The Sim - Overwatch Ch. 03

Note: I kinda dropped the first-person/Sim aspect to these stories. All anal as usual. Two long stories and one short one. The Widow/Sombra section is more light-hearted than the rest for the most part. Also, I know it has continuity issues, but just don't worry about it. The Moira section involves unrealistic, large and deep insertions. The short Widow story at the end was just something unconnected I wrote based on an amazing animation by Yeero.

~ Ashe

Ashe was glaring at me across the table, looking absolutely livid. She had every right to be. The last time we saw each other, I had crashed her heist, taken out her gang and Bob, stolen her bike and tied her up. It wasn't long before the authorities caught up with her. She wasn't happy at all seeing me again.

"McCree," she ground out.

"Ashe," I nodded back.

"What are you doing here."

"Well, when I heard you'd got yourself caught-"

"That was you're damn fault McCree! If it wasn't fer you stickin' your stupid nose in I would've been fine. Damn you McCree!"

"Well, let's not split hairs, the fact is, you're caught and I might be the only friend you got here."

Ashe had nothing to say to that, but a lot more glaring to do.

"Well," I said, ignoring her glare. "That's why I'm here. Jack's got it in his head you might be a good addition to the team despite my advice. So, Overwatch is willing to bail you outta this situation you-"

Ashe made a choking, outraged sound that cut me off.

"-That I got you in. The authorities have agreed to hand you over to us, if you agree to work with us."

Ashe paused bewildered. "I cannot believe the nerve of you McCree," she said shaking her head.

"So, is that a yes?"

"I'm gonna get you for this McCree, if it's the last thing I do... Fine, I'll join your boy scouts."

~~~

"So, uh, just so you're prepared, you should know things have changed a little at Overwatch."

"What, you get new curtains?" Ashe replied sarcastically.

"Not exactly. Mercy's got us on a new teambuilding regime. We're a lot more... closer these days."

Ashe snorted. "So you sing kumbaya around the holofire every night?"

Tired of her attitude, I decided on honesty. "No, mostly we just fuck each other a lot more."

"What?" Ashe said, with a dumbfounded expression, proving I made the right choice. I couldn't help but laugh at the sudden change.

The expression was wiped away in an instant and replaced with a familiar glare as soon as I burst into laughter.

"Go to Hell McCree."

"Well, don't say I didn't warn you."

~

I took Ashe into a meeting room with Jack where she was debriefed on what her duties now involved and how she'd be integrated into the team. Unfortunately, none of the girls were around so Ashe still thought I was lying about earlier.

I gave Ashe the tour and showed her to her quarters. Through it all, it was easy to fall back into the old rhythm of things despite not seeing each other in so long. So I chanced it.

"Hey Ashe," I said, as she was sorting her things. "How about we have some fun? Just like old times."

Ashe threw back her head and barked out laughter. She stalked up to me, wiping the tears out of her eye before giving me the bird. "In your dreams McCree," she said as she slammed the door in my face. Yup, she was definitely still ticked about the bike.

~

The next morning I found Ashe in the gym bright and early.

"Mornin' Ashe," I said.

She didn't reply except to give me a cold stare. Though thankfully she wasn't still so mad she immediately left the gym, she still stayed far away from me. We worked out quietly together for only a little while before the team's resident fitness nuts joined us. Pharah, Brigitte and Zarya walked in together like they always did for their morning workouts.

Pharah and Brigitte had gone over to the squat racks and were piling the weights onto their bars. Ashe ignored them for the most part, up until she saw what Zarya was doing. She did a double take when she saw Zarya take a trio of dildos out of her duffel bag and immediately went slack jawed. I couldn't help but laugh to see that dumbfounded expression on her face for the second time in as many times. It wasn't something I got to see often on Ashe, as cocksure and severe as she was.

She immediately snapped her head to face me as soon as she heard me start laughing. "Oh very funny McCree. How the Hell d'you talk them into this," she asked accusingly.

I shook my head. "Darling you got it all wrong," I said, pointing back at my teammates.

Zarya handed two of the toys over to the girls while keeping one for herself. Hers was obviously the most ridiculously sized one, followed by Pharah and finally Brigitte's whose toy was a far more reasonable and realistic size. The trio stripped out of their sports shorts and brought over three short stools for themselves. Ashe watched with saucer wide eyes as the girls attached their toys to their stools with the suction cups on the bottom.

Zarya waved the other two over to watch while she demonstrated the proper technique to use so they wouldn't hurt themselves. She'd recently taken on the role of personal trainer for the other two girls. Except, she wasn't helping them with strength training, it was size training; she was training them to take toys as big and as deeply as she could.

With practiced ease, Zarya hefted her bar off the rack and set the weight down on her shoulders before squatting down and impaling her ass on the monster toy. Pharah watched with jealousy as the larger Russian woman easily swallowed inch after inch while Brigitte frowned in concern. Within moments, the massive toy that looked like it was twice as big as I was settled in Zarya's guts. It was large enough that it was jostling things out of the way and leaving a very distinct, bulging outline snaking up Zarya's stomach. The Russian woman though barely seemed bothered by the demolishing toy inside her and just smiled confidently at the reaction from the other two.

Ashe made a choking sound and looked over at me. I shrugged. "I tried telling ya."

With their exercises explained to them, Pharah and Brigitte went to their own racks and started trying it themselves while I went over to Ashe.

"You don't worry about that. Pharah's just ambitious and Brigitte's just doing this for Rein's sake. Nobody's gonna force that, or anything on you, so relax Ashe."

"The teambuilding?" Ashe sputtered.

"Is opt in," I finished, reassuring her. "It's got nothing to do with the deal you made."

Ashe visibly relaxed and let out a breath.

I left her alone to process what just happened, but mostly so I could get back to watching the show the others were putting on.

"Let the weight do the work," Zarya instructed. "And if it doesn't push you down all the way, add more."

I saw her dildo wasn't on her stool anymore. Despite the suction cup, she'd forced it so deep into herself that her insides had a better grip on it and had pulled it free. Only the base of the toy was visible from between Zarya's well-toned ass cheeks as she circled the other two. Not that she seemed to notice. She strolled around as if there wasn't a giant dildo up her ass bulging out her stomach.

Brigitte was struggling more than Pharah was so Zarya 'helped' her by pressing down atop her shoulders, forcing the poor girl down onto the toy. The Swede groaned as the toy buried itself deeper but tried her best to take it. Seeing how much trouble the smaller girl had, Zarya only demanded 30 squats from her, though she demanded a full hundred from the Pharah.

Happy with the two, Zarya went back to doing her own set, pulling her toy out casually and setting it back on her stool.

Brigitte was the first to finish and gratefully pulled herself off the toy finally, racking away the bar.

I went over. "When Reinhardt finds out you went through all this for him, I think the old guy'll have a heart attack."

Brigitte wiped the sweat from her brow before giving me a warning look. "He better not find out early McCree, I want this to be a surprise."

I held up my hands. "Hey, hey, what's with all the suspicion, I was just saying he'll be happy is all."

Brigitte narrowed her eyes but her look softened. "I hope so," she said. Finally flicking her gaze down, she noticed the raging hardon I was sporting. "I hope you're not planning on my ass, I'm still sore down there."

"Wouldn't dream of it darling," I lied. "Throats fine by me."

Brigitte sighed but opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue for me all the same. I slowly slid my pole into her offered mouth until it hit the back of her throat and made her gag. But just as I was starting to enjoy Brigitte's throat, I was snapped out of it by an outraged yell off to my side.

I turned around and saw Ashe staring at me furiously. Funnily enough I'd forgotten about her and assumed she'd left, but apparently she'd stayed and watched everything I had for some reason.

"Uh, something the matter Ashe?" I asked, feigning innocence while balls deep in Brigitte's mouth.

Her eyes darted between me and Brigitte once, then lingered on my cock for long moments before she grit her teeth and stomped off.

"What was that all about?" Brigitte asked. At least, I think that's what she tried to ask, it sounded less coherent coming from her mouth.

I shrugged and went back to using her throat to get off with.

~

The pattern repeated itself several more times, with me using one of the girls around Ashe and her stomping off after I pretended to not know what was wrong. She finally snapped when she saw me zipping up after I'd finished in Tracer's throat right outside her quarters. She grabbed me by the arm and hauled me back into her room.

"Damn you McCree! What do you think you're doing?" she said, her voice low and dangerous.

"Teambuilding."

She let go of my arm and turned away. "It's not funny Jesse."

She hadn't called me that in a long time. "Don't tell me it's actually bothering you."

"How could it not?!" she suddenly yelled, turning back to me.

"Because if I remember right, when we split, you said you'd put a bullet in me the next time we saw each other, and then you did."

"I didn't mean anything by it, you know that," she said waving it off.

"Sure didn't feel that way to me," I said rubbing my arm. "But fine, you made your point. If I ever use one of the girls, I'll make sure to stay out of sight and out of mind. How about that?"

It was a long time before Ashe eventually replied. "You didn't even try asking me," she said, her voice low.

"Excuse me?"

"I said, you never even tried asking me," she said louder. "You just went straight for those Overwatch girlscouts."

"Well, actually I did Ashe, back when you were getting settled in."

"That's not the same McCree, I thought you were joking."

"Well then, let me try again," I said laughing. "How about we have some fun, just like the old days?"

Ashe rolled her eyes and sighed. "Good enough I guess. Do you know how long it's been since I've had a lay?"

"What, jail didn't do it for you?"

"Please, shut up before I change my mind about this."

Ashe didn't strip, she just undid her tie, jacket and shirt to let out her breasts and got on her knees. We were already in the old rhythm of things.

"Just like I remember," I said, running a hand up under one of her pale globes and brushing the nipple. Taking out my cock I laid it across Ashe's face. "Juuuuust like the old days," I repeated, chuckling.

"Not exactly," Ashe huffed. "I've learned a thing or two since then," she said before suddenly swallowing my cock and greedily scoffing it down until her nose was pressed against my pubic hair.

I groaned in pleasure involuntarily as she started swallowing while I was still down her throat. "Dammit Ashe, warn me the next time you try inhaling my cock," I said through gritted teeth.

Impressively, even with my cock half way down her throat she didn't so much as gag once. She really had learned a few new tricks. After a few moments of getting me wet, she pulled back with a gasp and stood up.

"What are you doing?" I asked, frustrated.

"I've seen what you like with those Overwatch gals, what, you don't think I can do the same?"

"You never were one for anal," I said with a raised brow.

"That was then, this is now."

Ashe pulled down her pants and twisted around. It didn't take much convincing; I wasn't one to turn down ass. With my cock covered in spit, it easily found it's mark and slid into Ashe's behind. Despite the years, she felt every bit as good inside.

"Ugh," grunted Ashe. "Try pushing in deeper Jesse."

She had changed a lot. "You got it missy," I said.

Pushing deeper than I ever had with her before, I pressed more of my weight into her until I felt my balls come to a stop against her pussy.

"Mmmmm, welcome home Jesse, you miss me?" Ashe moaned out.

"Damn Ashe, down to the balls. You never did manage that when we were younger," I said with a whistle.

"Like I said, I've learned a thing or two," Ashe said proudly.

I pounded my weight down into Ashe's arched up ass happily. It'd been almost twenty years since I'd been in there and never so deep. And the best part was, she somehow felt better than she did when we were younger. Unlike Mercy who had the help of nanomachines, Ashe had simply aged gracefully, the years hardly touching her. But she was a grown woman now, not some 20-something which only made it better for me.

Oh I liked how the younger girls on the team like Hana and Lena felt, but there was just something satisfying about sticking it in the ass of a woman almost twice their age. I think it was the fact someone her age had no business still acting like such a whore.

Ashe grit her teeth and pushed through it all even as I continued to bottom out in her, even doing everything she could to milk the nut from me by squeezing me. She soon got what she wanted as I poured myself into her rear end. I pulled out and sat down in front of her, legs spread as she kept her ass arched up.

"You always did finish first," Ashe complained.

"Shoot first, ask questions later has always been my policy," I said gently slapping my cock against her face.

She frowned but got busy all the same with sucking me clean. I'd expected more protest but apparently Ashe had lost her squeamishness over going ass to mouth during the years.

"You better be ready for round 2 in a few minutes Jesse, I ain't done yet," Ashe said in between slurps of my cock.

"Oh I will darling."

~ Widow, Sombra

Brigitte struggled in her restraints. Her toned muscles strained against the cold metal of her shackles, but the steel cables anchored to the floor barely moved. She was forced to stay on her knees. If only she had her power armor, she could've stood up and snapped them easily, but she'd been stripped out of everything except her underwear and tee.

Widowmaker and Sombra stood together over her imposingly. The Frenchwoman's face was a mask of cold detachment while Sombra had a wry smile playing at the corners of her lips.

"Come on Brigitte," Sombra said like they were friends. "Tell us what we want to know and this can all be over."

Brigitte stayed quiet and merely glared at the two other women.

Widow scoffed. "Bring him in," she said.

Sombra tsked. "Such a shame."

Two Talon agents hauled in McCree, unconscious and restrained as well, though in a chair instead. He was set down loudly in front of Brigitte; the sound of metal on concrete rung menacingly throughout the small room.

Brigitte glanced down quickly at herself and saw her nipples visible through the thin material of her shirt, but even worse than that was the fact she knew her underwear left little to the imagination. She was ashamed to admit it since the situation was so dire, but she was glad McCree was unconscious. If he wasn't, she wasn't sure her composure would handle it. It should've been the last thing on her mind and she got angry at herself for even caring, but she did.

With just Sombra and Widow in the room, she'd been able to keep a lid on things. She knew it was just an intimidation tactic by the Talon women, trying to keep her uncomfortable and off balance. But now that McCree was there, she felt a flush rising, even as she fought hard to keep stony faced.

"Last chaaance," Sombra musically mocked.

Widowmakers lips curled up cruelly.

Brigitte grit her teeth, preparing herself for whatever torture they were about to do to her friend and fellow Overwatch agent. She held no illusions that she would manage to hold out for long if they really hurt him, but she needed to buy time, any time, for the others to find them.

But the torture tools never came. Instead, Brigitte's stony expression broke into doe eyed shock when Sombra bent over, unbuckled McCree and pulled down his pants, making a soft though already large cock plop out onto his thigh.

It took her only a second to force the mask back into place, but Sombra had caught it and laughed mockingly.

"W-whatever you're planning, it won't work," Brigitte said unsteadily, trying and failing to restore her resolve.

Sombra ignored her and gripped McCree's member in her hand, stroking it slowly to life. In moments, Brigitte found herself staring at McCree's fully erect cock. With her work done, Sombra went around behind McCree's chair and pushed him forward. The sound of screeching metal filled the room as Brigitte was forced face to face with her friend's cock. She tried to back away, but the restraints gave her no room to.

"What are you doing?" Brigitte said nervously.

This time it was the Talon women who stayed silent. Brigitte had trained for a lot, but never for anything like this.

Widowmaker walked behind Brigitte, her heels clicking on the concrete slowly. Brigitte found the simple act of moving behind her more unnerving than she cared to admit. She soon felt the Frenchwoman's cold fingers clasp the sides of her head and stiffened at the strangely gentle touch. Then Widowmaker began pressing her face forward, towards McCree. Brigitte struggled at first, but the muscles in her neck couldn't hope to overpower Widow.

Inevitably, she was forced closer and closer until McCree's cock was practically right in her face. She tried to turn her face aside, but Widow simply tightened her grip and forced it back. Then Sombra joined back in on the humiliation as she gripped McCree's cock and aimed it at Brigitte's mouth. Brigitte closed her mouth as tightly as she could while McCree's meat poked her cheeks and lips, inadvertently making her taste him.

Sombra sighed petulantly and pinched Brigitte's nose shut. With Brigitte struggling so much, it wasn't long before her lungs were burning for air and she was soon forced to open her mouth. The instant she did, the two Talon women struck, using the opportunity to force her head forward and pushing McCree into her mouth.

Brigitte tried to spit him out, but that only amounted to lathering his cock with her tongue, eliciting sleepy groans from her teammate. If the other women had tried the tactic using one of their own agents, Brigitte would have had no qualms simply biting through the man, but with McCree, that just wasn't an option.

Widowmaker pressed harder against the back of Brigitte's head, forcing her to take McCree's cock deeper and deeper until it hit the back of her throat where it drew tears from the corners of her eyes and threatened to make her gag. But even then the Frenchwoman didn't stop. She didn't stop until she'd forced McCree's whole length down the bound girl's throat, cutting off her breath. Brigitte only felt the Frenchwoman let up once she'd been forced to swallow all of McCree, but the relief was short lived as Widowmaker just started bobbing Brigitte's head on the last few inches.