˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆Pink Milk ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚
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˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ series will contain the following kinks. Objectification. Somnophilia. Pet play (this is a hybrid!au). Dacryphila. Spanking. Orgasm control/denial. Exhibitionism. Mixopilia. ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚
Summary: You absolutely don't want to meet Kyle's friend or his friend's work dog.
"Sweet kitty, you have to put on clothes today." Kyle said as he held up the dainty silk panties along with your robe. "It's one of the house rules."
You sat on your bed, legs crossed, and nose turned up. Ignoring him completely as he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. You didn't want to meet some mutt for a play date. Dogs were gross, dogs were irritating, and too loud and clumsy. Kyle had mentioned that he would be watching the hybrid for the week while his handler was off on a solo trip.
You didn't care.
"Why do I need to wear clothes? He's gonna be here the entire two weeks!" You argue back at him. You didn't see the need.
"Because sweet kitty" He tossed the robe and panties onto the bed, "I don't want any accidents."
Your ears flex down and out to show your irritation. You had just gotten used to the house and the rules and his affection. Any interruption to your delicate routine was going to make you grumpy no matter what. A heavy sigh escapes Kyle and glances at his watch. A smile spreads slowly across his lips. You've come to know what that means, and you pout even more. "No." You say with a huff.
Kyle ignores the no, with a shake of his head. He grabs your ankle and yanks you to the edge of the bed. It's a struggle. You kick and hiss at him, bear your fangs and scratch. The soft silk goes up one leg and then the other, then after your tail is forced through the hole. He pins your body to the bed, and you go limp. The smile on his face is annoying, and you'd rather not look at him.
"My sweet kitty. My good kitty." He kisses the side of your neck, and the kisses begin to trail downwards. His hands grip at your waist, massaging them and sometimes tickling your sides. A gasp leaves your mouth as he dips his tongue into your navel. Brown eyes stare up at you, and they promise to make you cooperative. "Let's turn that frown upside down, yeah?"
"No."
"Is that your favorite word?" He laughs just bit before pressing a kiss to the gusset of the panties you don't want to wear.
"Yes" you hiss at the contact. Hips arch up into his touch. He presses another kiss to where your clit is and you whine. "Kyle, no!"
"No what kitty?" He nips at the crevice of where your thigh and pussy meets. His teasing makes you squirm and mewl. "You fought me on putting these panties on you. This is not for you to enjoy."
The kisses turn into nips and small bites on the thighs. He breathes in deeply and groans at the scent of you. He flattens his tongue against your slit and drags it up, the thin material denying you of the full pleasure.
"I'm sorry." You grip his hair and press his face harder into you, "I'll be good."
He doesn't budge or bend to your whims as always. "No, you won't. You and I know this."
Even though the pleasure is muted, he sucks on your clit through the soft fabric. The sound of the fabric squelched is obscene and embarrassing. He hooks his fingers through the holes and slowly pulls up. Your panties dig into you in such an uncomfortable manner, it stimulates your poor clit and both labia spill out the side. He ignores how you twitch, a smug smile on his face.
"You keep your panties on for this visit. And I'll eat your pussy till you can't even remember how to breathe."
The doorbell rings, and you groan and hiss. You track his movements with a glare as he stands to answer the door. The robe he left, you gets pushed to the side, and you grab a dress from the closet. It's still short, just barely covering your upper thighs.
There's barking coming from the front room area. Great, now the dog is here, and you're now annoyed and horny and you have to be nice. Footsteps that are light and quiet, you creep down the steps to get a good view of Kyle's guest. A large man dressed in black notices you first. He keeps his lower face covered, and in his grip is a black leash. The leash makes you shudder, but it's not attached to anything as he goes to hang it up. There's laughter, and Kyle is being hugged by the mutt in question.
He's big and stocky, and what a silly hair style. You squint at them, a bit jealous that your owner dares to show affection to someone else. You bound down the last few steps and meow loudly. Which was the wrong choice because the dog snaps his head towards you. It's so sudden and quick that your ears pick up the sound of his neck, popping and cracking just a bit.
"Is this her?" The dog is loud and he vibrates from excitement.
"Yes, this my little kitty Poppi." He says your name and you hiss. The name is the one thing you just absolutely draw the line at.
You're not a fucking poppi.
Before you know what's happening, your back is on the ground and the dog is in your face. There's the shout of the command 'Soap heel.' But it's ignored in favor of snuffing and sniffling you.
"I'm Soap!" He hugs you tightly.
"I hate you." You dead pan to him. You look over his shoulder and growl when you see Kyle laughing and telling the big scary man that it was fine. "No! Get this mutt off of me!"
"Be nice, kitty." Is the only thing he said before looking at the man, "See Simon, I told you, they will like each other."
Simon crosses his arms, "She seems upset."
"It's you but in cat form." He jokes. The two of them go into the living room leaving you alone with Soap.
You, of course, don't find this funny. Soap just continues to hug and lick all over your face. He yaps about how much fun the two weeks will be when he stays with you and Kyle. He's too heavy for you to push off so you lay there aggravated as all hell.
"Get off mutt." You grumble.
"You smell nice." Soap's tongue travels up the side of your neck. It's gross and you hiss at him.
"Now I'll smell like dog slobber thanks."
He sits up and leans back on his heels. "That's not a bad thing. Keeps bigger hybrids away from you." Then, as most dogs do, he leans down and shoves his head under your dress. The goal is obvious to scent you further, but his wagging tail stops. He doesn't listen to any of your harsh threats.
"You mutt! Get from under my dress!" You push and shove at him.
"Oh bonnie kitty. Your kitty and panties are soaked! Did I do that?" His voice is muffled and he starts to wiggle in excitement.
"No my owner did! MEOW!" You shout as he press his nose right into you.
"A shame he left ye like this. Lemme help!" And then you feel his teeth dangerously close to where teeth shouldn't be. There's the sound of ripping and tearing. Despite your hatred of clothing, you didn't appreciate waste such as this, oh, and you also didn't appreciate the violation.
You wriggle and curse at him right until the first lick. It's heavy and uncoordinated. It starts at the bottom of your hole and goes up to your clit, dipping into your pussy along the way. It's a jolt of pleasure that you needed earlier from your owner, and your reason decides to fly out the window. Soap lifts your hips up and tilts you further at an angle. Your entire lower half is supported by his grip, legs dangling over his shoulders.
He wraps his lips around your clit and sucks, flicks his tongue across, up and down like he's drinking water. It's fast, no real rhyme or reason to the motions. Your body quakes from the sudden onslaught of pleasure.
Your owner has the habit of being precise and takes his time. Drags you to your orgasms slowly, and often, he denies you when you've been bad. But this? Oh, this reminds you of when you first learned how to pleasure an owner. The feeling is euphoric, quick, and electrifying. It tingles in the best way. His little growls and hums of pleasure vibrate through you.
You squeal when he lets go of your clit with a loud and wet pop. Soap drags his tongue down and shives it as deep as he can into you. Your body stiffens, legs shake and you cry out.
"You dumb mutt, don't tease!" Your eyes are clamped shut, and you pant.
"Sorry," He pulls his face away, and his chin is covered in your arousal, and he licks his lips. He doesn't bother being gentle and pushes two fingers into you. "Ah, wander if your kitty can take mah knot?" He wanders absently. His blue eyes stare at where his fingers disappear repeatedly.
"As if I'd let you mount me!" You huff as your orgasm pulls at the base of your spine.
"Ah think ye would." He leans back in and sucks on your clit again and it makes you scream.
The orgasm he pulls from you is intense. You feel tears escape the corner of your eyes as you twist and turn in his grasp. His fingers don't let up, and the scissor you open. They reach into the depths of you and stroke the softest parts of your insides and, unfortunately, prolong your high.
"I bet ah can make you squirt kitty." He hums. The look in his eyes are predatory, "and to think I couldn't play with you."
You're on the edge of pain and pleasure, and it's too much. Your legs kick out, and you try to breathe through the aftershocks, if only he would give you a moment. "Kyle! Make him stop!" You call for your owner.
There are footsteps and a loud whistle. The mind-numbing pleasure stops abruptly, and you can breathe again. Soap pulls his fingers from you, and you watch with droopy eyes as he sticks them in his mouth. He looks cute this way, brows furrowed in confusion like he didn't almost snatch your soul from your body with only his mouth and fingers.
Simon is giving you both an unimpressed stare and Kyle peeps around him with a sweet grin on his face.
"Put her down Soap. Hands, mouth and dick to yourself, or you get mitts, your muzzle, and the cage." Simon doesn't sound angry just slightly annoyed. He turns to Kyle, and maybe he might be apologetic. "Sorry 'bout that. His rut is coming soon."
Fuck, you hope that his rut doesn't overlap with his two week stay with you and Kyle.
"Don't worry." Kyle says with a polite shrug, "They like each other, and it will be fine."
As soon as the visit is over...you're pissing in his good running shoes.
