I had the idea of a daycare for hybrids. Except reader is a kittyhybrid who hates everyone.
CWs/Tags: petplay (well yeah), KittyHybrid!reader x puppy hybrid, exhibitionism, public play, mutual masturbation, plushie humping, p in v, wholesome and then smut, written with chubby reader in mind but no explicit body mentions, kind of like a glory hole? Except not really? You’ll see what I mean.
“This is stupid,” you pouted, your tail puffed up and arms crossed as you sat on the couch. “Why do I have to go?”
Your owner did not seem impressed. He gestured to the couch, the fabric all torn and scratched. “Why do you think?”
You refused to make this easy for him. You simply shrugged your shoulders. “I don’t know.”
Your owner let out a groan. “Fine. I’ll spell it out for you. Every time I leave you here by yourself, something ends up all messed up.”
You looked away, “not my fault you’re too cheap to buy me a new scratching post,” you mumbled under your breath.
“I did! It’s right there!” He gestured next to the couch, where the uninteresting scratching post sat.
“Well…the couch is more fun. Sorry.” Despite your words, your tone made it very clear you weren’t at all apologetic.
“Alright, look. Here’s what’s gonna happen.” Your owner approached, putting his hands on your shoulders. “You’re gonna go-”
Your owner’s brow furrowed, but he continued through gritted teeth. “You’re gonna go. For a week. And if you stay out of trouble here AND there, then maybe, just maybe, I’ll trust you to be here by yourself again. Got it?”
The temptation to scratch him was there, his face close to yours. Nevertheless, you managed to resist. “Fine. Do I have to talk to people?”
“That’s up to you,” he sighed, petting your head. Despite you being the source of so much of his stress, petting you seemed to calm him down. “Just, stay out of trouble, please. Bring like a book, or a game, or whatever if you don’t want to be sociable. Just don’t cause problems, okay?”
He gave you another firm look.
“Okay, fine. I’ll be good.”
Hybrid daycare fucking sucked.
You hadn’t been around so many other hybrids since your days as an alleycat, fighting and scrounging for scraps. Only here, everyone seemed…spoiled.
Bunny hybrids dolled up with cute accessories to accentuate their long ears. Other kitten hybrids with glimmering bell collars and ribbons around their tails. Even the puppy hybrids seemed refined, their excitement tempered for whoever they spoke with.
Every hybrid there was long accustomed to love and attention; something you had only (kind of) gotten recently.
Everyone already seemed to have a group to play or cuddle with. You didn’t particularly mind being alone, given none of the hybrids you saw looked particularly friendly.
In fact, you were perfectly content staying in the crate you came in, but the attendants insisted you leave. Making friends was a requirement, it seemed.
So, bag still in tow, you found a quiet corner of the room to read.
A corner situated next to a window, right next to a pile of pillows and fuzzy blankets. It seemed you had gotten lucky; such a location should’ve been prime real estate across the daycare. You stretched out, letting out a yawn before curling up with a book.
Maybe this won’t be so bad.
You drowned out the noise of overlapping voices, focusing solely on your reading as you listened to the quiet pitter-patter of rain outside. No one paid you any mind; good.
Out of the corner of your vision you saw a spiky blue ball roll over, glistening with…spit. You pulled your legs closer to your chest, trying to avoid the toy touching you.
An excited puppyboy ran over to grab it, pouncing at the ball as his golden tail wagged behind him. His erratic movements only pushed the ball further away from him; and closer to your direction. You held your book over your face, silently praying he didn’t notice you.
You didn’t need to wonder what was on his mind. His quick mumbling made that quite clear.
“ball?…ball…ballballballballball….”
Each time he repeated the word, it sounded like he was getting more and more nervous.
He’s said it so many times it doesn’t sound like a real word anymore.
He turned his head back and forth quickly, looking more and more distressed. Instead of continuing to search, he just…laid down, tail tucked between his legs, and started to whimper.
This is the most pathetic dog I’ve ever seen in my life.
Saying it was a little embarrassing to watch would’ve been an understatement. Eager for him to go away, you stretched your leg out, gently bumping the ball in his direction; all while hoping to remain unnoticed.
The ball rolled towards him, hitting his back. He sprung back into action, a big smile on his face once he saw his beloved ball. Then, he looked towards you.
He scurried towards you, his face nearly between your legs. “You got my ball!”
You nodded, instinctively pulling away. “Sure did. Now shoo.” You waved him off with your hand, but that did little to deter him.
“Thank you!” His tail was now wagging rapidly behind him. He looked you over from side to side. “You don’t have a friend!”
“And you don’t have an inside voice,” you remarked. Even if he wasn’t wrong, there was something frustrating about his naive tone.
He tilted his head to the side. “…what?”
“An inside voice. You know, like thinking before you speak? Not just blurting stuff out?”
He looked at you like you were speaking another language.
You rolled your eyes, “never mind.”
“Did you just get here today? Is that why you don’t have a friend?” He asked, once again moving his face closer.
“Yes, but I’m quite alright with my current situation, thank you.” You grabbed your book off your lap. “Now, if you’ll excuse me-”
Without even asking, he crawled next to you, looking over your shoulder. “Whatcha reading?”
You showed him the cover. “There, now you know. Now I’d really like to be left alone, so respectfully, go away.”
“But…But I just got here too. And I don’t have a friend.” He mumbled, looking up at you with big, wet eyes. “Everyone already has a group, and…and the lady said you could be my friend.”
You raised an eyebrow. “What lady?”
“That one,” he said as he pointed to the daycare attendant.
Bitch, you thought, making a note to bite her later.
“Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but my friends list is full. Sorry.”
He just wasn’t getting the hint.
“Look, I don’t wanna play, puppy. Not with you, not with anyone. Now can you just leave me alone to read?”
He nodded, “yeah! I can do that!”
“Okay, thanks.” You tried to focus on your book once again, only to notice he…wasn’t…leaving. He was still situated next to you, looking over your book.
“What are you doing?” You asked.
“I’m letting you read! I’m reading too, but I’m kind of confused.”
“Well yeah, it’s the middle of the book. You can’t just jump right in at the middle.”
“Oh. Well…can you explain it to me? Please?” He asked with needy eyes.
“No, listen, I-” you let out a groan, your face growing warm as you tried not to lose your temper. “Can you please just go back to playing with your ball and leave me alone? You seemed to be having a wonderful time with that.”
“…But I need a friend,” he said sheepishly. “It’s not fun playing by myself.”
You had just about had it, setting your book down again and moving your hands as you spoke. “Well, find someone else then! I’m not here to just be your entertainment cause we started on the same day, so fuck off!”
His eyes started to well with tears as he stared up at you, lip quivering. At first, you rolled your eyes, unimpressed. “Come on, don’t give me that-“
While you had been moving your arms about, you had snagged him with one of your claws, a short, red scratch appearing right across his nose. Your owner’s words echoed in your mind.
“Just, stay out of trouble.”
The puppy held his nose, blood starting to trickle down his face. “I’m sorry…I wanna go home…” he started to cry. “I…I just wanted to play…and be your friend…and-” He was getting louder and louder, words cut off by sniffles. People were starting to turn their heads.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
If you wanted even a chance of getting out of here, you needed to fix this. The last thing you needed was to get in trouble on the first day.
You tried to shush him, speaking in a soft, calming tone. “Hey, hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. It-It’ll be okay, just…take a deep breath.”
He followed your instruction, his nostrils filled with snot, eyes covered in tears.
“Okay, um…” you looked around, spotting a sink with a roll of paper towels next to it.
I really didn’t wanna lick the wounds of a stranger, thank God.
“Just…just stay right there, okay?” You cooed.
He nodded his head. “I can stay. I’m good at staying.”
“Yeah, sure, good. Uh, good boy. Yeah.” You panicked as you scampered off to the sink, grabbing a paper towel and dabbing it with water. You looked around; it seemed like all the attendants were thankfully busy, so you continued your search.
You opened up the cabinet underneath the sink, finding a box of band-aids. You grabbed one before running back to where you had been sitting before. The puppy, as instructed, had stayed; despite the blood trickling down his face and onto the floor, it had somehow missed his shirt.
“Okay, okay, just stay still, I can fix it.” You said as you dabbed his nose with the paper towel before taking out a bandaid. “Don’t move…don’t cry…” you mumbled as you placed it on his nose. “There. Does…does it still hurt?”
“A little…but not as much as before.” He nodded. “I’m sorry…I…I’ll try to find someone else to play with,” he sighed, defeated. “I won’t bother you anymore.”
“No, just-hold on,” you said as you quickly wiped up the blood that had fallen onto the floor. You took a deep breath, the entire ordeal somewhat exhausting. “Look, I…”
I can’t believe I feel bad for him. No, I just don’t want him to rat me out. That’s all.
You sighed, “I don’t really like to play. At least, not how you do.”
“What do you mean?” He asked, tilting his head to the side once again.
“Well, sometimes I play, but…most of the time I like to read, or play games, or just…be by myself, I guess.”
You shrugged, “I don’t know. Just do. But…”
“But if you wanted to sit and read with me, I wouldn’t mind. I uh…I have a book in my bag I haven’t started yet, so-”
“Oh, where!?” His eyes lit up as his tail wagged. “I can get it!!”
You pointed out your bag, and he ran off. You watched as he sniffed your bag, grabbing the handle with his teeth before bringing the entire bag to you. “I wasn’t sure which one was the new one, so…”
“That’s okay,” you opened up your bag, trying to avoid touching where he had held it. You pulled out a book, and laid back down in your spot. “Okay, we’ll start at the very beginning.”
He crawled next to you, resting his head on your chest as he curled up. “What if I don’t like the book?”
“…then you can go find something else to do?”
“Oh…well, I like the book then,” he smiled, leaning into your shoulder.
He did not like the book.
He didn’t say he didn’t like it, but…well, him falling asleep as you were mid-sentence made his opinion pretty clear.
He didn’t snore, instead making an odd humming sound every so often. You weren’t sure if that was normal or not.
He clung tightly to your body, and soon the lights began to dim; it was naptime. Well, the official naptime, at least.
How long has it been? You thought, looking for a clock as you felt something poke your side. You looked down, and-
The puppy had gotten hard in his sleep, his cock tight against his loose shorts as it poked your thigh. He burrowed his face into your chest, his hips slowly moving back and forth. Yet he still appeared fully asleep.
Admittedly, you were curious. It had been quite some time since you had seen a cock that wasn’t your master’s.
You ran your finger across where you presumed the tip was, your suspicions confirmed when you saw a wet spot form on his shorts. It was kind of cute.
You ran your hand over it, his cock long; nearly as long as your master’s.
“For naptime, you need to go back in your crate.”
You were startled by the low voice of one of the daycare attendants. Immediately, you moved your hands to try and cover the tent in your new friend’s pants.
Oh shit, they might think he’s in heat. Or rut, or whatever it is. Is he? No, he’s just…a dog.
“Why? I’m comfy here,” you asked. You didn’t dislike the crate, but it seemed silly to make everyone move just to sleep.
“Just to make sure no one’s accidentally kicking or scratching someone while they sleep.” The attendant reached down to pet your head, scratching beside your twitching ears. It felt nice, but you still weren’t thrilled about needing to move; or being touched by a stranger.
A pout formed on your face, your tail puffing up. “But no one’s nearby. Except him, and he’s already asleep. So I can’t move.”
“That’s okay. Here, I’ll help.” The attendant leaned down, scooping the puppy into his arms with little effort. Your new friend wrapped his arms around the attendant’s neck, an action that looked natural for him.
He looked over the puppy’s face. “Did he always have this band-aid?”
“Oh, poor thing,” he cooed before looking back at you. “Now come on, kitten,” he spoke softly. “Let’s get you to sleep.”
You let out a groan a bit louder than you had intended, resulting in you quickly being shushed. Other animals were sleeping, after all.
First they tell me to get out my crate, now they’re making me go back in. Make up your mind, damn it.
You looked back up at the attendant, your puppy friend still peacefully asleep in his arms.
Maybe if I liked being babied I’d enjoy this more. I’m too jaded to enjoy pets and cuddles from strangers. I don’t know you people.
You strutted back into your crate, laying down on the collection of blankets and pillows brought from home. Never before did you think you’d miss the smell of your master. You sniffed the blanket, rubbing your face against it.
I wish it was him petting me. He at least knows how I like to be pet.
Soft, calming music began to play as the lights turned all the way off. Small amounts of sunlight seeping in through the blinds was all that illuminated the room.
Once you got comfortable, you realized the attendant hadn’t strayed too far, simply standing in front of the crate with the puppy.
Another attendant opened the door of the cage next to you, and you soon realized who it belonged to. The first attendant gently set your puppy friend down, his eyes fluttering open so he could walk into the cage. Now, his hard-on was on full display.
“Oh,” was all the attendant said at first. “Well…we’ll keep an eye on that. Just try not to touch it, puppy.”
The puppy mumbled and nodded his head before cuddling up against a large plush rabbit in his cage. As soon as the attendant walked away, he was back to moving his hips back and forth, humping the plushie. He seemed to be still half-asleep, eyes shut as he pushed his cock against the toy.
You couldn’t help but watch.
The needy little look on his face, the presumed size of his cock, the little noises he let out every so often. Even a puppy as sweet as he was had urges; and so did you.
You laid back, pulling a blanket over to cover yourself before slipping a hand between your legs and under your pants. Thankfully, there wasn’t a cage beside you other than the puppy’s.
You started to run slow circles around your clit, biting your lip to stay quiet. The risk of being caught, of being around so many people as you pleasured yourself in secret; that only made you get wet faster.
The puppy’s eyes slowly opened. He paused as he woke up, only to start again, looking back at you. He moved to the edge of his cage, the stuffed animal pressing against the metal bars.
“Hi,” he whispered with a giggle, still humping the stuffie.
His forwardness caught you off guard. You were prepared to just watch, not…this. “Um…hi.”
He smiled, his face partially obscured by his toy. “Do you wanna play now?”
He had asked you the same question before, but you were fairly certain he had a different meaning this time. “I uh…”
As you pondered the question, he pulled the stuffie away, revealing his hard cock poking out of his shorts. “Wanna see it?” He whispered.
He let out another quiet laugh as he pulled down the waistband of his shorts, his cock long, the tip dripping with precum. He moved his hips closer to the bars of the cage, slipping his fingers through. “Your cage is right next to mine.”
You nodded, watching as he wrapped his fingers around your side of the bars, as if mentally measuring them. “Hey, come here!” He said, moving as close as he could to the edge of his cage. You did the same, your face pressed against the bars.
He stuck his finger through the gap, poking your nose. “Boop,” he giggled, his tail wagging behind him.
You couldn’t help but smile. Maybe that was the charm of puppyboys; always playful, always excited, and in love with whoever they met.
He wrapped his hand around his cock, stroking it back and forth. “Do you…do you wanna touch it?”
He’s gonna try to fuck me through the bars, isn’t he? Well…as long as he doesn’t blame me if he gets stuck.
You nodded your head once more.
He pushed his cock through the gaps, still laying on his side. You started to stroke it with your hand.
He bit his lip, letting out a whimper. “Your hand is really warm…”
You watched as his cheeks flushed red. You smiled, moving just a little faster. It was fun, watching him try to stifle his whimpers and moans. Every so often you’d look around to make sure no one nearby was waking up, and no attendants were walking towards you.
You were soaking wet, the tension of the situation enough to drive you crazy with little touch. But…
This is insane, there’s no way it’ll work.
You slowed down, the puppy lost in pleasure as you tried to get his attention. “Puppy? Puppy.” You didn’t know his name, but the title worked fine.
You said nothing, simply slipping off your pants and underwear before you turned on your side, spreading your ass to reveal your wet pussy.
“Oh…” he mumbled, his tongue relaxed as he started to pant as the sight. He pulled his cock out of your cage to lean his face closer. “It’s so pretty…” he mumbled, trying to stick his tongue through the bars; it just wasn’t long enough. He let out a little noise of disappointment.
“That’s okay, maybe another time,” you spoke quickly, unsure of how much time you had; you had gone this far, you were determined to get fucked at this point. “Just try to fuck me.”
“Oh. Okay, okay,” he nodded, happy to obey any order you gave him. He moved back to his side, sliding his cock through the bars again.
You could feel the the tip of his cock brush against your clit, his body warm even with the barrier between you. You felt him slowly push the tip inside, his breath hitching at the sensation. “You’re so…you feel really good…”
Before you could respond, he thrust the rest of his cock inside you, the surprise evoking a soft gasp from your lips. He was at the perfect angle to hit your g-spot, and it didn’t take long for him to increase his pace, the metal cages starting to shake.
“Wait, wait, slow-” a moan interrupted your train of thought. “Slow down,” you hissed in a whisper. “You’re making too much noise!”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” he mumbled, slowing his pace. “I…I can’t help it. It feels too good…”
“You’re gonna have to, if we get caught, both of us will be in a world of trouble,” you bit your lip, stifling another moan. It was undeniable it felt good, but getting caught would be…embarrassing, to say the least.
He barely managed to stay quiet, but as he continued, you started to care less and less about getting caught. There was something so undeniably slutty about fucking out in the open, breeding like two careless animals. After all, that’s what you were.
It didn’t matter if he could realistically breed you; if anything, it was likely for the best. But feeling so full, feeling him once again lose control, made your entire body run warm, eager for him to cum inside you.
His tail wagged behind him as he rapidly increased his pace, the cage bars rattling louder. “I…I wanna cum, I wanna cum in you!” He moaned, doing his best to stay quiet. At this point, you wouldn’t mind if someone was watching.
“Please…” he begged when you didn’t respond. “Please can I cum in you?”
Your pussy tightened against him, attempting to milk him of everything he had. His breaths grew ragged and weak, and he held the stuffed animal from before against his face; a necessary action to stifle his growing whimpers. You covered your mouth with your hands.
One final thrust and he filled you with his cum, laying there limp as the adrenaline faded away. Both of you pulled away, followed by hushed, quick breaths.
You looked up, your eyes wandering to the clock on the wall; the day was only halfway over, but…maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.
I love them. I love bitchy cat reader and cute puppy boy . I want to write more of them, and I have a few silly ideas for this setting…will happily take requests for these two.
Also for those familiar with my ocs, I’m imagining your owner as Rennyn this time around, and the puppy as Callon; as per usual.
Thank you for reading!! I hope you enjoyed it :D