Orisa:
Another beautiful day in Numbani. Metal hooves thud methodically on the pavement as the city's newest protector trots along blissfully, still enraptured in the beauty of the city and feeling pretty swelled up by her sense of pride as well. She'd been out on strolls in the more crowded parts of the city before, but this was the first time Efi had trusted her enough to go on her official patrol without supervision. As usual, there is no sign of Doomfist, nor are there any overt signs of crime, danger, or unrest of any sort. Orisa would never wish for there to be an incident of course! But she's confident in the knowledge that if something were to happen she could handle it just fine.
 
Right now she's making a cursory walk-through of a street she has to frequent. Every part of Numbani is remarkably reputable, but this part of it was the least remarkably reputable. Minor illegal trade and such, some rare disorderly conduct. It's fairly quiet and especially empty at this time of day though, so she's not exactly scouring the place with weapons primed or her guard raised.
 
Sombra:
While newly constructed Orisa was more or less unknown to the world, information has a tendency to spread much faster in the under kind. A modified OR15 with such powerful weaponry would be valuable if sold to the right circles, but of course its creator had decided to release it onto the streets like some stupid parking attendant and not letting the technology blossom to its full potential. The oblivious robot had no idea about the shady forces picking up on her existance, but as always one in particular was faster on the trail than others.
 
And it was all thanks to Sombra, of course. Many hackers would have simply skipped digging into the files of some young girl getting an honorary award but the Mexican mercenary had a hunch that it was worth digging deeper. Talon would be delighted to get their hands on the robot but Sombra was wiser than to just hand it over like that. The rebuilt OR15's memory ship was bound to have valuable information and like a good hacker Sombra had every intention of downloading it. There was only one problem: Orisa's main circuits were all off the grid. She would have to get to the robot and hack it in person. But hey, how hard could that be?
 
"¡Oh Dios mío! Someone help me!" The shout was just barely loud enough for Orisa to hear, and seemed to come from one of the alleys leading off the street. "Help!" A poor soul in need of assistance? If only Numbani's protector could help!
 
Orisa:
Orisa's whole body responds instantly, picking up the distress fairly clearly with her mechanical hearing. Her legs straighten, head perks up, and eyes narrow as she pinpoints the source of the yell. Down that alley, seemingly. Without a single second longer of hesitation, she starts to march between the two buildings, intent on stopping whatever was happening. A mugging? A mugger probably wouldn't let the victim rattle off such a direct and almost suspiciously specific cry for help. Injury? Hm. She didn't have much more time to ponder the possibilities as she's reached the end of the alley, turning around the bend leading with her gun and announcing her arrival loudly. "What is the danger, citizen?"
 
Sombra:
Rounding the corner Orisa would find the horrifying scene of an... empty alley. The light dimly shined in between the walls of the buildings around her, the area being silent and serene. The bustling sound of the main street could be heard in the distance but otherwise it was quiet. Maybe even too quiet. Where could the perpetrator and the victim have gone? There was just a dead end and the doors to the surrounding buildings looked undisturbed or locked.
 
The only warning Orisa got was the shadow being cast over her as Sombra threw herself from a fire staircase above, aiming directly for the robot. She landed on her feet right on Orisa's back, yelling "¡Hola! Let's get you under control!" and immediately getting to securing herself her prey. Purple lines of light extended from her hand like horsereigns, latching onto Orisa's shoulders and digging into her wiring to pacify her. It was proving itself a bit trickier than usual to get through the firewalls and blocks but to Sombra it just added another second or two, whereas any other hacker would have taken a month.
 
Orisa:
And it does seem like Sombra is making some headway, until suddenly nothing is responding to her attempts at access. The typical pathways and programming have all been rearranged and redesigned in bizarre ways. Like they were designed by some weird, genius 11 year old or something. Orisa just feels a slight buzz, looking over her shoulder and turning her eyes red.
 
"Ah, I see. An ambush dressed up as mock distress." Her hand comes up, very firmly grabs Sombra by the shoulder, and lifts her straight up and off Orisa's back. "I am pleased to inform you that you will not be succeeding with this crime." Her hand deftly swaps to holding Sombra under her arm, holding her in the air in front of herself.
 
Sombra:
"Haha! Yeehaw!" Sombra jokingly shouted, rapidly clicking her fingers against the interface and bypassing yet another firewall aaand... There was nothing? "Eh?" She simply stared at her hand in confusion, only looking up to meet Orisa's hostile gaze. Before she knew it the robot had her in its grip, pulling her off its back and in front. "... Uh, hey. Yeah it seems like that didn't work out." It was like she was a naughty cat being held at the scruff of her neck, and however silly that might have sounded she didn't exactly enjoy being in that position.
 
Plan B. "Unfortunately, you won't catch me that easily." In one fluid movement Sombra pulled out her gun and pointed it right at Orisa, simultaneously throwing her teleportation device up into the air.
 
Orisa:
According to her pre-programmed protocols, step 2 is always to be wary of criminals making a last ditch attempt to escape after they have been apprehended, and this appears to have been good foresight. What Sombra throws up could be anything, really, but the risk of it being some sort of smoke grenade or flashbang is weighted against it being just a distraction and before it even reaches the zenith of its flight through the air Orisa has tracked it with the precision of a machine (appropriate) and shot it out of the air, landing at least 2 shots dead center on the device. 
 
As it clatters to the ground damaged the peace keeper turns back to her suspect and presses the three barrels of her gun to the side of the woman's head. "I recommend you drop the weapon. I am designed to withstand sustained gunfire. You are considerably less sturdy, and I prefer to avoid lethal force where possible."
 
Sombra:
"Pinche puta!" Any anger Sombra had was immediately cooled off as Orisa's gun, almost half her height, pressed against the side of her head. She could hear it whirring and buzzing with energy, making her own submachine gun look like a pea gun in comparison. Time to assess the situation: She couldn't teleport, she couldn't shoot, she couldn't hack and going invisible wouldn't help. Shit was fucked. But if there was one thing she could count on, it was her own smarts. Computers in all honor but this omnic could probably be fooled in one way or another.
 
"Okay, my hombre." She rolled her eyes. "You got me. No gun, no sneaky tricks, I am peaceful." With a more dramatic gesture than necessary she dropped her weapon onto the floor, making a mental note to either come back or get a new one later. "See? We're all friends here, you can put your gun away too. Go on, I promise I won't mess with your wiring." She gave Orisa a smile and gently patted the gun barrel next to her, not caring for it being in such close proximity to her brains. 
 
Orisa:
"Your compliance is wise." The more dangerous of her two arms backs off by about a foot, but it's still very definitely pointed at Sombra. The other hand tightens its grip on her ribcage a little. Her eyes go into X formation and turn yellow as she starts reading off laws about assault and hacking that Sombra broke in their short scuffle, which takes several minutes. "In short, assaulting and hacking an officer of the law is a serious felony under Numbani law. You will show me your ID, and then I will call ahead to the nearest police station." She seems pretty serious about this, but what do you expect when she's literally designed for it?
 
Sombra:
Point-blank range is better than right-at-your-temple range, so it was a slight relief to see the gun lowered. Still, Sombra did not enjoy her position here at all, despite her expression. Soon that began to dwane too as Orisa began to cite rule upon rule upon rule... Maybe this job wasn't worth it after all. "Uh, oh? Oh right, my ID." She had zoned off for a moment there, though who could blame her? "It's in my inner jacket pocket. Can't reach it. Just drop me and I'll show it to you, it's not like I can outrun you anyway." And besides the police in Numbani are probably way easier to fool than you, though she didn't voice that thought.
 
Orisa:
Her eyes narrow as she assesses that statement. The woman's arms were free, but she did have a pretty tight grip on her upper chest... Ah, the gun! That had been harder to reach than anything in her jacket should be. "The only way you wouldn't be able to reach your identification is if it were in my grip, and I do not feel it. Do you have a valid ID to present or is that an additional infraction?... Is your presence in this city legal?" Orisa sounds mildly concerned now, she doesn't have a precedent on what to do with criminals who don't fall under her jurisdiction, even if the law was still, of course, broken.
 
Sombra:
"¡Oh vamos!" What was this omnic's problem? Normally she would be able to hack her way past an annoying robot in an instant but now she couldn't and had to deal with their incessant logic. "Fine! I don't have a stupid ID. Take me to the police then, let them deal with me instead of an unauthorized omnic cop wannabe." Sombra would have given Orisa a kick if that hadn't resulted in another tirade, so she let herself hang in her grip and just glare sourly into the omnic's eyes.
 
Orisa:
Uncertainty creeps into her mind, a very unfamiliar feeling. "I... do not believe the Numbani law enforcement is authorized/equipped to handle illegal immigration and transit. Hm." After a few seconds of deliberation she lowers Sombra so her feet are on the ground before letting go, gun still trained on her. "Is there some sort of contingency for this situation?" She's just thinking out loud at this point. "How am I to handle this solo...? Or is it a government issue?" 
 
Sombra:
What was this? An opening? She had found a breach in Orisa's defenses: lack of knowledge! She could use this to her advantage, as long as she played her cards right. "Okay so I might be a criminal, but I will help you out. Either you take me to the police and you will make the whole station scramble to figure out the problem, or... You can just give me some swift justice here yourself and then you will be able to go on out on patrol again! What if an old lady gets run over by a bus because you weren't there to stop it? Imagine." Not the best logic, but hopefully sound enough.
 
Orisa:
"Despite our positions, that makes some sense... " Her hand goes to her chin. She had no handcuffs, no means of detaining her for a long period of time, and simply injuring or killing her seems... brutish, now that she's actually being compliant... Her dilemma is visible, until an idea suddenly dawns on her and she perks back up. "Ah! I believe I have the solution. I recently acquired an attachment that I did not know the purpose of, it must be just for situations like this!" With a literal ^v^ face, she actually bounces a little in excitement. Exploring new facets of her job was so cool! "The man in the modifications store DID say it was "perfect for somebody like me"." 
 
Sombra:
The OR15's that Sombra had researched would not have been so lenient when it came to punishing, even here in Numbani. But Orisa was different, shown when she hadn't blown her head off when the gun came out. "Uh, sure! I mean it's only fair that I get some kind of punishment, I have been... Naughty." Chuckling a little to herself she adjusted her clothes some and tapped her nails to her chin, waiting for Orisa to bring out whatever the attachment was. "I'll warn you that I do not like being tazed; it really messes with my circuitry, as you can imagine."
 
Orisa:
"No worries, and you have my sympathy on that one." She swivels a little, sizing up the alley, and deciding the only notable escape route at the moment, were the criminal to attempt to escape her punishment, is back out the way Orisa came, so she quickly drops a barrier. The triangular, football net-like lattice blocks off the entire width of the passage and, as a bonus, gives off a soothing blue light. "If you remain compliant in the dispensing of punishment this will go much smoother." There's some sort of clunking noise as a plate or compartment shifts around near Orisa's rear end, and it almost sounds like she sighs a little in relief afterwards. "First, I will need you to get underneath me."
 
Sombra:
Ah, the barrier. She recognized it from the few points of data she had been able to gather about Orisa, but seeing it in person was impressive. It was pretty dang huge, blocking off the entire allyway. Sombra wasn't going to complain though, the last thing she wanted was some pleb watching her get handcuffed or whatever Orisa had in store. "I already told you, I am not going to mess with you any more compadre. I'll be as compliant as a thief caught redhanded." Shrugging smugly she tried to look at Orisa as the odd clonks began to sound, not seeing anything fold out on the sides of the quadrupedal machine. "Underneath... Huh." Unsure but curious, she ducked underneath Orisa's body, shimmying her way beneath her legs. And then, she stopped, jaw dropping.
 
Orisa:
Between Orisa's hefty rear legs hangs a long, limp cock, shaped like that of a horse, in front of a very impressively fat scrotum, which wobbles a little from having been dropped out of her body. It gradiates from a bright banana-yellow at the tip to being lime green by the sheathe, somewhat matching Orisa's color scheme. The panels of her underside rearrange as Sombra watches, eventually becoming seamless as if it was a completely normal part of her groin. She's not hard yet, but even flaccid she had to be somewhere around a foot long already. "Do you see it?"
 
Sombra:
One thing would have to be made clear here; as a hacker scouring the internet, sometimes you stumble upon the weird and obscene. Sombra was no stranger to equine genitals, and she had even found pictures of some sex omnics that had been outfitted with such to appeal to the foreign fetishes of humans. But this one was large, in all senses of the word. And strangely organic, she noted as she stared at the flaccid cock. This was not just mere plastic, silicone did not come looking that real (though certainly in that color). "Er... Yes. Though I am wondering if someone is accessing my retina implants to mess with me. Or I wished someone was. What do I... do?"
 
Orisa:
"Based on my cursory scanning of the internet just now, it seems there are several options." There was a surprising amount of demonstrative media on punishing criminals! It was very helpful. Will the wonders of the internet never cease? "If you wish to remain clothed, you may use your hands or mouth to stimulate it, otherwise I believe I am to understand that you have other ports on your body that can be used." She takes a single step forward and her package looms closer to Sombra, almost ominously so. "Since you are being cooperative, I will leave it up to your discretion."
 
Sombra:
Yep, the dumb robot was actually suggesting that she should suck it off. Sombra leaned back instinctively as Orisa's new endowment threatened to push against her, eyeing the cock with a mix of disgust and incredulousness. "... Demonio, you were not kidding about the punishment. This is no way to treat a criminal." And no way to treat Sombra. However, she began to give the idea a little bit of consideration, if only for necessity's sake. If she didn't do this, Orisa might bring her to the police station or, even worse, get violent. Out of the corner of her eye she could still see her gun but it was too far away to get without the omnic noticing first. If there was one thing you could count on when it came to robots, they rarely got distracted. "Again, fine. You drive a hard bargain, Orisa. But if you let me go free after this then I will accept this sentence." Retreating her fingernails so that they weren't jutting out like small knives, she leaned closer once again and, after a deep breath, placed both her hands on each side of the massive yellow rod. She slowly pushed them forwards, getting a good distance before she pulled back again. The flat head was practically pointing at her face but she couldn't really avoid that. 
 
Orisa:
The response is immediate, the cock jumping a little in Sombra's grip and beginning to harden. Big thick droplets of something start to pool at the tip and roll down. What is that, lubricant or- no, not that's definitely real pre-cum, the smell becomes pretty strong after a few seconds. The shaft itself actually seems to be fairly slick, lubrication must be built in. "O-ooh! That..." If she could she would blush, instead shuddering a little. She's not sure criminal punishment is meant to feel good, but who was she to argue with tried and tested means? "I believe that is the correct method!"
 
Sombra:
There was no doubt some sort of biological synthetic process going on inside Orisa's nuts. What impressed Sombra was that not only was it already leaking from just being slightly rubbed and still flaccid, but that the volume was substantial. You really can't trust all omnics. "If I may ask, where did you get this? I thought some kid built you, no?" Sombra did her best to shuffle to the side so that she was not directly in front of the cockhead, trying to focus more on the rubbing than the liquid. It felt like real flesh when she touched it, the same temperature and actually throbbing. "Should I do something like this too?" One of her hands slid up and cupped Orisa's equivalent of balls, one orb being enough to fill her palm. She very gently squeezed it, trying to gauge the robot's reaction.
 
Orisa: 
"I walked into a modification shop one day looking for cosmetics and the man behind the counter recommended it to me! He said it was a "must have"." One of her front hooves paws at the ground a little as she starts to get more turned on without understanding what that means. "Wait, why is Efi's age relevant to my attach- Ah!~" Turns out her nuts are very sensitive, and she groans a little when Sombra starts to grope one of them. "Yes, that is very good. I-I mean I think that will help!" Why is she getting so flustered! This was getting awfully confusing, but as a consummate professional, she wasn't going to let that stop her for even a moment. "... Please continue, ma'am."
 
Sombra:
"Huh, I suppose even sex shops need to keep their business going somehow." she muttered to herself, wondering what kind of perverse person would suggest that to what was essentially a police officer. Shrugging it off she instead continued to lightly knead Orisa's sack, fingering her scrotum and being generally dexterous with her digits. It seemed like treating Orisa's package like a real albeit sensitive cock was enough to make the robot hesitate and make tiny faults, so Sombra was going to exploit that to her full potential. Her other hand had started to properly jerk off the shaft, though she couldn't even wrap her entire hand around its spongy surface, but she knew that it wouldn't do. "Continue? So you want more?" Making a rash decision she pressed her lips against the shaft just past the sheath, her tongue going out to lick the moist surface and lather it with her own saliva. She was not holding back at all; in the back of her head she even saw herself overloading Orisa's system, even if that was close to an impossibility!
 
Orisa:
Orisa just straight up moans in response, her whole body pushing forward for a second when she feels a mouth on the side of her virgin shaft. "That is gooood... Um!" Her whole cock jumps a little in Sombra's grip. "You are doing well! I am... enjoying this?" Getting hot and bothered without knowing what sex even is was rough. "Keep going!" For some reason she feels she needs to look around to make sure nobody's watching, even though they're theoretically doing nothing shameful. "C-could you do more with your mouth, miss...?"
 
Sombra:
If there was one thing Sombra was sure of, it was that the moan was genuine. Grinning internally she gave the shaft a few more licks before popping off, having to wipe some spittle off her chin. "Of course, since you ask so kindly." Sombra started to trail kisses along the shaft, going further out and thus giving the stroking hand less surface to work on. Eventually she just let it cup the head, ignoring the sensation of pre running down her palm and instead circling a finger along the rim. The shaft was nearing an impressive two feet, feeling almost fully hard and standing up a lot on its own. Her mouth was nearing the head and seeing no point in delaying the inevitable, Sombra braced herself and started to lick the flat tip, her tongue briefly moving over the divit where the pre was oozing out of and then going further up.
 
Orisa:
"Nnnngh!" Sombra's tongue sends sparks of a completely unfamiliar feeling up Orisa's cock, and she loves it. Moaning again quietly, she needily presses her tip against Sombra's mouth and even scrunches her eyes shut, or the closest thing she can do. "Ahh, th-that is very good." Her other foot stamps at the ground a few times now, and on the last one there's a sickening crunch as the edge of her hoof crushes the barrel of Sombra's gun. There's no way it could fire a bullet now, much to Orisa's embarrassment. "U-uh... Let's just say you didn't bring a weapon, and in exchange I won't ask if you have a permit for this firearm." 
 
Sombra:
Having the cockhead press against her mouth while she was exploring it with her tongue meant that the tip pressed up against her lips, making her grunt quietly in surprise before she pulled back. Just in time to hear a sickening crunch, her head turning swiftly just in time to see Orisa lift her foot and reveal the leftovers of her precious gun. "Oh come on." she angrily muttered, having already accepted that she might not get the gun back but still angry to see such a beautiful piece of equipment lost. She couldn't argue with Orisa's suggestion though, and before she could give it much thought the fat horsecock was prodding her cheek again. Wiping away the precum smeared on her face, she pressed her mouth back up against the flat tip, her tongue making several trips over the cumslit and circling the urethra. Her hands were pumping the rod for full by now, squeezing the synthetic meat delicately between her fingers and feeling it squish slightly as she dragged along its length.
 
Orisa:
Awash in unfamiliar feelings and emotions, Orisa lets out a quiet "A-aahh..." when Sombra returns to work. Sombra would obviously be able to taste the trickle of precum, some of which flicks into her mouth when Orisa's cock jumps and twitches a little, clearly excited for its debut performance. "I believe... That my attachment has been fully activated!" It's a good thing she's not trying to dirty talk, because if she was she would be terrible. Every few seconds Orisa thrusts forward gently without thinking about it, not enough to force anything, but even a small push is still a push with that much girth.
 
Sombra:
Sombra almost got a surprise mouthful of horsecock as Orisa pushed forwards, making a small "Mmf!" before managing to reel back. She hadn't been prepared for that. Once she heard Orisa confirm that things were going smoothly she quietly said "Let's get this over with then." to herself, pressing her lips back against the slit. It was always nice to be appreciated for her work, since normally she had to make sure she left as little of a trace as possible. The same probably applied in this scenario; better not make a mess. And as far as she knew there was only one way to do that which wouldn't end with her brains splattered on the ground, sort of defeating the purpose. Groaning internally she gave Orisa's flat head a final lick before spreading her lips as wide as possible, mashing the pink mounds against its front. Slooowly she felt the head slip into her mouth, her tongue being treated directly to the equine faux dick's precum.
 
Orisa:
Orisa gasps, eyes widening a little when she suddenly feels warmth around the tip of her cock. "Y-yes! I think I like this!" It would seem she's slowly forgetting that she's supposed to be administering a punishment, or at least is losing the attitude for it. It's easy to become distracted when the perp's lips are wrapped around your shaft like a soft vice with the intent to milk out your virginity. It would have been noticeable before, but now that it's actually in Sombra's mouth it would be impossible to ignore that it tastes just like real cock too, but not human cock. The precum dribbling out is more potent than a human's too. She pushes forward again, mostly just pushing Sombra's head back since she's not anchored. "Please, continue!" 
 
Sombra:
It wasn't hard to guess what had inspired the cock-taste that Sombra felt on her tongue, but she wasn't keen on thinking too much about that. This scenario was perverse enough and she remained staunchly focused on doing this just so that she could get away from the law enforcement. And whatever this omnic was. With the strong taste of precum remaining in her mouth she clenched her eyes shut and pushed forwards, feeling the rubbery head push deeper and ending up almost at her throat, the hacker's tongue pressed flat against the bottom of her mouth. This meant that the powerful seed wasn't squired directly onto her tastebuds, though she still had to constantly swallow due to the constant output of the tangy fluid. At least Orisa was enjoying it, and if all went well this would be over soon.
 
Orisa:
At this point the centaur was making lots of cute little noises, endurance wearing thin quicker than it might were this not her first time. One front 'hoof' suddenly is flat against Sombra's back and the back two are repositioning a little to let her thrust more efficiently. Which she does, going from occasional pushing to steady pistoning back and forth by a few inches. Her eyes are screwed tightly shut. "Ah-hh!~ I am close to finishing! I-..." She seems to lose track of that thought in the wet softness of Sombra's mouth, instead pushing against her back a little harder to deepen her thrusts.
 
Sombra:
Sombra found herself unable to push herself backwards at all the moment Orisa repositioned herself, the leg pressing into her back being as unmoving as a wall. It made it impossible for her to avoid the thrusts as they forced the rod deeper into her mouth to the point that the flat head pushed against the back of it. Due to the angle it couldn't go any further, thankfully, but it did give Orisa plenty of room to move back and forth, and Sombra was forced to bob her head in rhythm. Tears were starting to form in her eyes as each deep thrust triggered her gag reflex but hearing that the goal was close made her steel her resolve and continue, hands squeezing the yellow shaft now mottled pink with her lipstick. 
 
Orisa:
The gagging was a little unpleasant but right now Orisa couldn't give a single fuck about Sombra's enjoyment, presently considering her just a warm and wet tool for her pleasure. As she gets close to climax her pace increases drastically, accelerating a little with every thrust. "Oh, yes... Ohh... Ohh!!" Despite being an omnic, Orisa cries out pretty loudly and passionately when she begins to feel her first ever orgasm explode through her, the mounting enjoyment finally reaching a satisfying payoff. For the first few seconds she continues to loudly fuck Sombra's mouth, but promptly switches to firmly plugging the entrance to Sombra's throat with her tip, the blunt head's urethral opening lined up perfectly to begin depositing thick, thick horse spunk into Sombra's throat.
 
Sombra:
It was like being hit in the throat with a jackhammer, but Sombra endured and took each thrust in stride, though she had squeezed her eyes shut from the effort. The loud noises coming from the omnic were worrying; she didn't want anyone to walk in on the pair and see her partake in something so depraved, but soon her thoughts were turned elsewhere as the horsecock was rammed deep into her maw. Suddenly her throat was blocked off by a deluge of fluid, forcing its way past her gag reflex and dumping directly into her stomach. Her eyes shot wide open in surprise, the hacker being forced to swallow down the extremely gooey substance, the flared head blocking any from seeping back up. In just a matter of moments she felt full but the Niagara of jizz was so overwhelming that she had no choice but to let it flood her throat.
 
Orisa:
Orisa cums a lot, as is to be expected with her huge sack and the fact that she got this thing from some sort of sex shop that carries two foot horse cocks. It's not too extreme yet though, and before Sombra's stomach starts to suffer too much the flow tapers off, each shot containing less and less until there's just a few small squirts. Orisa is sighing quietly in relief, feeling much more relieved, not having realized how pent up she was. "I appreciate your skill and compliance, and I hope you fully appreciate this punishment. Now..." She pulls back, loosening her hold on Sombra's back, promptly making her flare pop out from the cybercriminal's lips. It's sopping wet and flicks a little saliva off, but it's completely cum free. "How would you like the next one?"
 
Sombra:
Sombra was not the kind of person to gorge on food, so the unexpected filling she got was enough of a meal for her to last. If she could manage to keep it in that is, but the shock of it was enough for her to just cough and splutter up a few wads of jism as Orisa pulled out. Her hand went up to rub at her sore jaw and throat, swallowing repeatedly in an attempt to clear her airways. "M-Maldito..." she cursed to herself, falling back down onto her butt now that she was no longer kept in place by a hoof and dick. The hacker wouldn't get much relief however. "Next one? Nonono, this was the deal! I do this for you and you let me go. You thrust that thing into my mouth for fucks sake!"
 
Orisa:
"You had more than one serious offense, ma'am. You are still rather lucky that I am letting you off with what amounts to a slap on the wrist instead of incarceration." Orisa's cock brushes on the top of Sombra's head for just a moment before drooping back down in front of her face. It's still rock hard. "And I do not like your tone." She's very serious about this, probably just as serious as when she had the barrel of her gun against the hacker's head.
 
Sombra:
"What!? I think giving you a god damn blowjob should count for what I have done!" Sombra exclaimed in anger, raising her hand to slap the enormous tool away but deciding against it. She did not want to do anything immediately hostile towards the omnic... In this position at least. "You listed like hundeds of 'offenses' earlier, how many times do you think I would go through doing this? La puta." If she couldn't slap it at least she could keep it from being right in her face, so she pushed it to the side, looking back over her shoulder between Orisa's front legs. "I'm not taking this back into my mouth."
 
Orisa:
"Once, perhaps twice more." There's the angry defiance she had been expecting a little more of up to this point. Alas, Orisa has no real means to roll her eyes. "I still have the authority in this situation, and you are still in very hot water, miss. Continuing to comply would be in your best interest." She doesn't make a direct threat, but she lets her gun arm relax, making it visible from underneath her. "You are perfectly free to not use your mouth again."
 
Sombra:
"... Once more." Sombra muttered, grimacing at the sight of the massive gun. At least she now knew Orisa wasn't overcompensating. "But good, I won't use my mouth then. I'll just get you off quick and simple and then we can both continue on with out business." As she said that her hands wrapped around the length once more, starting to stroke along the meaty length. It might take longer but she wasn't going to give the omnic the satisfaction of using her mouth again, or any other hole for that matter.
 
Orisa:
"Indeed." Orisa tenses a little when she feels Sombra's hands again, a little more sensitive than before her orgasm, but not as bad as a human would have it. Her flare pulses a little bit, dripping precum again, her package even wafting off a little scent now that it's been broken in a little, something an omnic definitely shouldn't have. After a few seconds she has a realization, perking up a bit. "While I am perfectly agreeable to you continuing with only your hands, especially with your technique" she starts to almost sound a little salacious there "I feel it's only fair to remind you that with the volume of my output you will be getting rather wet, as per our agreement." 
 
Sombra:
It was hard to believe that the omnic had been created only months prior, with its reactions seeming quite different to what one would expect from a complete newbie. This worried Sombra, who suspected that Orisa was not going to follow her word, but the constant reminder that she was stroking a very exquisite replica of a horsedong was pretty distracting. "Oh really? I'll just move to the side, I'm not going to risk you ruining more of my equipment." With her clothing being modified personally by herself to include wires into its seams, she prefered not to get it wet by any fluid. She took a deep breath, inhaling some of Orisa's scent in the process, and continued on dragging her fingers along the shaft. Though this time she experimented with using her hacking gloves to send small, small electrical currents from her fingertips, hoping to see a reaction.
 
Orisa:
"I said, as per our agreement, you will be getting rather wet. The ejaculate fluid is your punishment, avoiding it means avoiding your punishment. You will remain within the splash zone." She stamps one hoof against the ground firmly to assert her authoritative tone, but shudders a little when Sombra starts sending tingles up her shaft. She shivers quietly before responding. "You are clearly quite practiced at this, which is worrying, but also very pleasant. An interesting dilemma..."
 
Sombra:
When Orisa stomped her foot down Sombra stopped her ministrations, freezing up at the implication of her punishment. Again, she had no wish for her clothes to get stained, and she doubted Orisa would allow her to spend the many minutes getting undressed. On the other hand she didn't want to have her jaw stretched out or taste the thick... fluid again either. There seemed to be only one choice and she did not like it. "Hmpf, my skills are none of your concern. And you are a puta. However..." Holding her breath she slid one hand down to her crotch, sending a small electrical current along it, which miraculously parted the seams to the fabric until there was an opening. Sombra's wet snatch became exposed to the cold alley air and in an act of unwilling submission she turned herself around, going down on her hands and knees. "You were going to make me end up like this sooner or later, weren't you?" she commented slyly, looking over her shoulder at the menacingly large rod. "Just not the entire things, comprender?"
 
Orisa:
"I understand that my appendage is rather large for insertions into a human being, I will attempt not to impart any injuries." Orisa takes a moment to work out how she'll need to be positioned to penetrate until her knees lock into place with her flare just barely brushing against Sombra's pussy lips. Feeling a real pussy for the first time excites her and makes her cock throb hard, but she tries to remain focused. She pushes forward gently a few times, mostly just rubbing her tip up and down Sombra's lips, even flicking her clit once on accident. "Hmm... This would be easier if I were a biped. Can you use your hand to line this up for just a moment?"
 
Sombra:
Had Sombra known that Orisa was at risk of being unable to control her excitement, something a human might assume wouldn't be a risk regarding computer people, she might have been even more worried than she was at the moment. But any worry was offset by the warmth of Orisa's dick pressing up against her nethers, the sensation making her shiver and dig her fingers a little bit deeper into the ground. She had to gnaw on her lip to not grunt at having her clit brushed against and the constant rubbing to her lips was distracting to say the least. "Ugh, fine." she replied, reaching back with one of her hands to realign the tool. She didn't grasp too firm so not to keep Orisa from thrusting forwards, grasping it just enough to put the flat horsecock head against her pussylips. "Better?"
 
Orisa:
The instant Sombra says anything Orisa pushes with all of her might. As it turns out, having the girth of a horse isn't an issue when you really really want it to go in. Her tip pops in despite flare and Orisa perks up a little. "Yes, that was better!" She says, rather chipper, before pushing in a little more, testing Sombra's pussy for capacity. "I wonder how much I will be able to fit, it may be unprofessional but I rather enjoy using this!" She sinks in another inch and grunts. "Tell me if I begin to cause you too much pain."
 
Sombra:
As soon as Orisa brutally pushed forward Sombra lost her composure, her hand losing its hold on the cock to help hold her body up as her cunt was being stretched. Not that Orisa needed any further guidance, the flat head her forcing her nether lips apart and fastening itself secure inside of her cooch, giving it no rest from the stretching. "H-haaanhh!" Sombra's hands had clenched up into fists and once the first thrust was over she realized she had been holding her breath, which soon was let out so that she could start panting. "I-It is fine!" she grunted in response. Feeling more slide in made her shiver and groan louder, the woman doing her best to get used to the massive girth. 
 
Orisa:
Orisa does a few more gentle pushes before stopping, really wanting to control herself and be as deliberate as possible. With a deep breath (or the equivalent of one for an omnic) she pulls back just a little, then pushes back in, slowly, to where she was before. Rather considerate love making considering her massive shaft and the fact that she doesn't know what love making is. After doing this for a few moments she pushes a little deeper, but persistently, pushing and pushing, gently but without relent. She really does want to see just how much Sombra's snatch can take, mentally keeping track as inch after inch sinks in with excruciating slowness.
 
Sombra:
A myriad of emotions were going through Sombra's head as the massive tool inched its way deeper into her nethers, a very obvious deformation starting to show in her abdomen. Shame, hate, anger, lust, delight... Luckily she could distract herself by trying and failing to suppress various small grunts and moans whenever Orisa added another inch of faux horsecock to her body. Her legs trembled, though it was hard not to notice that the hard throbbing shaft allowed her to shift part of her weight onto it. "Damn robot." she silently muttered to herself only to give in to another moan as her cunt was penetrated further. The bump had grown considerably and was up past her navel at that point with plenty of shaft remaining. For a human she was doing surprisingly well actually! Though considering it was Sombra the odds were she had upgraded her "hardware", so to speak.
 
Orisa:
A few inches past the middle Orisa decides that's enough for now and stops, switching to a slow, consistent push and pull, back and forth. The precision of being a machine allows her to hit the exact same spot in length each time she pushes forward, making her technique very exact. Until after about twenty seconds she gets bored and starts to push harder with each thrust, instincts that she shouldn't even have driving her to fuck with passion and strength. She begins to grunt as the walls of Sombra's cunt, never designed to fit a horse's cock, drag along the sides of her flare and make her feel sexual pleasure that she literally did not know existed ten minutes ago. With three fourths of her shaft in Sombra and counting, she seems determined to plunge all of it inside, despite what they agreed beforehand. "Ungh! Wow, this is... wonderful!"
 
Sombra:
It was... well, something, that was for sure. It was humiliating beyond belief to be pounded by a quadrupedal omnic, not to mention one owning a horsecock, and for each inch that pushed in Sombra got to experience the alien sensation anew. But for all the embarrassment she would have to endure if this ever became known by someone other than the two, and as much as she hated to admit it, the rhythmic thrusts were incredibly pleasurable. Even when Orisa was going slow the thickness of her shaft was enough to make shivers constantly run down Sombra's spine. Which meant that when the omnic began to speed up and get deeper the hacker had to hold her breath to not let out a moan, sweat running down her face and fingers digging into the dirt. With a shaky voice she finally, quietly admitted "Y-Yes. Oh god yes.", hiding her face against the ground. 
 
Orisa:
Orisa heard that, what with her impeccable mechanical hearing, but she's far more concerned with rutting this criminal than humiliating her, so she lets it slide. She's really giving Sombra a proper fuck at this point, speeding up bit by bit, the noise gradually growing in proportion to how hard they're going at it. "So very tight!" She exclaims before pushing even deeper, only a few inches left to go. And not for very long, as with a few longer, deeper thrusts she finally feels herself go balls deep, sack slapping quietly against Sombra's legs. Not that she stops for more than a second, getting right back into the fucking but now doing it as deep as she can manage. "M-my apologies, but I am most impressed, you are handling this much better than expected!"
 
Sombra:
When you haven't had a cock even half as big you tend to be on the tight side, Sombra thought, but she felt it unnecessary to pass on this wisdom to Orisa who seemed to have no problem pounding her until she was permanently stretched. As the cock went deeper the hacker's moans got louder, her inhibitions crushed under the hoof of a metallic beast. The moment her brain managed to process that the leathery things slapping against her thighs were Orisa's sack and that she had subsequently fit the entire thing inside of her, she let out what could only be described as a surprised squeak before pressing her face back into the ground. "I-It's... torture!" she grunted, though from the sound of her voice it did not seem like it was the unwanted kind.
 
Orisa:
Just assuming that Sombra's trying to fuck with her, the omnic peacekeeper keeps plowing away at full strength, or what seemed to be full strength a moment ago, until she suddenly picks up the pace without losing any of the pushing power or depth. She's moaning openly now, not worried about why it feels so good or why she wants to continue doing it or why it's making her like this criminal a lot more than when they started. She just needs to breed this cunt as hard as she can, driving Sombra into the dirt a little with each thrust now, and every few thrusts accompanied by a deep grunt.
 
Sombra:
One pro and con with having sex with an omnic is that they can more or less literally fuck you like a jackhammer. Sombra's breath got knocked out of her from the sudden increase in pace, the immense 2 feet rod pounding into her chest. At that point the hacker lost all sense of decency and posture, her body slumping safe for the knees holding her up, hands feebly trying to hold on to the ground but only ending up making drag marks into the dirt with her fingers. She couldn't help herself from crying out in ecstasy anymore and had it not been for the previously placed barrier it would have been more than enough to catch the attention of some passerby. Maybe that would have stopped the fucking, or perhaps Orisa would have just continued with her sick sense of justice. Either way Sombra was stuck getting ravaged by the ominc's horsecock, and with more than a little embarrassment feeling herself reach her peak.
 
Orisa:
Orisa might have been able to go for a while, if she really wanted to, but without holding back and a misunderstanding of her actions, she's not going to take much longer. Especially when Sombra cums first and tightens around her. Half a minute later it starts to show, her consistent pounding slowing pace every few seconds as she gets so dangerously close to release it's amazing she doesn't blow much sooner, teetering on the edge as she plumbs Sombra's depths, until finally, finally it overwhelms her. Her flare swells and her sack tightens as it pumps cum deep into the criminal's cooch, but Orisa doesn't slow at all. When her loud moaning begins, it's still accompanied by the slapping of her thrusts meeting Sombra's behind.
 
Sombra:
Sombra thought that her own orgasm had lasted long; the impossibly wide horsecock seemed to keep her constantly stuck on her high and even with Orisa's jittery thrusts they were strong enough to make sure that by the end of it the hacker found herself lying on the ground, gasping for air and drooling with barely any attempt to support herself. But it wasn't over. Orisa's dick could be seen swelling through the bump in Sombra's clothes the moments before she blew her load, and when the first torrent of rich white horseseed was dumped into the outlaw's snatch it had nowhere to go. The flared head provided enough of a plug to keep it there along with the subsequent loads, though some noisily squirted out along the throbbing shaft despite this. Sombra had no more air in her lungs to yell with so Orisa had make enough noise for the both of them, which wasn't especially hard considering how loud the sound of robotic crotch and faux balls hitting Sombra's thighs was. 
 
Orisa:
If this part of town had more foot traffic they definitely would have attracted some onlookers by now even with the barrier. Orisa is loud, and her thick, durable sack hitting Sombra with each thrust was almost as noisy. As is appropriate for her large package and its horsey inspiration, her orgasm is suitably ridiculously large as well, even larger than her first one earlier. After just a moment of it Sombra's cunt is already so full as to show a bulge in her midsection, which only inflates bigger as it continues over the next few moments accompanied by the sound of bits of cum splattering to the floor behind her. When she has no more cum to give Orisa groans in extreme satisfaction and finally stops fucking, although she remains balls deep instead of pulling out, of course. "H... Hoo... Holy [EXPLETIVE CANCELED]. Uh. How are you holding up, friend?"
 
Sombra:
Time had stopped being relevant to Sombra. The omnic's motions had been so rough and intense she could have sworn she blacked out for a moment, or perhaps with all the sparks flashing before her eyes "whited" out might have been the more appropriate term. Either way she found herself pretty much faceplanting the dirt, panting like a maniac and having every shift of her body send a burst of blissful ecstasy to her brain. Which, with Orisa stirring her monstrous rod inside of her, was all the time. The plan to keep her clothes clean had somewhat backfired from the streams of equine jism rolling down her thighs but at least it was nothing that a few towels couldn't handle. For now. But while her apparel managed to get by relatively unscathed Sombra's mind was somewhere else, apparent by the fact it took several seconds for her to respond, and even then she had to clear her throat first. "F... Fine." As fine as one can be when you've had your cunt filled to the point of bloating and then some more. Orisa hadn't been the only one with a learning experience.
 
Orisa:
Orisa nods and starts to gently, agonizingly slowly, pull out. "Good. I believe it became clear while we were... interacting that it stopped being a punishment activity." She's feeling a little awkward, but also sort of relaxed. It's weird to say the least. "If I am being honest I do not mind, as I believe you have learned your lesson, but I would like to, erm... thank you. For the wonderful feelings." Her medial ring pops out, squelching even more cum out of Sombra.
 
Sombra:
Sombra wasn't sure whether Orisa was pulling out so slowly due to kindness or to "punish" her further, but either way she had to shudder and grunt as the cock rubbed against her insides one last time, the flared head dragging along her abused walls and leaving behind a sizable bump of fluids. "Ye-" she started, only to be interrupted by the medial ring exiting her, causing a gasp to escape her lips. "Yes! I have. I have learned my lesson." Sombra always did her best to appear as an enigma but this time her voice sounded truthful. "I... De nada." She wasn't going to thank someone for shoving a 2 foot dick into her. At least not openly.
 
Orisa:
When there's only about half of a foot to go Orisa just tugs on it and pulls it the rest of the way out at once. Orisa doesn't personally see the gape this leaves of course but she feels pretty sure it happened. "As long as you do not attempt to hack me again, I will be amicable in the off chance we meet again. Maybe next time you will introduce yourself." With quiet whirring noises she prints something out of her 'mouth' which falls to the ground near Sombra's face. It's a ticket with 'I hope you were satisfied with my level of assistance' written on it and a number to call if the recipient is ever in need of help again. Presumably this is Orisa's number. Quietly and spontaneously the barrier shuts itself off. 
 
Sombra:
It was impossible to hold back the grunt brought from Orisa pulling out, the same way it was impossible for Sombra to stop the veritable flow of jizz pouring from her gaping snatch. She muffles her groans against the dirt for a few moments, looking up just in time to see the small piece of paper drop down next to her. Crumpling up the note in her palm and pushing herself up at the same time, Sombra crawls out from underneath Orisa and slowly makes her way to a standing position, leaning against the alley wall for support. It left her right in front of the imposing robot, looming over her once more. "I'll... consider it. Try to not fuck anyone over a parking ticket though. Bueno?" 
 
Orisa:
"I will review and research the details of the action we just performed before I consider using it again for any severity of offense, I assure you." She pauses for a moment. "... Unless perhaps it is requested. We shall see. Take care." Orisa trots away first, leaving 'hoof' prints on the ground as she returns to the street accompanied by a few quiet thunks when she puts her junk away.
 
Sombra:
Considering it meant that she was officially off the hook, Sombra was more than glad to see the omnic go. Yet there was a nagging thought in the back of her mind which seemed to grow ever since the surprisingly realistic horsecock bottomed out in her. Pushing it away, she gave the omnic a final glare, not wanting to betray any emotions. She knew that Orisa's face was unmoving save for her eyes but she couldn't help herself from feeling that she was being smirked at from behind those steel features. 
 
After picking up the remains of her gun she began to make her way down the opposite end of the alley, one hand on her stomach still bloated from the massive volume of Orisa's seed. With her cloaking device activating all that remained in the alley were hoofprints, drag marks and ludicrous amounts of white goo, some of which followed deeper into the alley leaving a trail behind the defeated hacker.
 
It wasn't until she was safely back at her hotel room that Sombra noticed that, despite the turmoil of getting back unnoticed with jizz constantly dripping onto the ground from her, she still had a small piece of paper in her hand. As she lay on her bed, all cum finally squeezed out of her abused pussy, that nagging thought came back once again. Hmm... The hotel did allow omnics after all, and the corridors were pretty wide... With one hand Sombra reached for her phone, while the other began to rapidly tap on a nearby keyboard.
 
This time however, she would be prepared.