All characters are over the age of nineteen.
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"Suck my non-existent cock, arse-wipe," came Sophie's overly aggressive curse as she blew off another players head. Her own ear piece immediately filled with threats against her body and slews of "I fucked your mother up the arse and she loved it." It was simply another day in the world of Gear Strike, a first person shooter incredibly similar to the ancient game, Halo. Sophie's thick set of thighs sat straddled over the tree branch sized ones of her CB, her knees pressing into the soft material of her couch as her feet kicked up behind her; the tops of her arches resting against the top of Seven's thigh. Sophie's eyes were fixed firmly to the curved, clear screen in front of her, her hands clad in game-play gloves; the controllers of her generation.
A swift clicking filled the room as her right main fingers tapped against her thumbs, setting up combination after combination as she maneuvered her avatar through the world it had been placed in. With several taps of her middle and index finger against the pad of her thumb she had easily dispatched another Blue player, boosting her own Red team up several points. She gave a cheeky chuckle as she shifted, gloating in her victory over the microphone attached to her headphones as the crotch of her panties rubbed over the sturdy leg trapped between her own. 'Pants are an annoyance, as are bras.' She thought bemusedly to herself as her heavy bosom jiggled within the confines of her army green muscle shirt.
Sophie easily moved through the compound, several others of her team joining her as they systematically culled the other team. Orders streamed through her head set from the red team captain, Huggerbe and Sophie couldn't help but snigger as her team slowly rose in points. Then, the shit hit the fan. It took Sophie a second to see that they had been lead into a trap; her whole group had been lead straight into the blue teams killing ground. The weapons started firing and her teammates started falling as their opponents held the high ground, picking her companions off like sitting ducks as they fought back futilely. Sophie panicked as screams and curses flew through her ear piece, her eyes wide as she swore herself, her health slowly draining as she searched for a way out.
"Shit shit shit!" She whimpered, her eyes wide and frantic. 'So much for a quick and easy Capture the Flag game, Huggerbe!' Sophie hissed mentally, having been led to believe by their captain that the team they were up against were far below their league. Seven's hands wrapped around her bountiful hips as he sat up straight, wondering what had his owner so rattled that her vitals would spike so terribly. And then, through all the swearing and smack talk she heard it.
"Rider, over here!" Came the bark of her captain as he called out to her.
She quickly moved her avatar, sloshing through the virtual mud as her companions continued to fall. She came across her captain slamming the butt of his weapon into the grate of a shaft over and over again and she quickly joined him. With a quick one, two the grate imploded, rattling off into the pipe as she and Huggerbe threw themselves out of the fray of the massacre. It was several minutes later that they found themselves huddled into a small section of water pipe as they sat quietly, waiting for the panic to wear off as they planned their next move. Sophie gave a resigned sigh as she flicked through her online players list, only she and Huggerbe were left from their team.
"We're fucked." Came her agitated voice as she growled, blaming the whole situation on her captain. "You fucked us over. They were supposed to be easy! New players that wouldn't know the terrain as well! You said your friends beat these guys zero to twenty seven!" She barked out across her microphone at Huggerbe.
"And now because of you, the last two months have gone to waste! We were finally going to get the Flag Champion Achievement." She grumbled, not pleased at all. Sophie knew as soon as they both died, they'd have to start the last two grueling months over again.
"We can still win this." Huggerbe muttered softly, still wary of being too loud, even though his horribly expensive location and sound jammer was in effect. Why he'd bothered to waste the prize from his championship game on this campaign she didn't know.
"Oh yeah? And how are you going to manage that, huh? Magically manage to defeat seven other players all by yourself? You're good, Huggerbe, damn good, but even you aint that good." She growled over the communicator, not even the soft fluttering of Seven's lips over her shoulder calming the raging fire broiling just below her skin. The taunts and jeers of the other team did little to ease her anger, either. Just because Huggerbe's jammer hid their location on any virtual map and blocked their voice from the other team, didn't mean they couldn't still hear the other team. Sophie was getting quite sick of the constant lewd comments about her mother.
"You think they'd get some originality." She grumbled as she slumped, finally coming to accept that they were destined to lose this fight, to lose this achievement.
"They're a bunch of teenagers jumped up on hormones, what do you expect, Shakespeare?" They both gave a depressed chortle. Sophie gave a deep sigh, her eyelids dropping as she shifted positions slightly. She gave a grunt as her clit ground down against Seven's thigh, her own pair squeezing around the thick leg. It was that very moment Sophie's eyes lit up as a brainstorm thundered through her head.