Your Favorite Healslut 3: Clone Wars

I've been a little stressed and busy lately, so don't mind that I'm working on some of my more simple and sweet projects. The ongoing stories with some cute characters despite doing lewd things. Do rest assured that like most months, the top two votes are getting done so Red the Paladin is on her way.

This chapter of Your Favorite Healslut deals with what happens when you get duplicate characters on opposing teams. I think Team Fortress 2 once implied clones as the in-game reason for why Red Demoman can fight Blue Demoman, and Overwatch gives zero shits about their lore so it never came up. I figure as video game characters, they're aware of it and it's weird, but they get over it pretty quickly. Patcher has a little harder time with it, being the most sympathetic character and the absolute worst in a fight... but also probably the hardest on herself.

The Healslut story is definitely growing into something. It started as my playing with the Overwatch fetish concept I'd read about and still don't quite comprehend. Patcher started out as a happy slut until I figured in her being an unpopular pick and mindlessly helpful, and how much strain that would put on her. Then it got kind of a Reboot and Wreck-It Ralph tone to it and I dunno... it's a thing and I like the cast. Some of the other characters are sorta pieces of shit, some are friendly and kind, and one's just a cyborg dog, but Patcher cares about them all. As much as everyone calls her names and uses her, she's more than willing to take it if she gets to have a lot of sex and help everyone out. It's definitely a story of her coming to terms with her character and where she'll draw the line in terms of being selfless. 

It’s easy to write for and it has a few vocal fans I’ve heard from, so I hope y’all like it. I definitely have more ideas for Patcher and the team down the line, generally based on various meta and unexplained factors about these types of video games.

Patcher yawned and stretched as she stepped out into the dropship. The bimbo looked around at her team and smiled, waving at Ghost Shot. The Spanish sniper nodded and smirked back at her. "Oh hey! We're on the same team again!" Patcher chimed.

"Yea. I think the players like it when they have me to cover you."

"So what are we looking at this time?" The ditzy blonde trotted over to the seat next to Ghost, ignoring the low humming of their dropship's engines as the game loaded up. She waved happily over to Duct Tape, Shade and Bitchbot. The hacker in his casual jeans and hoodie waved back while toying on his phone. The large and stocky black French woman in camo pants and a muscle shirt nodded back as she double-checked her weapon: a massive anti-tank rifle that spread across several seats of the vessel. Bitchbot stared back, the obvious android crossing her legs but not responding. If it wasn't fighting, the curvy robot assassin didn't seem to even process it.

"Looks like basic 5 v 5. First to 15 kills wins," Ghost reported.

“Oh this old thing? Cool! I can try out my new move then!”

“You got a new ability?” Bitchbot asked, her glowing eyes brightening as she leaned in. Fighting suddenly had her attention.

“Yea! Check this out!” Patcher pursed her lips and focused until she shot out her fist and retracted it in a simple, straight jab.

"So... just a punch?" Duct asked warily.

"Yea! I got updated with a basic melee! Isn't that neat? I can finally do damage!"

"How much?" Shade pitched in, leaning on a broad knee.

"Like... 10, I think?"

The black Tank scoffed. Even the weakest characters had 100 HP or more. "Okay. Well better leave the fighting to us. You're better as a backup Healer."

"Oh of course!" Patcher chirped, but she got another focused look on her face and jabbed again.

"We have arrived at our destination. French Revolution is loaded. Preparing to deploy in 3, 2..." the mechanical woman's voice droned overhead. Patcher smiled and bounced in her seat anxiously (Duct's eyes going up and down with her bobbing chest) when the bottom dropped out of the ship and their seats started soaring down.

Ghost scoured the battlefield below, getting a lay of the land before they touched down. The map was a street in Paris, set up with a few smoking buildings and craters to imply a riot or uprising had started in the area. There were some roadblocks and sandbags in the middle of the map for basic cover, but they didn't have much for a base of operations beyond their secure spawn point near a garage. Ghost pulled on her chute as they neared the ground. "Alright. Start back by the spawn and Duct and me will cover you. Duct, I want..."

Ghost paused to frown over at Patcher. She was punching the air every few seconds, still getting a feel for her new fist. Ghost reached over to catch it and gently put her arm back down. "I want you running intel. Get us what we can on their team's layout."

"Believe me, I'm trying," Duct Tape mused as he typed on the mini laptop mounted on his shotgun. "But I keep getting locked out by something."

"Can they do that?" Shade asked.

"Not usually. I can try to put up a firewall to keep..." Duct sighed. "I get it. They're trying to counter-hack. The have their own Duct Tape on their team."

"Really? I haven't seen a clone on the field in a long time," Ghost noted briefly before they touched down. "I guess keep on your toes, people. Now let's stop some bad guys! ...or be bad guys. I'm honestly not sure what team is supposed to be which on in this map."

"I'd rather not work for terrorists if we can help it," Shade frowned. "So let us say it's for the good guys."

Patcher eyed her warily as she flared up her high heels' rocket boosters to slow her landing. "Really? Cuz your backstory says you were raised by a terrorist faction to be a super soldier."

"I was raised by WHAT!?" Shade shouted, looking absolutely shocked.

"Um... yea? Do you not read your own lore?"

"Why would I do zat!?" Shade shouted, her accent becoming more apparent as she got riled up. "I know what I am! Why would I need to read my own bio if-"

BLAM! There was a resoundingly loud gunshot as the group winced and Shade went down in a bloodless heap. Patcher gasped and dropped to the ground, her ass up in the air as Ghost Shot crouched behind some sand bags and steadied her rifle on top of them. Bitchbot shimmered and quickly vanished from sight, but the dull sound of her metallic footsteps could be heard nearby.

"What the hell was that!?" Duct shouted.

"I know that noise," Ghost said grimly. "That was my gun. You're not the only clone out there, Duct. Medic!"

Bambi jumped at her order and nodded. "Right! I'm on it!" Patcher scooted awkwardly over to the downed Shade's body, straddling the big woman's stomach. Making sure she had enough cover from one of the flaming cars, she cupped her breasts and moaned as she started grinding on Shade's crotch. The dark woman's body shuffled slightly beneath her, but mostly stayed limp and heavy as Patcher bit her lip and turned around to twerk her ass on her lap. She could feel the warm and damp spot forming on Shade's crotch, telling her she was turning her on and the revival was working.

"Duct. Bot. You guys go ahead. I'll cover you. Shade and Patch will catch up once they're both on their feet."

"That's fine. Healslut does her best work on her back." The invisible Bitchbot chuckled at her own joke as the crew saw some of the sandbags shift from her hurdling over them. Duct gave a brief snicker, but he winced as their Ghost fired off a few noisy shots across the battlefield. He took off running under her suppressing fire.

"Don't listen to her, Patch," Ghost muttered. She still couldn't quite look at her and Patcher finished up her lapdance by arching her back and moaning, thrusting against the air near Shade's face. Degrading or not, at least it saved them on respawn time. The burly tank grunted and got back to her feet, shoving Patcher back off her.

"Alright. Now I'm pissed," Shade grunted, rolling up the sleeves on her beefy arms and bracing her anti-tank gun against her hip. "Keep on me, Healslut, and get that buff ready."

"You got it!” Patcher gave her a kiss on the cheek, topping off her Hit Points and rushing after Shade into battle. There was a boom of gunfire as a shotgun blast got Shade to stagger back, but Patcher quickly pulled her behind a barricade. That is, she pulled on Shade’s waistband and the hulking woman got the point enough to drop down with her. She pulled down Shade’s top and started sucking one one of her big brown breasts, moaning and looking up at her with her big blue eyes as she tongued her healing fluids onto her nipple. 

“Looks like we found zeir Duct Tape. I don’t know anybody else who packs a shotgun like that,” Shade grunted. “At least zey… zut, woman. Go easy down zere.” She gave Patcher a firm smack to the cheek when she kept sucking on her nip after her health was full.

“Ow. Sorry. I can’t always see your health bar from all the way down here,” she apologized. “You want a buff up?”

“Une seconde.” Shade stood back up, tits still hanging out of her top as she fired her massive rifle across the battlefield. One shot busted a car window before another caught another Duct Tape (one wearing a VR headset and several video game controllers on his belt). He went flying limply head over heels into a barrier as he dropped his weapon and ragdolled around. “Now,” Shade ordered, dropping back into cover. Patcher started pulling down her pants, pushing her face into Shade’s groin. The Tank checked her wristband as Patcher started slurping up her pussy. “We’re at 3 to 4. They’re starting to pick-”

Another loud and distant sniper shot went off and the score changed again. “3 to 5,” Shade noted. “Ghost must have gotten Ghosted.”

“Oh no! I’ll go for another revive!” Patcher started to get up before Shade tugged on her hair, pulling the blonde’s face back into her smoothly shaved crotch.

“She’s already right next to the spawn point and you’ll get your ass shot as well. She’ll be back in a minute. Just stay on your Tank for fuck’s sake.”

Patcher whimpered, even if she knew she was right. She always wanted to help everyone, and that got her screwed up sometimes. She pushed her face deeper into Shade’s snatch, lapping away so her spit mixed with her building pussy juices. The French woman grunted and bucked her stocky hips, grinding against Patcher's waiting tongue. Patcher jumped when she heard a metallic crash on the other side of their cover, but before she could raise her head Shade palmed her head and shoved her against her crotch, grunting as she squirted a messy spray of cum onto her face.

"Good job," Shade said quickly as she finally let her go. She yanked up her pants and Patcher could see the morale and health boost going on her from her buffing oral sex. "Let's do zees." Shade stepped out from her cover and immediately darted to another one as a plasma bolt shot past her.

"They've got a Gladiator!" Patcher called over to her.

"No sheet!" Shade hissed, leaning out and firing off a few shots back.

Patcher poked her head over the barricade and waved at the towering Irishman in power armor. "Hiiii, Gabe! Sorry I'm on the other team this time!"

"Oh ye are? No problem, lass!" Gladiator waved back with one hand as the other fired another laser beam at her. Patcher squeaked and ducked under with little more than some smoking hairs.

"What are you doing, Healslut!?" Shade hissed at her.

"What? We're on the other team. Doesn't mean I can't be friendly. How's the nerf treating ya?!" she called over the wall.

"Y'know, not as bad as I expected!" There was a thump as Gladiator planted his hydraulic boot on top of her cement barrier, holding a burning car over his head with ease.

"Whoa... you can still do that, huh?" Patcher asked meekly, staring up at the crushing improvised weapon.

"Oh, aye. I can do this too." He raised it to slam it down when a nearby sound like cannonfire went off. Gladiator went flying off his feet as Shade's knockback shot connected, sending him crashing to the pavement with the car falling on top of him.

"Distraction. Nice work, blondie," Shade praised.

"It was?" Patcher asked with a confused look. Shade sighed and rolled her eyes.

"I give you too much credit sometimes." She reloaded and pumped a finish shot into Gladiator's helmet, making him twitch before he ragdolled on the ground. "Come on. We're moving up."

"Oh right! Coming right-" There was the briefest flash of a rifle's muzzle from a staircase across the battlefield and a short crack before Patcher passed out. She woke up again in the dropship, shaking her head and checking that the headshot didn't mess up her hair. "Aww poo," she grunted, checking her wrist again. 6 to 7. Catching up but still behind. The hatch opened up after a few seconds and she parachuted back down behind Ghost.

"What happened?" the sniper demanded impatiently.

"I got headshot. They have a Gladiator and a Duct Tape and a Ghost like you. I haven't seen the other ones."

"They have another Bitchbot," Ghost reported.

"Wow. Almost a perfect match. Who'd have thought?" Patcher asked.

"No one. It's weird maybe the players are friends having a mirror match," Ghost suggested quickly. "Now where's the sniper that got you?"

"She was in um... a tall staircase. Had some pillars."

"Great. Hurry up and pull right. I can cover your left. Just keep an eye out for Bot."

"Got it, boss!"

"And don't call me that," Ghost grumbled, blushing a little.

"Sure thing, sexy!"

"REALLY don't call me that!" Ghost protested, blushing harder.

Patcher giggled and ran off in the other direction, firing up her rocket heels to cover the ground quickly. Sure enough, she heard some crashing and clattering as a Bitchbot appeared in front of her. She grunted and swung her fists, but she had a wild smile on her face. She vanished from sight again, just for another one to appear with the same grin. While the one she knew was effectively nude, the other wore a skintight spandex outfit with high heels and a visored mask like a supervillain.

"Holy crap! Who do I shoot!?" Patcher gasped. "I mean... I can't shoot, but... slap? Maybe? Oh! I can heal one of-"

"Don't!" the opposite Bitchbot grunted as both of her crashed to the ground. The enemy supervillain wrapped her hand around the original skin's throat as the other one popped her extendable spike from her wrist. Patcher looked at them confused as the pinned ally one glanced at her with a wide smile.

"I have never been this turned on in my life!" she admitted before stabbing her alternate self in the tit. The opposing Bitchbot gasped and slumped down on top of her duplicate before she was thrown aside. “Well that was interesting!” Bitchbot said, rather excitedly.

“Are…  are you okay?” Patcher asked warily. Bitchbot raised an arm, testingly cloaking and uncloaking it as a few sparking patches of loose armor/skin sparked.

“More or less. I guess I could sit still long enough for a tuneup. Optimal killing efficiency,” she said, smirking at her own catchphrase. The tall and skinny robot woman grabbed Patcher by the hair and pulled her face into her chest, making her kiss and suck on her metallic but surprisingly soft breast.

“I’m glab you’re habbin funb,” Patcher mumbled around her forced mouthful of titty.

“Oh my god, I’ve never fought myself before!” BB swooned. “Is that what everyone feels when I’m choking the life out of them? Just nothing at all and then suddenly thighs around your neck and a spike against your head and you’re just in so much danger you’re ready to cum right there?!”

“No…” Patcher fumbled before popping her head back to breathe again. “I feel things all the time. And I don’t usually feel like cumming in a fight…”

“Healslut, you are missing out,” Bitchbot said confidently, pulling Patcher over to her next breast. She had a fresh coat of spittle over that one while the occasional burst of gunfire sounded off in the distance. It sounded like they were pushing further ahead, and their score was improving. 10 to 10 when she glanced at her bracelet casually between licks. Tied up and two thirds of the way there. 

“Healslut, do you read?” came Duct’s voice over her visored little headset.

“Huh? Oh, hold on.” She pulled her mouth off Bitchbot’s chest now that she was full and touched her headpiece. “Yea, I know how to read. I mean, this is Patcher. How can I help you?”

"I'm on the west end of the battlefield. Shade and Ghost are pushing but I got my ass kicked hacking their sniper. Can you pick me up?"

“Oh sure! I’ll be there with bells on! But like, not really, cuz I’d probably get caught. It’s like, totally an old people expression, but I’m probably just going to be in my rocket-”

“Uh huh. Maybe now, Patcher?”

“Oh! Right! Dying! On my way!” Patcher fired up her heels again and ran to the rescue. She was surprised when she started hearing more of Bitchbot's spikes shooting off. She shouldn't have had anyone near her except for the dead enemy Bitchbot, and she shouldn't have respawned that quickly. She didn't bother doing the math as she caught up to the spot Duct Tape had specified. He was stooped down and slumped against a pile of busted up park benches and chunks of wall. 

"Hey, Duck! I got the hail!" Patcher called.

"It's Duct, Healslut. But I don't..." Patcher straddled the casually dressed hacker and thrust her tits into his face. She hugged him tightly into place as she started grinding on his lap, kissing around his partly-buried face.

"Don't worry. I gotcha," she assured him as she cupped her tits and jiggled them in his face. "I'll have that lifebar up in no time." Duct Tape gave some muffled objection but Patcher just giggled. "Careful, that tickles! Now why isn't that health going up? Did you get shot by Bitchbot's poison? I saw they got a Bitchbot on the Blue team."

Duct objected briefly before he started to moan. Patcher smiled as he started to calm down, cupping his chin and lifting him up for a full on kiss with her pouty lips. She rolled her tongue into his mouth to push more of her healing lipstick into him while her hips gyrated along his lap. She could feel his bulge growing between her legs and leaking precum on her panties when there was another booming gunshot. Patcher jumped in surprise as some buckshot went through her tits and into Duct. He flopped around beneath her and fell limp on the ground. Patcher sighed at the sight of her dead comrade.

"Aww, he was almost finished," she mused. She suddenly shook her head and turned around, remembering the gunshot. Another Duct Tape stood there with his laptop shotgun still raised.

"Geez, there you are," he sighed, tapping a few keys. A map popped up in front of her visor, showing her the two red blips on the map with a blue X beside them. "Don't you ever check your radar? I sent you my location. You were just trying to heal the bad guy."

"Oh... oh! No wonder his health didn't go back up!" she realized, poking at the radar's holographic display. "So what's your map doohickey say?"

"That it's close. Glad popped his ult around Shade and has his Coliseum barrier put up." Duct pointed to the tall orange dome of energy on one side of the battlefield. Patcher nodded. She had read up on that at least. It would stay up for a fifteen seconds or until one person was left alive inside it, with nobody going in or out until then. "Our Bitchbot keeps beating theirs, so we're up 13 to 11. We're counting on you to keep up alive and Shade to win her duel while Ghost picks them off. Think you can do that?"

"Keep healin' like I have been," Patcher said confidently, snapping off a salute. "You bet! Now let's fix you up!"

"Thanks," Duct sighed as he leaned against the wall of rubble. Patcher went to her knees and unzipped his pants, moaning as she took his cock smoothly into her mouth. Duct Tape tasted of sweat and musk but at least the scrawny hacker was one of the smaller members of the team. Keeping him up and running was a lot easier than the monster cocks that Gladiator or Chainslash were packing. She shut her eyes and let herself take him as deep as she could into her mouth and ran his tongue over his balls, smearing him with her healing saliva as she thankfully felt his health bar start going up.

"Wow, fuck... there's a good Healslut. Keep it up." Duct held his gun aside as he palmed the back of her head, pushing her down until his smaller cock pushed against her tonsils. Patcher took it like a champ as she nodded, bobbing his member around in her mouth like an oral handshake. She cupped his balls and squeezed them softly as she carefully dragged her mouth back along his shaft, finally letting him spurt over her chin and tits.

"Yes! I did it!" Patcher cheered happily for herself. "Enjoy your buff"

"Yea," Duct said in a slightly high-pitched voice, tugging clumsily at his pants. "I'll uh... use that real good. I'm just gonna... phew... gonna go try and take out Glad's barrier. Shade should be able to handle him, so just be ready. I'll send her back to you for a quickie once she's (oof) open. Just hang back since you're an easy target."

"Sounds like a plan," Patcher said brightly, giving a casual wipe along her face to clean herself off. She let Duct run off while she waited and tried to clean up the pool of white from her cleavage.

"Sorry I'm late! Nerfinator put up his barrier and I had to run around it or I'd get stuck in the-" Patcher ran in from around the corner, pausing to blink at the messier version of herself. The newcomer had red hair and her skimpy armor/skirt done in a dark and sexy purple instead of pink, but she was otherwise the same. It was one of the common skins that just did a palette swap. "Oh... the opposing Patcher muttered. "Soooo you're not Duct Tape."

"No," Patcher admitted, shaking her head as she sat on the pavement. "I'm Patcher."

"Yea... I know," the Blue Patcher said, sitting cautiously next to her. "So this is weird, huh? I never met myself before."

"I knowww right!? Me neither!" Patcher blurted. "It's weird! It used to be that nobody picked me at all and now everybody does it."

"I was thinking the same thing! It's like we're twins!"

"But we're not," Patcher added. "Right?"

"No! No, I'm you, just Blue Team." The purple Patcher winced and held up a hand as a simple appeal. "Oh, and maybe not snitch me out right now? You know we make easy targets and they'd pick me right off."

"Ohhh no. That's fine," Patcher assured her. "I can't really kill you anyway. Plus we're like... one or two kills away from this being over. I'm sure they've got it."

"Yea... imagine if one of those were our kill though? That would blow their miiiinds."

"Yea!" the original Patcher piped up. "Like when we got the intel out of the mines while Roadblocker was just making a maze for them!"

"Right?!" the purple bimbo nurse laughed. "Or that zombie run when we popped the cork so that the gate crushed that zombie in half!" The two Patchers giggled over the memories as they seemed to ignore the sounds of gunfire in the distance.

"It's too bad we can't-" Patcher cut herself off with a gasp. She sent out a stiff and awkward jab to punch the new redhead Patcher in the arm.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"We can fight! Remember? We just got a melee attack!"

"Oh! Right!" Purple Patcher punched her duplicate in the arm in return.

"Ow!" They sat there punching each other in the shoulder a few times back and forth until the blonde slapped her redhead version. The redhead kicked her in the shin until their flailing slapfest was cut off by a loud buzzer. They checked their bracelets and realized it was over; Patcher's Red Team had won, 15 to 13.

"Oh... wow, close match," the redhead said, rubbing her cheek.

"Yea, well they had some of the best healers on their teams," Patcher giggled, ignoring her wristband and boosting herself up. "Well apart from smacking each other for a while that was fun."

"I mean the slapping was pretty fun," the purple Patcher giggled. "I wondered why everyone liked doing that to me so much."

"It's the jiggling," blonde Patcher replied, standing up and bouncing on her toes to make her tits wobble around. "I get it. But look, I got victory poses to do. I'll see you around... kinda."

"Yea, in the mirror!" The two broke into childish giggles as Patcher ran off and posed with her team, hugging Ghost around the shoulders with her big boobs squishing against her arm. The only strange thing was... things didn't fade out. The others started to wander off and vanish, but Patcher didn't have the familiar feeling of fading away to return to the ship.

"Uh... guys?" she asked, looking at her surprisingly solid hands. "What's wrong?"

Ghost looked at her over her shoulder and then shrugged. "Oh. You've been challenged. It's no big deal."

"What? What's that?!" Patcher panicked. "Am I getting banned?!"

"Noooo relax," the sniper said. Ghost rested a hand on her shoulder before it vanished from reality. "I've been in lots of duels. Sometimes the players want to 1v1 you if they think it was a close fight. If both accept, you stay behind for a solo fight. You'll be back with us in no time."

"O-okay," Patcher muttered meekly. "So does that mean...?" Ghost pointed behind her. Patcher looked over and saw purple Patcher waving at her.

"Guess we did see each other soon." She tapped her wristband as she held it up for her. They were both showing pitch black now. It slowly dawned on the ditzy healer. She had barely even heard about dueling, being a new feature to the game to begin with. It was only today that she had learned how to punch people and do any damage at all. She must have been banned from duels until now.

"Oh. Uh... yea," Patcher mumbled, fiddling her fingers together. "Um... en garde?"

"Oh totally!" The redhead answered happily as she started up her rocket heels. She launched herself at the blonde Patcher but she gave a burst of her own footwear to dodge aside. She smacked the purple Patcher on the ass as she went back for the first strike, getting her to yelp and spin around. "Cheap shot!" she whined, lunging out and pulling on Patcher's hair.

"Ow! Quit it!" Patcher whined, kicking and pushing at her opponent wildly. She still didn't have much experience with actual fighting, so their blows were clumsy and irregular. She'd only learned to punch today, after all. She stomped her heel down on the purple one's toe, making her squeak and jump up and down. She pushed her in the boobs, making her topple head over heels backward as her tits went spilling out of her top. "Ha! Guess you can't underestimate me!" Patcher said proudly.

"Why not? Everyone else does!" the purple Patcher growled. Patcher scowled (well, pouted really) back at her and started to storm closer but the redhead tackled her around the legs, tripping her to the dirty pavement. She tried to kick her off but her duplicate held on and smacked her across the face and tits a few times. "This is why we're always the joke of the team!"

"I am not!" Patcher whined, grabbing and pulling on one of her duplicate's pigtails. "I mean, 'we're not!' Shut up! You're confusing me!"

"Well it's not hard to do!" Purple Patcher snapped, looking more frustrated than angry. "You can't read a map, you can't tell directions, we do whatever everyone tells us to... eep!" The blonde bounced the ranting Patcher's head off the pavement, to no real apparent damage.

"You know, the voice in the back of my head is usually a LOT quieter than you are!" Patcher complained. "OW!" The redhead socked her in the nose with a limp-wristed punch, making her recoil.

"You can't get any respect and you can't fight!" the redhead shouted angrily. Tears welled up in her eyes as she kicked the downed blonde in the ribs, getting a miserable whine from her.

"Oh yea? Well watch me!" Patcher rolled over and kicked her boot into purple Patcher's stomach, winding her as she dropped to her knees in her familiar position. The blonde got back up and slapped her a few more times across the face until the redhead fell over dazed, rubbing her stinging cheeks. There was no real damage to her body, but her costume was noticeably torn up in a few choice locations. Patcher's already flimsy self-esteem started to boil over into anger as she saw herself lounge on the ground and pose with her wide hips up in the air... looking rather sexy. Patcher stared at her blankly as she moved to her knees and helped the redhead back up.

"I knew saving that Ult would pay off," the redhead scoffed, the pungent perfume of her Pheromone Aura flooding the ditzy blonde's nose. It didn't take much to put her in a daze so the chemical took over quickly, making the blonde cradle her opponent's chin and kiss her passionately. It was strange to taste her own healing serum, but she was pleased to find it was rather sweet. Kind of a cherry flavor...

"We always were so gullible," purple Patcher mocked as she suddenly suckerpunched her blonde self in the stomach. The pink one grunted and doubled over, but as the duplicate raised her hand for a second punch the other grabbed her wrist.

"And we're forgetful too! Taking damage breaks the status effect!" Patcher gloated as she tackled herself to the ground, mashing their popped out tits together.

"How would you know that?! We usually can't do damage!"

"Remember that time when we had Big Bolt in the Ult and then Bork came by but he... you know what? You remember. It's fine." Patcher headbutted her double, making both of them bounce back with a groan as they held their heads. They definitely weren't used to doing that. The purple Patcher tried to punch her again but she switched on her heels again for a short burst out of the way. Purple Patcher yelped and grabbed her stinging fist after it bounced off the pavement. 

The blonde Patcher simply dove in while the other was distracted. "In case you didn’t notice, we're not as weak as we think we are! Regular Meleeeee Attaaaaack!" Patcher gave a rather simple punch to her parallel's jaw, but it happened to be the straw that broke the camel's back. Her HP dropped to nothing and the purple bimbo's legs gave out as she hit the floor in a clumsy heap. People were right: apparently she DID always land with her face down and ass up. Patcher shook out her hand as she winced, but she smiled as the giant golden letters appeared overhead that she'd never seen before: "Patcher Wins!"

"Wow, she muttered, poking her duplicate's corpse with her toe with a soft smile. "Well I hope you remember this too when we reload." She felt the familiar tingling that started in her toes as she started to load back into the dropship. "Well that was pretty crazy back there, but thanks..." Patcher gasped as she looked at her ID bracelet. Her eyes went wide and watery at the sight of "Healslutfan69420."

"It's you! I still remember you!" Patcher beamed until the tears spilled out over her cheeks. It was the ID of the player who was the first one to really make any use of her. "Thank you! Thank you SO much! You were the first one to really care about me!" She sniffed and wiped her nose with her arm before it started to fade away. "I hope you have a lot of fun playing me. I know not everyone does, but... thank you. Let me know if there's anything I can ever do for you. I want to pay you back..."

Worlds and worlds away, there were the entities called players. Their every subtle motions tilted the world of Merc Wars in ways the characters couldn't comprehend, saving and ending their lives with mouse clicks, keystrokes, forum posts and fanfiction. The cosmic entity that was barely perceived by the characters as Healslutfan69420 smirked confidently as she lounged back in her chair.

"Mouthy little bitch. You think you can out-Patch me? There's only room for one pro Patcher player and that's me," she boasted into her headset.

"Damn! You really are good at this!" answered the feminine entity's voice on the other side.

"So pay up."

"Wait... really?"

"Did I stutter, bitch?" Healslutfan69420 jeered as she popped open a fresh soda.

"I thought you were joking."

"Yea, and I bet it wouldn't have been joking if I'D lost the duel. Now send em over, slut."

"J...just a sec..." There was some clattering and shuffling on the other end of the mic before a muttered "Here..."

Healslutfan69420 received a ping on her chat as she opened the link. There was another scrawny, completely naked Asian gamer girl next to her screen, blushing as she posed in front of her user ID screen. Healslutfan69420, the top-ranked Patcher player on the game, grinned as she sat back and started rubbing herself, smug over her victory and her humiliating reward. "Now that's a good Healslut," she purred. "Now log back in. I want you to play the next round naked but on my team. And keep her lips on me like a good naked loser."

"Y-yes ma'am," Bimbozooka101 replied meekly, hurrying to accept Healslutfan's guild invite.