With a quick swipe from her right hand, Tracer scooped up D.Va. She slowly brought her closer to her face as a wide puerile grin crept over her lips.
"Woooooow, look at the size of you!" a booming British voice marveled, causing the poor Korean girl to drop to her knees with her hands clutched over her ears.
"Oh!" the voice rang out in surprise, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you! I was just-" Tracer's words were suddenly cut off as she noticed the toy sized D.Va trembling with tears of pain in her eyes. "Okay, I'll stop talking now." she said with a gradually decreasing voice, before nearly silently whispering a "Sorry" that to D.Va sounded like someone yelling in her ear. After a quick moment of peace, Tracer once more let her curiosity get the better of her as she began poking and prodding the defenseless Korean teenager, admiring her softness and fawning over how small she was. She dropped her from hand to hand before a soft voice from the other side of the room startled her:
"What do you have there, Tracer?" Mercy asked in a curious tone. Tracer quickly wrapped D.Va in a fist and froze.
"Uh-"she started, "I, y'know...?" she said very unconvincingly, which only peaked Mercy's interest.
"What is it? Let me see!" the Swiss medic said a friendly yet demanding tone as she began to rise. Tracer gasped, fearing for the worst. Panicking, she did what she always does in a tight situation.
Tracer's control over the flow of time had become something of a bodily function at this point. She felt herself and the tiny figure in her fist slip backwards through time as Mercy sat back down in her chair and looked back onto her breakfast. She was exactly 1.5 seconds in the past, and she had to act quick. Out of the corner of her eye she watched Mercy's head begin to turn towards her as she unceremoniously opened her fist to a palm, opened her mouth, and popped D.Va inside, shutting her teeth tight behind her.
"What do you have there, Tracer?" Mercy once again asked in a curious tone.
"Mmmph, noffin." she moaned out in a slightly accented onomatopoeia. She was surprised how... good D.Va tasted. She remembered hearing somewhere that pigs had the closest flesh to humans in terms of density and strength, but she never once thought in the several mission she had alongside her that this terrified teenaged Mech Pilot would taste like a pork sausage! Her mouth watered as she gently swooshed the helpless D.Va around in her mouth.
"What is it?" the winged healer demanded in a familiar friendly tone, "Let me see!"
"There's that strange sense of deja vu again..." Tracer mused to herself jokingly before Mercy arose and her panic kicked back in. She froze for a second, thinking of a way to explain what she had just done and why she had. Quickly releasing her excuse was "I found a new button on my pistol", she thought of a way out. Quickly, with an audible "gulp!", Tracer tilted her head back and swallowed.
D.Va was in a nauseating world of darkness. Her last lucid thought was the towering form of Tracer. There were words she said with a wink, but it could have been the names of the winner of last year's Seoul Starcraft tournament for all she knew. Her comrade's spunky British voice was ten times louder then a foghorn blasted into her ears. Her knees quivered and her eyes wept, and then it continued for what seemed like a hour, before she began to fall. And then land. And then fall. Then a colossal gloved woman's hand crushed her tighter then any boa constrictor could, and now, she was being pushed from side to side with what felt like a massive, wet, rough cricket bat made from pillows. Her head was swimming from the motion. She thought she retched several minutes ago, but she wasn't sure if she had, or even if it had been several minutes. Suddenly, a moment of clarity came to her. "Mech..." she inaudibly whispered to herself. She brought up her arm to look at her Mech-calling wrist-wear. Bright red letters plainly read "Mech Unavailable" in Korean characters, before the same arm was crushed against a hard surface. D. Va gasped as all the air was knocked from her. She noticed by the light of her wrist-wear, she was bleeding. And then by that same light, she noticed the surface she was knocked against. It took her what seemed like a short while to investigate the hard white substance, before she noticed the shape.
"A... tooth?" D. Va wondered before the cricket bat she was rested on suddenly lifted at an 80 degree angle. No, not a cricket bat, a tongue. Tracer's tongue. She grasped onto one of what she now realized was a taste bud feebly as she turned her head and noticed the gaping hole that was Tracer's throat behind her, a tiny pink uvula pulled back to make way for her passage. "NO NO NO NO" D.Va screamed as her hands began to slip, before the tongue beneath her shuddered and spasmed in a flowing motion to Tracer's throat. She felt the warm, wet air from her teammate's breath before she slid. In one moment, she was failing to find purchase on taste buds, and the next, powerful throat muscles wrapped around her legs and pulled her in. Mercilessly, hungrily, the screaming Korean teenager was dragged downwards, tight esophagus muscles, never intended to be used for something as large as her shrunken form, engulfed her as she was painfully pressed against the fleshy walls. Every attempt at breath would fill her mouth with Tracer's saliva, so breathlessly, she was pulled for a while, before she suddenly fell. She tried to muster some sort of yelp, but she hit a spongy surface before she even realized she was in free fall. D. a took a quick moment, and desperately gulped in as much air as she could, before the apparent room around her shuddered and gurgled. A quick rush of vomited stenched air lifted D.Va's drenched air upwards for a quick moment, cooling her boiling hot face. With a moment to be in control of her own movement, she paused for another breath of air. But it never came. She tried to inhale, but there was nothing to fill her lungs. She began to panic before she realized what happened.
"I'm in Tracer's stomach." she thought, tears beginning to stream down her face. "She ate me. SHE ATE ME!" Confused at whether to be sad or angry or what, and with no air to keep her thoughts clear, D.Va fell to her still quivering knees. "That rush of air was her burping out the oxygen she swallowed with me. I'm going to die in here. And then she's going to digest me. I'm going to die." With that, D.Va wrapped her face in her still bleeding arm and sobbed soundlessly. She remained in this position, face in arm and knees of stomach lining for nearly a minute, even as some manner of cold liquid poured over her back, before she collapsed, losing consciousness.
Tracer felt the tight bulge in her throat travel further and further into her, before the shape disappeared behind her chronal-accelerator covered sternum and fall into her gurgling belly with a satisfying thud.
"Urrahp" she belched, not making any effort to filter the sound, "Pardon!" Mercy's face scrunched up at this.
"You're pardoned." she said in her Swiss accent, "What were you just messing around with there?"
"Uhh, breakfast!" Tracer said suddenly with a convincing smile that she could only pull off from her statement not being a total lie.
"Oh?" Mercy retorted, a bit put off if not surprised by the concept of her childish friend entertaining herself with breakfast foods.
"Yep!" Tracer said giddily, "A, uh, pork sausage! That was my breakfast!" she said, gently patting her abdomen for emphasis.
"Uhh, very well then." Mercy said, slowly walking backwards. "I'll uh, let you get back to it then." She motioned towards the glass of fruit juice on the table.
"Oh yeah, the juice. My juice!" Tracer loudly said unconvincingly. Mercy turned her head and began walking away.
"Your juice..." she repeated. Tracer quickly grabbed the half empty cup and chugged it down with a out of place, clearly forced "Ahhh" followed by a more authentic, surprised "Urp". With a very awkward wave of the hand and a chuckle through gritted teeth hidden behind a smiling face, Tracer turned her attention towards her midsection and whispered into her gurgling gut.
"Hang in there tight D.Va! I'll have you out, spick and span in no time!" she reassuringly whispered to the corpse of the 19 year old Korean girl, happily digesting away inside her.
"Right then, no time to waste!" Tracer said with a start, with a broad step, she...
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