Artwork by BadgerSFM
Story by PhilBroSlicehttps://discord.gg/WdqgcmW
The sound of firing fusion cannons echo throughout the chinatown street like a thousand heavy slot machine levers being pulled in sequence. The flashes of green overpower the hundreds of other neon signs and lights in the foggy evening sky
“Your energy reserves are already at 30% Hana,” Dae hyun nags, hanging on D.va’s name like a doting mother “You’d better get out of there soon before that mech becomes a steel lunch box.”
“Not my fault I got thrown into a pack of endless circus zombies! Seriously, how did we even end up in chinatown of all places?”
“Focus, Hana! More baddies on your left.”
On cue, D.va swings a fusion cannon left and fires off a barrage of light pellets, reducing the undead into a meat pile. This doesn’t deter more stumbling figures to come forward however, as they march on in clumsy pursuit.
“Come on, just a little more…”
Hana pleads with her craft, as she lures an ever growing mob of undead circus folk into a large intersection.
D.Va smashes the self destruct button, throttles the boost on her mech to maximum capacity, and flips the ejection crank all in one smooth, practiced motion. The ejection protocol sucks her out of her seat, and soaring through the air backwards into a storefront street. She braces herself with only her feet and one hand, sliding to a stop as she touches the floor. Her mech becomes bright enough to illuminate the street like the sun at noon before an earth-shaking explosion sends the neighbourhood into a fit of tremors. The shockwave causes D.Va’s brunette hair to billow in the wind before settling back down on her slender back. She poses, with a V for victory in one hand and her other hand on her hip.
“And another play of the game in the books!” D.Va shouts, loud enough to make sure her associate on the comms system overheard. Through the noise of the comms system, Dae Hyun responds with an exasperated sigh.
The silence of her victory celebration is interrupted by the applause of a single pair of hands, followed by a dry, whining laugh.
“Bravo! Bravo! What an EXPLOSIVE way to end tonight’s show!”
Confused, D.va reaches for her light gun, clicking off the safety as she brings it up to eye level.
“But don’t let the curtains fall just yet! We’ve got a gut-busting encore waiting in the wings.”
D.va can only squint, her head tilting to try and make sense of what was being heard and seen.
“Ladies and gentleman, tonight’s act features a special guest, and a very close friend of mine,” He chuckles to himself, unable to withstand his own incredible sense of humour. “Let’s all give a warm welcome to the Hilarious antics of Jeffrey Chase!”
D.va continues to look on in squinting, slack-jawed awe.
“… Jeffrey who?”
As she tries to process, an imposing figure wraps its sausage-like fingers around her neck with ease. D.va suddenly finds the ground missing beneath her feet and her breath disappearing in a similar fashion.
“Ghk… huuun,” She can only afford the energy to kick and squirm, her head stuck in its facing upwards as the grip on her throat sinks deeper and deeper. In her panic, she drops her gun. It clatters as it bounces off the ground a few times.
“What’s that doll? You’ll have to speak up, my hearing hasn’t been so good in my autumn years” The joker extends a hand to his ear and leans forward, listening to the rimshot only he can hear.
D.va’s pupils jerk around, scrambling to try and assess her situation. All she can make out is what looks like a homeless clown and the ground being really far from her than usual. Daehyun seems to be shouting something in her ear, but she can hardly make it out. As she juggles all these tasks around in her head, D.Va notices another corpulent hand grasping at her plug suit.
“Oh my, it seems our dear friend Jeffrey is getting quite curious about his newfound toy! Me thinks he’s trying to see if it’s… lifelike… under those garments.”
Jeffrey struggles to find a grasp on the smooth fabric of the suit, clumsily brushing against D.Va’s breasts and navel before finally getting a good pinch of material and pulling at it with the pace of a dead man’s heart. The act cranes her whole body forward until the fabric finally gives and rips away at the front compartment of the suit, exposing her entire front side to the night. The mounds of her breasts jiggle as she continues to writhe in choking agony, her legs still swinging about.
“Well, Jeffrey, looks like you were right! It really is quite accurate!” Joker slides right up to D.Va’s body, careful not to eat a boot as he approaches, “And judging by those naughty bits, it’s quite… nippy”
He can hardly contain himself as he cackles through gritted teeth, winding his arm up to slap his knee. Jeffrey doesn’t seem satisfied (at least not more than his usual frown) however, and his free hand reaches to D.Va’s limber body once more. This time, his fingers slide along the valley of her body, stroking between her legs like he’d dropped a coin between the couch cushions and was trying to fish it out.
“You lookin’ for something buddy? If you keep moving your hands like that, the only thing you’ll find is her G-spot, ol’ pal!”
Joker winks, giving an approving elbow nudge to Jeffrey’s gut as he continues to unwittingly please D.Va. Between the choking and the playful stroking, she’d begun to grow moist against her mindful desire to be free of this brute’s grip. Jeffrey’s fingers begin to slip and slide, his fingers slick with D.Va’s discharge. The mounds enveloping her ripe pussy began to shimmer in the bright neon lights of the chinatown street.
“Oh come now, you’ve almost got it! Get your finger in that lady hole and you can find a prize! Maybe it’s a string to pull for one of this Dolly’s catchphrases!”
Jeffrey’s hooked finger finally catches on the crevice of D.Va’s pussy, causing a shiver to run up her body and cease her body’s futile resistance for a moment. His digit then proceeds to straighten out and proceed deeper into her walls, feeling around for the space inside her. D.Va’s warm thighs instinctively come together, sandwiching Jeffrey’s tree trunk of an arm to brace her body. The friction has an adverse effect on her already sparse breathing, her mouth wide open with her tongue reaching as far as it could away from the rest of her. In the midst of her gasping and thrashing, Jeffrey leans his face in close to her soft body, and sneaks a lick of D.Va’s gloved hands. Even through the alloy-fabric, he can tell which finger he’ll be taking as a souvenir. The knowledge turns the corners of his mouth up a smidge.
The pleasure comes to a halt however, as Jeffrey reaches her cervix. Her eyes open wide like she had just woken up and her pupils shrink. Her mouth opens again, not in bliss but in shock, showing her gritted teeth as she feels Jeffrey’s appendage prod at her insides. The tubby featured performer redoubles his efforts to break into D.Va’s inner walls, his thrusts shake her entire body with each attempt, provoking a grunt from her as he dives against her insides.
The ramming seems to go on for an eternity until finally, D.Va’s supple body gives in to the sheer force of the clown. She seizes up, her legs pointing straight; her arms go rigid for a moment, trembling with tension as she feels her insides become compromised. Muffled squelching can be heard as Jeffrey reaches around deep inside her, his activities only appearing as an occasional lump or swell on her belly as he hooks a loop of intestine and slowly dredges it out. Like a magic trick with a seemingly endless loop of handcloths, more and more of D.Va’s innards continue to come out of her once pristine pussy. Her body goes limp long before the last length of her guts have snaked out of her.
Joker watches D.Va’s lifeless body sway with bemusement as Jeffrey holds her neck loosely, her head dangling unnaturally from between his engorged fingers.
“Really? No ‘nerf this’ or ‘I play to win’? Ah well…”
He leans in to give D.Va’s clit a smooch before running his narrow tongue along the upper length of her pussy. He laps up the still warm lady juices before composing himself.
“Come on then, Jeffrey. Time to pack our stuff and take home our toys to play with all by our lonesome.”
Jeffrey responds with his trademark blank open-mouth frown and walks alongside his coworker, still holding onto the neck of D.Va as her limbs swing around like a life-size doll.
“That one you can keep. I tried to take a brown one home but Harley damn near kicked me out of the house unless I fed it to the hyenas.”