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It didn’t surprise Robert that there was a secret abandoned room in SDN, nor did it shock him that it was what remained of HR. No, what shocked him the most was that an HR department existed in the first place. Robert didn't even believe it at first when Waterboy stammered something about a hidden office that Sonar wasn’t leaving.
“It-it just isn’t safe… I-I know Sonar is strong, b-but I don’t think that bat powers can really stop asb-asbpe-abstinent fib-”
“Asbestos?”
“Y-yeah, asbestos.”
“I fucking wish Sonar got abstinent poisoning,” Prism said, entering the room with Flambae in tow, interrupting the dispatcher and hero’s conversation. “I swear to God I saw him looking at Twitter porn on the job yesterday; it wasn’t even like the normal shit. I swear there was a horse.”
“A horse?” Robert questioned.
“Yeah bitch, a horse,” Flambae elaborated. “I saw it too. Oh it was like a cartoon of some dude fucking a white pony girl thing. It wasn’t even sexy that rabid fucker was jacking off to mid horse porn.”
“Flambae, you are-aren’t you know… into women-N-NOT THAT THERE'S ANYTHING WRONG WITH THAT-but m-maybe you a-are not the-the best judge of straight-” Waterboy stammered before getting punched in the gut by a very angry Flambae. As if on cue or maybe just because the sound of gurgling water and sizzling burning flesh colliding with wet spandex was louder than everyone thought it would be, Blonde Blazer appeared.
Realizing he had an out and did not have to explain pony porn to the blond blazer, Robert loudly picked up his cane and left.
“I’m going to find Sonar.” Robert all but yelled, silently wishing the click clacks of his cane were just a tad quieter “ya know, like a good dispatcher.”
It was almost funny; the tap of his half-broken cane on the ground sounded almost like hooves.
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Waterboy was right, the room really was a health hazard. A thick layer of dust covered every inch of the room, and with what little he could see, Robert was grateful, as that meant he would not have to see the garish-colored walls or the tacky posters. The lack of light helped, but that was more due to the lightbulbs going out before the moon landing than anything else.
Robert slowly walked in, making careful notes to try and not trip on one of the many old boxes or rusty nails that littered what little he could see of the room with his puny little human eyes. He took one wrong step and paused. Hefelt crumpled sticky paper on the sole of his shoe. Squinting to take a closer look at the thing, it was some old porn magazine made before the concept of a porn magazine was weird.
“Ew, gross… Hello? Sonar, you can’t stay in here, you are gonna get tetanus.”
Nothing.
“Sonar please, you can use Kalshi in any other room. This is a health risk, man.”
Robert could feel the decades of mold and dust seeping into his bones. He tries to put the little droplets of water that dripped onto his hair in the back of his mind.
“Sonar, I’m being serious. I-” In less than a second, the dispatcher was snatched from the ground. All of the air was unceremoniously knocked out of his lungs as he was grabbed, shaken, turned upside down, and then slammed into a thick wall of fur.
“Gruh-WHAT THE FUCK-“
The red glowing eyes shut him up instantly. Big, bright, and comically small on his head, Sonar looked truly like the monsters mothers would make up to scare their kids with. This Sonar looked different, far from as vicious as his usual monster form but far more feral. As if the few brain cells the coke hadn’t killed had committed mass suicide via drowning in the thick strings of drool leaking from the bat’s mouth.
Their breaths were heavy, Robert’s from stress and Sonar’s from god knows what. The bat examined his features, staring him up and down and sniffing the air like a hound dog.
“Sonar, let me go now” Robert demanded, his flat affect masking his fear. He looked down and noticed his cane had not only fallen but also broken. “Sonar, you’re paying for that. If you don’t let me go right now, I’m docking your pay for ableism!”
Robert’s commands fell on deaf ears. The bat only seemed to look at him more like a fine piece of meat. In lieu of the bat with ears bigger than Robert's head hearing him, Robert began to struggle.
Despite his malnourished frame, Robert was really strong. He could easily get his way out of a grapple with men who were twice his size. That's why he was so concerned when he couldn’t move his legs an inch.
That was what made Robert finally look up. Both of his spindly legs were being held in place by one of Sonar's feet; the other had an airtight grip on a large steel pipe on the ceiling. That wasn’t what made Robert gasp, though.
The thing that got him the most was the 19-inch leaking cock and the green “Mr. Handζ” dart still lodged in Sonar's thigh.
Mr. Handζ (it’s important that you pronounce the ζ correctly) had been an ugly thorn in the back of California for a while. The dude was infamous for fucking anything inhuman with a pulse; after being kicked out of every farm, zoo, and pet store on the continent, he “settled” for hybrids. Knowing his reputation as “Horse fucker Magee,” most Hybrids didn't want to be in 50 feet (or paws, hooves, or sometimes talons) of him, Mr.Handζ turned to some much more illegal methods to get his rocks off.
It helped that the back alley date rape drugs he made made Hybrids more beast-like. Unable to think about anything other than baseline animal instincts and sex, even the smartest hybrids' minds were reduced to nothing but hormone driven mush.
“…Fuck”
In an instant, Sonar's mouth latched onto Robert’s. His thick tongue ravaged the dispatcher's mouth; Robert couldn’t breathe as the bat's tongue thrust in and out of his throat, but never fully left his mouth. Sonar’s saliva slammed into and filled Robert’s throat as he got dizzy. Whether it be the lack of oxygen or the blood pooling in his head, everything felt heavy and yet light at the same time.
Sonar’s talons roughly groped Robert’s thin frame. Twisting and prodding at the little bit of flesh he had. His cock twitched as he played with his dispatcher's body like a doll.
Robert’s face had turned blue by the time Sonar was satisfied playing with him. His tongue violently snapped back, making a loud wet SMACK noise, leaving Robert to desperately gasp for air.
Disoriented and fighting for breath, Robert didn’t even register how he was turned, and his pants were smoothly torn clean off by one of Sonar's thick talons. Dazed, he looked up to see Sonar's thick cock looming over him.
It was as thick as Flambae's arm and as red as the flames that came out of it all, albeit with a little bit of pink at the tip. A little bit of pre-cum leaked from its spade-like tip as the rest squirmed, clearly looking for something to breed. Robert’s oxygen-starved, blood-drained brain thought of a tentacle before Sonar swiftly positioned himself to enter.
“W-wait, Sonar!” Robert screamed, knowing Sonar couldn’t understand and nobody else could hear him, “It won’t F-“
The bat held him in place, 2 winged arms holding his waist and one foot holding his legs as he slammed some of his cock into the dispatcher.
Robert saw stars at his employees' first thrust. The bits of Sonar's spit still in his throat quickly flew out of him as Sonar started to thrust like he was nothing but a cheap pocket pussy. The pain shook through Robert’s body; he tried to scream, but nothing came out but an almost silent whine. Sonar’s large head nuzzled the crying man’s neck, completely unaware of the pain he was causing. Slowly, Sonar pulled out before slamming some of himself back into Robert.
Tears hit the floor. Robert could feel everything and yet nothing at all. He tried to push away, to maybe get even just an inch away from the beast, but each thrust stunned him like a cow getting hit with a bolt pistol. His eyes half-lidded and tired, looked up as Sonar pulled himself out; his soft cock lay uselessly on his scarred stomach. He wanted desperately to think, to scream, or to just do anything to get the thing that used to be Sonar off of him, but the only thing his brain could muster was a “That’s pretty gonna scar.” Before.
SLAM
Sonar's thick cock rammed into him again as he let out a gasp. Now Robert could see the bulge in his stomach, how Sonar's flesh wriggled around in his body like they were meant to be one. It was the violations that shocked Robert the most; to his own horror, what got him was that his cock started to rise.
“N-no Sona-” he tried to reason with the beast, who couldn’t listen. Sonar, in turn, nibbled on his neck like a lover before slowly picking up the pace, finally satisfied with “preparing” his mate. Gurgled pants came out of Robert as more and more inches were forced into him, each thrust from the bat added more flesh than Robert thought was possible to even fit in him.
He could intimately feel the spade-like tip go deeper and deeper into places inside him he never thought would be touched. Tears, sweat, and saliva pooled on the brown beneath Robert as his own penis grew needy, all the dispatcher could do was whine and pant as pain and pleasure mixed in his gut. Sonar was vocal too; pleasured chirps and grunts left the bat's muzzle as he pushed Robert past his limits.
He couldn’t even think anymore. Every nerve in his body was focused on the sensation of Sonar inside him.
Red half-lidded eyes looked at Robert’s tear-stricken face like a lover. Like a puppy, the bat tilted its head to the side and started nibbling on the human's neck before violently pressing into him.
Robert’s lungs felt as if they were being hit by a freight train. Sonar's cock pushed through his organs, feeling up on all of his insides; he could feel the pitter-patter of Robert’s heart massaging his dick as he bottomed out. Robert let out a breathless moan as Sonar let himself settle for a bit, giving Robert a bit of reprieve.
Each inch made Robert’s head spin.
Being upside down probably didn’t help that.
The calm didn’t last for long. Quickly, Sonar started to truly fuck Robert like he was nothing but a toy to be rutted into. The sounds of sweaty flesh on fur filled the room as Robert took all of it. Each fast thrust knocked the air out of his lungs and hit his heart like a drum as Robert’s nervous system went haywire. Pleasured yelps and gurgles were all that could leave his broken body as Sonar's unrelenting lust took over.
He was seeing white. Flashes of stars and clouds in his peripheral vision grew as a familiar heat pooled in his groin. The room was spinning, and Sonar was only picking up his pace.
If he were in his right mind, he would have prayed to every god he could think of to stop this. But his mind had been reduced to little more than a pink pile of putty. So when Sonar's sharp fangs bit into the soft flesh of his neck as he went faster than Robert thought was even possible, all the human could do was let out a loud pathetic whine and cum.
The drugs in Sonar knew what to do. Instinctively letting out a roar, Sonar pulled Robert tighter as he orgasmed inside his thin frame. Gallons of cum poured into Robert like a waterfall. His usually gaunt stomach grew heavy and full of the monster's thick seed, unsatisfied or perhaps just doing as gravity intended, it didn’t stop there. Soon, thick eggshell white cum erupted from the dispatcher's mouth. It tasted like pineapple and blood on his tongue as Robert vomited it onto the remains of his cane, and his vision faded to white.
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“FUCK YOU, TWILIGHT SPARKLE IS NOT THE GAYEST HORSE!!!”
“KILL YOURSELF. SHE HAS BISEXUAL BANGS!!”
Waterboy had all but tapped out of the argument by now. All of the Z team was in the middle of the hallway, loudly threatening each other over my little pony. He had to admit he was a rarijack man himself, but he didn’t have it in him to actually fight on behalf of their honor. He would have left an hour ago if not for Golum and a crowd of angry heroes blocking the exit with their bodies.
Water leaked from his chest as Waterboy anxiously surveyed the area in hopes of finding a break in the seemingly endless wall of heroes talking about pony sizing. While he could not find anything else, something else caught his eye.
A huge bat carrying a barely conscious Robert in its mouth like a kitten.