TRACERS GIFT (OVERWATCH, ANIMAL ABUSE, BESTIALITY, LESBIAN)

It was around midnight when Lena Oxton (AKA ‘Tracer’) descended down her house's dimly lit stairs, looking for a late night snack. The light of her chronal accelerator illuminated her loose fitting t-shirt, and her plain white panties hugged the curves of her ass.

She yawned as she entered the living room, but was startled awake by the hourglass shaped silhouette of a woman standing in the middle of the room. It was unmistakable Tracer's arch rival, widowmaker. Those ludicrous curves couldn’t belong to any woman other than her. The purple of her bodysuit glimmered as it was struck by moonlight seeping in from the windows. Standing next to the assassin was a large dog, an obstacle that prevented Tracer from rushing down the killer and taking her out with superior speed. Tracer ducked behind a sofa, trying to think of the best way to take care of the home intruder. Several seconds of nothing passed, until Widowmakers accented voice cut through the tense silence.

“Relax, mon cherie. I am not here to harm. I am here to deliver to you a gift.”

Tracer cocked a brow. This must have been some sort of mindgame, but Tracer decided to play along. Participating in a little back and forth chat would buy her some time to think of a way out of this situation. Still crouched behind the couch, Tracer questioned the assassins motives

“Why would someone like you want to give a gift to me”

Widowmaker's response to the cockney brit was almost instantaneous, she must have expected Tracer to reply like that.

“Our battles against each have made me feel more alive than I have in years. This means I owe a debt to you, and as I don’t enjoy leaving debts unsettled, I have come to repay you.”

Tracer peeked her head over the edge of the sofa, taking a look at the french femme fatale who was propositioning her. Standing on four legs beside Widowmaker was a large black doberman. The animal seemed relaxed and at ease, not at all like the vicious attack dog she expected. Was this the gift? Tracer had been wondering about buying a dog, and this wouldn’t be the worst present to receive from a sociopathic killer. In some strange way, what Widowmaker was saying made sense. Tracer had moved past trying to think of a battle strategy, and was now curious to see how the rest of this encounter would play out.

“Oh really? what could a sadistic criminal like you have to offer?”

Said tracer, trying to hide her curiosity under a veil of bravado.

“I am going to kill this dog. You are free to watch or to take part. I have no objections either way.”

Tracer’s mouth flew wide open, and her heart fluttered. Was she serious? Tracer stammered, unsure of how to respond to the callus statement. Widowmaker cut her off before she could get a word out.

“Talon knows many, many, things about you, Lena. Including Things you don’t even know yourself. Before you decline my gracious gift, know that this dog is female, and nothing in this room is being recorded or documented. This is the only chance you’ll get to do this.”

Tracer should have been saying no. she should have been pummeling the french woman and rescuing the dog she intended to murder. But she wasn’t. How could the promise of animal murder be so allouring to her?! She had never once considered harming an animal, but now, faced with a perfect opportunity, she was salivating at the thought. Likewise, she had never considered bestiality before, but the idea of licking at a dogs pussy turned her on so much she wished she had thought of it sooner. At this point, despite all the ideals she championed, Tracer was about to agree. Widowmakers next comment only further cemented how much she secretly wanted this.

“Tell me, how wet is your pussy right now?”

Tracer was drenched. The wetness from her crotch had caused a damp spot to appear on her panties. Tracer rose to her feet, and ‘blinked’ over to where Widowmaker was standing and bent over to pet the large dog's head.

“Good choice. Let us both enjoy ourselves before we go back to shooting one another.”

Widowmaker positioned herself with the dog standing between her legs. Then, she slowly began to squat down while facing away from Tracer, her massive ass straining the skintight bodysuit and giving the lesbian woman a great view of her delicious butt. Her crotch pushed against the back of the animal, slowly pushing it down until it was resting on its stomach. The dog was confused, but Widowmaker wasn’t putting her full weight on it’s back. So although it was trapped under her huge ass, it wasn’t in any pain.

Tracer reached out her hands and tenderly caressed the twin orbs of assflesh that sat in front of her, rubbing and squeezing the purple latex which encased them. Widowmaker smiled as her arch rival worshiped her body. Widowmaker laid her body over the backside of the dog without putting her full weight on it’s body, her experience as a world class ballerina making the difficult balancing act simple. This made her ass more prominent, and let her reach her hands downwards over the dog's crotch.

Tracer rubbed at Widowmakers asshole over the thin latex which covered it, fantasising about sticking her tongue down the assassin's butthole. Although the allure of Widowmakers' perfectly sculpted ass was hard to resist, she didn’t forget about the true subject she should focus on: the dog she was sitting on.

Tracer grabbed the dobermans head with both her hands, causing the dogs large ears to perk up as it was jostled around. Leaning in, Tracer gave the curious dog an open mouth kiss. Her tongue explored the sloppy mouth of the dog, and it’s tongue waggled about, slobbering huge amounts of drool into tracer’s mouth. While her companion was swapping spit with the animal, Widowmaker was rubbing a finger over the slit of the dog's pussy, prodding at the narrow entrance. She hummed as she inserted a finger into the dog’s cunt, the animal's tail wagging happily as the assassin slowly rocked it in and out of the tight hole.

Tracer's mouth overflowed with a combination of both human and dog saliva, and bubbles of spit ran down her chin, despite her efforts to keep the spit confined between her practically bursting cheeks. She broke away from the kiss, a huge trail of saliva connecting her lips to the dogs tongue, at least until it slowly drooped down to the floor. With a burst of speed, Tracer ripped open the back of Widowmakers suit, exposing her asshole and much of her pussy. Widowmaker gasped and plunged her finger deeper into the hole, her surprise only increasing as Tracer spat out the massive collection of saliva all over her asshole. The viscous fluid trickled down the crack of her ass, lubricating it. Widowmaker moaned as Tracer sandwiched her face between her cheeks and started to lick fervently at her twitching asshole.

Widowmaker decided to pick up the pace at which she fingerfucked the dog, inserting more fingers into the hole and rapidly forcing them in and out. Widowmaker moaned, and slid her wet pussy on the dogs furry back, pushing her asshole deeper against tracer’s tongue and stimulating her clit. Although it couldn’t compare to the pleasure the pleasure she felt when killing a person, having her way with this animal was still more than enough to make her feel ‘alive’. The dog was still wagging its tail, confused at what was going on, but enjoying the fingerfuck widowmaker was giving it.

That happy tail wagging stopped when Tracer flexed her thighs around the dog's neck, cutting off its air. Widowmaker smiled at the dog's muffled whines, and the way its pussy clenched and convulsed around her slender fingers. She hadn’t expected Tracer to start torturing the animal before her, but she certainly wasn’t going to stop her. This was her gift, after all.

Now that they were actively starting to hurt the innocent animal, Widowmaker sat on the dogs back with her full weight, putting pressure on its spine and internal organs. Tracer moaned and arched her back as the dog struggled between her thighs and desperately pawed at the hardwood floor. She had reached her first orgasm of the night, and it had happened while suffocating a dog.

After cumming, Tracer took a moment to relax, her lapse allowing the dog to pant heavily and take in the oxygen it desperately needed. Tracer backed away from the dog and fully disrobed, stepping out of her soaked panties and throwing off her shirt. Fully nude, Tracer’s sporty body glistened with sweat, and her nipples were hard as a rock. She looked at Widowmakers exposed ass, and then down at the dogs whimpering face. She grinned devilishly, and then delivered a brutal punt to the dogs chin, the impact stunning the animal for a short time.

Widowmaker withdrew herself from the dog's pussy, her fingers sticky from the animal's vaginal fluids. She stood up fully, making sure to give Tracer a good view of her ass as she rose off of the dogs back. Reaching underneath the couch, the widowmaker pulled out a small knife, obviously something she had planted in Tracer’s house.

The two women swapped places, with Widowmaker taking the dogs front end and Tracer taking its rear. The doberman was starting to snap out of its daze, so the women got to work, before it had a chance to run off or bite.

Tracer rubbed feverishly at her clit as she licked the dogs pussy, lapping at the exterior and swirling her tongue around the inside of the tight hole. Widowmaker smiled, as she watched tracer. She didn’t care that the girl was getting off, but the fact that she was enjoying her gift meant that the debt she owed had been repaid. Widowmaker positioned the knife under the dogs long neck, and thrust it in.

She sawed at the animal's neck, cutting through muscle and blood vessels as she slit its throat. The dogs growels turned into a low whimper, and copious amounts of dog blood flowed onto the room's hardwood flooring. Tracer came on the spot when she realised what Widowmaker had done, squirting onto the floor and letting out a huge scream of pleasure into the dying dog's cunt.

Both Tracer and the doberman collapsed, Tracer exhausted, and the dog dead. Weakly, the brit continued licking at the dead animal's pussy and played with her own cunt. Widowmaker smiled, there was no need to discuss what had happened, it was clear that Tracer was overjoyed with her gift. Silently, she exited through a window, leaving Tracer with the dog's bloody corpse. Looking down at her torn uniform, she realised that she had also enjoyed the night's activities in a way she wasn’t expecting to. Perhaps she would visit Tracer again some time.