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 ****, 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.”

“I cannot believe the nerve of you McCree,” Ashe said shaking her head after a bewildered pause.

“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 **** 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 **** 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 **** 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 she 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.”