Rule34 - If it exists, there is porn of it

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᠎Mercy lay on the ground, panting and whimpering. Feeling was slowly returning to her numb body as the last vestiges of orgasm left her, and she was becoming aware of new sensations. The cool air against her sweaty, light fuzz covered skin. The smell of musk and femcum strong in the air as she breathed it into her long nasal cavity. The dirt teasing her sore but distractingly tingly nipples. Her loving alpha- She gave a slight sigh of happiness- Still continuing to grind against her thick thigh as she lay sprawled on her front. Her torn rubber and metal skirt bounced in time with her swollen breasts to each jiggling thrust. How lucky she was to have such a domineering female pack leader, to help her out when there were no male alphas around. Her tail wagged at the thought, slapping against Pharah’s thrusting hips as she continued after her own orgasm. Pharah, just another lonely bitch in heat like myself, Mercy thought wistfully.

The wind shifted and Mercy’s nose involuntarily sniffed as she picked up new scents. Masters are coming, she thought excitedly, her tail now wagging with more enthusiasm. Except, that wasn’t the only thought the smell spurred. There were familiar scents that she could pick out and which brought alien concepts to mind; after shave, machine lubrication, hair gel, gunpowder… She shouldn’t know about such things as a simple mutt, but she did, and it brought back images of her old masters- No, friends. From her time on Overwatch, as a pack dog…? No, in her mind’s eye she was standing tall beside her colleagues, McCree, Tracer, D.va, and Symmetra, that holier than thou bit-

Mercy’s head snapped up in shock, a whine escaping her throat, her triangular ears on full alert. She looked down in horror at her pawed hands- This isn’t right, it isn’t right at all! Dread weighed in her stomach as she focused on the black nose jutting from her pretty face, then at the scared stiff tail jutting from under her desecrated battle skirt, and finally to the humanoid dog panting and moaning as it mindlessly tried to get itself off against the back of her thigh. Mercy had to swallow her disgust, realizing with shame as she looked back at her own dirt coated and fuzzy body that they were both guilty for this mess… Especially her, having called over the dogs that had chewed up her healing staff... But it was still hard not to think of Pharah as an annoying dog humping her leg.

“Phrraaa!” She tried, her dry throat not cooperating. She swallowed, then “Pharrahhh! Wrraht are yrrou doing?” Her mouth felt stiff; her tongue much too flat and clumsy, and she felt the cold dread shoot through her as she realized it wasn’t just post coital rubberiness. That while she had been shamefully enjoying Pharah, she had continued to shed her humanity. She had messed up, big time, and soon she might not be able to do anything more than just bark!

“Mercy, say something filthy! I’m so close! Whine” Pharah grated out. There was a slight growl, but Mercy’s heart rose at the fact that Pharah could still speak. In fact, she seemed marginally less canine overall, having not spent time in a malfunctioning healing suit.

Mercy could smell the heroes more clearly now, looking around frantically. She tried to raise herself to a crouch but Pharah shoved her down again, her domination no longer sexy, just demeaning. “ARF! Pharrrah no, they’rre coming! The otherrr herrroes!”

Pharah’s expression grew confused and annoyed, her thrusts slowing. “Heroes?” She pondered the word, then “Heroes!” Her eyes grew wide with shock, her eyebrows knitted. “Oh god Mercy, what have we done, we have to-”

“It’s PharaMercy!” They both cringed as Tracers voice rang out through the courtyard. “Our favorite pair! But what are they… Oh my.” They froze, not daring to look.

“Where is your armor, are you in the nude?” D.va chided them, stomping over in her mech. “Wait, what are you… OH NO!”

McCree was content to stand in the back guffawing at the at the scene, leaning against a wall. “The little ladies liked to work close, but…” He managed, before doubling over.

Symmetra stood shocked beside him, her nose wrinkled in utter repulsion. Tracer turned to her, hesitating as she tried to figure out how to calm her- but Symmetra launched forward before she could. “HAVE YOU NO SHAME!” She lambasted, stomping as loud as the mech. “Have you no DIGNITY!” Pharah and Mercy eyed the ground with flattened ears, Pharah lowering her head to Mercy’s large rump with a whine, like a dog caught chewing on golf shoes. Symmetra stood there, breathlessly glowering, her mouth opening but unable to find words. Mercy tried to explain, but in her shame all that came out was a sad “Woof!” Pharah blushed and involuntarily thrust her hips at the sound.

“EEEK! 그게 뭐야? I don’t like it! DEFENSE MATRIX UP!” To no one’s surprise it did nothing to separate the shamed dog girls, although it did spray off most of the grit and gravel. Tracer blinked over.

“Now now, they’re not the first in Overwatch to have some fun in the field! Though their choice in fetish gear, blimey, that’s a new one! Didja keep the ears and tails in your rocket chambers, Pharah?” She chuckled.

D.va snickered as well “Mercy I thought the angel motif was your attention grabber, did you think you could do better as a dog medic?” Her voice growing increasingly giddy.

“She wasn’t satisfied with the gawking,” Tracer gasped, now laughing hard enough to have trouble getting words out. “She wanted pettings too! Didn’t you girl! Yes you did!”

Mercy craned her more flexible neck to stare up at her friends, seeming to tower above her, a whine escaping her throat. They thought she was just attention whoring, getting kinky with Pharah! It wasn’t her fault, it was the nanobiotics! She pawed at her snout, trying to figure out how to explain, fearing that it might just come out as barks.

Pharah tried first, her face burning in shame and humiliation. “Could you urrrr… Could you help us up, maybe?” She covered her erect nipples with her fuzzy forearm, the other paw lifting her head from Mercy’s firm tush as soon as she realized what she was doing. She caught D.va raising her hand to suppress a giggle, Pharah’s butt pillow not escaping her notice.

“Aww but didn’t you want pettings!” Tracer cried out, throwing her arms around pharah. “That’s why you’d wear such ridiculous pieces in the battlefield, to get pettings! Yes you would, yes you would!” Her voice growing increasingly patronizing and giddy, as one does when talking to a dog. Pharah’s chest burned with embarrassment- Even worse, Tracer’s enthusiastic scratching behind her ears felt pretty good. Really good in fact. She felt her leg start to vibrate and tried to resist, but moments later it was bouncing against the ground. “Stop, it’s embarrassing..!” She tried, but Tracer just squealed with delight, “Such a good doggy yes you are yes you are, just wanted a bit of fun in the field awwww.”
“Pharah I LOVE how the pieces match your skin color, it suits you really well as a dog!” D.va too was losing it, “Who needs to be a dignified Egyptian warrior when you can pull off chocolate furred jackal so well!” Pharah tried to struggle away at the backhanded compliment with a warbling cry, her distinguished career flashing before her eyes- But Tracer just held her tighter, now threading an arm around her breasts, ignorant of Pharah’s eyes growing wide at the cold metal touched her nipples.

“Mercy!” D.va cried, ejecting from her suit with a flip. “Can you roll over too? Roll over for me, girl!” Mercy was utterly confused, but by some deep seated instinct she did so anyway, shifting under Pharah, her metal halo and skirt clanking on the ground. She tried to keep her paws clamped to her bizarrely swollen breasts, but caught McCree eyeing them, still gasping out laughter against the wall.

“How amusing,” Symmetra’s tone was dry, but her mouth was upturned in a slight smirk, “The whore dog does tricks.” It stung, but more than anything it confused her. Even Symmetra was getting in shots? She would never show such… Humanity, especially on the battlefield. And with how giddy Tracer and D.va were- it just wasn’t right, they seemed almost drugged! A whole new layer of gut churning confusion settled in with her embarrassment- She glanced over at McCree again, drying his mirthful tears as he snuck glances at Mercy’s paw squeezed breasts, her cream colored nude thighs and still engorged mound of venus. Well, at least that idiot made sense.

But worst of all, all the shame, exhibitionism, patronizing, confusion… It was making her feel horny again, desire starting to reform in her nethers. And the golden-furred bitch could tell by Pharah’s sudden panting and musky scent that she wasn’t the only one.

Suddenly D.va’s face was towering above her, blocking the sky. Mercy gave a startled YIP, raising her paws in submission, leaving her breasts uncovered. Since when had D.va been so domineering, she wondered with a flutter in her chest.

“Those big blue puppy dog eyes! 귀여운 강아지, I’m in love! Can you speak for me girl?” Mercy’s heart again fluttered as she gave a meek bark, wanting more than anything to please this master, then grinned with her tongue lolling out stupidly. “EEEEE!” D.va clasped her hands, then dropped to her knees and vigorously rubbed Mercy’s head, scratching under her waxed hair to behind her ears, her chin- “What is this? You’re no angel!” Diva laughed, yanking the halo painfully from her head. “Angels don’t flash their breasts in battle! You’re our little lovable mutt Mercy!” Mercy whined with deep shame as she heard her halo clatter away- D.va was right, her pure golden visage no longer fit- Then panted happily, loving the scratching sensation, the attention of the small 19 year old girl. She felt D.va’s breath hot on the side of her neck and bust, and turned her head to lick eagerly at her face, desperate to show her love even as her cheeks began to flush with heat. It was so wrong, she had nearly 20 years on this green warrior, yet here she was, in the middle of a foreign street, with her arms and legs raised cutely in submission, wanting nothing more than her love and attention. Wanting to be her good dog. Her tail wagged enthusiastically, not at all reflecting her conflicting urges, the strained expression playing across her mixed features.

D.va squealed again and scratched behind her ears even harder, sliding a knee under Mercy’s back to let her more easily tongue her face. “And a skirt! Skirts are for people, silly!” A simple flick with D.va’s opposable thumbs, and the skirt Mercy had struggled with fell from her, leaving some naturally prodigious hips and rear fully bared for the world to see. Mercy gasped in shock, looking up in time to flush with embarrasement as McCree’s leering eyes grew wide, before D.va began to rub and scratch up and down from her tapered waist to the red marks left from the skirt. Mercy groaned, closing her eyes and whimpering as she wiggled under the girl’s enthusiastic massage. “Who put that on a dog! Anyone can see you don’t care for dignity!” Her cheeks burned red but it was hard to argue as she panted under the dominating teenager, naked in the dusty courtyard. D.va’s wonderful hands traced into her inner thighs, then up her belly (to her bitter disappointment), then over her enlarged bosom, jiggling it as they massaged, until they were back behind her ears. Mercy moaned loudly and resumed licking her face, overwhelmed, needing to return the pleasure to her master- even if she was an uppity little gamer.

She felt a renewed wash of giddy emotion, the same as D.va, Tracer, and probably Pharah- If she could stop licking D.va’s sweet face long enough to glance over. Though she could hear with her large, pointy ears the jackal woman’s panting, egyptian and english being gasped out under her breath out mixed with dog sounds… All probably loving praise for Tracer. Why were they all so damn giddy? And then it hit her.

The nanobiotic systems, they played hell with the recipients limbic system, giving feelings of elation, making memories more plastic, making the user more suggestible. It was a wonderful side effect in a hospital or battlefield setting, especially if you had to convince a patient that their newly missing arm was actually a good thing- but in such dire straits as being transformed, body and mind, into animals- It meant that no one could muster the focus to resist! It explained the overpowering lust, the tweaked memories, their teammate’s joyful attention- Why everything had the feeling of some bizarre dream... Her Caduceus Staff was still active, it was still changing them into dogs, and it was making it impossible for their teammates to realize!

“Raff!” She gasped, sucking her flat tongue back in. “Raducrous Raff!”

Pharah took a moment to meet her gaze, then looked at her with dull eyes, pathetically happy and flushed. “SsRraff!” Mercy tried again.

Pharah looked confused now. “Raff? Wha? Arf!” She seemed a little more somber, at least until Tracer’s gauntlet jostled over her nipple.

Mercy jerked her muzzle at the staff lying a slight distance away, where she had dropped it. D.va tightened an arm under her long chin, laughing out some patronizing korean, but Mercy again managed “Raff!” Pharah followed her gaze and realized. “Staff…” She muttered, more confused, and now concerned.

“Rerroyy! Rissay-ble!” Mercy clenched her eyes and focused on her tongue. “Break!” She cried. Pharah’s eyes grew wide, anxiety flooding back. The staff, they had to break the staff! That’s what was causing all this insanity!

D.va, annoyed at the lack of attention from her new favorite pet, shifted her position, flipping Mercy on to her side. Mercy yelped with surprise at being manhandled by the little asian. “I know what doggy needs!” She declared, sliding a hand down Mercy’s chest, the dog woman gawking at it as it passed. “Doggy needs teh belly scratchesss!” D.va cried excitedly, making a claw and furiously rubbing Mercy’s fuzzed belly.

The doggy did in fact appreciate the belly scratches, but more so the sensation of the textured forearm rubbing rapidly on her erect nipple. She gave a sharp, feminine cry as her body stiffened, which turned to a moan as she arched her back and flattened her ears under her hair, once again in full sexual submissive mode. She pulled her upper leg from under Pharah and raised it, lower one splayed open against the ground providing balance, leaving Pharah to fall with an arf! against her inner thigh and open crotch. Pharah caught herself in an animal crouch, Mercy’s unusually wide hips providing a startlingly comfortable perch for the more flexible jackal woman. For the second time, the two aroused crotches met- And again, Mercy was gyrating hopelessly, trying to get herself and her alpha off… Unable to coherently organize her concerns, the shame only fueling on her burning need. Pharah, still unsatisfied from the last bout of desperate rubbing, could only resist for a few moments before the sensation of the eager bitch beneath her brought her baser instincts to the fore.

“Well aren’t you gals eager!” Tracer laughed, continuing to hug and fawn over Pharah. “Good golly, maybe we should have gotten you spayed!” Pharah was too lost to contemplate that statement as she licked the inside of Mercy’s knee, wishing for a proper taste of her, her mouth wet from her delicious smell. D.va meanwhile cocked an eyebrow, greatly enjoying being in control of the larger woman that had bossed her around the training yard so much. My superior, she breathed sarcastically. The dog before her had lost all of her annoying charge and dignity, now whimpering and moaning helplessly under her continued molestation. It was hard to remember her as anything but a helpless dog, in fact! Best. Match. Ever.

“You spoil your eager bitches”, Symmetra snorted from the sidelines, but she too couldn’t hide the grin from her face. Something about this whole picture was just increasingly humorous to her.

“Hot damn,” McCree chortled as he approached. “Look at little missy wrangling that big dog. That’s a woman I could enjoy.”

D.va curtly puffed at him, not looking up from her victim. Symmetra burst out laughing. “D.va or the dog!”

McCree grinned and tilted his hat with a leer. “Well, which one has bigger tits?”

Symmetra gaped, then exploded with more laughter. Even McCree felt a giddy giggle in his throat.

“McCree you would fuck a dog like Mercy if her titties were plump enough!” Symmetra laughed.

“Well pardon me little lady, but she seems good enough for Pharah!”

“The couch cushions are good enough for Pharah!”

“Touche.” Come to think of it, why was McCree feeling so attracted to the team’s mutts? He had never been into dogs before, even particularly thick and busty ones. He chalked it up to the giddy mood that had invaded them all. “You know I can appreciate how you’d be jealous of the dog Symmetra, she’s got a few cup sizes on you!”

“This cute widdle girl?” D.va laughed. And it was true, Mercy had shrunk slightly since the belly rub had begun, her breasts still proportionately large but about even with Symmetra’s in absolute volume now. Pharah shifted forward, still full size, leaning harder on the bitch’s leg as it grew smaller.

“Well, still got dem thighs”, McCree muttered, now feeling particularly awkward for leering at a dog. Then he laughed it off; how could he not, her thighs were now almost comically curvy compared to her shrunken, hourglass frame- Staying about the same size even as the rest of her diminished.

Mercy came back to the conversation once more at D.va calling her little girl, her nipple now painfully excited. She nipped in front of D.va’s face, then noticed with a start just how large she was now. “Well you are little!” D.va laughed, moving out of range of her muzzle to scratch under her chin and ponytail. Mercy gawked around, wide eyed but still panting helplessly, realizing that everyone was noticeably bigger- Including Pharah, who towered above her as she thrust, setting her submissive lust aflame as her upraised leg was pushed further and further toward her own face, her dominant alpha gaining more size and power over her, the cute little fucktoy named Mercy, who lived to pleasure Pharah, to be her docile beta, to cum and bark and moan and no no no! She whined. Not good! None of this is right!

“What’s the party!” Winston bellowed happily, pounding into the circle of Overwatch heroes and their pets. “Oh my…” He paused, recoiling.

“The dogs..!” Symmetra gasped, “They just won’t stop..!”

“Pharah and Mercy?” Winston asked, confused and growing concerned. “What’s happened to them…”

“D.va’s loving happened to them!” She cried, lifting Mercy’s ashamed puppy dog face higher to give a pleading bark at Winston. Pharah looked back at Winston through her own wagging tail with a pained expression, but didn’t stop thrusting, as Tracer cried “Just having a love in hun!”

Winston felt a sense of dread as he gazed at his colleagues, like his world had been flipped. Why were they naked and taking on canid features, why was Mercy so small, why were the heroes of Overwatch treating it like a big joke… And then suddenly he was filled with giddy elation. The gorilla chuckled, then burst out laughing, feeling like he finally got it. “Well, dogs will be dogs I suppose!” He pounded off on all fours, “Though a little dignity wouldn’t hurt...”

Dogs will be dogs. The carefree phrase echoed in Mercy and Pharah’s minds. Was that what Winston saw? It seemed like he recognized them at first, but then so very quickly he thought of them as nothing more than… They weren’t dogs! Even if Pharah was humping Mercy like a mutt in heat, and Mercy was rapidly dwindling to the size of a lap dog as her juices ran out her crotch… They made eye contact again, both anxious but utterly helpless against the situation, sharing a thought. What was happening to them? And how far would it go if everyone just kept laughing them off?

Mercy lay on her side staring up at everyone with breathlessly frightened blue eyes, as they towered over her, laughing giants, mocking her body and lack of dignity. Pharah almost fell down on her as she continued thrusting forward, her plaything whimpering with the dreadful sexual tension of it all building up inside her, driving her mad… Mercy managed a quiet, strangled ‘arf’. Suddenly D.va was leaning over her face, upsidedown. “I know how to shut this stupid doggy up,” she breathed, then leaned forward and kissed Mercy’s upturned muzzle, sticking her tongue into her doggy mouth.

Mercy spasmed with a sudden orgasm as the pressure finally released itself, bucking as she slid off D.va’s knee and fell onto her back, feeling as though her size and humanity were gushing out through a particularly wet orgasm. She couldn’t do anything but quiver and moan as it continued, feeling her shoulder blades and ass slide toward each other on the ground as she shrank, growing smaller than D.va, too small to hold the toned military jackal up. Her raised legs bent back and slid open until both her hind legs were behind her ears, the larger jackal woman’s breasts coming down to rub against her face, poking her with erect nipples, as she continued humping Mercy’s slick bottom.

D.va sat up in time to avoid Pharah falling on her, instead watching the jackal face plant the ground as her breasts smothered the toy. She wiped a hand fervently across her mouth, crying “아이씨, she drooled all over! Bleh!”

Tracer fell back laughing, finally releasing Pharah. “PHA HAHAHA! You’re going to have doggy breath! Blimey why would you do that! Hahahaha...”

Pharah growled down at the still shuddering and incoherent miniature Mercy, then in a barely understandable voice she muttered “That’s two to zero. Some support…”

Don't worry Mercy, I'm sure Torbjörn will fashion your halo into a fine dog collar.

rastifan

anna (frozen)

>> #191966 Yahye Posted on 2025-12-07 11:22:53

Anna woke up in a marble cave under some magical light and a booming god like voice declared!

"Anna, princess of Arendelle! Thou will fornicate with thine sister and the kingdom shall rejoice and happiness will spread throughout the land.".

How Elsanna started. It totally happen:D