“Scheiße! It’s just plain water!” 

“You don’t know that! It could be laced with arsenic, Triads’ll do that.”

“Look, you-”

“Or nanobots, ever think of that? Nasty little machines, slice up your insides or reprogram your neurons and nothing you can do about it. Probably safer just to throw it out, not worth the risk if you ask me.”

Revvie groaned, turning from her companion and squeezing the water bottle in frustration. 

“And besides, you know the ‘corps put all kinds of chems in the water, stuff to dull your senses, make you more complacent.”

Revvie’s cybernetic grip nearly burst the plastic bottle, but she regained her composure and relaxed, taking a deep breath and adjusting her sunglasses with her other limb. Like it’s glittering chrome partner it was cybernetic, but this one was disguised, and at a distance could be mistaken for a regular human arm. Revvie unscrewed the cap and took a sip, looking for the taste of anything malicious, harmful or toxic.

It was just plain water.

Revvie shook her head, crumpled up the bottle and tossed it over her shoulder. Times like these, when her counterpart’s social paranoias made her beyond unreasonable, made her question her choice of career. Thirteen years in the German armed forces, the loss of both her arms, two burned identities, and where had that left her? Staking out some barrens chop shop in Richmond for meager pay, her only company a foul-mouthed, ill-mannered troll. Revvie couldn’t help but wonder if her partner had some mental issues.

“Alright then Holly,” she countered, “what DO you drink?”

The two meter tall, three hundred kilo woman sputtered as she tried to speak, her brain obviously working quicker than her mouth. When she formed a response, it came out unsure and in a wavering tone.

“Sodas mostly, the cheap knockoffs you can get from a Stuffer Shack.” Holly’s face furrowed in worry; it was clear the gargantuan woman wasn’t used to sharing details about herself. Revvie prided herself on being persuasive, and getting a response from the tight-lipped troll reaffirmed her faith in her skills.

“Holly, those are more full of chemicals than a junkie’s liver,” Revvie said sarcastically, folding her mechanical arms. It’d take that much chems to have any effect on Holly, the woman was built like a brick wall. She had a curvy body with an even mix of muscle and fat, with powerful arms and thighs, broad shoulders that made her head look small. The troll had short, frizzy brown hair and a young face that contrasted with her well-endowed chest, her breasts large even for a troll. Unlike most trolls, her skin was smooth and cream-colored, and her brow lacked the curved horns typical of trolls. With the exception of her titanic stature, the only indicators of her metatype were the small, barely noticeable fangs that jutted from her lower jaw. Holly was fomori, a rare breed of trolls far comelier than normal, something that was not lost on Revvie. Even though Holly wore enough body armor to shrug off a shotgun blast, the smaller woman found her figure appealing, and her good looks helped make the boredom of the stakeout more tolerable. Revvie didn’t usually fancy other women, but there was something about Holly that appealed to her. She was pitiable, interesting, unique, something she couldn’t say about most of the people of the sixth world.

“Well fuck you then,” replied the fomor, shrugging her shoulders and turning from Revvie. Holly stuck her head out of the pickup they had commandeered for the run, scanning the road and the front of the shop, then checked the glove compartment to make sure her grenades were still there. 

“See anything?” Asked Revvie, her hand reflexively falling on her concealed sidearm. It was a standard Colt Agent Special, an unremarkable firearm that didn’t have enough penetrating power for Revvie’s tastes, but it was cheap, concealable, street legal and packed one hell of a punch. She could draw and discharge it in a fraction of a second, something her years of spec-ops service and new, mechanical arms made possible. 

“Nope. Are you sure it was today?”

Revvie sighed and checked her commlink, scrolling past her synthcore band backgrounds and the romance novels she had downloaded to the archived communiqué from the Johnson.

*I represent individuals who may or may not desire certain articles possessed by the local Triad chapter. We have been informed that an exchange will be taking place at the Tong Family Auto-Garage on the 26th. Should you retrieve the contents of a red ‘64 Ford that will be arriving that day and deliver it to [encrypted address], you will be rewarded with five thousand nuyen in credsticks*

“It’s today, though the Johnson didn’t say WHEN today.” 

“Still cant believe we took the job for a measly five ‘k. We could make more money boosting cars than fetching whatever this fucker wants.”

Revvie had to agree, the money wasn’t great, but only half of their usual team was available. The shaman was trying to train a stray dog, which had stubbornly resisted all the mage’s efforts and instead decided to spend it’s time urinating all over his apartment. The decker was in a street doc’s backroom recovering from two broken legs and a severe concussion, the consequences of a two-story fall he took on their last assignment. Not many Johnsons were willing to hire a half-strength team of Shadowrunners, so Revvie had accepted the anonymous job a little to hastily.  

“You’re a smart girl Holly,” Revvie said, keeping her tone calm and sweet, the same tone she’d use to persuade a Lonestar cop to look the other way or sweet talk an informant. “Surely you don’t get bored this easily. What do you do for fun?”

The fomor huffed and crossed her arms behind her head, the seat creaking under her prodigious weight. Revvie’s gaze glanced over the troll’s bust, her breasts pushed out by her posture, before quickly returning to Holly‘s face. Even restrained behind layers of ballistic armor Holly’s mounds were something to behold, something which made Revvie’s heart flutter as the troll took a deep breath.

“Trid games mostly, Killing Floor X5’s been taking up a lot of my time recently. Almost got my S-Links with the dragon slayer to max, I really want that auto-shotty.”

Revvie pursed her lips and rolled her eyes behind her dark shades. She wasn’t a gamer, so Holly’s words were just so much gibberish to her.

“’Course I work on my drones a bunch; the connectors on my Dobermans blew out recently and its hell to scrap them together. I’ve been trying to get the rigger adaptation on the bus to work when overclocked, but, fuck, the dumpshock almost killed me last time I tried that, you know?”

That was just more gibberish to Revvie. Talking and interacting with people was a challenge for Holly, but the fomor had a head for tech and engineering that put some of the army technicians Revvie knew to shame. The woman could do things with a drone or vehicle Revvie didn’t think possible, and could jury-rig just about anything.

“And I surf the matrix a bunch, especially when I’m not streaming. Bitch I’ve seen darknet shit that’d make your head spin; did you know there’s a dragon in Connecticut who does live sex shows?”

Revvie pursed her lips and ran a synthetic hand through her short red pixie-cut, slicking back her crimson locks and stealing a guilty look at the troll’s tits.

“You stream? I’m not really familiar with that stuff, care to elaborate?”

Holly jolted from her seat and peered out the window as a red car barreled past. It looked like she was about to reach for her gun, but it was a Honda, not a Ford, so she relaxed and returned to her previous pose.

“Stream, you know, do live broadcasts for viewers online. I get a shit load of donations that way.”

“And these people online, they just give you money because they like the show?”

“Yeah, sorta,” replied Holly, turning away from Revvie and looking out the window at nothing.

“Talk to me Holly,” Revvie replied in a stern tone, moving to put her hand on the troll’s shoulder but thinking better of it.

“Well I kinda stream, you know, in the nude. Or nearly there, sometimes I get donations to take what I’m wearing off. You know I’ve got four fucking swimsuits just for that shit?”

Revvie had to suppress a chuckle, never thinking the paranoid rigger the exhibitionist type. She had to admit, the image of the titanic woman doing whatever it was she did with nothing but a skimpy bikini, her huge breasts swinging and flopping too and fro was quite an arousing one. Folding her arms across her chest, she stared accusingly at Holly.

“What?” Was the troll’s response, the larger woman’s face a mix of confusion and affront. “Nothing wrong with camshows, and it helps pay for upkeep.”

“It’s quite, shall we say, out of character? You live in a mobile fortress and wont talk to anyone unless its through ten layers of proxy and encryption. You always send one of your damned drones when we talk to the Johnsons, something which has not put our group in a very good image may I say, and never appear in person. You bring ficken HE grenades to a stakeout mission!”

“Yes, and?”

“And you’re a paranoid mess! People that are so terrified of stepping outside don’t just flash their tits for anyone with a matrix connection!”

“You shut your goddamn mouth kraut!” Said the fomor, leaning over Revvie and clenching the seat cushions so hard it tore the leather. “Thinking you can judge people like that, Mrs. High and oh-so-fucking Mighty.”

“Calm down Holly, I-”

“I will not calm the fuck down! You don’t fucking know me! You don’t know a goddamn thing about me!”

Revvie sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose with a pair of sleek chrome fingers. “Maybe after the mission we can sit down and talk like grown women and get to know each other a little better. How’s that sound?”

Holly didn’t respond, instead she seized the steering wheel in both hands and tore the pickup out of the alleyway, deftly driving through oncoming traffic.

“Himmelkreuzsakrament! What the hell are you doing?”

“There’s our mark,” said Holly, nodding in the direction of a vehicle several cars ahead. “Remember the plan?”

“I got it,” said Revvie as she recovered from the whiplash. The redheaded cyborg rolled down the window and reached for her weapon, casually testing the weight of her pistol in a mechanical limb. Years of service, service wasted due to one bad day, ran through her mind, and she did a quick calculation as to how the wind, the speed of the vehicle, even the angle she leaned out the window, would affect the shot. Holly was gaining on the Ford, pulling up beside the vehicle despite her truck’s poor handling. A bald triad goon, his scalp tattooed with Chinese characters, drove the car, a smoking e-cig protruding from the center of his mouth. 

Revvie disengaged her weapon‘s safety, lining up the shot and using the seat’s armrest as a bracing. The triad had just noticed the firearm, his mouth opening wide and the cig falling out, when Revvie fired.

One shot, then a second a fraction of a second later. Two loud pops confirmed her bullets had found their mark, and the car spun out of control, the far side still accelerating as the two tires Revvie shot lost air. As it spun, Holly maneuvered the normally unwieldy vehicle to give Revvie a line of fire on the second set of wheels. Two more shots, one going wide, the other popping the rear tire. The Ford continued to fishtail, careening over the sidewalk and into a parking meter. It kept going, swerving back into the road before colliding with a subcompact.

“Why does nothing ever, ever fucking go according to plan?” Groaned Holly as she spun the truck, exposing the passenger door to the Ford and quickly shifting it into park. Revvie bolted out of the pickup, her firearm still clenched in both hands, and rushed to the side of the car. The triad was still conscious, clumsily trying to undo his seat belt as the subcompact’s owner crawled out of the vehicle. 

“Don’t you move a muscle!” Revvie shouted in fluent Cantonese, pointing her gun through the window at the triad’s bald head. The gangster threw up his hands in alarm, an ugly bruise surrounding one eye and his right arm seeming somewhat limp. Holly ran around the other side of the pickup towards the rear of the Ford. The fomor seized the trunk door with both of her massive hands and tore, ripping it off it’s hinges. Inside were a pair of black duffel bags, both full of something uneven and lumpy. Holly grabbed them and sprinted for the truck, signaling to Revvie that she had the package. The smaller woman nodded in acknowledgement, giving one last look to the triad. In a flash of creativity, she angled the gun at the triad’s hand and fired a shot, shattering the commlink he had just retrieved from his pants pocket. She then sprinted back to her vehicle and shut the door, just as Revvie floored the gas.

“Five thousand fucking nuyen. Five fucking thousand fucking nuyen. All that for just five-”

“Shut up Holly,” Revvie said, undoing her holster and placing it on the floor of the bus Holly called home. The Johnson had been grateful, if a bit terse, and traded a pair of credsticks for the duffels. Despite Revvie’s best efforts, Holly had unzipped them to see what was inside. While she didn’t expect a collection of antique watches, she figured it was better than trafficking weapons or drugs.

“Its good money, and we managed to avoid a ridiculous body count-this time.” The last remark was directed at Holly along with an accusing stare, neither of which provoked a reaction from the huge girl. After ditching the truck in the river, the pair had retreated to the customized, troll sized passenger bus the rigger used as her mobile fortress and command center. An extra-large futon occupied one corner, the sheets folded with hotel-maid precision. Everything in the dark hallway that was the bus was compulsively neat; disassembled drone parts laid out by size and function on a cloth, numerous weapons and explosives arranged alphabetically on a weapons rack. The only thing out of place was an intimidating looking rocket launcher Holly had left out by her terminal, something Revvie tried to focus on as her partner disrobed. Layers upon layers of ballistics armor and Kevlar were meticulously folded and stowed away, leaving Holly wearing only a pair of dark bike shorts and a gargantuan white sports bra.

“Aren’t you going to put something on?” Asked Revvie, focusing on the ceiling as the busty goliath sat down across from her, procuring a pair of Omega Fizz sodas from somewhere. Holly offered her one, before leaning back against the wall and chugging her soda.

“Why the fuck should I? This is my home I dress how I please. And besides, with multiple people in here it tends to get stuffy.”

Now that she mentioned it, the bus was getting a little hot. The damned thing had no ventilation, being completely sealed from the outside world and insulated with more armor than a main battle tank, a monument to Holly’s paranoia. 

“So, Holly,” Revvie said, her eyes doing a quick scan of the troll’s body. She was broad and muscular like all her kin, though her musculature wasn’t as defined as Revvie’s. “Tell me about yourself. Fill me in on what I don’t know about you.”

Holly remained silent, finishing her soda with a burp before crushing the bottle and tossing it into the waste basket. The troll chewed her lip and looked at her feet, folding her arms over her chest.

“Ok,” Revvie said in the calmest, least aggressive tone she could manage. “Ill start. My real name is Alexandra, I’m from the AGS, and I’m thirty two years old.”

Holly remained silent for a moment, before mumbling out a response. “Quebec. Eighteen.”

Revvie almost spat out her drink. The troll certainly did not look her age. “So, is Holly your real name then?”

“No.”

“Ok, I get it if you don’t want to share it with me. I’ve done some shit I regret in my past, no worries. But what’s a girl like you doing running the streets and flashing your tits on the matrix?”

“It’s a living. What I’m good at. Couldn’t land a gig in the Quebec Defense Force, fucking asshole of a captain had me discharged. My brothers raced up the fucking ranks, but no, nothing ever fucking goes my way.”

“But, you’re just a girl,” Revvie said, the surprise of their age difference still flummoxing her. It was really stuffy in the bus, and she shrugged off her leather jacket, leaving just the black tank top she had on underneath.

“Bullshit. It’s a harsh world out there, one that doesn’t care about your age. People were fucking stalking me up in Canada Revvie! They were stalking a fucking sixteen year old girl. A whole coordinated gang of them too, think about that.”

“Did have anyone up there you, you know, were close with? A boyfriend?”

“I mean I’d fucked before if that’s what you’re asking, everyone wanted a piece of me. Took after my mom I guess, especially in the bust region,” she said, prodding her cleavage with a pair of fingers. 

“Yes, it’d be hard not to notice that,” remarked Revvie, wiping her brow with her disguised arm. Maybe it was her bulk that made the heat more tolerable?

“Don’t think I haven’t seen you looking. For someone so ‘professional’ you sure like ogling innocent little girls.”

“You’re a very attractive gir-woman,” Revvie conceded, letting her eyes roam Holly’s body one more time. She could count her sapphic lovers on her fingertips, but the young troll certainly measured up to them, both literally and figuratively. “Were we not in business together I would, in all honesty, be very interested in you.”

Holly took a step in Revvie‘s direction, leaning forward to give the cyborg an eyeful of her bust. Revvie bit her lip and looked away, before giving in to her more base desires and letting her gaze be drawn between those massive melons. God, it she was sweltering, even in just her bra and tank top. 

“What, just ‘cause we do runs together that makes me off limits?”

“I like to keep professional relationships professional, and-wait, what are you doing?”

Holly didn’t respond as she pulled off the sports bra, letting her goliath bust free. Revvie felt even more warmth, this time deep in her loins, as her gaze was drawn to the troll’s bosom. They were even larger than she expected, each globe larger than Revvie’s head. The cyborg was unfamiliar with troll cup sizes, but Holly was certainly past most of the alphabet.

“You’re a fucking hypocrite and you know it,” said Holly as she hefted one of her breasts, her thumb playing with her nipple. Revvie was sure the temperature had spiked, her body feeling so damned hot. “You want to fuck me but you wont because what? You’re afraid it will ruin group dynamics or some shit? News flash Frau Alexandra, nobody cares. The shaman’s come halfway drunk the past two runs and the decker thought it’d be fun to get half of KE up in your ass. The only one giving a rat‘s ass about this shit is you.”

Revvie felt offended, an insult to her pride at being indirectly called a prude. She was composed enough not to let that show, merely shutting her eyes in contemplation, but inside she felt indignant at the troll’s challenge. Sucking in her breath, letting the heat flow through her body, permeating her already sweltering body with a different kind of warmth. Breathing deeply and slowly, she opened her eyes halfway, a mischievous smirk spreading across her face. 

“Ok Holly,” she said, straightening up and pushing her own chest forwards,“maybe I haven‘t given you a fair shot.” Revvie leaned forwards, doing her best to press her chest against the troll’s own, feeling the warm globes of her tits press against her. A look of surprise invaded Holly’s face, accompanied by a tide of cherry red blush.

“I, uh, didn’t think you-”

“Shut up Holly,” Revvie said as she wrapped her mechanical limbs around the troll’s abdomen, cupping her lower back with her cybernetic hands. Revvie sighed, feeling the gargantuan woman’s thunderous heartbeat vibrating through her body, her body heat making Revvie’s body blaze even hotter. Slowly, she ran her hands up and down the small of Holly’s back, savoring the feeling of the troll’s skin against hers, noticing how the cold metal of the cyber hands gave Holly goosebumps. Revvie’s own heartbeat accelerated as her internal warmth suffused her body, causing her sex to begin to grow wet.

The troll moaned with need, her breasts heaving as she reacted to Revvie’s touch. One of her own massive hands fell to her partner’s shoulder, rubbing it with a gentleness that belied her size. The other reached behind Revvie’s head, running her fingers through the smaller woman’s short red hair, pulling her in closer to her so she could feel the cyborg’s  breath against her chest. Holly’s nipples were stiffening, pressing against Revvie’s clothes as her body grew aroused from their contact. A smooth, chrome hand migrated up her body, rubbing her side with a patient, almost teasing slowness. Holly groaned, bending her leg to get her body closer to Revvie’s, their crotches scant millimeters apart. Both women could feel the heat of the other’s sex, even through their clothes, and a simultaneous shiver rushed through them.

Revvie’s chrome arm had reached the underside of one of Holly’s breasts, the globe so large she couldn’t fit most of it in her hand. Still, she caressed and toyed with it, squeezing it between her metal fingers and rubbing the underside, savoring the way the soft, squishy mammary felt in her palm. Her other, disguised cyberlimb had traveled downwards, hand slipping between the tight shorts Holly wore and her prodigious rear. 

The fomor’s own hand had found its way under the strap of Revvie’s tank top, and pulled it down with a needy haste, the one shoulder becoming bare save for the tight black bra Revvie wore. Holly bent down and placed a tender kiss on her partner’s shoulder, right where the skin met metal, her warm, wet lips causing the normally stoic woman to moan in pleasure. 

To Revvie it felt tantalizingly taboo, letting the girl, hardly yet a woman, play with her body like this. While she wasn’t normally concerned with what was or was not legal, there was a subtle wrongness to the situation Revvie couldn’t help but be turned on by. It was like some of the cheap romance novels she read so much, the older, more experienced woman being seduced by a young, virile (or in this case fertile) paramour, feeling both the pleasure and intensity of youth and the sordid delights of experience all at once. While Holly was clearly far from the innocent, naïve lover the stories usually portrayed, the way her hands caressed her body, the way her hips softly humped against Revvie, all made the situation feel divine.

The feeling of the huge woman’s skin against her, pressing against her body, moving beneath her hands, growing aroused and hot from her touch, was deliciously arousing. She slipped her fingers between Holly’s buttcheeks, making sure to slowly run her digits over the troll’s holes. The larger woman’s whole body shook, her lower legs tensing up as the steel fingers ran over her rear hole, her entrance, which was already dripping with wetness, staining her shorts. Revvie’s other hand gripped Holly’s breast harder, kneading the soft flesh and toying with her nipple. 

The heat was too great, she needed to take something off. Revvie relinquished Holly and slid her top off, revealing her bra and own ample cleavage. 

“Lick me Holl,” groaned Revvie, leaning her head against her partners and whispering in her ear, taking hold of her rear again.

“Hm?” Mumbled the troll, causing Revvie to clamp down on the fomor’s ass and press the flat of her fingers against her eager wet opening. 

“I said lick me,” Revvie repeated, her voice stern and imperious. Holly hesitated another moment, then fell to her knees. The height difference made things difficult; even on her knees Holly’s head was level with Revvie’s navel. The troll felt a set of mechanical fingers grip the back of her head, bunching her light brown hair between them. Gently, her head was brought in contact with Revvie’s toned abs. Holly shut her eyes halfway and pursed her lips, placing a sloppy kiss on Revvie’s belly. The older woman gasped, her grip tightening even as her legs shook with arousal. Holly could see a stain of wetness on Revvie’s crotch marking her own arousal. Holly pecked a line of sloppy smooches down to Revvie’s waistline, before  repositioning herself to be even with her groin and sniffing the woman’s soaked nethers.

“You feel hot,” Holly whispered, looking up at Revvie, one hand taking hold of her pant’s waist and the other sliding between her own legs to rub her sex. With one swift motion Holly pulled her partner’s pants and undergarments to her ankles, exposing her sex to the stuffy, warm air of the bus. A small patch of curly crimson hair decorated the opening, and Holly felt her breath catch in her stomach as she looked at the other woman’s entrance.

Before she could ogle it further Revvie pulled the troll’s face into her groin, pressing their lips together with a pleased moan. Holly needed no further instruction, and kissed the dripping folds of Revvie’s sex, lapping at the edges with her tongue. Revvie humped forwards, twisting her upper body in pleasure as Holly ate her out, arching one leg and wrapping it around the troll’s shoulder. The fomor’s tongue entered her, tickling her inner walls as lubricant mixed with saliva dripped down Holly’s chin. Holly cupped Revvie’s toned buttocks, gripping the muscular cheeks for support as metal fingers pressed her against the cyborg’s crotch. She was a big girl, she could hold her breath for a long time, and continued her assault on the vagina, probing Revvie’s standing clitoris with the very tip of her tongue, spitting between the already engorged holes, breathing heavily into the sensitive areas below Revvie’s waist. Holly’s own fingers had slipped into her shorts and inserted two of their member into her sex, curling and jilling as she ate out her partner.

“Scheiße,” Revvie moaned, her legs shaking in pleasure as the huge girl lapped at her. “Scheiße you’re good. I don’t want you to stop, but if you keep going I think I’m going to cum.” 

Holly didn’t respond, but intensified her assault, curling her tongue and probing the far reaches of Revvie’s inners, causing the woman to quiver and shake all over. Revvie pulled the troll away before she could finish the deed, however, giving her time to gasp and recover from her amazing cunnilingus. The troll’s face dripped with fluid, a triumphant expression accompanying them. 

“You enjoy that Revvie?” Chided the troll, scraping a blob of liquid off her face with one finger before sucking on it, greedily swallowing the mixture of vaginal fluid and spit. “Funny, you don’t taste all that sour, kraut.”

Revvie was too occupied with the waves of heat and pleasure warring for her body to respond, merely unstrapping her bra and tossing it aside into a meticulously sorted pile of magazines. Her own breasts came free, and while she always considered her self well endowed she felt a pang of self consciousness when comparing herself to Holly. Her senses returning bit by bit, Revvie laid out on the floor beside Holly, stepping free of the pile of her clothes and resting her cold steel hands on the girls soft, warm flesh. 

For a minute she only lay there and rubbed, caressing the curvy troll’s hips and thighs, before squirming so her bust was level with the well-endowed troll’s. Wrapping her arms around Holly, she brought them into a close hug, their tits squashing together as they enjoyed each other’s warmth.

It was marvelous; for a moment, all the stress of the sixth world vanished, replaced by utter bliss and contentment, the cold cynicism her job required replaced with pleasurable warmth. Revvie sighed, wishing that every second could be like this, so wonderfully pleasurable. Their hips began to hump back and forth, their burning hot sexes rubbing together and commingling juices. Revvie’s hand darted between their tribbing crotches, sliding two fingers into the troll’s wide slit. Due to the size of her entrance the fingers slid in unimpeded, giving Revvie room to slide them around and probe at Holly’s sensitive areas.

Holly humped back harder, moving the conjoined pair across the bus by centimeters with each thrust. Revvie’s own felt anemic by comparison, though she pressed back with all her force. She resigned to just enjoy the pleasure that the contact of their burning sexes brought, still enjoying the feeling of Holly’s stiff nipples against hers. The troll was groaning with each thrust, her sex tightening down on Revvie’s competitively tiny fingers. A third finger slid in, the three steel digits curling and rubbing her inner walls in precise, mechanical time. Juices slid between the seams of her cyber hand, vaginal fluid creeping into the inner workings of the chrome prosthetic. 

Holly moaned and buried her head in Revvie’s neck, nibbling and kissing the side as her body writhed from Revvie’s fingering. 

“Put more in,” she whispered breathily into Revvie’s neck, her body still roiling with excitement. Revvie complied, slipping a fourth finger in and testing her range of motion. Holly groaned and squeezed her hips around the hand, but Revvie felt there was room for more.

“You asked for it,” Revvie said with the slightest of malicious tones, fitting her thumb into the troll’s crevasse. Holly grunted in pleasure, humping harder and harder as her sex was stimulated further and further. Her grunts rose in volume as Revvie slowly clenched her hand, the fingers interlocking and making a fist which all but filled the troll’s sex. The muscular redhead withdrew the hand slightly, then pressed forwards, repeating the process in time with her bodily thrusts. She could feel Holly’s pussy clenching harder and harder as the arousal built, each thrust of her fist driving the troll wilder and wilder. 

“Hang on,” Holly said between hot, needy breaths. “Don’t take it out. Just let me turn around some so I can give some more head.”

The awkward fumbling in the confined space of the bus knocked over two disassembled firearms, something that the army woman in Revvie cringed at. But eventually they were in some semblance of a sixty nine, with Revvie’s clenched cyber fist still embedded in Holly’s crotch. The troll woman resumed her oral attentions with gusto, burying her face in the smaller woman’s sex and driving her tongue deep within. Holly was to frantic, to rapid for Revvie to safely match her pace, but she increased the speed of her fisting as much as she could. Half of her metallic forearm was deep within Holly, the shiny metal slick with juices. Each time she reached her limit Holly’s sex squeezed tighter and tighter, and Revvie could tell the goliath girl was nearing her climax. A surge of awesome warmth from below temporarily clouded her senses, reminding her of how close she had been minutes before. Holly’s tongue was deep inside, fervently thrusting in and out, lapping at her clit as the troll sucked on the lips of her sex. Revvie’s arm began to shake as she felt a climax coming, the overwhelming warmth that suffused her body blazing white hot.

Gripping one of Holly’s trunk-like thighs with her other hand, Revvie rested her red-haired head, now messy with sweat and unkempt hair, against the troll, panting into the woman’s skin in pleasure. Suddenly Holly convulsed, her sex squeezing so tight Revvie swore she could hear her arm creak. Her back arched, and a moan so deep the floor of the bus vibrated emanated from fomor. She clumsily pressed the side of her face against Revvie’s inner thigh, her brown locks brushing against Revvie’s drenched sex.

That last stimulation was all it took to set Revvie over the edge, the white hot blaze within her going supernova and exploding out through every nerve, even the artificial ones. Her hand spasmed, causing Holly to grunt in pain as it writhed within her, and her back arched, a single throaty moan erupting from her mouth. It started low, and transformed to a pleasured whine as the orgasm cascaded through her. 

When she eventually came down Holly lay panting and exhausted beside her, the troll’s eyes half lidded and gazing at nothing in particular.

“You cum like a horny cat,” grunted the troll, brushing Revvie’s short red hair out of her eyes. “No wonder you like pussy so much.”

“Thank you very much Holly, you’re quite the cunning linguist.”

“And you’re cleaning up that mess you made. I swear, if next time you ruin my projects I will burn your house to the ground.”

“Next time?” Revvie cooed, rubbing her breasts as she tried to control her breathing, her chest rapidly rising and falling.

“Yeah, been a while since I had a good lay, and I trust you much more than some horny fuck in a gas station bathroom.”

Revvie smiled, wrapping her arms around Holly and offering her a tender kiss on the lips. Breaking the kiss, she ran a hand through the larger, younger woman’s hair and gazed into her eyes. Nuzzling into the nape of her neck, she whispered one last thing before drifting into a warm sleep.

“Shut up Holly.”