kieran

You awake with a groan, startling a little at the weight settling on your chest, but immediately relaxing when it's just Joost. You wrap your arms around him, and he tucks his face into your neck. You can feel his tail thumping against the couch, but it comes to a stop as he dozes off on top of you. You fall back asleep soon as well.

Napping in this house rarely happens alone, one of you always joins the other. Sprawled in bed together, curled up on the couch, it's just more comfortable with the other person there.

You've been living with him for just over a year, long enough that you've warmed up to him. You're not sure he ever thought you would, since he's a dog hybrid and you're cat. But it's just an old myth that your kind don't get along. He's your closest friend, in every sense of the word. He's just a big sweetheart, how couldn't you love him?

You've always been fascinated by doggy hybrids. They're just neat! Maybe you found them hotter than is appropriate, but you never let your desires control you, and keep the interest low key. You only have one knotted toy…And you only used it when you were really desperate! You only get really desperate during heat, and it just fills you up so nice.. You don't even really use it anymore now that you have Joost.

He's so intrigued by you as well. He was worried when you first purred in front of him, your breathing growing raspy all of a sudden. You had to assure him you're fine, more than fine, so relaxed and happy just spending time with him. He's surprised by how touchy and friendly you are, due to the stereotype that cats are standoffish.

But you love to touch him, petting his ears and tail, touching him all over. Your favorite is kneading him, grabbing and squeezing at him, your short nails scratching lightly at his skin. You love how plump and soft he is, perfectly squishy. He basks in the attention you give him, rubbing up against him, going out of your way to touch him even if you're just going past him in the hall. Bumping your forehead against his before getting comfy, snuggled up against him.

Neither of you rush to define the relationship. You're really good friends who are intimate with each other, that's all that matters to you. You help each other out when you need it, he understands well how overwhelming a hybrid's cycle is.

"Mmh, soon right?" He asks, nosing at your neck, sniffing hard, giving little licks to the fading bite marks there.

"I dunno," You mumble, petting his back. "Haven't been tracking it." You admit with a giggle, Joost just pouts.

"I wanna wait until you're in heat.." He whines, fluttering his lashes at you.

"Then you'll have to wait, pup! What, is yours soon?"

He whines again and nods, hiding his face in your neck.

"Silly doggy.." You tease, the tip of your tail twitching in amusement at him.

"You like it," He kisses at your neck, pawing at you a little. "I just want to touch you a little." His hands feel at your shirt, pushing under, petting your belly before moving up, tugging down your bra to palm your chest.

You sigh as he keeps kissing your neck, nipping a little, his other hand on your side. You don't notice when you start to purr, only realizing it when Joost pulls away giggling a bit. "You're so cute." He gives you a dopey grin.

You stand up a little straighter, ears twitching as you realize he really has you crowded against the kitchen counter. "Stop shoving.." You whine dramatically, pushing his hand away, he just grabs your hand instead.

"But I like you," He presses his body against you, tail wagging like crazy. He licks your neck again before biting down, giggling fondly when your purring starts up once more. He swiftly lifts you up and sits you on the counter top. "There. Is that better, poes?"

He nips you again, making you squirm. "So mean to me, puppy.." You bemoan, rolling your head to one side, giving Joost more room to bite and sniff you.

"Just can't help myself.." He giggles a little, his breath hot against your skin. Such a tease, you know he won't go any further than this.

You'd both have to wait.

You wouldn't have to wait long, you feel your cycle approaching before it shows up for good, the slight pinching feeling in your abdomen. You head out to the store to get the supplies you know both you and Joost will need in the coming days, electrolyte drinks, aspirin, snacks. Joost, for once, is in no hurry to follow, you haven't seen him all day, all cooped up in his room.

When you return, little over an hour later, you come home to find him and a friend sprawled out in the living room. They made a nest in front of the sofa, blankets and pillows, and your stuffed animals and bedding too. Joost sits up from where he's snuggled against Parsa, giving you a smile when you walk in.

"Hi, Pussycat, c'mere!" He beckons you over with grabby hands.

"What'd I miss?" You kick off your shoes, setting the bags you carried in next to one end of the couch.

"Not much, I got bored without you, so Parsa came over," Joost says, pulling on your hand a little once you're within reach. "Thought we could all hangout and have fun."

You had met Parsa a couple times before, he's a big shepherd dog, his grin is a little sharper than Joost's, his ears stick straight up. He's nice, if a little intimidating and teasing toward you. You see one of Parsa's eyebrows twitch up when you get close, Joost making room so you can sit between them.

"You wanna play with the big dogs?" Parsa asks, looking you over.

You start to talk, letting out a little "um" which turns to an "ah!" when Parsa's big hand comes down on top of your head. He's gentle, petting your hair, moving his hand to touch your ears, thumbing at the soft fur. Touching you like he's never seen a cat before.

You settle between them, the hand on your head petting you, soothing you. Though you feel your nerves prickle, feel the heat creep in on you as you chat with the boys. The sensitivity on your skin when Joost's arm pushes against yours, the funny feeling in your belly stirring the longer you sit there. You're so surrounded by them and their pheromones, it's no surprise you're reacting this way. It's embarrassing though you're sure that's why they're doing this, why Parsa came over in the first place. So they could play with you.

You stifle a noise when Joost pulls you close, hand tilting your head so he can snuffle at you, sniffing your neck, nosing at your hair. "You smell good, kat." He coos into your ear, making you shiver when he rubs your shoulder.

"Yeah?" You can't keep the trill out of your voice.

"Smell like you're in heat." Parsa says with a laugh from your other side, he paws at your thigh, almost slipping his hand between your legs.

"Oh," You sigh, though it's not like you're unaware. "Yeah, I can feel it.."

"So cute." Parsa isn't even talking to you, just musing about you out loud. He talks to Joost in Dutch, you understand enough to know it's flattering, your name comes up, and Joost laces his fingers between yours as they talk.

"Hey, you're okay with this, right?" Joost asks, catching your gaze, he's a little nervous, you think he must feel bad for springing this on you.

But you don't. Even if you weren't as down bad as you were suddenly, you'd be fine with it. Two big, handsome doggy boys wanting to have their way with you? Literally a dream. Joost knows it too, you eventually coming clean about your fascination with dog hybrids.

"Mhm, I am. You're.. both, mh,, hot," Your breath stutters slightly as you talk, purrs rumbling from your chest, unable to help it. "I like your ar-arms." You look up at Parsa, pawing at him, grabbing at his upper arm, thick and soft but strong looking.

He just laughs at you, not unkindly. His gaze is heavy, lustful. "Yeah," He asks teasingly, sliding his hand along your shoulders, easily pulling you close that way, with his arm around your neck. "You like being manhandled?"

You squirm, pouting at Joost when he comes up to kneel between your legs. "You mutts are mean.." You huff, relaxing against Parsa when he lets go.

"You like it, though. You do like being manhandled," Joost grins, pushing up your skirt to undo the jeans you wore underneath, pushing open the fly to swiftly stick his hand in your underwear. Then over your shoulder, to Parsa, he says, "I told you they'd like it." He grins, pulling his hand out to show his friend how wet his fingers got.

You whimper, tipping your head back against Parsa. "Silly thing." He says, chest rumbling with a laugh against your back. His hands stroke your sides, playing at taking your sweater off, before tugging it off.

"Cmon poes, you know I love you, and I think you'll come to love Parsa too. He's a good guy, he knows how to take care of you, promise." Joost whispers, kissing you as he unhooks your bra.

You whine, back arching when Parsa's hands come back up to grope your chest. He tilts your head gently, kissing you as well as Joost starts marking up your neck. You grab onto Joost as you're surrounded by attention. They're all over you, dominating your senses.

You smell both of them, pheromones heavy in the air, it just clouds your head further. It's dizzying being between them, their bodies hot, sweat starting to form on Joost's chest, you watch when he finally takes his shirt off. His skin is flush, you can smell his rut on him. No wonder you feel so doped up.

His chest presses against yours as he kisses Parsa over your shoulder, before pressing his lips against yours. He's absolutely thrilled at getting to share his best friends, unabashedly showing you both affection. He happily kisses both of you, and whines a little as Parsa starts kissing you again.

It's so hot, watching the handsome hybrids kiss before they're both kissing you in turn. But Joost manages to pull himself from both of you to busy himself with tugging your pants and skirt both off you now, teasingly leaving your underwear on. Parsa kisses at your neck, biting hard on the thin delicate skin.

Joost pants, palming himself through his sweats, watching Parsa mark you up, harsh bites that will bruise up quick. "I get," He groans, trying to wriggle out of his pants without getting up. "I get to fuck it first. They're my roommate."

"Ja, sure. Not yet though, I wanna play with them." Parsa says casually, at the same time he's groping your chest, big hands pawing and squeezing at you. His fingers rolling your nipples, pulling on them slightly, just to hear you mewl.

"It loves playing," Joost says, rubbing his hand over the bulge in his boxers. "Always loves when we rough house." He laughs before saying something in Dutch, and you whine pathetically figuring it out, a little slower than usual.

Sometimes I even let them win was what he said.

Parsa laughs, and brings a hand up to ruffle your hair and smush your ears gently. This little one? Parsa says, 'kleintje' you're familiar with that word. Then he says something along the lines of wanting to see that.

The idea of Parsa watching you and Joost play fight…And then you remember he's going to watch Joost fuck you and you shiver hard. The teasing is almost unbearable, you're sure you've near soaked through your underwear at this point.

"Mmf, Josie..Please, need you." You pout to him, pushing your hips up, wanting him to see how needy you are, how wet your boxers are.

"So impatient!" He giggles, pulling your boxers off with your help, almost downright drooling at the mess of slick you left inside.

You kick at him with a socked foot, hiding your face in embarrassment when the dirty, filthy dog sticks his face in and starts licking your underwear. "Stop! You're unbearable!!"

"It wants you so bad, man, why don't you just take from the source?" Parsa pulls your legs apart, sliding a hand to your center, petting at the soft fuzz there.

Your head lolls back when his fingers slip a little lower and part your folds. Then you feel Joost's hands on your legs, his breath on your core, Parsa's hands moving away. You can't help the way you rock your hips against Joost's face, his tongue gladly lapping up your slick, moaning at the taste.

Parsa tips your face up and starts making out with you again. It's dizzying, you pant and moan into the kisses. He shifts to be in front of you, letting you slump against the front of the couch. You get to really touch him like this now, at least, palming his soft chest, petting the dark hair that covers him.

"You look so good like this," Parsa praises, watching Joost eat you out like his life depended on it, his tattooed hands gripping your thighs. "Pretty kitty, he takes good care of you, huh? Such a good boy." He pets Joost's head, making him moan against you.

Your hands go to Joost's head when he starts lapping at you, licking and sucking on your clit. A gasping sob bubbles out of you, between repetition of Joost's name and 'please', as you cum, thighs spasming and clenching around his head. He pulls away panting when you let him go, and comes up to give you a small kiss before kissing Parsa too. Parsa licking into Joost's mouth to taste you.

"Please," You mewl, grabbing Joost's hand. "I need you so bad.."

"Hold on, baby. You wanna-" He trails off, nudging Parsa and speaking quietly to him. Parsa retrieves a small bottle of pills and a light blue drink. "Here. Take a few drinks and we can keep going." Joost cracks open the bottle, and fumbles with the aspirin, handing a couple pills and the drink to you. You swallow the pills with a few drinks and give it back to Joost, watching him drink too, screwing the cap on before kissing you.

You sigh heavily, setting a hand on your cheek idly as Joost gets his underwear off. Your skin is hot and flushed, you're glad Joost made you take the fever reducer..

"Hey, you good?" He asks gently, touching your face too.

"Yeah, I'm just..Fuzzy, y'know." You nod, turning your head to kiss his palm.

"You wanna keep going?" His hand moves to your hair, brushing his fingers through your locks.

"Yeah, I do. Need you, please, need your knot.." You whimper, leaning up and bumping your forehead against Joost's.

"You're so cute," He sighs, sliding his dick against your folds before easily slipping in. "Fuck, and you feel so good too. Always so good for me."

You gasp at the feeling, moaning as Joost sinks in all the way, feeling the start of his knot when he bottoms out. You almost forget Parsa is there, so caught up in the perfect feeling finally having something in you. Your push your head into his big soft hand, you don't even have it in you to feel any sort of shame at being watched.

"You gotta film yourselves some time. You'd like that, poes?" Parsa asks, hand slipping down to cup your jaw, and you nod into his hand.

You don't get a word out between the moans spilling from you due to the hard thrusts Joost gives and Parsa's thumb fitting between your open lips. He sighs heavily when you start sucking on the digit, quickly slipping a finger in your mouth instead.

"They love that, they love sucking on my fingers all the time. Little slut, aren't you?" Joost asks with a sly grin, rutting his swelling knot against your hole, teasing at fucking you on it.

You give a little "mhm", gazing up at Parsa as he gets another finger in your mouth. He feels your teeth, the pads of his fingers running over your sharp teeth, two sets of incisors instead of just one. "Is it good with its mouth? Not gonna bite?"

"Nee, never. They're a good girl, huh?" The question is punctuated with a gentle smack to your inner thigh, and you nod a little, the agreeing sound more of an "uh-huh" this time as Parsa slides his fingers in deeper, testing your gag reflex.

"Aw, I bet. Gonna be a good girl for me?" It's dizzying, both of them calling you that. Hits just right, right about now.

"You're gonna- I can suck your dick?" You stumble over your words a little once Parsa pulls his fingers out.

"Just a moment. Here," He offers you the fruity sports drink again. "Your mouth is a little dry, schat."

You mumble a thanks after drinking, and giving the bottle back. You almost start drooling at the sight when Parsa finally gets his cock out, he's thicker than Joost, his tip poking cutely from his foreskin, leaking heavily.

Joost slows down slightly, eyes zeroed in on you licking his friend's cock, lapping up the dripping precum. You groan, taking Parsa into your mouth, his palm on the back of your head, easing you down his length. You glance up and find you can't see past Parsa's soft belly, but you couldn't care less. Your fuzzy brain only thinking about how much you'd love to knead that thick tummy. You let your eyes drift shut and focus on the feelings, Joost pounding your cunt, and Parsa's cock teasing your throat. You lick at Parsa's dick, running your tongue over the swell at the base, the knot that you know you'll get.

It's almost quiet, no talking, just the filthy sounds of sex. Joost panting and whining as he fucks you, you moaning around Parsa, Parsa grunting as he holds himself back from fucking your face.

You pull off of him, grasping at the blankets under you, taken by a sudden orgasm when Joost starts rubbing your clit. He talks you through it, leaning in close to murmur in your ear, fingers stroking your clit as his hips pump in and out steadily. "You ready to take my, knot, baby?"

"Need it, Josie.." You pant, pawing at his back, kissing him. Both of you groan when it pops in, Joost giving these little pathetic whimpers when he starts cumming in you. Your favorite feeling in the world, fucked so full, his knot stretching your walls, cock pulsing and throbbing with every spurt of cum.

One load is never enough when you're in heat, and you know Joost to always be willing to keep going until you're properly satisfied, but gosh even just knowing Parsa's going to fill you up too, has you craving it. Your body already telling you you need more, the bodily desperation making you whine. Joost groans, grinding against you, trying to fuck his knot deeper.

Parsa gives both of you a minute before butting in. "C'mon, brudi, let me have a turn. You promised." Joost whines, pulling out, his knot softening but his erection unflagging.

You're not left wanting for long before Parsa's sliding his fat cock in, he lets out a sigh, finally getting what he wanted so badly since Joost called him up. He shoves your legs up, his wide hips slamming against you. His dark ears pointed back in focus, his eyes half lidded as he gazes down at you.

Joost pouts and whimpers for you to touch him, sighing when you wrap a hand around his dick and stroke him. You squeeze the base of his cock between strokes, feeling him throb in your hand. "Just like that, fuck..Such a good girl.." Joost pants, wiping sweat from his face.

Parsa mumbles something agreeing with Joost, mindlessly babbling in Dutch as he fucks you. So caught up in how good it feels, so dialed into his own pleasure, he's not even thinking of yours. You mewl and whine, cumming around Parsa's cock, the overstimulation making you squirm as he keeps thrusting, not slowing down or giving you a moment.

Joost keeps talking though, letting you clutch his hand, his other hand petting through your hair. He knows how depraved Parsa can get.

"Fuck- Ik," Parsa moans, moving his bruising grip on you, pulling you closer by your waist. "I'm close, gonna cum in you..Knock you up, you'd like that, poes?"

You moan at the very thought. "Yes, fuck, please..Mh please…" Joost laughs softly, fondly at how needy you still are.

"They love being bred, that's all they ever want when they're in heat." He grabs one of Parsa's hands, directing it up, making him touch your chest. Parsa quickly gets the hint, squeezing you and playing with your nipple.

"That's so cute, you're so cute, kitty." Parsa pants, rocking his hips, fucking his growing knot in and out. He keeps humping you, rutting into you even as he starts cumming, unable to stop himself.

"Yeah, baby," Joost kisses your hand before moving away. "You think you can take one more load? Need it so bad, been hard this whole time." He whimpers, stroking his dick as he watches Parsa finish up.

"Yeah, I can.." You sigh, nodding gently. It's dizzying, you've never had quite this much doting attention, nor have you ever been so full. So pleasantly full..

You groan softly as Joost slips back in. It's filthy and sloppy, the sound of him fucking the cum deeper. "Just a little more.." He sighs, leaning down to kiss you, moaning into each other's mouths.

Joost knows just how to work you, reaching down to rub your clit as you make out, making you shudder and your walls squeeze his cock. "Cum one more time for me, schat? Just want you to feel good.." He murmurs gently.

"I feel so good, Josie, this is perfect," You sigh, pressing your face into the pillow, letting the feeling wash over you. "Harder, please, fuck- Need you.."

He hums, stroking your clit and making sure to angle his thrusts just right inside you, until he can't move anymore, his knot popping in and the clenching of your cunt around him makes him cum too. You purr under him, sleepy and dazed and satisfied.

"Fuck, you're full.." His hands brush over your tummy and he guides your hand to feel too, they filled you up so good your belly's soft from it, so full you can just about see the bump. You just wrap your arms around him and kiss him, murmuring thanks against his lips. You thank Parsa when he settles next to you, bringing a glass of water to your lips letting you drink. You kiss him too and get to rest your head on his chest, damp from a shower, as you doze off between them.