dog hybrid phainon x reader. oral sex, somnophilia, dubcon, minor breeding kink (due to heat/mating instincts). interspecies miscommunication. afab reader, mdni
sequel to this thirst, please read it beforehand!
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Phainon wants you to be his mate.
He has a hard time remembering when he realised this, knows only that it makes sense that he does. Ever since Aedes Elysiae burned down when he was young—turned Cyrene and her mom and her dad into nothing but ash and bone—Phainon’s always been alone. Bounced from shelter to shelter, home to home, owner to owner. He’s always tried to be good for his humans, to make them happy, but his luck’s just always been bad. He's too expensive or he's too needy or he clashes with other hybrids. He eats too much or gets too rowdy or demands too much time and attention. Or maybe the truth is that no one wants to keep him around after they read about how he couldn't save Cyrene. Who wants a dog that can't protect his keeper, after all? Who wants a dog that can't guard his family?
But then you found him in his latest shelter, and you took him home, and you kept him.
And you love him.
Phainon can tell that you do. He can tell from the way you smile at him and scratch his ears. From the way you figured out, from his expressions alone, all his favourite foods and how you cook them all for him. From the way you read up on Aedes Elysiae for him and found out about all its wheat farms, so now you take him picnicking in the fields nearby and let him rest his head on your lap as he naps. From the way you let him sleep in your bed and curl around you, giggling as he sniffs at you.
Phainon wishes he could talk. He'd say thank you and I love you and I wanna stay with you forever. But he can't do any of that, so instead he smiles at you, licks your face, wags his tail whenever you're around. Cuddles up to you in bed, holds you at every chance, follows you around like he's still a puppy.
And he scents you. He scents you a lot.
He'd done it cautiously the first time, nosing at the crook of your neck where a scent gland would ordinarily be on another hybrid, but feels just as intimate on a human. The place that someone would only let their mate touch. You'd giggled when he’d done it, pulled him close and pressed your mouth against his cheek. You do that a lot to him: “kissing”, you call it, something that Phainon’s pretty sure that humans only do with their mates. With their loved ones.
You love him. He's sure of it. You love him and he’s going to mate you and stay with you forever.
He's going to have a home with you forever.
Phainon’s going to be a good mate to you, after he claims you. He’ll take care of your every need, the way you take care of his. He already tries to do that for you, of course—protecting you from danger when you’re out of the house, holding you when you're sad, licking your face until you're happy and giggling again. He tries to be good for you, because it's what you deserve.
Still, there are some things he can’t do unless he's your mate. Things like helping you through your heats.
Human heats are strange things. Phainon had never observed them up close until moving in with you. They're oddly subtle: you don't get mindless or ill the way that a hybrid of his species would, and he's not sure if you’re even aware of what your body is going through. If you were, then you wouldn't be so insistent on going outside, where any canid can smell the ripe fragrance of your womb and think about mounting you. Phainon has, a few times, caught some lowlife wolf or dog hybrid trailing after you and had to intervene, snarling at them before they could get close enough to touch you.
(You shouldn't get into fights, you always chide him afterward. What if you seriously injure someone and I have to give you up? And Phainon wishes he were capable enough of human speech to say, Don't worry about me. I just want you to be safe.)
But even if your heats are quiet, they’re painfully noticeable to Phainon. You always smell so sweet to him whenever they hit—a tell-tale sign that your body is ready for breeding. And then there's the scent of your arousal, the soft moans you make in your sleep as you dream of being filled, the way you press your thighs together whenever your thoughts wander in your waking hours. A few times you've kicked Phainon out of your room when you've gotten too wet and frustrated from it all, and he's had to spend the night in his own bed trying not to think about how you must be pleasuring yourself.
Phainon used to get shy about it. Tried not to think about how he could calm you with his knot, or how he could fill you up so that your body would stop begging to be bred. He wanted to be good for you, after all.
He didn't want to betray your trust.
But now that it's clear that you want him to be your mate, Phainon finds it agonizing not to touch you. He's scented you over and over and over, kept you indoors with him, held you in bed and comforted you as you ached from being so empty. Can't you tell that he's ready to help you?
And now, as he lays awake beside you, breathing in the scent of your arousal, that's all he can think about: that he should help you.
Phainon is careful about it as he hovers over you in bed. Nearly trembles as he begins to touch you. He's dreamt about this so many times—being close to you, being inside you, being yours—that it scares him now that he's doing it. He doesn't want to mess it up. He doesn't want to scare you by following his instincts—which is to roll you over on your stomach and shove his cock inside you. To rut into you and knot you and pump you full of cum, finally satisfying your heat.
If you were a hybrid, that's what he'd do. But you're a human, and he knows humans need to be handled gently—that you need to be handled gently.
He noses the crook of your neck. Nips at you carefully, listens to the little moan it draws out of you. It's a wonder you don't wake up as his tongue trails over your pulse and down toward your collarbone. He's especially grateful for it when he finally moves down to your thighs and parts them, giving him access to your aching core.
You've soaked through your panties. They're useless now, white fabric doing nothing to hide your leaking cunt. Phainon nearly feels bad when he sees the mess you've made: what a poor mate he’s been, letting you get to this point. He should have laid his claim to you as soon as your heat hit, filled you up and soothed you with his cock.
But he'll make it better, now. He’ll be a proper mate.
Phainon’s never mounted anyone before, so all he knows how to do is to follow instincts when he touches you: puts his head between your trembling thighs, presses his nose into your cunt. He inhales—deeply, greedily—and is briefly overwhelmed. The smell of you is so addictive, and he can't help but want a taste of you for himself. He presses his tongue against you—wet, hot, eager—and he licks.
Your reaction is immediate: your thighs tremble, you give a breathy little sigh. He keeps going then, encouraged—starts to lick you up and down as if you're a treat, drools all over your folds, pants into your cunt. He sucks at you too, trying to taste more of your juices—and happens to find a spot that makes you moan. You gush, a fresh wave of slick soaking his chin, and he starts lapping at the little bud through your panties, making your hips buck.
You wake up like that: pushing your cunt toward his mouth, whimpering as you drip all over his face. It takes you a moment to realise what's happening, for your mind to catch up to the fact that Phainon is licking your needy, empty pussy.
“Wh-what?” Your voice is bleary, dazed. “Phainon, what are you—”
Phainon takes your bud into his mouth again, sucking, and you forget how to speak.
Your moan is loud, blissed out, and your back arches as Phainon licks at you relentlessly. You writhe helplessly as he pushes your panties to the side, no longer unable to hold back, and slides his tongue between your dripping folds. He moans at the taste of your heat, lapping at you hungrily, drooling all over your sweet cunt.
“Ph–phainon,” you say, but he's too drunk on the taste of you to think about it. He takes that swollen little bud into his mouth, sucks again. You're sensitive and needy after being neglected during so many heats, so Phainon’s not surprised when you make the little sweet noise he's heard through the door when you touch yourself—the beautiful cry you give out when you cum.
He pants at the taste, licks at your essence greedily. Wags his tail and feels nothing but bliss—because he's finally helping you, finally fulfilling his duties as a mate, finally going to claim you. And he loves you—loves you so much, wishes once more that he could tell you so in human language. But it's okay that he can't. You'll understand when he knots you and marks you and makes you his. You'll understand him then, and you'll tell him that you love him back.
He looks up at you, beaming—and he stops when he sees your face.
You aren't happy. You’re horrified.
He tilts at you, whines. Tries to reach for you, but you pull away from him, eyes wide and breath erratic, and then you practically stumble out of bed, scrambling to get away. And once you've gotten on your feet, you try to talk to him, but you fumble with your words, stutter between sharp breaths.
All you manage in the end are two pained, broken words: “I’m sorry.”
He doesn't understand. Why are you sorry? he tries to say, but all that comes out of him is a sad little whine, and your eyes get so wide and heartbroken and he panics. Why are you sad? he tries to say. Why are you afraid? Please tell me, please let me help, I'm your mate, I’ll make it better. But he's a dog, not a human, and you can't understand him. Your face twists with pain at the sad, animal noise that comes out of him—and then you run.
Phainon wants to follow. He wants to hold you, lick your face until you're giggling, nuzzle you until you're kissing him and embracing him and loving him again. But you slam the door before he can reach you, and by the time he's outside, you've already thrown on your jacket and run out of the house. Already left him.
And standing all alone in a house that he'd thought he'd stay in forever, but might be as temporary as all the others, Phainon finally realises this:
CAT HYBRID!HARUKA SAKURA X GN!READER ･ sfw, fluff, sakura being his tsundere self, i think that's it??? i suppose there are briefly some very midly suggestive themes if you squint. but overall it's just something soft for my kitty boy <3 mwah. 1k words.
"How did you manage to get it even in your ears?!"
A tail thumps between the floor and the bathtub, agitated, restless, filled with shame as you struggle to pull the drying mud from out of a pair of pointed ears. They're almost plastered to the top of his head in a moody slant, and he avoids your gaze with a highly displeased furrow in his brow.
"I swear, sometimes you're more like a dog."
He growls at that.
"I can do it myself!" Haruka bats your arm away and attempts to rise from his seat at the edge of the tub, suddenly fed up with your fussing over his flickering ears.
He's flecked with mud and dampened by rain, smelling like the earth he wears on his fur. His skin had been wiped primarily clean by your dirtied rag but his hair is more of a challenge—the black and white strands make it easier for filth to cling there, and no matter how gently you try and dip the cloth into those delicate ears, they can't help but twitch at the overwhelming sensation. Every inch of him is buzzing with over-stimulation at this point, and Haruka needs you to stop touching him.
His attempts at yanking the dirt from his own head are hurried and haphazard, surely not sufficient enough to truly get him clean, and you're simply not going to let him get away with it.
"You need to get in the tub," you say, taking the dirty rag back from his hands. It's not a suggestion.
"It's not even that bad; you're bein' dramati—"
"In the tub," you reiterate. "And don't come out until your hair's white again."
Your tone as you start running the bath water is serious enough to nearly make the fur on his tail bristle. He knows he's not exiting this bathroom until he's been cleansed of all filth.
(Well, the tangible filth.)
You shut the door behind you and leave him there with faith that he'll heed your word. In the meantime, you busy yourself with gathering up a clean towel and a few articles of laundered clothing to set on the counter for when Haruka emerges from the shower, your brief re-entry not failing to catch the attention of his sensitive ears and causing his cheeks to burn brightly at the mere proximity of you while he's bare behind the curtain.
"I'm leaving some clean things out here for when you're done."
Your voice fills the small, steamy space and digs deep beneath his wet skin. You close the door behind you once more.
Taking in a stray cat hybrid has been even more troublesome than you'd anticipated.
You don't have long to reflect on the past couple of weeks before the water's being shut off and a fresh, clean set of ears are strolling out to greet you, the towel draped around Haruka's neck as he fluffs at his bi-colored hair.
"There. 'M clean," he pouts. "No need to be standin' around." He still refuses to meet your gaze even as you smile at him.
"Good," you grin wider, pleased with his tidy appearance. He looks quite cozy in a t-shirt and pair of pajama pants that fit; his first several nights here had been a little more awkward in that regard, until you'd managed to go out and fetch a few things in his size that weren't incredibly ratty and over-worn.
You lift the towel up to the outside of his white ear and dab at a few damp pieces of fur, making his tail whip about in annoyance.
"Quit fussin'," he complains, though he doesn't make much of an attempt to airplane his ears this time.
"You quit bein' a pain in my ass, kitty cat," you reply with a threatening chuckle as you ruffle his hair against the towel.
His cheeks feel even warmer than before.
"Didn't ask ya to let me stay…" Haruka grumbles softly, face still twisted in irritation and apprehension.
"Well, I'm not making you, either."
That makes his heart skip a beat.
You wonder if he goes out and comes back covered in scratches and grime in attempt to give you a good reason to put him back out on the street—to get fed up with his antics and fulfill a prophecy he has decidedly crafted for himself. But regardless of how relentlessly you fuss over his dirty fur and reckless behavior, he still ends up sleeping on a warmer, softer surface than before.
You're not making him stay. He's coming back in a new state of disarray every time, but he's still coming back.
He's letting you dry his ears and tail with a towel softer than any he's ever felt, and he's letting you brush the damp strands of hair from out of his reddened face.
He's letting you cup a cheek in your palm and stroke it with a tender thumb, and he's letting you witness the slow close of his eyes followed by the sound of a faint, barely-there purr emanating from his chest right there in the middle of the hallway.
The unfamiliar sound startles him, and Haruka's eyes blink open in a dazed surprise.
He turns away from you. "I'm… hungry," he says after a moment with a tail that wants to curl around his own body for protection—for consolation. The shame welling up inside of him keeps his voice low and spine angled towards you as he's frozen on the spot.
"I'll make us something," you reply gently, deciding not to push any of this a single bit further. The fact that he's so softly admitting to hunger with ears that are tilted at an anxious angle is proof enough you need to move forward with care, so you remove the towel from around his neck and place it somewhere to dry before getting something started for dinner.
After you've left him be and started humming away in the kitchen, he eventually creeps in to take a seat and watch you from afar, diligent eyes appreciating your movement as a drying tail swishes rather relaxed while he does so.
Cheek pressed lazily to the table and torso draped over the surface, Haruka thinks perhaps he likes this human version of purring that fills the space—and he most certainly likes the pleasant smell of food that permeates the air after a while.
There are much worse ways to spend one's time.
Maybe he won't go out looking for trouble tomorrow.
cw: nsfw, mild blood and bloodplay, fem dog/siren (?) hybrid! rafayel x gege! caleb x reader, stepcest/incest/pseudocest (up to you), siren hypno powers, muzzling, creampie, scissoring, oral sex, dub/noncon, trauma, angst, fluff, tiny bit of bondage, might be ooc i'm sorry, tba
a/n: a 45-days belated birthday fic for my beloved @rawrdawgging !! i hope you like it kory and sorry this took forever 🥲 #yuriloversunite (shoutout to the lovely amazing @losermuse for proofreading or else it would have been incomprehensible!!)
growing up, it had always been you and gege. everyone around you had called you 'Grammy Josephine’s strays'. an inseparable pair the other kids avoided. it was always you and the boy that always seemed to hover behind you and stood a little too close, no matter where you went.
it was a genuine surprise when you finally managed to get him to give in and get a dog for your birthday. he had said no to hamsters, cats, and even a singular fish.
"i guess a dog isn't too bad. it can keep up with your chaos."
you blinked. stunned that he actually agreed.
"what? you're...not kidding, right?"
he raised a brow, lips tugged into his infamous smirk.
"me? kidding? never. so now where's my thank you?"
you cheered and ran up to hug him.
"just a hug? come on, pips. throw me a bone here."
maybe taking in a dog was the least of your worries when you had a dirty one already nuzzling against your neck and jaw. kissing and licking you hungrily. his hands trailed down your spine to give your ass a firm squeeze. you thought of getting a muzzle for him one of these days. the sight of him all on his knees panting and restricted, made his smugness more bearable. you walked him back towards the couch, straddling him once he sat.
"huh...someone's excited."
he remarked with that stupid smirk on his face. as if he wasn't already rock hard at the mere thought of you.
"i'm throwing you a bone, Caleb. don't make me take it back."
you huffed, rocking your hips against his tent. he gritted his teeth, stifling a groan that was already building in his throat.
"fuck...pips. you're always so mean to me..."
you rolled your eyes, moving quicker as his large warm hands found their way onto your hips, squeezing them when you ground against his clothed tip.
"mean? if i was mean- hah- i would've- hng- stopped-"
his grip faltered and he flashed you his infamous puppy eyes. the perfect amount of pathetic, wet, and needy in his purple gaze that he knows would have you relent and take pity on his sis-con soul. and it works like a charm. every single time. he's supposed to be the older one too. you continued grinding, hands squeezing his chest. you leaned down against his ear.
"stop that. i'm supposed to be annoyed."
you breathed against the shell of his ear before flicking your tongue against it and sinking your teeth into the lobe just hard enough to leave temporary marks and make his hip buck harder against you. he was as wrapped around your fingers as you were his.
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so there he was, Caleb in all his boy next door's charming glory, in a hybrid rescue shelter. the female staff were already giggling behind clipboards and fanning themselves with flustered looks. he cranked up the brightness of his smile and walked confidently towards the nearest staff.
"excuse me, may I have one of your best hybrids to adopt?"
and the staff barely even remembered to get his id and documentation for processing.
"y-yes sir! of course!"
Caleb grinned and followed along as she lead him to the common living area for the hybrids.
"here are some of our sweetest hybrids...we have an arctic hare hybrid who is low maintenance...aside from food costs...and then there's-"
her words were already dissolving into the background as his eyes fixed on a dog girl hybrid. she had the cutest and fluffiest purple hair/fur. she was alone off to the side of the room with crayons and papers scattered in front of her. they were filled with pictures of magical lands. the immense princess vibes she held were exactly what caught his attention. the slight brattiness from the way her tail flicked when her vision glided over his form like he didn't matter at all. it reminded him of a certain someone at home. she'll fit right in.
"what breed is that pup?"
her explanation faltered and she turned to face him with a sheepish look.
"that's Rafa. she's new and to be honest...we don't really know either. poor thing came in all by herself."
Caleb began to step closer towards the pretty dog-girl, his shoes thudding against the tiles.
"sir wait! she's very...well...fussy. many potential adopters end up settling for other hybrids instead."
"what? there's no way she'll be fussy with me, she's so cute."
Caleb says confidently as he moved even closer to the dog-girl, his height looming over her smaller crouched frame. the staff could only watch on in resignation as he walked down the path so many other potential adopters have failed.
"hey there...would you wanna go home with me? there's someone who'd love to meet you-"
she sniffed him and at first her head tilted, eyes narrowing as she sniffed deeper. both Caleb and the lady staff held their breath. after a while of sniffing and building up hope for the both of them, she simply turned away and got back to drawing. Caleb blinked and his eye twitched.
"hello...i know you can talk-"
"no."
she interrupts without batting an eye or even looking at him. Caleb pursed his lips. what the hell was this bitch's problem anyway? no he had to play it cool.
"please pleaseeee come home with me!! it's for her, see?! she's so perfect incredible amazing-"
the lady staff just watched the whole thing unfold with wide eyes and her jaw unhinged. a grown adult man, 6'2, built to the heavens, groveling at the feet of the sassiest dog hybrid in the shelter. even the sleeping arctic hare hybrid had his eye cracked open to see what was going on. he was fumbling in his pocket for his wallet and he practically shoved it in the dog-girl's direction.
"see! she's literally the sweetest ever!! you'll love her! everyone does-"
the picture made the dog girl blink. something about your eyes and smile tugged at her chest. so that was the sweet smell on this oaf. the smell that she had mistaken for home.
"fine."
she says, picking at her nails and not meeting his gaze. but the way her ears twitched with interest at the top of her head gave her away. she was curious and...maybe even enthused at the prospect of going home- no. meeting the person who smelled like home. so much so that she barely noticed Caleb's scheming eyes that were already planning a get back at her for being so difficult.
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your beloved gege came home with something that had to be wheeled in. a cloth covered box with something that was making odd breathing sounds. a pitch of whining and panting that either belonged to a huge dog or...-
"gege i asked for a puppy...that sounds so creepy..."
you say, circling the box curiously.
"pips, you asked for a dog and i literally bought you the cutest one. least you could do is give your gege a lil smooch, ya know? as thanks?"
he says with that smirk glued to his jaw. you wracked your brain for a moment, thinking about what could possibly be under the cloth cover. was it an english mastiff? honestly if it was, you'd jump gege in a heartbeat. those things grew up to be skinwalkers with how humongous and...spindly they are. you felt a shiver down your spine as you imagined a large shadowy creature staring at you from the dark as it slowly takes over your home and makes it theirs. next thing you know, it's drinking your favourite brand of coffee on your dining table, legs crossed and rent unpaid. you took a deep breath, patting your cheeks to steel your resolve.
"better not be an english mastiff..."
you murmured to yourself which earned a snicker from your beloved older brother. the urge to smack him upside the head grows and deepens with age, you grumbled internally. reaching out, your fingers traced the edge of the cloth before tugging it away. you could not have prepared yourself for what came next. it was a bitch. literally. a dog-girl in a simple white shirt, sweatpants, and a chew toy clasped right between her teeth. she was drooling a little as she sat there, a scowl on her face and a constant growling sound rumbling from her chest. she had the softest purple hair, wavy, and shiny. and her eyes were an enchanting blue and pink. she looked unreal. and also very annoyed. maybe even a little scared.
"a dog-girl?! seriously gege?! you have to be kidding me!"
you exclaimed in a mix of shock and frustration. he had one job. just one. which by the way, you didn't even entask to him, he snatched the job up himself. saying that he's the best dog picker gege in the world. you should have known. god even an english mastiff would be preferable by now- your thoughts skidded to a halt as soon as you began realising what you saw. the dog-girl tilted her head and scooted closer towards the cage door and she was...
"mhfff hff hhh"
she was trying to speak, actively biting down on the chew toy to try and get it out of her mouth. she shook her head in annoyance and tugged at the hybrid safe lock behind her head.
"ughhh seriously caleb! and you gagged her too!"
you groan before gently raising your hand and moving closer.
"hi there. i'm...so sorry for being too loud. are you alright?"
your soft tone made her scowl ease up, her pinned down ears twitching. she was still drooling and glaring daggers at Caleb who stood there with mock offense. he had gotten you the prettiest dog from the pound! so why were you so upset? you unlatched the huge cage and gently held out your hand. she sniffed it and immediately nuzzled into your hand. you rubbed her head and unlocked the muzzle.
"you smell nice. like home."
she whispers, nuzzling closer against you. her voice was as pretty as her face and her hair. even the instinct to recoil at the way a human with dog ears had practically rubbed drool on you vanished. she was really pretty and that was a privilege on its own. the soft moment was broken when Caleb cleared his throat in an attempt to join the new bond that was happening in the middle of his living room.
"she's a rescue from...a hybrid shelter. she was so stubborn and...frankly, rude, but it seems like she likes you, though."
the redirection of your attention to Caleb once again made the dog girl glare at him, letting out an agitated rumbling growl. you turned to her and stroked her ears which made her calm again.
"yeah it seems she really does. she's beautiful. never seen anything like her before. also you should move away. i don't think she likes you much."
you murmured, scratching under her chin. she seemed to preen, chest puffing at your words. the sight made you giggle. she was perfect. adorable.
"oh wow. okay. you're welcome, pips."
Caleb scoffed, folding his arms sulkily as he backed off. he watched the two of you with a mildly growing peeve. maybe it was just an introduction of a new element in his shared space with you, but something was telling him that in a while he was going to regret this generosity of his.
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"ah fuck! what is- ugh- wrong with you-"
your cuddle nap with Rafa was rudely interrupted by gege's hooting and hollering. again. you have lost count of how many times this had happened this week alone.
"use pretty words, Rafa's just a puppy."
you murmured groggily, patting Rafa's definitely-not-a-puppy's ears and head which seemed to calm her a little bit.
"you're being unfair pips! she thrashed my entire closet and now she's literally baring her teeth at me!'
you squinted one eye open and Rafa gave you the biggest puppy eyes ever. not a tooth in sight. your heart turned to putty at the sight. she was just so so adorable. she could do no wrong in your eyes.
"no she isn't. if you stop being so loud and just behave for an hour i promise we can catch up on missed time okay? so be a good boy-"
"i'm not the dog here, pips!!"
he exclaimed, groaning in agitation as he combed his fingers through his hair in genuine exasperation. it didn't even take one week. it had been, what? 5 days? and that bitch, literally and maybe even figuratively, had taken everything from him. his living room with all her toys that you had ordered, his favourite seat which had purple fur and hair everywhere, and worst of all his precious baby sister. you. not to mention the nights where his bedtime, the most sacred and intimate and blessed time of his whole entire day, was absolutely ruined by her constant whining and scratching at the door each time the door closed or locked. Needless to say, she was now sleeping on his side of the bed and he had to sleep on the, you guessed it, the floor. he hadn't gotten a single chance to hold you in five whole days. it was five days too long. long enough to drive a loving gege insane!
and then he saw it, Rafa's triumphant smug smirk as she nuzzled against your chest. Caleb felt a chill down his spine. he had went and done it now. brought a literal demon from hell home to his beloved pips and now it was going to throw him out since he's served his purpose. he needed to return Rafa and he needed to do it now-
"then stop acting like it, gege. if you behave, we can sleep together tonight and Rafa can sleep in the spare room that we've been doing up for her okay?"
"deal! i'll be good!!"
immediately all was forgiven. life was good again. there were no demons and no evil and he swears he heard angels sing- and then Rafa began to squirm against you.
"but i don't wanna sleep alone...wanna sleep with you...please..."
Caleb's eyes twitched. this greedy fucking dog! he swallowed his annoyance and put on his irresistible puppy eyes and now you were faced with two of the most difficult to reject pleading looks from the both of them.
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the sounds and smells from their room was making the pretty dog girl all sulky. littermates. she knew that smell so well. there was a pair of them in 'that' place. the place she was from. they were inseparable and stunk of each other all the time. she had made sure to steer as clear as possible from them and had almost let out an obvious tail wag when they were adopted together. good riddance, she had thought to herself. and yet here she was, pining for someone who was already accounted for. the sweet comforting smell of home that lingered in his musk. intertwined and embedded, begging for her to paw it up.
it should have been her. she whined as she pressed her fluffy ears harder against the door. she could hear the soft pants and stifled moans. your sweet voice that was enough to make her all giddy as she stood outside your door. she closed her eyes, whining softly as she imagined her on the bed with you, nuzzling her nose in your neck as her hands rubbed and tweaked at your chest. how soft you'd feel beneath her fingers, how taut and perfectly textured your nipples would feel in her mouth. how she'd suck and bite and scent you as hers and only hers. get rid of the stink that Caleb had left on you. be the only one you think of. the only one you'd want. if you didn't love Caleb so much, she'd have made him disappear. she hated sharing what was hers.
"gege...quit teasing...h-harder please..."
Caleb's thrusts had faltered a little upon hearing the whimpering beyond the door. that dog girl was a bitch in heat when it came to you. the smugness settled in his chest at the realisation that at the end of the day you'd always pick him. even over her, your most beloved dog-girl in the world. that heady feeling of being listened in on only made him thrust harder, making the lewd squelching sounds painfully heard to their little intruder.
"hah- as you- hah- wish, pips..."
he says through gritted teeth, the flushed curves of his freckled abs dripping with sweat and exertion as he thrusted deeper into the warm vicelike grip of your cunt. his fingers tightened around yours as he pushed your hand deeper into the mattress, teeth clenched as he continued to fill you up to the fullest. bet that pup's real bitter outside the door, was his last thought before his hips stuttered as he came inside. your legs locked around his waist, pulling him deeper against you as he pressed his hot flushed forehead against your equally heated one.
"love you, pips. you're perfect."
he whispers, kissing your nose. his fingers slowly loosened from your interlocked hands and he brushes away the stringy sweat slicked strands of hair from your forehead. it was perfect and exactly how life was meant to be. you and him together with that dog out of the picture. well at least when it mattered most.
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you and Caleb were tangled in the sheets, skin glowing and hair mussed from sleep and faintly smelling of shampoo from the late night shower in the connecting bathroom. the morning was cozy and perfect, the kind that Caleb would dread leaving to head to work. he turned to give you a soft kiss against your temple when there was a loud ripping sound coming from outside. followed by crashes and loud clanging sounds. his lips nearly bruised from how you jolted awake, smacking your temple against his mouth.
"wha- wha?! are we getting robbed, gege? do i need to call the cops??"
you mumbled all sleepy and disoriented. would've been cute if his lips weren't throbbing. the both of you shuffled into the hallway and froze at the visceral sight that assaulted your eyes. the whole living room was a disaster zone. toys and plushies chewed through, drawings torn up, crayons and colour pencils snapped, and Rafa's favourite plate and mug (the sparkly pink coral ones) were absolutely shattered on the floor. she sat in the middle of the mess, hands bleeding and wrapped tight around herself as she rocked back and forth. her usually silky hair was all deflated and her ears were pinned down. you could hear her sniffling, pinkish ocean blue eyes glassy and red rimmed when she peeked at you from behind her arms, scowling.
on the other hand, the energy of the man next to you was beginning to tense. you could feel the air pressure increasing and the way his jaw ticked as he stared the dog-girl down. what a mess, you groaned internally. you placed a hand on gege's shoulder and the air cleared a little.
"you're gonna be late for work, gege. i'll handle this, okay?"
he sighed tiredly, running his fingers through his hair at your words.
"i'm sorry, pips. you sure you don't want your gege to take leave for this? or send her back to the pound on the way to work- ow!!"
you smacked his arm, glaring halfheartedly at him. you could hear a sulking whimper growl from behind you emanating from the curled up figure on the floor. what. a. mess.
you gently tiptoed over all the carnage and gently squatted next to her. she shifted instantly to establish as much space as she possibly could. and then you saw her hands. they were bleeding.
"Rafa...i know you're upset, sweetheart, but i need to look at your hands. they're bleeding."
she growled lowly, a rumbling sound in her chest.
"you don't have to pretend to care. just let that man send me back to the pound."
she spat, her pretty face all tight and scowling. it was heartbreaking to see her so upset.
"i promise i won't lock you out again. okay?"
you tried, gently raising your hand to stroke her head. she caved in at the smell of you, tail already wagging before she gave it permission to. her hands were bandaged and things were slightly better. except for the fact that she had decided to go on a hunger strike.
the strike went on for longer than it should. a few days. to the point where even gege was butting in and trying to get her to eat (albeit in his usual annoyed and rude tone reserved specifically for the dog-girl) only to end up with bitten flesh when he returned.
"fucking-"
"gege!"
"she bit me! god you're insufferable!"
he groaned, glaring at her before he left for work. the whole situation was unresolved still. Rafa was constantly suppressing her tail wags whenever you came near, opting for singular words or soft grunts in response and she would eat so little to the point where her body was beginning to heat up and feel feverish. you were so worried for her and her declining state.
"Rafa please, sweetheart. please eat...for me at least, hm?"
you cooed softly, trying not to let your anxiety and stress cloud her needs. you were cooling her head with damp cloth and in between, she was being fed her favourite food albeit the mashed up version. she didn't pull away anymore, settling deeper into your bed and against you. she ate and rested and even replied in more than her recent use of noncommittal sounds. gege was working a double shift today which left you alone, staying up to watch her and cater to her needs. you gently played with her ears, stroking the soft purple fur with your fingers as your eyes traced the way her chest rose and fell. the rhythm and serenity after all the days of frustration, worry, and constant anxiety created a lull in which your eyes began to close and your body dissolving into hers, forming a curled up ball of limbs.
your peaceful nap was disrupted by movement against your side, followed by an eventual weight on your belly and chest.
"you hurt me alot...reminded me of my days as a lonely stray being hurt by the bad people outside."
her voice was soft but her eyes, even through your groggy sleep laden lids, were shiny with tears and a glow that wasn't quite human or hybrid or even animal.
"i thought you were different...because you smelled like home."
she continues, sniffling and wiping at her eyes. her ears were all droopy and sad and...the mixture of everything made her words ring in your ears. enough to make you want to rip your heart out of your chest just to show her how much she meant to you. her voice was like a sad sludge that was beginning to make your brain all murky and fuzzy.
"Rafa...i'm so sorry...i...i never meant to hurt you..."
you said desperately, getting choked up as you speak. your eyes watered and the ringing in your head grew the more her eyes stayed glowing. your fingers reached for her, grasping onto wherever you could reach. you'd do anything for Rafa. anything at all. and those were the exact words that left your lips.
"please let me prove it to you! i'll do anything to fix this!"
your words made her sniffling soften and her glowing puppy eyes looked at you and she tilted her head to the side, fluffy ears tilting along.
"if you really mean it, then let me scent you."
the word scent was vague. scenting in hybrid culture was reserved for mates. you can't be her mate. it was wrong. it'd be abusing your hybrid caretaker rights over her. your rights which were to protect and care for her. but everything seemed to dissolve into that sludge in your mind. Rafa wants to scent you. rafa loves you so much that she wants to make sure you stay. make sure you were hers without a doubt.
"yes princess...you can do anything you please."
the words came out of your mouth in a singular exhale, your eyes dilating as if on command. the princess was honouring you with a scenting ritual reserved for mates. you were special. you were hers.
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"grammy!! who is the pretty girl in the cage?"
Rafa's head lifted tentatively at the voice, her ears pressed down against her head at the approach of footsteps from someone probably not much older than her. this was a first. usually it was the heavy footsteps accompanied by that acrid nose burning chemical scent. the one that they'd poke her with to put things in her body that made her skin feel like it was containing boiling steam on the inside of her body or for them to draw blood out for their endless research into a now lost and destroyed section of a trifecta habitat that was utopian in its existence. a place where sea and mammal hybrids coexisted in a space where the green of a forest met the breeze of the ocean. they called it the in-between.
past attempts of human exploration had been met with hostility due to the intrusive nature so the site was bordered and rumours of cruel experiments and research were the only things that remained of that place. survivors were few and rare, living in constant hiding. she remembers being in water, being told not to wander too far. she was chasing a pack of pretty fishes that seemed to dance where the sun met the water's depths. she felt the pressure begin to recede the closer she swam to the surface. and then it was warm. her mother had always told her to stay away from the sun but she never told her how...beautiful and warm it was. here, she could smell and breathe in a different kind of air. the kind that was light and free. she giggled as the sun warmed her skin and dried her ears, her tail, something she remembered having, flapping in the water all excited.
and then there was a sharp prick against her arm. she yelped and looked down only to be met with something pointy with a dark bluish purple tipped plastic. she remembers that circular logo. she'd remember it forever. because that would be the last day she saw her family and friends and home. the smell beginning to fade in her memory. until the day you came to visit.
it had been a long day of tests and jabs. and when she heard your voice and footsteps, the smell hit her first. the smell of home. a soft oceanic breeze, the warm sun, the sand, the trees...she sniffed against the metal of her cage without realising. the kid outside gave her a soft pitying look.
"oh no...you're hurt. here, take my hanky. it'll help."
your tiny fingers had reached through the cage to pass it to her. the way the sterile lab lights hit your eyes, the smell, the way your lips curved into a smile. she felt...whole, if only for a moment. you were a princess. just like her. you had to be.
"hey we have to head home! stop playing with sick kids like that, pips."
a brown haired boy with plasters on his knees had called out, dragging you away towards the scientist lady the both of you called 'grammy' with a scathing glare thrown her way. and she was alone again. that hanky was...something she kept dear. she'd bite and snarl at anyone who got too close. and after years of learning the way people spoke and her set expiration date neared, she used her voice for the first time. freed herself and barely managed to escape, leaving behind only that handkerchief, worn and tattered from the years it spent with her. she cried that night and vowed to find you. her lost princess. her home.
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Rafa was lapping at your neck, the warmth between her thighs rubbing against your lower tummy as she licked you all over. cleaning you of that disgusting littermated scent. you were hers and hers alone. you whined softly, skin leaning into her touch, warming the more she grinded her body against you. the sludge was beginning to clear away from your mind. your hands that were wrapped around her thighs reached up to your upper lip only to realise that the smell of copper was from blood.
"it's okay...it didn't hurt you...just had to make you see..."
she whispers, lapping up the blood before finally crashing her lips over yours. her fingers scrabbled against your soft home clothes, tugging it up. she held your hands to her chest, the peak of her nipples stiff from how much she's grinded it against your chest. the face she made when you gave it a testing squeeze was reverent.
"more...touch me...scent me too..."
she pants, grinding harder against your clothed cunt. you could already see her shorts darkening. the power imbalance and the wrongness blurred as the sensation of grinding against her reached a crescendo. you pulled Rafa's hips harder against you as you came, kissing her doggy ears and nipping it which made her let out a keening whine of pleasure. the clothes separating you both parted with a slick string, entirely soaked through. you could see her pretty purple hairs nesting around the soft pink of her flushed pussy. the sight was enough to make your mouth water.
"Rafa...we shouldn't do this. it's wrong."
you tried to reason even though you were already sitting up with your fingers, millimeters away from stroking over her wet shorts. she huffed and placed her hands on either side of you before kissing you hard enough to split your lips. her breath was muffled and her nose bumped against yours. your hands, despite your earlier protests found the waistband of her shorts and tugged it down. your fingers grazed over her bush, dipping deeper into the pool of stickiness in between. the gasp she let out followed by the slight shudder in her hips was enough to have you pin her down and tug off your own underwear.
the room was warm and somewhere along the way, Rafa has managed to take over, rutting her erect clit against yours as she pressed kisses and sharp nips with her canines against the insides of your thighs.
"s-so good...can't stop...rubbing against you..."
your back arched as she smushed her hips harder against yours. the softness mixed with the loud wet noises and the firmness of her big clit against your own was enough to erase the mild burn of her purple cunt hairs rubbing against your raw needy flesh. the throes of pleasure you were both in tunneled into a haze of mounting need and desperation, oblivious to how gege was standing in the room's doorway. his jaw was unhinged and he didn't know which feeling came first. the sharp betrayal of envy or the heat that licked up his nape.
"pips...?"
his voice came out as a rasp of disbelief, his eyes were dark and his chest heaved.
"g-gege- hah-"
"look at me. not him. i'm the one- hng- making you feel- hah- good..."
"Rafa...need more...ngh-"
he just stood there rooted to the spot, using what's left of his dignity and willpower to not combust in his pants from the way you were shaking your hips against the dog-girl's. the way your fingers tugged at the base of rafa's tail to urge her harder against you. the way your clit was so swollen and fat. he fumbled with his belt buckle, ignoring the annoyed look that rafa gave him before he knelt down to kiss you, one hand around his cock.
he began licking down your neck and tonguing your nipples, eyes transfixed on the way Rafa had her tail wrapped around your leg as she scissored her cunt against yours. the stimulation from your tits and pussy was enough to make you cum hard all over Rafa's purple furs, hips twitching. gege kissed away your tears.
"she's mine-"
Rafa's bark was rough but she paused when she saw the way your eyes fluttered shut as Caleb pressed his forehead against yours as he came all over the floor. the look of utter surrender and worship in his eyes at the sight of you. she knew then and there that...he understood what home was. that he was just like her. two people seeking solace in the same home. at that moment where caleb and you kissed, how happy you looked as you did it, and the soft smile you flashed her for her understanding was enough for her to relent. as long as this annoying prick made you happy, she'd recognise him too. not easily...but he was their pack now. their litter.
"hah i bet i can make her feel better than you can."
Rafa felt that soft, orgasm aided acceptance of Caleb shatter almost comically. she wanted to rip that smug look off his face with her canines. but the sight of you laughing softly at his words made her heart stutter. you were a princess even when you were absolutely undone...
but despite everything, Rafa and Caleb's spats continued even as her mouth was pressed against your pussy and Caleb's breath was halting with the way you were sucking him off.
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"come on Rafa...you can do better than that, can't you?"
you huffed out, fingers tangled in her purple locks as you ground your pussy against her face. your eyes were fixed on Caleb's form. your big strong gege reduced to a whimpering mess with his arms tied behind his back with ribbons and a muzzle over his mouth. you tugged at Rafa's ears which made her whimper and finger herself harder. over the past few months that the three of you have settled into, you realised that sometimes, your favourite pups needed an occasional discipline session to quit driving you up the wall for attention.
today was gege's turn because he had been away for too long and he made you worry without a text just to surprise you when he came back. so there he was, forced to watch Rafa devour his favourite meal. he was struggling, face flushed and panting. his eyes were narrowed as he looked at you. all it took was one glance at his crotch to know the true extent of his suffering. a dark patch bleeding outwards on his khaki coloured slacks. sweat trickled down his nape to join the translucent white front of his tank top.
"you're too cruel, pips. you know your gege's starvin' after a long work trip."
you huffed out a moan when Rafa sucked on your clit, swirling her tongue over and around it until you saw stars and clenched around her head. she whimpered, tail wagging as she lapped up your sweet sticky juices.
"you were late. that's why she's all mine. right, cutie?'
Rafa grinned, face still wet and sticky with you. she was loving this. making it a show as she squished your cheeks to make you face her instead of your suffering gege.
"won't you reward me? for being such a good girl?"
she pouted, as she shifted to curl her arms around you from behind. her tail curled around your leg, the tip rubbing up and down your wet pussy. she kissed down your neck before turning your face to kiss you. her hands teased and plucked at your nipples as her eyes glowed. she was smirking as she watched Caleb grunt and fight against the ribbons. what was this supposed to be again? a discipline session? you could have sworn it was to discipline Rafa too but as always, the spoiled brat always got her way.
"sit, gege."
she says mockingly as she fiddled with your nipples and rubbed against your sensitive pussy harder.
"you're already lucky you get to witness cutie when she's like this."
you let out a choked gasp as she rubbed you harder with her tail, fingers tugging your nipples.
"Rafa...i m-miss him too...please..."
you whined, flashing her your very own puppy eyes. learned from the two best people in the field. Rafa clicked her tongue, huffing halfheartedly.
"fine. but only because you asked."
the moment Caleb was unbound, he was on you in seconds. he tugged at his muzzle, the metal pressing into your skin in his eagerness. Rafa reached down and parted your pussy lips open so he could see how her tail was flicking your clit. you could feel her grinding against your ass all eager and turned on from watching him suffer.
"nuh uh, no touching gege. just look and get off. that's all you get for being a bad doggy. don't you agree?"
Caleb felt his head get filled with a sludge like fog and all he could do was nod and fumble with his belt buckle. he began jerking his red raw cock with his hand, gritting his teeth as blood dripped down his nose. his pupils were blown the way an addict's would.
"don't b-be too mean to gege, Rafa... hah- you know it's better- ngh- when everyone's- hah- h-here-"
you panted out with effort, hips shaking as your orgasm approaches. she bit back a snarky remark because despite her irritation at Caleb's very existence, it was fun. she watched as you tug Caleb's head up. he was lost in reverence as he gazed up at his favourite girl and...sort of favourite third. his eyes were red rimmed and watery and the blood from his nose was leaking down the sides of his metal muzzle.
"m'sorry...i'll be good...i- ngh- i promise- hnh-"
he whimpered, hand growing frantic. his last straw was when you came all over his face, Rafa's tail soaked as she continued to rub you through your orgasm. Caleb cried out and his cock twitched as a splurt of cum shot out onto his abdomen and hands. the sight made Rafa giggle and her eyes stopped glowing. the haze of pleasure descended upon everyone and so did a fit of exhausted fucked out giggles as you all looked at one another.
Rafa settled between you and Caleb, her arms circled around you possessively, though she didn't bite Caleb for patting her head with his bloodstained fingers as the three of you settled into bed to catch your breath. you didn't smell dirty anymore and neither did he. it didn't even matter anymore that she wasn't a part of their birth litter like she had always envied. these moments sealed the fact that she was finally...home. in a pack of her very own.
having thoughts about being anaxas top student and him wanting to study dromas hybrid!dan hengs breeding behaviour in one of his rut cycles - luckily you're there as his helpful assistant...
this totally doesn't end with anaxa watching and analyzing as dan hengs instincts take over...
intervening to prod and ask questions whenever he sees fit...
ending with you completely incoherent and unable to answer the professors questions anymore as you lay with your head in the pillow too fucked out to even pay attention to your surroundings
LION HYBRID JING YUAN, YES!!!!!!!! do you have any spare thoughts to share about him, dearest plu?
- @cruel-hiraeth
JDCJNDF I have alwayssssss had this concept brewing in my mind abt stumbling across a soggy lil hybrid kitten and bringing him home and adopting him and then he’s a lil too rambunctious so the vet recommends getting an adult of the same breed so fine okay you’re bringing home a big fluffy white tomcat and they take to each other like a house on fire and it’s so very sweet until u come home and instead of ur sweet cuddly lil boys there’s a whole ass lion and cub in your house. Oops.
I think hybrid jing yuan is so rarely in humanoid form bc he’s well aware of himself and at first doesn’t wanna startle u and then later um. Likes to use ur shock more strategically doesn’t want u Too used to it….. soooooo cuddly even in his lion form tho. In fact that first time u see it he probably pounces on u and doesn’t let you go for a good long time (he is marking u very thoroughly)
