Charm reduction

Pharah rapped politely on Dani’s ad hoc office door.

“Come in!” A cheerful voice, Dani’s voice, welcomed her in. She opened the door. Athena had converted a spare meeting room for the wizard’s use, switching out the chairs and table for a desk and reclining chair. The base was designed to be modular, but even so, the room was a bit too large for its intended use, giving it a sort of dreamlike vibe, like its occupants were smaller than they were, like they were playing in a giant’s demesne.

Dani was sitting at her desk, reading over some papers of some sort. Pharah couldn’t tell the contents from this side of the room, but they were probably personnel related. Dani waved her over to the reclining chair.

“It’s been a very busy day, you know. The general meeting, the one-on-one with Angela. And now you.”

Pharah, who had taken a seat and reclined as was appropriate, wasn’t quite sure how to respond. Dani’s tone was wistful, contemplative. If it was busy, then wasn’t that a good thing? It was best to always be occupied, doing something productive.

Dani looked up from her papers. “Right. Best get to it.” She got up from her desk and took a seat in a large armchair beside Pharah. “Let’s get this session going. Before we discuss anything Overwatch related, can you tell me more about your,” the wizard shuffled her papers around, “time with Helix Security International?”

Pharah wound back the clock on her memory, sifting through the rather tumultuous period working as a mercenary. “What about it?”

“Ah. Sorry. I mean, were you happy back then?”

Happy. An odd question. But pertinent, she supposed, to Dani’s proposed aim. Pharah didn’t tend to think about her happiness or lack thereof. She just, just, went on. Not that she ignored it entirely, but rather that she had found contentment in her job. Whether it be at Helix or Overwatch, or even the Egyptian Army, she had found herself content at various points in her life, and that was all she asked for. Asking for more was something best left unconsidered. But now, she was being asked to consider by her good friend, her trusted friend.

“I wouldn’t say I was happy.”

“No? What about before that. I’m told you were a soldier?”

“Not then either.”

“Ah, before then? When you were in school? As a child?”

“Maybe. I don’t see the point of this.”

“And now. Are you happy now?”

“I’m fine.”

“Ah. ‘Fine’ is very different from ‘happy’.” Dani tapped a pen against her papers. She held it awkwardly, like she wasn't quite sure how to use it and was just mimicking something she had seen. “Child. Student. Soldier. Mercenary. Hero. Quite the busy life you’ve led.”

Pharah nodded.

“And I can’t help but notice that they all share a commonality. A sort of unifying principle.”

“Yes?”

“They all obey orders. Whether your family’s, your nation’s, private interests’, or even the ingrained moral notions your society has instilled in you. And they are all wrong.”

Pharah sat up. She was about to protest, but then a voice in the back of her head told her that her friend wouldn’t lie to her. She was telling the truth. If it was harsh, then it was just trying to help her understand.

“I know, I know. A bit much to just toss out there. But hear me out. I’m not disagreeing with what you’ve been doing entirely. Following orders is just the natural way of things. Everyone obeys something or other. The problem isn’t that, but rather, it’s the types of orders. Here.” Dani walked over to a bookshelf and picked out a book, tossing it to Pharah who caught it easily.

It was a small thing, and it had a plastic, blank cover. Likely something printed by Athena over the past couple of hours. Pharah looked at Dani who nodded encouragingly, and opened the first page.

It read:

“Rule 1: Dirty talk is hot and good! Women must only refer to each other with derogatory names. Some examples include: Slut, Whore, Cunt, Bitch, etc.”

“What. What is this?”

“Your new rules of life! I only printed the first rule for now, so as not to overwhelm you. What do you think?”

“I…” Pharah struggled to make sense of this.

“This is the Codex Femininica. A set of rules all the women back in my world obeyed. I figured you and the rest of Overwatch could try following them and seeing if they make you happy. They’re quite different from your society’s after all. Worth a try, right?”

“I… guess?”

Dani clapped her hands together. “And even better, since you’ve been what’s basically a guard before, you could be in charge of enforcing them! Some of the other women might be too shy to do it on their own after all.”

Pharah didn’t quite know how to respond. She put a finger on the text, as if trying to absorb it via osmosis. Apparently Dani’s world was a lot more sexually promiscuous than hers. And was it that strange to try a different society’s customs?

“Oh, don’t be silent. Look, we can try it right now. Right, Fareeha-slut?”

Pharah gave her a good long stare before nodding again. She could at least give it a honest effort. Her friend deserved that much.

“Right, Dani… bitch?”

“Oooooh! Say it again.”

“Dani-bitch.”

“Oh that gets the juices flowing. You don’t mind if I…?” Dani didn’t wait for a response, having already lifted her robe and started to finger her pussy.

Pharah watched. And then with further prompting, continued. “Bitch. Whore. Cunt.” Each statement of fact elicited a gasp of pleasure from Dani. After a bit, Dani howled as she came. After she settled down, she was able to focus again.

“Don’t just use those you cunt-for-brains flying bimbo. Be a bit more creative.”

Dani’s words struck deep into Pharah’s mind and pussy. They were hot, and so good. When she had called her bitch, it was just a little tingle, but with each successive and more complex demeaning word, oh, oh, she was getting so wet. And the idea of saying it back to Dani was so heavenly as well. She tried to think of a good response.

“You… you… bitch-witch!” Dani moaned. “Cumming like a silly slut from just a few words.” Dani was panting heavily again. Even though Pharah was directing her words to Dani, they kindled the fire in her even further. She started fingering herself. “You bitch-slut-cunt. You… mmmm… oooooh.” She found soon enough that she couldn’t concentrate on anything else but getting herself to cum. She erupted, her juices spurting out from her reclined position, soaking the pseudo-velvet material of the chair beneath her. Dani came again a moment later, and soon enough the air was silent again but for their post-sex breathing.

“That… that was amazing.” Pharah couldn’t help but gush.

“Of course it was.” Dani collected herself, pushing down her robe and wiping the sweat from her hair. “But that was just an appetizer. Come on, we’ve got a rule to enforce and so many unknowing violators to educate.”