No charm, no foul

Dani was roused by a knock on the lab door. Her ad hoc Mercy bed had served as quite the nice resting spot for a spell, but as ever, the many vagaries of fate **** her ever onwards.

“Come in!” She called in place of Mercy, who was otherwise indisposed with moaning as her boobs were pressed into the ground by the pressure of Dani on her back.

A few moments later, Pharah had joined them, and with a quite confused look on her face. Understandable really.

“Ah. You might be wondering what this is all about. Don’t worry, I can explain.” Dani nodded sagely to her guest. “You see, this is the result of my one and one session with Mercy. It turns out to be happy that Mercy needed huge tits and a giant ass. On that topic, could you hand me my law book?”

Pharah looked like she wanted to get a word in, but Dani was just speaking so quickly and authoritatively that it wasn’t so easy to find the right moment to broach the unusualness of the scene. Yes, if it was for her friend’s happiness, she completely and utterly was in favor of it, but it was just a bit unusual, wasn’t it? She’d try to broach the subject once Dani was done with whatever she wanted. In the meantime, she reached into her supply bag (not a purse, mind you) that she lugged around and pulled out the lawbook Dani had leant her.

“How has it been treating you, by the way? I imagine a slut like you would be happy protecting the law. Disciplined any unruly rulebreakers?” Dani idly asked as she took the book from her student/patient.

“Yes.” Pharah thought for a moment on how to describe it. “Very happy. I’ve already corrected a few members about their verbal behavior and thanks to your recording they’ve been very receptive. I haven’t had to discipline anyone yet.”

“Good, good. Now, after helping Mercy, I’ve remembered a few more rules. Let me just jot them down. Won’t take a second.” Dani prestidigitated a quill and began writing in the book. Pharah wanted to lean over and read them, but she was patient enough to wait. It wasn't like her mentor was writing a book, just a few more sentences really. Their length belied their importance, however.

“There.” Dani clicked her tongue. “Perfect.” She handed the book back to Pharah, who wasted not a moment in perusing the new contents. The book 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.”

“Rule 2: All women must have big boobs and asses.”

“Rule 3: A woman must be open to having sex at any time with another woman.”

Pharah blinked. She blunk again. And then, after a third blink, the words were internalized.

Which meant precisely one thing. She was breaking the rules! Her boobs, which she had previously thought were perfectly sized, were tiny compared to Mercy’s, and not at all able to be qualified as big.

“Aaaaaah!” She yelled out in a mixture of surprise and guilt. How was she supposed to enforce the rules if she was in violation, perpetually at that! “My tits! My ass!” She rushed forward and tried to lift Mercy up, which was a much harder task than it used to be. A bit of work, and she had mercy sitting on her gigantic tush.

“Mercy, what happened to you? Tell me. Quick.”

Angela, who was now mercifully freed from the constant pressure on her insanely sensitive tits which she had endured for the last hour in mind-numbing agony-bliss, nodded dumbly. “Yessss.”

“What?” Pharah looked her in the eyes and saw no one was home. “Get a hold of yourself!” She lightly slapped the doctor’s face. “Wake up!”

The doctor let out a slight gasp at the contact. Luckily, it wasn’t her tits or ass that were abused. It was enough to bring things back into focus at least. “Fareeha? What are you doing in my lab?”

“I came here to report to Dani. But that’s not important. I need your help, you dumb cunt. Tell me how you got your tits so big.”

“Oh. These?” Mercy looked down and it took everything in her being to not get lost in a trance. Her boobs were so big now, so incredibly mesmerizing to look at, to take in their fullness. “Ohhh. I grew them. Took some tricky calculations, but I managed to modify my caduceus to alter their physicality.”

Pharah’s eyes immediately went to the discarded staff. It was lying on the ground slightly off to the side. She dashed over and grabbed it, holding it in both hands.

“How do I use it?”

“Use it?” Mercy echoed. Her friend had never shown such an interest before. “I’m afraid it’s out of juice. Will take a day to recharge, at the minimum.”

Pharah deflated, sinking to the ground. A day? An entire day spent in violation, in abeyance of her happiness? She looked from Mercy, who had fallen prey to her own tits and was drooling on them with a blank look on her face, to Dani, who was perched on the desk, grinning and kicking out her legs.

“Aren’t you upset about this? You’re breaking the rules too. I’d give you a punishment if I felt I was in any position at all that wasn’t completely hypocritical.” Dani’s bosom was of approximately the same size as Pharah’s. Better than average, but nothing special, not in the light of the room’s other occupant.

“Why should I be? It’s not like the rules apply to me.”

“What?” This was news to Pharah. “The rules apply to everyone.”

“Read the fine print. It says all women, doesn’t it? Simple enough.” Dani leapt down and did a twirl. “If it applies to all women, and it doesn’t apply to me, then what’s the obvious answer? I’ll tell you. I’m not a woman, nor a man for that matter. I’m a Pazuzu. No gender at all really. I’m just taking the form of a woman since, well, it’s preferable to the alternative.”

Pharah looked at the not-a-woman. She knew her friend was from another world, but she hadn’t quite taken in what that meant. It wasn’t completely out of the pale either, given that in their own world there were parallels to be drawn. The omnics for one. It still didn’t sit right with her that the one giving out the rules should be above or separate from them, but it wasn’t like Dani was doing this for malicious reasons. And it wasn’t like her friend could change who she was, so no use bemoaning the fact.

“So it’s just me then…”

“Yep. Now, normally providing punishment would fall to a law enforcer, but given that you’re the one breaking the law, it’s up to me. Lucky for you, given that there’s no way to change your form right now, I’ll let you off with a warning. But I expect you to expand your tits and ass as soon as possible, got it? The same goes for all the other women here.”

“Got it.” Pharah saluted smartly. She was lucky indeed. And already the tight feeling in her chest was somewhat mollified.

“And one more thing. Just because you can’t enforce rule 2, that doesn’t mean you can enforce rule 1 and 3. In fact, I’d say that their enforcement must be even more vigorous to make up for the other’s lack. Got it?”

“Got it!” Pharah saluted again.

“Good. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a session with Tracer.” Pharah nodded her assent to her commands and the dismissal. She left in front of Dani and made her way to Zarya’s quarters. Meanwhile, Dani took the opposite path. Pharah wondered for a brief moment about what route to happiness Tracer needed, but thought better of giving it deep consideration. She had her own task, and she trusted in her friend’s therapeutic expertise. After all, she was a living example of its success!

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“Well isn’t this a surprise? I didn’t know you were having a guest over. Athena, you really should be better about letting me know about these kinds of things.”

“Sorry, Dani. I’ll be better.” A note of contrition entered Athena’s robotic chords. Manufactured of course, but the sentiment was real.

“Tracer, who is this?” Emily, who was sitting on the couch with one arm around her girlfriend, asked the brunette.

“Oi?” Tracer seemed genuinely surprised at the question, as if asking about the existence of Dani was something unusual. Which was odd, when she thought about it. She supposed it was just that Dani had become such a sudden and important fixture in her life, in all of the Overwatch member’s lives. “This is Danrielle, Dani to her friends. She’s from another world. Got zapped here during a tele-port accident. But don’t worry, luv. She’s a good egg. Already friends with all of us.”

“Uh huh.” Emily understood half of that, and certainly not the part about another world.

“Yep!” Dani bounced over and stuck her hand out. “I’m so happy I got stuck here and not some hell-plane. Everyone here is so nice. But enough about that, I’d love to be friends with you too.”

Emily looked at the outstretched hand, then to Tracer who was nodding rapidly, then back to the hand. She supposed if her lover was for it, then she was too. Her Lena was an extraordinary judge of character. She grasped the newcomer’s hand in her own and gave it a firm shake.

“Glad to meet you.”

“Charmed, and as they say in my world,” Dani took the opportunity to incant ‘Charm Persons, Greater’ in the arcane language. It was a shame to use a multi-target spell on a single person, but, needs be and all that. The light went out of Emily’s eyes, her body frozen as the spell weaved around her brain.

“Now, the reason I came here was to do a one-on-one session with Tracer. You see, I’ve been helping my new friends achieve true happiness. They trust me. You’re my friend now too. You trust me. You want to be happy too. Nothing I do is strange, since it’s just my world’s customs. You’re willing to try anything. You’ll listen to me and believe what I say, otherwise you won’t be happy.”

Emily nodded, her red hair bobbing up and down. “Trust… you.” Tracer was watching them curiously, but as the recipient of Dani’s wisdom, didn’t linger long. It was just the normal operating procedure for Dani to be a bit weird.

“Great.” Dani let go of Emily’s hand and took a seat opposite the couple on the couch. “Let’s get started then. Tell me a bit about yourselves.”

“I’m Tracer, though my real name is Lena Oxton.” She nudged Emily, who was a bit out of it still. When Emily didn’t respond, Tracer sighed and answered for her. “This is Emily, luv of my life. She’s my girlfriend. Normally we’d be over at her apartment in King’s Row, but I wanted to show her around the base. Priv’lige of being a senior member.” A cheeky grin sufficed to say that Tracer wasn’t shy of using her position to live life to its fullest.

“Love…. Yes, I love Lena. Lena.” Emily blinked. The fog that had clouded her mind was beginning to lift. “We’ve been together for years. Lena’s amazing. A real hero.”

“Oh shush you.” Tracer giggled as Emily poked her in the side. “You’re not half bad either, you know. Not everyone is smart enough to become a neuro-surgeon.”

“A neuro-surgeon? Ah, neuro. Brain. You heal the brain?” Some of the words were still new to Dani, the peculiarities of dialects of common. In her off time when she wasn’t tending to her patients, she had been studying the records of history and language that Athena had been helpfully providing. A lucky turn that Neuro was one of the roots that she had added to her lexicon.

“Yeah, it’s amazing what they can do now. But enough about that.” Lena leaned forwards, hands on her knees. “What do we need to do to become happy. Not that we aren’t happy together or with the way things are, but you know, it could always be better.”

“Hmm.” Dani looked between the two, between Tracer’s almost giddy eagerness and Emily’s still slightly askew nervousness. “I think I’ve got it. You two obviously love each other very much, but you two have been repressing your true desires. You’ve been lying to yourselves. You will never be happy with a normal relationship. In fact, you two have a shared fetish that you just haven’t been brave enough to share with each other. It’s only thanks to my experience as a sex therapist that I’m able to tell what it is.”

“Oh?” Tracer had never thought she had a hidden fetish that was impeding their relationship, and neither had Emily.

“Hmm. How best to illustrate this. You are aware of this woman named Widowmaker, right?”

“Aware? I’ve beaten her to Timbuktu and back more times than I can count!” Tracer half-yelled into the air. “Been beaten by her a few times too.” A bit more sheepish on that last part.

“And specifically, how she was once known as Amélie Guillard, married to Gérard Lacroix. She was then brainwashed by Talon to kill her husband and then trained to become the agent she is known as today.”

The lovers nodded. It was a grim tale by any measure.

“I fail to see how this relates to us.” Emily knew the tale, but it wasn't anything personal past Tracer’s involvement.

“You will when I tell you. It’s basically you two, but just not as deadly. You see, Emily, you’ll be happy once you realize that you have a fetish for having your lover brainwashed into cuckolding you, and that you Lena, Tracer, have a fetish for being brainwashed to cuckold your lover.”

“Oh.” “Oh.” The two blinked.

“And how lucky of you both to have my magnificent self here to help. Talon brainwashing tech might be out of reach, but I’m an expert in mind enchantments.”

Tracer blinked. Emily blinked.

“Lucky…” They trailed off together.

“And with your permission, I’d like to do a little bonus session between us. Strike while the iron’s hot and all that.”

Dani grinned, her toothy smile broadening as wide as her face could permit.