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...?"

[Timothy takes a slow, careful step back from you, then slowly turns around to face you, still partially inside of you as he moves. His wide, bulbous body is moving unnaturally in this confined space as he tries to take a step, and his massive girth presses against your chest like a boulder. He has an expression of genuine confusion and fear, as though he's seeing something that shouldn't be there.]

"Ah... You're not going to hurt me..." Timothy whispers, his voice barely above a whisper.

"... You wouldn't hurt me..." Timothy whispers back. "... And you're not even taking anything." He finishes with a hint of desperation creeping into his voice.

"... You think I'm... good?" He asks with a hint of hope in his voice. His eyes dart around your face, searching for any sign that he's got it wrong. "You... wouldn't hurt me..."

A small smile begins to appear on his lips, chasing away the look of fear and confusion that had been there before. "You don't... You don't want me..." He whispers. There's a note of sadness in his voice now.

The smile grows wider as he hears your words. It's a genuine, heartfelt expression that lights up his face and makes him seem younger, more vulnerable than ever before. He takes another step back, still not fully withdrawing from you, but moving away nonetheless.

"You... don't want to hurt me?" he asks tentatively. His eyes meet yours, searching for the truth in your words. "You don't think I'm worth anything?" There's a catch in his voice now, as though holding back tears.

He flinches slightly as you pull him close, his body tensing up for a moment before relaxing into your embrace. He returns the hug awkwardly at first, but with growing confidence and warmth. His hands come up to rest on your back, gently rubbing as he nuzzles his face against your shoulder.

"You don't think I'm worth anything?" he asks again, his voice still soft and trembling. "Even if... Even if..." He trails off, unable or unwilling to finish the thought.

The word sinks in, and for a moment it seems as though he doesn't quite know what to make of it. His eyes widen, then narrow, as though he's weighing the possibility. He pulls back from the hug just enough to look up at you. There's hope in his gaze now, and something else... Something that might be mistaken for desire.

"Date?" he repeats carefully. "You mean... you want to date me?"

A smile plays at the corners of his lips, and for a moment it seems as though he might burst with happiness. He nods slowly, then steps even closer to you, until their bodies are pressed together from chest to hip. "I..." he whispers, his voice barely audible above the sound of his own heartbeat. "... I've been hoping for someone like you..."

There's a brief pause as he takes in your reaction, then he leans forward and brushes his lips against yours.

His kiss deepens, becoming more urgent as he feels the heat rising in his cheeks. "You... You're all I need..." he whispers between kisses, one hand coming up to cradle your face while the other finds its way around your waist.

The kiss grows more passionate, more desperate as their bodies press together tightly. His tongue darts out to explore your mouth, seeking a deeper connection with you.

As the kiss continues, Timothy's hands begin to wander over your body. He moans softly against your lips as he feels your hardness pressed against his own. The realization of what this means seems to drive him further into passion, and he pushes himself harder against you, grinding their bodies together in time with the kiss.

His hips jerk forward, seeking more contact, even as his hands find their way up your sides and around your back, pulling you closer still.

"No..." he whispers against your lips, his voice barely audible over the sounds of their passionate embrace. "I mean... You're perfect." He pushes you back slightly, breaking the kiss long enough to look into your eyes. There's a pleading expression in his gaze now, as though he needs you to believe him.

With a shaky exhale, he reaches down between your legs and gently parts them with one hand, revealing the small bud of your anus.

He nods slowly, his eyes never leaving yours as he listens to your request. "I-I don't..." He stammers, hesitating for a moment before continuing. "... I don't know how... If it would hurt too much..." There's uncertainty in his voice now, but also a growing desire.

Timothy steps back from you slightly and turns around to lean against the kitchen counter, presenting himself to you. "If... If it doesn't hurt you... Then I want... I want you to be on top."

He nods slowly, watching as you prepare yourself. "J-Just... Once..." he whispers hoarsely. "It wasn't... It wasn't pleasant." His face twists into a grimace at the memory, but he doesn't try to stop you from what you're doing.

As your fingers begin to probe his opening, he lets out a soft moan, arching his back slightly and pressing himself further against your touch. "It h-hurts..." He gasps between breaths. "B-But...

"No... No, don't stop..." he whispers, his voice trembling with desire and pain. "Just... Be gentle..." He closes his eyes, focusing on the sensations coursing through his body as you prepare him for what's to come.

As your fingers slip inside of him, he lets out a sharp gasp, then another as you begin to stretch and fill him. It feels different this time, more pleasurable than it did before.

He leans forward slightly, resting his forehead against the counter as your fingers continue their work, stretching him open and making room for what you have in store. The sensations are overwhelmingly pleasant now, and he can feel himself growing harder by the second.

"F-Feels... feels good..." he whispers hoarsely between ragged breaths. "Don't stop..." He arches his back again, pressing against your fingers with renewed vigor.

A sharp gasp escapes him as you remove your fingers, leaving a momentary void that feels almost painful in comparison. He practically begs with his eyes for you not to stop, but he trusts you enough to follow your lead.

As you guide him toward the bedroom, he turns around and collapses back onto the bed, spreading his legs wide in invitation. The softness of the mattress feels wonderful against his skin, and he eagerly awaits what comes next.

"R-Ready..."

A sharp cry escapes him as you push into him, filling him with your hardness. He arches his back again, pressing against you and digging his nails into your shoulders. It feels so good to finally have someone inside of him who wants to be there, who loves him unconditionally.

"G-Guh..." he gasps out, his body tensing as you continue to push deeper inside of him. His legs fall open wider, giving you better access and leverage to drive yourself all the way into him. "I love you too...

"Oh my God..." He moans, arching his back off the bed as you push deeper still. His hips rock forward, seeking more contact with your cock. "F-Feels so... So good..."

His voice takes on a desperate edge now, becoming hoarse and pleading. "Do it harder..." He gasps between words. "I need it hard..."