Chapter 1 - For Good Reason Too

"Merde...." Widowmaker sighs, firing a shot from her rifle from a window miles away from the mission currently happening that takes down a foe coming up right behind one of her crew. Such amateurs. Sloppy and certainly not acceptable for the likes of Talon. But that's what she got for drawing the short straw for when it came to taking out the new recruit crew for on-field training.

Continuing to watch them from afar, she ignored the rampant communication requests from them as they tried to fight deeper into enemy territory. Sure, she was meant to be training them. But she couldn't hold their hand the entire time. They needed to learn how to handle themselves when cut off from outside support.

She knew that they'd get through eventually. They were more well-armed and prepared. But even then, they were taking far longer than what was needed of them. Frustrating, to say the least, as she continued to watch and analyze from afar. Taking the occasional potshot here and there to cover them as they finally managed to break through their enemy's defenses.

"Finally...." Widowmaker sighs, although that feeling of slight relief is dissuaded when she suddenly hears a familiar warping sound, joined by the sound of quick footsteps. "No.... Why is she here?" Widowmaker thinks to herself, listening closer, realizing that the footsteps were coming upstairs to the apartment she was in. Perhaps if she acted quick enough, she'd be able to catch the annoying speedster off guard.

So, before the hero could catch her, she used her grappling hook to fire it and latch onto a nearby building ahead of her to pull herself over. However, just as she's about to do just that, she hears the apartment door suddenly shatter open, followed by the sound of more warping coming up right behind her. Just as she was free, a sudden tug on her ankle, which pulled her back halfway into the apartment, cut off her escape.

"Ello' Luv! Don't suppose you've got the door and window mixed up." The annoying chipper Brit remarks, already causing the assassin's blood pressure to rise through the roof, if that was even possible.

"Va te faire enculer! -Ah!" Widowmaker curses as she tries to pull herself free from the woman's grip, only to shout out in slight pain but more or less surprise as Tracer suddenly closes the window on her. Preventing her from leaving and causing her grappling hook, which was still trying to pull her toward the opposite building, to lurch her forward suddenly before suddenly locking in place, leading her to drop her rifle to the street down below.

"You've got to be kidding me." Widowmaker guffaws at the utterly confounding turn of events that led her to where she is now. However, her current circumstances were the least of her worries when considering the person now behind her who was presented with a perfect view of her large, plump rump. Something she quickly understood as she suddenly felt a hand slap her across the ass.

"There! Now that'll teach you for bein' a right pillok." Tracer remarks.

Their relationship was complicated, to say the least. Between the two of them. Tracer's attraction.... It was obvious from the very beginning when they first met to where they were now. And while she might've tried to be quite flattering with her various attempts of approach, Widowmaker never reciprocated, not in the least, which then led Tracer to become much more.... Forward. Case in point being where she was now.

"Agh! What do you want?" Widowmaker asks, turning around to face Tracer, who looks back at her smugly on the other side of the window.

"Oh, me? Nothin', just the harmony and happiness that comes with world peace. Along with, well, other things...." Tracer says as her eyes trail down Widowmaker's curvaceous body, stuck perfectly with half of her body outside a window. It was almost a dream come true for the likes of her as she looked deeper at the assassin's ass. Fuck, what a body. Toned, yet also fat and plump in all of those places that got her nerves standing on edge. But as she turns back to look at the angry face of Windowmaker herself, she can't help but ask, "You really stuck there?" 

"What the hell do you think?" Widowmaker snarled, her blue face almost growing a shade of red as she saw and heard Tracer stifle a laugh from leaving her lips before still letting it all out.

"Sorry, sorry." Tracer apologizes in between giggles. "It's just that, all the bickering and faffing about, and THIS is where you end up." 

"Cut me loose then, and I'll give you the woman that you remember." Widowmaker goads the Overwatch agent.

"Ah, luv, you might have a personality that leaves me longing and an ass to die for, but I'm not THAT stupid. Although," Tracer pauses before suddenly reaching out and tearing the bottom of Widowmaker's costume open, causing the once furiously composed assassin to jump as she feels a wave of cool air brush up against her ass. "Don't think I'm just about to pass an opportunity like this up." Tracer says, biting her lower lip as she feels her cock strain inside her jumpsuit.

All these years, and she was finally here. Countless times she had tried to sneak up on this ass, only for it to run away from her. And how here it was, right where she wanted it to be in all of its blue glory. She could die right then and there, and she'd be a happy woman. However, just looking at it, it was just the least of the things that she wanted to do.

"Your not serious." Widowmaker asks, voice mixing in a smidge of nervousness alongside the mass amounts of fear currently flowing through it.

"Oh, I am." Tracer says as she kneels down, getting her face up close to Widowmaker's crotch, letting her warm, hot breath waft over her entrance before reaching out and grabbing hold of her plump ass cheeks, squeezing them tightly between her fingers as her member strains even harder inside her outfit. "Don't mind if I grab myself a bit of a bite, luv?" Tracer asks, her mouth mere inches away from Widowmaker's pussy.

"Putain de pervers! Je vais te tuer pour ça!" Widowmaker tries to yell out in French, but her words are suddenly stifled over with a moan as the speedster shoves her face into her ass, her tongue quickly shooting outward as she begins to vigorously suck on Widowmaker's cunt. Causing slight twinges of pleasure, she was already feeling to spark into something even hotter as she squirmed even harder, even going so far as to try and kick back at the pervert currently eating her out.

But that ultimately does little to nothing in actually getting Tracer to stop as she sucks even harder on Widowmaker's crotch, digging her tongue as deep as it could possibly go. Finding that despite having cold skin, the assassin had quite a warm interior. Oh, this was going to be fun.

"Gah! S-Stop! Stop!" Widowmaker tries to shout, but her words land on deaf ears as Tracer's tongue continues to violate her. Wasn't she supposed to be a hero? She couldn't be doing something like this! Worst of all was the fact that it still felt good, quite good if she was being perfectly honest, as she felt her body unintentionally react to what was going on.

Pressing her face in deeper, Tracer's nose dug deep into Widowmaker's rear hole, something blue just like the rest of her body as she inhaled deeply at the almost sweet scent every part of her form seemed to have. Causing her to become more eager with her tongue as she slurped around the assassin's cunt, more than happily ingesting any fluids that might've oozed out of her cunt and taking the time to enjoy the sweet flavor of her honey as it made its way across her tongue. 

She was getting close, Tracer could tell. And she wouldn't be off in thinking that way as Widowmaker herself felt that unmistakable sensation begin to crawl its way out of her. No matter if she wanted it to or not.

This was going to happen. She was going to cum because of Tracer off all people. Thank God she wasn't currently monitored because she doubted she would ever hear the last of it from a certain hacker.

Another thing that made her grateful was the fact that the area around them was currently evacuated. The action now going on because of her crew causing the local civilian population to flee. However, it didn't stop her from feeling slightly nervous at being noticed by just some passerby making their way through and hearing her try to stifle her moans of pleasure that tore themselves out from her body.

However, with the moan that was about to leave her lips, she began to worry that it would've been easier said than done as Tracer finally did it. Her tongue flicks across her clit the right way one last time, pushing her over that strenuous and delicate edge. "Oooooooohhhhh!!!!" Widowmaker moans before using her free hand to cover her mouth, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes as she feels the pleasure wash over her.

At the same time, behind her, Tracer quickly opens her mouth wide as Widowmaker's pussy shoots out a small stream of fluid, which she happily catches into her maw.

Sweet and savory, just the type of flavor she was hoping for. For a moment, Tracer lets it sit in her mouth as she enjoys every part of its taste. She had come so far to get to this moment, and now here she finally was. Although, for what she was REALLY looking for, that was only half of the battle. What she was seeking was something she wanted to act on more than anything else, as she finally swallowed down the fluid, she stood back up and began to undo her uniform.

Back with Widowmaker, as the pleasure began to die down, the assassin let her arm go slack and fall to the side as she let out an exhausted huff. Merde, she was going to need to get plastered after this and rethink how she went about a few things. Most importantly being, her finally removing this little speedy violater from the picture. All she'd needed to do was just get free, and then she could turn things around.

Looking over, she checks her grappling hook once again. Yep, still locked in place. Of all times for it to break. Although, as she looked over at the building its hook was still attached to, an idea began to form. Maybe she could.... Oh, God! What the fuck was that?! Widowmaker jumps as she feels something large and bulbous press into the entrance of her soaking-wet pussy. No, that couldn't be!

"Suprise, luv! Been packin' this toy away for bloody ages, waiting for the chance to go to town on this beaut. So I hope you don't mind if I'm a little backed up." Tracer says as she gets ready to penetrate.

As the pressure begins to build her pussy, the assassin scrambles now more than ever, free hand lashing around, trying to find some sort of escape measure or leverage to get herself out from where she was. But it was all useless. "Don't! -Gah!" Widowmaker tried to yell, but it was too late; due to her previous teasing, the amount of effort it took for Tracer to force her way in there was almost minuscule as the speedster didn't waste any time in thrusting herself all the way forward inside of the assassin's blue folds until their hips met with a noticeable smack. The head of her cock pressed up against the entrance to her womb before she began to slowly pull herself back, retracting her hips far enough until only the head remained inside of her, to which, with another slam of her hips, she forced her way back down forward.

Oh, God! She was inside her. She was actually inside her. Widowmaker would've thought even deeper about that fact if it wasn't for her train of thought being constantly derailed every time Tracer surged her hips forward and speared her cock all the way through her folds. The strength she once had also slowly being sapped away from her at the same time as the speedster holds nothing back in going to town fucking her. "Merde! Get it out! It's too big! You're going to split me in half!" Widowmaker yells.

"Aw, luv! Don't tell me you haven't been needin' a proper shaggin' for a while now." Tracer chuckles back in between grunts as she enjoys her prize. Feeling every twitch and tremor of the warm, wet, and, most of all, tight pussy, her cock now found itself lodged deep inside.

She just felt like she could keep going all day! Seeing Widowmaker's big blue butt ripple with every thrust dealt into it. At the end of everything, she wanted to make it a memorable experience for herself and Widowmaker. For a bitch with a stick stuck so far up her ass, Tracer was actually genuine in her belief that the cold assassin needed a good and proper fucking. Something that would stay with her throughout their experiences going up against each other in the future. And you know what? The Overwatch agent couldn't wait.

Looking down at her chest, however, and noticing her chronal accelerator, the agent of justice suddenly got herself an idea. Emily never went for it. Citing it as being too rough. But since Widowmaker wasn't exactly able to argue, what's the worst that could happen?

"Ngh, Alright, luv! Let's see what I can do with this." Tracer grunts as she reaches a hand toward and begins to fiddle with the device. She was curious and plenty excited about the proposition as she activated it, causing her to feel those familiar plumes of power echo throughout her frame as she began to speed up, first getting to her maximum speed and then going beyond even that. "Oh God, yeeeeesssssssss!!!!" Tracer moans loudly as her hips literally become nothing but a blur of movement as she endlessly pounds at Widowmaker, who, in turn, is almost instantly overwhelmed with pleasure. 

"N-No! S-Stop!" Widowmaker screams, her legs going weak beneath her, but she's kept on her feet by the volley of thrusts Tracer throws into her as she just goes faster and faster and faster. "Fuuuuuuuuuck!" She screams, her clit almost feeling like it was being battered every time the speedster threw her hips forward and caused her thick, cum filled balls to come colliding up against it. Pushing her further and further until.... "STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!" Widowmaker screams, no longer caring about who might hear her as it finally happens, her pussy explodes into a fountain of fluids that spray out against the Overwatch agent's crotch, coating it.

Everything that Widowmaker had been put through, her past, the treatments she undertook to make her the monster that she was now, that was all nothing in comparison to how far she was actually being pushed right then and there. Her mind itself was practically fuzzy and blurry, with nothing but arousal being at the forefront of all of it. And it continued to grow, all thanks to Tracer, who kept going. Harder and harder, faster and faster, by the second. Her body shouldn't even be able to take such a deluge of thrusts aimed up at her. Hell, even the window she was stuck halfway out of seemed to be just about to break due to the forcefulness of Tracer's fucking.

But for the speedster herself, she was focused solely on one main thing. That being, fucking. Widowmaker considered herself a monster, devoid of any humanity she might've once had for how she was as a person and what she did, but the thing now behind her, the once hero of justice, she was genuinely scared of her as she grunted and groaned, growing ferocious beyond anything normal she was.

And Widowmaker had to take it all as she felt her once pristine inner folds be reshaped and molded to fit the size and shape of Tracer's cock. It should've horrified her. It made her almost want to vomit. And yet, her mind was long gone at that point. Body covered in a thin layer of sweat, she was left to simply just scream out in reluctant pleasure and arousal every time Tracer brought her body up against hers.

She was going to kill her. She was. There was no any other way of looking at it. Widowmaker was going to die from being fucked from Tracer. Heck of a legacy to leave behind, and then to have that be the final thing that ends up taking her out. Not some powerful enemy or foe, but the cock of one of if not the most annoying person she ever met. 

But before those thoughts could come true, Tracer screams herself before lurching her body forward before she finally begins to finish. The cum shot out of the head of her cock, flying out at a speed that matched the pace of thrusting, causing Widowmaker to flinch and groan while her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

"Nghoooooooooooh!" Tracer cries out happily as her cock continues to fire. Not slowing down for a single second as she's finally able to pump cum into one of her closest, most wanted targets out there. 

"Merde...." Widowmaker moans tiredly as the flow of cum finally begins to subside. It was finally over. After everything.

Just then, however, she felt something around her waist, the window, it was loose! "Putain enfin...." The exhausted assassin mutters under her breath before reaching over and grabbing hold of the grappling hook. And then, with a strong tug, using the last of her energy, she pulls herself forward, and surprisingly, she pops free and quickly begins to fly toward the building.

"Oy! Luv! We aren't done yet!" Tracer yells out after her as she begins to chase, causing Widowmaker to feel the already deep pit inside her stomach grow even deeper. Now that she was free, she had to contend with the objective of simply escaping the speedster.

As for the mission and her crew? Fuck it. Everything had already gone more than tits up, and she just needed to get out of there. Still, she was happy nobody was there to see what happened. But even then, she knew the scars would still remain, at least the ones on her dignity.

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Back in the apartment, all seems still until a purple shadowy figure decloaks herself while standing in the corner of the room. A smile on her face as she makes her way over to peer out the window to see Widowmaker and Tracer, now far off in the distance. "Gracias 
Pervertida." The Talon hacker smiles, reaching down to project a screen from her wrist which depicts the Overwatch hero fucking her fellow ally.

"For the opportunity of a lifetime." Sombra goes on to say. A hefty bulge in the lower half of her suit. In time, she would use the material to blackmail the hero if she could. But more than anything else, she was interested to see what Widowmaker thought of the footage. Since, like the speedster currently chasing her, Sombra herself had eyes on her ass for a while now.

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Howdy Doody!~ Always saw that in futa stories revolving around Widowmaker and Tracer, Widowmaker always tended to be the dom. So I figured in this case, I'd switch it around. As for that last part, consider it a little teaser for part two of this little thing I've got going on.

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