Your Favorite Healslut: Holiday Events

Another one I started long ago and finished up quick. This actually came to mind a while before Christmas, but I had a lot of ideas for Healslut and not sure where to go next. Mostly figured where to go with this one by focusing in on a couple characters at a time. Get to look at some pairings closer, namely Pocket Rocket/Shade and Night shift/Psych. As always, there's a lot of weird relationships going on when you kill your friends  for a job and come right back.

MiloDeVenus: “Somebody get on the point!”

JacksontheTalkingCat: “I’m literally riding on Santa’s dick! What more do you want from me!”

CreepyJeepers: “Why are you on the cart?! Go heal someone!”

Ballbusterwhen?: “It’s a sleigh, not a cart.”

CreepyJeepers: “Super don’t care, brah!”

“Wow! I totally can’t believe I’m sitting on Santa's lap!” Patcher chimed. She was dressed in her Holiday Cheer skin, a predictably skimpy skirt and tube top of red silk and white trim. She was also squatting on top of the cart that her team was pushing, working her hips against the lap of a largely motionless Santa Claus sitting atop the reskinned sleigh. There was a crudely thrown-together plot that Merc Squad had been hired to escort Santa through enemy territory, but the game was never one to sweat its plot too heavily.

“Think it’s just a reskin of the old payload,” Duct Tape reported. He typed away at his shotgun laptop and with an awkward buzzing, the charging Gladiator had sparks flying from his power armor. He tripped and fell flat on his face as Duct emptied his gun into him to put him down.

“No, I’m pretty sure it’s Santa,” Patcher said as she wiggled her hips. “He says ‘ho ho ho’ and he’s totally popping a boner right now. Incoming, B-T-dubs.”

Duct cursed as he jumped out of the way of a rocket. It blew up next to him right before a second one caught him in the chest. In a major underreaction, he gave a small grunt as his body ragdolled away from the explosion.

“Oh no! Quick! Somebody save Santa!” Patcher yelled. “Santa, run and save yourself!”

“Ho ho ho!” the vacant-eyed man repeated.

“Okay, so you might just be one of the dummy models in a Santa suit…” Patcher muttered to herself. A spray of gunfire pelted the sled, leaving holes and chunks torn into its polished wood. Roadblocker and Bork ran out in front of her, the gruff Aussie tossing out one of his portable barricades. He crouched down behind it and grabbed the mini turret, starting to fire back at the attackers along with his cyborg canine teammate.

“Bloody chundah! Fizza cart forra lose a finga, ya cunt!”

“I… still don’t know what you’re saying,” Patcher said sheepishly.

Bork barked at her.

“Oh! Okay! On it!”

Patcher turned around to face the prop Santa and flashed him a coy smile. She pulled down her top until the edges of her nipples were revealed and knelt down in front of him, taking cover in the sleigh while she pulled his fluffy pants down.

“Merry Christmas, Santa,” she cooed softly as she clutched his firm erection and popped it into his mouth. She started to bob her head as Skullfucker darted past. With her recent modifications to her model, her exaggerated tits and ass went bouncing around like a Baywatch starlet.

“Data says we use ‘happy holiday.’ Mods are scare of offending religious people,” the zombie reminded her.

“Woopfee! Mah bah!” she called as best she could around her mouthful of Christmas cock. She conjured a mouthful of saliva to noisily slurp back up, tilting her head up to suck all along the hardened shaft. She heard the soft creaking of the sled’s wood as it started to recover in relation to Santa and Patcher’s usual means of oral healing. 

Patcher started to drool over her tits before she cupped them to wrap around the base of Santa’s shaft and balls. She was just starting a wet titfuck when there was a heavy crash from the frontlines. Shieldmaiden came smashing through Roadblocker’s barrier, raising her iron shield and swinging her ax to quickly dispatch them both.

“Begone, thieves of Yule! Your false Odin scares me not!” she bellowed triumphantly. She tore through Patcher’s allies before burying her axe into the front of the sleigh, ripping a huge hole in it.

“Oh crap! Wait, don’t hit so-!”

Patcher started to warn her when Shield raised her crossbow and fired. The bubbly blonde saw the bolt fly right towards her face right before she woke up in the dropship.

“Whoops. There goes the point, I guess,” she noted. Sure enough, the announcement rang out a few seconds later.

BLUE TEAM WINS!

“Oh well. Better luck next time, Reds. I still hope the Blue guys got some good presents…”

Everyone had been looking forward to the Winter Holiday event (Skull was right; the programmers actively avoided using “Christmas,” “Chanukah,” or “holy” anywhere in the public). It meant new skins, a higher drop rate for loot boxes, a few seasonal modes, and some superficial snow and lights on the maps. 

“I think they got lazy with the snow layering,” Ghost Shot grunted as she stretched her neck out. It got a little stiff after she respawned from someone shooting her head off.

“I think it looks fine,” Oni-Chan said, the urban ninja kicking at the smoothly flowing white stuff at his feet.

“It’s also indoors.” Ghost opened the door to the command room where they tended to spend their free time between games. A heap of room-temperature snow fell out at her feet as her assorted teammates busied themselves in their downtime. Duct Tape was back on his laptop gun, glancing up as Anarchy leaned on the nearby wall. The hacker had been in high demand lately, the only one able to manipulate the world around them more than the others. Living in a computer game while understanding net code was invaluable in their meta black market of Christmas presents that weren’t already inside the game.

Ghost nodded to a few of her teammates as she reached into a pile of snow, pulling out one of the beers and popping it open with her palm. Patcher just trotted over to the hot cocoa dispenser that had replaced the radar feed, bending over to fill her mug and flash her panties to anyone nearby.

“Okay annnd we’re off,” Duct Tape reported as he clicked a few things on his laptop shotgun.

“Off what?” Dr Dragon asked.

“Off for Christmas. Got a few hours to ourselves while the players all jump to the new mode they just put in.”

“What mode?” Anarchy asked. Her question was immediately answered as the belts of grenades and dynamite on her body vanished and were replaced by snowballs.

“Well fuck me, eh?” she huffed as she plucked one off and tossed it dismissively away. Pocket Rocket waddled over to Duct’s computer and peeked over his shoulder.

“It says here you’re in a snowball fight with your twin sister so they can test her character model…”

“Oh it’s fuckin’ on!!” Anarchy grabbed a pair of snowballs as she stormed off towards the exit. “I’ll blast that fockin’ bitch back out of canon! WITH AN ACTUAL CANNON!!”

“It’s nice to see her having fun,” Patcher said fondly.

“She’s pissed,” Bitchbot noted.

“Yea, but she’s happy when she’s angry. You should look out for these kinds of things. That’s what you call people skills.”

“That or you grew up knowing nothing but gamers. Ghost reached past Patcher to snatch up a tall, dark bottle labeled “Christmas Drink” and a couple glasses. “Now come on. Everyone should be playing as her so they won’t miss us if we let the drones take over for a while.”

Ghost slipped an arm around her waist and raised her bottle. “Rest of you troops take it easy. I don’t care what you were programmed to celebrate. I just hope you have a happy day of not shooting each other.”

The team murmured the same sentiments in return as they started to meander away. Ghost bit the cork off their bottle and took a swig before passing it to Patcher. “Come on, bonita. Let’s go celebrate your brains out.”

“Say, uh… sis?” Psych started up. Night Shift turned to him, the bat-winged gothic woman wearing her usual serene smile. “You maybe wanna head back to our room? I got something for you.”

“Oh, you’re sweet,” she almost sighed in her gentle tone. She extended a wing and cupped it around his back. “I’m sure it’s wonderful.” The doped-up bioweapon had subtle expressions, but Psych was more familiar with her than anyone, even without his mind powers. The way she blinked out of sequence was a sign she was actually quite excited.

“Hey, Shady!” Pocket Rocket piped up. She hopped into Shade’s line of sight, the rocket launcher on her back more noticeable than she was at the muscular woman’s looming height. Shade stopped short of the little alien and blushed.

“Oh. Hello, mistress,” she mumbled. “Merry… whatever.”

“It’s Mauglauck,” the green shortstack answered quickly. “It’s this three-week-long thing that nobody really pays attention to on Mars. But that’s not the important part! The important part is you’re comin’ with me!”

“Why am I com-” Shade started, but Pocket snapped her fingers a few times impatiently. Shade swallowed and followed her obediently.

Psych and Night Shift sat on one of the beds. The basic bunks in the base were effectively identical, short of whatever stuff the mercs threw in to keep themselves distracted. Theirs was mostly empty; Psych was always busy on his cellphone while Shift was content with spacing out and some light reading.

“So I got some of the event wrapping paper for the item trades,” Psych said sheepishly, brushing some of his scruffy hair from his eyes. “And I know you aren’t big on flashy stuff, so… I got you this.”

He accessed his inventory wheel and a small cylinder resembling a soda can in shiny paper appeared in his hand. Shift unwrapped it with a methodical calm, setting the whole paper aside while she held a large piece of solid glass. F-67NS was painted across it in menacing black script.

“From the old lab,” Shift said calmly with a warm smile. She turned it around so that she read it backwards. “It’s even from my cell. Thank you.”

“Yea, I remember… well I was programmed to remember growing up in there across from you. Talking to you through the vents and all. I had a certain someone hack it out of the promotional art for our release. It’s not much but it’s kind of all I got to me besides landing a big paycheck from Fort Fite. So thought it’d mean a lot to you too.”

“Of course it does, brainiac,” Shift chuckled lazily. She slid in closer to him, her thick hips and big pale chest pressing against the younger-looking teammate’s side. “I could use something to ground me a little now and then.”

“Ground you?”

The wing woman nodded, studying the glass dreamily. “I’m a lab experiment within a team within a game whose character is heavily medicated for a number of reasons. It’s… not bad, but it’s this beautiful kind of peace, even among the chaos. Everyone’s so pleasant here…”

Psych bit his tongue at that idea.

“But you are always special to me, little brother.”

“We’re technically the same age,” Psych defended. “I’ve been out for a few months just like you have.” 

“I’m still older,” Night reminded him. “I came out first.”

“By like a minute!” Psych laughed. “We’re technically twins, even if we’re not blood related. All we’ve got in common is our release date and our backstory that didn’t actually happen.”

“Well now it did. It exists.” Shift held up the glass in evidence before she set it aside on a dresser. “Is that really your worry?”

“What is?”

“That we do not share blood?”

“Uh…”

“Consider it a present,” she said softly as she leaned into the squirming boy.

Her black-painted lips and especially hot breath on Psych’s neck made him shiver but he sat still as she wrapped him up in her arms and wings, pushing him between her breasts. He was braced for the bite when he felt her gentle hands roam down his chest. With a small flourish, she pulled his pants away from his lap and took his cock into her equally warm hand. Psych gave a small whimper as he curled up against her chest.

“Hush now,” she said gently against his ear. “Good boy.” Psych instinctively obeyed, laying his head between her motherly breasts. He quietly enjoyed her familiar smell of sanitized chemicals, lace and fur. He slumped limply against her, looking ready to fall asleep to the gentle and rhythmic stroking of his small cock between two delicate fingers. He quickly grew hard and started to leak across her black-painted fingernails.

“Almost there. That’s a good boy. You’re doing very good,” she said in her usual peaceful tone. Psych felt surprised he didn’t psychically blow something up with how his mind slipped away in her stroking embrace. He nuzzled against his sister’s chest until Shift pulled her dress down, letting her pale breasts bounce loose. Psych’s mouth immediately found one of her nipples and started to greedily nurse on her.

He felt calm but excited when her lips smacked softly against his neck, creating a dark circle right before her fangs slid into his relaxed neck muscles. He could barely feel it with all his numbing arousal, only certain what was happening by the rhythmic gulping sounding beside his ear. Her soft moans and sucking noises made it sound like an especially deep kiss, making his skin tingle between both sources of her exciting attention. Shift just responded by stroking subtly faster, but never fully leaving her calm and gentle pace.

With a short, shaky breath, Psych shivered and came over her fingers. She kept stroking slowly, simply giving a little curl of her fingers to rub his sticky mess over his pulsing cock. She parted her mouth from his neck, wetly smacking her lips. He glanced up at her to see a few specks of red over her pale tits, and she wiped her black lips of a few more smudges of his blood.

“There. Now we share blood like true siblings. How does that feel?” Shift asked calmly.

“Little fucked up,” Psych sighed. “But not the craziest thing going on around here.” He glanced over her specks of red. “I’ve seen guys get stabbed to death with a sword and it had less blood than that.”

“Funny, isn’t it?” Shift said as she adjusted. “All the nudity they want but spare the blood.”

“And did you see them calling the wine ‘Christmas Drink?’ The fuck’s up with that?” Psych snorted. “We had shots during the server crash, the dumbasses.”

The adoptive siblings spent the rest of the night sitting half naked together. Shift just nodded or chuckled as she let him ramble about their game or the ones on his phone, holding him in her lap as she quietly played with his hair. It was one of her favorite things to do, and only Psych knew her well enough to realize it.

“Tada!” Pocket Rocket stood on the bed as she pulled out a small box. It resembled one that a normal person might keep jewelry in. Shade took it carefully between a few fingers and opened it up. Inside was a narrow strap of silk with a thick metal ring attached to the front, small shiny stones around its length, and a QR code on the top of the case.

“I don’t…” she muttered in confusion.

“Oh! It’s a mod I found online. You scan in the code and it recognizes it whenever you or the player have it installed,” Pocket explained proudly. “It’s a pet collar.”

“Oh!” Shade said with a blush. Pocket giggled as she walked along the bed to at least come close to Shade’s height. “I um… it’s lovely.”

“I knew you’d love it,” Pocket laughed. “Your dumb ass doesn’t know what you like. I read your bio more than you did.” Shade focused on the bit of code and the choker vanished, reappearing around her throat. She swallowed hard, blushing as she enjoyed the way it felt around her neck.

“Is it permanent?”

“As long as you want it to be,” Pocket said with a shrug. “The players won’t see it unless they have the mod on themselves, so it’s not like everyone will notice but you, mean and the rest of them sluts.”

Pocket stuck out her tongue teasingly, just for it to lash out and loop inside her collar’s ring like a leash. She tugged it firmly and brought Shade to her knees, forcing her to look into her grinning face as she reeled her tongue back in.

“Just depends how often you wanna be my bitch.”

“Always,” Shade squeaked submissively, even as her broad and muscular shoulders hunched.

“That’s my good girl,” Pocket cooed, petting the woman over twice her size on the head. “You really like it?”

“Yes, Mistress Rocket,” Shade said breathlessly.

“Show me how much you like iiiiit,” Pocket teased. She really did adore her pet brute. She’d tamed her pretty quickly after their first hookup, and the uncertain Tank seemed to enjoy the structure compared to her old noncommittal lifestyle.

“I… I love it so much,” Shade panted as she unbuckled her chamo pants. She pulled them down and spread her muscled legs, making sure that Pocket could see her start to finger herself. Her other hand rubbed along her collar, showing the association between her gift and her arousal. When Pocket’s smile widened, Shade even pulled on the choker to make it press tighter around her neck, fingering herself a bit faster.

“That’s my good pet Tank,” Pocket cooed, bending over to let her green boobs bob around in their sports bra and pop out from her lab coat. “Who’s my good little puppy?”

“I am, mistress!” Shade gasped. She rubbed herself firmly enough to hear the wet squishing from her pussy. She brought her fingers up to her lips and sucked on her own humiliating juices before offering some to her mistress. Pocket gave a lazy flick of her long tongue across her fingers. With a quick and desperate thanks, Shade went back to rubbing herself.

“And who’s my stupid little DPS slut?” Pocket chimed as she hooked a finger inside the loop of the collar. She gave it a few light tugs, Shade’s head moving along by cooperation alone with the tiny creature.

“I’m your slut, mistress!” Shade whined. She arched her back, thrusting out her firm abs and toned pelvis. She ran her hand down her stomach muscles before pinching at her thick clit poking out between her pussy lips. “I love my mistress! I love to serve her! She’s so good to give me everything!”

“Eeeeverything?” Pocket purred. “Everything I give you?”

“Yes! Orders, insults, nicknames, toys, presents… more cum than I can count! I love it all, mistress!”

“That’s such a good girl,” Pocket praised, patting Shade’s cheeks with a few firm slaps. “Then you must love my big rocket too…”

“YES!” Shade gasped, her eyes going wide. Pocket cackled as she hopped off the bed and reached underneath it. She pulled out a cartoonishly large missile, almost as long as she was tall. She had jury rigged a few belts and straps onto it, allowing her to pull it around her juicy hips as a strapon. Shade peered at her from the corner of her eye, biting her lip and fingering herself a little more roughly.

“Good. Then bend over, bitch, so I can blow that ass up.”

With a hungry and submissive groan, Shade leaned over to rest her tits on the bed. She kept her fingers deep inside herself as she spread one of her meaty ass cheeks for her mistress. Pocket had to stand on her calf muscles to reach her, but she shoved the slick missile into her asshole with one firm thrust. She grinned down at her wailing mess of a lover, watching Shade’s fists clench and pull up large handfuls of the bedsheets. Her tiny body’s big hips were suspended off the ground as she leaned her hands on Shade’s broad back, bouncing in place to fuck her ass while she forced her to finger herself. Pocket slid her tongue down to scoop up a few sweet drops of cum now and then, but she enjoyed seeing Shade break from her presence alone and take care of herself.

Pocket finally grabbed and pulled back on the choker like a short set of reigns. Shade gave a choking gasp as she arched her back. With a few stifled gagging noises, her failed scream stuttered out her mouth as she squirted submissively through her fingers and onto the floor. Her eyes and mouth hung wide open, drooling pathetically over the bed until Pocket released her collar. Shade wheezed for air as she crumbled onto her the bed, her body quivering to wiggle Pocket around on her ass.

“Good girl! Now don’t forget to clean up, my stupid tanky slut.”

Shade gave a wordless groan as Pocket remained mounted inside her ass. Shade turned herself around and bent over towards the floor, lapping up her own cum like a thirsty puppy as Pocket watched her with wicked amusement.

“Thank you, mistress,” she mumbled around her cummy lips.

“Happy Mauglauck, cumslut,” Pocket chimed, leaning low enough to kiss her on the cheek and grope her breast while she was at it.

Patcher arched her back and gave a cry of delight. She swung her leg upward, letting Ghost Shot grab it and tilt it back higher. The blonde’s face broke into a stupid grin as she thrust her way back up into her lover’s arms.

“Again!” she pleaded giddily.

“You Healers are so damn needy,” Ghost chuckled. “One more time.”

She took Patcher by her lower back and dipped her again in time with the music. Patcher gave another giddy giggle as she was swept backward, her breasts almost bobbing out of her top as Ghost let her hang there a moment. Patcher swept her leg up again, letting Ghost hold it for balance. Their communicator played some pirated Christmas music in the background as they went on dancing.

“Where did you learn to dance anyway?” Patcher asked as she stood back up. “Cuz I learned to dance back at the clu-”

“No, I remember,” Ghost assured her. “They released a comic where I had to infiltrate a ball to catch Bitchbot. Next update, I wake up and I can ballroom dance.”

“Riiight. Where they tease the thing about Gladiator’s mom… whatever happened to her? She sounded nice.”

“Fuck if I know. They won’t even release Ballbuster and her trailer’s been out for months.”

Ghost gave Patcher a twirl and scooped her up into her arms, giving her a warm kiss on the lips. She sat back into an armchair they’d swiped from The Manor level, Ghost hugging her Healer into her lap.

“Well you’re a lot more agile than I remember you being. Do you remember when we first met?”

“OMG, stop,” Patcher giggled.

“You were buggy as hell and your animations looked ridiculous. The only thing they got right about you was the jiggle physics.”

Patcher beat her fists scoldingly on Ghost’s chest. She just laughed and squeezed her around the waist, kissing her again.

“I’d catch you back at the base when they were troubleshooting and you’d be trying too hard to be everyone’s friend. Running around tripping over yourself, grinding and sucking on everyone to get them to like you. And look how far you’ve come, you stripteasing little angel?” Ghost smiled as she rubbed her nose against hers. “Still perfect. Just no more crying to yourself in the corner when you forgot I had a sniper’s eyes.”

Patcher giggled and kissed her back, sliding her hands under Ghost’s shirt. She lifted it off her abs and started to slowly strip it off her.

“Only cuz, like, you’ve made me so super happy,” Patcher said with a wide grin. She slid her hands under Ghost’s shirt to cup her sports bra and jiggle her breasts around. Ghost laughed back and caught her wrists.

“Alright, what are you up to?” she asked. “Your bimbo ass can’t keep a secret for shit.”

“It’s just time for your present,” Patcher giggled, grinding her hips against her lover’s lap. Ghost hummed and cupped her juicy ass cheeks, flipping up her skirt and peeling down her cat-tailed thong. They helped strip each other down as Patcher lowered her head, planting her lips around her breast. With a soft moan and a hunrgy suck, Patcher drew most of her entire breast into her mouth while flicking at her nipple with her tongue. Ghost grunted deeply and squeezed her ass cheeks harder, giving her an encouraging spank to her jiggly booty.

Patcher gave each of her breasts a full suckling treatment before sliding down between Ghost’s knees. She tugged her pants down after her before burying her face between the sniper’s legs, kissing and licking softly as Ghost spread her thighs in welcome.

“That’s a good Healslut,” Ghost praised as she humped her lover’s face. “You get that clit, baby…”

Patch pursed her lips, nosily kissing and slurping at her pussy while sliding her tongue along Ghost Shot’s clit. She batted her big blue eyes up at her before slowly pulling herself back. Ghost squeezed her hand roughly in her hair, urging her to stay put but Patcher smiled.

“Just one more thing…” she assured her. Despite being topless, she reached into her cleavage and pulled out a QR code in her palm. “It’d normally get us banned if we used a bot, but since we’re not in a game…”

There were a few soft beeps as she focused on the mod. Three more Patchers appeared around the seated Ghost, giggling and fawning over her as they pressed their naked bodies up against her.

“Oh, this is fucking cheating alright,” Ghost mused as she stared at the sight. She gasped and started as one grabbed a stocking from a counter and tied it around her eyes. Ghost broke into a grin as she felt along the silky strip of fabric, just for two more of them to grab her hands. They led her over to the bed and sat her down before they piled on top of her. Two Patchers grabbed her by the breast, starting to suck and kiss around her areolas. Another lifted up her legs and started to eat her out and the fourth sat on her face, grinding and bouncing her ass over her lips. Ghost mumbled out a moan as she groped her cheeks and kissed at her girlfriend’s ass.

“Okay… which one of you’s the real one right now?” she asked between gasps and giggles.

“Not telliiiing!” one cooed from her chest.

“It’s like, totally a secret~!”

“Super secret!”

“Nuh uhhh.”

Dammit. They were all too brainless to tell apart. Ghost just sank back into the bed, letting her pile of thick girlfriends keep worshiping her body. She forced her facesitting one’s cheeks apart and buried her tongue in her ass as she humped the lower one’s face. Her muscled chest pulsed with her heavy breathing and the twins on her tits drooled all over them. The one kissing her achingly hard clit gestured to one of those on her breasts. They climbed down, letting the other handle both of Ghost’s tits. The two of them had the same idea as they kissed each other, noisily making out right against Ghost’s clit so she could feel their tongues rubbing over her slit.

The blindfolded sniper was soon breathing heavily, snatching both their heads between her legs as she grunted and squirted into their faces. They moaned and licked up all they could, just for the other two to join in. All of the Patchers dogpiled around her thighs and pussy, licking up all the cum they could as they jostled each other for position.

“Okay! Okay! Holy fuck,” Ghost gasped as she tried to close her legs. “Gimme a sec, you cum crazy sluts.”

“Outta my way,” one of the Patchers huffed.

“Leave her alone. She’s mine.”

“No she’s mine.”

“Don’t make me use the mod and get all you bitches kicked out!”

“No WAIT!”

Patcher grabbed the barcode and pouted at the others. There were a few beeps… and she vanished, deleting herself along with another pair of them. One of the others looked around and shook her head.

“Wow… is all of me that dumb?”

“No. But you’re all that sexy.” Ghost sat up and kissed her sticky-faced lover. “Merry Christmas, bae.”

“Merry Christmas,” Patcher sighed as she cuddled up to her naked lover. “I wish the holidays would never end…”

The women shivered as their skin tingled. The familiar sensation ran over them as Patcher looked over at their holographic calendar.

“Omg! It’s the Valentines Day event!” Patcher cheered.

“It is? Huh.” Ghost furrowed her brow at the same. With the holiday events drawing in as many players as they did, they always milked them to last as long as possible. “Wonder what they got planned for…”

“SUP, BITCHES!?” a new voice boomed from the meeting room. “Ballbuster in the house! Where ARE you fleshy pussies!?”

“Ah.”