Never thought I'd have the opportunity to say this again: Reducing women and girls to their vaginas and then forcing them to show those vaginas to strangers is not a feminist ideal.
man if you're disabled you've GOT to find some way to make your fuckass body a source of pleasure whenever you can. jacking off. eating good food. wearing soft clothes. kissing an animal on the head. whatever you can do
okay guys hear me out on ghost meeting aphid!reader...
it's hard enough being a bug hybrid, many people have certain prejudice against you as-is, but as a hybrid with a "pest" counter-part? you're no stranger to rude and downright mean comments even from peers.
Which is why you're absolutely dumbfounded by ghost of all people approaching you out of nowhere to ask "can I take you on a date?"
You should know better, having been the victim of many 'pranks' in your youth, but something about the open way he says it has you hesitantly agreeing. He's attractive, funny, hopefully nice...it seems like a good idea.
Only for you to end up at a salad bar with a bowl full of leafy greens and fruits while ghost eagerly watches with an untouched plate. He smiles, pushes more towards you "don't be shy, lovie, eat up."
Sure, it's really weird, but not once has he made fun of your antennae or your mouthparts or anything....it's almost...nice?
"Can i try some of your honeydew?" Ghost blurts out in front of your apartment after an eerily silent car ride.
For a second, you're convinced he's joking. You've never met anyone who likes aphid hybrid honeydew, no one. Most don't know what it is. Those piercing brown eyes stay fixed on you unblinkingly, dead serious.
You've never been good at managing impulse, so you chitter happily and tug ghost inside.
Ghost finds a new favorite snack that night, and you find a boyfriend. Nice.
Roses come in almost every color except blue (and black). We've worked very hard to breed all sorts of roses: climbers, shrubs, long-stem, tea roses, scented, and on and on. But in true human fashion, we want the one we don't have, and that's a blue rose. A true blue rose. We can't get them naturally, roses don't carry the gene(s) necessary to be bred blue on their own.
So of course, when genetic modification became real, one of the first projects started, and in fact still ongoing, is to create a blue rose. Efforts have been ongoing for about forty-something years now, and not from small labs. The first one to the finish line will have the patent on the color [yes, rose colors are patented] and the process. They will make money hand over fist. Not to mention the progress it will represent in the entire field.
40+ years.
[IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A photo depicting a smiling Japanese woman with two large bouquets of Suntory's "Applause" roses, which are a lavender-grey color]
Closest we've gotten. And these make money, don't get me wrong. They're beautiful. But they're purple. Lavender. Technically blue, in the sense that "purple" doesn't exist in horticulture. (Thus why in the rhyme, "violets are blue")
"But when I put 'blue roses' in a search engine -"
Those are either photoshopped, or they're white roses that have been dyed blue. It's a really easy process. Florists do it all the time for specialty requests. It's so commonly done it even comes in spray paint form. They don't grow that color. They cannot grow that color.
(Yes, whatever one you think is real is photoshopped or dyed. Yes, I'm sure.)
All that work, from some of the best labs in the world. Decades of work. Absolute dedication to the task, the science needed being created just to do this, this one thing, make a rose blue. And we still can't do it.
Biology isn't just full of coconuts; biology is full of uncooperative coconuts who can react in entirely unpredictable ways to our meddling.
Screenshot of a post on Threads by "ztwang87". The post reads:
A techbro told me that biology is easy because DNA is just code, right?
I told him that DNA is 4 billion year old, completely undocumented, vibe-coded spaghetti, built by a blind evolutionary algorithm, which codes for its own compiler and runtime environment.
His confidence popped like a balloon.
I think of that programmer investigating Team Fortress 2, who found a jpg of a coconut in the game files and has no idea what it's doing there but if you remove it the game doesn't start.
Biology is full of coconuts
⤿ synopsis. best friends puppy and bunny have been getting very close since mating. the scournful looks bring your deeper doubts and insecurities to light. puppy does not appreciate you backing out now.
the two of you are the biggest scandal around. many, if not most of the male hybrids on campus think it'd be fruitless to court you, and the females to court him, since the two of you seem to be a mated pair.
you have the scent of puppy all over your skin, while he has faint bunny teeth marks dotting his collarbones and throat, dangerously close to his mating gland. you have matching ones on the soft parts of your body; your hips, thighs... breasts... ass. in a platonic way of course.
the tall, floppy eared puppy hybrid trails after you like he's on a leash you're holding. he's so obsessed with his sweet bunny best friend, all warm skin and soft thighs covered in skimpy things like sheer tights or mini skirts with your bunny tail twitching right above your pert ass.
the only reason he can get away with touching you as much as he does is because you're so clueless and needy. instead of wondering why your little panties get damp spots in them when he licks and bites you, all you can think about is straddling his lap and bouncing on him.
you're always in his lap.
Sometimes you're just buzzing with excitement about a quiz you think you aced, and you throws yourself onto him without noticing the way his arms lock around your waist territorially. beyond being possessive, pup also has to hold you and himself still because otherwise, he might rut up into you like an animal, or sniff behind your floppy ears and hump you right there in the quad.
he thinks about it, a lot. what it would be like to frot with his pretty bunny, but he doesnât do it because you're best friends. you just think he's sweet and affectionate in the puppies usually are, not realizing how his tail wags uncontrollably only for you and that when you're tangled up with him too long he runs to the bathroom for fifteen minutes not for a pee break but because his cock's gotten so wet and swollen that he can't last much longer without creaming all over you.
but then again, you're just as bad. you make a wet, gooey mess all over yourself whenever he grabs you by the hips when you're cuddling, and you get sooo warm and flushed all over when he pins you down in mock fights, tail wagging, tongue out, teeth grazing your skin to hold himself back from biting and breeding.
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your dorm seems to be way hotter than it needs to be. puppy's shirt is off, thrown somewhere under your desk, and his tail flicks back and forth behind him while you lay on top of him in bed, boobs squished to his face while you read your new book. your skirt's all bunched up and your thighs are bare and squishy where they press against him.
âyou're so warm,â he mumbles, nose scrunching, glossy eyes blinking up at you.
âyouâre the one who wanted me to sit here,â you pout in return, cheeks flushed. his hands are splayed on the outside of your thighs, rubbing over your skin back and forth. it's a tickly feeling that makes you wriggle on him a little to escape the sensation.
whenever you move on top of him, your scent spikes and it punches right into his senses. he groans and tugs you down on top of him to bury his face into your neck. âno squirming,â he pants, tongue peeking past his canines.
âwhy?" you tilt your head, bunny ears flopping to the side. "y'acting weird,â you say, petting his hair absently.
he mumbles something into your skin, licking once. âyou smell like youâre gonna go into heat and it's making me react weird.â he growls, finally lifting his head, eyes wet and wide. he's panting. âyou reek, bun. can smell y'pussy."
your thighs squeeze around his hips automatically, your whole body suddenly trembling. âdonât say that,â you whisper shyly, your voice high and scandalized, bunny tail twitching in little jerks behind you. your little nose wrinkles. ââŚyou smell worse. i canât even think when you smell like that.â
"stop," he yips, tail flicking frantically. âcan't control it, been trying so hard not to jump you, i swear,â
â...you have..?â you ask curiously, looking down at him. he looks so genuinely desperate itâs embarrassing. he whines and gets warm in the cheeks, squeezing you against him tighter. he nods weakly.
"i have to hold back too," you mumble into his neck after a beat. youâre embarrassed to admit it because your thighs are sticky and your hips are grinding down into his lap in tiny, unconscious movements.
âyou do?â he breathes. his ears twitch and flop down heavy against his head. âyou hold back?â
you nod against his skin, cheeks burning. âwhen you pin me down or grab me like that, it makes my head go all fuzzy. i-i donât know, mmm... just wanna⌠wanna rub on you or something."
the minute you admit the truth, he begins frantically nosing at your throat, nipping it, sucking, with a low, excited moans. you squeal, hips twitching up against him instinctively. âwhatâre you doing?â
âyou said you wanted it!â he cries out, humping up into you once and nearly sobbing when the friction makes his ears twitch. âcanât help it. y'smell so, fuck, you smell so sweet, bun, wanna eat you.â his nose twitches and heâs panting again. his hands cup under your thighs, squeezing. his cock is throbbing.
"oh god," he moans, rutting into. his lips are sticky and swollen from biting them so hard. "ngh fuuuck i do this to m'pillow, bun. i think about you and i hump it,"
âpup!â you squeak, scandalized, but you donât pull away. your hips match the slow, desperate rut of his under you, and despite there being barely any friction through your underwear, your cunt is soaked, and you can feel the outline of him right beneath your core. his cock is hot and throbbing with every grind.
âi hump it and pretend itâs you,â he gasps, squeezing your thighs tighter. his ears are flattened down, floppy against his flushed cheeks, and his whole body is shuddering beneath you. âi wrap your hoodie around it and press my face to your scent- nghh, i get it wet, just like this,â he sits up suddenly, arms wrapping tight around your waist and caging you in his lap. his forehead presses to yours. "bun... need, need, mmf-"
-is the last thing he mumbles out before he leans forward to capture his lips with yours. it's so messy and nasty. pup's tongue is huge and drooly and because he's so eager to finally finally have his lips on yours, he just ends up slobbering you because he's so excited. he bites on your lower lip, and you gasp into his in response, tugging on his hair sharp enough to make him yowl with pleasure.
he grabs yours hips and drags you down hard into his lap, mouth still locked with yours. his tongue rolls over yours when you moan again and grind back. he's panting into your mouth at the way your plump pussy grinds into his cock through your clothes. both of you are soaked, slick and pre leaking between the two of you to make squelching noises every time you rock down and he pushes up.
your mouth is glossy and swollen, coated in spit that clings in strings whenever he pulls back to breathe before diving right back in, tongue first, like a dog.
âstop,â he groans against your lips, licking into your mouth. âstop moving like that, i'm gonna- fuck! iâm gonna cum bun,"
âi know, want it s'bad,â you moan loudly, rolling your hips sloooow over his clothed cock, rubbing your folds over every single inch. his head lolls back stupidly.
âoh f-fuck,â he moans, thrusting against you again, the head of his cock sliding under the slick cotton of your panties with a disgusting wet sound. the bed creaks underneath you as he rocks, rocks, rocks into you.
pup sinks his teeth into the junction of your neck and shoulder, almost on your mating gland but barely holding back just before he permanently bonds you with him. both your glands have been seeping oil since he's started, opening up eagerly and hoping to be claimed. it's taking all of him not to do it. his cock presses tight and hot against the swell of your cunt through your soaked panties, and you keen, tears pricking your eyes from the sheer overload.
âgonna -shit- cum,â he pants, tongue hanging out to kiss the reddening bite mark he just left. âbun, iâm gonna come, gonna make a mess,â
you whimper and rub harder against him, cunt soaking through your thin panties and onto his boxers, until thereâs a huge dark patch under your pussy. "y-you can!" you cry, face buried in his neck. âi want it, nnghhh fuck! want you, pup!â
he lets out this helpless, whimpering moan and then he grabs you by the hips, pulling you down hard just as he jerks up. his whole body locks up as his cock pulses hot and hard under you. your thighs become so sticky with slick as you start to cum with him, little cotton tail getting wet and sticky as your mixed juices start to drip down your skin, pooling in the dips where your thighs meet your ass.
he holds you there, panting through his teeth as his cock twitches repeatedly with more of his cream splurting out each time, staining both your underwear with thick, warm loads that donât stop.
Dragon bf whoâs never really had luck in the sex department. Most of his past exes and flings have gone ok, that is until he shows them his two massive cocks. The second even bigger and more girthy than the one on top.
At first they try always tried to make it seem like it was no big deal. Told him they could take it. Only to jump to them squirming and whimpering before heâs even bottomed out with one.
If that was the only problem he might be able to handle it. He didnât need total satisfaction, he could make it work. But when his past relationships also saw how much pre and cum he released they were hesitant to have penetrative sex all together! And if they did risk it they made sure he quadruple-wrapped up and he had to pull out before he was about to cum anyway.
The preventative measures cut off all sensation for him and made him lose all connection he got with his partner from the act. That feeling of closeness had been erased till things just eventually didnât work out.
Itâs left the poor beast with the biggest dry spell known to man. That is until he meets you.
When you first see his cocks you light up. He tries not to get excited but there was no fear in your eyes. Maybe you had more experience with monster cock than he thought and he was all the more grateful for it. Your own ease helped his own, allowing him to relax.
And when you two first started, moving together and grinding as his cocks split open your already dripping swollen folds. Each rock of his hips sending his throbbing tip to smear against your puffy clit. Endless droplets of oozing milky precum dribble from his leaking tip and coat your slit in his eager essence.
When he sees the shock on your face he prepares for the work. Ready for you to tell him to wrap up first or to stop altogether. But itâs him whoâs surprised as your expression fades into awe, sweet pretty moans slipping past your lips and making leak even harder.
He doesnât even try to hold back how eager he is for you, his growls echoing against the walls of his den and his throat glowing with a low blissed out ember. Picking up pace his cocks start to push at your entrance. As you gasp sharply he starts to rear back, about to ask if youâre alright, when you suddenly hook your legs around his waist and push not only one but both of his cocks inside you.
Dragon bf throws his head back with a furious roar, sparks crackling through the air and increasing the tension of the room. Youâre so wet and so so tight, he canât believe how well youâre taking him in. But given how much your sopping pussy is squelching as it sucks in his lengths gives him no room for argument.
Every inch deeper inside your slick silken walls massage every vein along his shafts, delivering a deeper sense of pleasure than he ever knew possible. He lets you set the pace, taking him as hard and fast as you like, using him to give yourself pleasure.
And use him you do. Your hips buck wildly, swallowing up his cocks like youâre starving for it. He meets your every thrust, pounding into the narrow channel of your cunt that shifts with every hard pulse as it molds itself to his shapes. Hugging him so perfectly he could cum already.
But he holds on as best he can when parts of his cock have never felt the sweet warmth of a hole as perfect as yours. More and more precum gushes into your pussy, sloshing around inside you and he merely drives it in deeper, using it to mark your walls as his. Swiveling his hips to hit those spots inside you that have you seeing stars.
Heâs filling you so good and youâre suffocating his cocks like the good girl you are, clamping down and holding onto him for dear life every time he hits somewhere reallyyy good. The way he fucks you itâs like heâs memorizing your body, watching closely for every little reaction you give him so he can best please you. Moving his body, his cocks, and his fingers as they rub against your clit to have you singing for him.
And when you cum your vision flashes, the corners darkening before a loud crack rings out and a second later a pleasurable pain blooms on your cheek. Blinking your eyes open you realize heâs lightly slapped your cheek as he grips your jaw and mushes your cheeks together.
Telling you firmly to look at him as he cums inside you and breeds your fat cunt. Letting you know that youâre his now, thereâs no leaving or getting away. And that heâs gonna make sure you have to stay.
Thatâs when you feel a bigger presence begin to push at your entrance and a second later heâs slamming his thick knot inside youâre already overstuffed cunt, stretching you further than you thought was physically possible. Itâs as though your body just automatically listens to him as it opens up for him like it was made to. Then heâs coming, rope after rope of scorching hot cum.
Youâre not exactly sure how long it takes before he finishes coming but in the meantime he made you cum two more times while he worked you both through the waves of euphoria you couldnât deny. If anything his words only served to turn you on further.
Itâs not a surprise that after all that he ended up succeeding in everything he had said to you. Sure, most people, and even you he images, think him insane for getting you pregnant when you two barely even knew each other.
But after finding such a treasure like you how could he ever risk letting you go now?
Going on your first ever trip alone was a scary thing. Especially when the place you were traveling to was the infamous Monster City. Humans were rarely ever allowed inside, only permitted when all its citizens were out of their breeding seasons. All in order to protect their human neighbors and keep the peace.
But that also left the whole city as one big mystery to you. So although you were excited to go somewhere new, you didnât know what to expect.
The only thing you could think to do was look online. All you the online forums said the same thing. Every monster citizen recommended you Rent A Monster Bf for the day. Given they had packages that allowed them to act as a kind of tour guide while also giving you protection. The idea made your cheeks burn up in a blazing hot blush.
You couldnât actually do this, could you? Rent a monster to act as your bf for the day. There were all sorts of different packages. Offering short dates to long dates, having them pretend to pay for everything on your outings, to taking real-looking couples photoshoots. That was definitely doing too much, thereâs no way you could do that while keeping your head on straight.
By the end of the day there was no way you wouldnât catch some kinda feelings. It would be better if you just handled the trip in your own and hoped for the best walking around blindly.
âHi! Are you from the Rent A Monster Bf Service?â You ask the painfully sexy ass monster holding a sign with your name on it after stepping off the plane.
The whole process was a lot more simply than you originally thought it was gonna be. You told yourself, after giving in and just doing it, that if you hit a snag then youâd just forget the whole thing. But the agency made every step of the way so damn easy for you.
You sent them all the details for your hopes and dreams when going on this trip in a very long email. In response they sent you five listings, each of a different monster. The listings included their occupations, hobbies, accomplishments, and anything else that was notable to add.
Out of all the monsters you picked the one that was your type to a T, both in looks and personality. After choosing your boyfriend you received confirmation with a full itinerary that listed everything he had planned. From the start of the date to the very end of it. Starting by picking you up from the airport.
Now here you are, eyefucking him like a feral beast as he picks your heavy suitcase up with ease. Imagining him picking you up like that and throwing you around. Arousal gushes out of you, soaking your panties within minutes andâ fuck!â you really hope his kind of monster canât smell a humans emotions.
You watch him tilt his head in the air and sniff. Breath catches in your throat as your pussy clamps shut, as if thatâll trap the scent already surely wafting around you. Luckily it seems he doesnât notice it as he moves to the passenger side and opens it for you like a true gentleman.
The whole day he acts like an absolutely perfect bf while showing you around the city. When you went to restaurants heâd pull out your chair for you, yanking it close to his side once you sat down and taking in deep lungfuls of your scent.
Heâd feed you, laugh at how flustered you got, and talked with you like youâve known each other forever. His eyes flickering across your face in search of something deeper.
During museum tours and tourist attractions heâd hug you from behind or hold your hand. Always touching, always keeping you close like he was trying to make a claim in front of the other monsters.
Worse was how heâd always offer to take photos of you, or you two together. Whispering warmly in your ear, âI donât want you to forget a second to this.â
It was seriously ducking with your head. And your poor neglected pussy that wasnât seen any action in months was reaping the consequences. Everything he did set you on edge. Your panties were ruined by now, soaked through and dripping to the point it was uncomfortable. You donât know why your body is responding like this, itâs not like you.
But he was just so damn sexy, his body sculpted by the gods to fit your ideal type and his face⌠he was the most beautiful being youâve ever seen. It nearly blinded you how hot this man was.
This act he was putting on wasnât helping at all because as much as you tried to remind yourself you bought this service, you were failing, falling hard for his charms. Leaving you mad horny and two seconds from shooting your shot.
Somehow by some miracle you managed to restrain yourself till the end of the date. Good thing too because your mind was beginning to play tricks on you. Imagining his hand was holding yours a little tighter, his breathing coming in short pants and growing shorter throughout the day, pupils dilated with lust, and his body trembling with restraint.
For some reason he kept checking his watch and you wondered why. Just as you were about to ask it goes off and he instantly sighs in relief. Now officially off the clock he doesnât waste another minute, whirling around to face you, his claws hands cup your cheeks as he crashes his lips against yours. You make a noise of surprise that he eagerly swallows as you two stumble into your hotel room.
âI-Iâmâhah!â sorry, my rut isnât due for another two weeks, itâs never this early. But I just spent the last twelve hours drowning in the scent of your arousal when Iâd rather be drowning between your thighs. Mustâve triggered it,â he growls, all but pushing you on the bed. You barely process his words before heâs on top of you and ripping your clothes off.
Hour after hour passes in the blink of an eye. His hips are a blur of movement as he pulls orgasm after orgasm out of your needy fat cunt. Never seeming to stop his relentless rhythm like heâs possessed or something. And hell maybe you are too with the way youâre bucking into his thrusts, riding his cock for all itâs worth.
The two of you are like animals as he takes you from the front, the side, against every piece of furniture in the room, to the sloppiest of backshots on the bed. Your throat is raw from all the screaming, the force of his hips wetly smacking against yours sends pleasure to explode throughout your body in the most mind blowing of ways.
Everything is sloppy and filthy, allowing him to slide in impossibly deeper. His cockhead making out with your cervix each time he bottoms out. Yet still you crave more.
You want his knot.
Using every trick in the book you start rolling your hips and clamping down, milking his cock like youâre tryna draw it out of him. He groans in bliss, fucked out and drunk off your pussy as he falls to nuzzle into your neck. Thatâs when you feel it, his knot nudging at your entrance.
While he tries to take it slow, ease it into you, youâre far too impatient. Having waited all day for this. So with a jerk of your hips you stuff his knot deep inside your cunt with one sharp stroke.
Immediately it throws him over the edge, his knot swelling up big within you. The stretch of his knot and the sensation of his hot seed flooding your tight channel has you reaching your peak right with him.
Sobs of ecstasy wrack through your chest as you fuck each other through the waves of pleasure tingling within you. He holds you tightly against him, talking you through it and whispering praises in your ear till you two collapse on the bed from exhaustion.
Your bodies are still locked up tight from his knot. And from the way he keeps grinding in deeper you have a feeling it wonât be going down anytime soon.
Well, it seems like youâll be extending your stay a night⌠or three. Only to help him through his rut. It seemed fair that you provide him with your services after he had provided you so thoroughly with his. And who knows what may happen after that.
cw: hybrids, dubcon (?), trapping, knotting and things.
dog hybrid simon riley that tries to mount you, it's not his fault, it's his owner who's responsible for bringing a sweet, docile kitten in the house that already has a big dog, he's never showed his affection to any possible animals around, even to his own specie, how he should, but upon meeting you, soft, supple thing with groomed tail and fluffy ears, he remembers he has a cock to stuff and breed.
you expected him to scent you and then forget about you, after all, he's a scary dog, and the man that took you promised that he's lazy and wouldn't even bat an eye at you, but as soon as your feet touched the floor, simon bumped you down on the parquet floor with his whole, heavy weight, pressing his rugged mug between your legs, huffing out a terrifying, pleases groan, his tail wagging left and right.
it's led to you almost clawing his eyes out, hissing and scurrying as far away from him as possible, threatening that you'll slice his face if he'd try it again, defensive little thing, a sight that pulls a lopsided grin to his pale lips, making your fur stand up on your ears and body, forgetting about trying to make up friends, knowing best than talking to this horny mutt.
yet simon plays it off, acts as apologetic as he can, tucking his excited tail between his burly legs, lowers his ears down, almost manages to do these honeyed, puppy eyes when he passes you across the house, getting under your fur, by helping you, giving you his sleeping place while the owner orders a new one for you, even stoles some treats for you from the kitchen.
anything, just to lower your awareness of him, making you warm up to an unruly mutt and feel comfortable with and beside him, pushing his inappropriate behavior to pure curiosity, seeing that he ain't trying to do something like that again, even through there's a sleazy murkiness to his eyes you can't piece together, until your heat doesn't hits you.
you come to him willingly, padding from your bedding to his, where he's all sprawled out, deep asleep with rumbling snores, and your mind to hazy to comprehend what's happening, why it's so hot, why you're all leaky between your furry, supple thighs, plopping beside him with loud, needy purrs, as you rub against his whole body, ass perched out with your pretty, curving spine.
simon knew you'd come, waited for your heat to struck, for you to seek him as your comforter, nuzzle your adorable face with whiny mewls in his thick palm, he's not a patient dog, and he won't torture you by acting like he's asleep, so he rises and tugs you close, pressing you into his bed, making you arch sweet and sharp enough to present your needy, fluttering hole, messy with dripping slick.
he eats your pussy properly, messes his whole maw with your slick and creamy cum, nose pressed in your silken, soaking fur, while he flattens his rough, thick tongue against your puffy folds and bumpy, swollen clit, slurping down on you when he nudges at your slit, licking further to your clenching hole, stuffing you with at least something for a short time, preparing you for his knot.
you welcome his chubby cock properly, your hole tight, yet so slick that simon is able to sheathe himself along your rippling, pulsing walls in couple of squelchy slides, flicking his finger against your throbby, little bud of nerves, looking at the way you purr and meow in pleasure as he stretches you out, filling you so full your soft, little tummy bulges out from his girth.
simon will knock you up, knot your tight pussy nice, making you claw at his wide shoulders while he slobbers over your fluffy, plump tits, rough tongue torturing your perky nipples, suckling wet kisses on your tender body, that would be even more so after he'd make sure you're pregnant with his chubby pups, as you keen his name and plead him to breed you.
ears pressed tight to your head, flicking at each pound of his engorged, fattening cock in your leaking hole, rutting his thickening tip against your cervix, your spongy spot rubbing against his veiny shaft rapidly, making you writhe, turning his wide, muscular back in a mess of bleeding crescent scratches, as your long tail wraps around his leg, brushing against his thumping one, accepting simon's popping knot with pitchy meows and gushy hole.
your pregnancy would be an owners problem by the morning, when he'd stumble across you tucked against simon's solid chest, purring in your peaceful slumber after being sufficiently filled with loads of potent, thick cum, morning air filled with guttural, protective growls and clogging scent of sex, and it's seems like it's wouldn't be easy to make simon stay away from you from now on.
Cat hybrid reader going through her first heat after taking heat suppresent pills all her life with werewolf husband(NSFW obv). This sounds kinda cute in my head.... I can't explain it.... Like getting married and then finally deciding that you want to let yourself go through a natural process which you were suppressing all your life.
Happy 5k! If this isn't something you'll write, I am sorry, please do not block me, I can't tell if this is following the rules or not.
Your husband held your hand as you started the morning without taking your heat suppressant pill for the first time.
You wanted to have kittens with him so badly, and he wanted to fuck you full of pups, so the two of you decided that it was beast for you to temporarily stop taking them so you could mate properly.
âYou think itâll be okay?â he asked, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand.
You frowned, leaning against him. âIâm not sure⌠itâll take a few days for the suppressant to leave my system. Iâll find out thenâŚâ
And find out you did.
Your husband returned home after a long day of work, only for his cock to immediately strain against his pants when he picked up the smell of your heat. He could hear your desperate little mews from the bedroom, walking in to see you crying and begging for release.
You had never felt such an ache in your cunt, and had never really felt the urge to masturbate so you had no idea what to do. He watched you struggle to finger yourself and play with your clit, your pretty kitty tail rubbing against your fat, wet pussy.
âPoor baby, canât even make herself cumâŚâ
He fucked his fingers into you, making your back arch. âMmph! P-please, need more!â
You panted, your body feeling like it was on fire. His fingers were a little help, but it was like throwing a bucket of water on a house fire.
You needed more.
âShh, sweetheart. Gotta stretch you out, okay? Can you be my good girl and wait for me?â
He moved his fingers in a scissoring motion, trying his best to stretch you out as quickly as possible.
You nearly lost it when you felt him kiss your inner thigh, his lips moving to your fat pussy. He licked your clit, sucking on it as his fingers kept fucking into you.
After a few moments you cried out, cumming on his fingers and writhing on the bed. Orgasming while in heat was like nothing youâd ever felt before!
Your entire body spasmed as he pulled out his fingers from your aching pussy with a wet squelch. It took him a second to compose himself, watching your pussy ooze. There was a mess under your hips already, and your scent alone was driving him insane!
He already towered over you, but now he seemed to loom over your body like a predator ready to pounce on its prey.
He rolled you onto your fat tummy, lifting your hips so he could properly mount you. By now, he was going off of pure instinct, ready to breed his fertile little mate.
âMewâŚâ
You let out a pathetic little meow as he sunk into you. The two of you had sex before, but now it was an entirely different experience.
The pleasure was multiplied tenfold, and he was so much more intense than he had been previously. âWanna make puppies with you! W-wanna-!â
You buried your face into the pillow as he pounded your kitty cunt. His grip on your tail made you cry out, arching your back so he could reach you better.
Your hips and legs were easily lifted off the bed as he began using your fat pussy to get off, his mind fat gone. You didnât mind, the feeling of him knotting you and filling your belly with cum over and over again was the only thing helping to calm the heat in your body.
The next day, your mate fussed over you, feeling terrible that he went overboard and lost control.
âIâm sorry, little one⌠your heat, it just-â
You butted your head against him affectionately, purring as he began to pet you.
âI think itâs what I needed⌠thank you for being with me for my first heat.â
âOf course⌠Iâm your husband and mate, itâs my responsibility to take care of you.â
The two of you spent the morning cuddling in bed, soft purrs and loving mews filling the air.
blah blah blah kitten hybrid!reader getting into owner!simon's edible gummy stash, only to be fucked crazy when you start presenting your hole with mewls and carpet scratches once the high hits
being simon's riley one and only lap cat, sweet thing with fluffy, fluttering ears and long tail that lays across his lap just as your body, slightly curled, splayed over his muscular thighs and nose burrowing in the cotton fabric of his pajama pants, enjoying the long, delicate strokes of his rough, calloused palm he brushes down your head and to the small of your back, chuckling deep and smoky at the way your spine stretches out beneath the gentle touch.
to be honest, he needed someone who would always be waiting for him at home, not only as a family member, or wife, or children, but something more affectionate, pet like, with fluffy body parts, with constantly needy behavior, curling up on his lap or chest with loud purrs and rubbing against the sloping curve of his stubbled cheekbones, nosing in the crook of his neck sweet and pliable, meowing at the tight squeeze of his pawing hands, going lax anytime he chooses to pick you up or stroke down.
simon loves how you seek him at the early morning light when he crawls out of the bed for his tea, in nothing but the pajama pants and naked chest, muscles softened, covered by the pudgy layer of little fat he accumulated by lazing out with you on the couch or the bed, a place for you to sink your clawed nails in when you follow his form out of the bedroom, curling behind his back, affectionate and clinging, the expanse of his scarred, tissued skin falling victim to your kneading fingers.
you tilt your head and crane your neck out for him when he bends to smother you in tender kisses, scratching behind your ears that flutter at the touch and elicit those adorable purrs deep from your throat, eyes barely open to look at him, enough to see how his own crinkle, pale eyelashes low over the tawny irises, the pupil shudders to dilate in response to yours, focused on with pooling, overflowing tenderness that makes simon so much softer on the usually razory edges, just for you.
simon takes care of you, your every need, especially when you start to whine about how empty and aching you are, your panties sodden, soiled by the slick that oozes and pools down onto the cotton with your need for him, to your gaping hole end up stuffed full of his cock, sheathed deep and secure along your pulsing, viscous walls, tight with warmth as you purr in against his solid chest, nuzzling over the softness of his muscles, as his hand pats across your plump ass.
Hear me out: hybrid!reader who lets the whole 141 task force mount her as she desparately wants to have her first litter with each of the men siring one pup for it... WAIT WHO SAID THAT!? WHO SAID THAT!?
Again, I'm so sorry for the late response đ¤ Enjoy!
The house smells like pine, gun oil, and the thick, syrupy scent of your heat.
Youâve been pacing the living-room rug for three days, massive Maine Coon ears pinned back, calico tail lashing so hard it knocks over a lamp.
Two years youâve been with them nowâcarried out of a collapsed lab in Simonâs arms, too drugged to walk.
They feed you, groom your fur until it gleams, let you sprawl across their laps during briefings and sleep on their chests at night. They call you princess, doll, pretty girl, their good little queen.
They never touched you like this. Not until your heat hit like a freight train and you couldnât stop rubbing against their thighs, couldnât hide the way your scent soaked every room, couldnât stop the desperate yowls that slipped out when they got too close.
Now theyâre all with you. Doors locked. Lights low. No rank. Just men and the kitty hybrid theyâve loved since the day they brought you home.
Youâre on your knees in the center of the rug, back arched, tail high and trembling, calico fur fluffed out. Youâve already come twice todayâonce on Priceâs thick fingers, once on Kyleâs clever tongueâand itâs still not enough.
Price kneels first. His hands are steady as he strokes down your spine, thumb pressing the base of your tail until you keen.
âEasy, love,â he murmurs, brows drawn in single-minded focus. âWeâve got you. All of us.â
And heâs the first to take you.
He eases your thighs apart, lines himself up, and slides in slow, stretching you wide. You yowl, nails sinking into the rug, tail wrapping tight around his hairy forearm like youâre afraid heâll pull away. John fucks you deep and deliberate, hips rolling in a rhythm that makes your whole body rock forward with every thrust. When he finally comes, itâs with a low groan, spilling hot and thick inside you, holding you still while you shudder through your own release.
He kisses the back of your neck, voice rough with satisfaction. âFirst oneâs mine, princess.â
Kyle goes next. Heâs gentler, hands everywhereâscratching behind your ears, stroking under your chin, whispering filthy praise while he sinks into you.
Youâre still dripping from Price, slick and open, and he groans at how easy you take him. He fucks you fast and playful, nipping your shoulder until you arch and beg. When he finishes, he laughs breathlessly against your ear, âGonna give me a pretty little spotted kitten, yeah?â
You nod with a whimper, drooling onto the rug, too far gone to speak.
Johnnyâs third. Heâs eager, impatient, practically vibrating out of his skin.
He flips you onto your back so he can watch your face, so he can kiss you sloppy and deep while he thrusts. His cock is fat and slightly curved, relentless, and he drives into you until youâre clawing his shoulders bloody, tail thrashing against the floor. He comes with a shout, flooding you until it leaks down your thighs, and growls against your mouth, âFuckinâ hell, lass. Feels like fuckinâ heaven.â
Simon is last; loves you cockdrunk and throughly prepped.
And he waits until the others retreat to the couch, watching with lazy, possessive eyes, stroking their halfâhard cocks to the sight of you.
Heâs the biggest, the quietest. When he finally moves, itâs slow. He lifts you into his lap, arranges you facing the others so they can see how well you take him. His cock is long, heavy, and he sinks in inch by inch, letting you feel every ridge, every vein and piercing. Youâre whimpering, overstimulated, but he just rumbles low in his chest, one massive hand splayed over your soft belly.
âBeen waitinâ for this,â he murmurs gruffly. âWaitinâ to fill ya up proper.â
He fucks you like heâs claiming territoryâdeep, relentless, hips snapping until youâre crying, tail thrashing, ears swivelling and pinning back submissively.
When he comes, itâs with a low, broken groan, spilling deep inside you and adding to the seed already filling your sopping cunt, holding you against his massive chest with strong arms while you shudder through the aftershocks.
âMine,â he murmurs into your ear, so soft the others almost donât hear. âOurs.â
Youâre a wreck when itâs overâfur matted with sweat and cum, thighs trembling, belly feeling all heavy and warm. They clean you gently, one at a time. Price with a warm cloth, Kyle with soft kisses, Johnny with teasing licks along your jaw, Simon just holding you while you continue to purr even in your sleep.
Nine months later, the litter arrives.
Four perfect, squirming babies; each one a perfect resembling their sire. Smaller than humans yet twice as resilient.
Theyâre all yours. All theirs.
And your mates spend the next months rotating night feeds, changing tiny diapers, and arguing over who gets to hold the kittens longest while you spend it sprawled in the biggest bed they could find, purring loud enough to rattle the windows, tail curled around four tiny bodies that smell like home.
Their princess.
Their queen.
The mother of their future.
And the happiest, most pampered cat hybrid in the world.
From the moment your Black Cat Hybrid bf introduced you to his Puppy Hybrid best friend, heâs been stuck to your guysâ side like glue. Acting like a permanent third wheel for everything you and your bf do. No matter how intimate and private the moment may seem, he just doesnât get the hint.
When you two are cuddling on the couch watching a movie, your bodies glued together, heâll just plop down on the other end. Not saying a thing and just watching the movie. Even when you both get used to the disruptive presence and your bf starts getting a bit touchy, the pup has the worst timing and snuggles right up into you, nuzzling into your chest and getting comfortable.
The rare times you dare try and have a stay-in date it never goes as planning. Your bf swears he told his best friend that you were coming over so heâd need to use their shared apartment for the night. But when Puppy Hybrid comes waltzing in, in the middle of dinner, he claims to have had no idea. Before either of you can go on heâs already making himself a plate and sitting right next to you, even offering you a bite of his food.
Though trying to go out for a date never goes well either. He always manages to catch your boyfriend right before heâs about to leave the house to ask where heâs going. Your boyfriend always foolishly tells the truth and Puppy Hybrid somehow ends up worming his way into the date.
Now you donât exactly have an issue with your boyfriendâs best friend. In fact, you could even admit that the pup was one of the most beautiful men youâve ever seen. If you hadnât been dating your boyfriend you definitely wouldâve looked twice at him on the street. But sometimes you wanted some alone time with your boyfriend.
This time youâre both sure youâve finally gotten it.
Your Black Cat Hybrid bf had called you up in a rush, telling you his best friend would be busy all afternoon and out of the house. Of course you didnât hesitate to snatch up your keys and race over to their place.
The two of you take full advantage of the empty home, fucking like feral beasts right in the living room. Every hard drive of his cock was met with the fact that Puppy Hybrid could come back home at any minute and easily walk in on you. It turned you on harder than you cared to admit.
As much as you wanted your alone time, the thought of the man walking in to see your boyfriend pounding into you like a pornstar has you arching your back and moaning like the total slut you are for him. Maybe even both of them.
Harsh cries pierce the air, your little ah! ah! ah!âs echoing against the walls every time his thick cock bottoms out inside you and batters against your womb, begging for entrance. All you can do is hold on for dear life, your nails clawing at his back till he groans and fucks into that much harder.
âAh! Yes. Mmphâ mmph!â You whine, eyes rolling back and tongue lolling out in intense pleasure. For a second you swear you hear him snort but your heart is pounding too hard in your ears for you to be sure.
âMmph. Mmphhh,â your boyfriend mocks, raising the pitch of his voice in a way thatâs still unbearably hot.
Now that you know you heard.
Your eyes snap out to see his amused grin. You seriously look too good like this, all wrecked and fucked dumb. Such a pretty sight. The second you meet his eye he starts angling his hips to hit your sweet spots and you nearly let it all go. Nowâs not the time for thinking.
âDonât be meanâŚâ you mewl out, your words broken by a gasp as his thrusts make your toes curl. He lets out another laugh and your traitorous cunt responds by gushing with a new wave of arousal, dribbling down his length and helping him slide into your tight heat more smoothly.
âIâm not being mean, pretty. How can I be mean when Iâm fuckinâ you so good?â He asks, voice dripping with condescension.
Eyes flickering between you and the fluttering mess between your thighs, your boyfriend grunts, watching syrupy droplets gathering like a ring around his cock and pool all over your swollen clit. Giving it a playful swat he relishes in your cries and the way you suck him up even deeper, so eager for him.
It sends him flying forward, burying his face in your neck and sinking his teeth in. The pleasure is unbearable yet your body jerks into it, craving more till you just canât take it.
âM-m-moreâ please. Fuck, nngh, please,â you beg, struggling to meet his thrusts when the force of his hips pin you down against the bed. You donât even have enough time to lift them before heâs slamming back in.
âMore? You think you can take it?â He asks breathlessly, releasing your throat from his fangs to look at you with such sweet pity.
âYe-hah-es!â
Is all you can scream in reply, your brain not even functioning properly.
Never one to deny you your boyfriend drags his claws down your plump frame, grabbing handfuls of flesh and marking up every inch of you he can touch before pushing at your sensitive inner thighs and spreading you nice and wide fâhim.
It forces all the air right from your lungs as he ruts into you impossibly harder, the hard meeting of your bodies loud and arousing. You swear heâs taking up every inch inside you. Heâs so deep in you, rearranging your guts with every snap of his hips. It drives you near insane, messy babbles choking from your throat as drool trails down your face.
Still even in this moment he chooses to start mocking you again. Mirroring your slurred speech and fucked out expression. Your face twists as in pain. Why does he have to make that so hot? You know he can feel the way your cunt spasms around his girth, adding more to the friction between you thatâs driving you up the wall.
Without being able to respond you simply whine even louder, the fog in your pretty little head mixing everything up. All your other senses useless besides the ones being used to please you.
âYeah, thatâs it. Hnngh, baby, lemme hear you. Let him hear youâŚâ
Thereâs no time to register what it was he even said let alone make any sense of it before that knot in your belly is unraveling and you explode into an orgasm that almost gives you an out of body experience. Heat consumes you as cum all over his cock. You donât even realize when heâs cum right after you till you feel the ropes of cum splashing into your depths and stuffing you even more full than you were before.
Itâs only when youâve just started returning to your body, your mind barely clearing, when you gather a sense of your surroundings. The first thing you see is Puppy Hybrid now kneeling before the couch, his long fingers rubbing sweet loving circles into your clit.
When he got there you have no idea but the sight of him now has you screaming and squirming against your boyfriend who hasnât stopped pumping into you with cruel smooth strokes. Wet squelching joining in with your surprise.
âNuh uh, baby, no moving. Weâve just gotten started with you and youâve both waited for this for so long,â your boyfriend scolds lightly and you instantly still.
A blush burns at your cheeks. Were you really being that transparent? How turned on both he and his best friend made you. Given by the way they chuckle a little meanly at the fact that you donât refuse his response you guess you were.
âT-then touch me? Please,â you whisper, barely able to speak even now.
Puppy Hybrid licks his lips, his eyes raking over you and taking you all in. A vision heâs imagined and fucked himself to a thousand times. Even when he had been with others he always ended up thinking about you anyway. Now heâs finally got you in his grasp.
âOh, imma do so much more then just touch you, babe.â
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