20th Batch Of Fics: 9th Fill
Reapzenji – continuation of this – wet and messy; possessive Genji and Reaper; dub-con/non-con themes – Zenyatta tries out boundaries.
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Zenyatta has trouble keeping his mouth closed, now that he has realized that he indeed has one. Genji – and especially Reaper – have been utmost clear about the exclusive rights they expect to all of his holes.
But… now that his mouth component has onlined, Zenyatta finds it increasingly difficult not to utilize it. He sees an agent, and his processes online immediately, filling the cavity of his mouth with thick, slimy lube that is supposed to act as his approximation of saliva.
His cunt pulses, needy and looking for an overload; a nice quick grind of some rude fingers or some dick into the swollen clutch of his channel. Maybe someone to shove him down and wrench his faceplate up to get at the greedy little mouth hidden beneath…
He wishes someone other than Genji and Reaper knew about it. He wishes there were more to utilize the dripping mouth he has been outfitted with now that he is painfully hyper aware of its existence and how new and unused all those nodes in his segmented tongue are.
He shudders to think what his two… lovers?... would do if they saw him kneeling in one of the cafeteria’s, a throng of men waiting to utilize the new found slick hole and pumping him full until his new squishy guts he has been fitted with are bloated with their cum.
He doesn’t want to find out. Except. That he does.
It would be easy to explain his indiscretion with innocent thoughtlessness, but despite all the components they have fitted him with to interface with the humans on the Talon base, Zenyatta is still a machine at heart, and when he lets himself get rudely shoved against one of the walls in a very specific hallway, he knows with perfect certainty that Reaper will come from a meeting and stumble across him like this: one leg up, clutched in the hand of the operative that has another hand curled around Zenyatta’s delicate throat as if he were able to choke the life out of him. Zenyatta’s cunt open and on display, lewdly dripping with slimy strands of slick as it gapes, synthetic labia plump and gagging for a cock to try and stuff all of the excess slick back into him.
It’s suicidal to have chosen Reaper to stumble across him like this, but Zenyatta can’t help it. He just… can’t. There is something ugly happening with the operative that has dared to touch him, but he can’t quite make himself dedicate any of his processes to something else other than cataloguing the insistent pulse of his cunt or the way his mouth is filled with thick slick that he tries to swallow down before it can start dripping messily from the seam in his faceplate.
Reaper grabs him with a big hand, talons dripping with blood, and drags him along like he is nothing more than a doll to be played with. His programming tells him that he likes it. Loves it, really. He chirps like a whore and gets jangled around in Reaper’s grip for his effort.
When he gets thrown go the ground he knows that Genji is there as well, though he has not spotted him yet. There is pressure at the sides of his head, and his optical sensors get obstructed by the faceplate sliding up and over them.
It is scary to be rendered helpless like this. He shudders. His auditory input is garbled as processes get rerouted, and when the jumbled mess cleans itself out, he can just about catch Genji’s words. “...cheap slut, are you?”
Zenyatta turns his head towards the voice, a series of clicks and trills coming from his voice box that shouldn’t sound needy and whorish but somehow still do. He does not know where they are. They are not alone. There are steps around them and voices. Maybe the shooting range or another training facility.
“Open up,” Genji hisses. Reaper’s heavy booted steps are slowly rounding them. He is growling deeply, keeping others at bay.
Zenyatta’s jaw drops open, tongue lolling out as a deluge of thick, slimy saliva drips from his mouth and down his front.
His head is grabbed and a cock rammed down his throat. He chirps in surprise, voicebox glitching as nodes suddenly flare to life with an intensity that has his arms spasm uselessly. His cunt is pulsing, greedy, needing to be filled. His circuitry feels on fire; like he will short circuit and offline if he isn’t getting filled to the brim, soon.
He tries to vocalize this, but his voicebox is uselessly garbling as Genji rabbit fucks his throat and makes all the thick saliva squelch out from the corners of Zenyatta’s stretched, synthetic mouth.
They are making a point, and Zenyatta is the toy through which they are doing so. They sit him down on their cocks, filling him front and back until warning’s are flashing in the darkness behind his faceplate. He is chirping and glitching out for them, fingers scrabbling at whatever he can grab before his arms get caught and bend behind his back so he can’t do anything anymore; just take it as one big cock slides into his greedy cunt and the other fills the little hole he has been fitted with at the back.
Nobody else touches him. Nobody is allowed to. He feels like his metal is bending around their cocks, and the thought that nobody will even dare to touch him after this feral display of the two is making him tremble and leaves him desperate.
He’s used to trying to avoid the advances of other Talon agents, but now that he knows they will actively avoid him, he realizes that it will be downright horrible to try and live without a steady supply of cocks to fill his dripping holes.
He made a… horrible mistake.
