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.
"Bingo!" She yipped; hope colouring her voice as she came up with a delectably devious idea. 'The team better love me after this. If any of those cunts say I never do anything I'll fucking shoot them myself. I better be a god damned hero after this shit.'
"What is it, Rider?" Came the curious if not stressed voice of her captain as Sophie watched his avatar gaze around the area, seeing if they had been discovered yet.
"Huggerbe, you're gay, right?" Sophie piped up, no loathing or any negative emotion fogging her voice. The subject of their captain's homosexuality was not something that was brought up often, if at all. In a game full of sexist, racist, homophobic teenage boys, being an open gay man was as good as a death warrant; the fact that Huggerbe was one of the best players made it even worse.
"Yes." It was simple, to the point, mistrust lacing every inch of it.
"Good, because I do not need you getting distracted." Sophie huffed, nervousness spiking in her belly at the thought of what she was going to do next. Her fingers wrapped around the bottom of her shirt as she easily tugged it up and over her head, tossing it off. Reaching down she quickly moved Seven's hands, placing each of the massive palms squarely over her large, heaving E cup bosoms. Not even Seven's hands could hold all of them, her creamy flesh spilling over his groping hands.
"Rider, what are you doing?" Came the almost panicked voice of her captain.
"Look, right, the guys we're playing against are just that, guys. And on top of that, they're teenage guys. Now, when you were a young teen, what did you think about? Sex, am I right? Now, I just bet most of these guys, if not all of them, are raging virgins that haven't even seen real titty before. The best they've probably had is yanking it to porn and coming in about five seconds. So, all I have to do is make all their blood rush to their second head and they'll be as useless as chickens with their heads cut off." Sophie blandly explained as she once more wound her hips in a gyrating circle, mashing her clit against the jean clad thigh of her robotic lover, the cotton of her own panties causing delicious friction against her hidden pearl. The soft palming of her teats helped as well.
"How are you going to do that?" Huggerbe inquired, sounding more jovial as the likelihood of this plan working actually seemed feasible.