Your Favorite Healslut: Cosplay Con

This one had a few different iterations. I've got more ideas for the game itself but I wanted to look at the world around Merc Squad. I'd hinted at it in a few endings but never really dove in. Was MS popular? What was Healslutfan really like? I made a lot of additions to this idea as I went on, particularly the last 1/4 or so. First time really experimenting with... well, the final sex scene. Kinda fun, not sure how much I'd revisit it though.

Ghost Shot, Skullfucker, Patcher and the rest of the Merc Squad had only the loosest of understanding about the world outside of theirs. They knew of the programmers who created the world and they had the barest contact with the players who guided their fate. They knew that the higher beings had their own world but almost nothing about it. It was something far more advanced than theirs; more than fifteen maps. Houses of their own. Jobs that didn’t involve killing people. It was well beyond their understanding so they ignored anything so complex, satisfied with their own little world. They went about their simpler digital battles while the world beyond them subtly changed theirs… and in some cases mimicked it.

“Her Merc Squad fans! Good news! We here at Inferno Game Studio have been doing so well thanks to all of you that we’re getting an official both at this year’s Video Arts and Gaming expo. We’ve had a lot of positive feedback and we’d love to meet some of our fans face to face. Stop on by the booth for some Merc Squad swag, demos of some future content and free QR codes for some lootboxes just for our VAG-con visitors. Of course if you’ve got some cosplay, we’d LOVE to see you looking good as your favorite merc!”

-From the Merc Squad official Twitter

“There you go! Just write in whatever you want to be called on your badge and enjoy VAGcon.” The attendant at the booth slid the girl her plastic badge and she scrawled out in marker “Healslut.” She flicked the marker back on the desk, shook it out to dry it, looped it around her neck, and carefully made sure it fit between her tits. Her Patcher cosplay was pretty spot on, even if she didn’t match the character’s figure as closely as she wanted. She was too skinny to have the hips on Patcher and she’d had to apply some extra pads inside her low-cut chestplate (at least she sort of had the ass for it). Her hair was more of a very light brown than her bright blonde but she thought a wig would look crummy. She took a while to practice walking in heels before the con and she’d needed her friend to teach her how to do her makeup this well/slutty. But with her pink skirt and thong finished off the look, she felt like it was as good a cosplay as she was going to get of her favorite character in the game.

The cosplayer wasn’t at VAG to get recognized for who she really was. She was there to enjoy the sights, get some swag, meet a few people and do her general convention things. The Merc Squad players had posted about how they were going to use their screen-names for their name tags, but Healslutfan42069 felt a bit excessive… not to mention she’d shit-talked a lot of people over the last year. She felt like Healslut got the point across while still holding some credibility to her online persona if she felt like owning up to it. For now, she’d rather play herself up as her favorite healslut from the game.

"Heals" went around the various panels and booths, her main interests clearly in the Merc Squad stuff. Once she made sure to bag a couple shirts and QR codes, she roamed the artist alley to get some fanart (the cute one with Ghost and Patcher snuggling inside a heart, some Bork buttons, the homemade Night Shift figurine, etc.). Along the way, she ran into the real fans she was after.

"Oh my god, Patcher! Hey!" A scrawny guy with shaggy hair and a Mega Man shirt waved her down, his camera phone at the ready. Heals giggled ditzily like she'd practiced and waved to him with her exaggerated smile.

"Oh hi there, sweetie," she chimed, adding a little more high pitch to her voice to copy the real Patcher as best she could. She blew his running recording a kiss as she bent over to show off her cleavage. "Nice to meetcha! How you liking the con!?"

"Oh it's great! Your cosplay's really good! It's uh... really loyal to the character."

Heals smirked as she picked up the geeky guy's implications. "You mean I look slutty, right?" the blondish-brunette pressed.  She squeezed her arms together around her chest to make it look even bigger. "Aren't I, like, totally sexy?"

"Yea! Definitely!" the gamer geek insisted, blushing as he looked down at her tits. Heals contained a snicker. She was used to hassling players online with her skills and shit talk, but flaunting her looks was a new game for her. 

"Bet you'd want to do all sorts of totally dirty things to me, wouldn't you?" Heals cooed as she strut in closer, smiling warmly as the gamer guy nearly dropped his phone.

"I mean... if you wanted... I guess..."

"Yes..." Heals said softly as she stepped up until her breasts pushed into his chest. "Or no?"

"Yes?" Heals licked her lips and nodded towards one corner of the vendors area where a bunch of unused chairs were being stored on a large cart.

"Then let's go ahead." Heals giggled and took his hand, almost skipping towards the cover of the chair pile. She was a Patcher main, of course, playing her slutty little waifu almost exclusively. She was a decent Bork or Shade in a tight spot, but in her heart of gamer hearts she was a Patcher. The once-unloved blonde bimbo Healer had gotten at least as much character development and mod-love as anyone in the game and she'd actively committed to playing the girl who was once deemed unplayable. Patcher’s sexy nature only added to her appeal and she'd had nothing but good luck playing as her. It was why she figured if she was going to cosplay as her, she might as well commit to being in-character.

Heals got to her knees and grinned up at the guy she'd seduced into coming with her. Apart from the constant dull rumble of talking fans, they were alone in their secluded corner. Heals batted her eyes at the nervously staring nerd and waited for him to make a move. When he didn't act quick enough for her liking, she just yanked down his pants and stuffed his dick into her mouth. It must have been so much easier being Patcher. She could run up to anyone and they'd be dying to put a nice cup of healing in her mouth. Heals was just trying to be a kinky exhibitionist and she got the one shy virgin in the whole bunch. Maybe if he were a little younger and cuter it would work for him... but instead she just stuffed his cock into her mouth, manipulating it around between her lips with her tongue. She gave an inquisitive mumble that vibrated his shaft between her mouth as she looked up at her new fuckbuddy. His eyes were fluttering, barely even focusing on her.

Heals popped his dick back out of her with a wet smack of her lips. "Do you like it?" she asked in her bubbly Patcher voice.

"Yea! Yes. Wow, you're so good."

"Oh thanks~!" Heals chimed as if she weren't fishing for a compliment. She was looking for some dirty talk more than anything, but that seemed to be the best this nerd could do. She cupped his balls and pushed her mouth back into his junk, nipping at the foreskin around his smallish cock in an attempt to hurry him up. This would have been a lot easier if she knew any guys irl who would be willing to cosplay with her, or at least played the same game.

"Holy shit!" the fanboy hissed as he suddenly shot down her throat. Heals gave a quick gulp to swallow some of it down before pulling back, leaving him to squirt on the carpet.

"Fuck, dude. At least give me a warning," she objected as she wiped some of his semen from her chin. "Tap on the head or an 'I'm gonna cum' is polite."

"Shit, I'm sorry," he blurted, yanking a few tissues out of his pocket to catch the rest of his cum. "Thanks a lot though!" Heals sighed and tried to ingore the fact that he didn't even offer her one, using her hand and licking her fingers clean.

"Oh, it's like, totally okay," Heal lied, back into her bubbly voice. "Just a quick buff for one of my boys~!" She got back up to her heels and patted him on the head before going back to the convention floor. So she'd had a rough start to the kinky side of things. She still had her bag of swag dropped off in her hotel room and there were the MS panels later in the day. She was sure she'd find a way to keep herself busy until then.

It looked like she finally found her answer when she saw Chainslash. It was easy to do a bad Chainslash cosplay; he was a dude in jeans and a beat-up shirt with a black hood. This guy was not only the perfect mix of fat and muscle to look the part, but he had an actual hood (not just a black pillow case) and an actual fucking chainsaw! When Heals first saw him, he was posing for some pictures with a couple of passing fans and revving the heavy tool. Obvious con security wouldn't let the real deal in, and Heals could see that the head didn't move or have any teeth, but the sound effects on it sure sounded real enough to distract you.

"Oh hiiii~! I totally super love your costume!" Healslut cooed as she put on her best smile and valley girl voice. She pressed her breasts against his arm so that hood or not, he turned to notice her. She teased one of her hand along his burly chest. "I've always appreciated what you Tanks do for me. What're the odds you could use that big ol' tool on me, big guy?"

"Like... none?" the guy answered. "It's a chainsaw. I mean I gutted out the actual engine for a push-button recorder so it can't cut anything. If you mean like a sex thing, it's pretty unsteady and still pretty heavy with just the casing, so you'd-"

"Yea. I meant a sex thing," Heals replied quickly, trying to hide the impatience in her voice. "Did you wanna maybe...?" She gave a subtle nod towards the bathrooms followed by a wink.

"Like fuck? Hell yea."

The Chainslash cosplayer burst into the bathroom holding Heals up by her hips. The blondish girl giggled and wrapped her thighs around his midsection as she peeled back his hood enough to kiss him. He shoved a stall door open with his hip, pulling it shut again behind them. Patcher fumbled with the lock behind her as he went to peel off her vest. "Whoa! Careful with that," Heals urged suddenly, stopping his hands to delicately remove her top. She carefully hung it up by the coathanger before turning back to him with a smile. "Just that it took me a long time to make that..."

"Oh nice. I spent two days in my shop working on the prop-"

"Shhhhh we're done talking now," Heals urged softly as she unbuckled his belt. "Unless... can you do like, a Chainslash voice? With that little bit of Southern and the gravel?"

"Well... pardner, I right meanta-"

"Nope. Forget it." Heals peeled the hood up to his nose and kissed him to keep him quiet. He took it in stride, all things considered, sinking his hands under her skirt and kneading her ass cheeks. He kept her pulled tight against his thick stomach until she felt his dick rubbed against her thighs. At least that got Heals to break into a smile, lips curling against his as she hurried his shaft out of his pants and started stroking the thick and veiny member before peeling aside her panties. "Now we're talking," she cooed in her bubbly voice. "Ready for that buffing, killer?"

"Oh I'll buff the shit out of you," he grunted back as he squeezed one of her breasts, turning her around to sit in his lap as he sat on the toilet. Heals was going to correct him that technically Patcher buffed her teammates not the other way around, but she decided to let it slide. At least he was actually going to fuck her. She grunted hard as the fat shaft pushed inside her pussy from behind, reaching out to dig her nails into his jeans.

"That's it, big guy. That's a good Tank!" she gasped, trying to focus enough to maintain her Patcher impression. She worked her hips just like she did when she was using her vibrator and watching the bootleg Patcher porn animations at home, grinding on his cock and feeling the hard and rigid erection press against her clit. "Oooh right there! That's the headshot! That's the crit!" she gasped enthusiastically.

"Fuck yes. Just like that, gorgeous. I'm lovin' it. I'm about to cum..."

"Fuck! Wait, already?" Heals tensed as she felt his hefty dick give one harder push into her, lifting her whole body with a thrust of his meaty dick and thighs. A thick wad of cum shot into her pussy, filling her up as he squeezed her tits until they stung. She bit her lip and cursed quietly to herself. A little of it was discomfort, but mostly she was just starting to get horny off of her new ride. "Ohhh you got any more for your favorite Healslut?" Heals cooed, batting her eyes desperately back at Chainslash. She could feel his filling cock already starting to shrink inside her.

"Oof. Yea, that's all I got," Chainslash told her, groping her tits a little more in his afterglow. "You want me to eat your pussy to finish you off?"

"Oh uh... no thanks. I got it." Heals snapped her thong back into place as she hopped off his lap, picking up her combat vest. "It's not really... y'know. In character? I'll be fine." Patcher would never force someone to kneel and eat her out on the toilet so she could get off. She was too generous and sweet for that, no matter how many of her allies she must have blown in a day.

Heals let the Chainslash cosplayer step out ahead of her and cleaned herself up. "Oh, Patches," she sighed as she checked her makeup in the men's room mirror. "You're a lot more patient than I am. You're a fuckin' saint doing what you do." She fixed up her hair until she looked as close as she was going to get to the real Patcher, studying herself for a minute. She realized Patcher did what she did because she had to. People needed her. If she were at a con, she'd be making people happy... but she wouldn't put up with this shit. Patcher was a bimbo but even she was worth a little effort and attention. At least, that was what her headcanon and fanfiction said.

"Thanks, ma bitch waifu." Healslutfan42069 kissed herself in the mirror, leaving a pink set of lips on the glass. "From now on, we're in charge." She walked past a very confused teenager who watched her jiggle her way back out of the bathroom. She walked out into the convention hall and scanned the busy crowd, strutting with every wiggle in her hips she could manage. She strode past a decent looking guy checking his phone against a wall, twirling to rest against the spot next to him.

"Hi there, good lookin'," Heals chimed in her bubbly voice. "You looking for some hot steamy buffs?"

"Yyyyyes?" the guy responded, sizing her up as he finally looked up from his phone.

"Perfect! Do you have a big one in there?"

"Uh... sure."

"No seriously," she said in her regular tone. "Are you packing?"

"I guess? I don't know what your standards..."

"Nevermind. Too slow, fucko." Heals turned on her high heel and went off on the prowl again. She spotted a couple of guys trading pokemon on their handhelds and bent over, hanging her breasts in between their faces. "You boys feel like Partying Up and making a team? I could use some big strong boys to cover me~!"

"Hell yea!" One of the boys snapped his DS shut and leapt to his feet. His friend hesitated before following suit.

"Perfect! Love that enthusiasm, boys! How about we head up to my room and work on our squad positions?" They were quick to get her to the elevators to go up to the hotel rooms. As soon as the doors were shut, she threw herself at one of them. She pinned him noisily against the wall and started making out with him hard, pinning his back and head against the side of the elevator. It started rising and so did he as she raised a leg and aggressively started grinding on his crotch. The other gamer stared at them blankly, but Heals snapped her fingers a few times and pointed at her ass.

He got the message and started groping her cheeks, getting a louder moan as she started grinding harder. She rocked her hips up and down until her wetness started rubbing against the pinned guy's hardon, making sure it pushed against her thong and bumped against her clit. Heals grabbed the guy in back's hands and forced them onto her tits, sliding them under her armor so he could feel up her soft chest and hard nipples. She moaned louder as she forced her tongue into her other partner's mouth, letting the elevator ride along and casually slapped the "Close Doors" button when it started to beep for another hail. It was HER time to be selfish now.

She started to bump her hips back and forth, rubbing her ass against the one horny con-gover and her pussy on the other. Her lips parted in a non-stop groan, peeling her panties aside to rub her bare snatch on his bulge like a bitch in heat marking her territory. She shut her eyes and bit her lip as she felt the second guy cum against her ass. She gave another couple jackhammering thrusts until she shuddered and came on his lap. She grunted and drooled over his shirt as she squirted on his pants, humping spastically until she wondered if she'd dented the wall with him.

"Hooooo fuck. That's what I needed," she moaned, feeling her partner's dick twitch against her crotch as an afterthought more than anything. "A quickie just like that. Thanks, boys. Teehee!"

"Wait, was that it?" one asked just as the doors beeped and opened.

"Yeaaa sorry. It was fun while it lasted, but I got, like, lots to heal," she chimed. She reached into her small purse at her hip and passed them a couple buttons. She'd gotten a bunch for cheap in the artist's alley; one was a chibi picture of Big Bolt while the other said "Will Healslut for swag."

"You guys were super cool though! Have fun at the con!" she chimed as she hopped out of the elevator. "And look for me at the Merc panel tonight!" She left the dumbfounded guys behind as she walked the hotel floor, ducking into an empty corner long enough to toss her moistened underwear and replace it with another pair from her pouch. She started making some quick rounds between the hotel and the con itself. She sucked off an eager young fan in the stairwell, flashed some passing guys, and titfucked a guy in the food court by hiding under his table while she fingered herself. She even got a Gladiator cosplayer to play dead while she lapdanced him "back to life." Plenty of people gathered to film it on their phones, and apart from a short passionate cry from Heals, none of them seemed to catch on that she was grinding right against his armor's crotch to enjoy a quick orgasm of her own. She'd just swapped out her underwear after that when she heard a vaguely familiar voice.

"Ey, bonitaaa! Healslut, over here!" Heals turned and her heart skipped for a moment as a dead-on Ghost Shot cosplayer came trotting her way. She even had the unfolding sniper rifle as a prop, if with the bolt orange tape around the tip to show it wasn't a real gun. She had the skin tone, the hair, the voice... everything matched up.

"Newbsniper88!" Healslut gasped as she recognized her by her nametag. "Is that seriously you!?" The two girl gamers squealed as they ran up and hugged with the faint thump of their fake armor bumping together. Newbs had been a part of her Squad in the game for about as long as the system had been put online. Heals kissed her on the cheek and grinned at the butch girl in her partial buzzcut and replica body armor. She was really spot on for the original Ghost Shot and that just made her bite her lip. She was already running her fanfics through her head. "Wow, you look great in person!"

"You too! You're such a good Patcher!"

"Pff! Noooo. My hair's not blonde enough and half of these tits are pads..."

"No! Seriously. You're great! You're like you walked out of the game after you just rode on a Bork's face." Heals started to blush and toyed with her hair at the odd compliment. It was just as sweet and dirty as she wanted. "So glad you saved up enough to come to the con."

"Huh? Oh yea! The new job," Heals laughed. "Yea, they paid me enough to come out here... you seen the con yet?"

"Yea, it's pretty wild. I got some Ghost-Slut art at the art vendors..."

"With the heart and the guns?! From the chick with the hair?"

"Yes! Holy shit!" The girls went on laughing and chatting for a while, grabbing something to eat. Heals had been too excited to eat anything but a jumbo pack of Pocky all day so they talked over burgers at the food court. It was something else entirely to meet her FPS guildmate in person, especially after learning she was so damn hot. Newbs beaming at her was entirely unlike most of the shit the serious Ghost Shot would do, but that was forgiveable since it was all aimed at her.

"Hey, Merc Squad!" Someone waved to the girls as they nearly finished their meal. "We're getting a group pic over here. Mind joining in?"

"Oh sure!" Newbs said, getting a quick nod from Heals before they went against one of the walls where another ten or so Mercs were standing. They struck a few victory poses and Newbsniper broke into a military salute. Heals felt like there wouldn't be any better time to take her shot. She threw her arms around the Hispanic girl's neck and kissed her on the cheek right before the photo went off. The group laughed and dispersed but Newbs grinned as she rubbed her cheek.

"Was that all just in character just now?" Newbs asked as she checked the pink lipstick on her thumb.

"Not... entirely. It might be a little fast, but... we've been talking online for a long time..." Newbs' eyes widened as Heals took a deep breath. "But I'm not doing anything until the panel in like an hour. You want to go up to my room and let me eat you out while you call me your dirty little Healslut?"

Newbs opened her mouth like she wanted to correct something, but brushed part of her hair back. "Y'know... um... yea." She broke into a wide, shy grin. "Yea, why not? Let's do this. Let's go fuck you like the skanky bimbo slut you are." She smacked Healslut42069 on the ass and groped her under her skirt, getting a handful of her cheek as the blonde purred in appreciation.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear that today..."

Heals crammed the last of her burger in her mouth before hand-feeding Newbs on the way to the elevator. They kissed on the elevator ride up but while Newbs fingered under Heals' skirt, she could keep herself under control for the short ride. Heals led her by the hand into her hotel room and pulled her in, locking the door and pulling on her hair to yank her into a kiss. They moaned and rubbed their tongues together inside their sealed mouths as Newbs peeled off Heals' skirt. She lowered her panties and started fingering her with her fingerless gloves, making Healslut moan and pump her hips against them. She finally lifted her up by the hips, slapping her ass once more and throwing her on the bed.

"Holy shit!" Heals laughed as she landed on the bed. She spread her legs out, rubbing a hand over her eagerly wet pussy. "I really should be buffing you though, captain," she cooed in her Patcher voice.

"Like I give a fuck," Newbs chuckled, throwing off her tactical vest and doing the same to her tanktop. Her brown breasts pressed against Heals' legs, burying her face into the cosplayer's neatly shaved pussy. Heals immediately gasped and arched her back, pushing her wet pussy against her tongue. She had cum a few times today, making her plenty wet and horny already.

"Oh yes! Oh yes! Fuck me, Ghost!" Heals moaned. "Headshot my pussy! Cap my point!" She squeaked as Newbs slapped one of her tits before squeezing it tightly, the slightly rough texture of her gloves rubbing across her tender skin. Newbs lifted her head enough to rest a hand against Heals' throat, not choking but the threat of it barely present.

"You knock off that fucking stupid meme talk, puta, or I'm gonna shut you up myself." Heals bit her lip at her dominant tone and nearly squirted right on the spot. Dick or not, it was exactly what she'd been wanting; someone to throw her around, rough her up a little, and treat her like the fucktoy bimbo that Patcher was in the game. Her legs shook for a few seconds as Newbs fondled her tits, roughly pinching and pulling her nipples. It was all Heals could take until she screamed and gushed all over her Squadmate's face.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Gawwwwd yes! Fucking play of the game! Teamkilled my poor fucking clitty!"

"What did I say about the l33t talk shit?!" Newbs laughed as she lifted her face up, wiping her muscular arm across her mouth. She climbed into the bed to lay next to Healslut in her chamo pants and tank top, kissing her on her painted lips. Heals moaned and licked some of her lingering cum off of Newbs' mouth.

"Sorry. Just getting really into character... but holy fuck, Newb. You are good at that."

"You can call me Maria," Newbs chuckled, leaning on one elbow as she ran her hand appreciatively over Heals' skin. The blonde purred and laid her head back, letting her hands have their way with her in her afterglow. "Consider it payback for all the rezzes you gave me in-game."

"No way. I'm totes paying you back," Heals insisted, rolling over and tugging at Newbs/Maria's pants. "What do you need? Tribbing? Licking? I'll eat ass if you want it. It's 2019. Who doesn't eat ass?"

Newbs gasped and grabbed Heals' hands, pulling them away from the lightly padded pants. "Oh! Uh, no... no... none... of that," she muttered. Heals raised her eyebrows and Maria sucked some air through her teeth. "No judging, right?"

Heals scoffed loudly, breaking the awkwardness at least a little. "Bitch, I'm dressed up as the cocksucking star of a video game, fucking strangers at a convention hall for no reason. I can't judge shit. Plus you can headshot a punk from across the Newport map, so you've earned like... three freebies."

Newbs sighed and rubbed a hand over her smallish breasts before undoing her pants. She slid them off, revealing the dark purple panties with the long and notable bulge in the front. Heals' eyebrows raised higher as she sucked in a breath and slowly pulled her panties down, revealing the hard, 7 inches of brown erection growing between her legs. Maria took a deep breath. "So... like you ever browse the ‘futa’ tag on Hentai House? Kinda... basically that. Hope that's okay. It's not too gross, right? Did I freak you out? You’re staring a lot. I freaked you out, huh?"

Healslut42069 just pressed her face into Maria’s lap, snatching her cock between her lips and running her tongue around the edge of its head. Maria let out a husky grunt and dug her nails into the bedsheets, but Heals put a hand on top of one. She led it up to her dull blonde hair where Maria quickly dug her fingers into that instead. She pushed Heals’ head down deeper until the blonde’s tongue wrapped around her cock. Heals let out a moan of her own that vibrated the shaft between her lips. She batted her eyes up at Maria fondly before slowly removing her lips with a wet pop, leaving a lipstick mark in her wake. At least the taste told her that it wasn’t a part of the costume.

“I’m not freaked out,” Heals said with a smirk. “Not often I get to blow a dickgirl in real life.”

“I didn’t tell you to stop, bitch,” Maria chuckled, giving her a light push back down. Heals giggled and batted her eyes again before going down on her again. Heals bobbed her head slowly, moaning and taking in every taste she could. Being in bed with a dead-on Ghost Shot cosplayer, her old Squadmate, and someone with a decently sized dick felt like something she needed three different people at once to accomplish. All that in one woman felt like a dream come true. She sucked her off eagerly, feeling up the undressed Hispanic girl. A fit body, balls instead of a pussy, but a firm while smallish set of tits on her. Perhaps because it was such a unique sensation, she found she got the hardest thrusts and grunts from Maria when she drooled over her dick and squeezed her tits. She kept giving Maria flirty glances as if she was unsure of herself, but really she was still surprised to find a girl with the whole package like this. Heals would fuck whoever caught her fancy at the time, time but tits and cock together with that contrasting tan complexion just made her soaking wet. With a long, hungry drag of her lips and tongue, she was on her way back up when the cosplayer’s cock shot its warm contents into her mouth. The taste and sensation made Heals give a low moan as she relaxes her jaw and throat, cradling it softly inside her mouth while she traced it with her tongue to draw out the rest of her milk seed. It was slightly bitter, pungent taste, but the heat of the moment left Heals willing to tolerate it. She smiled up at Maria around her mouthful of dick before finally peeling her lips off, spotting the brown cock with smears of pink lipstick.

“So like…” Heals started warily. “I just have to ask.”

“Go ahead. I’ve probably heard them all,” Maria sigh, her still-stiff dick twitching at the echoes of her orgasm.

The naked Patcher cosplayer pushed herself up on her palms to kiss her lightly on the lips. “So are you one of those fans who thinks Ghost is trans? Cuz the devs denied that pretty hard on their blog, and if you went through all this for the costume, I respect the dedication. It’s just kind of a shit theory because otherwise-”

Maria broke out laughing and grabbed onto her, pulling her onto the bed and peppering her with a few more kisses. “No, dipshit. I was born like this!”

“So you came out with all the best parts? Lucky bitch.” Heals giggled as she glanced down at the boner pressing against her thigh. “So... what do I call you anyway? With this and that going on,” she asked, bobbing her eyes from Maria’s cock to her tits.

“I told you. You can call me Maria. But you never said what I can call you. Or do I just call you 420 irl too?”

“First name basis? Bitch, don’t get so clingy,” Healslut scoffed. Once Maria started giggling, she smirked back. “It’s Barb. Barbara Maumi. That enough for you, you needy slut?”

“Maumi?”

“Yea, it’s why I like everyone calling me Mommy in the chat. Inside joke.”

“No, but… why’s that sound so familiar?” 

Barb readied her voice, getting a bit of cum out of her throat. “Yo! Suck my nuts and bolts!” she barked in a higher voice with a mouthy New Yorker accent.

Maria’s eyes went wide as she remembered the voiceline. “Ho shit! No way! I did not just fuck Ganker!”

“No, cuz that’s a codename they’re using.” The blonde checked her phone quickly and nodded towards the door. “Now find my panties. I gotta get to that MS panel early.”

Barb and Maria went to the Merc Squad panel, parting ways as Newbsniper found her seat and Healslutfan went off to one side. The devs and a bunch of the voice actors were present, hyping up the crowd and sharing some news on the updates and recent events before the big reveal. They eventually showed off a trailer with a few of the new game modes coming out. It was interrupted a minute or so in when the camera suddenly turned on its side with a cracking sound. A booted foot stomped in front of the camera's POV and a largely featureless steel face leaned in front of it. With a faint beep, a simple holographic face (little better than an emoji) was projected onto her faceplate. Several bolts were embedded into the side of her head to look like earrings and a bandana was wrapped around her head, a bundle of wires bound together and running behind her hair like steely hair.

"The fuck are you lookin' at, softskin?" the robot demanded, prodding the camera with a metal baseball bat. The audience went wild as they got the biggest news a game's fanbase could get short of a sequel: a new character to draw porn about.

At its basics, the robot was a strange mix of feminine and featureless, a smaller but similar type of robot to Big Bolt. Plain silvery skin, a slim but basic human shape. Additional curves at the hips and chest gave her a distinct look of ass and breasts, but her metallic skin was clearly once smooth and plain. Now it had various dents, scratches, and tattoo-like streaks of paint or spot-welding. Combined with her baggy cargo pants, the thong hanging out the back of her hips and her loosely hanging tank top that exposed most of her dulled chrome chest, it gave her a distinctly bad girl street punk look. The robot went through a few seconds of overly dramatic and cinematic gameplay, smacking other characters with her baseball bat and smacking away bullets with a homerun swing that bounced one right back into Roadblocker's face.

The clip ended as the robot ran past a jogging Patcher, smacking the Healer on the ass. The blonde jumped and squeaked as the bot didn't even slow down. "Yo, bitch. Try an' keep up!"

"Huh..." Patcher muttered, rubbing her tender butt. "Well she seems friendly!" The Merc Squad logo covered the screen and a spray painted letters appeared, properly announcing Ballbuster for the roster (Coming this Summer).

The panel's host came back out with a knowing grin as the fans hooted and jumped and waved their merch around. The teaser was just enough to fire them up for the game. "Wow, you guys liked that, huh? It's almost like sex appeal and some character lore makes a game more interesting..." The audience laughed at the subtle jab at other team shooters as he cleared his throat. "So uh... we just had to another robot named BB to confuse you all, huh? Well we've got plans to bring Ballbuster in around the end of June, but we're still running her through some testing. She's got some new mechanics that should interest everyone, but for the time being, we've got most of her lines recorded. So please welcome to the table, out latest voice actor and top tier Patcher player, Barbara Maumi!"

Healslutfan42069 trotted up the steps to the stage, still in costume and beaming ear to ear as she waved to the crowd and tried not to fuck herself up by climbing stairs in high heels. Her tryout a couple months ago had paid off and she'd gone from a top player to their latest talent in helping make the game happen. A few fans awkwardly recognized her while she saw Maria pump her prop rifle in the air. Barb blew her a kiss and went up to the host who offered her the mic. "I just wanna say, being the newest BB is a lot of fun. But as much as I love Ballbuster, Patcher is my waifu and any of y'all touch her and I'll shank ya. Dead serious."

Barb gave a quick "watching you" gesture towards the audience who laughed as she went to the table with the other voice actors. Barb walked down the row shaking hands of everyone enthusiastically. They all smiled and shook hers in return, but as she took her seat Olivia Morrison looked strangely at her hand. The voice actor for Ghost Shot had a folded up piece of paper in her sleeve. She tugged it out and unfolded it as Patcher's voice actress tried to sneak a peek.

"What's that?" Patcher's VA asked away from the mic.

"It's her room number," Olivia reported, furrowing her brow. "Open invitation to gangbang her with a cosplayer who looks just like my character but with a dick."

"Oh my gosh! I can't believe her!"

"Yea..." Olivia shrugged and tucked it into her pocket.

"LIV!" the other VA hissed.

"What? I'm not married, and when else am I going to get the chance to fuck myself?"