#helluvahazbin

The problems began far before this moment, this tense meeting that Valentino didn't seem to be able to read the hostility of. The underlying issue started when he bought his FizzBot and had Vox customize it, crossing wires and messing with code he didn't fully understand. The current problem was that he brought said Custom FizzBot to a very important meeting.

Kitty now stood at Valentino's side, fetching drinks with inhuman speed and expertly ignoring the borderline hateful glances from their owner's guests: the King Of Lust Asmodeus and his business partner Fizzarolli.

Kitty did not understand their disdain for her, but would dutifully stay out of sight as best they could in an attempt to facilitate a good outcome to the meeting. What Valentino wanted from this meeting and these people the little robot did not know, but if making himself smaller in their presence would help Kitty would happily oblige.

They seemed upset when they left, declining whatever venture Valentino had pitched to them and further souring his owner's mood, and all the soundless flitting about wouldn't get the small bot away from those uncareful, grasping hands.

He was hissing words it didn't understand as he grasped the robot's arm, throwing his glass against the wall just to hear it shatter. Vox had been procrastinating on adding language translation to their database, but Kitty wasn't sure if that was a bad thing. Valentino was usually capable of being sufficiently vulgar in English, Kitty was sure her ears would spark if they understood what he said when he was so ecceptionally angry. And Vox spoke it, that was enough for him to review the recordings.

“Don't you worry, my little kitty, you're still much cuter than the real thing~” The towering man cooed, twisting the robot's face and limbs towards him and running his fingers along their detailing. “Made just for me, why don't you show daddy you were worth the money, hmm?~”

His cock pressed to the robot's rigid face, leaving disgusting smears they'd have to wash away later. At the very least it hadn't been designed with the mouth's functionality in mind.

Valentino moved the little jester like a doll, a third his size and programmed to accept whatever he did to it. All Kitty's processors were focused on were the messes that would need cleaning up after this, but she shivered and leaned into his touch at all the right times to please him.

The force with which he shoved the bot down across the table forced a squeak from its limited voicebox, like a dog toy getting stepped on, and Valentino sneered.

“Those pretentious, fluffed-up aristocrat bastards-” The moth ranted as he rutted against them, slamming the jester bot's head into the solid wood so hard her sensors flickered, the tiny servant gripping the edge of the table in an attempt to alleviate the flashing warnings of stressed components.

It didn't take many more rage-fueled blows before the pimp had his pants down, body draped across the robot's pinned form, fingers worming their way under its costume to slip into androgynously-designed, automatically lubricated orifices. There had been customization options, but Kitty was purchased as a sturdy toy so those things hadn't mattered much.

There were a few more glitches in her vision as Valentino shoved in, pressing in deeper than their circuits were designed to process, and beginning to take his frustration for the day out on the bot's pliant body. The bot tried to focus past the tight slide of cock in its cavity.

He pounded harshly, chasing his own pleasure and completely disregarding the sparking and glitching of the object beneath him, until he finally wrapped a hand around their neck and pulled it's limp body to his chest, coming deep inside before pulling out with languid, lazy hands smoothing across overheated metal and soft artificial skin.

“Good kitty~” he purrs, still stroking his long nails along the lax robot's soft inorganic stomach plating. “Always so good for me~”

A large puff of smoke bellowed over Kitty's vision, obscuring its sensors and disorienting them as Val moved away, dropping the limp, glitching doll and striding out of the room to get cleaned up. Though not before barking an order to tidy up the mess he had made, which his programmed servant shakily hurried to obey.

Author's notes:

[Next chapter will be Fizz and Ozzie discussing, and some setup for more bad things.

I do not speak Spanish so I am not great at writing Valentino, I think Google translating shit will lead to lower quality than I am already managing. I'm also not that creative with cursing.

If anyone wants to help me out with characterization be my guest I'm only good at Kitty's perspective.