[filling that request based on a comic, and taking a lot of liberty with in-game mechanics here for the sake of the story, obviously.] ---------------------------------- He had not seen his little flower for some time now, and it began to worry him, these unexplained absences and vague excuses, the coolness in her voice when he did manage to catch her on the other end of the phone line. The RED Spy may have deserved his reputation for breaking hearts, if not also stabbing said hearts, but he had nursed a very genuine, very deep affection for BLU Scout’s mother over these past several months. What started as an affair to get an edge over the opposing team had blossomed into something much more meaningful than he had ever hoped to experience in his lonely lifetime. To think that she may have lost interest in him was a cruel blow to his ego. The possibility that she could be seeing another man who was not him very nearly sent Spy one step closer to the insanity that seemed to have spread from Medic to everyone else on RED. But instead of fretting, although he did allow himself to fret a little, he vowed to get to the truth of the matter. He would not hurt this rival who had ensnared his beauty’s heart; well, nothing he wouldn’t eventually heal from. He would, however, indulge his curiosity, and find out for himself if this other man was worth the love and devotion of the woman he adored. If he was a good man, if he made her happy, if he deserved her, then he would leave them alone. That was the least he could do. If this man was not worthy, however, then heaven help him, because hell would not. It had taken some snooping around on BLU base, and very nearly getting caught by a diligently paranoid Soldier, but Spy managed to obtain fairly reliable proof that the object of his affections would not be home the weekend the enemy Scout wanted to come home, that she would be out of town instead. Obviously to meet her other secret lover. He had no qualms about investigating further, trying to bug the phone lines but getting only static, and finally he resorted to breaking and entering the humble Boston abode to riffle through the trash. A glance at the refrigerator revealed the location of the arranged meeting place: a hotel in Paris, the following weekend. The note even held the trace of a lipstick kiss; there was no mistaking what they intended. Shocked, RED Spy quickly noted down the hotel’s name, wondering what on earth she could be doing with another man in the very city where they had first made love. Rage, jealousy, the sorrow of being betrayed – all of these emotions coursed through him, but most of all the desire to kill. He held back the urge with some difficulty. The Siamese cat currently rubbing its chin across his pants leg had done nothing wrong, only this mystery man had, and even then, he probably did not deserve twenty-three stabs in the back. But Spy thought he should probably make sure… just in case. His flight arrived in Paris a day earlier than BLU Scout’s mother’s, and as soon as he could, Spy made his way to the hotel, noticing with bitterness that it stood literally across the street from the hotel he had chosen for their first romantic getaway. He did not bother with checking in at the front desk; he activated the cloaking device on his new-fangled Spytech watch and simply checked the registry while the girl’s attention was diverted. Spy went straight to the reserved room without ever being noticed, picked the lock and was in, all within the space of five minutes. Then he stumbled over an unexpected shopping bag set down in front of the kitchenette. Which could only mean the man must have arrived early as well. Swiftly, he turned all the locks on the door, not knowing when the stranger would return, but knowing his struggle to open the door would give Spy plenty of time to cloak, if need be. Unable to help himself, Spy glanced at the upset shopping bag, trying to discern what sort of man his rival might be. He knelt down on one knee, pulling out a bottle of champagne; a good vintage, to his disappointment. Peeking into the larger gift box, he discovered lingerie, made of sheer lace and black silk, tastefully covering only what needed to be covered, hinting at the rest. He nearly crowed in delight when he opened the last box, finding a small cornucopia of sex toys catering to both partners. A man of good taste, then, and considerable imagination and appetite in the area of sexual deviancy. He would almost admire the man, if he didn’t hate him so much. But, and this was key, he could still get a little revenge. He had just a vague idea of what he wanted to do when he got here, not like his usual careful self, but now that he had more information, a plan started to form in his brain. After all, he had always wanted to test out this new disguise kit, and by then, he had acquired plenty of photos to send in for reference. It was only a prototype, and already Spy could see its flaws. Still, it worked far better than the kit issued to him by RED. The paper mask was apparently mandatory, but Scout’s mother’s smiling visage stared back at him in the mirror, a perfect likeness down to the last freckle on the tip of her button nose. He ran his hands down his naked body, able to meet fleshy resistance where he ought, which was an improvement over the original version, although the effect unfortunately worked only in areas of immediate skin to skin contact. It would do, though. It would do. Hands almost trembling with anticipation, he donned the lingerie, taking a moment to admire his reflection, the way soft breasts were cupped by the lace, how the silk skimmed over wide, curved hips. Spy adjusted the mirror until it faced the bed, and then he retrieved the box of toys, smiling wickedly to himself as he took out the rubber facsimile of a sizable penis and a tube of lubricant. His lady had preferred the real thing herself, as of course she would, but in her body, he was eager to try something else, something dirty, that he had not had the chance to enjoy ever since he found her. He slicked up both the toy and his fingers and worked at himself patiently, the thrill of wearing a new disguise and the possibility of catching his rival conspiring to bring him to full arousal swifter than usual. Keeping his gaze fixed on his reflection, Spy watched avidly as he brought the rubber cock up between his spread legs, the hem of the chemise dragged up over the smooth pale belly to expose as much of that beautiful body to the mirror as possible. Then he pushed the toy in, groaning quietly at the sensation, struggling to take as much of it in as could. It took a few tries to find the ideal angle, but before long, he had built up a good pattern, panting and moaning in his woman’s voice as he pleasured himself in ways he had long abandoned and clearly still missed. Every so often, Spy craned his neck to watch himself, to observe the flush over her bouncing breasts, the ecstasy in the shape of her red lips, how gorgeous and undone she looked like this, but suddenly, he was coming, and for a few seconds he saw nothing but stars as he released hurriedly into the palm of his hand. Breathing deeply, Spy absent-mindedly licked at his fingers, mind still fuzzy from pleasure. He tossed the used toy onto the night table, and with some effort, got to his feet to clean up. It was at that moment he heard someone calling her name, and Spy froze mid-step, too stunned to even activate his watch. How had his rival managed to open the door without being heard? There was no way, not with all of the locks, even in the midst of orgasm, he would have… ---------------------------------- Spy opened the door to the bathroom, grinning in triumph. “I’ve found you, [i]ma bichette[/]!†“Y-you?! What the hell?! Is this some sort of joke?!†His little doe looked less than overjoyed, but he paid that no mind. “Why didn’t you tell me you were arriving early as well?†he asked, reaching for an embrace. She screeched and ducked away from him, and that was unusual enough to make him suspect something was wrong. Frowning, Spy looked her up and down, noting her tousled hair, the way the slip had slid off one shoulder, exposing one rounded breast, her red cheeks and glaring eyes, and the concern in him gave way to understanding. Obviously, she had missed him terribly and was in the middle of taking care of that when he interrupted, that explained her apparent irritation. He bowed and backed out of the bathroom, saying, “Excuse me for intruding, I shall wait outside while you… err… freshen up.†She practically slammed the door on his hand, but that feistiness was why he loved her, and endeavored to steal her from RED Spy.
aahh shit, knew I should have checked it one more time, obviously not betaed by the way.
lol, now we've got a strange sort of threesome
Interesting, I'd like to see more.
[Surprisingly this is not the dumbest and most impossible thing I’ve posted here.] ------------ RED Spy had the distinct displeasure of feeling trapped, by his hated counterpart no less, and he ground his teeth in frustration. His first instinct was to run away, open the bathroom window and sneak into the night, to return another day and kill his rival in love, who most definitely deserved death, in as many gruesome ways as possible, courtesy of Respawn. But he currently had nothing on his person except for his watch and disguise and some lacy lingerie, having left his weapons and suit (thankfully not in team colors) tucked neatly under the bed. He would hate to leave those behind to be discovered or even used against him. A moment of carelessness on his part had nearly ruined this mission, but like any good spy, he was determined to make the most of the cards he had been dealt. A poor hand, to be sure; even this improved disguise was not built to withstand close inspection, BLU Spy could not fail to eventually notice that his lady love was not as soft and small and womanly as she used to be. If he were to get to his revolver or knife, though, he would have to play along as best as he could until BLU Spy let his guard down, and strike him in his helplessness. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, RED Spy girded his disguise’s loins for battle. ------------------ “My sweet? Are you all right?†BLU Spy asked worriedly, when he heard nothing coming from the bathroom for some minutes. His lover opened the door, looking far more composed now, and still as enticingly beautiful as when he first spied upon her through a camera lens. “I’m feeling a lot better now that you’re here,†she answered with a flirty wink. “But I gotta warn you,†she continued sternly, “I think I’m coming down with a cold, so no kissing.†He laughed at her sweet concern. “Please, a little cold is nothing to me, nothing to my sorrow if I could not press my lips to yours just once before we part ways.†Putting her hands on her hips, she said sternly, “Honey, I’ve raised enough boys to know how a cold spreads, and you’ll not be getting it from me if I can help it. No kissing, that’s that.†But then her expression softened slightly, showing just a hint of mischievousness. “We can do other things, though. I know you had some ideas. Well, I’ve got a few of my own, too.†That piqued his interest. “Shall we?†His treasure smiled and gingerly slipped by him to stand by the bed. “No time like the present, I always say,†she replied with a titter, and the nervousness in the set of her shoulders intrigued him. They had been rather sedate in their previous lovemaking sessions, perhaps she did not feel quite ready to explore other options with him. He resolved he would take it slow, and delight and pleasure her in ways that RED Spy, that selfish fop, would never think of doing. “Now off with that fancy suit, mistah, slowly now. Like to see what I’m working with.†Smirking, he stripped for her, taking his time to undo his tie, unbutton his shirt, sliding his belt from its loops, then finally stepping out of his trousers wearing nothing but his mask and gloves and socks. “Everything off. Except the mask, of course.†Scout’s mother had been watching with an almost critical eye the whole time he was undressing, and he felt a flash of envy, as if he was being judged against another standard and was found lacking. That did nothing to lessen his arousal, though, and as soon as he dropped his gloves to the floor, he leaned in for a kiss, before remembering he was not allowed to, and slid his hands to her shoulders instead. With a little yelp of surprise, she reeled back from him, wide eyes flicking from his hand to her shoulder as if she had expected to dissolve in a splash of water from his touch. “Are you sure you’re fine? We don’t have to do this if you would rather… cuddle.†“Ah, no, no, I’m fine, I’m just… nerves. It was a... bumpy flight, a lot of turbulence. Really awful taxi driver.†She laughed again, her loud, unrestrained, almost manly laugh, which he had always found more charming, more genuine, than the girlish giggles. “No, but really… Let’s get started. And I’ll be doing the directing, okay?†She pointed to the bed with a queenly gesture, and he laid down on the covers obediently, eager to see what she had in mind for tonight. ------------------ RED Spy had no idea if his disguise would hold up to enemy contact, but apparently it did with nary a flicker. Unfortunately, he could not spare a moment to admire the advance in Australium-enhanced technology, not while he was too busy worrying about not making any move that could be construed as combat, that could drop his disguise. As if BLU Spy had anything like combat in mind. Very well, he thought, kneeling to the floor to retrieve his knife, he would oblige him… for the moment. “The box is up here,†BLU Spy said, interrupting his thoughts of bloody vengeance by peering over the edge of the bed at his lover. “Oh? Right.†He held back a scowl as he dropped his balisong back under the bedskirt and moved to get the box of sex toys from the dresser. Pawing through its contents, he decided to go for the cock ring and rubber penis facsimile combination. The less skin to skin contact the better, and he might as well perform a little torture while he was at it, see if BLU Spy would be foolish enough to reveal any useful information to his own Scout’s mother. Strange. He had been convinced BLU Spy preferred only men, that he was in a relationship with Sniper, either team’s Sniper at that, maybe even stringing along both, but perhaps that had been merely a cover for his true intention, which was apparently seducing RED Spy’s own lover. Again he found himself admiring his counterpart, for even he would not have planned such complex and layered deviousness. He glanced down at BLU Spy, who was eyeing the objects in his hands with an appreciative leer. Well, that was a yes if he ever saw one. Using the utmost care, RED Spy worked the half-hard erection to full arousal, tracing the underside of the other man’s cock with his fingertips, glad that the woman he was disguising as worked with her hands while raising her brood of rambunctious children. It was an impressive cock, he admitted, nearly on par with his own specimen, even if the rest of the BLU’s body bordered on pale and skinny and hairy compared to his bronzed Mediterranean sea god physique. With a bit of lubricant to help, he then slid the cock ring down over the head, rolling it down to a symphony of groans and gasps, until it fit snugly around the thick base. He himself had long ago left the carefree days of his youth to seek the love of one special woman, but even so, RED Spy was not one to turn down offering a perfectly good blowjob with such a tempting opportunity to show off presented in front of him. That was what he told himself, anyway. Angling her body so that there was no way his enemy could notice a stray brush of fabric or stubble where there should not be, he pressed his lips to the moist head, already flushed and leaking precum, teasing it with his tongue. The taste was this shy of bitter, salty, but he could imagine himself as Scout’s mother enjoying what he would have had to offer, and with a little more daring, he took more of the cock into his mouth, making hums in the back of his throat as he did so. After a few minutes of tormenting him with lips and tongue and teeth, he pulled back eventually to watch BLU Spy’s delicious reaction to his ministrations, the tautness in his lean body, how his toes dug into the sheets and his fingers clutched the pillows. “Talk to me, honey, tell me what you want, tell me how you want mama to fuck you.†“Please, ma chere, the other, please, please fuck me with that, fuck me hard,†he murmured brokenly, and RED Spy blinked in confusion, before remembering the rubber cock lying on the blanket. Still bemused, he slicked both it and BLU Spy up, rubbing his fingers deep into the cleft of his ass and then pushing through the tight opening. He dug around for a bit, and once he found the spot he was looking for, he pulled out to replace his fingers with the toy. Slowly, almost languidly at first, he moved the rubber cock in and out, being sure to hit his prostate as often as possible, increasing the strength and pace of his thrusts after a little while. BLU Spy had quite forgotten how to form words now, could only moan lustily, helplessly, unable to fully come like this. So much for getting him to talk, RED Spy thought almost regretfully, as he tried working the cock ring off using only his teeth, almost hoping he would accidentally nip him but remembering that might drop his disguise. He managed to get it off without incident, and he closed his lips down over BLU Spy’s cock just in time to swallow his long-held release. Reluctant to stop, he continued sucking and licking at his rival’s cock for some time after he had finished coming, wanting to milk as much out of this experience as he could, since he may never get the chance again. Finally, when he had recovered enough, BLU Spy struggled to a sitting position, one hand gently pushing him away. He glanced up at the other spy, smiling sheepishly while she licked his semen off her lips. “Sorry, I just haven’t seen you in so long.†Chuckling, BLU Spy said, “Well, we’ve been meeting every other weekend for a while now, but still, I imagine even that could be long enough to miss my cock.†RED Spy just barely bit back a cry of indignation. That often?! How long had he been cuckolded?! “Now, ma fleur, let me return the favor.†It was difficult to not shove him or punch him or kick him, but RED Spy mastered the urge. “No, no, I can take care of myself.†“Certainly, if that is what you want. But you will let me help, won’t you? Just a little?†“Oh… fine.†He was absolutely positive there was no way even Engineer and Medic’s combined dementia and intelligence could devise a way for his disguise kit to give him a vagina, but maybe if he could tell BLU Spy what to do… he could get away with it long enough to… Wait, what was he going to do again? Right, get his knife and kill the smarmy yet devilishly handsome bastard.
Ahhh! I was the Anon who requested this in the request thread, and all I can say is- I love it! I am so honored you decided to write it, and I truly love what you've done with it. I am waiting for an update with bated breath. Thank you so much, I love your writing style!
Uh, I'm not quite sure what just happened at the end of the first part. It's way too confusing with all the pronouns. I get spy is in disguise, but you refer to him as 'she' and then later as 'he' and then 'she' again and it's hard to discern who exactly is who at the end. Also i can't tell who exactly entered, from where. I thought Spy was in the living room? You also keep switching point of views, which is definitely not a good thing to do in such a short story, although I can't think of any other way to make things less confusing... This is just a really confusing read right now...
>>6 Thanks, I aim to please! Or at least what I think is pleasing, I hope it's okay, anyway, I am trying my best. >>7 Yeah, I agree with you that the very end of the first part is confusing, but I figured anyone reading this would have read the request that even suggested switching between different perspectives and at least glanced at the comic to see who is involved, and thus can understand what's going on, why I chose to write it the way I did, without too much help. Also, I used a series of hyphens to separate each point of view in the second part, and purposely started each paragraph with the name/title of the character from whose view we are seeing. So I welcome an example of a rewrite or other suggestions on how to improve the clarity, because I'm not sure exactly what else I can do to make it clearer, besides replacing each pronoun with "RED/BLU Spy" and that would just be obnoxious and clunky. I also have no idea about the living room, where in the story is this? Where did I mention a living room inside a hotel room? Did you mean inside Blu Scout's house?
Oh, I'm so looking forward another update. It's great!
This story is Soldier. It's crazy and out of control and it doesn't make any goddamned sense and it's beautiful and I love it and I want to take it to bed with me. Never stop.
[How BLU Spy could be dumb enough to not notice he’s fucking RED Spy in disguise as BLU Scout’s mom is beyond me, and I wrote a fic about BLU Spy getting stuck in an air duct while spying on his own team. FYI, this is the request (http://tf2chan.net/read.php?b=afanfic&t=7840&p=561) and comic (http://art.ngfiles.com/images/149/bobfleadip_counter-counter-espionage.jpg) I am using.] ------------------------------------ From where he lay on the bed, BLU Spy watched as BLU Scout’s mother browsed thoughtfully through the contents of the box. It had taken him a lot of effort to win her affections, for she had remained surprisingly loyal to her previous lover, convinced that he truly loved her, but patiently he would remind her of the company her son worked for, reminded her that he had taken the same contract, whereas RED Spy had not. Her concern for her son’s wellbeing soon accomplished what his previous attempts at seduction could not, and from there, it was easy to get into her bed and lay any remaining doubts to rest. He smiled when he saw her deliberate over a small object held between her fingers. “Now that one is just for you,†he whispered, taking it from her and turning it on. It hummed and buzzed slightly, and her eyes widened as he gently guided her onto her back. “Wh-where the hell is that thing going?!†she squeaked. “You’ll like it,†he assured her, trying to move the vibrator up between her legs, but she promptly clamped her thighs over his hand, preventing any progress with an almost iron grip. “Ah, trust me, my sweet, it won’t hurt.†Not as much as she was trying to hurt him, anyway. “I’ll be the judge of that.†She released his wrist just long enough to grab his hand and maneuver it into place. He let her use him as she wanted, happy to watch her, how she bit her lower lip stubbornly, trying to hold back breathless little whines as the two of them moved the vibrator against her soft and yielding flesh. Although, he had to admit, not as soft and yielding as he remembered. “Have you… been exercising?†“What?!†she snapped, stopping to glare at him. “What sort of question is that?†“I meant it as praise. You… feel different. In a good way, that is.†“Give me that!†His little cauliflower snatched the vibrator from him, making it clear his assistance was no longer desired, and he sighed. He will get his chance to fuck her properly soon, so in the meantime… ---------------------- That was too close, RED Spy thought. If the fool had fumbled around any further to the north, he would have surely felt something un-clitoris-like, and the game would have been lost. For now, he decided to pretend to bring her to orgasm with the vibrator, then maybe he would give BLU Spy another blowjob or two, or whatever it took to get him to fall asleep so he could kill him. He had been sliding the toy up to the base of his testicles and then back down for long enough now, it would be just about time to begin faking the moans mixed with curses that BLU Scout’s mother would make whenever he brought her to climax, when suddenly he felt pressure against his chest. His eyes snapped open, and he almost cried out in horror to see BLU Spy leaning over him, hands sliding the straps of the chemise down, before cupping and fondling one non-existent breast, nuzzling at the other exposed one with his nose. Time slowed down, and he could only watch helplessly as BLU Spy parted his lips to take one rosy nipple into his mouth, sucking at it with a blissful smile. At least in the mirror, the illusion was complete, but to RED Spy, glancing down at himself, it looked as if BLU Spy was mouthing at thin air, centimeters away from his skin, his tongue only occasionally brushing where his body truly was in space, fingers only sometimes managing to flick against his own nipple. Yet those brief moments of contact were enough to drive RED Spy wild, and his half-hard cock stiffened immediately when he sensed sharp teeth almost but not quite clamp down around his nipple. BLU Spy would definitely notice if he came now, and in his desperation, he shoved the other spy to the side, hard enough to knock him off the bed and onto the floor. Just one last brush of the vibrator against his erection, and he was lost, spurting hard into his cupped palm with a loud moan. But there was no time to enjoy the afterglow, he had to wipe his filthy hands against the sheet and adjust the chemise over his body before BLU Spy recovered from the blow to his head and rejoined him in bed. He could only hope his temporary lover did not notice the tang of freshly spilled semen in the air, or would attribute it to the scent of his own cum still lingering. “Did you like that, ma chere?†BLU Spy asked smugly, once he got up from the floor and replaced the fallen lamp back on the hotel’s bedside table. “Mm, yes, I sure did,†RED Spy replied in her voice. It wasn’t a lie, because he did enjoy it, although quite a bit more than he intended to. “Then you will like this even more.†“…What?†He had been saying that a lot this evening. Saints above, the man was going to try to fuck him. Her, that is. RED Spy tried to not grimace, but he could hardly keep his eyes away from the sight of the large straining cock in front of him, cock ring already in place, a condom being rolled down over the considerable length. Not just any type of rubber, but the kind that had all sorts of ribbing and textures formed in for an “exciting†sensation. “You will forget about him, once we are through,†BLU Spy breathed into her ear, kneeling onto the mattress, his hands already skating up her thighs. “I’ll make sure of it.†RED Spy could only groan and reach for a pillow. He was going to need it. So intent was BLU Spy on getting his chance to make wild and uninhibited love to his rival’s woman, he apparently did not care exactly where his penis was aiming for. Or if he did, he figured that RED Spy’s shuddering, shameless moan was encouragement enough to keep going. RED Spy was actually currently feeling grateful that he had lubricated himself previously while playing with the dildo earlier that evening, but even so, it still took his breath away to have so much cock up his ass. The stretch just to accommodate BLU Spy’s length toed the line between pleasure and pain, and when he finally pushed that last inch in, RED Spy had to bite down a cry of sheer bliss. ------------------------- “You… you’re so tight,†BLU Spy murmured, delighted to see the reaction he was getting. He began to move at a leisurely pace, working through the ache, rolling his hips between her spread thighs, watching her luscious body quiver and tense as he pulled his cock out nearly all the way, then pushed back in as slowly as he could tolerate. “Relax, mon ange,†he cooed, lifting her legs up over his shoulders, “relax, let me please you.†Indeed, she was so tight, clamping down like a vise around him, he could hardly believe it. But her expressions told him all he needed to know, and he began the minute adjustments, changing the angle, the speed of each thrust into her wet heat until she had to muffle her cries into a pillow. No matter, he thought, he will have her screaming his name out loud soon enough, and for a good long while afterwards. She would never think to call out for RED Spy ever again. --------------------------- RED Spy himself was being fucked into oblivion, writhing wildly as his counterpart pounded into him with equal parts tenderness and passion. Words of praise and encouragement fluttered down around him like flower petals, and he understood every single one, and that only made it harder to resist. He tried to roll onto his side, to better hide his returning erection, which instead prompted BLU Spy to pull out and start fucking him that way. As much as he hated to admit it, he knew that position would drive BLU Scout’s mother crazy, and he ground his teeth and pretended to climax again. And still BLU Spy did not relent, still he drove into her, until she was on hands and knees, caterwauling loud enough to wake up the neighbors. It was only by the strength of his will that he could prevent himself from coming from the overstimulation to his prostrate, but he held grimly onto the headboard, trying to think of sliding his butterfly knife into the bastard’s back, and not about how much he loved this. He had faked his third and fourth orgasm, ending the session by riding the other man, sliding up and down his cock, his hands at her waist, by the time BLU Spy slid himself out, panting and sweating from the exertion. The two of them slumped to the mattress, exhausted, happily so. RED Spy glanced over to discover, to his shock, that BLU Spy was still erect, his sheathed erection still stiff, still unflagging. What stamina, he thought numbly, almost enviously. Body moving of its own accord, he reached over to touch the painfully full cock, and BLU Spy stopped him with a gentle motion. “Non, not like that. Here, use this, ma petite,†he said, a little breathlessly, pushing yet another device into her hands. RED Spy stared at the contraption, the rubber, the leather and silk, then his face broke into a grin. “You dirty boy,†she purred. “All right, but I won’t go easy on you, you know.†“I can take it.†“Oh, you will...†she muttered, strapping the device onto herself.
Have you ever had anal and vaginal sex? Nothing alike, even with lube. But I guess you already stated how unbelievable the whole situation was. It's an ok read, but it could use a bit more fleshing out. No pun intended. I get that it feels great having anal sex, but what about it feels great?
I just love the comedy in this. Waiting for the next update.
[>>12 Yikes, I’d hate to see your critique for something I didn’t put a decent amount of effort into… HEYO. Will try to do better for next time. >>13 Humor is what I aim for, especially with a humorous situation, glad you found it humorous. Welp, here is the absolutely bonkers conclusion to the story, just wanted to say I do enjoy trying to fill these wacky requests to the best of my limited abilities, shine on, you crazy diamonds.] -------------------------------------- As soon as BLU Spy got to his knees, RED Spy pushed his head into a pillow, completely blinding him to the fact that his pretty little lady was undoing the straps of the device she had just put on for his benefit. Silently, he laid the unnecessary device aside and turned his attention back to his enemy. Might as well not waste this opportunity to literally fuck a BLU over, he thought. With the resourcefulness born of years of experience of getting out of tight spots and also getting into them, he managed to surreptitiously put another, less wildly textured condom onto himself and lubricate his throbbing erection thoroughly, all while keeping up a stream of fairly standard dirty talk in her Bostonian accent. Perhaps in any other situation, he might have been thinking arousing thoughts about the fine ass being presented in front of him, picturing himself plunging into it with heedless abandon and working them both up into a frenzy of passion, but actually at that exact moment, the only thing RED Spy could think about was how his counterpart could have ever survived any mission with such a lack of basic observation skills. Surely he would have noticed this was a real live penis ramming its way up his anus and not a fake rubber one, and yet BLU Spy did not make any indication that he felt something other than what he expected. Dreading the inevitable moment of discovery, still RED Spy could not stop himself from continuing with this insanity. He finally had the opportunity to exact the revenge he desired, so he could not possibly pull out now. No. He really could not. Not even if he wanted to. Neither of them lasted for more than a few minutes, not with the punishing pace RED Spy set from the beginning. Before long, he had BLU Spy sobbing out his release, moans half-muffled by the pillow, his body shuddering from the force of his climax. So captivated by the sight, it took RED Spy a moment to remember his predicament, and he pulled out quickly, rolling the spent condom off and tossing it into the wastebasket. He fumbled with the strap-on, attempting to at least prop it in the right location for a passing semblance of reality, but that seemed overly cautious, as BLU Spy was hardly in any position to be forming any coherent thoughts. After a while, BLU Spy dragged himself up onto his elbows, a totally blissed-out look on his face as he struggled to get condom and ring off. Watching him worriedly, RED Spy waited, muscles tensed for flight, but it seemed he was safe for now. “I’ll be right back, hon,†he murmured in her voice, and gave his lover a quick peck on the cheek. RED Spy then hoofed it to the bathroom, where he found a washcloth to wipe away at the most incriminating evidence of his masculinity, and proceeded to flush the toilet for an extra flourish of realism. Sauntering back to bed, he gave BLU Spy a fond smile, attempting a happy blush when he winked back at her. “That was… incredible,†BLU Spy told her. “You are a natural.†RED Spy froze as he was getting into bed. Shit. ---------- “I don’t know how you did it,†BLU Spy continued, “but I truly felt like I was getting fucked by… well, a French man!†She laughed uproariously at that, ending up snorting through her nose in her amusement. “Oh, you are impossible! A Frenchman, don’t be ridiculous! Now, put out that cigarette, or you’ll set us on fire.†“I am almost done,†he replied calmly, taking one last drag on his cigarette. At his side, she was snuggling into the sheets, yawning, and he watched her, immensely pleased with how things had turned out tonight. RED Spy would have never been able to do such things for her, he knew, and now that she had a taste of what he could offer, she would never think of going back to him. “What did you ever see in him?†he asked. “Hmm?†she mumbled sleepily. But of course, she would have forgotten about RED Spy by now. Just as planned. Smirking, BLU Spy reached over to turn off the light. “Bonne nuit, ma cherie.†------------------------------ In the pale light of the moon and stars and Parisian cityscape, RED Spy suppressed a little sob using the last bit of his strength, resisting the desire to call out for Medic. All of the strain and stress of the past hours finally caught up to him; his muscles ached and burned from being used in ways he had not planned for, his skin was starting to blister in areas not meant to blister, and he was quite certain he would not be able to walk properly for a week, thanks to BLU Spy’s enthusiasm. But he could not lie there feeling sorry for himself. There was still one last thing he needed to do. He was just about to do it when BLU Spy rolled over and slid his arms over his woman’s body, nuzzling into his disguise’s hair. One hairy leg was already making its way between his legs, and he felt lips brush gently at the fabric covering his throat. “That is a magnificent watch you are wearing, ma belle,†BLU Spy was breathing into his ear, right where the string attached to the paper mask. “Do you know, I have one just like it.†It took him a long, long time to smother BLU Spy with the pillow. He watched the corpse fade away, stared at the slight indention in the sheets where he had lain for several moments, wondering... BLU Scout’s mother never showed up to the hotel, as he expected. He even called her home to make sure; no one answered. He didn’t care now if she had been cheating on him with BLU Spy all this time, or if she never even saw him, he didn't care if BLU Spy had intended to see her or had intended to deceive him, none of that mattered anymore. His weekend off had come to a close; it was time to head back to the Badlands, to find the man who had tricked him into thinking he had tricked him after thinking he had been tricked, and kill him, kill him until he felt better. It might take a long, long time. No matter. They had the time.
I stick by my previous critiques. I'm still very confused about what's going on. I had to re-read it several times before I finally understood what was going on. By the way, you shouldn't feel hurt or upset by the critique. You should take it and make yourself better with it. Even though you got some pretty harsh but true critique, I still enjoyed reading it.
My three cents: 1) Pick a point of view and stick to it. Then give us a perspective switch later if that's what you want to do. 2) If BLU Spy not being cognizant to what's going on doesn't make sense to you, then change it! Have him catch on at some point and do some counter-counter-counter espionage. 3) Anal Sex Does Not Work That Way. So either make the other descriptors so hot we don't care, or give the proper anatomical details.
>>16 anal sex does not work what way? I read through the story and think I've quite well understand it all. Maybe except for the fact that BLU Spy didn't seem to know what was going on (for he always said after this Scout's Ma will never want to return to RED Spy) but at the end he did! And he had it all planned out. So he did not only decive the RED Spy but also the reader. All in all I enjoyed the story, but I'm still wondering what's going on with the real ScoutMa.
To those who wonder if the author has ever had a penis stuck into any orifice of their body, be it vagina or anus or even mouth or ear or eye socket, the answer is no, not in a consensual way or anywhere near the age of consent, anyway. I'll just leave it at that. As for it being confusing overall, upon re-reading, I see I could have handled the "reveal" better, had I been more clever and planned things out. The perspective changes I must stand by, I needed them for what I had in mind, but I shamefacedly admit everything else could have used more thought. Sorry if I sounded upset or hysterical or ungrateful, I didn't mean to. I know I should expect critique from the chan, and for that I'm grateful, I was just mad and frustrated at myself. My apologies, requester, I'm really really sorry, I did my best, even if it doesn't seem like it. Sorry. Again. Very sorry to everyone here. Won't happen again. Sorry.
Hey now, no need to shoot yourself in the foot. It wasn't a bad story, just needed some work. I only critique when I think there's something there to improve, and I can see that if you went back and fixed some things, you'd have a real gem here. Don't give up. Keep on writing. Please.