Hey, my name's Heather, any pronouns are fine, I usually use she/they, but he/him is fine too. I am a massive slut but I am 98% of the time a dom. Pansexual demiromantic polyamorous but cishet white men stay the fuck away from me. 19. Don't ask for where I live. It's creepy as hell.
hi! please i would love if you help me find this fic in where i think was harry that was into bdsm and he was continuously going into subspace but never receiving aftercare and then draco find out and he becomes harrys dom and teaches him.
Hello there~ I havenât read this fic so I hope my lovely followers can help you :)
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ETA: Thank you for your help, @cavendishbutterfly @xunglu3dx â„
To Be Out of Your Own (and consumed by another) by @cassiaratheslytherpuff [E, 18k]
âș By now even Harry recognises the pattern; heâd be an idiot not to. Heâll have sex, and in the moment itâll be amazing. In the moment he simply is, he feels without thinking. Good, bad, pleasure and pain, he can just let go and feel because he isnât the one in charge. Then he wakes up the next morning feeling disgusting and worthless and swears to never do it again. Still, it helps him forget about his stress, his anxiety and his hopeless crush on his Auror partner so he keeps going back.
â Draco Tops Harry Fest 2020
The old tower at the top of the hill was left alone by the village folk. Strange things were known to happen there, things that they didnât care to find the cause of. The wall that had appeared around it almost overnight served more than enough of a barrier, but they still decided to give it quite a berth when traveling. The odd sounds and lights emerging from it every night, as well as the fantastical beasts found romancing near it, shrouded the tower in mystery and fear. At the top most portion of this tower, lived the cause of all these disruptions. A journeyman mage who wanted nothing to do with the Wizard Guild, or taxes from the local Lord. Creating the reputation of his âhauntedâ tower was more than enough to avoid both of these issues. All of it had been in preparation for what he was about to do tonight, the most dangerous and yet rewarding summoning a mage could do. A demon summoning.
        Niles had always been smart, always quick to learn a spell, and outpaced even his Grandmasterâs teachings by age 25. Thatâs why he held such low contempt for the Guild and the mundane Lords they bowed to. Thatâs why he sought a place to call his own, and now his own demon. The creatures were more than scary stories the clerics told the village dolts. The last great Arc Mage had quelled an entire kingdom with his own demon. That was the same goal Niles had set for himself, but it was no easy task. Demons looked down on humans as much more than even Niles did. They were keen to enter the human world to wreak havoc, and would answer a summons when given a chance. Then, once in the human world, theyâd find a way to break out of the contract or spell that had summoned them, often killing the spell weaver who brought them into the world. Niles had acquired knowledge on how the last Arc Mage summoned and controlled his demon, and after setting his stage, was ready to summon the thing.
        The top chamber of the tower was Nileâs workshop. Several shelves filled with ingredients his beasts had collected. Other racks held drying glassware he had forged using sand and fire magic. Several tables with open tomes and boiling concoctions were occupying most of the floor space. Niles used magic to slide them to the sides of the round room, clearing the center of it for his ritual. He checked his sealing preparations for the contract with the demon. The contract itself, covered any and all events that a demon could use to try to remove its master. It also was very specific in what the demon could and couldnât do without the masterâs approval. Defining who the master was, was equally tripled ensured with a ring, a tattoo, and finally a blood seal on the circle that was being used to summon the demon. The overconfident Niles thought for sure that he had prepared for any possibility, and that at any moment, heâd have his own perfect demon slave. He started the ritual.
        Niles was caught off guard at first. The demon the Arc Mage from legend had summoned was some kind of goat-fiend, hideous and hulking with muscle. The one that appeared before him, seemed much softer, for lack of a better description. It was definitely female, its beautiful features arranged in a face expressing plain boredom at her surroundings. Her wings curled and moved back and forth slowly, like she was stretching them, and her barbed tail idly swung back and forth. She was barely clothed at all, a weird series of straps connecting too small bits of hardened armor that could barely conceal her massive breasts and sex. Between her boot enclosed thick thighs, Niles could see a plump and heavy rear hanging down, and he wondered how covered that was. She ran a tongue of her fanged teeth before turning to Niles, her pointed ears twitching in annoyance. âYou summoned me mortal? Whatever for?â Her voice ran soft, like a bubbling stream. Her scent, one of flowers and spice, wafted into Niles nose. Her purple red irises gleamed as she looked him up and down.
        âDemon!â Niles began, still trying to recover from the appearance of this barely clothed creature of sex. âI have summoned you to serve me!â
        The demon seemed unamused. âUmâŠ. Pass? Sorry mortal but you hardly meet my standards for me to even begin thinking of âservingâ you.â She giggled a bit, covering her full lips with a gloved hand.
        âY-you donât have a choice! The contract you accepted to be summonedâŠâ Niles stammered, but the demon cut him off.
        âWas taken under the assumptions youâd be something tasty to eat. You were offering your âvast energyâ in exchange. Figures. Itâs been so long since I got one of those offers, and itâs a twitching, thin, waste of space, virgin.â She removed her hand from her lips, revealing a small sneer.
        âV-vast Energy!? I meant my mana⊠Canât you tell Iâm a wizard of high caliber!â Niles shot, uncomfortable at what this thing was trying to imply.
        The demon giggled. It was a laugh of haughtiness and pity directed at him. âDear, is that what you tell yourself to go to bed? To excuse your clear lack of masculinity? When I first came here, I couldâve mistaken you for a woman under those robes! Are you even erect right now? I canât tell, and believe me itâs my job to know.â She pointed at his crotch with her gloved hand. âIf thatâs my âVast Energyâ source then Iâm afraid Iâm going to have to cry foul. How about you let me go back to my realm, and you can go back to jacking off to sheep or whatever a pathetic specimen like you does for sexual pleasure.â
        Niles stomped his foot. This was his world conquering demon!? Some slut who could only think about brawn and sex, not about his great magical ability!? Heâd show her! âI think not Demon! You serve me, as the contract stipulates! I refuse to let you leave!â
        The demon smiled. âWell, guess I have to do this then.â Niles was going to ask what she meant, but he felt a wave of something blow past him before he collapsed to the floor.
        The next sensation Niles felt was something warm and sticky hitting his face. It sprayed across, not quite like a splash of water, but it was close. He numbly opened his eyes. He was on the floor, sitting on something oddly soft. He didnât recall having any cushions up here, but it felt like he was resting on one of the most comfortable in the world. The stuff that hit him in the face landed on his lips, and he couldnât help but lick at it. Bitter and salty, he almost wretched, and he caught the new high pitch voice emerging from his throat. Niles looked down and realized referring to himself as âheâ was no longer appropriate. The blue skin of the demon met her eyes, as well as her buxom chest and plump thighs. The two twins felt like they were going to drag her down at any moment. She realized her cushion was none other than her new fat ass. She could feel her tail nestling between the two chunky things limply, being pressed on either side by the warm fat. The wings on her back also dragged her backwards, balancing the massive weight on her chest. She was still coming to terms with her new body when another warm spray hit her. She looked for its source, and saw her own body, jerking off all over her.
        âD-damnit!â Her old body said. âI canât believe Iâm touching such a vulgar thing! Thereâs a difference between musk and reek you god damn pig! There was so much crusted cheese on this thing it flaked when I,â her old body punctuated its statement with another ejaculation, âstarted masturbating to your sleeping face. I never knew I looked so good to a man!â The robes she had been wearing were discarded on the floor, so was his stained loinclothed. Her old pasty underdeveloped body was standing over her, sweating with exertion from apparent several forced masturbations. Niles tried scrambling away, but her old body spoke. âStay put human! Iâm not done yet!â Niles felt the spells she had placed for controlling the demon activate, forcing her not only to wait for the next shot of seed across her face, but to open her mouth for it. âThatâs right bitch, open up! That body needs its nourishment!â Another warm load was shot from her old body, ending in her new pretty mouth. Instinctively her tongue wrapped around the load and savored it before swallowing with a lovely gulp. Niles shuddered when the automatic reaction was done, still not used to the briny taste of her own seed. It seemed her old body was done, as it leaned back against a table, catching its breath.
        âW-what did you do to me!?â Niles demanded with her new sultry voice. She felt her body becoming hot where the loads of semen had touched her skin. She felt her new lips quivering, as well as a bottomless hunger. Niles had to resist the urge to lick herself clean, feeling her nipples harden at the scent beginning to waft off of her. To her, it smelled like rotting fish, but such a smell seemed to get the new body going.
        âShut it slave!â Her old body ordered, and Niles felt her lips seal shut. âMuch better.â Her body stood and began examining itself. Pinching its excess flab, looking at itself in a mirror, and then even smelling under its own armpits. The face the body wore was one of sheer disgust. âMy initial assumption was right, you are the worse male human I have ever come across, by far. No muscle mass, no sense of hygiene, and not even cute to look at. At least with your magic I can replenish your balls at an astounding rate, no matter how thin and feeble your sperm is. Thatâs really good considering how fast you get off. Youâd be lucky to get the goddess of fertility pregnant with this soup you dare to call your seed.â His body finished its examination, looking at the still erect member between its legs. âAt least I know that after a millennium or two I still have my looks. For a second, I thought I may not have been attractive to you, but it seems your cock is no bigger than a childâs is all.â
        Niles still sat there, smoldering in the juices of her old bodyâs exertions. Her own new body was heating up, and she swore she could feel the sex between her legs dripping. Sweat beads ran down her curvaceous body, and she could feel her new womb echo inside her for the seed decorating her blue skin. Her old body looked at her. âMust be nice, yes slave, to have such a magnificent body? The breasts are large, and yet do not sag. They are as perky as the smallest nubs women dare to call breasts, and retain their shape no matter how strong a grip seizes them. The ass is perfectly round, and dense with the succulent fat all men crave. I barely conceal it at all, for doing so would be a crime against nature, those cheeks are for all to see. My skin is radiant, my hair flawless, and my ebon wings and horns the envy of all demons. Youâve gotten quite a promotion.â
        His old body seemed to think and look at itself. âYes, much better than my exchange I feel. But the marvelous things about you humans is how quickly you can change. Iâve never quite experienced a male orgasm before, and it was quite riveting. I would truly like to experience it some more, but not with your body being so terribly pathetic. Be grateful slave, for I will not only allow you to occupy my glorious body, but will work on improving yours. Some weight training, daily grooming, and a few careful doses of magic, and youâll be the stud of MY dreams. Doesnât that sound wonderful slave?â His body smirked at the quivering Niles. The tremors making the barely restrained breasts jiggle, and soft wet claps of his ass as it eagerly bucked. The body wanted one thing, the dick that was waiting before it.
        His old body almost scoffed at his struggles. âWhat? Put this feeble thing inside MY body? What a terrible idea. This little prick canât even compare to the dicks Iâve seen. Even a pigâs or orcâs would be more satisfying to fill my depths than this slim thing. Your seed isnât even worth all that exertionâŠâ So, his body said as it begun leaving. Niles almost broke the spell whimpering for her body not to go. Her mind was becoming solely focused on feeding the burning itch her body felt. She had only swallowed a dribble of that watery cum. Enough to wet her appetite nothing more. This body couldnât function without that precious seed, she so desperately needed it right now. Enough that she had completely forgotten her switched state and anger in becoming the slave here.
        It seemed she wasnât the only one coping with a new bodyâs feelings. Before leaving the room, her old body did a heel turn with a small âhuffâ, and came striding over. âDamnit slave your bodyâs sexual drive will not allow me to concentrate. Your, MY, body is just too tempting of a sight for it to let it go! Spread your legs you slave, Iâll be the man you never were, and you can be the bitch you were destined to be!â Nilesâ body couldnât move fast enough for her old one. It sunk its grip into her new meaty thighs and spit them apart, before eagerly tearing away the crotch piece covering the damp sex. It seemed shocked by this revelation for a moment. âAm I such a whore that I get wet even over such a pathetic shaft?! It has been awhile hasnât itâŠ.â Her old body continued as it pushed Niles onto her back. The reek of its unwashed body drowned out the sweet scent that had been coming from her new one. Niles felt her new legs wrap around his old ones, making sure the body wouldnât escape before satisfying her needs. âGood to see my body knows what to do. With my knowledge, even this prick will be enough to get it off, so be thankful slave. Youâll know the pleasures of being a woman soon enough!â
        It was like a sudden burst. There had been an emptiness, a ringing hollow with him that cried to be filled, and then suddenly something hot and hard was in him. Her pussy walls instantly clamped on it, eager to seize their prize, and just as reluctant to let it go. Niles could feel every detail of her old dick as it rammed in and out of her, making her moan so loudly. It was just all to new, all to amazing to feel. The stiff rod acting to soothe her when it entered, its heat burning and searing her wet walls. The pleasure got much more intense as her old body began alternating its strokes, and began shifting towards a deeper portion of her new depths. Periodic bursts of something warm and sticky made her feel like she was becoming full, slowly easing her burning desire, but not removing it completely. She needed so much more, so much deeper. She felt something inside be struck again, and again, by the tip of her old dick, and every graze made her go crazy. Her breasts were flopping around, she was being pounded so much. Her old body seemed so crazed, it was pushing her deep against the wood floor, making her grateful for the ample padding her rear had. Her old body glistened with preparation, never frantically moving so fast before, with such purpose. Eyes wild, the body breathed hard. âD-damnit! The f-first thing we work onâŠisâŠ.yourâŠenduranceâŠâ The body punctuated with deeper and longer pumps of its weak hips. âDamnitâŠdo I always makeâŠsuch an indecent faceâŠ.when Iâm fuckedâŠâ The body continued, leaning closer to Nilesâ face. âTo use this cretins lipsâŠon mineâŠ.trulyâŠ.terribleâŠ.â The body muttered in a daze as it came closer. They finally locked with hers, and Niles felt like retching. They were so chapped and dry, and the breath rancid. But the old body seemed to enjoy it, pressing the kiss deeper, its tongue seeking hers. Finally, the body pulled away, and took a deep breath. âGodâŠI tasteâŠso good⊠this pussy⊠feels so goodâŠ.so tightâŠlikeâŠit wonât let me goâŠ.AH!â
        Niles felt something spray deep inside her, and something emerge from within herself as well. The two swapped bodies came at once, and the male on top collapsed into the soft meaty cushion of the demon below. Niles wasnât even angry anymore. She felt so good, being so full of this yummy seed. Her new body felt so good to be in as well, full and developed, with proportions that would make any female go green with envy. His old body seemed equally satisfied.
        âS-slaveâŠ. I hope you realizeâŠ. Whoâs in control here⊠If youâre good⊠Iâll continue to reward youâŠ.â The sweaty body sank into the ample padding surrounding it as it groped Niles massive chest. âIn time⊠we may swap back⊠and Iâll get to enjoy the fruits of my labor⊠making this body⊠into a maleâs worthy of my female selfâŠâ Niles saw his own sweaty face raise itself from its position between the two fatty breasts that had been cradling it. âWhat do you have to say to that, slave?â
        Niles felt the magic remove itself. In fact, the magic holding her still had stopped halfway through their rather intimate session. She knew exactly what to say. âI understand mistress. I am yours from now until youâre done with me.â
        Villagers continued to stay away from the tower on the hill. Added to the list of reasons was the song like sweet moans that emerged from it every night along with the lights and other apparitions.
Skirt Slip
I like painting girls for practice
 And sometimes I make a TG version out of them :3
In this case kinda ended working out like a sequence :p
Omg that dog hybrid Kiri I'm-urghdjs Can I have dog hybrid Kiri with cat hybrid darling (if that could happen) pls?
So I was literally almost finished with a pt 2 and then somehow wiped my computer to factory settings, so I'm sorry nothing has gotten posted about puppy-kiri in a while.
But a kitty cat reader hmmmm
(Completely unconnected to my hybrid! Kiri series lol)
All Iâm imagining is Kirishimaâs owner adopting you, a âfailedâ show cat, a little hybrid kitty who was groomed and conditioned and trained for a life of use.
But Kitty didnât have what it took to be a show cat.
Show cats were supposed to be quiet and not speak unless spoken to. They needed to be ready and willing to spread their legs at every opportunity, eager to please their Master or the âjudgesâ, showing off how pliant and trained they were, how wet they could get.
Kitty couldnât sit still for inspections, would squirm when fingers pried your legs apart to make sure you were wet and ready.
Kitty would cry no matter how many times Master fucked you, no matter how many times he had his friends come and condition you, with their mean words and big cocks.
Kitty would claw when presented with a breeding stud, frightened enough to damage one when he tried to mount you, earning a severe punishment from Master.
Kitty couldnât do anything right.
And then Master got busted for running an illegal hybrid prostitution ring, and all the kitty cats, even the well-trained ones, got sent to the adoption center.
Kirishimaâs âfamilyâ was nice enough; it was just him and his goofy owner, a blonde, absentminded man who generally left his hybrid alone to his own devices.Â
They had decided to adopt another hybrid, someone willing to keep Kiri company during the day while his owner, Denki, was out working. Someone to sit and play games, or watch tv, or roughhouse with the big hybrid.
The original intention had been to adopt another dog, one similar in size in order to keep up with Kirishimaâs energy and not get hurt wrestling. But when Kirishima saw you, curled up in a corner, tail settled over your pretty pink nose, he was transfixed.
It didnât matter how hard Denki pulled on his leash, he couldnât budge his hybrid, eventually giving up on trying to walk over to the dog section of the adoption center, instead looking at what his hybrid was so focused on.
And thatâs how you ended up going home with them.
I bet Kirishima would be super duper gentle at first - itâs obvious you were a bit scared, with the way you curled up in the backseat of the car, ears plastered to your head, wide eyes frightened, tail slightly poofy as you took in your new surroundings, all the different sights and smells. Master never let you out of your cage unless he was training you.
Kirishima would be so sweet, sitting on the other side of the car, talking to you the entire ride home to ease your nerves, pointing out his favorite park when you passed by it, telling you how much youâd like living with them. Denki was a good owner, if not a little distracted sometimes (earning the red hybrid a offended âHey!â).
âHomeâ smelled like Kirishima and Denki. Like fresh grass and beef jerky, Denki smelling like coffee and shampoo. At least they kept themselves clean.
There was already a space for you, a twin bed right next to Kiriâs, obviously meant for a large dog, as they werenât expecting to bring home a tiny little cat hybrid. There was a collar and leash too, on a little hook by the door of Kirishimaâs room, but Denki told you heâd have to get a different size, your neck was waayyy too tiny for a dog collar. And maybe heâd get something pink, youâd look super cute in that color.
Kirishima was so excited, tail wagging nonstop, thumping loudly against whatever surface was nearby, his teeth showing as he grinned (which admittedly made you nervous), leading you around the house.
He noticed your hesitancy, your fear, and he pulled a pillow from Denkiâs bed, handing it to you, telling you to hold it - sometimes when he gets lonely, he holds it, and it reminds him of what a good friend he has for an owner.
So you hold the pillow while being shown the bathroom, the living room, the kitchen, the backyard. Itâs not the biggest house, but itâs not small either, you could tell youâd be comfortable here.
Thereâs no tiny cage that they shove you in, no other cats being trained, yowling in pain or making heat sounds. Denki says youâre welcome to any food in the kitchen, just donât eat the potato chips, those are for movie nights only. Youâre free to roam around, eat whenever youâd like, do whatever youâd like.
Itâs such a culture shock, you donât even know how to act except trail around after Kirishima like a lost puppy (oh, the irony).
Kiri wants you out of the adoption center uniform - a pair of dark grey pants and a long-sleeved shirt that hang way to big on your form. Something about the smell makes him itchy, even though Denki could care less.
So for now, youâre handed some of Kirishimaâs things, clothes that have tail-holes and made with hybrid-friendly fabrics to avoid irritating your skin. The fit is still way too big, and itâs a bit awkward with how the tail hole sometimes shows skin, but you figure it canât be helped - Kirishimaâs tail is giant and floofy, while yours is streamlined and sleek.
Plus, itâs not like youâre shy about nudity, even if you donât like it. Master had made sure of that.
Itâs easy to get used to the house, to let Kirishima guide you and explain how things worked, what you could and couldnât do. There was no running in the kitchen, you had to wipe your feet when coming inside, and you werenât allowed to jump on Denkiâs bed, no matter how bouncy it looked.
Denki pet you a couple of times that first weekend, gently scratching behind your ears, fluffing your hair before retracting his hand. You were so confused, Master never touched you so kindly, nor did he stop after such chaste gestures.
Maybe the two were shy, but you definitely werenât complaining.Â
The first night was scary, trying to fall asleep by yourself in such a large bed, in a new house, with a new Master, and a new friend.Â
You tossed and turned, trying to find a comfortable position, before you finally turned to see dark eyes gleaming at you in the moonlight, turning your blood cold.Â
Quickly, you realized it was just Kirishima, the dog-hybrid watching you try (and fail) to settle.
âYou can come curl up with me if you want. I know it can be scary when youâre somewhere new.â
So you did, climbing out of bed to pad over to his, the hybrid scooting over to leave you a warm spot. As soon as you flopped down, you felt his tail thump against the mattress - he was pleased.
Denki bought you a pretty collar, a pastel pink one with little fake diamonds and a shiny tag. Kirishima watched the man put it around your slender neck, watched the way you bowed your head like you were supposed to, presenting with your legs spread, back and tail arched to make yourself look as good as possible.
It seemed like Denki didnât notice, the man just patting you on the head before heading off to his room to lay down, tired after work.
Had you done something wrong? You hope not, you really didnât want to get punished so quickly. But a little part of you felt relieved at not getting prodded into having âbetterâ posture, forced to stick out your chest and rear, look up at Master with an open mouth.
Kirishima was nice. He helped you open the fridge because the door was too heavy, helped you pick out food (you were allowed to do that yourself? Youâd never been allowed to choose) and showed you where the cutlery was.Â
He showed you how to turn on the TV, where Denki kept puzzles and card games, and where he kept the hybrid toys, Kirishimaâs chewtoy, his ball, his tug-of-war ropes.
The dog-hybrid was kind, and funny, and he didnât touch you, or make you lie down and spread your legs, or present, or do any of the things Master had taught you, which was a massive relief.Â
But he watched you.
Dark eyes watched as you ate your food, licking yogurt off your spoon, making happy little noises at how good it tasted.
He watched your face every time you were shown something new, or whenever you seemed confused and had to turn to the bigger hybrid for guidance.
You were studied whenever certain words were used, like a jokingly-said âgood kittyâ or when Kirishima playfully called you a âbad kittyâ for bumping into him. How you warmed at the praise, cowering at the admonishment, even if it wasnât serious or ill-intentioned.Â
But you were used to leering eyes, being watched and observed and monitored. His actions werenât unusual.
A month into your new living arrangement, Kirishima started asking questions.
âWhere did you grow up?â When you fell silent, unsure how to answer, Kirishima continued. âI was raised on a farm in Canada! Itâs cold, and my fur is really warm, so it was perfect. I really like it here though, I have Denki, and now I have you!â
He cocked his head, apparently still waiting for you to answer.
âI um.... grew up.... I donât know? I was with Master for as long as I can remember.â
âMaster? Was your old owner one of those traditionalist types?â
You shrugged, a bit embarrassed to admit that you didnât know what that was. âHe was just âMasterâ. If we called him anything else weâd get in trouble.âÂ
Denki had been clear - call him his name, he didnât like feeling like he âownedâ what was practically two humans.
Kirishima thumped his tail when you answered him, although he was still curious. ââWeâ? How many others were in the house?â
âA lot, I think.â
âWas there anybody like me?â He puffed out his chest, giving you a sparkling grin as he posed for you, which almost made you laugh.
âNo, it was just cats like me, show cats.â
âShow cats?â
Denki barged through the door, stumbling over his own feet while he struggled to safely put down groceries. âHey, come help guys, donât make me do it all!â
And the topic was promptly dropped.
Kirishima asked again a few nights later, while you were curled up in his bed. After the third night here, youâd felt comfortable enough to sleep by yourself, but Kirishima hadnât given you permission to do so. You were curled up and warming his bed every night before he stumbled under the covers, the big dog-hybrid immediately making grabby hands for your form. You took that he enjoyed having another hybrid around.
âWhat did you mean the other day, about âshow catsâ?â
The question caught you off guard, almost about to slip into sleep.
âHm? Oh, yâknow.... show cats.â Was your lame answer.
Kirishima shifted, and you could practically smell the confusion radiating off of him. It was so hard living with these two - they never told you when they wanted you to do something, they let you decide practically everything for yourself; what to wear, what to say, what to eat, when to sleep.
You decided to try again. âShow cats? Master had quite a few, I was still being trained, but he had around twenty or thirty cats... We got shown to his clients, and then the clients got to pick which cat they wanted for the night. Sometimes theyâd pay Master extra to have their own hybrid breed us, but that didnât happen too often.â
The hybrid beside you stayed silent, so you continued.
âI never had to go with a client, thankfully. Master was so frustrated with me because I just couldnât handle being shown, it always hurt when they touched me. I tried to be good, I really did, but I think I was bad.â Your voice dropped to a whisper. âI think thatâs why I got taken away.â
âOh hey-â Kirishima could tell it was upsetting you, could probably feel your little body shaking. His big hands started petting your ears, smoothing down the fur. âItâs not your fault, youâre a very good kitty, the best.â
The words made your chest swell, with happiness, a twinge of discomfort.Â
âYouâve been nothing but perfect since youâve been here, I really like having you nearby.â
You nodded, nestling further into the covers, feeling comforted and safe. Kirishima and Denki didnât hurt you, they didnât touch you and stretch you out, make you cry. It was nice being here.
âItâs okay kitty, youâre gonna get treated so nice.â
Kirishima would try to roughhouse with you, as you became more accustomed to his big stature and the layout of your new home. Youâd chase each other around (although never in the kitchen, just like Denki had asked), howling with laughter and sprinting after one another.
Once, Kiri had you play tug-of-war with him, your small hands gripping the soft rope. On the count of three, you pulled, he pulled, and you ended up face first on the carpet, laughing so hard your stomach cramped.
The dog-hybrid was immediately at your side, patting over your body to make sure you werenât hurt, tongue lolling out happily when he saw you laughing, tail thumping against the ground. You were so tiny and small compared to him, he had barely even pulled and you had been sent flying.
Denki took you two on walks, keeping you leashed per public hybrid-regulations. It was hard for the blond to keep Kirishima nearby, the red dog always pulling this way or that, trying to show you everything.
And then Kirishimaâs started getting handsy.
Once again, nothing new to you. he was so much gentler than Master had ever been, softly touching your body, promising to make you feel good.
He wouldnât force you to spread your legs, heâd always give you a choice, but youâd never been taught to say no, so why would you? Kirishima never gave you a chance, anyway.
His enthusiasm was unmatched, the hybrid so willing and eager to make you feel good, promising that his touches didnât hurt, that heâd be better than your Master ever was.
It wasnât hard to be better than Master though.
Kirishima still hurt your insides, didnât pay attention when you whimpered in discomfort at the stretch, at the feeling of his cock splitting you open. He was more vocal than Master was, telling you sexy you were, what a good kitty, how sweet and little and cute you are.
The hybrid liked to kiss you too, sharp teeth bitting your lips, long, slobbery tongue worming itâs way inside. He liked to kiss your cunt as well, not stopping even when your legs where convulsing around his head and you were crying, cumming over and over as he lapped at you.
Heâd fuck you doggysyle, bite your collar between his teeth while he hunched over your back, mounting you, treating you like nothing more than a breeding bitch. It was a similar situation to the one breeding stud that Master had tried offering you to, except Kirishima was too big and too sturdy for you to fight off.
Denki was never home when Kirishima was bouncing you on his cock. You were still a bit confused as to why the blonde hadnât touched you still, even though it was a slight relief. One less set of hands to taint your skin and make you cry.
Kiri wasnât shy about his needs, his wants. Heâd bend you over the counter, eat you out on the table, fold you up on the couch until you were in a mating press, thighs pressed to your chest while Kirishima pounded into your cunt.
The hybrid liked to pull on your tail, wrap it around his hand and use it to pull you onto his cock, trying to nudge deeper and deeper until his tip could kiss your cervix on each thrust.
He never made you suck him off though, which you suppose was a small mercy.
All of this felt familiar though, being held down and forced to take it. Having your comfort discarded, being unable to say no. At least Master had trained you a bit, so you could be a good kitty for Kirishima
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