FILE NAME: BITCH IN HEAT.TXT
USERS FOUND: welt yang x bunny hybrid!fem!afab!reader
WARNING! THIS FILE HAS BEEN CORRUPTED! DO NOT OPEN! forced heat, drugging (f!receiving), bunny hybrid, heat cycle, age gap (implied), welt yang is a creep, use of “pet,” “bunny,” etc., ask to tag
NOTES ABOUT THE VIRUS: welt yang thought himself to be a reserved man. well, he had, at least, until you stepped onto the express with that quivering little puffball tail.
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tap. tap. tap. tap. tap.
his foot tapped anxiously on the floor of his room, elbows on his knees and fingers steepled under his nose. he was nervous, for the first time in a long time, watching the numbers on his clock flicker onto the next minute.
welt yang was not a nervous man. he was a good man, a man who always chose the ethical option, a man who consistently tried to guide and protect the others on the express.
at least, he liked to think of himself in that way, before you joined the crew. you, who made his knees weak and his head swim with a lust he hadn’t felt in many long years.
it was all your fault. you were corrupting his mind with your pouty cheeks, your thick thighs that always rubbed together whenever he was in the same room as you, your sweet lop ears and your twitchy puffball tail.
a hybrid, march had exclaimed when she introduced you to him on that first day, cool, right?! she’s so awesome! so cute too, right, mr. yang?
welt had swallowed the saliva that had pooled on his tongue before responding with a curt introduction, watching the way your nose seemed to scrunch and twitch with interest at him.
he had felt the beginnings of your corruption from that first day.
he had seen from the get go how you followed him around as if he was everything. you, a young, pretty pet, wandering the express carts in shorts that allowed for your tail to wiggle freely, your sweet eyes trailing him wherever he went. he saw how you had to shift and adjust to be comfortable around him, as if you were playing a game with him, trying to get his attention and encourage him to approach.
you always smiled with those glossy lips whenever he spoke to you, or told you how to do something. you seemed to like to ask him arbitrary questions every single day, ears twitching against your shoulders where they draped as you listened with rapt attention to how his voice melted down your spine.
welt was a good man. he was just trying to help you, honest. he had caught you with medicine from another planet, something having to do with suppressing an urge you had, according to the files he had secretly borrowed from dan heng’s room. it was only right that you felt comfortable enough to go through the motions your people went through back home, right? those pills were probably bad for you anyways.
it was only a matter of time. a carefully misplaced bottle of pills, followed by a carefully spiked bottle of your favorite soda. a perfect storm, a perfect conversation starter.
another minute passed, and he finally heard stirring from your room across the hall. thumping of feet on the floor, a distressed groan. the hair on the back of his neck stood as he sat up straight in his chair, grabbing a book off of his desk to try and feign ignorance to your situation.
your door slid open with a hiss, and two short steps was all it took for you to be in front of welt’s door. you knocked thrice in rapid succession, and then your saccharine voice floated through the heavy metal. “m-mr. yang? please open up, i don’t feel well, something’s wrong…”
“come in,” he called right back, eyes still trained on his book. he was a good man. he wouldn’t take advantage if you were scared.
the door slid open, and in you stepped. your hair was tousled, your clothing crumpled and messy. you were completely out of sorts, looking as though you were feverish and ill. welt put his book down, brows furrowing as you hurried to close the door and lock it behind yourself. your tail was rigid and twitching, flicking upwards, and as he caught a glimpse of your ass in your tiny shorts, he saw it.
a wet spot, nestled between your thighs. your sweet, supple thighs were glistening with a foreign substance that caught the light and made welt’s head spin.
you turned back to face him, and he easily put the mask of concern and worry. “what’s wrong? you look as though you’re running a fever.”
“mr. yang,” you breathed, your glossy bottom lip trembling before you caught it between your teeth as you walked up to him with quick strides. “i don’t feel well, something’s wrong with me, i couldn’t find my medicine, i- i’m… please…” you looked so desperate, so innocent, reaching for him in the way you always did, seeking his affection, always looking for a hug.
he allowed it, his hands brushing over your shoulders before wrapping around your middle as you practically fell into him. your skin was hot, almost burning to the touch, and you allowed yourself to crawl directly into his lap with a soft sniffle of discomfort. you wrapped your arms tight around his neck, legs straddling his waist, and hid your face in his neck. “help me, please, i’m- i think i- i need your help…”
“help with what? what’s the matter?” he pretended not to know, pretended not to feel the way your cunt throbbed as he spoke against the fur of your sensitive ear, pretended as if he wasn’t straining in his slacks.
he felt you take a deep, shuddering breath in against his neck, your nose sliding against the column of his throat as you rocked your hips with a sudden fervor. “mr. yang, please, i need you inside, i need you inside me, it’ll make it go away…”
your voice was dripping with need as welt slid his hands to your sides to push you from your embrace. he was holding back, he wanted you to want it truthfully. “what are you saying? i don’t understand.”
you whimpered as you were pushed away from him. your pupils were blown wide, the color of your scleras barely visible in the wide inky pools of lustful darkness that had overtaken you. you were sinking into him, into the heat you had never had before in your life. the sudden loss of suppressants made the symptoms grow tenfold.
you whined before grabbing one of welt’s wrists and pushing his hand under your waistband, making his fingers dance along your clit with a sudden moan dripping from your lips. “here, mr. yang, i need you here, i need you inside me. please, please, help me, fill me up, you’re the only one i want…”
your begging was making his head spin. finally, you were asking him to help you, to take care of you, to fuck you.
who was he to deny you of anything you asked? he never has, and he never will.
“oh, darling,” he murmured, making quick work of sliding two fingers into your slicked up cunt, the squelch from your juices making him grit his teeth to bite back a moan. he flexed and curled his middle two fingers inside your sloppy hole, making you cry out with oversensitive pleasure as all of your synapses fired at rapid speeds. your own fingers never felt this good, nothing had ever felt as good as welt’s fingers inside of you.
you started to practically ride his fingers, bouncing on his lap, your slick dripping into his hand and all over his lap. you whimpered and whined, your ears falling over your shoulders and draping behind your back as your eyes rolled into your skull. you already felt stupid just from his fingers.
“is this better? is this helping you, bunny?” he hummed at you, at the way your tits bounced with your movements. his free hand shoved your shirt up towards your throat, and he groaned as your tits were freed from their confines for him. he was quick to take one of your pebbled nipples into his mouth, dragging his teeth over the sensitive flesh and almost smiling from the way you practically screamed and shuddered.
your nails were sunk deep in welt’s shoulders as you rocked your hips into his hand, your head reeling as you were suddenly brought to your peak. you gushed into his hand and shook hard in his grip, his hand moving from your shirt to the small of your back to keep you steady in his lap. his fingers slowed in your hole but didn’t stop completely; your skin felt like you had been doused in cold water, but only for mere seconds before you started to feel that heat pool in your stomach again.
“no, i’m…” you whimpered, tears welling in your lashes, and welt lifted his mouth from your nipple to coo at you.
“poor bunny, still need my help?”
“please, need more, need your cock…” your breath became shallow as you shoved at his wrist, forcing his fingers from your hole. you got onto shaky legs, and welt was the one to shift forward in his char to peel your soaked shorts down your legs.
“what a pretty bunny. poor thing, have you ever been in heat before?”
“need your cock,” you responded, earning a chuckle from him as he stood. he loomed over you, smelling of smoke and dark liquor. you felt like you were going to lose your mind if he made you wait any longer, and he could read that on your face. he made quick work of his belt and his zipper before grabbing one of your wrists and pulling you to his bed on the other side of the room.
he pushed you down, and you went without hesitation, feeling your tears start to spill from your lashes as you throbbed and started to produce more slick that gathered around your hole and dripped down your ass.
welt stood at the edge of the bed, undressing quickly, his shirt first followed by his pants and boxers. his cock, drooly and red and heavy, caught your gaze immediately, and you whined and hooked your hands under your own knees to present your hole to him.
“please,” you whined loudly as he started to crawl over you, “put it in, put it in, put it in- oh-”
your voice was like honey as you moaned, your back arching and legs resting on welt’s shoulders as he wasted no time in sinking the fat head of his cock past your tight rim. you were so wet, clamping down on his cock and opening up perfectly for him to slide deeper, deeper, deeper until he was fully inside your warmth.
a look of bliss washed over you as you finally were filled with cock, your internal desires being gifted to you by a strong, perfect man.
welt groaned as your walls fluttered around him. “good girl, good pet, what a good fuckin” girl. you want me to fuck you? yeah?” your whimpers and nods encouraged him, egged him on, allowed his nice facade to falter. “good, let me breed this fuckin’ pussy that you flaunt around here. let me help you.”
you cried out in the affirmative when he pulled his hips back to start fucking into you at a ruthless pace. his lips slammed into yours, his tongue forcing its way past your lips, and you allowed him into your mouth, pliant and perfect, reduced to nothing but wet moans and cries of babbling nonsense that made welt feel insane.
he fucked you mercilessly, his heavy balls smacking against your ass as he kissed you harshly. your ears twitched against the bed, your tail flicking wildly against the sheets. your legs shook on his shoulders, and he felt as though he was the one on aphrodisiacs, not you.
you felt like you were floating, your body melting into the bed as you felt your high start to approach again. you babbled at him, but his tongue was in the way, but that didn’t stop you from trying. you felt pure euphoria under him. welt, the man who knew exactly how to work your body and make you feel so much better.
your high came crashing over you, washing over your body like a tidal wave as you squirted all over his pelvis, your eyes rolling back into your skull and your jaw dropping open into a silent scream that was preceded by cries of his name.
welt didn’t last much longer when he felt the way your walls were sucking him in, demanding his seed. he would never say no to you, to your body; he came with a low shout, his cock twitching in your gummy walls and filling you up with his cum.
you felt like you had just been dunked in cool water once again, relaxing and rolling your hips to meet welt’s shallow thrusts. you couldn’t catch your breath, your head still pounding with the feeling of adoration and need from him.
welt was a good man. he thought himself to be a good man even as he pulled out and used his fingers to push his spend back into your hole. even as your eyes fluttered and you whimpered as the heat started to crawl back under your skin.
he would always help his pretty bunny. you just needed a little encouragement.