cock clearly pressing through the skin of her stomach.
"Hold on pet, you'll love this." At this Mercy took her discarded suit and having removed the wings, knotted it into a rope, wrapping it over the horse, tying the impaled Tracer to the underside of the horse. Tightening it the tiny Brit was hosted off the ground, suspended under the stallion, fully stuck on the cock, with every little movement she shuddered at the sensations running through her body.
Mercy gently planted a kiss on her nose, observing her crossed eyes and babbling talk. Clearly taking all that cock in one go was enough to shatter Tracer's mind, she was completely a slave to horsecock for now, given rest she would recover, but that was the last thing on Mercy's mind. She mounted Jackson, leaning over so her mouth was next to his ear, and gave a sharp smack to his behind to spur him into motion.
While the rippling muscles underneath Mercy's nude body were enough to bring her to a long gentle rolling orgasm atop the stallion, Tracer's body was facing far more abuse. With every step the horse took she was rocked from having the cock almost leaving her pussy, the wide tip sucking at her entrance threatening to slip out, only to slam back into her, shaking her whole body in pleasure.
After a couple of laps Mercy attempted to turn, which she managed successfully, but with a severe result. The tip of the cock which held Tracer in place underneath slipped out fully on the turn, only for the tiny girl to drop enough that when the cock slammed back into her body, it fully sheathed inside her asshole. At the smaller girls moans of pain and pleasure, Mercy dismounted, bringing Jackson to a stop, worried for her friend. She untied the harness and let Tracer drop to the floor, slowly sliding off the horsecock, inches at a time slipping out of her asshole, clearly the horse had came upon entering the tight ass of the time travelling Brit, cum was leaking and running down her body, she was covered in it almost head to toe.
Mercy laid her friend's head down, worried that she had gone too far. Her medical training never covered an event like this, Tracer wasn't even breathing. Desperate, she leant over her and began to blow air into her lungs. Nothing. Only a strangle gurgling sound. As a last resort, Mercy went to give chest compressions, laying her hands over her friend's small tits and pushing down hard. AS she did this, an eruption of cum exploded from Tracers mouth, pussy and asshole, fountaining and spraying across the floor.
Tracer gathered her breath and sat up, dribbling cum all over, the horse lust slowly disappearing. Mercy took the little girl in her arms and held her close, laughing as Tracer playfully suckled on her nipples as she lay in her lap.
"Well, that was an experience, eh love?" Tracer managed to exclaim. Mercy just laughed and continued to cuddle her friend close, while the horse wandered around them, cock spent, balls drained, tip drizzling cum still over the floor. The two lay there and held each other for hours, exploring each other's bodies, until the crack of dawn was visible and they headed out to hit the showers and sleep.
Doomfist smiled, his softening cock drained to the sight of the two white beauties turning themselves into animal cockwhores. He had never suspected it to be this easy, that the key to destroying Overwatch lay within it's members lust of beast cock. He turned to the pile of tapes still remaining on the desk. Which next?