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Everyone loves pup! Dennis, but I'm thinking about it in the hybrid sense…
The whole department is feeling the effects of Robby's mood, so much so that he gets pulled into another mandatory “mental health meeting”.
When he walks in and sees Kiara smile, he immediately knows he's in trouble.
Instead of the usual spiel detailing the hospital policy, required therapy sessions, and the limit on the number of shifts he can take in a week (which have never helped on the numerous occasions he’s been forced to comply), she slides a few pamphlets across the table.
They're all on the subject of hybrids.
One is a compilation of studies on how owning and caring for a hybrid is proven to improve mental health.
Another resource on how to care for the most common types.
The rest are all for specific shelters in Pittsburgh.
“What the hell is this?” He bites, flustered by the countless photos of pretty hybrids with soft ears and fluffy tails or sleek wings.
“It’s either this or 3 months off,” Kiara responded, clearly not in the mood to entertain him.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
She shrugs, eyes twinkling. “I actually don’t think it’s a bad idea.”
Robby blanks, “You don’t?”
She nods, “The research is all there, and I think it would be helpful for you to just focus on helping one thing instead of the entire population of Pittburg.”
Automatically, his gaze drops to the pamphlets lingering on the picturesque photos of sweet-looking hybrids curled up beside their human companions, a small, locked-away part of him yearns for that affection.
“I wouldn’t have time to care for one…”
“Oh, either way, you're being forced to take fewer hours, Dr. Robvinavitch. Don’t think you’re getting off that easy…”
With a sigh, he leafs through one of the shelter pamphlets.
“I’ll check out a shelter this weekend… but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna get one, just wanna see what’s out there…”
Kiara looked triumphant nonetheless.
It stayed on the back of his mind till he got home.
When he did get home, he stated noticing–noticing all the extra space he had, not to mention all the extra funds. With more shifts off, he could really spoil a hybrid.
With a sigh, he pulled out his laptop and started researching.
He had never really known where he stood on hybrids.
There were all sorts of issues and discourse surrounding them, but the idea of giving one comfort and a home was very appealing to him.
So on Saturday, he walks into one of the shelters on the pamphlets with no expectations.
Well, if he does wind up with a hybrid, it would probably be a cat.
He’s getting too old for something active like a dog hybrid, and reptile and bird hybrids have such specific upkeep and care, he’s worried he’d fuck it up.
He goes to all 4 of the shelters Kiara had suggested. When he walks into the 4th, he’s convinced it’s a lost cause.
He hasn’t been able to bond with any of the hybrids he’d met so far.
They were all so young, 18-23, the oldest he’d found was 24, and it felt wrong bringing home one of the affectionate, well-groomed mewling cats.
As the employee led him past the stall with eager hybrids, he’d resigned himself to taking those 3 months off.
Maybe he could go on a sabbatical or something.
As the employee talked his ear off about their policies and pets, introducing each one as Robby feigns interest, Robby notices that he practically skips over a stall in the corner.
“What about in there?” He asks without thinking, stopping the man in his tracks.
“Oh, uh, that one’s Dennis.” The employee seems uninterested, almost annoyed, which makes Robby even more curious.
Stepping up to the stall, which is almost entirely out of the light of the shelter floor, he finds a dog hybrid, Dennis.
He’s unlike any hybrid Robby had seen that day in many good and many bad ways.
Unlike the plump soft hybrids he’d been shown, this one is very thin and sinewy, his waist is narrow, his legs are lightly muscled, and his cheekbones are sharp.
His tail, a beautiful sandy brown, looks so soft and lies limp beside him; his ears are the same, fuzzy and floppy against his head, lying atop an endearing mop of curls.
Noticing Robby's interest, the hybrid backed himself into the corner, looking nervous, bearing his small point canines.
“Dennis.” The employee said in a warning tone that made the poor thing flinch.
“See, he’s very jumpy, all the way from a farm in Nebraska, he was the runt of his litter. If you go this way, I can show you…”
Robby let the employee's annoying voice fade into the background. Instead, he kneeled (with a groan) and gently stuck his hand through the opening in the plexiglass stall door, and just waited.
At first, Dennis seemed weary, but after realizing Robby wasn’t moving, he crawled closer, sniffing Robby’s hand.
Now that he’s in the light and shyly looking toward him, Robby gets a better look at his pretty face, long lashes, and a sweet button nose.
And his eyes…
They’re big, round, sad, and a beautiful muted stormy blue. He looks so nervous and confused and so very tired.
Very tentatively, he placed his cheek in Robby's hand and nuzzled softly till he was rubbing his whole head into Robby's palm.
Every part of the pup feels like silk.
Robby wanted to just wrap him in his arms and never let go.
So he takes him home.
Both Dennis and the employee share similar looks of surprise when he declares his decision.
The employee almost tries to protest, but Robby shuts it down with a sharp glare.
On his papers, it says he's 27, but he doesn't look a day over 23.
Probably due to him being the runt and the years of malnutrition.
The info Robby receives is sparse and tragic.
The few vet records he had before arriving at the shelter are all for broken bones, none of the required vaccines or yearly check-ups.
Robby fills out the paperwork and pays the shelter fee without a second glance.
Dennis stays close to Robby the whole time, kneeling beside him with a generic shelter provided collar around his throat, heavy black leather, and bulky pokey hardware weighing down his neck.
When ready, all they send the pup away with is a small, scrappy blanket.
Robby leads him to the car. At first, the poor thing tries to crawl on the concrete.
“You can walk, Dennis.” He says, wincing at the sight of that soft, pale skin pressing into the rough, dirty sidewalk.
Dennis looks up with wide guarded eyes…
Robby gives him a gentle nod.
He stands on shaky legs.
“There we go… good boy.” He tacks on remembering what he'd read about dog hybrids.
Clearly, it was the right thing to say as Dennis mewls in delight, eyes sparkling, his tail even wags a little.
Robby would tell him just about anything to hear that again.
As if on instinct, Dennis stands by the trunk of his car, back straight, like he was ready to be guided in.
“Up here, Dennis…”
Once in the passenger seat, he curls into a ball with the scrappy blanket.
At Robby's house, he gets a bath.
When he makes his intentions known, Dennis whimpers, looking terrified, but he doesn't put up a fight.
His ribs poke against his skin, which is milky and smooth, only blemished by the occasional scar.
Even though he's clearly cautious, he's still so obedient, letting Robby help him into the bath.
Once in the tub, which had been filled with warm bubble water, he seemed much less antsy. Shyly, he lets himself be washed with gentle soap.
The pup arches into his touch, looking up at him with huge, guileless eyes, letting out adorable soft gasps and sighs as Robby removes built-up grime.
Part of Robby wants to do this forever; he spends an egregious amount of time washing and detangling Dennis’s hair.
Alas, Robbys cleaned him up completely, and the water is starting to run cold. So he carefully helps Dennis out of the tub, wrapping him in a soft, fluffy towel. He shakes his head and tail, flicking water everywhere.
He realized his error and flinched, blushing; he clutched the towel close, not daring to look up.
“I’m so sorry, Mr. Robby…”
The way he seems to brace for impact makes Robby's heart lurch, anger flaring deep in his chest, anger at anyone who would hurt or yell at such a sweet, gentle pup.
At his sweet, gentle pup.
Robby dresses Dennis in old drawstring shorts that haven’t fit him since college and one of his hoodies. He realizes his error when he sees Dennis's tail squishing out of the waistband and promptly cuts a hole in the back, allowing Dennis’s tail to pop through.
It wags a little bit, taking in its newfound freedom, and Robby's heart just about melts.
He makes Dennis a dinner of steak, steamed broccoli, and blueberries.
The confused expression he gives when his plate is set on the table is endearing, but not as endearing as when he starts eating with his hands, shoving bite after bite into his mouth, licking his fingers and plate clean.
That night, when he enters his bedroom a few minutes after telling Dennis to rest, he finds him curled up on the floor by the foot of his bed, already half asleep with that same scrappy blanket in his hands.
Without a second thought or regard for his back, the next day, he bends over, scoops him up, and deposits Dennis into his bed.
He holds him close all night.
Robby hates to admit it, but Kiara was right.
He finds out quite quickly that he doesn’t mind his limited shifts at all; in fact, he often doesn’t want to go in.
Who would when they have the prettiest loyalist pup all to themselves?
At first, Dennis had had trouble understanding what he was and wasn't allowed to do, still so thin and scared.
Robbu takes him out collar shopping that first week at one of those luxury hybrid boutiques, where he could tell Dennis felt self-conscious surrounded by all the soft, spoiled hybrids who had lived in luxury their entire lives.
Even if none of them held a candle to his Dennis.
It takes a little encouragement, but Dennis picks out a classic leather silhouette, the color a stormy dull blue that matched his eyes with gold hardware and silk lining.
Robby still sees him admiring it in his reflection to this day, absent-mindedly flicking the golden coin-shaped dog tag that reads “Dennis” on the front and “Property of Michael Robinavitch” on the back.
But as days turned to weeks, he found his place, which was right by Robby’s side (or in his lap).
Robby learned the hybrid was actually extremely intelligent and kind once he got him talking. He rambled a lot, and when Robby first got him to yip? He was riding that high for the next two days. He even got pulled aside at work because people were raising concerns over how happy he was.
And when he did have a bad day or shift, Dennis was always there waiting by the door. He would curl up in his lap, lick at his cheek, and whimper about how he hopes Robby feels better while pawing at his sore muscles. Once Dennis was in his arms and his hand was in Dennis’s hair, he always relaxed.
Dennis never grew spoiled, per se. He never demanded treats or toys (Probably because Robby already gave him too many), he was always eager for affection, any praise, touch, or god forbid, Robby says good boy, and he’s bouncing off the walls practically humping Robby's leg with excitement…
Those weeks inevitably turned into months, and their bond progressed far past the bounds of hybrid and owner.
It had been a particularly bad shift today, a ten-car pile-up with a semi will do that. He hadn’t been home in over 17 hours he hoped Dennis had gone to bed.
But of course he hadn’t. He's greeted with the sigh of his boy sprawled across the couch, reading a book in nothing but one of Robby’s zip-up hoodies.
“Hey, pup,” Robby said, voice crumpled with exhaustion.
“Robby! You’re back!” He yipped, dropped his book, and padded across the floor to greet him.
Dennis took his bag and jacket off.“Yeah, I am.”
“I’m so glad!” He tugged on Robby’s hand and started to lead him back to their room. “Long shift?”
“Very,” he responds, letting Dennis push him down on the edge of the bed.
“I’m sorry.” He said it so genuinely that it made Robby want to cry.
Robby sighed. The sight of his pup fussing over him was already doing wonders for his current mental state. “Don’t apologize, pup. I’m already feeling better…”
Dennis eyes him suspiciously before kneeling down on the floor in front of him, resting his chin between Robby’s thick thighs.
“I could make you feel even better if you wanted…?” He asked so innocently as he looked up through his thick brown lashes.
Robby felt his blood rush low at the sight. “No, you don’t have to…”
“You don’t want me to?” He asked, scrunching his nose in that way that drove Robby mad, all while he suspiciously examined the growing bulge in Robby’s scrubs.
“It’s not that it’s just it's late, you should get some rest.” He argued weakly, knowing he’s already lost.
“I know how hard it is for you to sleep after long shifts, Robby. I’m not going to bed till you are.” His pup stood firm, pushing his head further down his lap.
Robby sighed and tried to suppress a full-body shiver as he watched Dennis untie the drawstring of his pants; he’d created a monster. “You’re a stubborn little thing, aren’t you?”
Dennis giggled, pulling them down along with his boxers, revealing Robby already throbbing and hard. “Maybe…”
“Fine, get on with it-” Before he can finish, his entire length is in Dennis’s mouth, his tip now leaking against his throat.
Robby gasped, grabbing at the sheets and his stupidly soft hair. “Shit pup-”
“Wha’ you ‘old me ‘ta ge’ on with i’?” Dennis spoke around him, drool dripping down his chin, his eyes wide and somehow shy.
Only Dennis could be shy in a situation like this.
Slowly, he started working his way up and down Robby, teasing his tongue from his tip all the way to the base in long, languid, warm wet strokes.
When Robby looked down, Dennis was scrunching his nose again, his attention devoted entirely to making Robby feel good. Feel better.
“Mhm… fuck puppy!” He groaned as Dennis took all of him back into his mouth, picking up his pace.
He’s so wet, warm, and eager, and he could tell Dennis was enjoying this just as much as he was, gently rutting himself against the floor, even against Robby’s shin. Though that sensation is the least of Robby's concerns.
He’s more focused on the ever-building and burning desire in his gut.
Hot, restless, and demanding.
Maybe it’s him who’s grown spoiled.
Dennis is so eager to obey and learn that when Robby’s grip on his hair tightened, his head was suddenly limp, letting Robby thrust into his mouth as he whimpers around him. Drool and tears ran down his face, pooling between Robby’s thighs.
“Good boy, fuck you’re such a good boy.” Robby babbled pace, growing increasingly irregular and needy.
The heat that had pooled so deeply in his belly reached its peak, and suddenly he was spilling down Dennis’s throat, who eagerly sucked it down like he wanted every last drop. He even pulled off a bit so he could taste it on his tongue instead of just feeling it in the back of his throat.
“Pup god fuck Dennis I-” As Robby came down from his climax, Dennis cleaned off his tip, making sure to savour and swallow every last drop of his release.
He panted and rested his head on Robby's thigh once he was done. Robby’s hand released its grip, but didn’t move away; instead, it gently rubbed where he grabbed and combed through his hair, scritching behind his ears.
“Better?” Dennis asked; voice hoarse with sex.
“Yeah, yeah, I am… come up here.” He gently helped Dennis crawl into his lap, pulling him onto his chest. Robby paused when he felt something warm and sticky against his legs and soaking through his shirt.
Without much thought, he swabbed some of it up with his finger and tasted it, unable to contain his smirk.
“Here I was thinking I’d need to help you finish.”
Of course, Dennis blushed a deep tomato red like he hadn't just been lapping at Robby's cock for the past ten minutes. “No, sir…”
After a few more minutes, Robby tried to push Dennis off, to sit up. Dennis pouted, shaking his head, keeping Robby pinned down.
“I gotta clean us up, puppy-” Robby explained, hoping that would allow him to sit up, but Dennis just grumbled and hugged him tighter.
“Later….?”
Those puppy dog eyes were dangerous.
“....Alright.” Robby conceded, pulling Dennis closer, relishing in his soft, filled-out skin and the soft noise of his breathing as it evened out.
He reveled in the feeling that he’d never have to come home to silence again.
Dennis nuzzled into his neck, humming softly, his voice so tired and rough.
Robby’s really glad he didn’t choose the sabbatical.
This turned out way longer than I expected but I hope you guys enjoyed it! If anyone has any Pup!Dennis scenarios with hucklerobby or hucklerabbot please send them my way!!!
