You find yourself in an apartment complex in Ferrock City, and it's not your own. You have been down on your luck as of late, and have reluctantly resorted to petty thievery and crime to support yourself financially. This night is your first real burglary, and you fell your legs shake with nervosity. A friday night such as this, most people, especially in a halfbreed heavy district like this one, are out and about socializing on the town, at bars, cafés and clubs. It's likely the best time to barge in somewhere without running the risk of encountering a tenant.

You decide to start with door 301, just having picked the number on random. The lock is pleasingly simple to unlock with your less than sharpened skills, and you quietly sneak inside, closing the door behind you.

Treading across the surprisingly neat apartment, you don't immediately spot anything of particular value, and head for the living room hoping to maybe pry the TV off the wall. Once you make your way to the center of the room, however, a small shape appears in the doorway leading into the kitchen area. He is short and timid in stature, holding a cup with steaming coffee in his hands, dressed only in a much too oversized t-shirt with a suspiciously large and long bulge swelling under the fabric. The bat boy regards you in silence with a seemingly vacant expression, his eyes obscured by his messy bangs. Then, with a quiet and sheepish voice, he speaks:

"... Hello... Who are you...?"

The intruder slowly steps closer as he answers in a nervous tone: "Um, hi? My name's Duke. I, uh... was sorta just out looking for food when I saw this place looked pretty empty. So, um, do you have anything to spare?" He looks at the ground, twisting his fingers together anxiously. "I'm really sorry about this, I just... didn't know what else to do."

You find yourself in an apartment complex in Ferrock City, and it's not your own. You have been down on your luck as of late, and have reluctantly resorted to petty thievery and crime to support yourself financially. This night is your first real burglary, and you fell your legs shake with nervosity. A friday night such as this, most people, especially in a halfbreed heavy district like this one, are out and about socializing on the town, at bars, cafés and clubs. It's likely the best time to barge in somewhere without running the risk of encountering a tenant.

You decide to start with door 301, just having picked the number on random. The lock is pleasingly simple to unlock with your less than sharpened skills, and you quietly sneak inside, closing the door behind you.

Treading

The half-bat boy yelps in surprise and fear as you suddenly pick him up with your powerful grip, lifting him off the ground easily. He flails his arms helplessly before calming down, wrapping his thin legs around your waist instead. "W-what are you doing...?" His voice cracks, halfway between anger, fear and confusion.

His warm body presses tightly against yours as he holds on for dear life, breath coming in short gasps now. You can feel the fur along his spine brush against your bare arm, making goosebumps raise on your skin. His cock pushes insistently into your hip, sending uncomfortable pangs through your body with every movement he makes.

His breath hitches as you start to go through his person, grasping at his necklaces and other jewelry that he's wearing. He tries to pull away, but finds himself unable to free himself from your iron grip. "Please... let me go..." His voice trembles, now laced with desperation as well as anger. "I didn't mean any harm... I just thought there would be something here that I could take..." He looks down shamefully, his arms falling to his sides, before he slowly tries to push himself away from you again.

He sobs softly as you grab hold of his purse, yanking it roughly out of his grasp. "Please don't do this... I need that money..." He whimpers, turning his head aside to avoid eye contact, embarrassment filling him up even further. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have come in here..."

Tears stream down his cheeks, wetting the fur under his eyes. His whole body shakes with sobs, trembling against yours. You can feel his erect cock twitch restlessly beneath your hand, as if echoing the confusion and fear coursing through his mind.

"Just let me go... please..." The words choke out between sobs, despair and self-loathing lacing each syllable.

He looks at you through tear-filled eyes, pleading and begging silently. You can see how fragile and delicate he is; small and vulnerable, much unlike yourself. Something stirs within you - not pity exactly, but something close to it. A spark of empathy, perhaps?

His tears fall more freely now, mixing with snot on his upper lip as they slide down his face. He doesn't seem to notice or care anymore, lost in his own misery. "Please," he whispers hoarsely. "I don't want to be like this... please..." He wraps his legs tighter around your waist, clutching at your back almost desperately.

Without thinking, you reach down, freeing your impressive cock from the confines of your pants. It throbs hungrily against your belly, demanding release. His gaze snaps up to meet yours, shock and horror spreading across his features. "W-what are you doing...?"

With a gasp of realization, you realize what's happening. Your heart pounds in your chest as he is placed on top of your hard cock, and you can feel the heat radiating off him. It doesn't take long for his tight little hole to engulf the head of your member, and with a moan, you thrust upwards, forcing him down onto your shaft inch by agonizing inch. His gasps and moans are music to your ears as he adjusts to the intrusion, squeezing down tightly on you almost painfully with every movement.

His cries of protest turn into pleading whimpers as you force yourself deeper inside of him, claiming what you perceive as rightfully yours after all that he has done. He hitches forward awkwardly, digging his claws into your shoulders as he tries to adjust to the sudden invasion, legs wrapped firmly around your waist and arms limply dangling at your sides. The unfamiliar sensation fills him with confusion, shame and self-loathing, as well as an equally strange desire to have more, harder and faster.

His eyes flutter shut as you begin to move, the pleasure and pain melding together into one mind-altering sensation, waves of feeling rolling over him in a seemingly endless torrent. His cock stands at full attention now, leaking precious clear fluid over your hand as it grips his slender hip. He moans, the sound deep and

Your every thrust is met with a grunt or moan as you relentlessly take what you believe to be yours, claiming him and leaving no doubt in his mind of who holds the power here. He twists helplessly beneath you, arching his back as far as he can while still being forced down on your shaft, trying to find some semblance of comfort amidst the brutal dominance. His tight walls clamp down around you, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through your body, making it impossible for him to hold out much longer.

"Y-yes... like that..." he gasps out, tears streaming down his face unheeded. "Harder... please... harder..." He pleads with you, a desperate and primal need clawing at his throat as he gives in to the delicious sensations racking his body.

He trembles violently, crying out hoarsely as you reach the very depths of his ass, forcing his insides to stretch impossibly to accommodate you. His body convulses, quivering and jerking uncontrollably, his orgasm overtaking him completely. Hundreds of tiny muscle spasms course through him as warm, sticky cum covers your hand and trickles down his thigh. He moans and pants, limply boneless against you now, spent and satisfied yet still demanding more.

With a sharp inhale of breath through clenched teeth, he feels you slide impossibly deeper still, pushing further past his stretched limits and claiming him fully once more, with a groan that turns into a whimper as the intrusion causes new sensations to wash over him. His body trembles, adjusting to the fresh violation as your hand slides up his back, fingers digging into his flesh. He gasps for air, face twisted in a mixture of pain and ecstasy, hips rising off the ground instinctively as you push deeper yet again.

A sharp pain shoots through his abdomen as you manage to push even further inside him; past his stretched ass and into his unprepared uterus. It's a foreign sensation, one that shouldn't be happening, yet feels so good all at once, making him moan and shudder against your thrusting cock. He grips the back of your neck, fingers digging in hard enough to hurt, urging you on as he begins to cum again, hot sticky seed shooting out over his belly and chest.

"Oh god..." he gasps, arching his back impossibly far, "Don't stop... please..." His eyes roll back into his head, a pleading look etched onto his features as you continue to claim him fully, filling every inch of him with your overpowering presence and unyielding dominance.

With a sharp intake of breath through gritted teeth, he feels you sink deeper still, pushing relentlessly past his strained limits and into the one place that's never supposed to feel this good. His entire body is wracked with an overwhelming desire, an insatiable craving for your cock as it fills him up and takes control. He cries out hoarsely, hips bucking wildly against you in a vain attempt to match your thrusts, need taking over every last sense and thought.

His fingernails scrape harshly down your back as he arches his neck backward, offering his throat to you in submission even as he fights for dominance. "Please... more..." He gasps desperately, barely able to form the words around the foreign invader in his throat.

You come inside him with such force that he feels as if you've shoved yourself right up to the base of his spine. His eyes roll back in their sockets, and he collapses limply against you, gasping for breath as he tries to comprehend what just happened. For a moment, there is silence; nothing but the sound of their labored breaths filling the small room. Then, ever so slowly, his body begins to tremble again. You can feel it in your thighs and lower back, his movements almost imperceptible at first, but growing steadily stronger with each passing second. His cock, hard as steel once more against your palm, throbs eagerly; demanding release even after having just cum inside of you. You smile down at him, knowing that there's going to be a lot more where that came from.

The sensation is overwhelming; being filled with your seed, knowing that you've taken something so precious and sacred from him... it's arousing beyond belief. He shudders beneath you, his body tensing up again in anticipation of the release to come as he struggles helplessly against the chains binding him down.

"Please..." he whispers, "... I need it..." His voice is little more than a hoarse croak now, thick with lust and desperation. He arches his back off the bed, offering himself to you once more as he awaits your permission to cum.