Chapter 20: High Flying [Pharah]

Summary:

Angela, with a new profession, finds out some information about Hana. When she returns home, some fun with Fareeha helps to brighten her sour mood.

It had been seven months since leaving Zürich, and Angela was happy. Living with Fareeha, she didn't worry about anyone bothering them since nobody wanted to cross the armored woman wielding a fucking rocket launcher, and it was sometimes fun to watch. She'd found a new job, something that wasn't even remotely close to her preferred field, but it was still enjoyable.

"Sarah!" she called, shaking her head at the blonde girl in her class that reminded her of herself. "Pay attention, little one."

"Ms. Ziegler, I'm not little. I'm fifteen," the girl said with a smile.

"And I'm in my thirties. You're little to me, dear," Angela said with a chuckle, shaking her head. "Now. Would you please read the next pages?" She scanned her class of students, having taken a teaching job that would keep her out of trouble. Yes, she was still scared that the other shoe was going to drop and that the UN would order her arrest, and it was a fear that had kept her up when Fareeha wasn't home.

Over the last months, she'd become used to not having days of boundless and unending sex, even though she missed her girls terribly. She finally answered the phone one afternoon about a month after leaving when Hana called her, and it wasn't a conversation she was ready for.

"Hello?"

"How dare you! You don't even have the balls to say goodbye to my face!?" Hana's voice screamed on the other end of the line. "Angie, you bitch!"

Angela sighed softly, setting her coffee down. "Hana, darling…I'm sorry. When I got the call from Fareeha, I didn't want to waste time. You were at your tournament and…I didn't want you distracted from that because of me. I know how important it was to you. How did that go, by the way?'

"I won. Seven hundred and fifty thousand Francs. Put it straight in the bank. But it doesn't excuse the fact that you didn't say anything face to face. I had to get that letter from Am élie…"

"Hana, I'm truly sorry, sweetheart. I wish I knew how to make that up to you," Angela whispered, tears falling down her cheeks. "If I could…"

"You could always come home," Hana said softly. "Please?"

"Sweetheart, you know why I can't do that. I already put you girls in enough trouble just by being with me. All of us are lucky that our respective governments haven't put out warrants for our arrests." Angela sighed, biting her lip. "Hana…please, do your best in your tournaments. I may not be there to cheer you on in person, but I do catch them on the television and the internet. I'm always rooting for you."

"Mmmhmmm…guess that'll have to be enough." The line went dead, and Angela shut her phone and set it aside before she folded her arms and buried her face in them, sobbing.

"Ms. Ziegler?" Sarah asked, catching Angela's attention as she broke out of her memories. "Are you ok?"

"Yes, Sarah. I'm sorry," Angela said. "Where did you stop?"

"I would kill the bastard Dracula. If it be possible." Sarah said.

Angela nodded, looking up as the bell rang to signal the end of the day. "We'll leave it there for today. Mark your places, and Monday, Siris will start with the next chapter. Have a good weekend," she said, watching her students leave. She gathered her things and walked out, heading to the teachers lounge to make a couple of copies, overhearing conversation as she walked n.

"You think that girl's gonna stream again tonight?" one of the women asked.

"Maybe. She's done four nights this week," the male teacher said. "Not a bad body for a nineteen year old."

"Seriously. Perky little tits," the female teacher said. "Heard she used to be part of Korea's MEKA Initiative. You ever focused on that tattoo on her thigh? The heart and the wings?"

Angela's attention was piqued when MEKA and an angel tattoo were mentioned, and she looked over. "What are you talking about?"

"Angela, hi," the male teacher said. "This streamer on Twatch, little Korean thing, can't be more then nineteen. Goes by "Naughty Angel" and does whatever the chat wants her to do. She's got this tattoo on her thigh, a heart and angel wings, some sort of lettering in the heart."

"Z.A." Angela sighed, her heart breaking as she clenched her fist. "Stands for "Zielger's Angels"…that streamer is Hana Song. D.Va."

The two teachers exchanged glances, the male smirking. "One of your little pets?" he asked.

"No! What happened with Hana, and all of the others, was a mistake. Something I did not intend to happen. I have said this in a dozen interviews and in testimony from the UN to the World Health Organization," Angela said.

"Sure, sure, whatever helps you sleep at night. You were probably sleeping with Talon agents to get them to—" the teacher said before getting punched in the mouth and knocked to the floor. "You fucking bitch!"

"I…did not…sleep with TALON at all! Amélie and Sombra were ex-Talon. Nothing that I did, from the initial experiment to the testing and the labs that I ran afterward, were intended to hurt anyone like I did. Fuck you, Herbert," Angela snapped. She looked at the other teacher. "Do you have anything to say, Marianne?"

"No, Angie. I think Herby here's just jealous you might have a bigger dick then him," Marianne said with a smirk.

Angela sighed, shaking her head before grabbing her things from the copier. "Tell the principal, I don't care. I'll make sure he knows that you were harassing me and making false accusations," she said, shifting her bag to her shoulder before storming out.

She made her way to her car, starting it and taking off. Weaving through traffic and not giving a shit about herself, Angela was fed up and already sick of the comments from the rude teacher. She pulled into the driveway of the house she was sharing with Fareeha, and she yelled as she slammed her fists into the steering wheel, screaming in anger and agony before collapsing against her seat. "FUCK!" she screamed. She got out and slammed the door, not caring that she left her schoolwork in the car, storming up to the house and opening the door before slamming it shut.

Fareeha looked out of the kitchen as steam filled the air, the sounds of sizzling coming from the skillets on the stovetop. She flinched, hearing the door slam. "Angela?"

"What?!" Angela snapped. She stopped, deflating as her arms wrapped around herself, fists clenching in the fabric of her sweater. "I'm…I'm sorry, Fareeha…I didn't mean that…"

Fareeha walked over, wrapping her arms around Angela and kissing her shoulder softly. "Talk to me, love," she whispered. "What happened?"

Angela melted against Fareeha, clinging against her. She told the younger woman what she overheard, and what happened afterward. "I punched him in the mouth. I'll be lucky to get to keep this job. After I worked so hard to…"

Fareeha sighed, rubbing Angela's back. "He deserved it. Provoking you like that," she said. "If it would make you feel better, we can always see what Hana's stream is? See if he's lying or telling the truth."

Angela looked up at Fareeha. "You'd do that?"

"Of course," Fareeha said, leaning down and kissing Angela softly. "I know she means the world to you, being the first of your group, and if it calms your mind, I'll watch with you."

With the decision made, Angela and Fareeha finished cooking together, making a meal that Ana had always made for Fareeha as a girl. After cleaning up and retiring upstairs in case things got fun, Angela sat on the bed, her back propped against the headboard and a pillow behind her, setting up an account for the website.

"Twatch? They aren't even being subtle," Fareeha chuckled, settling in beside Angela. Gone was the pilots' pants and shirt, replaced with a thin light blue negligee, ready at a moment's notice to have her fun with Angela. Since discovering Angela's cock, Fareeha hadn't been one to make a big deal about it, knowing the doctor had to have had a reason to experiment on herself, never once making Angela out to be the bad guy.

Angela chuckled, filling in her new username. "FallenAngel37," she muttered. With the acceptance of her name and password, she started to scroll through the list of streamers. "Fuck machines, double penetration, fisting…anal fisting. Yikes…be careful with that one. Food play? What the hell…? Oh, here we go. Featured."

"Why don't you just look up her name?" Fareeha asked, watching the images on the screen. "Wouldn't that make more sense?"

Angela nodded, biting her lip before tapping the search bar. "Naughty Angel." She tapped the first icon, bringing up the page. "Oh, Hana…"

The page was covered in Hana's usual flair of cutesy and funny images, but with a sexual twist. The bio described Hana's new profession with an air of anger and longing.

"Nineteen years old and up for anything. Former Pro Gamer and MEKA Pilot. Heartbroken at losing someone I loved, and this was the way I found to cure that. I'll do anything in the streams as long as you've got the coin to pay. GG Babes!"

"Wow," Fareeha said. "Losing you did a number on her."

"It wasn't easy to let her go," Angela said, clicking the livestream in progress. "Let's see how this goes."

Hana was laying on her stomach, a faint buzzing from behind her as she slowly rotated her hips. "Oh, big tip from SexyCowgirlDL. Ashe, I know that's you, babe! What do you got in store for me? For three hundred dollars, she wants to see me shove my biggest dildo up my cunt. You got it, baby!" She reached down and pulled her vibrator out, tossing it on the bed before rummaging on the floor and dragging out a six inch thick and foot long horse cock dildo, giggling as she kissed the head.

"This the one you want, baby? Oh, you know I love this one!" She set it up and set some lube around the shaft, stroking fast and getting ready. Standing up, Hana positioned her pussy over the head of the giant dildo, starting to slide down it. "Mmm….fuck yeah…"

Angela sighed, shaking her head and setting the computer to the side. She sat up and covered her face, shoulders shaking. "Goddamn it…" The sounds of Hana riding the toy filled the air, and she did her best to tune it out, but to no avail. "Fareeha, please shut it off…"

Fareeha nodded, exiting the window and shutting the laptop screen. She sat up on her knees and wiggled over, wrapping her arms around Angela's shoulders. "You could always call her."

"And have her yell at me again?" Angela asked. "I think I'd rather stand in a field and let Moira kill me."

"Angela!"

"It's true!" Angela said, pulling away from Fareeha. She stood up and faced her girlfriend, lip quivering. "I sent Hana down this path. I did things to those girls that I am not proud of. It took me six months. Six months to do what Talon spent years trying, corrupting Overwatch. First Hana, then Amélie, Lena and Emily, then I destroy Moira's mind raping her. Satya, Ashe, I let Brigitte fuck me. Sombra and getting used by Zarya in Moscow…and then learning that Mei was alive, getting sucked off by her in the jet. If I could turn things around, I would have never even tried this!"

She slammed her fist into the wall, wincing as she shattered a picture, glass falling to the floor around her foot. "Fareeha…I thought about killing myself," she whispered.

Fareeha, having been moving to get off of the bed, stopped as she slowly lowered her foot to the floor. "When?"

"The night I left Zurich to come to Vancouver," Angela whispered. "I wanted to open the door of the plane and let gravity do it's job. I was ashamed, heartbroken, ruined…all things I still feel. There's days I don't want to wake up. Days I want to get into an accident coming home and finally let the world be done with me."

Fareeha reached out and took Angela's hand, leading her away from the glass. She wrapped her arms around the older woman, resisting her attempts to struggle out. "Angela…it's natural to feel like that. You had everything you loved ripped away from you by an experiment that, for all purposes, succeeded. The one thing that did not get you sent to jail was that you didn't test on others. You did it to yourself. Unlike Moira who would have taken the chance to test on others. Just because it worked better then you thought, does not make you a bad person." She looked down and put her hands on Angela's cheeks, wiping her eyes softly. "You are still a good person. Even if you can't see it." She kissed Angela's forehead, smiling softly.

Angela sniffled and nodded softly. She nuzzled against Fareeha's neck softly, biting her lip as she felt her cock twitch. She sighed, her hands wandering down until they found purchase on her girlfriend's ass.

"Mmm…something you like, Angela?" Fareeha asked with a teasing smile.

Nodding, Angela looked up at Fareeha. "Well…you are wearing nearly nothing. And I'll be honest, even though I'm horrified at what Hana is doing, it was a bit hot. And I can't stop thinking about it," she said. She felt Fareeha start to grind against her, and she groaned. "Mmm…and I don't want you to stop…"

Laughing, Fareeha picked Angela up and carried her back to the bed, laying her down before climbing up. "Alright," she said. She hooked her thumbs into Angela's panties and pulled them down, the blondes cock popping free. "Mm..is that all for me?" She reached up and took Angela in her hand, stroking slowly.

"If you want it…" Angela said, moaning as she felt Fareeha start to slide her tongue against her cock. She gasped and moaned, watching Fareeha start to bob her head, and she whimpered softly. "Oh, god…"

Fareeha smiled, taking more of Angela's cock in her mouth. She closed her eyes and moaned, pushing until the head of the cock reached the back of her throat. Her eyes rolled back as she slid her hand down and teasing her own pussy as she kept sucking. Fareeha started to bob her head, moaning as she took more and more of Angela's cock. After a minute, she pulled back and gasped, licking her lips. "Fuck…I love that thing shoved down my throat…" She stood up and pulled her negligee off, her tits bouncing as she climbed up onto the bed, straddling Angela's cock. "Want to put it somewhere nice and tight, love?"

Angela put her hands on Fareeha's hips and nodded. "Yes, darling. Let's have fun," she said, pulling her girlfriend down and spearing her on the cock. Fareeha gasped and moaned, Angela giggling as she started to buck up into her girlfriend's cunt.

"Fuck…!" Fareeha moaned, rolling her hips against Angela's. She started to bounce against her girlfriend, licking her lips and groaning as she felt Angela plunging deeper into her. "Mm….oh, God…"

Angela smiled, gripping Fareeha's hips and watching her girlfriend bounce. She reached down and started teasing Fareeha's clit, feeling her tighten around the cock. "Oh…found a new reaction."

"Angela…" Fareeha moaned, rolling her hips against Angela's, trying to get as much cock in her as possible. "Fuck, fuck…" She started panting as her eyes closed, feeling her body tightening up. "I'm going to…"

"Do it," Angela whispered. "I want you to cum. Cum for me, love." She teased Fareeha softly, the younger woman moaning on top of her.

"Oh, shit…fuck!" Fareeha moaned, her eyes screwing shut as she came hard. Her pussy spasmed and fluttered around Angela's cock, and she bucked her hips slowly, riding out her orgasm. "Oh, God…oh, my God…"

Looking up at Fareeha, Angela smirked. "He'll have to wait His turn," she said, pushing her hips up into her girlfriend again. "Because I'm not done yet."

"Then finish," Fareeha said, licking her lips and slamming her hips down against Angela. "Flood me with your cum, my love." She kept rolling her hips, teasing the former doctor as she did. "Do it. I can feel you pulsing." She reached a hand behind her, palming Angela's balls and squeezing lightly. "So much cum built up down here. Give it to me."

Angela moaned as she pushed into Fareeha, groaning. "Mmm…!" she moaned, her body springing out as she felt herself start to cum. She pulled Fareeha down on her cock, flooding her girlfriend and whimpering as she did. "Oh, my God…"

Fareeha collapsed on top of Angela, kissing her neck softly. She was silent for a few minutes, enjoying the warmth of the cum inside of her before she sat up a little, facing Angela. "Now…I want you to do something tomorrow," she said. "Ok?"

"Mmm…what…?" Angela asked, tracing lazy patterns over Fareeha's thighs with her fingertips. "What?"

Fareeha put her hands on Angela's, forcing her to stop. "I want you to call Hana. Bring her out here. Just…for a day or so. It doesn't even have to be sexual. It could just be friends getting together." Even though she knew, deep inside, that she'd enjoy watching Angela rail Hana or even any of the other women. "Ok, love? Can you promise me that?"

Angela sighed softly, glancing at the computer on the bed and nodded softly. "Alright, my dear. I'll…call Hana tomorrow morning when I've had coffee and have her come out. But, if it turns into an all day fuckfest, you're getting tied to the wall and not able to touch because it'll be your fault."

"Long as you put a good vibrator in me, baby," Fareeha said with a grin.

The next morning, Angela sighed as she grabbed her phone and dialed Hana's number. She waited as it rang, tapping her nails against the cup on the table softly.

"Whoever this is, you better have a reason for waking me up! It is too fucking late! I will find you and shove a horse cock up your ass until it pops out your nose if you don't have a good reason!"

Angela giggled. "Oh, you wouldn't do that to me, liebling. Would you?"

"Angie!? What…what are you calling me so late for? Everything ok?"

"No, little one. It isn't," Angela said. "One of my colleagues found your stream and told me about it after a bit of asking. I wanted to see if you were ok."

"Angie, I haven't been ok since the day you left. You just…abandoned us. You abandoned me. Moira has threatened to kill you the moment she finds out where you are. You…you didn't love us anymore."

"Oh, darling, of course I loved you all," Angela said. "I always have. I always will. But what I had done to you all was unfair. I needed time to get my head on properly, and all of you needed space from me." She sighed softly, biting her lip. "Hana…this is a conversation I'd like to have face to face. Can you come to Vancouver and see me? Please?"

Hana was silent for a minute, and Angela checked to make sure she hadn't been hung up on. "Ok. I'll book a ticket when I get up in the morning. I'll leave a text so you know when I'm leaving and when I should arrive. Should I tell any of the other girls?"

"No. Not yet," Angela said. "I think I'll only be able to handle the conversation one at a time."

With the two content to talk for a while, Angela couldn't know the sinister things that were coming for her at the same time as Hana's arrival.