[pre-story]It's another overwatch-themed patreon musing! This one's for Halloween, and features Symmetra's Vampire skin and Tracer's Punk skin. It's way longer than it's supposed to be, but I think it's definitely worth it. I just kept having more stuff I wanted to include... I didn't have enough room for it all, so I might come back and add a second part later on. Tried some new stuff in this one, toys, hypnotism... is time-play a thing? I think it worked out pretty well. Originally I was just gonna have it be straight-up hypno-dom, but I decided to add in a little bit of hesitance on Sym's part/willingness on Tracer's, because I love me some sappy emotional crap. Anyways, enjoy![/pre-story]
“Heya, Symm!” Lena called from across the room, stretching up on one toe to wave over the crowd, her bright, cheery expression at odds with her black leather jacket, skull-goggles, and rebellious, pink dyed hair. Her chest-piece glowed, and her form flickered and disappeared, the spunky girl reappearing across the room, directly in front of her friend, a trail of blue weaving through the crowd behind her. “I’m glad you made it! I wasn’t sure you were gonna show, you know, ‘cause you don’t like parties much and all that, but you’re here!” She babbled, excitedly, spreading her arms wide and leaning in for a hug, only to abruptly stop, teetering on tiptoe a moment from hugging, remembering how Symmetra didn’t really like to be touched without warning.
Symmetra’s pale grey lips curled into a soft smile. “Hello, Lena.” She replied, cool and calm and collected, a stark contrast to Lena’s bubbly, overflowing energy. She leaned into the hug, giving the british girl a soft squeeze which she eagerly returned, before straightening up again, breaking the hug after only a moment. “I simply couldn’t miss one of your famous Halloween parties.” She replied.
Tracer grinned, stepping back to let her eyes roam up and down Symmetra’s body. Her costume looked much like her usual outfit, with a few key differences. For one, her usually-soft-brown skin had turned a pale grey from head to toe, and her usual blue and white outfit was black and red instead, her thigh-high stockings decorated with angular bats. Her eyes had changed, too, from rich brown to deep crimson. Her body was lovely as always, a modest, but proud chest, slender waist, round hips, and long, shapely legs. But there was something else, too, something subtle about the way she stood, the way she moved, a different sort of confidence, something almost...sultry.
Tracer dismissed the thought. “And you pulled out all the stops, too! That’s quite a costume, luv! You look fantastic! What is it supposed to be? And how’d you colour your skin like that?”
Symmetra grinned, lips parting to reveal pointed fangs. “I’m a vampire.” She replied, before raising her mechanical gauntlet to her cheek and giving a sweeping gesture, hexagons of light flickering into view over her skin, then fading out to reveal her normal skin tone, before she swept it back, the hexes reforming and returning the grey color. “With a little polarization, my shields can make me appear whatever color I choose.” She explained. “And thank you. I find a costume can be very helpful in dealing with… social strain. I can be a different woman for a little while.” She added.
Tracer nodded, understandingly, then grinned broadly. “I know, right? I love it! ‘S why I always put on such a big party!” She explained, gesturing around to the house bedecked in orange and black, spiders, ghosts, and pumpkins everywhere you looked.
Symmetra smirked softly. “Yes, such a big, elaborate party… Why, even you would be tired after setting all this up…” She commented, looking into Lena’s eyes.
Tracer blinked, looking back to Symmetra, arching an eyebrow. She wasn’t tired, she was excited! The party was just getting started! But as she looked into her friend’s deep red eyes, she suddenly realized that wasn’t true at all. It had been a whole lot of work, especially since she was using the chronal accelerator to get it all done before the guest arrived. Maybe the thrill of the party had kept her going for a while, but she was really starting to feel it weighing down on her all of a sudden… “...I guess you’re right, I am a little tired…” She muttered, half to herself.
Symmetra continued. “Why don’t we go upstairs and find you a quiet room to relax in…” She suggested, still holding Lena’s gaze.
She couldn’t just leave the party, no matter how tired she was, she had to be a good hostess! But a little time to relax did sound really, really nice… “...Maybe for just a couple minutes…” She muttered, conceding.
Symmetra’s smirk widened, and she wrapped an arm around Lena’s shoulder, swiftly ushering the suddenly-exhausted girl up the nearby stairs, down a short hallway, and into an empty bedroom. “Here we are… A little room to relax, just the two of us...” she muttered, closing the door behind her and guiding tracer over to sit on the bed. She reached out, one finger hooking beneath Tracer’s chin, lifting her gaze up to meet her own. “Just you and me… Aren’t you glad?”
Tracer nodded, slowly. “Of course, Symm. You’re my friend.” She replied, dreamily. Those eyes were such a beautiful color, she could just get lost in them...
Symmetra bit her lip, her cool composure faltering for a moment. “Just friend? You can be honest with me, Lena. I know you and Amelie had a... thing, before… Have you ever… thought of me, like that?” She asked, wording the question very carefully.
Tracer’s cheeks flushed a bit. “I… I tried not to. I knew you didn’t like touching, so I just thought it was a lost cause…” She confessed, letting it hang in the air. Symmetra visibly relaxed. “I think about those long, lovely legs wrapped around my head, pulling me in, burying my face between-” Tracer continued.
“That’s enough.” Symmetra muttered, cutting Tracer off, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. When her eyes opened again, locked with Lena’s, they looked even more intense than before, practically glowing. “Those thoughts are filling your head now. You can’t stop thinking about me. About... sex, with me. You’re getting turned on. More turned on than you’ve ever been.” She told Lena.
Tracer bit her lip, a torrent of fantasies filling her mind, smooth brown legs, hips, thighs, lips, stomach, butts, breasts, and even feet, to her surprise. She felt something in her core tighten with desire, her knickers suddenly soaked, her breathing rapidly turning ragged as her cheeks flushed.
Symmetra bit her lip again. “Tell me, Lena. Tell me what you feel, what you want.” She commanded. “Tell me… Tell me that you lo-... that you want me.” She added, haltingly.
Tracer shivered. “S-Symm, I- I’m sorry, I just, I’m so hot, I can’t… I want you so bad! I want to kiss you, I want to touch you, I want to taste you, oh, god, I know I shouldn’t, but I need you! Please don’t hate me!” She pleaded.
Silently, Symmetra leaned forward, pressing her lips to Lena’s, the shimmering shield protecting her flickering out of existence, her skin the same pale gray as before. Against Lena’s own flushed lips, Symmetra’s were soft and cool to the touch, but they kissed with a smoldering passion. The kiss grew deeper and more passionate by the moment, until their tongues were swirling and dancing with one-another. Still dazed, Lena raised one hand, bringing it up to Symmetra’s waist to cradle her sultry curves, but the unexpected touch made the indian woman jolt, the kiss breaking with a quiet gasp.
Symmetra looked almost embarrassed. “I… I’m sorry. I still don’t like being touched…” She muttered to the still-dazed Tracer, then paused, looking into Lena’s eyes again, fixing her with those bewitching eyes once more. “You will not touch me, unless I initiate the contact, or I give you permission.” She commanded.
“O’ course, Symm. Whatever you say.” Lena muttered back, a dreamy smile on her lips.
Symmetra paused again, hesitating before she spoke again. “...And whenever we are alone, you will refer to me as Mistress, and answer to ‘Pet’.”
Tracer nodded. “Yes, Mistress.” She replied without hesitation. Symmetra bit her lip at the sound of the title on her thrall’s lips. “...Can I kiss you again, Mistress?” Lena added, a moment later.
Symmetra simply leaned in and kissed her new pet once more, picking up where they left off, her cool lips mashed against Lena’s forcefully, their tongues flicking, probing, swirling and dancing together. With their lips locked, Symmetra continued to push forward, laying the british girl out on her back on the bed, crawling up on top of her. Lena’s hands stayed obediently at her sides, even as her body burned with desire, her mind still flooded with fantasies about the cool, calm Indian woman hovering over her. She gave a small moan of disappointment when her Mistress broke the kiss again, looming over her prone pet on all fours, a small smirk on her lips.
“Patience, my pet. We have all eternity to play…” Symmetra almost purred, straightening up. She brought her hands up and together, giving a sweeping, drawing gesture with the gauntleted limb, a lattice of light flickering into existence, a tapering cylinder that swiftly materialized into a shiny black bullet-shaped implement that fell into Symmetra’s waiting palm. It was a sizable tool, twenty, maybe twenty-five centimeters from base to tip, and thick enough that the indian woman’s slender digits only just managed to close around it comfortably. The whole process had an air of practiced familiarity to it… But Lena was far too dazed to think on that prospect any further, especially when she was suddenly distracted by Symmetra spinning around on top of her.
Symmetra moved body like a dancer, graceful and smoothly shifting around until she was straddling Tracer’s chest, her crimson eyes fixed upon the girl’s skin-tight pink leggings, specifically, the growing wet spot between her toned thighs. “I’ve been wanting to do this for far too long…” Symmetra muttered, bringing the onyx toy to bear, the tapered tip pressed against tracer’s sweet slit. She slid the toy along her pet’s needy lips for a long moment, toying with her, fascinated by the sight as Lena moaned and squirmed beneath the sweet torment. Then, without warning, she pushed. Hard. Lena gasped, writhing under the pressure as the resilient material of her leggings and panties strained, stretched, her lips slowly parting around the distended material. Then, with a sharp ripping sound, the resistance gave way, and she cried out in ecstasy as the sleek black shaft plunged into her tight, defenseless pussy, stretching her, filling her. It was big, almost too big for her tiny, tight, toned body, but after a seemingly endless flow of filthy fantasy running through her mind, her eager little hole was soaked, and the thick, smooth shaft exactly what she needed to satisfy that itch deep inside her.
Symmetra watched with eager fascination as the glossy black toy disappeared between Tracer’s lower flushed lips bit by bit, her torn leggings framing the view beautifully. She could only imagine what her per was feeling, experiencing this for the first time, feeling herself being stretched and filled… Suddenly, she felt warmth on her fingers, and realized she’d pushed the entire thing into her, all the way down to the base. She bit her lip again, grinding her palm down on the base in little circles, making Lena moan and squirm beneath her. She twisted around, looking back over her shoulder into Lena’s eyes once again.
“Speak, my pet. Tell me all about what you’re feeling, what you want, and don’t stop until I tell you to.” Symmetra commanded.
Lena’s lips parted for one final moan before the words began to pour out of her. “It’s… it’s big! So big! It almost hurt, but I’m so wet, it’s just... delicious!! It’s so smooth and thick and deep inside me… I’m so full, I’ve never felt this full, it’s incredible!” She half-moaned, then gasped as Symmetra ground her palm on the root of the shaft once again. “Ah! When you grind it like that the tip pokes my womb! But it’s not enough! Please, Mistress, fuck my pussy!” She pleaded.
Symmetra closed her fingers around the base of the toy, wordlessly, and began to move it, pulling it back slowly, the sleek shaft drawing out of her almost effortlessly until only the tip was still inside her, then pushed it back in once again, the taper teasing and stretching her folds as it pushed into her.
“Yesssss!” Lena hissed through her teeth. “I love the way it goes all~ the way in, all the way to the back! Nothing fills me like this!” She moaned. “And I love seeing you like this, Mistress, but I hate it, too! Those smooth thighs and that tight bum, right there, so close, but I can’t touch! Please let me touch, Mistress!” She begged.
“Some other time, pet. I want to play with you a little longer.” Symmetra purred, chewing her lip. “Would you like to see what else this toy can do?” She asked, coyly as she slowly pumped the thick black toy in and out of her pet.
“Else? Yes, Mistress! Please show me!” Lena pleaded, excitedly, squirming as the toy pushed into her once again.
Symmetra pushed the thick toy deep into Lena’s pussy, all the way to the base, until Lena moaned out it was poking at her womb again, and with a smirk, flicked her thumb over a small switch on the base. The toy came alive in an instant, trembling with a deep, powerful rumble that resonated all along its length and out, rippling through Tracer’s tight, toned pussy. Lena opened her mouth to describe the sensation but all that came out was a long, throaty moan as her body began to tremble and twitch along with the toy vibrating deep inside her. She writhed as her Mistress gripped the weapon by the base and began to slowly pump the still-vibrating tool in and out of her pet, her body overwhelmed by raw pleasure, a familiar tension rapidly building in her core.
“M-Mistress! I- I’m gonna cum!” Tracer managed to warn between moans.
“Cum, my pet. Cum for your Mistress!” She commanded, pumping the toy even more vigorously, driving it deep into Lena’s twitching, spasming pussy over and over again, biting her lip as she stared at the point where her pussy swallowed the toy.
Lena obeyed without hesitation. Almost without thinking, as soon as she felt the first spark of climax, her chest-piece glowed brilliant blue as she performed her favorite time-trick. Her personal time-stream accelerated, the stimulation suddenly slowed to a crawl, a white-hot explosion of pure pleasure expanding in slow-motion inside her, a moment of pure ecstasy drawn out into… minutes; hours? She couldn’t be sure, she couldn’t exactly keep track of time in the middle of an orgasm. To Symmetra, she was a blue blur, writhing and moaning and thrashing and bucking at impossible speeds for a few moments before suddenly falling limp on the bed, whimpering and moaning.
“Tender!” Tracer managed to squeak as she writhed beneath Symmetra, trying to pull her hips away from the buzzing toy planted deep inside her, to no avail. Symmetra gasped, realizing what she meant, and quickly scrambled to pull the humming toy out of her pet the athletic girl shuddering in the aftershock of her orgasm as the toy was suddenly yanked away. “So… So good. Shiny. Warm. Fuzzy…” Tracer mumbled, mindlessly.
“You can stop now.” Symmetra purred as she turned off and dematerialized the toy, moving to climb off her pet. “You were wonderful, pet.” She added, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on Tracer’s forehead, the eternally-energetic girl laying there, panting, exhausted, but with a blissful smile on her soft lips. “I supposed I must return to the party, we wouldn’t want to raise suspicion by coming back downstairs together...” She muttered, then paused again, turning back to tracer and taking her by the jaw, turning the blissed-out girl to look into her eyes once more. “Remember, my pet, you must act normally in front of others, as though nothing has changed, but when I tell you to do something, you will obey.” She commanded her pet. Tracer simply nodded, silently, and Symmetra smirked to herself. She was going to have a lot of fun with her new toy…
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“Seeya’ ‘round, Rein!” Tracer called, leaning half-out the door and waving wildly for a moment before pulling back in and shutting the door. Another successful Halloween party! She smiled to herself, pleased with how the night had gone. Everyone had fun, she had a new Mistress, and one of the best orgasms she’d ever had, and all it had cost her was one torn pair of leggings! And nobody even suspected a thing! “They’re all gone, Mistress!” She called out, cheerily, bouncing over to where Symmetra sat with a wide grin.
Symmetra smiled. “Excellent. Why don’t you get out of your halloween costume and head upstairs… I’ll be waiting…” She purred, standing up, trailing one finger seductively under Tracer’s chin in a beckoning motion as she turned and started for the stairs.
“Yes, Mistress!” Lena replied. She was so looking forward to this! Her chest-piece glowed, brighter and brighter and brighter until, suddenly, she was a blue blur again, rushing backwards, weaving through all the rooms of the house, leaving pale after-images of herself wherever she’d been still through the night. Talking to guests in the living room, noshing on snacks in the kitchen, laying on the bed in the guest bedroom, greeting Symmetra in the front hall, talking to other guests in the dining room, checking herself in the bathroom mirror, pulling on her costume in the master bedroom… Finally, she finished un-dyeing her hair and un-shaving the sides of her head, and returned to the normal time-stream as her usual, brown-haired self.
As soon as reality returned, she froze, eyes going wide, her mind suddenly clear. Had that night really happened? Had Symmetra, her sexy, awkward friend, really become some kind of… vampire? Had she really been hypnotized her into her sex-pet and made to call her Mistress? Had she really gotten fucked with a big black vibrator until she had one of the biggest orgasms of her life, and was Symmetra really waiting for her in the bedroom for round two? Had it really felt that… good? It was just so… so crazy!
“I’m waiting~” Symmetra’s voice called through the bathroom door. Tracer stared at the door in panic, then looked at herself in the mirror for a long moment, looking into her own eyes. This was probably going to be her only chance to escape her control, to tell somebody what was happening, to do something, anything! She swallowed, nervously. Was she really doing this?
“...Coming, Mistress!” Lena called back.
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