Patreon Compilation – Fic#106 – Genji/Sigma/Mercy – sexpollen/fuck-or-die; transwomen Genji and Mercy – Oh Goodness...

(Genji and Mercy get hit by the ol' sexpollen. Sigma is not predatory/creepy about it or them being trans, just so you know!)

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“Alright, Genji. How are you feeling?”

“Pretty good! My left elbow did lock a few times during the last battle, though…”

“Hmm that’s worrisome. Alright, hop up on the table and I’ll have a look at- oh? What’s that?”

“I brought you a little souvenir, doc.”

Siebren has to slightly smile from hearing the big grin in Genji’s voice. He glances behind him to see the two women on the other side of the room. Genji has hopped up on the examination table and is holding up a bright yellow flower that Siebren vaguely knows but couldn’t put a name to at that moment.

Genji is grinning roguishly, trying to make Angela blush. Siebren doesn’t know if she succeeded – he turns away to pay attention to his own work while the two do their little song and dance.

“Well… thank you.” She sounds quietly pleased. “That is very sweet of you, Genji.”

Siebren lets them sink to the back of his mind as he focuses on the numbers in front of him. Vaguely, he is aware of someone sneezing, but it is not enough to pull him out of the almost meditative state he is sinking into, moving from his microscope to his list and back again.

...So when there suddenly is a hand on his shoulder, gripping tight, he nearly throws his equipment to the ground as he startles with an undignified squawk. He presses his hand against his chest, his heart racing way too fast. He looks over and realizes that it is Angela.

“Oh… goodness. Angela. I did not hear you- are you… are you quite alright, my dear?”

Angela’s face is shiny with sweat and flushed, her eyes looking glassy.

“...Angela?” he asks softly, turning fully on his chair. Behind her, he can see Genji pressing close as well. She looks just as flushed, her clothes on the ground behind her. When he realizes she is naked, Siebren quickly looks off to the side. “Did something happen? Do you not feel well?”

As he speaks, his gaze falls on the flower Genji has gifted Angela. It is now lying on the ground in a circle of fine golden powder. He blinks slowly as his mind suddenly supplies him with the name of the innocent little gift, and the little passage from a book he has read many years ago.

...victims exhibit heightened sexual desires and a drastic increase in body temperature which will continue to climb until…

Siebren blinks again, then looks up at the two ladies now quietly crowding him in. Small, strong hands grab his legs and spread them apart to make room for the two of them to sit on either of his thighs. Siebren’s heart is beating in his throat, mouth going dry.

“Oh… dear… oh goodness,” he stammers, reaching up hectically and catching Angela’s hands in his, easily dwarfing them as he holds them in a warm, secure grip. “Doctor Ziegler. Can you hear me?” he tries without hope. Genji is surging forward, picking up what Angela has been denied.

Siebren tries to somewhat shield himself from the cyborg, but despite her being clearly under the influence of the mind altering pollen, she is just as quick and ruthless as she usually is, making short work of the buttons holding his shirt nice and closed.

As it is supposed to be!

Siebren’s breath hitches. He twists, trying to get his hand on a communicator while hands start to rub over his chest and try to divest him of his shirt. They exude an impossible heat. He is sure he is not affected by the pollen, but the sudden assault makes it difficult to have a single clear thought; especially when Angela starts to shimmy her hips and very clearly and… just… very obviously… just… she just rubs her… her ah… center against his knee and she makes these breathy little sounds-

“Athena!” Siebren croaks out, relief washing over him when the AI smoothly answers with a: “Yes, Doctor?”

Genji has been gently scratching through the thickest part of Siebren’s chest hair right over his sternum. She leans in, putting that wicked synthetic mouth over one of his little nipples. It has electricity spike through his body, breath hitching. On the other side, Angela keeps gently riding his knee like a very… very naughty girl.

“How can I help you, Doctor?” Athena inquires patiently. He opens his mouth but he does not know what to say. Send help, I am being assaulted by Miss Ziegler and Miss Shimada. His mouth snaps shut audibly, hectic dots of color on his cheeks.

“... Please lock the doors,” he croaks. He can hear the soft snap of bolts slipping home, and then Athena’s pleasant voice confirming the deed having been done. It’s difficult to pay any attention to it, though; especially since Genji has slipped from his thigh and is now kneeling on the floor, busy opening Siebren’s pants.

He catches those busy little hands, trying to think of a way out of the situation while Angela is moaning into his ear, close enough for him to feel the hot puffs of her breath against his skin, riding his knee, burning like a furnace…

Genji is not deterred by his holding her hands. She leans in with a wicked glint in her eyes and catches the zipper between her teeth, pulling it down with an ease that has Siebren’s head spinning.

“Oh Goodness,” he whispers, finally relenting to their pressing need. He can’t think with them crawling all over him, and he supposes by the time he has figured out how to help, it might be too late for the two already…

He lets go of Genji’s hands. It seems to be some kind of start signal for the two of them. Angela is rucking up her skirt now, showing him her concerning lack of underwear that must have been a… a thing even before this whole debacle. Siebren’s head spins. He stares at the pretty pussy she is now directly smearing over his knee, producing a wet spot on his pants.

“Oh dear-” He can barely get out anything. Genji’s synthetic little fingers are slipping through the slits of his underwear and curl around the silky shaft of his cock. To his utter humiliation, he is on his best way to getting hard. It’s been… so long since the last time he had someone in bed, and now two beautiful women are-

Angela slips from his knee when she sees his cock out on the open, and instead straddles his hips, knees planted on either side of his chair, pinning him in place while Genji helpfully lifts his cock and positions the tip at Angela’s opening.

She glances around Angela’s hips, her dark eyes glittering – not maliciously but definitely… cheeky. As if she knows exactly what she is doing, enabling her doctor friend to sit herself down on Siebren’s cock and sigh like someone sinking into a nice, hot bath.

Angela’s face is still flushed but relaxes visibly as Siebren glances up to stare at her, his jaw somewhat slack from the feeling of her hot, squishy insides so easily slipping over his shaft. He knows, vaguely, that Angela has been a driving force in her own body’s transitioning, but feeling her around him, slippery and gripping and stretching so beautifully for him, he feels himself developing a new-found respect for her expertise on the topic.

When Angela is sitting on him and there is no way he could slip out once again, Genji reaches up and around her. She grabs Angela’s shirt and rips it open, buttons flying in every direction and pinging off the floor and various delicate machinery. Siebren can only spare half a thought to having to search for all of them later, staring in embarrassed shock at Angela’s breasts bouncing out in the open.

Seems like she is not only averse to wearing panties…

“Oh…” he whispers. He hides his face behind his hands, feeling how hot his cheeks are against his palms. Angela doesn’t care for any of it. All she wants and needs is a cock to douse the flames that the pollen of the flower have fanned. Genji is like a menace behind her, flushed and eager, grabbing Angela’s breasts and kneading them as if for Siebren’s viewing pleasure.

He has to remind himself that he is doing this for Angela’s sake. And… and Genji’s? It is so difficult to think clearly when Angela is riding him, spurned on by Genji’s eager little hands feeling up her doctor all over; slipping beneath the rucked-up pencil skirt and squeezing the fat, swollen clit sitting so proud at the apex of her labia.

He peeks between his long fingers. It’s just not possible not to when Angela sounds like a wild cat as she bounces on his cock and slides it deep into her belly again and again while Genji draws tight, delirious circles around her clit.

Siebren can just hope she will forgive him once this ordeal is over. He hopes she won’t go to Winston with a formal complaint concerning his conduct because… because oh dear, he can’t be fired over something like this. Oh dear. Oh Goodness…

His balls are starting to feel like they are cramping. He lets his head sink back, biting down on a groan that still slithers its way out of his throat. He’s going to come soon… he’s going to come and shoot thick pulse after pulse of his cream right into his esteemed colleague while Genji looks like a goddamn unholy gremlin behind her, feeling her up and orchestrating the whole thing.

How devious.

How… how…

Angela cries out sharp and high-pitched when she reaches her peak, her nails clawing at Siebren’s chest, her hips stuttering and rutting as Genji is relentless as she keeps tormenting Angela’s swollen clit.

Oh. Dear.