♡ Mercy - Boss's Kissing Booth ♡ (Angel Power +3)

"You really think this bitch deserves 'mercy?'" Betty sighed, slumping her shoulders. "Whatever. You're up, Colline."

"Oh goody! I know just the right way to see that Ms. Fortuna gets her comeuppance, while benefiting the maximum number of people in the process!" Colline agreed.

As the angel floated into position at the nape of Robin's neck, Robin gave a meaningful look over to the trunk she'd been packing full of Fortuna's things. "I assume you mean we'll make her donate all of these ill-gotten gains to the people and places that have been hurt by the Soldiers of Fortune, right?" she asked.

Colline paused, hesitating with her arms wrapped at Robin's neck. "Um... Of course! We can do that. I had a different idea that we might implement first before leaving the camp, if tis suitable, Ms. Redd?" she questioned hopefully.

"Oooooh, a sexy one, right?"

"Purely for the purposes of balancing the karmic debt in the most fitting manner, of course!" Colline laughed nervously, then changed the subject by beginning her meld with Robin's body, sinking in to her core.

Next came the wings, the halo, the change of hair and eye color-- all the things Robin had become accustomed to but Fortuna had yet to see. The woman stumbled back further and fell ass-first onto the shag carpet, watching in confusion as Robin supernaturally transformed before her eyes. "How did you do that? It's the same as those invisible imps that were molesting me earlier, isn't it?! There's no way such a perverse power has anything to do with angels, so take that halo off your head!" she shouted, pointing forward one finger in an accusatory way.

"Maybe if you had beaten me in a game of strip blackjack, I would feel more inclined to take things off. Instead, it's time to start thinking about how you can repay your karmic debt..."

True to her word of mercy, Colline had decided to spare Fortuna the indignity of being trotted out of her tent and exposed to the night air. That mercy had stopped short of honoring Fortuna's pleas not to expose her to the other mercenaries, however. They'd each get their chance to see her when they visited her tent that night under the orders of their new boss, one Robin Redd. Plus, they'd get more than just a peep show...

Robin stood outside the tent, angel-winged and halo-adorned in her Colline-infused body, holding a tablet for the interested mercenaries. "Please hand over your possessions as you enter. Very good. Yes, I know tis frustrating, but your boss has forfeited all of your clothing and equipment as part of her bet. Please strip down before entering. Please, remain in a single-file line! You'll all get a turn with Ms. Fortuna," she directed the disorderly group of hardened soldiers. As each woman entered, they stripped down and placed all of their things inside a basket, revealing body after naked, beefy mercenary body.

Their faces held a wide range of emotion. Curiosity towards their boss in her new humbled state... frustration that their boss had just lost their whole mercenary outfit essentially... or eagerness to get their hands on their former boss and aid in her punishment.

Flowers, naked along with the others, skipped along, ignoring her place in line to take a spot next to Robin instead. "You really beat the boss? Golly! I thought she was way too smart to ever be beaten by anybody! She's as cold as ice, as cold as a cucumber, as frigid as a frosted martini and as dirty as a... a dirty martini! What's she gonna do now?" Flowers questioned incessantly, trying to get a peek inside the tent while Robin held her back. "Is she gonna give us actual paychecks instead of equipment loans?"

"Wow, she really was running a... 'thrifty' operation, wasn't she?" Robin laughed in a deadpan way. "Looks like a guest just finished. Why don't you go in and see for yourself, Ms. Flowers?"

"Okie dokie!" the merc responded, snapping a quick salute, before heading inside with her arms swinging in a campy fashion that didn't befit her stark nakedness nor the broad defeat of her organization. "Boss?"

"Ah, Flowers. Come in," the boss answered without enthusiasm, wiping her mouth with her arm and creating a smear of bright blue lipstick. "Yes, from today forward, we have a change in leadership. I am no longer 'the boss.' We now work for Robin Redd and we are all going to her fanciful little casino. That's it."

"Really? Cause she told me you had something for me!"

"... Right. By way of reparations to all of my former troops, I owe each of you one... kiss," she sighed, crossing her arms and looking aside with a frustrated expression.

"A kiss?! From you?"

"Yes, from me!"

"That's crazy!"

"It... is."

"... Is that it, though?"

"... You get to pick where you want it."

Flowers nodded, then leaned forward on her toes, pressing one finger to her cheek and giving it a little push. "Riiiight here! I've never gotten a kiss before in... well, my whole life! So make it a good one, okay, Boss?"

"Right..." the boss grumbled, her eyebrow twitching as she leaned across the small, circular table. Flowers might be cute, but her face was also covered in soot and desert dust-- she didn't care much about washing off. Fortuna made a distasteful frown, then gave the soldier a quick peck on the cheek with a small smack of her lips. "There."

"Aaaaw... that wasn't much of a kiss! But okay! I'll run get my flamethrower and you can give him a little smooch too!"

"Wait, no-!" Fortuna insisted, but Flowers had already skipped out of the tent before, disregarding the command entirely. "Don't get back in line! It is precisely one kiss per customer!" she shouted, clenching her fists in frustration and wishing she had her whip to gnaw on. Up to this point, she'd given more mercenaries than she knew the names of French kisses that were enthusiastic only from one side of the table. The last thing she wanted was any of them coming back for seconds. She tried to remember who she still had left to get through...

... "Oh no," she murmured to herself. She felt the ground shaking beneath the fur carpet of her private tent as the tent's flaps gave way to a monstrously large pair of hands, folding them inward. A grinning face peered at her out of the darkness. "... Lieutenant Bugs, my loyal subordinate-"

"Ain't your subordinate no more, Boss," the huge woman reminded her, rising up to her full height. If she was still wearing her skull cap, the spike would probably have punctured the top of the tent. Instead, her gargantuan body was all nude flesh, just like her boss's. "That's a lovely pair of tits you've been hidin' from me this whole time."

"... Likewise," Fortuna answered, trying to keep a smile on as she stared down at the giant, pierced nipples of her long-time employee. "Then you've heard the news about Robin's casino?"

"Yeah, I know we're going. Also heard word spread around that you're making payments. I get a kiss. Right?" she questioned, her tongue hanging from her mouth as she drooled with excitement.

Fortuna gulped, watching the saliva pour out of Bugs's mouth. This was likely to be the sloppiest French kiss yet. She'd heard a lot about what a passionate lover this one was and, so far, had counted herself fortunate to avoid being anywhere in that equation. She had no desire to fraternize with mercenaries, let alone the most beastly one of them all. "Or, we could skip it, for old time's sake? Why rock the boat on a good relationship? We've always seen eye to eye."

"Mmmm, have we? There's some other rumors spreading around, says maybe you haven't been altogether fair with allocation of resources up to this point."

"You aren't going to believe those rumors Robin Redd spread, are you?!"

"... Whether I do or not, I think I know how I want you to pay up," Bugs chuckled, approaching with thunderous steps. Her grin grew wider as she approached the table, then set her hands down upon it.

Fortuna couldn't look straight into the woman's eyes. To Fortuna, this was no less frightening than being asked to kiss the flamethrower. She'd seen the acts of warfare this woman was capable of and she felt like what ought to be a kiss was going to turn into her having her whole head bitten clean off her body. As such, she closed her eyes and leaned forward gingerly, trying and failing to gather up her courage for a kiss.

"Aaaaw, you're wounding me. You can look at me, right?"

She opened her eyes a crack, afraid of what she would see. It wasn't what she expected. Instead of Bugs's face, she saw a sheer wall of pale flesh blocking her view. Furthermore, the whole table was gone... no, not gone, it'd just disappeared under the woman's massive body. Basically, Bugs had turned around and mooned her, propping herself on the table while sticking her mountainous ass up into her boss's face.

"Give her a kiss, then."

"You... You've got to be joking! I-I'm not going to put my lips on your-!"

"Right, I get to pick, don't I? I want it on me asshole, then. Get in there and give her a nice wet one. If ya don't, might just give you a stiff mule kick to vent me frustrations."

Fortuna's lips trembled as she used both hands to part the huge globes of the other girl's ass-cheeks, revealing the puckered hole between them. The only saving grace was that Bugs actually had far superior hygiene compared to Flowers or some of the other mercs, but still... "Oh... I can't... I can't kiss your..." she groaned, shaking her head so hard that the side-held tail of her long hair slapped around like a whip.

"Promise is a promise, ain't it? You ought to be thankful Redd's letting you off this easy. I might have picked something a little... nastier, heh heh." Bugs snickered. When Fortuna still didn't comply, Bugs reached her hand behind herself and **** the issue, grabbing hold of Fortuna's ponytail to drag her boss's face forward between her cheeks.

Fortuna cried out indignantly, but her voice was totally muffled by the other woman's body mass. She slapped her hands onto Bugs's bottom, begging for air.

"I'll let you go once I've gotten a nice and proper kiss, my lovely!"

Fortuna finally gave in, planting the sloppiest kiss on the other girl's rim that she could manage and leaving a nice, clear blue lipstick mark around it. She withdrew, gasping for air and falling bare onto her carpet.

"Looking forward to working with you in the casino, mate." Bugs gave another big laugh as she straightened herself up and lumbered her way back out of the tent.

On the outside, Colline, now separated from Robin and back on her host's shoulder, pressed one hand to her cheek with a worried frown. "I'm beginning to wonder if I actually decided upon a terribly merciful option," she murmured, seeing the lipstick marks on the ass of the giant mercenary. "At least that ought to be a good start on working off her karmic debt!"

"You gotta be tired, Robbie-Baby. Let's get you back to the casino for some R&R," Betty suggested. "The mercs will be along once you're up, promise."

"Hold up! I haven't even gotten my own kiss from Fortuna yet, though..." Robin murmured, pushing her fingers together with a sheepish smile.

"... After where her mouth just went? I'd catch her after tomorrow's mouthwash if I were you."

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