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"The skies are clear!"

"Yes, we make a great team, you and I!"

"Couldn't have done it without you."

Both of them finally finished posing for photos, saluting the small crowd of photographers and stepping out into the crowds.

"Mission complete! I think we've earned a break, Angela... We ought to debrief back at 'base', also known as our hotel room."

"Wonderful idea, Pharah. I couldn't agree more."

She smiled and winked, sending an uncanny shiver down Fareeha's spine. An innocent acknowledgement between the two heroes on the surface, but the look she gave her went deeper...

But the crowd waits for no cosplayer. Through the throng they weaved, joining the stream of folks making their way out of the building. With the sun approaching the horizon, they could both do with pizza and rest. That many hours on their feet, posing and showing off, surely must've burnt the calories of at least one fast-food binge.

"Agh, finally... Thank god this stuff isn't as heavy as it looks. Nice and easy to take off, but still, so many pieces."

"I'm very satisfied with your work in the field, Pharah. But don't forget to maintain a disciplined mind, even during downtime... And, of course, take care of your equipment. Do not just leave it lying around."

"Ah, that's so much better." And there she was: Fareeha in nothing but a sports bra and shorts, black hair in need of a comb, coffee-tan skin rippling as she stretched. "C'mon, you must be desperate to get out of your uniform too..."

"Well. We do have some time to recuperate... I suppose. If you wouldn't mind unzipping me?"

"Alright, alright... Fffuhh..."

Lumbering back onto her feet, Fareeha begrudgingly shuffled over to help her undress. Off came her prop wings, and her angel-esque tunic came unzipped down to the waist. There was another zipper beneath, on her skin: a subtle pinkish seam hidden between her shoulder blades... The choice to pull that down apparently rested in Fareeha's hands.

After only a moment of hesistation, she simply continued tending to her partner. Shoes slipped off, leggings neatly folded over a chair, and suddenly Angela stood beside her in a similar state of undress. Remarkably, her zipper wasn't the one adorned with a nice little padlock...

"Ah. Thank you." She absentmindedly touched the back of her neck, the little lump where a silvery tab was nestled. Seems like that'll stay there for a while longer. The mostly-naked medic turned, laid her hands on Fareeha's shoulders and gave her a sneaky kiss on the cheek. "Mmm..."

The squeak of rubber against rubber is unmistakable, and she smirks at the suddenly-flustered girl in her arms.

"Ah!... Y-you're welcome... Angela..."

"Yes, you've done very well today. In the field, you're the Lieutenant and I'm your medical officer... but here, I have you allllll to myself... Mmmmhm."

There it was again - that look, those gold-tinged irises reaching inside. Fareeha could do nothing but shiver in her arms.

"Sit."

"O-okay." She capitulates eagerly, settling on top of the covers.

"Open your mouth."

With a breath, and a lick of her rubber-covered lips, Fareeha obliges and allows her to place the ball-gag inside. Angela loops the strap around her head and buckles it just tightly enough.

"Good girl. You have spent the day talking, but now you may have a rest. Now, I will be giving you a thorough medical examination."

It would have been cliché, if it weren't for her unshaking gaze.

"Mmmh." She can do nothing but accept, shuffling backwards and laying herself flat on the sheets.

"Alright. Let's get those clothes off..."

"Mm?"

"Yes, all of it. I will need to examine all of you, after all. And you are a sight I do quite enjoy seeing."

"... Mmmh..."

Slowly she obeys, pulling her underwear off beneath that unwavering gaze. Leaving her supple, athletic body bare.

"Good. Now, lie back and relax."

"Mmm..."

"And no talking. You must be hoarse from today's mission, and I won't have you complaining of a sore throat tomorrow. Understand?"

She simply nods in response this time.

"Alright then. Remember to hum the first few bars of 'Plug in Baby' if you're uncomfortable. Now, stay nice and still for me..."

Angela crawls onto the bed and gets to work, her slender hands methodically exploring the girl's body piece-by-piece.

"Mm, your Gluteus Maximus is a little tense. The rest of your thigh, too... not to mention all the pressure you must've had on your shoulders. Tsk tsk, you ought to stretch before we set out for the day. Hmmm...."

Beneath Angela's lacy panties, a bulge visibly distended her pale skin. Fareeha's eyes scan from her determined expression to her crotch, a ripple of anticipation spreading across the girl's exposed body.

"I have some treatments that will help you... relax. You will feel much better by the time I'm done with you, don't you worry."

Click. A remote. One that Mercy had been toying with almost all day, watching her partner flinch every time. Never turned up high enough to make a noise, but enough for her to turn and silently object to the buzzing buried in her crotch.

"MmmmMHH!"

But there was no relief this time. She cranked it up, casually tossing the device to one side and advancing. Caressing the girl's soft cleavage, watching her hands clench the bedsheets as she bucked. Each slender hand possessively canvassing her naked body... or at least, the layer of squeaky material her real naked body was trapped within.

One of those intrepid hands makes its way down the girl's navel, teasing and testing. The other tends to herself, to the slit obscured by lace - from which she digs out a very real, fleshy erection already approaching full strength. It pops forth, gratefully freed from its rubber prison.

"Mmmmmmmmm....!"

"Yes... This has been waiting for you all day." Smirking, she fondles her way to finding her helpless partner's own entrance, feeling the wetness even from a cursory exploration. The muffled grunts and moans came to a glorious peak as she slowly made her way inside, thick and veiny, sliding through moist rubbery layers.

"Ohhh, yes! Mmf!" Her eyes never leave Fareeha's, her determined smile towering over the girl's moans and squeaks.

"...the Doctor is in..."

"... Pffffhdhfhfhf...."

"...What?"

Fareeha can't help but convulse into giggles, the cheesy medical play finally getting the better of her - in spite of the barrage of stimulation.

"Oh, you dolt. Aheh. Well, you're gonna pay for that..."

---

"... Wow."

"Phew."

"That was...."

"Yeah, I know."

The two of them lay in a pile, sweaty and rubbery and exhausted twice over.

"T-thank you..." Fareeha's eyes closed, a drowsy smile spreading. "I'm so glad I agreed to this trip now..."

Angela reached up, fumbling behind her patient's neck for a moment before finding what she was looking for. With a turn of the key and a tug of the mask, she began to pull off Pharah's exhausted visage, to reveal a much paler, nerdier girl beneath.

"There you are. Yes, I wasn't sure at first... but you've done a hell of a job."

Her turn. Mercy meets the same fate, those fingers finding the tab, the seams, the edges where rubber lay lightly glued to flesh. With a grunt, her lips kissed a little farewell to their wearer as he brushed the sweat from his brow.

"Ahhh. It is so hot in these things. But worth... So, you enjoyed yourself?"

"Absolutely. I never had the confidence to cosplay like this before, but now... It's like really being her, like, really having that confidence? Like... agh, yeah!"

"And it's great to see ya flex your assertive muscle once in a while, y'know? When you bossed me around, whoo, that really was... exciting. Just made me all the more eager..."

The two of them lay entwined, masks discarded. He looked a little stranger than she did, a stubbly beard and bristly hair sat atop Mercy's soft, pale form. The contrast was for his girlfriend's eyes only, who was simply delighted to shuffle forward and deliver a grateful kiss.

"Mmf. Thank you. Yeah... I'm glad you, uhm, examined me so thoroughly. Doctor Ziegler. Hehe."

"Of course, Fareeha. Nothing but the best for you."

With their arms wrapped snugly around each other, they lay entwined for a good while... at least until the afterglow of their raunchy antics gave way to serious, unanswered hunger.

"Mmh. Pizza?"

"Oh, hell yes. Doctor's orders."