MalePuppyHybrid!Reader x PuppyHybrid: Ep 1
Thank you to everyone who gave feedback on the preview! I made him less of an asshole and more of a whiny prince :3 I hope you like it!
CWs: Male reader, puppy hybrid reader, vers reader, age gap, boys in panties, size diff, premature ejaculation, slight small dick humiliation, cum as lube, slight aftercare.
Hybrid Masterlist
You had a pretty nice life for a puppy hybrid.
You had an owner who loved you, a nice house, plenty of food and toys. Things were undeniably perfect; and they had been perfect for a pretty long time, too.
Then he showed up.
“I’ve got a surprise for you!” Your owner had said when he came home from work.
You sat in the doorway, your mind abuzz with what it could be. Maybe a new toy? A treat? A pizza? You sincerely hoped it was a pizza.
He walked away, and came back with…another puppy hybrid.
No. No no no no. Anything but that.
The puppy was smaller than you, and incredibly skittish looking. He wore a little backpack, a collared shirt, and corduroy shorts, the collar around his neck dull against the light; a telltale sign of good quality leather.
He must’ve gotten him from a breeder with an outfit like that.
He sat on the floor with his legs held close to his chest, anxiously looking around, incoherently whimpering as his tail laid on the ground.
“Come on, say hi!” Said your owner, gesturing towards you. “This is Apollo.”
You slowly approached, sniffing Apollo, his scent a weak combination of roses and cedar wood. You looked back at him, his lip quivering.
“…you okay?”
Apollo sniffled, clearly trying not to cry behind circle-rimmed glasses, his ears and tail drooping. “Y-Yeah…hi…” Tears began to fall, and your owner quickly took action.
“Oh, poor guy,” he cooed, picking Apollo up, as if he were his new bride.
When was the last time YOU were picked up?
Your new ‘friend’ had only been here a few minutes, and you were already over him. Your owner continued to dote on Apollo. “Let’s get you something to eat, hmm? Maybe a bath?”
The little puppy nodded. “I am a little hungry…thank you, mister.”
“Aww, you’re so sweet,” your owner cooed, holding him closer as he began to walk away.
The puppy held his arms around your owner’s neck. He then turned to face you, stuck his tongue out, and grinned.
You bastard.
You followed him, and as soon as Apollo’s eyes met your owner’s, the act was back up in full-force. This wasn’t just another puppy; this was a master of deception.
You watched as your master set Apollo down, opening the refrigerator door as he sat beside him. Sitting in a plastic container was the last piece of pizza: your pizza. The pizza your owner had bought just for you, covered in all your favorite toppings.
“You can have whatever you want, little guy,” your owner said, patting Apollo on the head.
“Um…” the puppy looked back at you with wide, faux-innocent eyes. Apollo looked back at the fridge, then pointed at the plastic box. “Can I have that? Pizza’s my favorite.”
“Oh, sure!” Your owner looked back at you. “You don’t mind, right? We can always get another one.”
You very much did mind, but were too stunned to say anything.
During the weekend, Apollo encroached on everything you held dear. The living room that had once been your domain had another dog in it. Your owner, who you loved to nap with, had another dog in his bed. Bath-time was a nightmare.
Yet throughout it all, Apollo kept up the clueless act. He’d whine and cry anytime things didn’t go his way, the noise hypnotizing your owner every time.
Monday morning arrived, and you were awake before Apollo. After all, you knew your owner’s work schedule. When he’d wake up, when he’d shower, when he’d feed you and then himself, and ultimately, when he’d leave.
You cuddled next to him on the couch as he drank his morning coffee. He set the mug down, and gave you a kiss on the forehead, warm hands holding both sides of your face. “Puppy? Can I ask you a favor?”
You nodded obediently. Despite the tumultuous weekend, he was still your owner; you loved him more than anything.
“This will be Apollo’s first day with me being away.”
You struggled not to groan.
“And he’s, you know. He’s a little younger than you. He’s scared, he’s never had an owner before. So just…try to play with him, make sure he feels comfortable. Okay?”
You said nothing, nodding your head. You didn’t have enough evidence; if you said something now, there was no chance your owner would believe you. After all, you and Apollo had barely interacted outside of his smug glances.
“Good boy,” he gave you another kiss. “Be good, and just be gentle with him. Don’t play too rough, okay?”
You nodded once more, keeping up the facade until he left. You walked up to Apollo, watching him as he slept. He was curled up in the bed, holding onto an old rabbit plushie; despite his regal attire, the toy was worn, clearly well-loved throughout the years.
As much as you hated to admit it, he was cute. He looked so soft, his shirt riding up to reveal his stomach. He wore a set of satin pajamas, his bulge straining against the shiny fabric.
As much as you despised him, you could see why your owner picked him.
His eyes slowly fluttered open. “Oh…hi,” he smiled, a devious smirk on his face. “Are you here to play with me?”
“No,” you huffed, crossing your arms. “Look, I’m not stupid, I know what you’ve been doing.”
“What?” He rubbed his eyes as he sat up. “What are you talking about?”
“Come on, don’t give me that. All you’ve done since you got here is take my stuff!”
The puppy shrugged. “I didn’t ‘take’ anything. It was offered to me.”
“Yeah, but…but…you knew what you were doing. Every time he asks you about food, or a toy, you look at me, then just ask for whatever I’m looking at! You’re doing it to piss me off!”
“No…” He trailed off, still committed to the act. “I just picked what seemed like the best choice. Maybe we just have similar tastes. That’s why your owner picked me, you know. He thought we’d get along,” he smiled. “You like me, right?”
“No!” It was impossible to hide your frustration. “Did you not hear anything I just said?!”
“I heard you, just…” he let out a yawn as he stretched. “I don’t really care. Now, if you excuse me, I’m going to go back to sleep-”
Before he laid back down, you grabbed the rabbit plush from his bed, snatching it out of his grasp.
“Hey! Give that back!” He yelled, reaching to grab the toy, yet you kept it out of reach.
“See? It sucks, having your stuff taken from you,” your lips remained pursed. Maybe he’d finally learned his lesson.
His eyes brimmed with tears before he stood up. You matched his movements, holding the plush over your head. He jumped and stretched, but just couldn’t grab it.
Tears ran down his face, and he eventually stomped his feet and curled back up in bed. His cries grew louder, holding his knees to his chest. “I wanna go home…I wanna go home…”
Only now did it dawn on you as you watched him sob and whimper. You might’ve gone too far.
Maybe I’m an asshole. Maybe it was all in my head, after all.
You kneeled down next to his bed, still not quite ready to relinquish the plush. “I…I’m sorry, I just-”
Before you could continue he lunged at you, biting down on your arm as he scrambled for the plush.
You let out a yelp, yet still managed to keep your guard up. He continued to bite you, enough to cause pain but not enough to pierce the skin; a calculated choice.
You started to worry about the noise as he barked and snarled, still desperately reaching for the plush; he might’ve been small, but by God could he yell.
He pushed and pushed against your arms, both of you eventually toppling to the floor. He straddled you, sitting on your lap as he continued to reach for the plush. With every movement, his ass grinded against your cock; your body realized how much you enjoyed the scuffle far before your mind did. From the look of the tent in his shorts, it appeared he felt the same.
Every time you swapped hands or directions, he’d lunge, his movements growing faster and faster, both of your breaths getting heavier, the warmth of his breath hot against your face.
Eventually, he paused, pulling away and looking utterly humiliated, his face bright red.
“What? Don’t want it anymore?” You teased, still holding it above your head. Your eyes moved to his groin, and there, right where his bulge was, was a growing wet stain on his shorts.
Your eyes widened. “Did…did you just cum in your pants?”
He covered his face with his hands. “Shut up…” he mumbled. “Just, shut up…shut up!”
You weren’t sure what was worse; the fact he came from wrestling with you, or that you were still rock hard underneath him.
“Do you, uh…” you held the plushie back to him. “Here you go.”
He grabbed the plush, holding it close to his chest. “Sticky…” he mumbled under his breath as he awkwardly stood up. “You’re MEAN,” he spat. “I’m gonna tell our OWNER that you were MEAN! I HATE YOU!”
Shit.
He had explicitly told you not to play rough, and this…well, you assumed Apollo wouldn’t make you look too great in his description of events.
You watched as he slipped off his shorts, cum leaking from pale blue panties. He peeled away the fabric, and there was his soft cock, just as cute as the rest of him and covered in cum.
“Has he fucked you yet?” The idea blurted out before you could give it a second thought.
“Huh…? I…” Apollo held his face in his hands, the plush falling to the floor. “No…not yet, but-but he will.” The thought was enough to make his little dick twitch. You couldn’t blame him, your owner was an attractive guy. There was a reason you were so pissed the puppy prevented your usual alone time with him.
“Have you seen him? Naked, I mean,” you smiled, leaning back and enjoying the view as cum leaked down the puppy’s balls.
“I…I have. He changed in front of me, and…” he held his hands over his cock, as if to keep you from seeing him get hard again. “He’s…uh…”
“He’s pretty big, right?”
Apollo nodded, looking almost afraid at the thought. “Yeah…”
“Have you even taken one that big?”
He looked away, sheepishly nodding his head. “No…I…my breeder only let us use toys, so…I’m a little nervous about that,” he mumbled.
A light-bulb went off in your head.
“You know,” you pulled down your pants and underwear, revealing your own hard cock. “I could help you, if you want. I’m not as big as he is, but…” you shrugged. “Maybe it’d make you less nervous.”
He stared down at you, clearly mesmerized by the precum leaking from your tip. “Y-You’d do that?”
“If you promise to stop taking my stuff without asking.”
He thought your proposition over carefully. “…but I like your stuff.”
“You would just have to ask. Or, you know, ask our owner to buy you your own. It’s not hard.”
“Hmm…” he kneeled back down, arms folded in a pout. “Okay. But if you’re mean to me, I’ll bite,” he moved to lay on his back, spreading his legs. “Or if it hurts, I’ll bite you.”
“You sure do like biting, don’t you,” you teased, watching cum drip from his limp cock down to his asshole. You followed the trail with your finger, smearing his own cum across his asshole.
At the sensation, he shivered, struggling to keep his body still. “Breathe, relax,” you said softly, continuing to rub the outside, moving more and more of his own cum towards his hole, slowly pushing it inside with the tip of your finger.
He bit his lip, stifling a whimper. You grabbed one of his hands, guiding it to where your finger had been. “Just keep doing what I was doing, I’ll be right back,” you said, kissing the tip of his cock and sending another chill down his spine. You watched as he began to rub the outside of his hole, slowly pushing the tip of his finger inside. You could’ve watched him like that for hours, but you knew you needed to find lube.
You knew where your master kept everything, finding the bottle with ease. Yet when you returned, Apollo’s face was bright red, tongue sticking out his mouth as he continued to fuck himself; he had gotten his whole finger inside.
“I can take more…I can…” he mumbled between moans, clearly enjoying himself.
“You’re a natural,” you teased.
“Of…of course I am,” he grinned. “I’m a good boy.”
You began to rub lube onto your cock. “Is that so?”
“Mmhmm…” he mumbled as he pulled his hands away, eyes wide and mouth watering at the sight of your cock. “I’m…I’m good at everything so…I can take it. I-I had toys that were almost as big…” he mumbled.
“You know,” you pressed the tip of your cock against his hole, now relaxed. “I wouldn’t recommend goading me.”
“But…” you watched as Apollo moved to touch himself. “This is…is just practice…for my owner…”
You pushed an inch inside, “your owner?”
He let out a moan, but nodded his head. “Mmhmm. My…my owner…this is…just practice-”
You pushed even further inside. He wasn’t at all subtle, you knew what he was doing. Maybe this was another one of his tricks; goad you into treating him roughly so he could cry about it to your owner. Or, maybe he was just a slut. If he had been trained as well as he implied, then the latter option had to be true.
You pushed his legs further back, then began to thrust. You weren’t so cruel you’d slam it all into him with no warning, but the thought certainly crossed your mind. His warm hole hugged your cock tightly, and you struggled to resist going even harder.
“Ah!” He moaned, holding his legs apart. “It…” he bit his lip, stifling a whimper. “It’s not that big…” he mumbled.
“Oh really?” Now he’d done it. You pressed his legs even further back, slamming your cock into him. He gripped you tighter, whimpering and moaning as you allowed yourself to get lost in his tight hole.
“Fuck!” Apollo moaned, losing his composure as he wrapped his arms around your neck.
“Still think it’s not that big?” You teased, looking down to see his tiny cock shaking back and forth.
“I…hh…” he mumbled, his eyes staring up; you could feel yourself hitting his prostate, his hole getting even tighter.
You couldn’t help yourself. You leaned down and kissed him. Sure, he was annoying, but he was too cute to resist. With your tongue in his mouth, it was impossible for him to sass you.
“If you can’t handle me…you’ll never handle my owner,” you teased after pulling away. “You’ll have to settle for being my bitch instead of his.”
“I can do it, I…I can…” he mumbled, tears forming in his eyes. “I’m…”
He came all over his own chest, the sight bringing you to climax. You pulled out of him, jerking yourself off before adding your own load to his stomach. The puppy that had been so finely put together yesterday was now a cum-covered mess; all for you.
You caught your breath, watching as the puppy did the same. “So…” you mumbled between breaths. “No more taking my stuff.”
“Okay…” the puppy mumbled, his legs going limp. “I’ll be…I’ll be nice. I promise. But…” he looked back up at you with needy eyes. “I feel gross.”
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You both looked over the bathtub. It had only just dawned on you that you had never turned it on yourself, always your owner; and he was still at work for quite some time.
You looked back at Apollo. He came from some fancy breeder. He was smart. Surely, he knew how to turn it on. You looked down at him. “Can you uh…can you turn it on?”
“Uh…” he trailed off, thinking. “Maybe this thing?” He turned a knob, and nothing happened.
“Maybe try the other way?”
“Uh-uh…but…” this time, he pushed in, and the water began to flow. “Oh!” He looked at you happily, his expression quickly turning smug as the tub began to fill. “It wasn’t that hard to figure out, really.”
“Really?” You grinned.
He started to climb in the tub, “yeah, it wasn’t-AH!” He jumped out into your arms, shaking. “Too…too hot…”
Clearly, this would take a bit more skill. Eventually, the two of you figured it out, the tub filling with warm (but not too hot) water.
You both cleaned the other up, the puppy eventually laying on your chest as you played with his hair, every touch from either of you gentle.
Maybe this won’t be too bad.
Part 2
I will continue this eventually and when I do. Reader will be part of a fuck train with Apollo and their owner yaaaaaaaaay.
But yeah. They have one brain cell between the two of them. This will very much be a hybrid daycare type format where there won’t be a clear end or plot, just little slice of life style ‘episodes’ yk? I am open to requests for this lil guy tho.
Thanks for reading!
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