Bob moaned quietly, trying not to alert his employees. Donovan swirled his tongue all around Bob's monster-sized cock. What didn't fit in his mouth was being massaged by his hands. His dry, crusty, unwashed hands. This is what Donovan did as a chore, an action he might've regretted but he didn't care, as long as he could get that sweet, sweet prize: to see Y/N. Bob, being the leader of the Anti-Furry Club, made it a plan to get his hands on Y/N as well, and kill Gerard, too. Donovan was all in, as this meant he would be able to see Y/N, too.
Donovan could feel it; the twitching of Bob's dick in his mouth was a signal that he was about to cum. Donovan sped up, and all of a sudden, his mouth was filled with the creamy, white liquid. Bob made sure Donovan swallowed. Bob got dressed, back into his furry exterminating outfit.
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"Alright then," Bob said, and put his hands on his knees. "Back to work." He stood up and kissed Donovan on the cheek. Donovan blushed; that had been the first time anyone had kissed him, even if it was on his sweaty, pimply cheek. Donovan bit his lip. Sure, it wasn't Y/N who kissed him (he was very desperate for Y/N to come back to him), but it was someone, and that's all he needed. After all, he was going to see Y/N in all their glory when Bob takes him to them.
Donovan checked his phone. He opened iMessages and typed up a message for Y/N:
"Y/N, I love you. I'm sorry for shouting slurs at your mom when she said she thinks I'm not right for you. Take me back!"
When Donovan pressed send, his worst nightmare came true. This person has blocked you. Donovan started tearing up. What? Why? I didn't do anything wrong!? He shoved his dirty, earwaxy Apple earphones (that only worked on the right side) into his ears. Making his way to the iTunes app, he started playing his favourite song; DESTROYA by My Chemical Romance, AKA the band his boss, Bob, used to drum for. Bob would kill him if he found out that he liked MCR's music that didn't include him, but it didn't matter. Gerard's moans were the closest thing to Y/N, as Gerard had a very squeaky, high-pitched voice, like theirs.
In the hallway, Bob walked, full of confidence. Everyone feared him, as he had the power to disembowel them at any time. He was rarely kind. He had goals: to destroy all of fur-kind, to find Y/N and kidnap them, etc. - his biggest goal, to kill Gerard Way, was still in progress. Usually he could smell grease a mile away, but Gerard hadn't been picked up by Bob's nose. Gerard was openly a furry, something that disgusted Bob. He just didn't have the guts to kill Gee while he was still in the band. Bob saw Donovan with his earphones in. He rolled his eyes.
"Donny, you're supposed to be working!" Bob pouted. "Y'know what? Come with me." Bob lead Donovan to the disembowling room. Bob picked up a scalpel. "I'll show you how it's done." Bob stood over the metal tray and stabbed the deceased furry corpse. Cutting through fur and flesh, Bob worked. He reached in the slit and the wet sounds of organs made Donovan shiver. Bob pulled out the furry's heart.
"W-w-what are you going to do with that?" Donovan asked, worriedly. Bob smirked, opened his mouth, and took a bite out of the raw organ. He stepped towards Donovan, placed his hand on his chin, and forced Donovan's mouth open. Bob spit the chewed-up grossness into his mouth, and held up the scalpel to his neck, a threat that told Donovan if he didn't swallow, he would die. Donovan gulped, and almost vomited on Bob's crusty face.
"Good boy." Bob said, pleasantly, and he walked out of the room, but at the door turned around. "Are you going to disembowel all these furries or are you going to do your job?" He teased. "Come along."
