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Overvore Story Collection #2

By Trinity/UltimaSlash

Note: This is another set of vorish stories for Overwatch. For the original set of 8 stories consisting of Tracer, Mercy, Symmetra, Widowmaker, Mei, Zarya, D. Va, and Pharah's stories, go read the original Overvore Story Collection. Once Overwatch is done with adding characters, I'll compile all the stories into one neat package.

Ana's Accidental Sleep Dart:
Positioned at the Temple of Anubis, Ana kept an eye on her allies as they defended against those coming to get into the temple. “We cannot allow Anubis to fall into evil hands.”

Overhead Mercy and Pharah kept to the skies as they tried to stop the attacking forces. Reinhardt kept Ana shielded when they spotted Reaper marching up towards them. “I'll be your shield.” Reinhardt stood firm, “Get behind me.”

“Why would he be approaching us so causally though?” Ana readied her rifle when she heard, “GET READY FOR A SHOCK!!” Ana grimaced, “Oh no.”

The Riptire revved about and climbed the entrance arch of the temple. She kept Reaper at bay with her last rifle shot but she saw the Riptire jump after Mercy and Pharah. “I will keep you protected.”

With no time to reload, Ana fired a sleep dart to hopefully try and stop the Riptire. However, Reinhardt lobbed his Fire Strike at the Riptire first, destroying it. With the Riptire gone, Ana watched where the sleep dart was going. Pharah rocketed by as Mercy launched after her. The sleep dart had hit Mercy in the shoulder, causing her to fall asleep and drop to the ground.

“We have to save Mercy!” Reinhardt nodded, “Right away.”

Reinhardt charged right away, but his charge kept him speeding past. Ana ran after and readied her arms to catch Mercy. Mercy, however, dropped a lot faster than Ana anticipated. They collided, making Ana fall to the ground. Rubbing her head, Ana found something tickling the back of her throat. Ana tried to cough, but something clogged her throat... and mouth. She rubbed her throat, only to find a huge lump.

Ana looked down and saw Mercy's wings flapping about, barely out of her own mouth. Kicking her legs frantically, Mercy pushed to the ground and readied herself to launch away. She, however, lurched forward and shot further down Ana's mouth. With her feet wiggling on the outside, Mercy desperately tried to push out. With the sudden push in, though, Ana instinctively gulped.

A bulge traveled down Ana's throat as she searched her belly. “Oh no... Angela, dear. Can you hear me?”

“... Yes Ana. I can hear you. I'm not terribly shocked to find myself in here. A little shocked, but not very.”

“I take it you have been in this situation before.” Mercy sighed, “Yes. Not by a sleep dart before. I think you are aware of Tracer's... accidental fantastic journeys into stomachs. Both into mine and me into hers. Symmetra needed to fix some kinks in her teleporter too, among other incidents.”

Ana nodded as she rubbed her belly. “I see. Now how am I going to get you out of there?”

Mercy paused for a moment. “... Good question. Tracer could blink out... usually.” Ana asked, “Are you ok in there? I can't imagine it being very pleasant in there.”

Mercy nodded, with Ana seeing and feeling her head move within her stomach. “Oh, Angela, careful there. That tickles a bit... and feels a bit nice.”

Mercy blushed, though Ana didn't see. “O-Oh. Uh, well yes. My healing will heal me faster than your stomach acids can get at me.”

“... Mother!” Pharah floated down and nearly dropped her rocket in utter shock, “What happened?!”

Ana thought for a moment, “I didn't get pregnant, if that's what you're thinking.” Taking no heed to that, Pharah pressed her face to her mother's stomach. “Angela, are you ok?!”

“Fareeha, I'm ok. Cramped, hot, and wet, but I'm fine.”

Reinhardt marched back with Mei and Bastion in tow to help out. “Is our Mercy safe?”

Fidgeting within Ana, Mercy pushed out a bit out of Ana's stomach. “Relatively speaking.”

“... Then we shall protect the temple and you while we find a way to free you.”

Nudging at Ana's tummy, Mei curiously asked, “So what do we do then?” Ana drummed on her stomach. “Hmmm... Angela, I have a question. Can you still fly about in there? Try locking onto Fareeha from a distance.”

“... I'll try.”

Ana stood up with some difficulty with some distance between her and her daughter. Mercy pushed forward, launching Ana's belly and her forward towards Pharah. “Ah, just I thought.”

Pharah looked a bit disgusted still, “Ok, so she can fly- oh.”

Ana smirked, “Let's give those attackers something to witness.”

Reaper soon came walking back to find Reinhardt putting his shield up with Bastion and Mei behind him. “All too easy.”

“Justice rains from above!”

Glaring up, Reaper saw Pharah swooping down. But she didn't fire any rockets. She just shot back up as she barely nicked him. Reaper looked a tad confused, “What on earth? How-” Soon he saw Ana's big belly soaring at him. “You got to be kidding me...”

Ana rammed her gut right down onto Reaper, causing to cry out in pain. Mercy jostled all around in Ana's belly but she eventually got in position to fly after Pharah again. With Reaper in pain, Ana's stomach flew her back after Pharah.

“Isn't this great, dear?” Ana smiled at her daughter, “I can keep you extra safe while I protecting Angela. She even protects me too! URRP!! Oh my!”

“Mother, that's disgusting.”

“Hey, there's that Widowmaker trying to pick off Mei.”

She pointed out Widowmaker busy with her rifle. “Let's give her a surprise.”

“Copy that.”

Just as Widowmaker lined up her shot, Pharah soared right past her. “Mind the extra cushion.”

“Cushion?” Widowmaker looked confused when she turned around. She narrowed her eyes in fear when she saw Ana flying towards her with her mouth open.

With a quick chomp, Ana got Widowmaker's head and quickly gulped. Using gravity as she dropped, Ana slurped down her meal in one fluid gulp. “Mmmm... tasty!”

“I'm scared that you took pleasure in that that quickly,” Pharah shook her head.

Widowmaker found herself pinned to Mercy. “Oh. You must really like me, huh? Merci.”

Mercy smiled and waved. “That's right. That's me!”

“No, cherie. Merci... like thank you.”

“Oh. You're quite welcome... for what exactly?”

Widowmaker huffed, “Healing me as we're stuck in here.”

“I have a feeling it's going to be a while...”

The two felt tons of movement as Pharah and Ana soared the air. Ana patted her belly and focused her efforts on defending the temple.

Sombra's Accidental Translocator Trip:
Atop Lijang Tower, Sombra and Widowmaker had been planning on how to take over the tower. “You think this will work? I'll sneak up behind them. You stand in the open, aiming at their heads. I hack them, and then you pop their heads off.”

Widowmaker sighed, “Might, if you could hack multiple people at once from the beginning. I'm sure that fool with an arrow would be a nuisance.”

“Details. Ok, how about I distract them for a little and translocate out of there? You can deal with my attackers then, right?”

“That's more like it.” Widowmaker loaded up her gun, “Are you ready, Sombra?”

“Ready when Gabe is ready.” They looked out of their spawn point to find Reaper flying back into the spawn in pain. “Think he's ready?”

Groaning, Reaper remained laying down, “Does it look like I'm ready?”

“Don't worry Gabe. I got this covered,” Sombra winked and turned invisible. Widowmaker and Reaper watched her outline run out and went behind enemy fire. “The name is Reaper.”

Sombra threw her translocator up high for her easy escape as she fired her gun at Winston, Tracer, and Soldier 76. The translocator flew back down right at Symmetra's head as she prepared her sentry. She looked up and opened her mouth in shock, accidentally gulping it down.

“How unsightly.” Symmetra saw her team firing back at Sombra. Soon, Sombra translocated away somewhere else. Symmetra felt the rock feeling in her stomach when something kicked. Symmetra's belly bloomed out to the size of Sombra. “Oh no, not again...”

“What the...” Sombra kicked out at her stomach prison, “What on earth is this?! I didn't see this in any of my files!”

Gently rubbing where Sombra's head was, Symmetra sat down on her instant chair and let her stomach hang between her legs. “Not sure why your allies didn't tell you about our unfortunate... stomach adventures. URRRRRPPP!!! Oh how disgusting... Mmm, peppermint.”

“Aah! That is really gross!” Sombra kicked hard at Symmetra's stomach, but that didn't affect her all that much. “There is no need to fight. You can't escape out of there. So enjoy your time while it lasts.”

Sombra screamed, “What?! You can't be serious! Get me out of here!”

Tapping her chin, Symmetra suggested, “I can get you out of there faster than the slow digestion path. It may be a bit... explosive though.”

“... What are you implying?”

“Pharah, I could use your assistance.”

Sombra squirmed harder, “Oh no! Let me shove my translocator back up your throat. I'll call us even. Live and let live?”

Pharah flew in and stared at Symmetra's thrashing belly. “... Tracer again?”

“No, actually. This happens to be Sombra dwelling in my stomach.”

“... Ok. How can I assist?”

Pointing at Pharah's weapon, Symmetra told her, “We're going to make her stay shorter. Expect without a Riptire.”

“... Ah, I see what you're saying. Won't I get accidentally swallowed down as well?”

Symmetra shook her head. “I'll be in complete control. If you would please?” Symmetra rolled out her tongue for Pharah.

Gulping just a bit, Pharah looked inside and slid her arms and weapon in first. “I hope my trust is well founded.”

Sombra continued to fight her fleshy home as Pharah slunk down into Symmetra's throat. Sombra soon saw the end of a rocket launcher poke through Symmetra's stomach. “H-Hey, rocket girl. Can we talk about this?”

Pharah ignored her and fired three shots, causing lots of commotion in Symmetra's belly. She slid out of Symmetra's mouth and felt drenched, “Well, that's just... lovely.”

“Mmm... not bad, friend.” Pharah glared at her, “Don't even think about it. At least your breath smelt very clean. Mint?”

“Peppermint. UURRRPP!!”

Widowmaker and Reaper waited when Sombra came back into the spawn point. “What happened?”

“Translocator somehow got lodged down sentry girl's mouth. Don't ask more.”

“Ah, I see.”

Sombra smirked. “That does give me an idea though...”

Sometime later, Sombra tinkered with her translocator. She snickered as she ringed her fingers around it. She rolled out her tongue and gulped down a separate device. “Mmm! Dulce!”

A very small bulge poked out of her tummy as she patted it. “Let's put this to good use.”

Back at the tower, Sombra stalked D. Va and Mercy as they marched on towards the middle of the garden. She saw Widowmaker aiming at the mech, as she nodded at Sombra. Widowmaker shot and wrecked the mech, causing D. Va to eject. A stray rocket blew up next to D. Va, sending her to the wall.

“Hana! Are you ok, dear?” D. Va winced as Mercy wrapped an arm around her and tried to help her up. “Y-Yeah... I'm not a good loser.”

“That's the spirit!”

“Here, take this gift.” Sombra appeared right in front of them. D. Va was about to shoot her when Sombra handed her a translocator. “For you!”

Sombra ran off as she left D. Va and Mercy confused, “What was that about, Doc?”

“Turning over a new leaf?”

The two stared at the device when it emitted a quick sound. The device blinked and translocated the two away. Sombra grinned as she was sitting down. Soon her stomach expanded out fast as it became alive with Mercy and D. Va fighting within. “Oh my. This is quite fantastic. URRRRRPPPP!!!!”

“Uhhh, gross! Not again!” D. Va groaned and kicked out at Sombra's stomach.

“Hmm... here we go once more...” Mercy slowed her struggling down and just sighed as she stretched some slime with her fingers, “Might as well settle in. We'll be in here for a long time.”

Sombra patted her belly happily when she heard that, “Why's that?”

“I heal myself and Hana while in here. You aren't going anywhere without us inside you.”

“.... Oh. Hmm... can I hack my belly? Probably not a good idea. BRAAP!!”

“Stop that,” screamed D. Va.

Tracer and Pharah were standing behind Sombra as she enjoyed her meals. “We got a disturbance here.”

“I got an idea love. I blink in, get them out, and you rain your justice.” Pharah smirked. “Copy that.”

Emily's Accidental Belly Trips:
At King's Row, Emily waited patiently while she waited for Tracer to return in their apartment. Soon Tracer opened the door and blinked towards Emily. “Hiya!”

“Lena! For someone who is fast, you do take your jolly old time.” Tracer giggled, “Sorry, love. I got held up by that purple sniper I've told you about.”

“Persistent, isn't she?” Tracer rolled her eyes, “Oi, you wouldn't believe it. That, and everyone is getting eaten during missions, whether accidental or purposely... disturbingly.”

Emily frowned in disgust, “That sound horrifying.”

Tracer shrugged. “Eh. You get used to it. It's rather soft and warm in there. Mercy is just like a sauna.”

Emily could only stare with a confused look, “I think you're getting in stomachs just a bit too much.” Tracer thought to herself. “Oh... oh please help me.”

“Come here, you nut.” Emily laid out her arms while she laid out on the couch, with Tracer hopping onto Emily. The two giggled as Emily rubbed Tracer's back.

“Today was sooooooo long, honey. I really need this.”

Emily ran her finger up Tracer's tummy and onto Tracer's chronal accelerator. However, when she rested her hand on it, the accelerator hummed and blinked.

Tracer plopped on the couch confused. “Emily? Where'd you go??” She rolled on her back when her stomach grumbled. “E-Emily?”

Tracer's belly shot out to the shape of Emily. “Emily?!” Emily sat frozen for a moment before she thrashed inside Tracer's stomach. “What the hell?!”

Biting her lip, Tracer wrapped her legs and arms around her belly. “O-oh, love, please d-don't struggle like that. That feels too good...”

“Lena, I'm in your stomach! I'm not your food, so get me out of here! It's starting to burn!”

“Oh, sorry, sorry!” Tracer looked around for a phone, “I bet Mercy can help us with this!”

Mercy came flying through the door and put her Caduceus Staff to Tracer's stomach. “You're lucky that I'm here on a mission to stop those thieves from taking the queen's jewels again.”

“I'm sure they enjoyed your visit too, Angela.”

Mercy huffed, “Mei took some joy in freezing them... to their horror. They'll be given the authorities for sure. So what happened here?”

Emily struggled more, cause Tracer to moan, and shouted, “I touched her accelerator and somehow I blinked into her stomach!”

“... Huh. She accidentally blinked into my stomach plenty of times. As long as I'm here, you'll be perfectly fine.”

Emily huffed. “That's... good to know. Guess it's better to be inside my girlfriend than anyone else.”

“Lena, why don't you try and recall?”

“Good call!” Tracer disappeared for a bit and returned to the couch, still with Emily in her belly. “Bad call!”

Mercy pondered and rubbed Tracer's belly to keep Emily healed. “Hmm... we may have to go and see Winston again.”

“Aww, I don't want to trouble the big guy more!” Tracer pouted, “He does enough for me as it is.”

“Just do it for my sake!” Emily punched hard. “Ok, ok.”

Tracer got up, placing a hand on her accelerator. It hummed and blinked again, causing Tracer to disappear again. Mercy said, “Oh no, where did you go now?”

A second later, Emily now appeared, all wet and slimy. “Oh! I'm free and standing. That was... gross.” Emily's stomach then shot out with Tracer hanging off of it. “Oh no!”

Mercy sighed, “Ah, well at least we're in familiar territory now. Just wait a moment and she can blink right out.”

Tracer nestled in Emily's stomach. “Right! Though I may want to wait a while... Emily, you're gut is just so comfy!”

“Dear... you're just weird.” Emily shook her head and rubbed Tracer's head, “That's why I love you.”

“Mercy love. Could you wait a while?”

Mercy stared at Emily's softly shuffling stomach. “... Very well. I'll stay just a little while. You better blink out of there though.” She huffed and plopped down on the couch next to Emily. She cradled Emily's belly as she too moaned just a bit.