Mercy × Tracer × reader

You recently graduated from engineering school and had been looking for a job for a while. You even applied for a job at the Overwatch headquarters in Zürich, Switzerland, not seriously expecting to hear back from them.

Imagine your surprise when not only do they reply, they invite you on-site for an interview! And as the cherry on top, your interviewer is nobody less than Winston, the sentient gorilla turned vigilante leader himself.

“Honestly, we just need an extra pair of hands on deck. A jack of all trades, that’s willing to help out with all the menial tasks that need doing around Overwatch HQ. Things like greasing up Orisa’s joints, restocking Reaper’s hammer space with preloaded shotguns, feeding Brigitte’s cat when she’s out on a mission, and so on.” he explains in his comforting deep voice.

“Yes sir!” you say eagerly, “I can definitely do that, and whatever skills I lack, I can pick up on the job. I’m a quick learner”, you boast.

“Please, call me Winston!” the 600 pound gorilla says amicably, “And I like your can-do attitude. That’s exactly what we need around here. Welcome aboard!” he says jumping up from behind his desk. “Oh! That reminds me. There is one more formality. Since this is a high risk job, I need you to undergo a medical examination before we can hire you. I’ll take you to our resident physician, Dr Angela Ziegler.”

Angela Ziegler, aka Mercy? Could this day get any better? Not only did you meet Winston and got a job at overwatch HQ, but you're going to meet Overwatch’s equally beautiful and brilliant healer too?

Moments later you find yourself standing in Dr Ziegler’s medical office. The voluptuous blonde has an ageless look about her. Her heart-shaped face is framed by locks of platinum blonde hair, and she looks at you with her piercing steel blue eyes, her lips curled in a benevolent smile.

“Grüezi! My name is Dr Angela Ziegler. It’s nice to meet you!” she says as she offers you her hand to shake.

You stand frozen, unable to speak or even raise your arm to take her hand. You recognize her instantly, of course; you’d recognize all the Overwatch agents. They’re international celebrities, after all, even if they sometimes forget it.

But you aren’t starstruck. The reason you are speechless, is that besides her iconic winged slippers and the golden halo perched atop her head, Mercy is wearing nothing at all. The woman is standing before you fully naked!

You swallow hard. “You’re naked!” you finally blurt out, “Why... are you naked?”

Mercy’s expression changes. She gives you a concerned look, then looks at the monkey next to you. “Winston? You didn’t tell him...?” she asks.

Winston lets out an embarrassed chuckle. “Oh! Forgive me. I should have mentioned that at Overwatch HQ our dress code is clothing optional”, he explains casually, “I hope that doesn’t bother you? Most of our female staff prefers going nude over wearing their cumbersome field armor, and we found that having naked women walking around the office increases morale among the male staff, too, which is invaluable in times of crisis. You see, it started as a one-off, a naturist themed casual friday...”

Winston keeps droning on, while you take the opportunity to surreptitiously check out Dr Zieglers heavenly body. Your eyes glance down her chest. Her breasts are incredibly round and firm, with a pair of perky nipples in the centers, surrounded by pale pink areolas. Her sides narrows towards her cute little waist, which gives way to her full round hips. You notice a tuft of blonde hair trailing down between her legs, and below that, her thick thighs touch each other as she stands with legs close together.

Flawless skin and a classic hourglass figure? What a bombshell! It’s the type of body that women would kill for, and men would die for. Many men have, you realize, only to be resurrected by the angelic doctor of course.

You slowly regain awareness of your surroundings as Winston finishes his monologue. ”... and that’s why Brigitte refuses to wear anything except her welding apron. Haha! Anyway, all this nudity won’t be a problem for you, will it?”

You blink. “No! No. Absolutely not. This is... fantastic!” You reassure him quickly, before clearing your throat, hoping you don’t sound too eager at the prospect of being able to watch Mercy walk around nude every day.

“Great!” Winston says with relief in his voice, “Then I’ll leave you in Angela’s care. I assume everything will be fine, and I look forward to working with you!”

“You too, sir... I mean Winston!” you correct yourself quickly, before you watch the gorilla fire up his rocket boosters and take a giant leap out of the room.

Mercy turns towards you and smiles. “So, let’s begin, shall we? I’ll need you to take off all your clothes. You can stand behind the privacy screen over there if you prefer,” she says with a melodious voice, as you slip behind the screen; even though you’re getting used to the idea of seeing Mercy naked at work, you’re not quite comfortable stripping down in front of her yourself.

As you start to undress you notice that you’ve gotten a bit hard just from looking at Mercy’s stunning body. You wonder if you should wait for your erection to go down on its own, but you figure that Mercy is a doctor and has probably seen a lot worse. If she’s in the habit of working nude, you’d be surprised if most of her male patients didn’t sport at least a semi during their examinations.

Just as you’re about to step out from behind the screen, you hear the door open and a petite girl with a mop of messy brown hair zips into the room. You recognize her instantly: it’s Lena Oxton, codename Tracer, of course. The blue light of the chronal accelerator strapped to her chest is a dead giveaway, even if she’s not wearing the rest of her usual attire, such as her orange goggles, her bomber jacket, or her iconic tight fitting leggings.

In fact, the girl is almost as naked as Mercy! Except for her shoes, the leather straps around her thighs, and the chronal accelerator between her breasts, you can see every inch of her skin as she zips past you and towards Mercy.

Tracer’s fit and petite body is a lovely contrast to Mercy’s voluptuous body. Although you can only view her from the back now, it’s clear the brunette looks like a classic tomboy, with short brown hair, toned shoulders and back, and an incredibly firm yet round butt.

“Lena! I told you you cannot just barge in here whenever you like” Angela berates her colleague in a stern voice. “I’m with a patient. The new guy Winston just hired.”

“Please, Doc! I need it badly” Tracer pleads with Mercy, “Ooh here’s an idea! If you treat me first, then I’ll use my special ability to rewind time afterwards. That way, the guy won’t even know I was here!”

Mercy bites her lip as she thinks it over. “Hm, are you sure that’s how it works? You know that your time travel shenanigans always confuse me, Lena.”

“Trust me, Angie! I know what I’m talking about. And I’ll be quick, I promise. I had a play with myself earlier but it only made me more randy. My fanny needs a good seeing to. Please, Angie, be a pal? Pretty please?”

Her English accent is kind of cute, you think. And her butt looks incredibly sexy, as she bends over the examination table, spreading her legs apart to expose her dripping wet pussy underneath.

“Well, alright then”, Mercy relents, “but just a quickie, Lena!” she says as she walks over to a drawer to retrieve a cute pink strap-on dildo and a leather harness.

Your cock stands at full mast now, as you peek from behind the privacy screen, and watch Mercy step into the leather harness and pull it up to her hips like a pair of panties, before slotting the dildo in place.

Did I die and go to heaven? you wonder as you watch Mercy position herself behind the cute brunette. Are you really going to watch Mercy fuck Tracer?

“Here comes your medicine...!” Mercy says in a melodious voice as she dips her hips to put the tip of the dildo against Tracer’s opening, then with a smooth motion slides it inside.

“Oh yeah...! Fuck me, doc!” Tracer begs as she pushes her ass back against the dildo, forcing it all the way inside her small body.

“Careful, don’t hurt yourself...” Mercy warns, knowing how reckless Tracer gets when she’s in the mood.

Watching the girls have sex is so incredibly hot, that without even realizing it, you’ve started stroking yourself. You slowly move forward to get a better look at the action.

You don't notice the privacy screen begin to move, until it’s too late: it falls over and it loudly clatters onto the floor.

The girls freeze mid-stroke and turn to look at you. You are standing there with your hard cock in one hand, looking like a lecher, even though none of this was planned by you.

Mercy gives Tracer a confused look. “I thought he was frozen in time...?”

“No, I said I was going to rewind time after we’re done. He’s not frozen now, but he won’t remember any of this after we’re done.” Tracer explained, surprisingly lucidly given that she was in the middle of intercourse.

“Right... I understand now” Mercy says, though it doesn’t sound like she does.

“Hey! That gives me an idea. If he’s going to stand their gawking at us, maybe we can use him?” Tracer suggests, as the brunette lustfully gazes at your hard cock, “Look at how big and juicy his cock is! It would be a shame to let that go to waste, it would.”

“Uhm...” you begin, but your cock twitches involuntarily. It seems to like the idea of being used this way.

Mercy pulls slowly out of Tracer, the pink shaft of the dildo slick with the girl’s wetness. The dildo is only a little bigger than your own cock, you realize, and you could probably substitute for it without causing serious disappointment.

“Don’t get carried away, Lena”, Mercy says, trying to salvage the situation, “we don’t even know if he’s sexually attracted to women...”

“I’m attracted! I’m very much attracted!” you quickly butt in, as if your hard cock wasn’t proof enough.

Mercy giggles. “Okay, so he is. But what about you, Lena? I thought you were a lesbian? What would Emily think about this?”

Tracer rolled her eyes. “You’re overanalyzing, Angie. Of course I love Emily, but nothing beats the feeling of a throbbing flesh and blood cock inside ya. Can’t I be a lesbian who likes to be properly sorted out by a well-hung bloke every once in a while? Emmy won’t mind. We’re only exclusive romantically. We’ve agreed that we can shag other people so long as there aren’t any deeper feelings.”

“Sometimes you surprise me, Lena. That’s surprisingly mature of you. Well, I’m glad you both consent, and he does look like he needs the relief as much as you do” Mercy considers as she glances at your erect manhood, “but I’m not sure I’m comfortable having two patients engage in sexual intercourse in my office. It wouldn’t be ethical.”

You cough. “If I may bring up something? Tracer, I mean Lena, is going to rewind time anyway. So whatever we do before that won’t have really happened, right?” you suggest, eager to go along with Tracer’s idea.

“Yes! See, he gets it!” Tracer says enthusiastically as she lies down on her back on the examination table, spreading her legs wide. “Get over here, big boy!” she encourages you.

She looks irresistable like this, entirely nude except for the chronal accelarator nestled between her perky tits, and the leather straps digging into her muscular thighs. You notice the small tuft of brown hair, and the pink slit glistening wet underneath. You quickly climb onto the table and kneel betweeen her legs.

You place your hands on her knees to spread her wide open, and rub the tip of your cock along her wet pussy lips, savoring the moment.

“Stop teasing, love...!” she moans, “I can only go back so much in time. And I promised Angie I wouldn’t waste her time!”

You chuckle softly. “Well, if that’s what you want...” you grin and with a quick thrust you slide deep inside her tight body. You moan deeply as you start to fuck her. Her body feels incredibly hot and tight around your cock!

You’re a bit concerned that you’re hurting her; after all, you’re insanely hard, and she’s quite petite, but either she feels fine or she likes a bit of pain alongside the pleasure, because she’s moaning just as hard as you are, reaching up to grab your shoulders and pull you towards her for a kiss.

You keep moving your hips up and down, slowly withdrawing your cock before slamming it back in with full force.

Mercy takes off her strap-on and walks up to the wall, where she picks up her Caduceus staff. “I'll give you a little boost to move things along. Don't worry, it won’t hurt, I promise. In fact, I think you’ll rather enjoy it. That goes for both of you.”

Suddenly, a blue beam shoots from the tip of the staff. A blue light surrounds your body, and you feel its power surging through your body. You feel... invigorated. “Oh fuck...!” you groan, as you feel your cock throbbing hard. It’s like an instant dosis of viagra, boosting your performance. You’re harder than you’ve ever been in your life, and the effect is not lost on Tracer.

The young woman lets out a high pitched moan. She throws back her head, and her eyes roll back. You can feel her muscles clench around your cock, as her body begins to shake, and she starts to cum on your cock.

Eager to reach your own climax, you continue to fuck her hard, which only enlarges the waves of pleasure that you send through the girl’s petite body, making her moan and squirm uncontrollably under you.

Time seems to stand still as your two bodies become one, your cock sliding in and out of her tight wet pussy over and over, while she squirms on the examination table, lost in ecstasy. You feel yourself approaching your own climax while her pleasure slowly wanes, until she stops moving, apparently completely spent. She smiles up at you with a naughty smirk on her lips. “Cheers, love” she whispers, and you catch her winking at you. Then in a flash of light her body disappears from underneath you.

You look around in confusion, feeling a little silly as you find yourself kneeling over the table with just air under you, your erection still hard and wet, but no longer engulfed by Tracer’s hot body.

You climb off the table. “Oh... I guess she used her Recall ability now.” you say sheepishly, “A bit of a selfish lover, isn’t she?” you comment as you realize she dipped as soon as she finished cumming, leaving you with a hard cock and a pair of blue balls.

Mercy puts her staff away. “Wait, weren’t you supposed to be rewound too?” she asks, seeming even more confused than you at the present situation.

You grin. “Uhm, I hate to have to explain this to you, Ms Ziegler, but Recall only sends Tracer back in time. It doesn’t affect anyone else. I thought that would be common knowledge around here?”

Mercy slaps her forehead with the palm of her head. “I knew it didn’t make sense! Aghh!! I can’t believe I keep falling for Lena’s tricks. So... you remember... everything... that just happened?” she asked cautiously.

You glance down at your still throbbing cock. “Well, yeah, obviously. You do, too, right? Why wouldn’t I?”

Mercy blushes. “I’m so sorry! This was so unprofessional of me. I was supposed to examine you, but instead I let another patient trick you into having sex with her. I feel terrible.”

You sit down on the edge of the examination table, erection still at full mast. You shrug your shoulder. “Don’t beat yourself up, doctor. I actually enjoyed that a lot, at least as long as it lasted.” you say, giving her a comforting smile.

“Oh you poor thing! Lena really did a number on you. And now you’re left with an uhm... rather impressive erection” she said, as you notice her eyes flick down to your crotch, and she licks her lips. “Will you allow me to finish the job for you?”

You barely have time to answer as she drops down on her knees before you. She leans forwards trapping your cock between her large breasts. “How does this feel?” she asks in a sultry voice as she puts her hands on the side of her tits, pushing them against your shaft as she begins to move slowly up and down. Her skin is incredible soft, and her breasts feel so hot on your hard cock.

You groan as she begins to give you a world class titjob. “Amazing... I’m... I’m... fuck...!” you groan as you feel your balls tighten. Before you can warn her, your cock begins to twitch and you start to cum, shooting a rope of sticky white semen onto her face. “Sorry!” you say quickly, knowing that more is coming.

Fortunately, she doesn’t seem mad. She giggles happily and quickly closes her eyes. She reaches between your legs and cups your balls in the palm of her hand, gently massaging them as your throbbing cock covers her face with cum until it’s dripping down her chin and onto her large breasts.

After you finish cumming, she wipes the cum away from her eyes, then and sticks her fingers into her mouth, sucking them clean. “My, that was a big load. You really should relieve yourself more frequently. It’s never a good thing when young men like yourself walk around, all sexually frustrated.” she comments, “at least I can tell you are in perfect health, so let’s wrap up the examination here. But feel free to come by my office any time for a followup consultation” she says as she slowly gets to her feet, “or, if you need a womans touch relieaving your sexual tensions. As you noticed, Lena does it all the time, and altough it’s not formally part of my duties as a physician, I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it.” she adds with a wink.

You feel a little bad about covering the kind doctor in cum, but she doesn’t seem at all concerned. Instead she walks over to a supply cabinet and takes out a fluffy white towel. She cleans the semen off her own body, before walking over to you. She sits down next you and leans forward. You spend a moment recovering from your orgasm, enjoying the view of her large breasts dangling in front of your as she takes her time carefully cleaning up your cock.

EPILOGUE

“Thanks, Doctor Ziegler” you say with a grateful smile, as you are slowly going limp. “I didn’t realize how much I needed that relief. You really are a miracle worker.”

Mercy gives you a beautiful smile in return. “Such a polite young man! You’re more than welcome. Oh, and please call me Angela from now on. We're like one big family here, and you are now part of it.”

Just as you are about to get down from the examination table, still completely naked, you hear the door open again. Tracer sticks her head through the gap.

“Oh, Angie?” she says, with an apologetic smile on her lips, “Uhm, turns out I made a teensy mistake. When I rewound time, I didn’t send him back, only myself.”

Angela chuckled. “Yes, we noticed. I just took care of your unfinished business, Lena. Was that everything you wanted to say?”

Tracer shook her head and stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. She looked a little guilty, and for some reason, that made her look even more sexy. “No, actually, I made another miscalculation. When I sent myself back in time, I also undid my orgasm. I feel just as horny now as when I first came in. Do you think you could...”

Angela sighed. “Say no more! I’ll get the strap-on out again, but this is the last time today, Lena.”

Tracer wiggled her hips nervously. “Uhm, actually... I wondered if he might...?” she began as she looked at you with puppy dog eyes.

You laugh and look at the limp dick between your legs. It’s clear you’re not up to the task right now. Actually, you feel pretty tired, as you often do after an orgasm, and this was a huge one. You’d rather take a nap than go for round two.

“I would love to, but I’m afraid Dr Ziegler... I mean, Angela, drained me completely. I'm out of commision for at least a few hours” you say politely.

Mercy smiles as she picks up her Caduceus staff again. “Actually, I think I can be of assistance here...” she points the staff in your direction and a yellow beam shoots out the tip. You feel a warm aura surrounding you. The weariness leaves your body and the fire returns to your loins as Mercy cures you of your refractory period.

Tracer happily claps her hands as she realizes what’s happening. “Thanks, Angie! You’re the best! So what do you say, newbie? How about a rematch?”