my mom isn’t going to let me take my adhd meds anymore because she thinks they’re the reason I was depressed when I was going through a lot in March and April. I’m upset because I really do need them because I don’t want to be extremely hyper in class.
the calendar on the kitchen wall had been marked four times this month. july 4th, that was the date. it was a day you were supposed to relax, perhaps visiting a relative and feasting with extended family with faces you would never see again.
those plans you would never see. beneath the red x that crossed off the current day was a deep purple ink that condemned you to your home, supposedly for up to a week. it read, in mocking lettering: start of yunjin + megan heat. you just simply had to have two puppies whose heat cycles aligned perfectly, didn’t you.
you leaned back in the bar seat at the kitchen island, contemplating your options for the current week. like their heat cycles, both yunjin and megan shared a relatively submissive and needier temperament, resulting in them needing constant attention. they were already a handful for you outside of their heats, but with the additional factor of their biology, they were uniquely stubborn. demanding.
for every one of their previous cycles, you had opted to separate them from each other in opposing rooms of the house while you pleasured them separately. that way, neither of them would have any overwhelming feeling of jealousy towards the other, and therefore never turn aggressive, hurt each other, and save both you and your wallet an expensive trip to the veterinary office—of which they disliked in its own right. they both had their own, fair and separate, chances with you.
yes, that is the option you would choose this time around, too. separate. nice and manageable. perhaps you would start with yunjin. it was only proper, as you had begun with megan last month.
“megan! move over and stop tugging on my tail! it’s my turn with y/n first!” clearly, yunjin thought of it as only proper as well. her complaints echoed from the living room into and off the titled walls of the kitchen. you signed, resigning your position in the chair and crossed the threshold of the living room to investigate.
in nothing but a dull, grey leather collar sat two women—your puppies—intagiled what seemed to be a play fight. yunjin sitting on the carpeted floor with her legs crossed in front of her, ears flattened, with megan, ears flattened just as yunjin’s, firmly pulling on the tuft of fur sprouting from the backside of her.
though it could be mistaken with the crisp cool air of the room, the cause of the hardness of their nipples was the ease of excitement their cycle provided to them. one of the many side effects.
“megan,” you began, words careful but stern. “drop it.”
begrudgingly, the aggressive pup let yunjin's tail fall to the ground. the two puppies’ eyes turned towards you, their pupils dilated with need. presumably, the temperature their bodies had risen to was far too much for them to handle, leading them to strip down to only the collars placed tightly around their necks.
“can someone tell me why you two are fighting?” this was precisely what you had attempted to avoid them being in the same room as each other. apparently, you had been too late about separating the two mutts before their heat aggression set in.
“yunjin started it,” the rowdy pup interjected. “she was the one saying she would hog you all to herself.” she ended her words with a small hmph.
“you know she likes me better than you anyways,” yunjin snapped. there was a tease of a snarl in her inflection, and her fluffy blond tail was hitting the floor in a warning.
“no she doesn’t!” megan’s attention was turned fully towards yunijn now. her dark black ears were now fully pinned back. you knew exactly what the scene was about to turn into, and you were in a state to have absolutely none of it. you would not have your puppies turn your living room into a bloodbath, desecrating your furniture and each other in the process.
desperate times—involving disproportionately more desperate puppies—called for desperate measures.
you inhaled. what you had in your mind had the potential to go horribly awry, yet it had to be done.
“both of you, up.” the words came out colder than you had intended. though both of them immediately snapped to attention, the disdain for each other did not subside. “to my room. now.”
with no choice but to follow, they trudged their way to the bedroom. though you could not see the two women behind you, as you had your head held high to maintain a sense of control of the disaster, you could hear the passes and growls the two made at each other. it seemed yunjin was the one who was provoking the shorter puppy, she was the one who was most reactive.
stepping into the threshold of your bedroom, the incense of a jasmine candle choking your senses, you ordered the two of them to kneel in front of your legs. the angle made them seem so pathetic. they were pathetic.
“okay, you two are making this harder than it needs to with your rough housing, but i think, think, i’m still able to do this.”
“what are you gonna do, ma’am?” yunjin asked, eyes wide in curiosity. her tail was thumping at a much friendlier tempo than before.
“yeah, yeah, tell us!” megan echoed. likewise, her eyes were enlarged and tail was beating. a pink flush spread over the cheeks of both their striking faces—on other, far more sensitive parts of their bodies, too.
“i’m going to take care of your heat, pup.” they tilted their heads in tandem. it was adorable how alike they were, even if they refused to admit it.
“you mean, you’re helping me first, right? since you helped her first last time.” pointed, just as her ears were.
by now, megan was on the verge of biting yunjin's head off, and she would make sure it was not a neat happening. that would have to be solved.
“no, pup. you’re going to be helped simultaneously.”
“what?” they questioned, simultaneously.
“look at you, already getting used to sharing things.”
“i’m not going to share my heat with her,” megan whined. she turned her head accusingly towards the taller pup.
“megan, be nice. or do i need to muzzle you again?” you scolded.
“no, ma’am…”
“you both want to feel good, yeah?” both nodded their heads. their ears perked in alertness at the mention of pleasure. “then you’ll have to tolerate each other for now.”
they turned to each other for a final time, a silent compromise of sorts. hopefully, they wouldn’t give you more trouble than they already had—you felt a migraine from all the bickering edging in.
delicately, you began stripping down into your panties, letting your bra, shirt, and shorts fall to the wayside. yunjin looked as if she could devour you whole, her eyes entranced with your body.
“you two, on the bed. wait for me while i prepare.” like the obedient—but at times belligerent—pets they were, they placed themself onto the plush sheets while you dug into the dark oak chest in the corner of the room. your nimble hands fumbled around until you acquired a set of coarse, nylon rope.
you returned to your bedside, met with the sight of your two troublemakers sitting ever so patiently on the edge of the bed. “megan, on your back,” you ordered. a small whine left her lips. yunjin chuckled, prompting you to shoot her a glance.
gracefully, you tied one restraint around the dark-furred puppy’s ankles, and the other around her wrists. seamless knots. “this is for your own good, baby.” there was no telling what she would do if she came to the conclusion that yunjin was hogging you, just as she had fretted over.
“yunjin, lay on top of her.”
“gladly.” she climbed on top of her aggresser, laying flat on her stomach, aligning her head with megan’s.
pleased with the position you instructed of them, you laid down yourself, placing your own head between their entrances. it was stunning, the view. you observed how the slick from the top puppy’s core dripped down onto the opening below. magnificat, how needy they were and nothing was done to them.
opening your mouth, running your tongue over the white teeth lining its cage in anticipation, you ran the organ over the ill-tempered pup. it sent a shiver down her spine. you had nothing but a taste of her sweetness, yet you already found yourself letting yourself fall into addiction. that was not permissible. you had another, pleading pet aching for you.
taking your right hand, you crept onto the korean girl’s body with a newfound determination. with your pointer finger, you traced an invisible line up and down her slit. the tip was soaked from the mere tease.
the light motions continued until you felt comfortable enough to go onwards. jointly, you both pushed your pointer finger deeper within wet folds, earning a groan, as well as pushed your tongue deeper within the core of the brattish girl. it was apparent the feeling was a pleasurable one. inexplicately, the two of them had managed to become slicker than they already were.
the blond-furred pup attempted to thrust herself back onto your lone finger, eliciting a muffled mm mm from your busy mouth. desperation was flowing throughout all three of you.
you added another finger into the aching space, feeling the way it clenched after each and every thrust. accordingly, you pushed deeper into the cunt in your eye level, painting pictures with your motions. every stroke sent the girl wriggling in her restraints.
“so desperate for me,” you stated, removing your mouth from megan’s dripping organ, making her moan in displeasure. “you wanna cum, huh?” they both whined a pathetic yes at once. “mm, i would let you, but one of you has been quite the pain in my side…”
“megan,” yunjin choked out, mind still distracted with the pleasure she was receiving from the fingers pumping in and out of her, now curling in rhythmic motions. “just apologize to me already.”
the girl who the demand was directed towards let out a mix of a groan of annoyance and of want. the urge to experience release would prove to overpower her sense of pride. “fine,” she began to concede. “i’m sorry yunjin. for pulling your tail, and saying…saying you would hog our ma’am. please, please let me—us—cum, ma’am. i really am sorry.”
in honest, you hadn’t been depending on megan begging particularly well—you had already created the resolve of allowing her to cum once you had started—but it was satisfactory to you nonetheless.
“that’s a good puppy,” you simply praised. you wasted no time getting back to work.
your tongue returned to the entrance of megan, pushing in the furthest it had ever been. her taste, god her taste, overwhelmed your mind. your pace was rapid and frenzylike, with nothing but reliving your puppies’ ache on your mind. your fingers also increased in pace, the two of them, then three, pushing in and out at bullet speed.
in a sudden rush overcame the two of them, and as soon as it came, it passed. a buildup of moans and whimpers gilded together in a beautiful symphony of pleasure to your ears. a wave of slick coated the top layer of your tongue, as well as your right pointer and middle finger.
pulling out, you took your two fingers up to your tongue, sitting in the taste of both of your puppy’s slick mixing on your tastebuds. addicting, wasn’t it.
you turned your attention back to them, expecting to see a sight of them ready and begging for something further, but was instead met with two pets—two adorable pups—collasped on top of each other, the top one wrapping her arms around the lower. their ears in the most relaxed state you had ever seen.
you made a note that you would have to try this again.