Synopsis: Canine Hybrid!Caleb gets too rambunctious when in Rut. So Feline!Reader buys him a contraption to keep him under control!
Warning: Omegaverse, Hybrids, Knotting, Drooling, Muzzles, Smut, Sort of Mean!Caleb but MC is into it.
Youâd grounded your mate from touching you. You still bore scarred marks from the last time Caleb was in rut.
He has been pining all night but he kept himself from dry humping your lower back. When he noticed you moving away, he whined into your neck.
His hand was resting on your waist and you can sense the tremble on it as he tried to control himself. He was doing his best to control the beast inside him because he really doesnât want to hurt his mate. But the way he is panted into your neck, you could feel his body heat seep into your bones.
âNo, Cal. You know why. Câmon, I said you can hold me but no more.â You huffed and tried squirming away. The summer night was already hot enough and the AC wasnât doing much for his own overheated flesh.
He lets out a low, frustrated whimper at your refusal. His hands tightened around you, refusing to let you go even just for a moment.
His chest rumbled against your back as he spoke, his voice a hoarse disappointment. âJust let meâŚâ he started, but his words trailed off, leaving them hanging, unspoken, charged with unexpressed desire.
You can truly sense how much he yearns for physical intimacy with you, how it's almost a physical ache within him.
The next morning is even worse, you have to peel yourself from him to fix breakfast, your ears on constant rotation to catch the noise of when he woke up.
You stand in the midst of the kitchen, fixing a shit ton of protein for him. Your ears twitch at the sound of him pulling himself from the bed. Heâs standing in the doorway nearly too big. All muscle, over 200 pounds of pure strength wrapped in untamed desires.
âGâmorninââŚâ you murmured over your shoulder.
Caleb says nothing, but you can feel the floor quake under each step.
He wraps his arms around you from behind; his body pressed against you, the heat of him against your back a heady reminder of his state.
He knows he shouldn't push, but the desire is too strong to resist. He whispers in your ear, his voice low, âJust let me...please, pretty kitty. I need youâŚâ
You sigh, fully prepared to push him off. But his hips twitch against your lower back, straining length stretching the fabric andâŚwet? Why was it-?
âCaleb Xia, did you just cum on my back?!â
Caleb is groaning, whining, and still humping your back as the cum seeps through his boxers. âIâll be good-sâ good! Please please please-
âOff.â The command is sharp, your tail between you rigid. He whines like you just kicked him but peels himself away,
You banish him to his at-home gym, tell him to work out his frustrations while you finish breakfast and head to the store.
He sulks at first, not wanting to leave your side, but after a few more stern words and narrowed feline eyes, he begrudgingly makes his way to the gym.
He works out intensely, trying to burn off the frustrations he feels. As he trains, his body glistens with sweat, his muscles flexing, his rut making him stronger than usual, his testosterone overbearing at this point.
You on the other hand, visit the tiny corner shop you and Caleb have visited a few times. It caters to Hybrids like yourself, owned by a Hybrid couple FOR people just like you.
The Bear Hybrid, husband of the owner, with his imposing tall build and lopsided grin, greets you with a hearty laugh. "Ah, if it isn't my favorite cat! What brings you here today?" His eyes sparkle with warmth, and there's a subtle hint of admiration behind his words.
The corner shop is a familiar haven for Hybrids like you, and the bear's genuine welcome always puts you at ease.
You grumble and pull your shirt off your shoulder just a bit so you can show off the vicious bite marks Caleb left during his last Rut. âCaleb isâŚa lot more bitey during his Ruts. Iâm just looking for something that can help him. Got anything thatâll stop him from treating me like a chew toy?â
The Bear Hybrid lets out a hearty laugh at the sight of Caleb's bite marks on you. "That boy of yours sure does have a strong bite! Well, I might just have something that can help. Hold on, let me check in the back."
He disappears into the back of the shop, rummaging through various potions and remedies. A moment later, he returns with a metal contraption, he lays it on the counter with a soft clink.
âItâs designed to prevent unnecessary biting duringâŚuh, certain activities,â the Bear Hybrid explains casually, as though he was discussing the weather or last night's game.
He pushes it towards you. âItâll prevent him from hurting you during his rut, but still allow you both to be close. Just donât tell him it was my idea.â he adds with a wink.
You nervously walk back to the apartment with the paper bag in hand. Caleb is absolutely going to hate this, but he might hate remaining untouched during his Rut even more.
You slowly push open the door to hear whines, groans and the smell of raw Alpha in the air.
As you step into the apartment, youâre immediately hit with the raw, untamed scent of his rut. It hangs heavy in the air, an undeniable presence. His groans echo in the stillness, a symphony of suppressed desire. The smell alone is enough to stir something within you, a primal urge you've been trying to push down.
You hear him before you see him. He's lying on the ground, his body glistening with sweat from his workout.
But in his hands, is your crumpled used underwear, his salvia andâŚother fluids clinging to it.
When he notices you, he looks up, his eyes dark. There's no denying the wild hunger in them, a direct result of his rut. He tosses the underwear aside, his voice hoarse. "You're back. Please, pretty girl..."
When you pull out the muzzle, Caleb looks betrayed in a way. His tail tucks between his legs but there is a firm look in your eyes. âItâs the only way Caleb. Please?â
Calebâs lip pulls back in a snarl and for a second, you think he might deny it. But then he steps closer and dips his head. You quickly slide it over his mouth, the leather straps rattling as you secure it fully.
âGood boy, how does that feel?â You take a step back and he gives his head a few firm shakes.
âItâs fineâŚI guess.â He huffs, jerking his head around. His massive body is tense like a coiled trap. Your lips curl up and you hold his cheek between your hands, hushing his angered huffs.
âShhh, youâre doing well. Now-â You step forward so your fingers press against his raging boner tenting his shorts. You nearly have to catch him in your arms when his knees buckle. He tries to press his face into his favorite place, the crook of your neck, but the metal bars keep him from your flesh.
âCanât fuckinâ taste you.â He whines through clenched teeth. You giggle, just a light noise to thread your fingers with him.
You guide him to the safety of the bedroom. His scent bounces off the walls now fully surrounding you. âStay.â You order, pointing in-front of you to the corner of the room. Caleb feels like his entire body nearly vibrate as you began to strip off your clothing. Your furry tail sprung up as you slide down your panties and shorts.
âHush, enjoy the show.â
You soon stand bare before him, allowing his eyes to trail over each scar from the bites his fangs have left. He whines, heart aching. Another time he would kiss every bite as apology. But right now-
He wanted to give you more.
You crawl into the plush bed, enveloped in both of your scents. Your knees hit the bed and you press your chest to the soft comforter. You reach back, fingers grasping your cheeks before pulling them apart, exposing your holes like you were offering yourself on a silver platter.
When you look over your shoulder, Calebâs shorts and tank top were tossed aside like trash. Heâs panting, tongue out and all, drool seeping through the metal bars.
The command is so sudden it startles Caleb. But luckily heâs quick on his feet.
Heâs bounding towards you like his life depended on it. He drops to his knees first, as if heâs ready to worship the most precious deity.
Caleb presses the end of his muzzle up against your dripping folds. He growls when the metal prevents him from tasting your sweet nectar that dribbled mere inches away.
He lets out a frustrated growl, the muzzle digging into your sensitive flesh as he tries to push past it to reach your center. His hands grip your hips tightly, fingers digging into your skin as he attempts to force his way in despite the barrier. "Nngh... Fuck this thing..."
You mewl and arch as the cool bars rub your most sensitive flesh. He knows theirs no use, but heâs too far gone now.
Drooling tongue gets so, so close to your aching folds but falls too short. Thatâs when you notice them.
The thick tears welled up in those pretty violet eyes. Heâs so desperate. Youâve been edging him for the past two days, refusing to let him have you because of a few (in his opinion) stupid marks.
How else was he supposed to let the other males know you had a big, scary looking dog at home who stretched your pussy so good you saw stars?
He lets out a frustrated groan, his claws digging into the sheets as he fights the urge to rip the muzzle off. Instead, he starts rubbing his snout vigorously against your clit through the metal grille, trying to stimulate you indirectly. His tail thrashes angrily behind him. "PleaseâŚâ
Your body acts accordingly, slick beginning to drip down your thighs in response. âG-good boy.â
The praise sends a shiver down his spine. He redoubles his efforts, the snout of the muzzle rubbing faster and harder against your clit. His own arousal is obvious, his cock throbbing and leaking against your thigh where it's trapped between your bodies. âMâ Good, sâ good for ya.â
Heâs a mess, leaking down your leg, the end of the muzzle now covered in your slick and his saliva. You take a shuddering breath and reach back to grab his arm. âU-up! Mount!â
At your command, he immediately scrambles up to mount you. His large, muscular frame overshadows you as his wet cock slides across your sticky mound.
The muzzle makes his breathing heavy and loud, but he can't help the muffled whine that escapes him as he slowly pushes forward, his angry cockhead stretching you open inch by inch.
It never gets easier taking such a beefy part of the canine Hybrid. His chin rests on your shoulder as he bullies inch by inch inside, stretching out the gummy walls that try to suck him in forever.
His slick thighs try to find purchase against your body but it fails the first couple of times. He begins pleading with you to loosen up, begging you not to choke him out.
His pleas grow more desperate as he tries to thrust deeper but keeps slipping out because of your stubborn hold. His nails carefully scratch at your sides, trying to coax your muscles to relax. "Nngh! Please... Open more...Iâll be so good to yaâŚâ
Slowly but surely your natural slick drips around his girth and he can finally bottom out. He swears he might cum, might blackout right then and there.
The cold of the metal makes tiny indentions on your shoulder as he begins a desperate pace. There isnât really a rhyme or reason to his thrust, the initial few pumps have your head reeling.
âFeel so good kitty-mmn fuck, fuck you feel so gooood~!â Heâs a man deprived now. He grabs your hips to lift you ever so gently off the bed before pounding your guts like they owe you money. Your claws tear at the sheets when you try to find something to keep you grounded.
Calebâs head is thrown back, the muzzle doing its job. But it canât stop the flinging drool that drips from his dirty mouth. Pieces of saliva collect on the space between your shoulder blades when he curls himself around your arch.
âPussy feels so good! C-canât believe you tried keepinâ her from me.â Heâs snarls.
He can feel the base of his cock starting to swell. His jaw snaps inside of the muzzle that pressed right against your swollen heat gland. His instincts are bitter, wanting nothing more than to make you bleed for making him wait so long.
Your ears pivot at the sound of his snarl and he catches the sight in his peripheral. One clawed hand encircles your tail, giving a light pull that sends a hiss from your throat.
âThink youâre so much better than this big dumb dog? All high and mighty, not lettinâ me mark ya? Afraid Iâll scare away those prissy fuckinâ cat suitors I see watchinâ ya?â
âF-fuckinâ mutt! So big, n cock is so big! D-donât even think about how much it hurts!â You hiss out, ears flattened despite your tail folded against your spine as your body takes him over and over, tears of pleasure and frustration spilling down your cheeks.
Calebâs eyes roll back at the way your walls spasm around his throbbing cock. âYeahhhh, yeah you love this muttâs big cock. Want me to give you all the fucking pups huh? Say it.â
His hand grasps your jaw, angling your head back and- âFuck! Fuck yeah, want your pups. Pleasepleaseple-â
Calebâs jaws flex, his snarl overpowering your moans. You barely comprehend the sound of tearing leather before his teeth fasten around your shoulder. His knot pops in and he balances on his haunches as he pumps load after load.
âFUCK! Fuck Caleb, ow-â
He gives his head a warning whip, daring you to try to push him away. Your cries die down to whimpers as you come down from your own high, a frothy mix dribbling down your inner thighs.
Blood trickles down your shoulder and onto the once clean bedsheets. You know you should hiss, should scratch and claw at him. But when the remains of the broken muzzle falls beside you on the bed-
Caleb has you sprawled out on the bed like a used white. He hasnât stopped apologizing while heâs cleaned the wounds heâs left and the cum leaking out of your well used entrance.
You donât have the strength to fight him off when he decides his tongue is the best cleaning tool for your pussy.
âMm sorry Kitty. Iâll take care of you.â
Caleb crawls next to you but not before grabbing the broken muzzle and tossing it across the room like an unloved toy. âBut if you ever put a muzzle on me again, Iâll fuck you through the wall.â
Was that a threat? Or was he flirting?
Knowing Caleb? Probably both.
