learning curve
summary: excited puppy hybrid!reader meets poly!141 for the first time and it’s quickly made clear that getting used to their new lifestyle won’t be easy :(
introduction: hello and welcome back 😼 it’s now canon that puppy reader is neurodivergent. YES i’m projecting deal with it. no talk of diagnosis tho. very very barely proofread but i might come back and edit mistakes later. masterlist
contains/warnings: noncon, age gap(reader is early 20s, Price late 30s, Ghost late 20s, Soap and Gaz mid 20s), manhandling, naive and bubbly reader, manipulation, forced oral sex, reader is very much under the belief of purity culture and virginity but she means well, established sexual relationship between the boys, penetration, no prep sex, gagging, readers first time, voyeurism, abrupt ending, allusions to the 141 doing shady stuff. 4.8k words.
You were bouncing with excitement. Literally. Well, as much as you could in a car. Little rocking motions back and forth on your toes, shoulders held high, sharp canines nervously digging into your lower lip as you watched zealously out the window.
Today’s the day. You finally get to meet your team. Your team. Something you get to call your own.
All the other hybrids in your unit, LRC1*, had already been picked. They got to be with their new teams and do exciting new things, and you were happy for them!
The custodians who supervised you always told you that it was only taking longer to find you a team because you were so special, they needed to find adequate people to take good care of you.
You didn’t mind, you liked the thought that all your friends were happy with their assignments. Well, you were a little disappointed. You missed the other people in your unit. For the past week, it’d just been you.
You get lonely easily. You try to chat up the carers as much as you can, but they’re always busy. You can’t wait to have people around you all the time, where you won’t have to spend your last breath just trying to get a first name out of someone.
They didn’t tell you much about your new team. Four members, a captain named John Price, all human.
That was okay, you were already expecting it to be tough around people who weren’t acclimated to hybrids and the way they lived.
Apparently, they’d already been a team for a steady three years. They didn’t need anyone else. On regular occasions, there’s no way you’d be put on a team with men like them. They’re normally on active duty, dangerous, and would never have the time or space for a pup like you.
But recently something had gone wrong during a mission. Leaving them all pretty frazzled, and one still recovering from a pretty severe injury. You knew you were just there temporarily to cheer them up and give them something to focus on. You were okay with that.
You don’t know what happens to scrapped hybrids, but the murmurs about some sort of amalgamation of hybrids, becoming test subjects for the next new strand of human-animal hybrids, have scared you enough to know you’d rather be an unwanted soldier than whatever happens after.
You’re already worried they won’t like you. If you’re being honest with yourself, you aren’t the most talented. The brightest. You’re chatty and friendly, helpful when you need to be, but you don’t have the main skill points mastered yet. You fall on the lower chain of physical strength, don’t do well fast on your feet, and haven’t quite got a handle on guns yet.
One incident report and they never even let you in the same room with a gun again. Nobody even got hurt! How are you supposed to learn how to use something you can’t touch?
There’s one thing you’re really good at. Your sense of smell. You can smell explosives yards away, and sniff out different types of accelerant doubtlessly. And your hearing is pretty good, too. It seems that all of your hybrid traits went to the intuitive junk instead of the things the military finds more useful.
Raw strength. Brute force. Height. Muscle.
You hope you can make up for your lack of those things in your ability in others.
You try your best and then some at everything, you just can’t seem to get much right. But now you can prove you’re better than that. They’re already a fully fledged team, so you have no shoes to fill. You’re not approved to go on missions with active fire, either, so all you have to do is focus on your nose and nothing else!
It seemed easy enough to you.
You all but jump out of the vehicle as soon as it parks, nearly tripping over your tail as you beeline it towards the entrance gate. You don’t look back with how excited you are.
A man in a black outfit stops you with a heavy hand on your chest, your sternum aching a little with how hard he pushes you back.
“You need prior authorization to enter this facility. Where’s your owner?”
You give him a confused look. You step back when you notice his hand on his waistband. The furry ears atop your head flick to the side, tail slowing to an anxious swish.
“She’s with me,” A woman pants, coming up behind you and placing a hand on your back. “What’d we say about running off?”
You give her a slightly guilty look as she clips the black leather leash to the silver D-ring on the collar around your neck. “Sorry, Miss.”
The woman you’ve been traveling with, Marissa, shows the man her ID. She’s been with you for four car rides, two planes, a couple hotels, and now you’re finally here.
“Oh. Alright. Come on in,” He turns and throws some signal to the man in the booth controlling the gate, who nods. You hear a buzz ring before the gates slowly open. You both walk inside and she turns to a man, in the same uniform, on the other side.
“Excuse me, I’m supposed to be meeting a ‘John Price’. Any idea where I can find him?”
The man barely moves, just juts his chin over your shoulder and says in a solemn tone, “He can help you.”
You turn to see a tan hand stretched out in your direction, the appendage leading up to a handsome face, pretty dark hair with tight-knit coils, and a gleaming smile that almost makes you melt. And he smells so good, too. So clean. It makes your eyes water. And your mouth.
Your brain finally catches up as your hand strikes out, quickly grasping his and shaking it. You return his smile, canines peaking over your lips. You can see his mouth part to speak, but you’re all too excited to let him. “Hi. Are you Kyle? You’re so pretty. Marissa told me all about you, I’m so excited to meet you!“ you rush out, watching his amused expression.
Marissa interrupts you by clearing her throat, your ears tilting in her direction. “I’m sorry, I was given strict instructions only to hand her off to John. This isn’t some random delivery.”
He releases your hand, reaching it out in front of her, which she ignores until he finally relents and lowers his hand.
“I understand, ma’am. Precious cargo. I’m just here to escort you to his office.” His voice is silky and smooth. Like honey. You can feel any tension in your shoulders dissipating just at the sound of his voice.
Marissa is not pleased. You can tell by the way she purses her lips, sucking her teeth as she hands your leash over to him. “Fine.”
You’re much too focused on his beautiful face to care for her irritation. He notices, smiles, and grips your shoulder with his warm palm and gentle fingers as he turns and begins to lead you down the pathway previously behind him.
“You can follow me, Miss.”
You’re too enamored by the length of his eyelashes, the thickness of his brows, the dip of his nose bridge, you barely notice his hand reaching towards your neck. He pauses, smirks a little, “Not a flight risk, are you?”
You smile and shake your head, tilting your chin up for him to reach the clasp of your collar. He detaches the leash, slipping it into his pocket. Marissa doesn’t seem very happy with the situation, with him, or you.
You can feel her irritation, but it’s in the background of your enamor with him. He keeps you walking right next to him with a hand on your lower back, still smiling at you as you stare at him. “Captain’s got to finish up a meeting. Sent me out to get you. I’ll take you to his office and we’ll wait there with Sergeant Soap until he and Ghost join us.”
Your chin bobs up and down in a nod, Marissa sighing heavily in response. “Great.” She huffs, looking off to the side.
You’re clearly a bit affected by her mood, ears twitching, eyebrows pulling together. Gaz must notice this because his hand slides up to squeeze your shoulder, pulling you closer to his side while she’s distracted. Your head snaps towards him and your expression is confused until he leans in a little closer to whisper. “I’m sure you’re used to lightening the mood, huh? You’ll be very familiar with dealing with grumpy old men by the time you’re done with us.”
You smile, chest feeling lighter just at the sight of his handsome face. He makes you feel comfortable. And with how lonely you are, that’s all you really need to fall head over heels for anyone. He makes the walk less awkward than it’d be with just you and Marissa. You don’t think she likes you much. He makes for a good buffer.
There’s a quiet ding from Kyle’s hip. He releases your shoulder to fish around in his pocket until he pulls out his phone. The screen lights up as he unlocks it, and you watch him run his tongue over his teeth while he reads whatever the notification is.
“John’s meeting is running late. I apologize. Why don’t we go visit Johnny while we wait?” He switches gears, nodding his head to the opposite direction you were heading once you reached a fork in the path.
“…Okay. No worries,” you mumble, distracted, eyes flitting back to Marissa as she scoffs.
“Oh, sure. What’s next? We go to the zoo and you try to hand her off to a gorilla?”
You see Kyle’s jaw twitch as he grinds his molars together. You wince, shrinking into yourself. The rest of his expression stays still as stone.
“I assure you that you and John will have a moment alone for you to get your complaints taken seriously, Miss. Just a quick detour to make good of our time.” He explains, and you wish Marissa would just be understanding for once. She’s always so stressed.
It’s quiet for the rest of the short walk. It’s hard not to feel awkward. Even once you do finally make it to the medical center building, it doesn’t get much easier. You can’t tell what’s excitement and what’s anxiety anymore. There are a few quiet words between the guard at the entrance and Kyle and he’s let right in, where he leads you to a room in the far left.
“Me and Marissa are going to have a quick chat, why don’t you go ahead and say hi to Johnny?” Kyle offers, knocks on the door, and opens it for you to usher you in.
You barely get a final glance at Marissa before your eyes land on the man reclined in the bed. There’s a bandage on his forehead, a split on his lip, and a bruise on his left cheek. He seems to be healing but he’s not quite there yet.
“Hi,” you beam, stepping closer.
“There she is,” He grins, lips splitting to reveal a chip on one of his upper canine teeth. You think he’s still quite handsome, despite all of this. “Have an easy travel?”
“Umm… yeah.” You shrug, eyes wandering around the room. You walk over to an armchair off to the side, pick up a black hoodie, and brush your thumb over the emblem. Simon Riley. “It was… long. But good. Nothing eventful.”
“M’glad to hear that. And who was that you were traveling with?”
“Marissa. I’m not supposed to travel on my own. She’s nice but… pushy. She rushes.” you answer, gaze following the wallpaper pattern to the window.
“I’m sure you won’t miss her much.”
You can hear a smile in his voice. An odd undertone that makes a subtle shiver run down your spine. He couldn’t have meant it like that.
“…Yeah. I guess not.”
The conversation drifts into a lull, and by the time Kyle comes back to fetch you, Marissa is already gone.
“She was in quite a rush to leave by the looks of it,” he tells you, “Sorry you missed her, love. John had to stay and finish the meeting, but Ghost is waiting for you in his office. Say bye to Johnny now.”
“Bye Johnny,” you say over your shoulder, getting a peek at him as Kyle ushers you out. It’s not like Marissa to just up and leave you like that. Normally she wouldn’t have let you out of her sights. You wonder if it was something Kyle said. Maybe. Maybe not. He seemed so polite.
Simon scares you when you first meet him. He’s too big. Too broad. Too cold. He doesn’t force interactions onto you. Just watches you duck and weave out of his way when you happened to be next to each other. You spend the rest of the day bobbing around the other offices, living quarters, cafeterias, and finally when John’s finished with the meeting, his office.
It’s bigger than you expected when you step in. The left corner has a run-down desk, a lamp, and a chair- everything you’d expect for your average office. After that, though, it seems the room was expanded. Branches out into more of a living space. Two couches, one big green armchair, and a coffee table with some books and mints. It’s very… lived-in.
You like it better than the cold, white architecture of the facility you came from.
John, the man everyone keeps telling you about, mostly lives up to your expectations. He looks nice. Handsome. You wish he’d trim his beard some, but otherwise, he looks clean. He’s sitting in that big armchair in the middle of the semi-circle the couches make. There’s a clear glass in his hand, a quarter of the way full with a gold-ish liquid.
Is he allowed to be drinking on the job?
You wander out into the middle of the room when Kyle releases his grip on your shoulder to find his seating, Johnny following along as well. Simon leaves your vision.
“Hi,” you smile, watching the corners of his eyes wrinkle. He’s not quite smiling, though. You suddenly feel a bit shy, being in the middle of the room. You bite at the cuticle of your thumb.
“Get on your knees.”
Your expression turns confused, a slight crinkle at the bridge of your nose. What for? you wonder, but keep the thought to yourself. Maybe he was super religious. Like, he wanted you to pray or something? People were similar to that back at the facility sometimes.
“Oh, uhh, okay.”
You sink down onto your knees before bending them to lean back onto your heels. It was a dark, wooden floor. It’d probably hurt after only a few minutes. But you were okay. For now.
You sniff and wipe at your nose absently, staring up at him. You could feel the other’s eyes on you. What were you here for, again?
He reaches for his belt buckle. You stiffen. He continues, undoing it before starting to slip it out of the assigned holes. Your shoulders tense, fingertips pressing against the floor to prepare for you to stand as you lean away.
“Easy.” John attempts to soothe. Like you were some sort of startled horse.
The floor creaks as someone stands behind you. You begin to turn your head to see who, but there’s a big hand on the back of your neck before you can. It forces you to look forward as John sets the belt aside on the table next to him.
He tilts his hips up to tug his khakis down to his knees until they fall to pool around his shoes. Your eyes naturally flick down to the bulge in his boxers. Is he actually hard? How didn’t you notice before? Your ears twitch, lowering back a bit.
You can guess who the hand belongs to by the fabric surrounding his skin. The length of his fingers reaches around to the sides of your neck. You can even smell the stained scent of cigarettes soaked into the fabric from where you were. Your lower lip trembles.
“Wait-“ you squeak, hands and knees pressing into the floor below you as you try to stand. Simon’s hand tenses on your nape and pushes you further toward John.
“Forward.”
“Wait, I’m- This is weird-“
“Wasn’t weird when you signed up for this, was it?”
You frown. You never agreed to something like this. Hell, you didn’t even know which country you were going to until you ended up here. What does he think you signed up for?
Before you can pipe up, he’s shoving you forward again. You stumble slightly, catching yourself with your hands on John’s knees. His bare knees. He’d already taken everything on his bottom half off. Your lips part as your eyes land on the flushed head of his cock, a droplet of pre-come dripping down the glans of his head.
You nearly whimper. How isn’t Simon, or even Kyle or Johnny uncomfortable? They must’ve seen each other like this before. It feels like you’re invading, even though they’re the ones forcing you into their dynamic.
You open your mouth to speak as he grips his half-hard cock in his hand, rubbing his thumb over the wet glans, hips shifting slightly in his seat, but Simon uses the opportunity to grab your jaw, stuffing his thumb in your mouth. He tucks his thumb behind your bottom teeth to tug it down, prying your jaw open with his other fingers. A whimper slips from your throat this time, lips unable to catch it.
John frowns a little sympathetically, watching the conflicted expression in your eyes. The slight panic there, the stress of the inevitable. He could only do so much to comfort.
“I know, I know. Shhh. Simon’s so rough, isn’t he? But he knows best. Daddy knows best. You can trust us.”
You whine, the noise turning into a gurgling-like sound as Simon guides you forward, the head of John’s cock nudging against your lower lip. He goes only a little deeper, the glans bumping against the palate on the roof of your mouth before he pauses.
“She won’t bite,”
His free hand moves to grip Simon’s wrist, the one connected to the thumb hooked behind your bottom teeth, signaling him to release. Simon grunts but does as told. He huffs as he stands straight once more, still behind you with his other hand on the back of your neck.
John’s hand returns to his knee and your lips instinctively close around the portion in your mouth. Not hard or sucking, just kind of resting it on your tongue.
John smiles, “Yeah, Daddy doesn’t need to worry about you biting, does he? You want to be good, you just need a little guidance.”
He slowly slides deeper and deeper but doesn’t make it far until you gag lightly. A tear rolls down your cheek when you squeeze your eyes shut in a heavy blink, only to be jolted back to reality when Simon gives you a pinch on the back of your neck.
He sets that as his depth. Just before you gag, he pulls back out. He’s not making too much noise. I guess that makes it better, right? He doesn’t seem to be satisfied with your shallow threshold.
You’ve never done anything like this before. You’re treading in uncharted waters. Of course that makes you nervous.
John gives you a mix of gruff praises and frustrated grunts, now continually, purposefully triggering just past your gag reflex to feel your throat spasm around him. It’s making your stomach start to churn, esophagus sore and aching. It’s too much too soon, it’s too much-
Your panic is taking over, so much so that as you try to squirm out of Simon’s grip, John stops feeling the puffs of breath through your nose on his pubic bone.
You’re missing a step. Stumbling over the air as your throat suddenly constricts tightly.
“Fuckin’-“ John grunts as he pulls back, feeling you retreat as much as you can with Simon’s grip as you sputter and cough. Tears are flowing freely now as you gasp for air, hand coming up to feel your throat from the outside while you wince.
You see John’s hand close around his length, squeezing pre-cum out of the tip. He lets his head fall back and his eyes close. Apparently, it’s Simon’s turn now.
Simon’s free hand comes around to grip your jaw, swiping the mess of fluids off your chin the best he can. He turns your face to be directed at him from over your shoulder
“Thought you wanted this. Hm?” He gives your face a shake when you don’t answer fast enough, digits digging into the plump flesh of your cheeks.
“I-I did,” you sniffle, “but you’re being mean.”
Something about the way he stares at you, eyes trailing across your face, makes you think he’s found something in your gaze that makes him deeply uncomfortable.
You hiccup as you watch him in the moment of silence, seeing his eyes narrow slightly. He releases your chin and uses his hand on your nape to push you forward once more.
“Nooo,” you moan, placing your hands on John’s knees to try to keep some distance between you.
“Please,” you plea, “I’m no good.”
You crane your head back as far as you can while Simon tightens his grip to be nearly painful.
“Exactly why yer supposed to keep going. Practice makes perfect, pup.”
Your ears perk up and tilt towards the third voice, eyes landing on Johnny sliding off the couch. He shifts onto his knees in front of where Kyle sits, giving you a cheeky smile and wink when he catches your gaze. You frown as Kyle runs his hand through Johnny’s mess of hair.
John pulls your attention back to him with a thumb just under your eye to wipe the tears. They haven’t stopped, but they’ve slowed. You watch his expression as he drags his thumb down your face until it catches on your lip. Your lips absentmindedly close around the digit when he slides it deeper. His eyes follow the movement.
“It’s alright, sweetheart. Your first time, isn’t it? Should be takin’ it easy on you. Let’s try something else for a change.”
You let out a small sigh of relief through your nose at his words, shoulders dropping. You wish they’d started with that from the beginning. You’re normally quick to follow directions, but this is difficult for you. He pulls his thumb from your mouth, wiping the wetness off on his khakis. He nods at Simon and makes some sort of vague gesture towards you with his hand.
“Up y’get,” Simon asserts, using the hand on the back of your neck and one under your armpit to pull you, quite roughly, to stand. You stumble at first. “Ow,” you grouse, body stiffening under his harsh touch.
You make a startled noise as he tucks his fingers into the waistband of your pants before he tugs them over your ass. Johnny whistles at the sight of your underwear and you nearly flinch at the sudden reminder that there were not only two, but four men in this room.
Your gaze flicks toward the younger men in the room. Johnny’s cheeks are flushed red, his hand pumping up and down Kyle’s unsurprisingly pretty, wet cock. He’s looking at you over his shoulder, lips parting in a brazen smirk.
Your lower lip wobbles. Simon doesn’t pay much, if any, attention to your underwear. He yanks them down right after the pants, pulling until you nearly trip with how he’s forcing you to move your feet. He’s a bit gentler tugging your tail out of its assigned hole, though. “Simon,“ you whimper, reaching to pull his hands off in hopes of making him pause.
Your wrists are quickly snatched up by one of John’s hands in front of you. You turn your attention back to him, head snapping forward once more. He seems a bit frustrated with Simon rushing him along, now. “You’re alright, little love. You wanted this, remember? You wanted a Daddy. You want love. I can give you that. We can give you that.”
Simon is discarding your pants and underwear after tugging them off your feet. While you’re distracted, he stands. Places his hand on your nape once more, the other on your right hip as he pushes you forward. Price places his free hand on your left hip to aid as well, pulling you over his lap.
Your knees are instinctively propping you up on each side of his hip, but it only seems to help them by hovering you over his cock. Your ears are lowered back, brows furrowed, a weary expression on your face.
How the fuck was that going to fit inside you when you didn’t even like to use two fingers on yourself?
“I don’t- This isn’t what I meant. Please, I can be useful.”
“’m sure you can, baby. Just give Daddy what he needs and you can go back to being a good little hybrid, yeah?”
You frown, a slight pout pulling at your bottom lip. He’s responding to you like he’s paying attention, but his words show that everything is going straight in one ear and out the other. You’ve already learned that arguing is useless in your four, or five hours with them.
Simon releases his hand on your hip. Pausing his manhandling momentarily for John to adjust you how he likes. You’re silent. Lips suddenly freeze as Simon tightens his hand on your nape and John hovers you right above his cock. No one mentions how wet you are.
He slowly sinks you onto his lap with your fists tensing and jerking in his hold. Your tail is limp behind you. A whimper is choked out of your closing throat when his head nudges against your dripping entrance. You can’t help but watch as he guides your hips until he’s about an inch inside.
He must miss the first tear slipping down your cheek. Ignores the second. Watches silently as you squeeze your eyes shut. Shoulders stiff. He’s nearly halfway inside by the time you’re gasping, “It hurts, it hurts. You’re too big, I’m not ready.”
There’s silence for a second and you almost think he’s going to ignore you again before he carefully releases your wrists. You sniffle, desperately sucking in a shaky breath as you immediately wrap your arms around his shoulders, nails scraping across his back as you cling to him.
You don’t know why. You shouldn’t, not with the things he’s doing to you. But you need comfort. Stability. He’s the only one there for that now. Simon’s footsteps retreat, not that you’re attentive enough to hear.
He smiles, the hand that just released you going to smooth down your hair. “That’s a good girl,” he coos. Petting at the back of your head, soothing you into a lull of false security. You cry out as his other hand suddenly shoves you down until your ass meets his thighs.
You sob into his shoulder, nails suddenly near drawing blood with how harshly you dig them into his flesh. It hurts, the way he spreads you open mercilessly, forcibly stretching you for his cock. He groans, deep in his chest like a beast after eating its killing. You tremble, tears dripping down onto his shirt and wetting little smudged circles into the fabric.
“Fuuuuckk… She needed me real bad, huh? It’s alright, baby. Perfect fit, yeah?”
He pants hot breaths against your neck, listening to you sniffle and hiccup over a few sobs. His hand stays on the back of your head as he holds you against him. He shifts his hips and grunts while you let out a displeased moan.
John spares a glance to his boys. Despite Simon being seemingly unnerved by his posture sitting on the opposite couch, John sees the signs. His hands are gripping his thigh a little too tightly, a little too close to his crotch. Alternating between tightening and loosening.
His chest rises and falls quicker than normal.
Gaz’s face seems a little sympathetic, a crinkle at the bridge of his nose, and he might fall for it if it weren’t for the hard-on between his legs. He does believe it, just a bit. He knows at this point that Kyle is a sucker for tears. Just a little sniffling from Johnny has him loosening whatever reigns he had on the situation. The good thing for him, the filthy man that Johnny is, loves to be pushed past tears.
Would choke himself on Kyle’s cock any chance he got. Or Simon’s, or John’s.
You’ll get there, too. Eventually.
His hips cant up against your ass and your grunts grow a little more high-pitched, but all you do is hug him closer. Squeeze him harder. Hug his cock tighter in your snug little cunt.
Yeah, you’ll do just fine.
notes: LRC1 = Low Risk Canine 1, as in the first of it’s unit. idk tbh i made it up. so far i don’t have any further plans for puppy or Kitty. doesn’t mean i wont find inspiration to write something else entirely or continue their stories, but id say it’s paused for now. higher chance i find inspiration if anyone wants to leave a blurb in my inbox for me to go off of ;) or just any ideas or thoughts!
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