Meet the Zeo
This story was done a while back (and at the last minute) for a contest on FurAffinity. Zeo is the property of Barrin84: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/barrin84
Team Fortress 2 is the property of Valve.
Life was a cruel irony. No one really knew just what the turbine plant was for. Its engines hummed in their supplying power to...god knows what. Two large crates sat on either side of them, one red and other blue. The catwalks were built strung across the far ends to mirror each other right down to the observation boxes and vent shaft in their center. Even the inner workings of the plants opposing factions were built in an almost perfect mirror like fashion. Both sides had two archways. One a shutter door leading up a flight of stairs to the crew's quarters and back down to the large open room where an intelligence briefcase was stored. The other was an open hallway leading directly to the Intel. Maybe an architect felt underpaid or spiteful during construction. No one knew or, more importantly, cared. All anyone working at the plant had a single objective.
Kill everyone not on their team.
Strange and flawed logic, to say the least; yet also something most players followed with scary effectiveness. Occasionally someone would grow a pair and try to capture their enemy's briefcase. It never worked. Charging into a hallway filled with guns and fire rarely does. The fat bear in a blue shirt did not help red teams efforts much either; raining down bullets with his mini-gun. At least three people died from the offensive, the rest scattering to be picked off by faster classes. Certainly an exhilarating kill hike that made him laughs aloud in a mildly creepy Russian accent. Perhapes that was why he never saw the baseball come flying from reds catwalk until it pegged him right between the eyes. Its impact caused a sharp, hallowed 'BONK' to resound across the room, with perhapes any indication to the victims brainpower. Immediately firing ceased. All the bear could make out in his stupefied daze were colorful stars dancing around.
"Nice catch there, chucklenuts!" chided the balls owner, who had already jumped it solid ground and was ascending the blue catwalk at startling speeds. It only took two seconds for the blue furred lapin in a red scout uniform to close in on his stunned opponent. Both shots from his Force-A-Nature shotgun fired off in a quick 'one-two' succession. Their power at point blank was enough to send the double in size bear flying back several feet.
However, much to Zeo's charging, it was not enough to kill the fatty. Bastard heavy flab was roughly as thick as their skulls. To make matters worse, a medic choose to come out of the nearby vent the same time he whipped out his wooden bat for the killing blow. When he saw the bear starting to regain composure, a general retreat became obvious. A quick leap down and across one of the large crates later found him quick safety back inside the walls of red base. Safety in a relative sense anyway. The six needles that had hit their mark inside his butt cheeks was hardly cause for immediate relief once he had slowed down enough to notice the pain. By the time Zeo had reached the Intel room his run had receded to a pathetic limp.
Luckily he was happy find it unnecessary to climb up the stairs back to the teams quarters for medical treatment. An engineer had already set up a sentry and supply dispenser near their briefcase. Their owner had failed to notice his arrival at all, being crouched in front of the mechanical gun to inspect something with back facing him. Zeo on the other hand noticed right away this owner was female just from staring at the plump teardrop swell of her butt in those overalls. A rather large white tail, slightly split at the tip, hanged over it to swish about while she worked. If not for the pain in his own backside, they might have been caught in that position for a while; however pains forced him to inch up and give her a light tap on the shoulder.
Her response was to give out a startle cry while whirling to face him with wrench rose to strike. Zeo yelped in kind, raising hands up in defense. She seemed to realize her mistake just in time though, sparing him yet more wounds.
"Christ, don't sneak up on me like that!" she said with deep irritation. "Thought you were a spy or something, you know?"
"Yeah?" Zeo clearly had other things in mind instead of listening. Eyes fixed intently on a pair of lumps straining the chest pocket of her overalls. At least until a loud cough brought them back up to meet her goggles. Offering a goofy grin to counter her sneer, Zeo added, "What makes you think I'm not?"
"Because you would have stuck a knife in my ass instead of gawked at it, I'm sure." The engineer cracked a hint of a smile as she spoke. Initial offense was melting a bit from Zeo's boyish charm, although it helped he looked cuter and buffer than most scouts. Setting down her wrench, she removed goggles and helmet to reveal a beauty to match her generous physique.
Zeo knew her species was exotic right away, but it took a moment to recognize. She was a rarely encountered pokemorph; Zangoose to be precise. Her long ears were a dead giveaway. While the rest of her fur looked a snow fight, the left bore a total red color that traveled down in a streak across her cheek and back up into the eye. The same fur decorated the hands holding her gear, but it was the giant claws on their three fingers that really captured attention. She probably never had a need for that wrench when fighting called for melee attacks. "Oh, I'd like to stick something in tha..."
Zeo's face looked like a tomato upon realizing he was vocalizing thoughts again. By contrast, the zangoose had a face that could not decided if she was angry or amused. Just when he half expected a wrench across the face, she giggled.
"Smooth, bunny boy." The zangoose leaned in until their muzzles touched. "Care to finish that sentence?"
Zeo gulped, trying to keep his voice steady. "I said I got enough ass pain to cover us both."
"What?" She looked down on reflex, eyes going wide as dinner plates. "Holy crap! Why didn't you say something?"
There was no real chance to reply. Zeo got grabbed by the scuff of his shirt and thrown over the dispenser easily. A moment later he gave a high pitched yelp. The first of the many needles stuck in his flesh having been yanked out.
"I'm Tiffany, by the way," the zangoose said almost casually as she pulled surgical needles out of Zeo's rump one by one. Her small giggles at his yelping gave small consolation for each jolt of pain. The firmness of his muscles down there was also a good attention grabber. "Not often I see a scout get served by a medic."
"I was more worried about his fat friends," Zeo said sheepishly, biting his tongue as the final needle was removed. Granted the area would feel tender for quite a while. "I'm Zeo. Thanks for that."
"My pleasure," Tiffany said happily taking the opportunity to feel him up once again. The pain probably throbbed too much for Zeo to notice the difference, but it was deffinitly sparking her interest. "Now...take off your pants."
"What!?" Zeo looked over his shoulder blushing again. The grip her sharp claws had on his hips prevented him from turning fully. "I'm not really in need of a patch up, lady."
"Silly!" Tiffany giggled, and then promptly reduced his pants to shred with a few quick slashes. The fact it did not damage any of the fur on Zeo's now naked lower half was even more amazing. "I'm not even a medic!"
"What on earth are y-URF!" Zeo finally managed to face her, but a sharp push forced him into a sitting position onto the dispenser. Not a moment later he felt lapping of a wet tongue across the length of his exposed penis. "GAH! T...is that r-really...a good idea h-here?"
Tiffany looked up at him with glossy eyes, though did not stop her tongue teasing. Despite Zeo's protests she apparently had experience with this, as his member was rapidly stiffening to poke her face back. "I've been watching this intelligence for eight straight hours. Don't you dare deny me this little bit of fun!"
When she finished by kneeling to take the head of his cock into her mouth, Zeo realized he did not want to stop her anyway. So what if someone came in? They would just shoot the perverts stupid enough to linger. It did not take much longer until he was at full length. Being blessed with an astonishing eight inches of flesh, Tiffany found it hard to get even half of Zeo into her muzzle. Fortunitly she made up for it with a free hand, being VERY mindful of her claws.
It was pure heaven, if not completely random for a first encounter. But then not much of this place made sense, so Zeo decided to just ride with it. The lapine morph had frustrations from all the fighting to get out too. This made it a little hard to hold out from way this girl expertly sucked and stroked his studded rod in rhythmic sync. Lopped ears folded back while he gripped the sides of the machine he was sitting on. Breaths escaped in a mixed of pants and excited growls while his hips wiggled in an effort to draw things out.
Smirking to herself, Tiffany decided he needed a little more incentive thought. Using her free hand to part Zeo's legs a bit more, she reached up and gave his ball sac a few gentle rubs. That proved just enough to tip him over the edge. Claws dug little trenches in the dispenser where he gripped it as Zeo tensed up. He managed to hold on just a few more seconds before the flood gates broke loose. The lapine let loose a long, feral growl as his whole body racked with convulsions, his cock firing load after load of fresh spunk into Tiffany's waiting mouth with each one.
Unfortunately she had miscalculated just how loaded this stacked scout really was. The orgasm started and just kept going, nearly chocking her with all the seed pumping out of him. Despite her best efforts to swallow it all, Tiffany found herself having to pull away to hack up several globs that had decided to go down the wrong pipe. This also had the unfortunate effect of allowing the open lapine cock to decorate more of Zeo's mark all across her face and overalls before finally running out of ammo.
"T...that's what I'm talking about," Zeo said with a content sigh as he struggled to regain his breath. Leaning back against the wall, he made himself a bit more comfortable on his dispenser seat to wait out the remains of his orgasm.
"No shit." Tiffany giggled once she was sure to have cleared most of the rabbit spunk out of her lungs. She tried to get the stuff off her face with her shirtsleeves, but that only seemed to make it worse. "I knew you where healthier than the average scout, but damn."
Zeo murred as he rested against the wall with eyes closed. He felt Tiffany lean him to give him a few quick kisses on the muzzle, too tired and basking in afterglow to be mindful of her wet fur. But then she pulled away, causing him to crack open an eyes. "You're done already?"
Tiffany was already at one of the exit doors to the outside hallway when she stopped to give him a wink and semi-seductive rump pose. " Just going to build a teleporter real quick. You should be ready for round two by the time I get back, right?"
Zeo just chuckled and went back to his resting. That last a whole three seconds before a high scream jolted him back to reality.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!?"
He nearly fell off the dispenser from the shock. Descending the staircase from the rooms opposite wall was a very irate Tiffany; back in her helmet...and with clean overalls. Even with the goggles on, it was obvious she was not happy. Anger did make for an amazing booster though. She cleared the distance between her and Zeo before the lapine could blink.
"What the hell are you doing on my crap half naked!?" she demanded again, this time with wrench raised threateningly.
"But I..." Zeo pointed slaw jawed at her then turned in confusion to point out the side entrance he was sure she had exited. "You were just..."
"You have exactly two seconds to explain yourself before I start whacking your nuts and bolts!"
A sharp whistle down the hallway caught both of their attention. Several yards away a lopunny stood waving excitedly at them. Not that it was hard to spot her with the way her spunk coated spy mask and blue suit reflected overhead lights. Upon catching their attention, she blew Zeo a kiss and then raised the red briefcase for them to see.
"Call me!" She yelled before vanishing around a corner.
For a while, the two continued to stare intently down the empty hallway. Their brains needed time to totally process all that had just transpired around them. Slowly they turned to face each other, the mix look in their eyes only confirming the epic blunder. Tiffany gave out a distraught cry while face palming.
"Please tell me we did not just lose the Intel because a spy gave you head!?"
Zeo smirked, leaning against the wall with a sense of smug satisfaction. "Loose? Either way, it feels like a win to me!"
The last thing Zeo saw was Tiffany flashing her sentry guns at him. That is not a metaphor for her boobs...