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“Eyy, Robbie! Just the man I was looking for,” Sonar shouted across the bullpen, earning him more than just Robert's attention- something he didn't even seem bothered by.
It was nearing the end of Friday's shift, which had been suspiciously slow. Robert wouldn't complain though. Less crime was a good thing, even if it made work boring. He'd just been absentmindedly playing tug-of-war with Beef between random calls, wanting to give him some extra attention before Chase took him for the night.
Chase had pretty much assigned himself to dog-sitting duty once Friday night drinks with the Z-Team became a weekly thing, claiming that it was cruel to leave the dog alone at home.
Robert dropped the toy and stood up to direct an unimpressed glare at the bat across the room, who was already making his way to Robert's desk.
“Don't call me that. My dad was Robbie, you can call me anything but that,” Robert groused once Sonar was close enough that he wouldn't have to raise his voice.
“Psh, sure, Rob Zombie,” Sonar snarked, “Anyway, drinks are canceled tonight. Coop’s going to some nerdy book thing, and Punch’s going with her, then Flambae cancelled for whatever reason, so. . .” He trailed off, shrugging his shoulders.
Shit, Robert had been looking forward to drinks.
“Buuut,” Sonar added, leaning against the partitioning wall, “Me and Mal are doing a movie night instead, and you're coming. . . Heh, coming,” He snickered at the last bit, ever the immature bat.
“Uh, don't I get a choice in the matter?” That hadn't been an invitation, more of a demand.
“Nope.” Sonar's snout pulled into a smirk.
He could just say no anyway and go home, but Beef would be going with Chase tonight anyway, and Robert would really rather not be home alone tonight, so. . .
“Alright, fine,” Robert sighed, earning an excited whoop from the hybrid before he jogged back across the room, to where Malevola was examining the leaderboard.
He smiled a little at his antics, leaning down to pick Beef up just as Chase flew in as Star Blazer- freshly off his shift. The older man held his hands out expectantly, and Robert bid Beef a final farewell pat before depositing him in Chase's arms.
“There's my favorite boy,” Chase cooed to the dog, then narrowed his eyes at Robert, pointing at him in an almost accusatory way as he said, “Okay fucker, don't do anything stupid.”
“I know,” Robert said blandly, but his smile widened ever so slightly. Chase did this every week without fail.
“And call me if you get your dumb ass in trouble.”
“I know.”
“And you ain't gettin’ Beefy Boy back until Sunday.”
“Mhm, sure.”
“Smartass,” Chase scoffed, then yanked Robert into a deceptively strong side hug, patting his shoulder once they parted, “Love ya’ kid, see ya’ later,” He added, voice softening. As he floated backwards, he raised one of Beef's paws to make it seem like the oblivious dog was waving goodbye.
“Love you too unc’,” Robert returned, watching the other turn and fly off.
He stared at the doorway for a few seconds, then turned around to gather his things- phone, wallet and keys. Sonar returned to his desk then, this time with Mal in tow.
“You ready, babes?” She asked, not even waiting for a response before a portal tore open against the nearest wall.
Robert pocketed what little belongings he brought with him, eyeing the swirling red mass that emitted shrill overlapping screams.
“Is it too late to change my mind?” He asked, mostly joking.
“Nuh-uh, no take-backsies,” Sonar sing-songed, placing a hand on Robert's back and pushing him forward. Malevola wrapped her tail around his wrist, tugging him along as she entered the portal.
Robert just went along with it, following like a dog on a leash.
Stepping through the portal felt like his whole stomach flipped upside-down at the momentary weightlessness, then right back around when he walked through onto solid ground. He had to pause for a moment to adjust to the strange feeling, before he was pulled further into what looked like a living room by Mal’s tail.
Malevola dragged him over to the couch, lightly pushing him onto it before wandering into the kitchen, where she dug around in a drawer stuffed full with menus. Robert took that opportunity to look around.
The room was messy in a lived-in way, crooked and somewhat grungy, but homely. The couch was plush and old- clearly thrifted, the tiled floors covered in a shag rug, walls painted a dark blue that didn't fully match the decor. Everything was mishmashed and clashy, almost like Robert's own apartment with all those lamps everyone gave him.
Sonar stepped through the portal before it closed, loosening his tie with deft hands. He looked at Robert, chuffing an almost happy sound before padding down a hallway and out of Robert's line of sight.
Weird.
“We usually order shitty takeout and take turns choosing movies until one of us passes out,” Malevola explained as she reentered the room, holding out a handful of menus like they were a deck of cards to choose from.
Robert skimmed over them and grabbed one at random- a Thai place.
“Ooh, good choice. Pick whatever you want babes, I'll pay,” She instructed. Robert opened his mouth to protest, but she tucked a finger under his chin and clicked his jaw shut, “Nope, none of that. You can pay next time if it makes you feel better.”
Robert sighed, then promptly picked whatever was cheap and sounded good.
“Stubborn,” She chuckled, shaking her head but seemingly accepting his choice anyway. Sonar chose that moment to walk back in, this time much more dressed down in a Harvard sweater and sweatpants, along with a bundle of other clothes in his arms.
“No work clothes here Bobert, this is full relaxation time,” He said, chucking the clothing at Robert.
They hit Robert in the face with a hefty fhump, causing Sonar to wheeze out an odd laughing noise.
“Good aim,” Mal laughed.
The clothes fell into Robert's waiting hands, and he sifted through them, more than a little confused.
“I have my own clothes at home, I could've grabbed them?” He pointed out.
“But you're already here, and I've already given you some pretty comfy pjs, so, y'know.” Victor made a “get to it” gesture, looking smug as hell.
Robert pursed his lips, staring at the pile in his hands. It did look comfy, and soft- a sweater much like Victor's own but in a different color, and shorts that would probably reach past his knees, considering how much taller Victor is than him.
“Can I at least have some privacy?” He sighed, setting the outfit down to start taking his pants off, only hesitating because of his very stare-y audience.
“Why? Got something to hide, Bobby Boy?” Malevola teased.
“I bet he's got a super embarrassing tattoo,” Victor whispered, loudly enough that Robert heard anyway.
He wasn't too far off.
Robert sighed again and stepped out of his pants, then slid the shorts on- having to tie the drawstrings so they wouldn't fall off. When he pulled his shirt off, he was all too aware of the eyes on his back and the near deafening silence that followed.
Victor squeaked suddenly, sharp enough for Robert's ears to ring, and without warning the sweater he'd been reaching for was snatched away.
“On second thought, you don't need a shirt to relax. Yeah, you look plenty comfy already, Bobert,” The hybrid said, a little too loudly. Robert looked over his shoulder, glancing first at Victor’s twitching ears, then down at his mouth as the bat licked his snout like he was eager for something.
“What, see something you like?” Robert hummed, subtly lifting a hand to his lower back to cover the markings both of his coworkers were so eagerly staring at.
Victor whined, sounding so upset once the inked lines were blocked.
Robert smirked, enjoying the minute reactions he was pulling from him.
“C'mon, I thought we were watching movies,” Robert reminded, plopping down on the couch. He was fine with being shirtless, so long as they didn't ask about his various scars.
The two snapped out of whatever trance they were in, sitting on either side of Robert. Malevola offered Victor the Thai menu, and the two argued around their dispatcher over what to get.
-~-~-~-~-
Food was quickly ordered, and the group of three settled in for the first movie while waiting for it. Victor picked The Matrix- apparently his all time favorite.
The food was delivered about halfway through the movie, which was quickly eaten. Immediately after, Robert was pulled against Malevola’s side in a casual motion, and Victor was more than eager to plaster himself against Robert's other side, effectively squishing the dispatcher.
It was nice for a while, if a little too warm, but by the third movie Robert began to feel restless.
He squirmed, shuffling about until he was half laying down, but couldn't get comfortable. He was about to peel himself out of the pile, when Victor sat up and grabbed Robert's waist, chirping softly.
“Okay, no more ignoring this. How long has this been there?” He asked, pinning Robert on his front. Robert grunted at the unexpected manhandling, shivering at the touch of slightly cold clawed fingers touching his lower back.
“How long has what been where?” Robert quipped. Victor pinched his side at the bratty response, and Robert flinched a little.
“Don't play coy, the tattoo, Boberto. I need the deets.” Victor tapped said tattoo for emphasis, causing Robert to shiver again.
He shifted his hips slightly, trying to get the hybrid to let go to no avail.
“There really isn't much to it. It was either that or a free dick piercing,” Robert mumbled. If Victor would just let go before Robert embarrassed himself, that would be great.
“Didn't take you for a tattoo guy. Maybe a couple ear piercings, yeah, but this?” Malevola trailed a warm hand down Robert's spine to the tramp stamp he was unfortunately blessed with, and he involuntarily arched into it.
Victor sniffed the air, then absolutely cackled in delight.
“Oh holy shit! No way, you're into this?” He asked, incredulous.
Robert groaned, internally cursing at his stupid, stupid awful luck.
He wished he could say no, that Victor was imagining things, but his hard-on currently pinned against the couch said otherwise.
“I mean, can't blame him. Poor guy's probably pent up,” Malevola mused. She scratched her nails against the base of his spine like he was a cat, then spread her fingers out to tease at the hem of his borrowed shorts, “Need some help with that, love?” She hummed.
Robert groaned again, but nodded his head.
Mal’s hand was removed, and just when disappointment circled through Robert's chest, those heated fingers were replaced by a cold muzzle. Robert gasped at the temperature difference, hips canting forward.
Victor snuffled against his back, and Robert felt his tongue darting out, dragging a wet trail up his tailbone. That, coupled with the hard press of his fangs, had Robert's dick throbbing with need, and Victor breathed in the apparent scent of his arousal harder.
Mal settled her hands on Robert's head, carding her fingers through his hair at the next swipe of Victor’s tongue. She slowly guided his head onto her lap, scritching at the base of his skull lightly.
Victor lifted his hips up and unceremoniously yanked Robert's shorts and underwear down, pressing his muzzle against Robert's ass and inhaling deeply.
Robert heaved out a moan as his cock sprung free, slapping against his stomach. He tilted his head, pressing his face into the firm musculature of Malevola's thighs.
“Mm, I think he is really pent up. Don't have anybody to take care of you?” Victor asked mockingly, sounding amused.
Robert shook his head, rocking his hips back against the slowly warming snout.
Victor's hold on him was gentle, strong enough to hold his lower half up, but still allowing movement. At least, until he tightened his grip and shoved his face firmly against Robert's tailbone. Robert gasped as he was held still, a tongue lapping along where he knew the tattoo sprawled.
The tongue flicked past the folds of Robert's ass, slowly delving down until it prodded at his entrance.
Robert gasped, pressing his face harder against Mal’s lap. The sensation was odd. Victor's tongue was long and pointed, which made it all too easy for him to slip it past the tight entrance of Robert's asshole, journeying further.
“Oh fuuuck,” Robert moaned. Mal snorted, petting through his hair and down his cheeks. He lifted his head slightly, humming softly.
“M’a little. . . confused,” He murmured between pleased gasps, pulling away from the demon's hands.
“I don't mind watching,” She said, eyes crinkling with mirth, “Just as long as I get a little piece of you later.” She swept a thumb across his lips, down his chin, and along his jaw at the same time Victor probed a little deeper.
Robert moaned, shoving his face into Mal's thighs again and pulling an amused chuckle from her.
It felt incredible, Victor's long tongue lapping into him wetly. He could feel it stretching him out, pressing deeper and deeper. The velvety texture of his muzzle contrasted with the harsh line of his fangs as he pressed against Robert's ass.
Victor hummed occasionally, the sound vibrating through Robert's walls and leaving him writhing in pleasure.
Robert fumbled a hand down between his legs, grasping his neglected cock and squeezing the head with each pass against his inner walls, slowly working himself up.
When Victor quickened the rasping glide of his tongue, Robert scrubbed a rough palm down his length with a choked off noise, arching back into the hybrid's mouth. His release came out of nowhere, painting up Robert's bare torso and the couch cushions. He panted for air, groaning when Victor withdrew his tongue, and looked over his shoulder at the bat.
Victor licked his lips, clicking in the back of his throat. He looked content, with his ears curling forward and eyes half lidded.
“What d’ya think Bobert? On a scale of one to ten, one being “the worst ass eating of my life” and ten being “absolutely rocked my fucking world”,” Victor asked, wiggling his ears in a way that was actually really cute.
Robert huffed, planting a hand on Mal's thighs to steady himself as he moved. He lifted his hips a little higher, legs spread as much as he could on the couch. Victor watched him the entire time, white eyes dark with desire.
“I think,” He started, leaning his cheek against the demon's warm lap, “I can handle a bit more than just that.”
“Oh you're just trying to kill him, mate,” Malevola laughed. She settled one hand between his shoulder blades, following the path of his spine all the way down to his taint. Robert arched into her touch, sighing at the warmth that alleviated the aches in his vertebrae, “Look at him Vic, so eager.”
“Like a little slut, you that desperate for a good dicking down?” Victor chuffed, smug.
Robert just hummed in response, “Mmh, no lube too. I like the pain,” He mumbled against Mal’s leg.
The demoness made a mildly concerned sound, “Well, I guess it's a good thing I'm here then,” She hummed. Her wound transfer ability would absolutely come in handy, although Robert still didn't fully understand how it worked.
“Oh that's so hot,” Victor groaned, leaning back in to lave his tongue over Robert's entrance again when Mal spread his cheeks.
Robert gasped, bucking his hips forward only for Malevola to hold him still.
“So sensitive,” She teased. Victor got up and shuffled around- probably removing his pants, then Robert felt the couch dip again when the hybrid perched behind him. His hands caressed Robert's flat ass in a rather gentle motion. It encouraged Robert to relax a little, just as Victor pressed the very tip of his cock into him.
“Are you sure you can handle this?” Victor asked, hesitating.
Robert shifted his hips in what he hoped to be an enticing way, “Come on, don't be a pussy.”
Victor growled, and then Robert was stuffed so agonizingly full with the hybrid's cock. He gasped, shuddering out in a moan at the sharp pains.
Victor pushed in with shallow thrusts, the girth ripping through him painfully, yet it sparked new waves of pleasure through Robert.
When each pulse of pain sharpened, cresting just barely past the pleasure, a tingling numbness spread through him starting from Mal’s hand on his lower back.
It was intoxicating, the rhythm of pain, pleasure, numbness all following one right after the other.
Once Victor bottomed out, slickened by a wetness that was most likely blood, Robert forced himself to breathe through it. The thought of tearing himself on Victor's cock only made him more horny, especially since he knew Malevola would heal any damage sustained.
Robert opened his eyes, unaware of when he even closed them, and stared down at the firm red thighs beneath him, slowly trailing his gaze up to Mal’s own eyes. Not dropping his stare, he reached out to tug at the hem of the demon's cut jean shorts, but she stopped him from popping the button.
“Not yet babes,” She began to protest, but Robert widened his eyes needily, “Ah fuck, don't look at me like that. . . Okay fine.”
Victorious, Robert undid the button of her shorts, watched the demon hastily undress, then eyed the veritable feast laid out before him. Warm red skin, framing a deliciously engorged clit.
Malevola adjusted herself until she was lounging sideways on the couch, one leg folded against the backrest of the furniture while her other was spread on the floor, presenting herself fully.
Victor made a pathetic noise behind him, pulling out ever so slightly, then slamming back in.
Robert moaned, rocking forward with the motion, then lowered his head to mouth at Mal's cunt. He pressed his lips against her labia, working his tongue past the wet folds to gather her properly in his mouth. Mal released a breath above him, a shuddering little exhale, then pressed him more firmly into place with a hand on the back of his head, her other hand sliding down her body until she was spreading those dark lips for him.
With every hard press of Victor's hips, Robert delved deeper into the demon, licking and suckling just to draw more suppressed noises from her.
He could tell when she was close, evident by the way her abs flexed, her grip tightened, and the way her little noises got breathier.
Robert sucked harder in time with the next thrust, withdrawing when Victor pulled back to swipe his tongue over the spread folds, then diving back in eagerly.
Mal came with a soft grunt, grinding herself against Robert's tongue when he pressed it flat against her cunt. Her tail coiled around his arm, a firm hold.
Victor increased his pace then, frenzied in his sharp thrusts. There was a telltale creaking of bones and muscle that had Robert tensing, and Mal sat up straight when she realized what was going on.
“Victor, don't, you'll fucking kill him!” She snapped, but words weren't enough to stop him.
Robert choked on a harsh breath when Victor's cock grew inside of him, vision whiting out when the pain of the transformation overrode all other sensation. It felt like he damn near doubled in size, so big that Robert swore he could feel his organs rearranging themselves around the massive dick spearing him. He couldn't hear anything other than the wet pop of his skin, blood spurting around the base of the hybrid's cock.
When Robert's ears could finally pick up other noises, all he could hear was his own wheezy cries, Mal’s gentle comforting, and Sonar's frantic, “M’sorry, m’so sorry,”’s. His voice was rougher, deepened by the transformation into his mega bat form, and despite everything it was so fucking sexy.
Robert fought down a deep breath, letting it out in a long moan when he felt his body still clenching desperately around the extra large dick.
“Fucking- ugh, keep going,” He gasped out, arching his spine the slightest bit more and savoring the ache of Victor's length pressing against his fucking lungs.
He knew it couldn't actually be that deep, but it certainly did feel like it.
“Robert, no. You can't be serious,” Mal protested.
“I'm so fucking serious. Fuck me Vic,” Robert ground out, peeking over his shoulder again to affix the bat with his most sultry look.
Victor snarled, a deep, guttural sound. Robert was given no warning before the mega bat ripped himself out, flipped Robert onto his back, and slammed back in. Robert's mouth dropped open in a silent scream, his head jerking back against Mal’s bare thighs.
That numb feeling from her powers spread throughout his taint again, but the feeling was almost nauseating when paired with the sheer size of the cock ripping him apart.
The demoness alternated between trailing her fingers up and down his cheeks, to lightly massaging at his chest as Robert stuttered out desperate moans and choked on his own spit. Victor nailed him right in the prostate with each rushed snap of his hips, humping into Robert at a frantic pace. He lowered his large head, pressing it against the bloated stretch of skin of Robert's abdomen, caused by the goddamn log of a dick tearing through his insides.
Robert clumsily petted a hand through Victor's coarse fur, grabbing onto the bats surprisingly soft ears when he growled and devolved into frantic humping that jostled Robert's head into Mal’s abs.
He had a great view of her tits that way, and if he were any more of a degenerate like Victor, he'd probably be begging to suffocate on them.
Victor's growling turned into a more inconsistent noise, drool slipping past his muzzle as he hunched a little more over Robert, hammered into him a little harder, then he finished with a rough groan. The hybrid's cum filled him a little too well, only adding to the bloating caused by his cock. Robert hissed at the warmth shooting into him, the obscene feeling enough to push him over the edge a second time. His spend splattered against Victor's chin, and he watched the hybrid's tongue dart out to clean it off.
Mal settled her hands on Robert's shoulders, and the fuzzy feeling of her powers taking his pain kicked back in. He hummed at the sensation, relaxing into the cushions and her lap.
“You good, Robbo?” She asked, and he hummed again.
“Mmmm, jus’ warm, gimme a minute,” He mumbled when he realized she was waiting for a proper answer.
Victor rumbled a contented sound, and Robert looked down at him to watch the bat lick his cum swollen belly like a pleased dog.
“Freak,” Robert snorted.
“And you know it,” Victor grunted back, voice garbled around that purring sound vibrating though his chest.
Victor lapped at the puffy skin a few more times, then leaned over Robert and lowered his chin onto his chest, chuffing softly.
“Ooh, post-nut cuddles,” Mal cooed, laying back a bit more and hauling both men closer with her tail and muscular arms.
Robert ended up with his head on her chest, pillowed quite nicely there while Victor remained plugged in him, body crushing him like a big, fluffy weighted blanket. He scritched behind the hybrid's ears, earning a pleased grumble.
They remained like that for a good few minutes, until the extent of just how badly everything hurt finally crashed into Robert.
He tipped his head down and pecked a kiss against Victor's snout, then attempted pushing the hybrid off, wincing all the while.
Victor hurriedly sat up and held Robert's hips still, slowly lifting his own hips to finally slide out.
He mumbled a sad string of “Sorry,”’s the whole time, his big ears folded back with each noise of discomfort Robert let out.
It felt like it took ages for Sonar to pull out, and Robert kept letting out little contradictory moans and sobs with each retracted inch. By the time he got to the tapered tip and it practically fell out, enough blood and cum gushed out of Robert that he damn near had another orgasm, fully hunching over himself and moaning between pained cries.
He stared at Victor from between his limp, spread legs, and felt his brain fully short circuit at the sight of that obscene cock slipping back into its sheath- some sort of animal thing, he knew. The sheer size of it though completely threw him off.
“Oh fuck, that was in me?” He asked incredulously. No wonder it felt like he'd been split right down the middle, that thing was wider than his own thigh. That thing should be classed as a torture device.
It had his dick perking in interest again, the traitor.
“I think you're more of a freak than me, and that's saying something,” Victor said, sounding impressed, “Oh man, I think we need a new couch,” He added then, voice whiney.
Yeah, Robert most definitely ruined it.
“Worth it though,” Mal hummed, rubbing Robert's back while trying to urge him back down. He stayed sitting up though, pain and discomfort swirling in his gut sickeningly. Now that he wasn't horrendously horny, Robert felt all too aware of the sweat dripping from his skin and the tackiness between his thighs.
He looked back at Victor when he heard the creaking that signalled a transformation, watching him shrink back into his regular hybrid form.
“Totally worth it,” Victor agreed, then unexpectedly picked Robert up in a bridal carry. The man felt instant mortification as more bloody spunk squirted out of his abused hole, “I think our Bobert needs a bath though,” He continued.
“I'll get that started, then fix him right up when he's clean.” Malevola stood up, patted Robert's knee, then slunk off. Her tail whipped behind her, an almost unsettled movement.
Robert leaned his head against Victor's chest, feeling the coarse fur give way to soft skin.
“As hot as that was, let's keep that as a monthly thing, m’kay?” Sonar hummed. He licked Robert's forehead, then pressed his snout against the spot- like his own version of a kiss.
“Already making plans for next time?” Robert teased, tilting his head to kiss Victor's chest as if in retaliation.
“Duh, you're not keeping me- us, away after that,” The hybrid snorted.
He adjusted the way he held Robert, cupping his ass in a failed attempt to stem the steadily falling blood that was quickly making the smaller man dizzy, then walked down the hall towards the bathroom.
They ended up with Robert leaning against the shower wall, shamefully jerking off while Victor cleaned his ass out and Malevola readied to heal the majorly torn skin.
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That Monday, Robert was still sore as hell. There was no pain- Mal had spent all of Friday night and Saturday morning while they were all cuddled up in Victor’s bed ensuring he was fully healed. Robert still felt phantom aches of where he knew the pain was, felt ghostly sensations of that monster cock splitting him in two, but it was all gone. Mal’s healing couldn't get rid of muscle aches though, and so that kind of pain followed him all through that weekend and into Monday morning.
What made it worse was that Mondays were when he worked out with Flambae, so the fiery man was the first to notice.
“What the fuck’s wrong with you, Bitch-Bob? Got a dildo stuck up your ass?” Flambae snarked, arms crossed as Robert limped over to his locker.
Robert pressed his lips into a thin line, deliberating.
“When Sonar brags about his game in bed,” He finally said, turning to his flaming coworker with all the seriousness he could muster, “He isn't lying.”
Flambae raised an eyebrow, looking Robert up and down briefly, then a look of deep consideration crossed his face.
“Huh,” He muttered.
Robert left him to whatever thoughts that statement brought about.