Your Favorite Healslut: Costume Change

Just a quick one. I promise I'm working on the Queen Of Tournaments, but it's four super powered fight in a row for one story of that. Shouldn't be hard to finish by this month since it got a $5 boost vote. This was just me figuring I didn't do a lot with the costumes in this game. I have several written out for each character but they're not usually worth mentioning/remembering. As the eye candy character, Patcher got the most of them, so thought I'd show them off a little. A few you've seen a few are only listed in the Merc Squad character profiles.

"Here. Sit down."

Ghost Shot kept grinning as she followed Patcher into The Merc Gallery. Normally the characters didn't have much reason to go into the place. It held images and character models for most of the assets in the game, even if they couldn't be touched or do much on their own. Patcher walked down the few rows of files. floating like digital bookshelves as she skimmed through the names. "No, no no... ooh! Hi there, Steam Beast!"

A puff of steam shot out from one of the data slots. "Afterrrrrrrnoon," it growled back through its grinding engine and grit teeth.

"Hey there's a lot of cool stuff in here. Is that a dragon reskin you've got there in your data?"

"Neverrrrr tell," it hissed.

"Ahhh, sneaky boy," Patcher giggled. She stood up on her tiptoes, snatching up a couple of thin, translucent tiles that made up the files she needed. "Got them! See ya, beasty!" She waved at the enemy NPC as she tucked the data into her chest, phasing them into her skin. "Okay!" Patcher chimed as she trotted back in front of Ghost, who was sitting in the bolted down office chair left in front of the gallery.

"Yea, I guess. What's up?" the Spanish sniper pressed.

"Okay... okay, I think I got this..." Patcher said, clearly psyching herself up. She furrowed her brow and her normal pink skirt and uniform glowed with a blue light. It shifted and shuffled around her skin before giving a quick flash as it swapped out her character Skin. She was suddenly in her nurse's costume, one of the unlockables for her character. She balanced on one leg, kicking up her white heel behind her to show off her pink stockings, pale pink outfit with the short skirt and fresh white panties, and the little pillbox hat balancing on top of her hair. Red cross earrings and a thermometer in her cleavage completed her look. "Tadaa! Like it?"

"I mean... yea!" Ghost admitted, gesturing towards her. "I mean you've had that skin since the game came out."

"Yea, but I don't get to wear it all the time. And never just for you." The blonde winked as she approached her girlfriend with a wiggle of her hers. She held up a gloved finger and tapped a projected keyboard, starting some thumping music. Ghost broke into a grin as she slowly recognized it as the music the programmers had put into their backstory video when Patcher was working at the strip club.

"Oh babe, you are not..." Ghost laughed, putting her face into her hands.

"Of course I am!" Patcher strut up to Ghost's chair and raised her leg, planting her white heel against the side of the chair to force Ghost to look up her leg and under her skirt. "After all, ask anyone. I can do one thing and that's be sexy." Ghost blushed as she looked up at her and Patcher fell into her lap, landing straddling her with her knees on either side of her legs. Patcher peeled the thermometer out of her cleavage, giving it a sensual lick before popping it into Ghost's mouth. Ghost grinned and rolled it to one side of her mouth as she squeezed Patcher's ass.

"Damn, princesa. You nasty," Ghost chuckled.

"I'm just rendered that way," Patcher purred as she gyrated her hips, riding Ghost's lap to keep brushing her tits and pouty lips against her lover's face. Patcher plucked off her nurse's hat and placed it on Ghost's head before she strut away from her, wiggling her hips to make sure she was flashing her panties from under her skirt. "Alright... now check this out, cuz here comes the real good stuff..."

With a deep breath, Patcher twirled right as the club music hit its peak. Her nurse costume glowed and flashed as she ran her hands through her hair. The nurse’s hat vanished along with it from Ghost’s head as she went through her next change. Her Skin changed so that as Patcher's hands passed over her head, a pair of bunny ears sprouted out like some kind of magic trick. Her Playboy bunny outfit popped into existence across her torso, the fishnets replacing the pink stockings and a snug black one-piece hugging her figure. She blew Ghost a kiss as she twirled and shook her ass in a jiggly circle pattern, bouncing her booty with the bobbing white cotton tail moving to show it off the movements.

"Ohhh you bitch," Ghost mused, lounging back in her chair. Patcher just giggled and turned to her face before squeezed her feet and thighs together. She took some short hops closer to her girlfriend, making her breasts wobble up and down. She bent over far enough to push her boobs in Ghost's face, motorboating her until Ghost broke into a grin and cupped them for herself. She planted a kiss right in the middle of Patcher's cleavage and the blonde backed up a little, starting to peel off the top of her one piece. She leaned over so that Ghost could barely see the edges of her nipples when she counted down to herself. "Three, two, one..."

Right as she whipped her tits out, they bounced around for a second before they started to glow again. Patcher gave a little twirl as sequins and glitter flew off her body, striking a "tada" pose with her arms up as her Vegas showgirl skin manifested. It was all of a few strips of sparkly fabric running over her chest and crotch like some fabulous sling bikini. A shiny little hairband trails some large feathers behind her pinned back hair to add to her gaudy peacock look. Patcher kicked a leg up high and caught it by the ankle, lifting it up past her head as she balanced on the other with a proud grin. "Enjoying the show, sweetie?" she asked with a wink as she ran her hand down her ankle and across her thigh, showing off the glittery thong that covered up her crotch and ass.

"You have no idea, Bambam," Ghost sighed. "What's the rules for touching the girls? Or touching myself at least."

"Just that we like the attention. So lemme hear ya clap!" Patcher turned to shove her thick booty in front of Ghost and started twerking her hips until her she had her ass cheeks clapping together. Ghost bit her lip until she couldn't help but smack and squeeze Patcher's ass. The blonde let out a surprised but pleased little coo and stuck her tongue out over her shoulder. She tilted her head back to tickle Ghost's nose with the feather before she strut away from her again, wiggling her hips from side to side. Once she was about a dozen feet away, she quietly counted down to herself and broke into a jog back towards Ghost. She went into a forward somersault, flipping over her hands while she was in mid-change and touching back down on her feet in her cheerleader outfit. She grinned and grabbed the pompoms from her hip, swishing them around as she rolled her hips hard enough to flip up her pleated skirt to show the "Touchdown" printed on her crotch. She cupped her tits with the pompoms still in hands, bending over and blowing Ghost a kiss. She continued to ruffle the pompoms to bounce her jugs with them.

"Just a fair warning," Ghost said through her unending smile. "You've got like... five minutes before I just give up and fucking mount you."

"Just enough time," Patcher said with a nod. "But what's the rush?" The blonde sat in Ghost's lap and put her arms around her neck, letting the faint rustle of the pompoms settle behind her. She started to grind her hips, rubbing her thighs and breasts against her lover. "You gonna... teach me a lesson?" Patcher purred as she lowered her voice.

"You are such a fuckin' tease..." Ghost muttered as Patcher's smile was blurred by the flash of her updating Skin. Her blonde hair was put back into a bun as she sprouted a pair of glasses across her gleaming eyes. A short skirt and a partly unbuttoned blouse exposed a lot while high heels and a dark pair of leggings ran up her thick thighs. Patcher took off the glasses to nibble on the earpiece and give Ghost a sultry look before she stood back up. She turned away and bent far over, kicking off one of her heels and slowly unrolling her stocking. She made sure to bend over further and further as it went, raising her skirt and showing her snug thong underneath the skirt more and more.

Patcher tossed the balled up stocking at Ghost as she tucked the glasses into her cleavage, hooking the earpiece on the unbuttoned portion of her top. She folded her hands behind her head and shook her chest, letting her tits bounce side to side as more and more flimsy buttons came undone. Her top finally spilled open completely, showing the skimpy and lacey bra she was wearing underneath as Patcher feigned surprise with a hand over her mouth.

"Oh clumsy me! Teehee!" she giggled over the club music. "I think I have something else around here..." She pretended to browse through the data files again before

"Oh clumsy me! Teehee!" she giggled over the club music. "I think I have something else around here..." She pretended to browse through the data files again, bending over to show off her hanging chest and outthrust hips before her clothes glowed and reformed. She turned with a bright and sunny smile to go with her skimpy lime green bikini, striking a few poses to show off her curves once more. "Noooo, don't be silly! Something a little more than that..." She tugged at the shoulders traps of her bikini, making her hefty jugs bounce. "This one's too easy for you to rip off me. How about...?"

She tapped her nose like a button as her Western- themed dancing girl Skin from their last event took over. Her loose and detachable skirt hovered over some fishnets and cowboy boots that jangled as she strode towards Ghost, winking as she shook her shoulders back and forth with her strut to shake her jugs around. She tipped her broad and feathered hat to Ghost before sliding her hands down her chest and hips, outlining her curves until she slid her hand between her legs. She rubbed there briefly before giving a flick of her wrist and producing her small pistol that came with the skin. She gave Ghost a naughty grin before kissing the barrel. She aimed it towards her teased and horny girlfriend with a soft "Pkew" gun noise before slipping it back inside her top.

"Now what was that old sayin' 'bout cowgirls again?" Patcher cooed in her costume-specific Southern accent. She strut back into her girlfriend's reach. Ghost was quick to grab her by the hips and pulled her into her lap.

"Save a horse, ride a cowgirl?" Ghost purred as she kissed her blonde lover's cheek.

"Naw, that ain't it!" Patcher chided cutely. "I was thinkin' more like..." She glowed again and her costume vanished, replaced with nothing but a cow pattern bikini and a felt tail and set of horns. Her Legendary Rare Skin of The Real Cowgirl was the prize of her collection. "Moo moo."

"Ohhh that does it." Ghost grabbed her by the chest, kneading Patcher's tits as she moaned and threw her head back. She had been able to experiment with the costume a little during gameplay and it was a lot of fun, though mostly on her part. Her healing rate went up 20 percent and she could heal two players at once. The real change she noticed was just that her breasts got way more sensitive

"Mmmmf! Careful! Careful with those!" Patcher moaned while her grinding hips didn't object. Ghost was wound up tight from all her teasing, but she could feel the wet and warm patch of Patcher's crotch grinding on her thigh. She had gotten just as excited from being oggled by the horny sniper as she did from watching her dance. Ghost flexed her strong leg and lifted the simple flaps on the front of Patcher's top, exposing her nipples and latching on with her mouth and fingers. Patcher's eyes rolled back as shoved her big tits further into Ghost's face, even wailing in pleasure when she bit down lightly on one nipple.

"You fuckin' asked for it, you cocktease," Ghost growled around her mouthful of breast, pausing to gulp down some of her lover's milk. The costume also made her live up to the name and theme by lactating with hardly any stimulation.

"But you don't have a cock," Patcher whined in a needy tone. She squeaked as Ghost spanked a bare spot on her jiggly ass.

"And you made me wish I did, mi princesa de puta." She cupped Patcher by the hips and pulled them into hers, sliding themselves together so that their pussed rubbed through their clothes. After all Patcher's teasing foreplay and Ghost licking and sucking her nipples, they were both too horny to bother stripping down any further. When dry humping wasn't fast enough, Patcher pulled Ghost's face up to kiss her hungrily. Their tongues rolled together as Patcher kept leaking milk all over Ghost's shirt, mixing with their overflowing drool. Ghost forced her hand in between them and under Patcher's bikini bottoms, fingering her and quickly reaching her hard and ready clitoris. Patcher grunted into her mouth to tell her she had just hit the spot, but the blonde ran her hand down her chest and into Ghost's pants to return the favor. Their arms interlinked at the elbow as they fingered each other, one's pumping arm just adding another subtle vibration to their partner's hand. They didn't bother with any further dirty talk. Only grunts and moans among the club music as they worked each other's achingly swollen clits. They both finally shuddered, hips bucking against the other woman's waist and fingers. Ghost gripped Patcher tight and slid her off her lap, dipping her backwards across her legs and kissing her more intensely.

"Oh my gosh!" Patcher gasped as they finally pulled their mouths apart. She fanned herself with one hand as she panted for air and stared up at Ghost Shot. "OOOOMG. That was so crazy and I loved it."

"You're the fuckin' best," Ghost praised as she kissed her on the forehead and helped pull her back upright.

"So what'd you want to do now?" Patcher asked as she cuddled up into her lap, trying to get her heart to stop racing.

"I want to try out that harlot Skin again and hear what that accent sounds like when it's got a mouthful of pussy." Patcher blushed and smacked Ghost in the arm. "What? You asked." Ghost pulled her into her lap so that her ass rested on her still-tingling crotch. "And if I don't teach you a lesson you'll be doing this to me all the time, you little show off. Now on your knees, princesa."