Perhaps it had been divine intervention to have Dan Heng of all people discover you, circumstances could always have been worse— especially when he notes that you’re pretty, really pretty. But half dressed, no doubt desperate and particularly vulnerable, so when he had noticed the way your eyes glimpsed to the bag in his hands, he offered you an olive branch.

He shrugged and said, “If you are hungry, I believe I can help with that.” trying to sound as little of a threat as possible and he’d watched your feline ears twitch as you listened.

You had the instinct to think about it at least, though not for aslong as most people usually would— and he took another moment to be thankful that it had been him to discover you, someone with better intentions than most.

Because just like that, you’d followed him back home.

But now, Dan Heng has become somewhat familiar with not only what you are, but also what you’re currently going through.

He assumed the role of being an owner quite quickly. Sure, sharing his apartment with a catgirl is probably much different than just sharing with a cat— but he still follows the duties that are expected of him either way. Some people may even say that he spoils you a bit too much, but that depends on who you ask.

When he had first taken you in, he had taken the time to extensively read through some articles that he had found online about your general care and needs. For the most part, you can take care of yourself the same way any regular human can, despite the feline traits— you eat, bathe and dress in the same way just about any girl might.

(Well except for pants, you’ve never really liked pants.)

But unfortunately, certain circumstances of your animal anatomy do still remain intact.

Most notably, your heat cycles, and Dan Heng has learned to pick up on them immediately.

You hide it well enough, but despite how affectionate you usually are with him— he can still see the change when the time comes around. You tend to linger more often, brushing up against him in circumstances where it isn’t particularly necessary and there’s a permanent knit to your brows that never quite settles.

He doesn’t like to point it out, perhaps you find it to be embarrassing because he’s a guy— probably not the best person to discuss your mating behaviours with considering you live together and well… he’s all human too.

But really, Dan Heng doesn’t mind at all. Actually, he’s subtly began to help you out with things that he’s read usually work; he’s left heating pads around the apartment that he often finds you curled up on, along with encouraging your affection with closer proximity and making sure you’re distracted.

Though he admits, there’s only so much he can do. And really, it pains him to feel useless despite all he’s done for you already.

So when one day he notices you clutching at your stomach from where you’re curled up on the opposite side of the couch from him, he can’t stop himself from speaking up before he ultimately does.

“You’re in pain.” Dan Heng says, matter a fact as he watches you freeze and your head turns to face him as you try and fail to play it off.

“I’m not, I’m perfectly fine.”

“That’s not particularly convincing.”

Your tail flicks once from where it rests tucked beneath your feet, as if peeved at his observation. You sigh, “I mean it’s nothing, it just…. it happens sometimes.”

Dan Heng watches you closely, sees the way you’re biting down on your lower lip now. Your shoulders are still tense, still dealing with the discomfort despite the way your expression is trying to stay still, and as he readjusts himself on his side he can’t help but feel overcome with guilt.

“I apologise if my asking makes you uncomfortable.” He begins but you cut him off swiftly.

“It doesn’t, I just don’t want you to feel awkward.”

“I can assure you I don’t.” He responds with a certainty that makes your ear twitch, and Dan Heng’s come to learn that it’s a trait that you have when you get flustered. He thinks it’s cute, the movement drawing his attention before his eyes fall back down to your features and as he continues to observe you from the sofa, he opts to continue the conversation.

He hopes if anything, it will distract you.

“How did you deal with it?” He begins carefully, hoping not to overstep. “Before this I mean?”

“Not quite as well.” You offer a half-hearted shrug. “Other hybrids can smell it on you, as if the suffering could get any worse. So I’m just happy to be…. safe this time around.”

Dan Heng picks up on the implication, and he watches you zone out as if recalling back on those times. Although he doesn’t feel like he’ll ever understand it, he can imagine how fearful a hybrid like you must’ve been knowing you were being hunted for the most part.

Constantly on high alert. Constantly in hiding, hoping to just coast by undetected and survive another cycle. Until the next.

It makes something sink in Dan Heng’s stomach at the thought of it, and he finds himself suddenly overcome with the need to make you feel comfortable and at ease. His hands almost twitch with it.

He watches your features flinch with another wave of what he can only assume is discomfort, and when your hand clutches at the muscles in your stomach with an urgency— Dan Heng doesn’t think twice before suddenly asking, “Is there anything that I can do for you? Anything at all?”

Your breathing is more shallow now, sweat beading at your brow as your kitten ears flatten themselves against the top of your head and for a moment he wonders if he’s said the wrong thing. Perhaps you would prefer if he just left you alone to suffer, his presence maybe making you feel less at ease than he would like.

But before Dan Heng can offer you that instead, you answer him. Staring back.

“Stay with me?”

And he responds almost immediately.

“I have no intention of leaving you.”

Whatever tension was in your shoulders releases with his words then, and Dan Heng watches you slink back into the couch as if relieved that he’s not going anywhere. Your hand is still resting on your stomach, and your tail has taken to tapping against the cushion but you still appear to be handling it best you can— so without thinking much of it he offers you another thing.

“Perhaps laying down will feel better?”

The question makes you shift a bit, almost folding into yourself as your ears flip upright again and your lashes flutter.

“Is it okay?”

He shrugs, “Should it offer you some relief, I would not mind it.”

“You already give me enough offering me your apartment.”

“I should remind you it is your apartment now too.” Dan Heng says. “But I insist. Trust me.”

“Okay.” You almost purr, nervously smoothing down the fur on your own tail before you cast him a sweet glance. “Thank you.”

You move with the swiftness one would expect from a cat as you push yourself up to your knees, and within Dan Heng’s next blink you’re coming to lay yourself down half-on his lap. Your head is on his thighs as the rest of your body curls up on the couch cushions to his side, and the warmth of your weight on his legs is enough to make him have to swallow and get his bearings.

He hears a small purr as you get yourself comfortable, and as a good owner would Dan Heng immediately reaches out to begin petting you.

The action had been awkward at first, but now it’s almost second nature whenever you’re close by. You like it, the appreciative little trill of your voice taking a pitch higher as his fingers stroke from beneath your ear to your shoulder and then back again. He tries to move slow and soothing, even as you roll over onto your back and try to push yourself closer to his palm.

Dan Heng lets his hand drift up to your ears after a few minutes, massaging the sensitive, soft fur beneath his thumb and forefingers until you sigh and then he goes for your jawline next, scratching there. Another brush of his touch, and he watches your eyes flutter in bliss— the ache in your body half-forgotten as you coo and purr in his lap.

Or almost atleast, your next words catch him off guard.

“Can you…. maybe go lower?”

You glance at Dan Heng from beneath your lashes, and the look is enough to steal the breath from his response. His hand stills its strokes along your body— and for a moment he freezes, thinking of all the possibilities and the rationale. Until his silence urges you to purr low, nudging your nose against his palm again and suddenly his mouth is moving before his mind can process.

“If that would make you comfortable.”

And then his hand is too.

Dan Heng touches you on your chest first, respectfully. He begins with tentative, fine strokes of his fingers; brushing them from your navel to your collarbones and then as low as your waist. You lean into every touch— purring, tail flicking and ears turning out, bathing in the strokes of his hand as you press your head back in his lap.

“Lower.” You gasp, twisting against him.

His hands brush your hips next, to your stomach— his fingers tracing the hem of your shirt and the skin beneath when it rides up. He holds his breath when it knocks your thighs wide open.

“L-lower.”

“Are you sure?” Dan Heng asks, his voice much deeper than he expects.

You look at him again, pupils blown wide this time. The most cat-like he’s ever seen them.

“Please, I can’t deal with it alone anymore.”

“If at any point you become uncomfortable, you—“

“I will.” You cut him off, knowing what he’s going to say. “Promise.”

“Okay then.”

Dan Heng tells himself it’s fine, because it is. After all it’s his responsibility as your owner to ensure your continuous comfort so he would be doing you a disservice were he to flat out ignore you in your current state, especially when he knows what to do to bring you some relief.

He read those heat articles after-all, memorised them even.

But still, Dan Heng starts slow, his fingers graze past your hips until they touch your inner thighs and he begins to stroke you there. He hears you purr, your eyes fluttering closed and he takes note of how warm your skin feels— your ears flicking in time with his fingers.

It’s different to that of a human, even in the subtle characteristics of your reactions past that of your appearance. The sounds you make, the expressions you show him— it’s new, and he’s careful but he finds himself needing to drag his fingers closer until your hips buck up and he knows what you’re asking.

Dan Heng’s eyes glance at you again.

“How does it feel?”

“It’s…. it’s feeling good.” Your breath catches but your eyes are still closed. “It helps.”

“Should I keep going then?”

“Y-yes, please!”

“Whatever you ask of me.”

So Dan Heng continues patiently, stroking a little higher and this is probably one of the times he’s found himself grateful that you hate wearing pants— it restricts my tail, they’re so uncomfy, was what you had told him initially. It may have been awkward in any other circumstance but for right now it’s beneficial, because Dan Heng finds out fairly quickly that you don’t wear underwear either.

He’d never noticed before, considering you usually opted to wear long shirts that covered you well enough where he’d never noticed, but when his hand travels higher and instead of feeling damp fabric he feels skin, he almost groans at the initial touch.

Though Dan Heng does manage to come to his senses quickly when it comes to the first real pet through your folds. It feels like any human pussy would, you’re wet and warm— perhaps a little more sensitive, but maybe it’s the heat.

Regardless, the small touch alone is enough to make you arch against the couch and Dan Heng tries his best to soothe you with his free hand as he brushes it along your sweat-slickened hairline. You settle with it, purring and tilting your head into his palm and he continues, growing hard in his pants as he collects your slick on his fingers and he trails them up with ease until he’s rolling over your clit.

You’re burning up from what Dan Heng can feel, but you’re purring and twisting into him— trilling and meowing as he applies a little more pressure to the sensitive bud of your clit, and he finds a pace before beginning to rub at you with two of his fingers.

He scratches behind one of your ears as he touches you, soothing you with sweet hums of his voice as the wet sounds between your thighs only become louder.

He wonders if other owners have ever resorted to the same strategy, relieving their hybrids by their own hand. Dan Heng rationalises it in his head by assuming it’s better to be done by someone they trust than a stranger, it’s what makes the most sense rather than allowing them to be in pain— or worse.

But he doesn’t think on it too much because your toes are starting to curl and you’re grinding needily against Dan Heng’s hand like you’re equal parts begging and thanking him for this. You don’t seem to be as uncomfortable as you were before, so he assumes that means it’s working.

“Can you take more?” Dan Heng speaks, still so focused on drawing circles into your kitten-cunt that he barely registers asking.

But you hear him, purring louder as your lips part and you sigh.

“Y-yes, it feels much better! Please don’t stop.”

Your thighs begin to shake when Dan Heng sinks one of his fingers into your pussy with such an ease it barely registers. You’re so wet he’s hardly met with any resistance, and he takes note of the way the hackles on your tail begin to raise in response. It’s like the discomfort in your body is responding to being filled, even if only like this— you seem to be grateful for it, the warm twitch of your walls beckoning him in deeper and he feels that first squeeze in thanks.

Your head muses back in Dan Heng’s lap again, and he hadn’t realised how hard he was until he feels you brush against his bulge— making him groan as he plays it off with a clear of his throat. He tries his best to ignore it, but you turn yourself to nuzzle against it, mouthing at his cock through his pants as you purr against his crotch, pawing and kneading there like a kitten would beg for a treat.

You’d never gotten like this before, and again Dan Heng finds himself blaming your heat. He should correct you, probably best not to make a habit of it but when he’s currently sinking his finger into the tight squeeze of your walls a few more times, does he really have a leg to stand on?

“Can I?” You ask softly, motioning to his clothed cock with Dan Heng’s finger curling upwards in your cunt.

“We should focus on you first.”

“L-later then?”

You sigh when his touch appears to press against the swollen, sensitive spots inside of you and he continues with the same pace before he decides it’s best to just respond in kind.

“Later then.”

Dan Heng continues to sink one finger into you until you’re arching again, toes curling from where they’re pressing against the cushions and he can feel your clit growing puffy and swollen with every graze of his palm against it. He takes these as good signs, assuming your intimate anatomy is the same as that of a humans, so he pulls his fingers out of you and rubs more slick around your sensitive bud— trying not to groan at the way it makes your hips buck.

He smooths your hair back from your face as you continue to rub your cheek against his bulge, and he takes the opportunity to admire your bitten lips and twitching nose.

“Tell me if it becomes too much.” He says after a moment, more so to himself than to you.

But you respond anyway, “It’s not t-too much, it’s perfect. I could take more even.” Sighing in a way that’s so breathy and beautiful that it earns you a throb from his clothed cock. So suddenly, smoothly, Dan Heng sinks an extra finger inside of you this time and drinks in the way that your thighs tremble at the sudden stretch.

You keen with it though, purring and kneading and arching into his palms. Its like a scene from the lewdest corners of his mind as he continued to sink his fingers in and out of you, and you bask in the way he pets you in two places at once— his hand in your hair, the other deep inside of you, relieving your heat as your lashes flutter.

Dan Heng curls his fingers up once more, scissoring them against the tight squeeze of your walls as he tries his best to stretch you out, to touch everywhere at once and give you the pleasure your body craves.

“Might I assume this is helping then?” He asks again, to distract from the way his cock is throbbing against your cheek. Your lips drooling all over his pants.

But you can’t speak now, you only offer him a feline Mhmmmm as you try to hump into his hand and Dan Heng feels lightheaded at how desperate you look, watching you shake from where you rest half on his lap.

He pets across your cat ears once more, rolling them between his fingers as he pets against your g-spot at the same time and both sensations at once leave you a mess beneath him. That, accompanied by having his palm grind against the spread, slick surface of your folds every time he sinks his fingers all the way inside of you seems to be working, and Dan Heng starting to wonder if you cum the same way humans do too.

He doesn’t want to think about it too much, reminds himself he’s just doing you a favour but he’s so hard— definitely in too deep, in more ways than one and he feels your walls squeeze again, stretching for him the deeper he goes and he knows your body is begging for that release.

But if you were just a normal girl, Dan Heng reckons you would be close.

Every draw back of his hands is squelching louder now, making a mess between your legs as the slick smears down his hand and you’re kitten licking at his crotch at the same time, arching into his touch and body like he’s your own personal catnip.

But then your lips part again and Dan Heng feels his ears begin to ring as your purrs and mewls sound louder, your pleasure seeming to grow closer. He faintly makes out a trilled “Close.” but had he missed it he would’ve felt the way your body is sending him signals anyway.

Your ears are flicking uncontrollably now, your cute features pinched up as you grind up into the press of his hand and he scissors his fingers inside of you again, making you quake and shiver as he keeps the pressure on your pussy.

Until finally, you grab at Dan Heng’s forearm when your thighs suddenly stiffen and snap closed around his wrist, and he hisses at the way your claws drag red marks up his skin as you finally cum. But he doesn’t stop, he continues to sink both fingers inside of your clenching walls as he sees you through your orgasm— hoping this will be enough to satisfy your heat cycle atleast until he’s calmed down.

But for now you continue to jolt at the pleasure, riding the waves of your relief as Dan Heng pulls his fingers back and rolls them over your clit again— prolonging your blissful state until you’re nipping at his hand with your teeth and he takes that as his cue to stop as he pulls back.

He doesn’t say anything initially, instead Dan Heng just watches you stretch yourself out on his lap and purr— cheek still resting against his obvious bulge, but you look content and at ease for the first time today so he doesn’t mind it too much. Your tail is flicking out beneath you again, as if satisfied with his work and when your eyes open to blink up at him this time, he notes the way they seem to glow— still cat-like in nature but much more dilated now.

“I think it’s safe to assume that helped then?” He asks after a beat of breathing, breaking the tension between you both and he finds himself relaxing when you laugh, scrambling up to your knees.

“I had my doubts at first but it really did the trick.” You respond with a smile, and when you come to curl yourself up on Dan Heng’s lap a little more this time he helps you— petting a hand down your back.

“Well, I’m certainly glad to hear that.”

“Did you enjoy yourself?” You motion down to the crotch of his pants, looking more feline in your teasing and Dan Heng tries to alleviate his own embarrassment with a sigh.

“I ask that you pay that no mind.” He huffs, a little pink in his cheeks. “My intention was simply to help you that’s all.”

“And help you did.”

That’s when you kiss him. It’s hard and clumsy, and Dan Heng notes the rough surface of your tongue as another feline trait of yours when he feels it brush against his own. But he welcomes it, feeds into it even— cupping his hand around the back of your neck he takes the lead and he feels you melt into his chest, kissing you with an eagerness that’s slow but warm and comforting.

When you pull away you almost look drowsy, at peace.

“Thank you.” You say after a beat, leaning into Dan Heng’s palm again as you urge him to pet at your ears.

He listens, looks at you. “You do not have to thank me. I wasn’t certain it would work to begin with.”

“Still, thank you. Now we know what’ll help next heat cycle too.”

Now that, Dan Heng did not consider.