Hana "D.Va" Song and a Werewolf

"Treat or treat!"

As soon as the door she had knocked upon opened, D.Va shoved forward a jack-o-lantern-shaped bag. And there, framed in the doorframe with the bright light of the foyer pushing out against the inky black night, a disbelieving face looked back at her. His eyes dropped down to the visitor's atypical costume. Instead of the usual superhero or slasher villain that were popular that year, the young girl wore a custom-made gothic dress of black and purple, with a large bow on her chest and a perky pair of cat ears upon her blonde head. The most important criteria for the holiday tradition checked out, yet he was still hesitant to reach for the bowl of candy at his side. "Uhh… Aren't you a little old to be trick or treating?"

"Old?!" D.Va glared at him yet didn't budge her outstretched arms. "I'm only 19! And if next year is finally going to be the year where I'm too old to participate in my favorite holiday, then you bet your ass I'm going to be out tonight making the most of it!"

The skeptical crease on the homeowner's brow only deepened as he stood there for several long seconds, weighing her words. But in the end he knew there's be no point in challenging her on the matter over a bite-sized morsel. "Oh fine, whatever." He grabbed a wrapped treat from his stash and tossed it into her bag.

Having secured her victory, D.Va beamed with joy. "Thanks!" she said before turning her back on the closing door and skipping merrily back to the sidewalk. That wasn't the first time someone had challenged her right to participate that night, and it certainly wouldn't be the last, but absolutely nothing was going to stop D.Va from enjoying Halloween night. She had spent nearly an entire year designing and putting together her black cat costume, and it had paid off in spades thus far. As she walked among the other disguised trick-or-treaters, many a head turned to look in awe upon the detailed craftsmanship of her outfit in comparison to their last-minute ghost sheet. There were even a few adolescent boys who whistled after her, admiring the girl's long, stocking-clad legs. All the attention kept a constant smile on D.Va's face, and the ever-increasing load of her bag as the night went on certainly kept her mood elevated as well.

The night proceeded as well as could be expected, aided by the full moon hanging in the night sky. Its overwhelming luminescence acted as a sort of guide for the spooky merrymakers. Yet as the hours passed and D.Va meticulously went door-to-door until every house in the quiet suburb had been checked off her list, the crowds of laughing children and their chaperoning adults eventually thinned. Even the porch lights on the homes had started to click off, which unfortunately narrowed down her opportunities for caramel and sugar-coated spoils. Though her bag was already near to bursting, D.Va didn't care; she'd cram it to the breaking point if need be.

While D.Va was busy scanning for another residence to hit, she neglected to notice a pack of youngsters running up from behind until they nearly toppled her over in their stampede. "Hey, watch it!" she shouted, barely grabbing her candy bag in time to prevent it from smashing into the ground.

Yet none of the kids – who didn't appear to be any older than twelve – paid her any mind. "Hurry!" cried the one at the lead in a panicked, squeaky voice. "It's almost midnight! That's when the monsters come out!"

They were already well out of earshot by the time D.Va regained her footing and double-checked her skirt for any damage. "Monsters? Bah, stupid kids." She remembered being their age, and it made her cringe internally to think of how gullible and superstitious she once was. In fact, she had once been so scared of the dark that she refused to participate in the trick-or-treat tradition until the age of 15, and thus why she desperately yearned to make up for lost time in the present. But enlisting in the MEKA program and fighting omnics had forced her to grow up quickly, and now she scoffed at the mere idea of things that go bump in the night. All those years spent as a coward, running from shadows like those kids… D.Va rolled her eyes.

However, she couldn't deny they were at least right about it being time to head home. The streets were almost entirely bare, the only people left being miscreant teens with rolls of toilet paper and ill intentions. With a forlorn sigh, D.Va finally conceded defeat and turned back the way she came. Though it wasn't a total disappointment. An idea popped into D.Va's head that maybe if she returned Overwatch headquarters fast enough, she might be able to catch Mercy and the others before they went to bed. And everyone knew the only thing better that getting candy was sharing it.

D.Va took off at a brisk pace, and it's precisely because of her rush that she chose to take a quick shortcut through a wooded area. Since the neighborhood was still under development, there was a large forest that had yet to be cleared on the outskirts. A few years earlier and a more nervous D.Va would have had second thoughts about wandering through such a spooky place, but grown-up D.Va feared nothing. 'Superstitious nonsense,' she told herself as she passed the tree line and entered the thicket of dense foliage. Perhaps if D.Va had paid more attention and noticed the glowing pairs of eyes following her in the dark, she wouldn't have dismissed such deeply ingrained instincts so easily. Humans were meant to be cautious of the dark and the entities that dwelled within it.

But perhaps it was the powerful moonlight that gave D.Va such confidence to press deeper into the forest until it was too late to turn back. Only then, when escape on foot was near impossible, did her stalkers finally make themselves known. It began with a chilling howl that made the hairs on D.Va's neck stand up from its intensity and – more worryingly – its proximity. Her first thought turned to wolves, and that seemed perfectly logical. In her haste to disprove the supernatural, D.Va had completely forgotten about the very real and very dangerous animals that hunted in the wild. She suddenly sprinted forward, desperate to make it back to civilization as fast as possible, until she heard a second howl directly in front of her. D.Va couldn't see where exactly, but it was close enough to make her stop and panic. She couldn't go back, couldn't go forward, and there was no telling where any other direction would take her. But it was better than sticking around to get eaten.

D.Va didn't wait for fate to decide for her. Her feet took her to the left, running through low-hanging branches that whipped against her face. She heard rustling behind her and the unmistakable sound of four distinct feet beating against the ground. And as those long seconds ticked by, they were steadily closing the distance between them. D.Va could hear her heart beating in her chest above the wind rushing past her ears, and her legs were starting to burn. 'Why the fuck did I skip boot camp?!' she thought frantically. But it was no time for regrets. Instead, D.Va was getting ready to say her final prayers when suddenly she slammed face-first into a wall. A tall, broad, and furry wall.

Her butt hit the ground, scattering leaves everywhere, and at the same time she heard her pursuer stop right behind her. A classic flanking maneuver, one she had done plenty of times with her own team against the omnics. Didn't feel so good to be on the receiving end. And yet there wasn't the gnashing of teeth she had thought would bring an end her life. Slowly, D.Va's gaze trailed upward to behold that which had caught her, and she couldn't believe her eyes. 'No way… That's a goddamn werewolf!'

Of course D.Va had never seen one in the flesh, but she had seen plenty of old movies and spent hours in World of Warcraft 2 to know what one looked like. It stood on two legs like a man yet had the head of a beast with an elongated snout and rows of wicked, gleaming teeth. Pitch black fur covered every inch of its body, and hanging off its torso were the shredded remains of a green t-shirt. D.Va then whipped her head around just in time to watch the second werewolf rise up from all fours and tower over her. Even if she were on her feet, both of them would easily surpass her own height by at least three feet. The sheer size different between her and them washed over D.Va as obviously as their rank, dog-like stench. "Uhh… n-nice boys? Good boys?" she said with a shaky voice. But when D.Va placed a hand on the ground to pick herself back up, the werewolves snarled. She took the hint and immediately froze.

Once she was still, the beastmen lowered their heads and sniffed around D.Va cautiously, almost as if they had completely forgot why they even chased her down. Yet as soon as D.Va's flowery perfume mixed with her feminine pheromones hit their keen noses, they threw their heads back and howled again to the full moon. A chill ran down D.Va's spine and she was just about to jump to her feet and make a run for it when their clawed hands seized her by the shoulders.

They lifted her up like she weighed nothing, and it was obvious even with all the shaggy fur concealing their muscles that they possessed far more strength than D.Va. She felt like a paper doll in their grasp. Yet even then they did not turn vicious. Instead, they studied the small prize in their grasp, sniffing her neck and chest. The werewolf in front even extended its long tongue and slathered her face with thick, putrid saliva. "Gross!" whined D.Va. She squirmed uncomfortably as they explored and felt her up. The young girl was still too terrified to realize what they were doing until one finally stuck his snout underneath her skirt and presses the nose up against her panty-covered pussy. Then he quickly pulled back, howled once more, and use his razor-sharp claws to rend her costume straight down the middle.

A chilly breeze blew across D.Va's sensitive nipples as soon as they were exposed, and the pert nubs instantly stiffened. Before she even had time to process what had happened, the second werewolf did the same with her frilly skirt. The black cat costume, which she had spent so much time putting together, now hung off her body as shredded ribbons, leaving exposed the delicate pale skin underneath. D.Va may have been terrified for her life, but she wasn't going to go out with her dignity stripped away. "You ugly mutts! Stop that!"

They growled, more at her tone of voice than any understanding of her words, but D.Va refused to relent. The initial fright had passed, and now she was fighting for her freedom. If they were going to eat her, they would have done so already, and D.Va didn't plan to stick around long enough to discover their true intentions. But she wouldn't have to wait long. Having determined the prey suitable for their purposes, the werewolves shuffled closer together and pinned D.Va between their hard bodies. She groaned as one of them licked her again, but this time his wet tongue lapped at her perky breasts. And then she felt, but could not see, another transformation happening down below. D.Va didn't notice at first, far too distracted with the werewolf taking liberties with her chest, but soon the oppressive hardness pressing upon her from below was too obvious to ignore. "No way!" she cried. "That can't be…"

But any doubts were instantly dispelled when the werewolf behind her thrust forward and wedged his tapered tip against her covered folds. The fabric of her panties strained to keep him at bay, but with a stubborn growl he pushed harder. D.Va whimpered as she heard the unmistakable sound of her panties ripping apart, but it was nothing compared to the sensation of them finally giving away and allowing nearly a foot of monster cock to accelerate into her pussy. The tranquility of the forest was disturbed by an ear-piercing scream, but it did not faze the werewolves one bit. Behind her, D.Va could hear the beast panting like a dog as it stilled for a moment to enjoy the clenching tightness of a claimed bitch. The naked teen offered only a weak moan when the werewolf started to thrust away and her ruination began in earnest. After all, they were a pack of only two, and it was time to increase their numbers.

D.Va was so cockshocked by the sheer amount of throbbing meat filling her channel that she didn't even notice the werewolf's claws switching from her shoulders down to her waist. But she most certainly noticed when it began to pump her up and down the full length like a kitty cat cocksleeve. Rapid, squeaky gasps burst from D.Va's throat each time she was jammed down and filled to the brim. There was simply too much cock for her to handle, and D.Va could literally feel her poor pussy stretching to accommodate him. In fact, the werewolf's shaft was so long, so massive that it felt like the tip was stabbing upward into her ribcage. It took several more pumping thrusts for her to understand why. 'That's my womb!' realized D.Va. 'He's hitting my womb!' A feeble gurgle dribbled from D.Va's lips at such a bawdry epiphany.

Not to be forgotten, the second werewolf in front of D.Va seized hold of her blonde twin tails and yanked her downward. A yelp issued forth as she was forced to bend at the waist, still impaled upon the bestial cock behind her. D.Va then came face-to-face with another bright red member, throbbing with urgent desire, as it slide across her cheek and smeared precum from chin to ear. The poor girl sputtered as a taste of it got into her mouth, and thus she was caught completely off-guard when the werewolf pulled back her head for another attempt and successfully drove her open mouth upon his dick. D.Va's pretty head, still topped by a pair of cat ears, was forced to bob up and down along the prodigious length. With nowhere else to go, the tip plunged straight down her throat from the onset and forced black, mascara-heavy tears to stream down her face.

Once they had their struggling mate fully secured upon their members, the werewolves truly began to ravage her. They jerked D.Va back and forth between them, using her body in a perverse game of tug of war. When one would yank her forward and fully impale her upon his cock, the werewolf on the other end would withdraw just enough to leave only the tip nestled within her warmth, and then she would be pulled back. Over and over they used her like this, keeping her heaving body parallel to the ground, arms and legs hanging limply. And the whole time, she was ever-aware of their smooth, bulbous knots bashing against her lips. D.Va went cross-eyed trying to focus on and track the one repeatedly smacking against her face, seeking forced entry into her mouth. It was insistent and matched the ferocity of the one pounding upon her folds from the back, and she knew it was only a matter of time until they finally wedged inside and locked their monstrous cocks inside her holes.

D.Va could no longer fight back. Not only was escape futile, but she was too busy struggling to reconcile the building pleasure buzzing at the edge of her scrambled mind to formulate any sort of plan. Arousal was gushing around the werewolf resizing her cunt, making each follow-up thrust easier for him. And she was now drooling heavily, tongue wiggling with a mind of its own against the canine dick that stretch her jaw to its limit, as though it were the most delicious treat she had ever tasted. Out the corner of her eye, even amidst the furious spitroasting, D.Va managed to catch a glimpse of her discarded candy bag, lying crumpled on the ground with the sweet and chocolaty spoils of the night trampled underneath furry feet. But rather than dwell on it for long, a more pressing matter quickly demanded her attention.

With a victorious howl, the werewolf thrust forward with a vicious swiftness and popped his fat, veiny bulb past the poor girl's stretched pussy lips. Forced to make even more space for the massive red shaft plus its knot, D.Va's womb space was crushed up against her ovaries, utterly smothering them. And then he began to fill her. Great spouts of thick, syrupy cum blasted forth from the tip and drained straight into her babymaker, filling it up like a balloon and placing even more pressure upon her squished ovaries. D.Va's tight, slender body wasn't built to handle such ungodly amounts of cockmeat, and her mind certainly was not equipped to hold out against such oppressive dominance. Both brown eyes rolled upward in mute surrender, and so D.Va did the only thing left to do in such a situation: she came wretchedly, gurgling loudly around the second cock buried down her throat.

Her lithe body – still held up in the air with tatters of the ruined black cat costume hanging off it – shuddered violently with pleasure. She had been taken, claimed, and made into a pack bitch. D.Va never knew such wild, vigorous rutting was possible, but luckily her fertile body knew exactly how to respond. Overwhelmed by such raw, masculine virility, D.Va began to ovulate on the spot. Fertile eggs drop down into the waiting sperm bath where they were immediately engulfed and coated in the chalky white goo. As her pussy spasmed out of control in orgasmic ecstasy, the cum-stuffed teen came again and again, ejecting more ripe ovum to be inseminated by werewolf spunk. They had only one singular purpose – to breed her – and in her cum-drunk state D.Va was more than happy to oblige them. Her lips curled around werewolf dick in the form of a fucked-silly smile as she was inseminated. Locked in by the knot and with nowhere else to go, the genetic sludge pushed out against D.Va's flat tummy and gave her the appearance of an early-term pregnancy. Yet she could not see it with her eyes still locked to the top of her head.

A few seconds later and a viscous torrent of spunk poured down her throat to fill her belly as thoroughly as her womb had become, but by then D.Va was too far gone to mind. The thirsty teen gulped wholly on instinct, her lips clamping down to prevent any of the salty concoction from escaping as if the knot hadn't already guaranteed that every last drop would be swallowed. Filled at both ends by pulsating cocks, D.Va moaned happily as the flood of cum gradually tapered down into a stream, allowing her to truly savor the sensation of being their cumdump. And for their part, the werewolves panted from exertion but also the satisfaction of fulfilling their primal imperative. Yet they could do nothing but hold D.Va in-place for the next few minutes while their knots slowly deflated and softened enough for them to move.

They did not mind one bit that their broken toy, still deliriously high on pleasure, wiggled against them with an insatiable eagerness. D.Va was still sucking on the werewolf's dick like a lollipop, trying to extract one last creamy treat, when he finally pulled himself from her mouth. Long, drooping strands of spit and cum connected his crimson shaft with her lips and loosely hanging tongue. And when the one in her pussy finally popped free and left her poor hole gaping beyond repair, the lusty teen whined like a naughty brat at his absence. And so, with their new breeding bitch now docile and tamed, the werewolves saw no reason to continue their midnight rutting out in the open. For her part, D.Va merely giggled mindlessly as she was thrown over a shoulder and carried off to their den, leaving behind a scattered bag of confections now that she had something far more delicious to satisfy her sweet tooth.

***

A sharp pain shooting down her body welcomed D.Va back to the waking world even before she opened her eyes. With a dry groan, the groggy teen rolled over, only to realize she was lying upon smooth, slightly damp stone. As consciousness slowly returned, so too did her memory. Flashes of what transpired the night before – cocks, fur, cum, and so much pleasure – filled her head until finally D.Va willed her eyes to open. Rock surrounded her on all sides except from one opening where daylight shone through. It was a cave.

"Talk about a one-night stand…" she wheezed. D.Va had definitely woken up in some strange beds, but this one took the cake. Her entire body felt stiff, yet running beneath the dull pain was an undercurrent of lingering satisfaction. Despite having just slept on a bed of stone, D.Va actually felt better than she had in years. No doubt the many, many orgasms that had blessed her last night had something to do with that.

That said, she still felt like shit. It was the mother of all hangovers. "Ugh, my head." She moved her legs to stand up but then yelped at a sudden pain radiating from her bottom. "Ow! My ass!" That confirmed it: they had definitely knotted her back there at some point. Then lastly, as the final traces of fogginess dissipated, D.Va remembered the most important thing of all. "Hey! My candy!"

D.Va jolted upright and looked around. The bag of candy she had spent so many hours collecting last night was nowhere to be seen. Then she checked herself and nearly screamed in terror. Her beautiful black cat costume was practically nonexistent. All that remained were the puffy sleeves around her shoulders and her ragged, scuffed-up pair of gloves. Her hands balled into fists and D.Va felt the overwhelming urge to strangle someone in that moment. She scanned her eyes around the cave, looking for something to smash, and they fell upon the slumbering bodies of her wonderful hosts.

Except neither one of them looked at all like she remembered. Gone were the werewolves that had so blissfully fucked her brains out all night. Instead, there were just two men – both as naked as she was – passed out a few feet away. It took several seconds for understanding to dawn upon D.Va. Of course! The curse only lasted during a full moon! Now that it had passed, there remained only two middle-aged men, and neither one of them was packing a piece nearly as impressive as the two beasts that had rocked her world. Briefly, she licked her lips hungrily while thinking back to those glorious red rockets, but that faded as her fury renewed.

In a flash, D.Va was upon on her feet and kicking them in the ribs. "Wake up!" she hissed. "Up, up, up!"

They winced and groaned, but quickly did as their guest bid. When both of them opened their eyes, they seemed even more bewildered than she. "Wuh-what? Who are you? Where am… Oh no… It happened again."

"Damn right it did," huffed D.Va. "I'm guessing this isn't the first time you've taken an innocent little girl back to your place and fucked her silly."

One of the men placed both hands over his face with embarrassment. "Ohh… My wife is gonna kill me." The other, however, merely looked up at D.Va, his eyeballs tracing the obvious river of dried cum caked all the way down her legs, and grinned like a pervert.

But D.Va wasn't in the mood. "Come on then. Find something to wear. For me too! We're going out immediately."

"What are you talking about?" asked the grinning man. He wasn't prepared for the swift kick in the side such insolence earned him. "Ow! Watch it, lady!"

"That's Miss Hana Song to you!" she said, pointing a finger directly at his face. "And you two owe me an entire haul's worth of candy." There was no way to recover what she had lost – which by now was probably crawling with bugs – but there was one silver lining: it was the day after Halloween and there were literal hordes of cheap candy just waiting for her at the store. "And don't think we aren't stopping for breakfast along the way!"