also crucially shane is not a traditional catboy because he's not some fucking housecat hybrid. big cats aren't fucking weak and submissive okay he is a predator and he deserves at the very least the respect that's afforded to dangerous animals. and yet he's continuously referred to as just a cat and he hates hates hates it; it makes him resent being a hybrid even more. of course all of this only makes the idea of putting him in a collar and keeping him in his house hotter to ilya, especially once shane opens up to him about how much it upsets him
wrote a scene for @shanepervert set in his insane wonderful evil pervert ilya/big cat hybrid shane au! ty for giving me the Okay to post this auggie, as well as @creamsiclemelt whose excellent reply ideas i also incorporated. i just got very inspired and wanted to show my love of this concept with a little ficlet gift 😊
as per the original post, the dove is extremely dead btw!
Ilya's sexual appetite is insatiable. Shane's hole is a pulsing core of hurt. The only benefit to Ilya fucking his ass is that it gives him a break from his plug.
The plug, modeled after a catlike barbed penis, stays locked in his hole when not otherwise in use. The backward-facing hard silicone spines rub his walls raw with every minute shift, meant to trigger a constant instinctual feline submission response in his nervous system.
It pulls and scrapes agonizingly every time Ilya removes it, causing Shane's panic to flare. Ilya is always quick to replace it with his rigid cock, the massive but smooth intrusion only marginally more bearable. He fucks him hard and fast, punching past his inflamed rim to brutalize his insides in long, snapping thrusts. He comes buried deep in Shane's ass every time, then sticks a few fingers in to collect some of the come and use it to re-lubricate the barbed plug before haphazardly shoving it back into its home.
His stamina and recovery time is befitting of a professional athlete, so this process repeats several times throughout the day.
Ilya has so "graciously" extended the offer to do away with the pesky, dagger-like fangs protruding from Shane's gums. Perhaps if Ilya could safely fuck Shane's mouth, Ilya teases, his little kitty hole would get a break. Shane highly doubts that, but the risk of permanent pain—of permanent damage to his asshole has been making Shane consider it anyways.
The defanging procedure would remove the two teeth entirely, a back alley sort of dental surgery that would leave gaps where his canines once were. Somehow, it's not even what he's most scared of right now. Ilya has given him plenty to fear, but little feels as inhumane as the looming threat of being declawed.
He can't bear to even think about it for too long. Ilya has made him watch the example videos, of course. The films he's sponsored. He's filled Shane's head with the realities of a modification that extreme: a lifetime with the loss of fine motor function in his fingers and an inability to put pressure on his toes necessary to walk normally. A dangerous procedure that never fully heals, rendering his hands and feet into useless paws due to the chronic pain and swelling.
The thought keeps Shane awake at night, until the exhaustion finally catches up to his trauma wracked body and he manages to fall asleep on the cold floor of his unpadded cage.
Today, Ilya wants to focus on obedience.
Shane hasn't been fully broken in yet. "At least not completely," Ilya often mocks. Shane is pretty sure that Ilya secretly enjoys the fact that he's still yet to give up and roll over, if only because Ilya loves to punish him. He savors the breaking.
So, today is a challenge for Shane. Ilya has forgone his usual training tool; opting not to press the rag soaked in synthetic hybrid pheromones to Shane's nose that leaves him no choice but to huff the concentrated scent. A strain that sends his hindbrain into a horny tailspin and drugs him into a docile, near catatonic state.
Shane now has to force himself to obey without any chemical influence, driven only by the knowledge that defiance will have severe consequences.
He bites his cheeks with his blunt back teeth hard, reluctantly allowing Ilya to zip him into the black neoprene bitch suit. It covers him all the way up to the neck, concealing the majority of his undeniably human skin and exposing only Ilya's favorite toys: cock, balls, hole and tail. The gloves of the suit compress his hands into balled up fists, and the straps on the legs of the suit attach his calves to his thighs so he can't stand straight. He uses his litter box when Ilya drags him to it, face burning as he pisses on all fours into the scent neutralizing pellets. Holding his bladder to avoid this humiliation is a fruitless endeavor that has only ever ended in him soaking himself, later being hosed down with freezing cold water to get cleaned. These elements of his daily routine aren't the real obedience test, though.
They've only just begun, and already Shane's will to play nice is slipping. He's positioned kneeling with his legs spread wide, Ilya prowling around him in predatory circles and alternating stepping on his purpling cock and his twitching tail. Just barely careful enough to avoid breaking anything.
It's a non-speaking day. Ilya has been enforcing those more often these past few weeks, emphasizing that Shane isn't allowed to produce any vocalizations unbefitting of a cat. No talking, yelling, mumbling or groaning. Only meowing, screeching, whining and purring. Growling is a gray area—feline, but a little too aggressive for Ilya's taste.
It's incredibly difficult to keep himself in check and not shout or beg for mercy, especially when Ilya grinds the heel of his boot on the tip of Shane's tail. An appendage that, prior to Ilya, he had never allowed another person to touch.
Shane breaks position, scrambling for reprieve when the boot moves to the curve connecting the bottom of his tailbone and the base of his tail. The pressure there is so intense that it makes Shane feel like his tail could be fucking severed.
Ilya doesn't let him get far. He's yanked back by his thick metal collar, effectively choking him and halting his escape. He pants and trembles as Ilya scruffs him at the neck of the bitch suit and shoves his face into the kitchen tile.
"That is not good behavior, котёнок," Ilya drawls scornfully, squatting to his level. Shane grimaces at the familiar pet name. "I can't have you acting so poorly, especially when we start filming your videos soon."
"What?" Shane croaks. All training is expelled from his mind as he reels from the physical aches and the disorienting bombshell dropped on his head.
"You heard me, silly cat. You will be a pretty little movie star in no time."
"Y-you can't!"
Ilya grinds his cheek harder into the floor with a hand in his hair.
"Yes, I can't in the way I have shown you. Too many people will recognize Shane Hollander," Ilya explains, slow and cooing like he's talking to a particularly stupid animal, "The rising legend who retired early, because hybrids aren't made for professional hockey."
Tears burn in Shane's eyes, but he knows better than to talk back now. His lip quivers at the indignity.
"No, Shane Hollander cannot be seen on illegal hybrid snuff sites. Would raise too many questions. Instead, Shane Hollander has chosen a new career starring in ethical hybrid porn."
All the blood in Shane's body runs cold. He goes rigid. Ilya pinches one of his silky black ears, yanking hard to force Shane's head closer. His next words are a whisper.
"All of it is above board. Kink videos with 'consenting' hybrids, the kinds that appeal to the masses. They will love it. You will meow and purr and beg for the camera like a sweet little kitty eager to get his hole destroyed. I shouldn't have to tell you what will happen if you don't play along."
In the months since his domestication began, Shane still has yet to adjust to the utter terror Ilya is capable of invoking in him. The walls-closing-in levels of dread. This gut punch feels particularly devastating, though.
He needs to fight. Shane needs to rebel, try to stand, use the muscles he still has and shove Ilya away with his restrained paws. Scream and cuss him out. Anything.
Instead he shakes, fur bristled, mewing sadly and cowering from his owner as much as he can with his ear still held tight.
ilya treating his kittyshane so soft for once and kissing him so gentle like he used to and playing with his nipples and letting shane take his time sinking down into his lap to ride him and telling him what a good pet he is and that his hole is so tight and perfect until shane can't help but start slipping into subspace. and then ilya turns on the tv and turns shane around in his lap to watch and it's one of shane's games from before ilya made him retire :) and he makes shane fuck himself nice and slow on his cock while he watches his old self do the one thing he truly loved :) and murmurs softly in his ear the whole time as shane shakes and cries silently and grinds himself onto his cock about how he'll never step foot on the ice again because hockey is for real people and shane will never be anything but a fleshlight for ilya to use however he wants and how fucking good it feels to own him
"#this is how my evil ilya is treating kittyshane before their first time. smiles" does this mean shane doesn't know everything by their first time 👀
yeah in my mind ilya is really well behaved and niceys with shane up until he's actually inside him for the first time. like he's definitely playing mind games and manipulating shane before that (as per previous asks) but it's a boiling a frog situation so shane really doesn't realize how much ilya has escalated. because part of the thrill is seeing how much he can make shane trust and love him and feel safe with him before he shatters all of it and gets to see the moment shane realizes that it was all a lie :) and he wants it to happen while he's taking his virginity. because otherwise what's the point
thinking about using hybrid Shane so often that he’s wiling to beg for his fangs to get filed down so he has another hole to serve real humans like the sexy little fuck kitten he is just for a break in another hole.
omg wait i love that... ilya overusing shane's hole until it hurts every time he fucks him and almost never using shane's mouth bc his dick is too big not to scrape against shane's canines... he makes shane lick and kiss his balls to thank him for domesticating him which always makes shane cry but most of the time he just fucks shanes throat with his fingers while he jerks off and tells him how disappointing it is to have a pet who only has one useful hole and that he should stop crying about his hole hurting and be grateful ilya still wanted him when he could have chosen a real person who could suck his dick properly like he needs. but shane is really strong willed and refuses for so long to let ilya break him in that maybe it takes the threat of ilya's whole fist in his hole before shane finally cracks and begs ilya to fix his teeth and fuck his throat instead
Oh my god evil pervert Ilya and catboy Shane are rotating in my head like a microwave…
imagining once they’re a bit more exclusive Ilya buys Shane a thick chain necklace or something. Shane is like, wtf Ilya this is clearly a collar and Ilya (gaslighter extrodinare) is like, no baby I know how you feel about those sick perverts who collar hybrids… I would never do that to you… it’s just a necklace…
GOD this is exactly my evil ilya ur so right... pushing shanes boundaries more and more and forcing him to convince himself he's being overdramatic and maybe even acting hurt that shane would really think so little of him. ilya's like im sorry baby i didn't even think about it like that i understand... i'll find you a better gift... i feel so bad that you would even have to think of that. and shane feels so guilty for making ilya look so dejected that he forces himself to tamp down the discomfort and promise he really does like it and then wears it the next time they're alone together to surprise ilya :) and ilya kisses him so fucking good when he sees it and tells him how perfect he is and that he knew shane would love it after all :) and shane doesn't really have the presence of mind to think about what he's saying with ilya kissing his neck and petting through his hair
good morning and have we thought about ilya threatening to have kitty shane fixed this morning. it’s not like he needs his balls for anything :) kitty shane has to beg ilya to keep his cock in a cage instead of going for a surgical solution.
maybe as a compromise ilya drugs kitty shane with feminizing hormones so his cock stops getting hard and he goes into heat instead… maybe in this verse having a pseudo heat is especially agonizing for male hybrids because it makes them crave being bred in a pussy they don’t even have so shane ends up crying and yowling to be fucked for days on end without any way to truly scratch the itch. :)
YESSS god exactly. once again one of shane's worst fears (being seen as feminine just for being a cat) cranked up to 100... his poor little caged dick leaking constantly and him being so desperate for relief that he finally begs ilya to fuck him and ilya just treats him like he's being greedy and annoying and making a fucking mess for no reason. maybe as punishment for being so demanding he milks shane's prostate until he's sobbing and shaking and his orgasms are totally dry and painful and then jerks off into his hole since he wanted to be bred so badly :-)
