Bastion beeped and booped his way into existence in the defensive spawn room of Volskaya Industries. He clanked forward for a few instinctive steps before stopping. Bastion made a puzzled whir as he noticed the Symmetra teleporter in the spawn room. He pulled up the team rosters. Symmetra was absent on both teams. Bastion backed away from the mysterious teleporter with slow, circular steps.
Suddenly, a flash of yellow shot from his arm. Ganymede flew through the blue field and vanished in a burst of blue light. Bastion beeped concernedly as he rumbled after his only living friend.
Bastion felt overheated before he could see the room on the other side of the teleporter. His vision rebooted, and he saw beams of pink light targeting him from all angles. Bastion beeped desperately and fired his assault rifle in hopes that it would destroy the turrets. Bastion stopped shooting. He had never seen pink turrets before. Checking his HUD, Bastion noticed that he was still at full health. Still, Bastion felt strange. He didn't know what he wanted, but he knew that he wanted something that he had never wanted before.
Bastion locked his servos as Symmetra entered the small room where she built the teleporter exit. She wore her usual uniform, but she wore less of it. Bastion analyzed the structure of her face. His algorithms concluded that she was a 9/10 without that stupid fucking transparent Wonder Woman mask she wore in combat. Bastion was confused. He wanted to interact with Symmetra, but that desired action wasn't to shoot her. He didn't know what he wanted to do. Symmetra tapped her mechanical fingers against Bastion's chest plate. He ground his shoulder motors as she opened his configuration menu. Symmetra scrolled past the recon, sentry, and tank configurations before creating a new blank configuration. Bastion's body stopped making the tiny movements that made him seem alive as Synmetra uploaded code to his drive.
When Bastion could move again, he noticed a new configuration next to his ultimate. It was configuration: Stud. Bastion activated the new configuration cautiously. He jumped back as his turret swung down from his back and fell between his legs to make it become a robo-dong. Symmetra smiled slyly as she turned around and lifted the tail of her long, blue dress. Bastion analyzed her ass. He followed its full curves to the hole between the two round halves. Bastion beeped and placed his turret at the precipice of her ass. Symmetra felt the cold steel penetrate her as Bastion slid his turret inside her ass. She could sense how it pushed her organs to the side as it entered deeper.
Bastion spun his turret gently. He felt Symmetra's insides rub against his turret as it spun faster. Symmetra braced herself against the wall as her moans increased with Bastion's faster speed.
Bastion spun his turret up to full speed. Unfortunately for Symmetra, the friction from high speeds melted the slick coating that her diet gave the walls of her colon. Bastion's turret found grip on her intestine, and Symmetra's body spun around with the turret as it grabbed her from inside. As Bastion's turret reached maximum stimulation while Symmetra's body whipped in circles, his sentry configuration instincts activated. He unloaded a stream of bullets into Symmetra's ass. The shots tore through her body and exited her head in a sloppy read stream. After the wall had recieved several coats of blood, the force from the bullets pushed Symmetra's corpse off of Bastion's turret. Bastion whirred and returned to his recon configuration. Ganymede landed in his shoulder. Bastion whistled the theme from GTA:San Andreas. Pimpin' wasn't easy.