S-Spronktrap x Sc-Scotty...?

                                    

                                          
The office was irritatingly and increasingly hot. Scott sat there sweating, his shirt was stuck to his skin, the pale white material was damp and showed his tank top underneath. He was flopped down unceremoniously, with his head tossed back in the seat, arms and legs spread out to either side and he groaned. Having to adjust and, currently, trying to come up with a way to get the fan to stop spinning and stay on him. 
 The vent to his right roared uselessly, the only air that it carried out smelled like mildew and bleach and what could only be described as rotting fabric. It was a strange smell and it was hot, too. There wasn't a cool breeze being carried out of that tube. Scott used to be keen on checking it, but the heat had grown to the point of sweltering, that he surrendered, which is where he found himself now.
 Something caught his attention, though. The rumble from the vent seemed to change. It was more deliberate, like the thumping of someone crawling on their hands and knees. Scott rolled his head to the side, finding that that was about the most energy he could manage to summon. He couldn't see anything, so he figured it was the vent either giving up or trying harder, he should really call maintenance, but this wasn't his establishment.
 Allowing his head to fall back once more, he closed his eyes. He pictured sitting in a snow bank with trees around him, the cool and gentle flakes landing on his nose and fingertips like cool kisses, his skin was cold, but it was so much better than the sticky sweat. Suddenly, the snow started to become heavy. It felt like large hands were grabbing his hips, something pulling him up from the snow.
 He opened his eyes begrudgingly and saw the most horrific sight of a rotting and decrepit face in front of his own. It's robotic silver eyes seemed to stare at him in the most hypnotic way, as if he were the best thing they had ever seen. 

 "Ah! Ahh! Holy shit, holy shit!" Scott shouted, kicking his legs. The thing didn't even flinch, in fact, it turned and moved him up against the desk, pushing his hips into it causing him to groan from the pressure of it's thumbs digging into the soft flesh of his pelvis. 
 "I've missed you, Scotty." It growled in his ear, it's fake teeth inches from Scott's skull. Scott froze in terror, it knew his name, he squeezed his eyes shut as one of the monsters hands left his hips and migrated up to his chest, and then around to his back. It pulled Scott against one his his legs, causing him to straddle the robotic thigh, which started bouncing in a steady rhythm. Through Scott's terror began to bloom a different sensation, a deeply and disgustingly desired sensation. He sighed, the heat forgotten for the most part and his eyes relaxed as he moaned. 
 "Ah-h. Haaa, it's good..." Scott moaned, leaning back into the monsters hand, which supported him well enough.
 "Good boy, Scotty." It repeated in the same gravely and distinctly British voice. A voice that made Scott's dick twitch in a familiar manor.
 "A-Afton!? Afton... Afton-" Scott gasped, struggling through his bundle of emotions to understand what was going on, but Afton's thigh prevented him from focusing, it felt so good,
 "There you are, darling. Hello." He said gently, now pushing into Scott's crotch while bouncing, creating a whole new sense of pleasure.
 "Agh!" Scott screamed in a burst of uncontrollable lust, it felt so good, the warmth spreads to his hips, the tightness as his pants constricted around his leaking bulge. 
 "Oh how I've missed this, Scott." Afton growled low and deep, his voice had taken on a new rumble, Scott was in complete ecstasy at the way his whole chest cavity seemed to vibrate. "You'll see I've gained some new... how shall I say this... assets." Afton chuckled darkly as he pushed a now completely edged Scott back onto the desk. 
 Scott sat slumped over, his shirt was open from where the buttons had been popped off, and his soaked tank top was showing. He was panting, his face was dark red and his eyes were linden from the pleasure, he reached up and touched himself. He would never outwardly admit it, but it felt so good. Before he could palm himself harder, he felt his pants being ripped off. Fingers were digging into his waist band and were tearing the fabric away from his legs. He gasped at the sudden air that finally graced his sweaty, bare thighs. Those thick, robotic hands grabbed his thighs, then, squeezing the soft pale flesh until Scott squeaked, covering his mouth with his hand and throwing his head back. He moaned a stream of words into his palm. 

 "I want to hear you, Scott, who's going to hear you?" Afton growled, pulling away the codpiece that was between his legs. Scott opened his eyes and watched the monster pull it away with a sticky slurp. He stared, openly, his brown eyes widened in shock. Afton had a dick still, but it was purple and translucent. And most importantly, huge. Much larger than anything Scott had ever seen, it was completely impossible. "Scotty, do you know how long I've waited to be able to use this on you? To watch to squirm as i thrust into you, knowing that there is nothing you can do to escape me. To watch your face glow in that sweet way that it never hesitates to do. Ah the wet dreams that I've had in this miserable and lonely hell." He groaned dirty things as he lined up with Scott's hole. Scott's breathing became sporadic, and his chest shook. 
 "It's so big... NgH, oh my god just put it in, please." Scott begged, not sure what that entailed, but needing it so bad. He felt the tip push past his entrance and tears prickled his eyes, it was so good. He moaned, laying back and arching uncontrollably. It inched in ever so slowly, pressing on deeper. Scott's moans became rapid, more like little gaps tinged with sounds of lust.
 "Mmm, either my Scotty has found someone else to replace me, or he's been naughty and touching himself. You're quite loose already, Scott." Afton chuckled, pressing a hand against Scott's chest. Scott whined, squeezing his eyes shut and screwing his mouth up, of course he touches himself, he'd been so horribly lonely.
 He felt like his intestines were being rearranged as Afton drilled into him. He bucked a slow pace first to acclimate Scott to the size, he felt stretched so wide that he thought he might explode. He looked down slowly, clearing the tears form his eyes and saw the shape of Afton's dick inside of his stomach. He face flushed, he could see it bulging inside of him. He groaned and fell back again, his arms were too weak to hold him up. Afton caught his head before it hit the metal desk and lowered it the rest of the way, never breaking his pace.
 Afton leaned down and something large and wet began to pull Scott's tank top up and off of his body. It was a tongue. Or something like it. It matched Afton's dick, translucent and purple, like some ghost appendage. It licked his stomach, it was warm and he felt like a kitten being licked by its mother. A funny analogy, but the only one that made sense. 
 The pressure in Scott's abdomen became to much and his dick twitched before releasing on his stomach. Afton's tongue lapped it up without hesitation, moaning as he did, as if it were the best thing that he had ever tasted. He used to do that before... this... as well. Scott moaned, but Afton didn't stop, he curled his tongue around Scott's softened cock, pressing the tip of his tongue against the slit. 
 He railed into his g-spot for the first time that night, slamming straight against it, and Scott screamed. It felt like someone had lit his insides on fire. It was so good. He started to become slick, he could feel Afton slipping in and out without very much resistance, now, and he whimpered at the suction that was created. He felt the warmth settle in his stomach again and he knew he was getting all bricked up again. He moaned long and low in a desperate lusting manor. His sensitive organ was now even easier to milk, and Afton took full advantage of this. Pulling his tongue off, he started using one of the hands that wasn't busy and began to pump Scott, working him into a slurry of a mess. The man lay broken on the table, his limbs were numb and useless and he let himself be used like the little sex toy he was. He came again. And again. And again, until he was panting and sobbing and anywhere Afton touched was sensitive and brought out little mewls. 
 "Oh I forgot about one thing..." Afton said, his voice was flighty, now, and Scott knew that he was about to finish. Finally. He groaned and then managed, in a nearly unintelligible accent "knot." And the Scott felt something press against him, forcing inside of his already over stretched hole. 
 "AH!? No-o I can't its... Afton!" Scott cried and clutched onto Afton's matted fur shoulders, squeezing his eyes. The knot forced itself inside of him until Afton came. It was never ending and the ectoplasm type cum kept spilling out of him, his stomach was already stretched out and he couldn't hold it in anymore. He screamed, his cheeks were red like fire, and his arched his back way off the table until his shoulders were nearly lifted too. Afton pulled out and Scott felt the pressure begin to loosen as the cum began to poor out of him. His eyes were closed and relished in the feeling of being so completely full. He panted and whimpered, his thighs burned where they had been so tense. 
 He lay there with his eyes closed, beginning to drift into unconsciousness. He was faintly aware of the giant rabbit slinking away again, back into the hallway, before he knocked out completely (CUMpletely. Ha. Haha.)

 IVE NEVER WRITTEN A MONSTER FUCKING BEFORE SO-