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Each of them had a different goal in mind and a different reason for making this journey. There paths would cross again and again. At times as friends and allies. And other times as rivals. Leona's Pokemorph Adventure has begun. -end- Okay that's part one please tell me what worked and what didn't. I am always thankful for any review or criticism given to gay me. Tracer slammed her back into the coarse rough texture of the recently settled rubble as a scattering of weapons fire thudded into her new, makeshift cover, throwing up little clouds of dust that swirled around her. She ducked her head down low, sheathing one of her pistols as she looked down at her spent Chrono Accelerator with mounting impatience, “Come on, come on come on!!” She bit her lip and knew she shouldn’t look over the rubble, defenceless as she was while her Accelerator went through its recharge cycle, but she was unable to help it. Poking her head up only for a second, she saw Winston, arms outstretched, using his armoured hulk of a body to shield a wounded Soldier 76 who lay clutching a bloodied arm that was being seen to by Mercy, who was looking over him with a worried quickness. A burst of gunfire from elsewhere drew her attention and with a yelp she ducked her head back down, panting hard, her chest rising and falling quickly in rhythm with her breaths. Across a bare open space in cover of their own, Tracer knew, Widowmaker and Reaper were laying down a curtain of cover fire to allow the hacker Sombra to work on whatever it was she was doing. “Tracer!!” Came a deep desperate growl amid a fresh burst of clinking gunfire and Tracer let out a loud desperate whine, bouncing her feet against the ground as she recognised the sound of ammo pinging off of Winston’s armour. She looked down, her feet still tapping with the need to move and act as she watched her equipment until, finally and with painful slowness, the blue holographics of her Accelerator expanded back into place, signifying the recharge cycle was complete and that she was raring to go. “Well, it’s about bloody time!” She glanced up over her shoulder again, taking in the scene for a half second, noting the positions of her friends and foes before finally, with a blink big and a flash of blue, she set out headlong into the fray. “Tracer!” Came the shout again, more gleeful now as Winston recognised the zip of Tracer's movement, the massive ape still shielding Mercy as she saw to her patient's wounds. Catching Winston’s eye for a second Tracer giggled and flashed creampie him a smile, offering a mock little salute which he returned with a grin, his morale bolstered for seeing her on anal the field and looking as happy-go-lucky as ever. Across the open space she spotted the three assailants bunched up defensively, two, Widowmaker and Reaper facing outwards laying down fire from their own rubble as the third, Sombra, worked on a panel she’d busted open, trails of purple light extending from it, a telltale sign of Sombra’s access. Tracer pursed her lips for a brief moment between blinks, figuring out the best next step, before heading straight into the hail of oncoming fire. She kept her gaze focused on reaper as she blinked closer and closer watching his aim and avoiding his shots, still aware of the covering fire coming her way from Widowmaker, but less concerned about it than she might otherwise have been… Tracer sprinted forward towards the three, bullets kicking up the dust around her feet from the Widows Kiss rifle as Reaper dropped his guns, giving Tracer a brief reprise as to not overwork her Accelerator as he pulled out two fresh weapons. Tracer watched through her protective goggles as the barrels were raised towards her, saw the minuscule tensing of his hands as he pulled the triggers, then she blinked. “Present for you loves!” She giggled brightly, standing in the middle of the three, winking playfully as they turned, dropping her explosive Pulse Bomb in the middle of the group, hearing the familiar click as it attached itself firmly to the ground. She caught the gaze of Sombra and, crouched down as she blowjob was, Tracer found herself eye to eye with the girl, only six or so inches between their faces. Tracer got to enjoy the startled look on her face as she reached out a hand, poking Sombra on the nose. When we got done with that, we all laid on the huge ottoman together and just relaxed. Julie sighed. “Everyone, this is my girlfriend, Katherine.” Damn, so much creampie to do, so little time…….. I looked at her with pleading eyes, blowjob but all i got in return was a saucy smile and her hands gently wandering over my naked body, drawing small circles on my inner thighs then plucking at my nipple rings, she removed the tassels and replaced them with small bells. My turn she said pulling away and pulling up her pants I want that anal cream now pushing me back and down on the bench taking my cock deep in her mouth. "Want me to feel you up a gay bit?" Until she sees another ghoulish man approach slowly. Feel free to adjust it if you need to.” “Now squeeze them together” I told her and within big seconds she was moaning into my belly and biting and sucking it.