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Night One

You hadn’t expected the blacksite to have jobs like these, granted you’re more of a volunteer than actual worker but surely you’ll be compensated some way. 

You listen to the instructions given to you through the phone, nodding absentmindedly as you take in the guidelines and how everything works. Uh-huh. Mhm. Yup.

You settle in your spot and get the computer running, sifting through the cameras. Sebastian is in his shop, watching the camera.

Eesh

Those are some terrifying eyes, the way you see only two small pinpointed blue dots in the expanse of black. Horrifying.

You shudder in a mixture of trepidation, discomfort and…You’re not too sure what it is with his gaze but it shoots a zinging sensation right to your groin. 

Woah hold on now!

What are you, some kind of pervert?

He’d kill you!

At least that’s the impression he gives- wait where’d he go?

The screen had buffered with static for a moment and he was gone! Where the fuck-

Several panicked clicks in a row follow the mouse you swish back and forth across the cameras until

you spot him trying to hide behind the corner of a wall, in your panic, you click the FLASH button.

The loud noise of the flash is heard from afar, followed by muffled yelling. He’s gone, guess that did work, huh…

The following hour goes mostly without a hitch, save for these awful angler entities. God they’re so loud! 

Another hour goes by and you decide to check the shop camera, you note the shopkeep rubbing at his eyes gingerly. Oh that must have felt iffy…You’re not sure whether to feel bad for him or not, if a flash is all it takes to stop his tracks then he should invest in some good cover! Not your problem!

Oh motherfucker- he’s left the spot again! Time for another round of spot the fish bitch and send him back.

Night Two

Man this phone guy is kind of a drag.

You settle into your seat, sighing softly as the computer boots up. Your hand lands on the mouse, hovering the pointer to click over the cameras. Sebastian is in his shop, glaring at the camera, it seems you really pissed him off with that flash, but he seems oddly hunched over himself.

You make nothing of it, figuring he’s sulking as you scout the other cameras, checking for threats, listening for anything and watching the lights for their telltale flicker.

The computer slows, lagging as you struggle to check the next camera, the one where you think Sebastian has disappeared to, as you test click the screen to see if maybe the security program has stopped responding, a pop-up window shows. 

You see a poorly taken photo from the security camera with Sebastian in view, he looks uneasy, leaned near a wall. The picture is framed much like those porn ads youve seen when you’ve been on piracy website to watch shows or download programs in your previous days. It says the following;

Struggling with new biology? 

You might be in heat!

That’s odd. Very odd context- is there any context to this? You squint at the image and finally the lag is gone and you can click out of it. 

You see the chosen camera finally shows his location and your mouse hovers over to the ‘FLASH’ button, though you find yourself hesitating now. He looks so lost, hurting even.

But he’s a threat, isn’t he?! You can’t let him get to your location. You click the button.

…

You click it again, with no response on anything. Shit is the system acting up?

You watch the figure slither into a new area, the computer works just fine suddenly now. Huh?! 

Next camera yields the same result, it’s as if there’s a delay that gives him enough time to proceed before the lights go off. Well that’s not great?!

Another popup. First met with an annoyed groan.

Then you look at it.

Snrk

You can’t help but snicker at the image, it’s Sebastian again, same crunchy quality, where he’s peeking out from the floor with red circling him out and the following text saying;

He wants to FUCK.

Amazing, the vulgar word put in a font that resembles those heavy metal fire fonts.

So what, is the system telling you that you should just let him get to you? Not like you seem to have a choice, the damn defense system locks up whenever you try to use it!

The sound of a vent opening rings in your ears, followed by a heavy thunk, the shifting of something huge.

“Turn. Around.”

A voice rumbled and for a second you freeze in place, which seemed to aggravate the figure behind you enough to grab your shoulder and force your gaze toward the very serpentine shopkeep youd been trying to hold back.

He doesn’t look happy at all, the blue pupils the only thing you can see in the dark, an oddly inviting scent comes from him as he leans down to face you directly, teeth bared just barely.

“I don’t think you understand how much that hurts.”

He growls, you swear you feel the vibration in your bones as you connect the dots. He’s talking about the flashing you did the first night.

You’re quiet as his hand grabs your wrist, guiding it in the dark office toward himself, his scales run hot, comfortable to touch even as he looks irritated. You feel something even hotter, damp through the fabric. An explorative twitch of your fingers elicit a soft grunt from the shopkeep.

“Ghhn- Make up for it and I won’t shoot you.”

The hand at your wrist tightens, pushing your palm more firmly against the heated core, you note the smell of pheromones and arousal. Ah. That’s a slit under that, right? 

You carefully reach with your other hand, tugging the fabric hem upward until you see it in the dim light of his esca, the slit that seem to hide his ‘goods’. Your digits gingerly reach to spread the fat, protective fold.

Slick and glistening, you open his slit to expose what is revealed to be a vaginal type anatomy. Huh. Scary snake fish man has a pussy. You can work with this.

With a brief glance up toward him, you note the pinpointed pupils seem to have softened, a glow to his eyes slowly showing, does that mean his mood is improving then…?

His grip on your wrist tightens, nudging your fingers to his opening, your fingers slide inside easily, you fear he could take your whole arm if you let him. You angle your wrist to point the digits upward toward his abdomen, a sound that bordered on pained slipping out of him.

“Hhn-!”

His hips cant forward, taking your digits deeper into his heat, your palm grinding against the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of his slit, his clit throbbing and engorged. Maybe gloves would have been smart, there’s slick all over your wrist…

The two of you find a rhythm as his hands release you and rest on the desk behind you, using it for leverage as he rolls into your touch, low huffs and growls slipping from his lips.

The lights flicker, you hear an angler. You cant reach the button from your position, the screams are rapidly approaching, and just as you thought you’re done for.

The meatiest slap resonates in your ears as you watch Sebastian’s tail smack the entity back like a baseball, a low snarl leaving him, you swear you heard the angler yelp. 

“Don’t. Stop.” 

That’s a threat if you ever heard one and get back to work, your other hand joining to rub the sensitive nub above and he visibly relaxes again. For some reason you don’t hear anything try to approach the office anymore. Guess the entity told its friends to not bother.

“Ahaa.. mnh.. n..mm..more-“

More? More what? You’re knuckle deep already! His hips buck forward, urging your motions to go faster, his third hand grabs your wrist and cranes the angle further, nudging you to rub into a part that seem to bring forth a more pleased reaction. 

And then he pulls, and your hand is slipped inside, the whole thing, wrist deep into his clutching heat and a shudder goes up his spine, you hear his tail smack against the floor.

”Deeeeeperrrhnnh- n-not enough-“

Another yank of his hand on your arm and you’re pulled closer to him, face against his abdomen, you can hear his insides at work with soft gurgles and the subtle sound of his heavy heart pumping blood through his system. It must be massive to support his body. You look down to see your arm is elbow deep inside of him, a motion of it to bend upward eliciting a much louder, keening and excited sound coming from him, each ‘r’ noise of his words a deep purr.

“Nngh-! Thereee- there- right there-“

You opt for the ‘come hither’ motion of your fingers and that seems to do the trick, the mutant whines and hums softly, you note his eyes are brighter, glowing now, a more content expression decorating his features. You’re doing something right, he’s nearly crushing you into the computer behind you, Sebastian’s hand move to hold onto the top of it for leverage as he fucks himself on your arm.

“Ah- haa- hn- mmn- NNH- HNGH-!”

Your fingers, hand and arm were starting to cramp so what appears to be a climax was a much welcomed reprieve from your actions.

 The clock strikes six. Sebastian is first to notice as he pulls away, not bothering to clean or even say thanks, slithering away to flee the scene, leaving you with a slick soaked arm that smell of sex and brine. A tentative tongue tells you he tastes pretty good, there’s a slight tang to it, like a lemon but pleasantly so.

Maybe tomorrow night won’t be so bad?

Night Three

Good god why are we listening to this guy’s sob story- he’s giving everything to his goldfish? Who’s gonna care for the animal? You tune the man’s voice out and focus back on your tasks at hand.

The third night, though stressful with all the anglers and that god awful crooked thing taking up most of your time, goes without a hitch. Your hand trails the cameras, with the computer occasionally giving you a popup in relation to Sebastian, alerting you that he’s on the move. 

He’s…Rather uncoordinated, isn’t he? His movements are sluggish and he seems off balance as you watch him go from one place to another, taking frequent breaks as if to recompose himself. His tail is slack, barely responsive as he slithers across halls, you can see his strange pinpoint pupils, signaling he’s in a poor mood. You hope he’s not upset with you still.

Seeing that he’s taking a while, you opt to focus on everything else until he shows up, locking out anglers and staring down that damn crooked guard.

A weight lands on your shoulder, a hand, carapaced and rough, gripping your cloth tight. A low, needy whine follows suit, a sound that tells you quite the tale of one’s desperation, soft sounds of someone panting above you.

You lift your head to look up, turning around to see the very pinpointed blues that stare you down. 

Sebastian.

He’s a right mess, hair disheveled from his clumsy trek to you, skin flushed, his jabot askew, exposing his collarbone more to your exploring gaze. His expression is tense, strained, he looks like he’s about to cry. A pang of sympathy squeezes your heart and your hand reaches for him.

He seems hesitant at first before his head tilts, pushing his cheek into your palm, he’s so warm, like he’s running a fever.

“You’re not feeling too good, huh?”

You cooed, voice gentle and soft as he only whined in response, nodding into your palm, seming to try to hide his face in it, a rough claw holding your hand in place against him, seeking comfort.

“Poor thing...”

Your other hand trail down his side, landing at this hip, which tilt toward you and you see the state he’s in. Even through his makeshift ‘pants’ you can smell the pheromones flowing from him, see the wet patch at the front and how his concealed sex seems so swollen it creates an outline against the fabric. He’s in the throes of his estrus and he’s miserable.

“You can be very sweet when you want to, mm?”

Your voice is a gentle hum as you barely need to push or pull him anywhere, his body follows even the gentlest nudge you give him to get into a better angle and position, and you make quick work of his cloth, his puffy cunt in direct view. You swear you see it steaming.

Without wasting any more time, you nudge him to get comfortable by your desk, his arms wrap around the computer, which seem solidly in place, you think you heard it make some kind of noise. A happy beep or something, which you confirm being the case when Sebastian chirps back at it. 

Look. You’ve been fighting off anglers and some fucked up guard, you’re about to hoist this mutant man’s tail over your shoulder and fuck him in the drooling heat of his core like your life depended on it. (Which honestly, it kinda does!)

Just let the poor guy have his weird objectum moment. If that’s what people call it these days.

With a bit of a struggle and moving of furniture, youve got the heft of his tail draped over your shoulder and kept aloft by angling it to hold itself up against your back. Your shoulder is going to be ruined by the end of this but the quiet whines and needy huffs tell you that you’ll endure it anyways for his sake, he needs this. 

He needs you.

You fumble with your pants and free your cock, pressing the head of it against his scorching core, a low, keening, excited sound leaves the larger individual’s lips, and his tail pushes you forward, plunging the first couple inches inside of his slit.

It’s incredibly wet and hot, gripping you like nobody’s business and urging you deeper already, if you’re not careful you’ll cum on the spot.

“A-aainhh-!”

Didn’t know he could make that noise, with each inch you get inside the more his back arches and the tighter his tail coils around you, you’re not able to move by the time you’ve hilted yourself to the base inside of him.

“S-seb, you’re crushing me-“

You warn softly, giving his flank a hearty couple of pats to try to alert him. His coils soften with a grumpy sound, looking over his shoulder toward you with a pout. It’s not like he can help it, his attention goes back to the computer screen in front of him, nuzzling against it as he mutters something you couldn’t quite hear.

Sebastian’s claw gently scratch against the side of the computer casing, and you see a pop-up on the screen. It looks like a sex ad about ‘moving faster’. 

You’re… Not going to question it. It already made you realize he was in heat last night so maybe it can communicate somehow. You take the hint and get thrusting, immediately met with a loud, guttural moan from the big guy. Oh wow he really needed that! He must be incredibly sensitive.

“Haa-! Ah- mnh- nh-“

Pleasured sounds fall from his lips freely, his tongue barely lolling out as he push his hips and coils back against you, the sounds of your hips hitting his thick folds and scales resonate in your ear. There’s just something so erotic about this position and- is he licking the screen? 

Maybe not- his tongue is just hanging out and you are fucking him into it anyways, it’s fine, you choose not to think about it too much. You’re more concerned about the tight pussy gripping you like a vice and threatening to milk you dry.

“Harrrdherrr-!”

The shopkeep demands, almost in a mixture of a purr and a growl, unable to decide whether he’s enjoying it more or if he’s frustrated from lack of more stimuli. 

You oblige, holding tight onto his coils, arms unable to meet given how absolutely massive his tail is, several meters of pure muscle that could squeeze you into a paste if you fucked up.

“Aahn~! Hhaa- mnnah-! A—ahmn-!”

You’re not sure whether he’s cumming or not, you assume you’re doing something right given the amount of slick drooling onto the floor, coating your clothes and shoes. The screen in front has the occasional checkmark popups cover the corner you can see from your position, likely communicating the approval.

His tail coils tight around you and you can’t move again, this time though you feel his entire body shudder violently as a feral but delighted (and muffled) scream leaves the larger humanoid’s mouth. You feel a hot gush of fluids squirt and splatter against your hips, the big guy’s a total mess but oh if it isn’t cute to see. And then his cunt clamped onto your cock, hard.

Yeah you did not last through that, can’t say you can even be blamed, that was unfairly tight and Sebastian is unfairly cute, how can you not cum hard into him, seed filling his insides until it started to seep out between the point where you two are joined, dripping on the floor alongside the slick that trickled heavily down both of your bodies.

You gasp heavily, legs threatening to give out as you buckle, leaning against the large body to stay upright while he clung to the computer in front of you, pliant and sweet. It seems the act of feeling someone cum inside of him soothes the heat symptoms. Poor thing, no wonder the arm fucking from yesterday didn’t satisfy him properly.

You look to the clock, 3AM. You got another three hours left.

“Aah.. Haa..’gain..”

You look over to him as he spoke, words clumsy and incoherent. You look to the computer screen for guidance and you’re met with a ‘loop’ symbol, the kind you’d see on playlists.

 Ah. Again. 

Somehow throughout the next hours as you finger, eat and fuck Sebastian to his heart’s content, nothing else tried to bother you. Not that it matters when you get to try all kinds of positions in the office with the massive shopkeep, by the time it neared 5AM, you’re both drained and exhausted.

Sebastian is draped over you like a glorified weighted blanket, purring softly as your hand stroke through his hair. You’ve never seen him this docile but it’s a welcomed change. A part of you wonder if there’s any genetic compatibility between you two, heat cycles are a breeding thing, right?

No matter. You’ll take responsibility if something comes from it. For now, post-sex cuddles until this shift is over.