No Meds Monster Nest

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Thick bunny girl who's just perfectly soft everywhere you grab her velvet covered skin, overflowing and squishing out from your grip.

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Strangly, you weren't afraid of the thing that would crawl from the depths of your bed when you were particularly miserable. Maybe a bit uncomfortable, having a silent, inky creature looming in the corner of your room as you wept. But over the years you grew used to it and would tell it all your problems. It was weird, you knew that, but fine.

Until you were free of your parents suffocating home. Until you were able to breath and your misery wasn't quite so drowning on a near constant basis. You began accidentally summoning The Misery Demon less and less.

He hated it.

The demon could still appear as he pleased, did so constantly, but without a source of misery, he was invisible to you. Forced to see but not be seen.

He hated it.

Then you started bringing a man home, a very nice boy your age. Clean cut, works out, makes you stupidly happy. You stopped summoning him almost completely.

He hated him.

The misery demon started following your boyfriend constantly, determined to find an opportunity. He wouldn't let you just forget him, to stop seeing him. He would fix this.

The opportunity came late at night. The demon was stood vigil over your bed, as he'd done for years now, while you're curled into your boyfriend's side, your face peaceful as you sleep. Meanwhile your boyfriend's deep in his phone, eyes dropping to you in guilt as he responds to his ex.

It shouldn't have been enough, that tiny sliver of guilt the asshole managed to feel, but the demon took hold of it and used it to appear. It was only for a second but you feel the familiar shift in the air, conscious stirring, yet when you open your eyes the room is empty, only the still lit screen of your boyfriend's phone beside you.

Your stomach drops as you see the messages, your heart immediately kicking into your throat as you read them again. Surely you'd misread them or they were old or or something.

As your eyes sting you feel that shift again, shadows dragging from beneath the cute bed skirt you'd bought. Instead of the corner, it towers over the foot of your bed.

You're almost too consumed by your devastation over your boyfriend cheating to notice the difference.

It's the way the thing is almost vibrating as it stares down at you that draws your watery eyes up to it's pitch black ones.

"I fixed it," he says with a twitching lip, like he's trying to use muscles he doesn't have. The demons voice misplaced, like a recording coming from a different spot in it's body.

"Fixed what?" You keep your voice soft to keep the fear from crawling in. The demon had never spoken to you before, always your silent observer. The change has your skin turning to goosebumps as you edge back to your headboard.

One moment you're looking at the jittery demon. The next moment it's the ocean blue of your boyfriend's eyes staring back at you.

He gives you the same smile that usually turns you to mush. This time it sets your hair on end. "You can always see me now. You won't forget me now."

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After hours finalizing I'm now thinking she needs a full jelly cap and stingy tendrils

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Thinking bout living next door to a jellygirl. You should really tell her there's a difference between swimsuits and lingerie. Yeah they have some similar shaping but...fuck it no one can see into your yard and really is it that big of a difference?

The aliens your job keeps in 5x4 cells are highly intelligent. You were originally hired for thirty hours a week to bring in meals and tend their living space when pulled out for ‘testing’. About a month in you were volun-told you'd be the sole one responsible for cell care and you now work seven days a week after the creatures had reportedly attacked several other employees. You'd even heard whispers that one of the males had killed one of the guys you often failed to avoid on the ship. 

   No one really understands how it happened. The footage shows Jared outside the cell and the aliens inside, not even looking his way. In the next frame Jared was splattered around the hallway. After several dragging seconds, the frame jumps again to a completely clean hall. No Jared. No one's seen him since. 

   Over the last six months, a type of sign language had emerged. At first it was simple, like miming drinking and writing, but developed through a lot of confusion and assumptions that you were in fact understanding each other. 

   You'd understood the youngest as she'd complained to you of her hair being tangled. You'd snuck them all brushes after that. The women began to entertain themselves by arranging their navy waves into intricate braids. The little one often clicked in agitation as she failed to imitate the women's practiced motions, trying to learn through the glass. 

   You were eventually able to learn the beings were related. A mother, father, son and two daughters. You ignored the relief you'd felt that the male a few years older than yourself was related to the girl your age. Just like you ignore how recently he's begun to lower his voice, Chehrkk- the best pronunciation you'd managed- watching you intently from just beyond that glass, chittering and clicking in the same reverent pattern his parents used with each other. 

   For months you'd wracked your brain for a way to free them, without getting yourself thrown into space, or, though they'd deserve it, get most of the ship killed. You've zero training in understanding the massive motherboard and wouldn't know where to start in setting course back to Earth. After hours and hours of plotting, you had nothing. 

   When you began the process of using your unique language to explain you wanted to free them, to open their cages, you planned to roll over what that would mean for you. You were past the point of being able to live with what they were being put through. However, when you tried to skip the hard part of the conversation, Chehrkk understood what you weren't saying. 

   From what you could understand of his furious signing, letting you sacrifice yourself was out of the question. You'd spent half your shift arguing over the whole thing. Entirely in vain.

The next day they'd managed their escape all on their own. 

   It started when you brought in dinner. Each cell has a small opening to slide the tray in, the same thing that's happened since they were initially captured over a year ago. But today, when you opened Chehrkk's slot you blinked and he was standing before you. Outside the glass. 

   You freeze as he opens the slots of his family's doors and in the next instant the hall is suddenly too small as you stand with five aliens. Have they always been able to do that? 

   Chehrkk grabs both your arms, clicking to you in a way you knew was important but you couldn't understand. It's then your ears fade from fuzzy ringing to an emergency alert system and you register their escape triggered an alarm. 

   You shove the man away, shouting and signing for him to go, to be free of the ship. He only grips you harder, still rushing foreign instructions in your direction as he drags you with them. One moment you're falling over your feet to keep up, the next you're stumbling to a halt on an entirely new ship. 

   The stark white walls of the United Freedom are replaced with dark wood trims and warm highlights. The blaring alarms replaced with a soft hum from this ships engine. 

   Chehrkk gently turns you towards him, his eyes and features softer now as he watches you for your reaction. To see if you're furious or scared they've taken you from your people. 

   You just stand, staring and unable to form a response or really process the fact that you'd been taken by aliens. A part of your mind registers you're in shock. The youngest, oblivious to your struggle, grabs your hands and moves them to her loose waves. She chitters and signs for you to braid her hair. When you finally find your tongue, your eyes flick between the four adult aliens and quietly ask if now you would be taken for ‘testing’. 

   The tension broke as they rush to reassure you in amused clicks, Chehrkk moving in closer to your side like a personal guard. 

   Once the clicking teases die down, the mother mentions you and medicine, making you wary once again. She does her best to explain it will help you understand as they herd you down the halls. 

   You wind up on a medical bed, not far off from the ones on your ship, an older being with the same pale blue skin, too long limbs, and solid colored eyes chittering at you as he holds up a tiny, square metal. Chehrkk smiles at you as he repeats ‘to understand’, nodding his encouragement.

You take a deep breath as the doctor loads the implant into an injection device and lines it behind your ear. It's almost painless.  

   “That wasn't so bad now, was it?” The aged click of the older alien registering as perfect English even as you hear his native tongue. 

   A smile blooms over your face. A translator. “Now, we can really understand each other.” Chehrkk says warmly in your ear as he brushes a strand behind it before cupping your cheek. 

   As they show you around the ship, they explain that yes, they could've left their cells at any time and were only behaving for the general entertainment of it all as they experienced ‘human abduction’. Apparently your bosses were unable to actually damage or even scare the beings. You scolded them for not letting you in on their lack of captivity earlier, but you could understand them not trusting a random human. No matter how nicely you may have treated them while being more stuck on that ship than they ever were. 

   Their living quarters are nice, a ton of space with comfortable furniture. You may not recognize the decorative items but the unit holds many familiar aspects like family photos, distinct spaces for different aspects of living, and the comfort of a home. The parents assure you they'd take you to get living arrangements sorted tomorrow. You follow the moms amused glance at her son, just catching the reluctant look on his face before his features relax into an a casual mask.

   For tonight, Chehrkk offered to take the couch, refusing to hear it when you insisted he should sleep in his own bed after being held by humans for over a year who at least wanted to cause him harm. 

   That's how you find yourself awkwardly standing in your alien crushes room as he explains the water system to you from the attached bathroom, though it looks more like a mini garden with a massive stone tub embedded in the pink foliage covering the floor. After years with a shower you could hardly fit in, you nearly cry at the sight of the soaking tub. 

   “Would you like me to fill your waters?” He keeps his tone light, but this was intimate in his culture. After you've spent so long tending to him and his family, for caring so deeply for them as to be willing to sacrifice your own life to free theirs, Chehrkk needed to tend to you. To show his gratitude. To show you his intentions. Granted, this was a bold way to offer a courtship. 

   “Please,” you motion him on and finally enter the room, already tugging at the zipper of your top suit. Chehrkk knows he shouldn't, but finds it impossible not to watch the skin of your arms be revealed in the reflection of the faucet. You'd never left your quarters without a full suit so this was his first look at your soft flesh. He starts to burn himself as the tap turns hot while he stares. “Are you joining?” 

   You were unfamiliar with his culture and communal bathing is a thing in places on Earth. The tub had plenty of room for two. Chehrkk nearly falls into the water as he spins in his kneeled position to face you. Seeing the shock stretch his already wide features you start to take it back, to explain yourself. He rushes to cut you off. “I'd be honored to join you,” adding your name at the end in his best English pronunciation.

   Though you'd offered, it still feels awkward to continue undressing. Chehrkk making no move to also remove his clothes. He just watches you with thinly veiled desire. The crazy part of your brain, the part that made you itch to preen under his stare for months now, has you tipping your chin up and keeping your eyes on the aliens as you slip the straps of your tank down.

   He doesn't even register the way he stalks forward with each slide of fabric over your body. When you turn, slowly bending forward to remove your shorts, pretty folds just barely hidden in little pink panties, he presses in, warm hands spanning your hips.

He tugs you back up, your body flush to his, his nose trailing up your neck with a long inhale. He groans an intoxicated apology in your ear- he's disrespecting you with his lack of control- even as he shifts you, pressing your stomach down onto the countertop. 

   He rambles as his hands reverently roam your skin, promises of making up his behavior to you. As his fingers dip past your panties, rubbing his fingers through your folds until they're soaked, he studies your every twitch and mewl, quickly figuring out the perfect firm pressure against your clit. As he gently pulses the pressure on your bud, he's in your ear demanding you fall apart for him, using his free hand to roughly grab at your ass.

You give him what he wants, rocking your hips in his hands, messily rubbing yourself along his rough palm. When your hips stop, your satisfied little pants dying down, he jerks his hand free, the one on your ass moving to grip your chin, to make you look him in the eye as he slowly licks his hand clean. You fight his grip with the sole desire to get closer. He easily keeps you in place, taking his time soaking his tongue in your essence. 

   When he's finished, Chehrkk picks his rambling up again as he picks you up, shoving you onto the counter on your back. He looks you in the eye as he slowly removes his clothes, swearing a piece of himself to you with every article he removes. His honor, his heart, his body. 

   He lines himself with your body, cock a reasonable length but astonishing in its width. Heavy as he taps it to your hole to make delicious, wet slapping sounds. You can't help but wriggle as he works the fat tip inside.

He has to drag out and along your folds several times before he's stuffed himself inside you, finishing his rambling with a promise to make you his wife as he grinds into your walls. The stretch gives you that feeling of even your throat being filled even as he only pushes into your wet cunt. 

   You're almost annoyed at your own inability to keep quiet as he sets a steady, unrelenting pace. He's unashamed as he groans his pleasure in small praises, “feels so good” “fucking going to make me cum too fast” dripping between heady, desperate rambles “need this cunt” “gonna make you all sticky baby” “you like this, hm?” The last phrase not a check in, but a hungry tease before he drives into you faster. The winded chuckled he releases pushing you over that ledge again. 

   Chehrkk curses through your walls seizing over his cock, praising how you milk him, groaning as you become impossibly wetter, softer. He strokes through your waves of bliss, putting his ear over your lips to not miss the overstimulated, pleasured little noises he works from your body. 

   You beg him to fill you, swearing you simply can't take anymore as he steadily pumps his hips, each a full rock of his length through your walls. His shoulders shake as he keeps his pace, biting back his own release. He's barely even touched you. 

   Chehrkk buries himself inside you, keeping still to give you a little relief as he presses his mouth to yours, his tongue stroking in deep to explore yours. The kiss is sloppy and hungry, your teeth clashing at one point, and it makes you rock against his still hips. He doesn't give you what you're looking for, instead adding his focus to your breasts, palming the soft skin, fingers pinching and stroking your nipples with the same intention he'd given your clit. 

   You whine. You push his hips back then pull them forward again. He laughs as you try to make him fuck you. You aren't able to move him much. 

   It takes you pouting, stating he should be sweet to his future wife for him to smile down at you, that teasing tone returning. “Is that so my future little wife? I'll give you something sweet baby. C'mere.” Chehrkk jerks you up into his arms, still impaled on his cock. He holds you unsupported, moving you from tip to base with fluid ease, his head dipping so his long tongue can lap at the tender bud on your chest. 

   “Let it go. Now.” He demands, cock deep inside your walls, fingers returning to your clit. Your body warms, a ripple of pleasure starting low in your belly. You make a mess along his cock. He makes a mess in your pussy. 

   He manages a few more strokes, massaging his seed into your flesh before slowly pulling out. Your face burns as your combined pleasure drips out of you in thick globs, landing and dripping back off his cock. You're a bit embarrassed, he's holding himself back from fucking it back into you. 

   Chehrkk doesn't take the couch that night, instead he spends the evening holding you to his side. He tells you he's loved you for a long time, that he couldn't help himself as he watched you. 

With fewer opportunities to run you get squirrely in the winter. Your wolf hybrid boyfriend is always down for a chase through the snow, but your black cat husband isn't as enthusiastic about trekking in wet mush, nor how often you get tripped up on the hidden underbrush.

They catch you too easily in the snow.

So in the middle of winter, when you start acting a downright brat, intentionally dancing just out of reach, leaving your nest to fill your own water, or opening doors on your own, not to mention the attitude they just couldn't seem to fuck out of you, your boyfriend has just the solution. A club. One that caters to all the deprevity meant to be kept behind closed doors, including plenty of room for you to run, and no snow.

Spikes Out is huge. An old warehouse building renovated into a private club the size of a football field. Multiple floors, private and viewing rooms, and different rules for different quadrants. The lower floor is designed as an open concept with occasional dips into conversation- or other things involving a monster or humans mouth- pits. That's where you run tonight.

You weave around a pod of chairs, chest heaving with every breath you take, arms and legs straining. Each pump warming your limbs and low in your belly. You had a head start, but your wolf was always so fast. With the music drowning out what your pounding heart doesn't, you can't listen for him coming up.

An arm snaps around your waist from the right, dragging you up a firm, sleek chest. Not your wolf. You're momentarily panicked, immediately squirming to get out of the grasp until your husbands even timber fills your ears. "She's spoken for."

You'd been watching the floor, looking for dips, and hadn't noticed the random bull hybrid that moved into your path wanting to catch you for himself.

Your husband doesn't participate in the chase as often. He thrives off watching everything from the edge, your silent protector giving you the freedom to be oblivious.

When the bull lingers just a bit too long, your boyfriend is there blocking out the view of you entirely. 

The moment your men relax, the bull having finally moved away, you fight your husband's grasp to continue your run. He laughs in your ear, arm constricting into an iron grip. "Where do you think you're going wife? I caught you fair and square, time to enjoy my spoils."

Your boyfriend whines, trailing behind as your husband drags you off still twisting in his grip, nails digging into his arm trying to tug it off. Your husband always makes your wolf sit and stay, watch but not touch, like the good boy he is, for at least two rounds when he's the one to catch you.

"Sweet baby's ready for my cock, aren't you? You aren't fighting all that hard." He smugly teases even as you give it your all, the fight has your heart pounding between your legs instead of your chest. You echo your boyfriend's whine.

Your pressed straight into a wall, your husband having already cased for a dark corner. Other beings could still walk by, but that only increased the possessive edge to your men's hunger, "eyes on us. Look at another creature in this room and I won't let him fuck you for a week."

"Why do I get punished?" Your boyfriend crowds the two of you against the wall, just barely not touching, completely blocking out any chance of seeing the room.

Your husband uses his body to keep you against the wall, hands shoving your skirt up then ripping lace panties from your body. They'd done nothing to keep you from making a mess down your thighs. Both your men are disappointed at missing the sight of your slicked up, puffy folds as your husband cocks your hips to a good angle and taps his thick cock against your clit once before moving straight to your hole.

Even as you drool with need, so fucking wet, he has to work himself into you, grunting out a heady, "so fuckin' warm for me." It's several strokes to get him settled into the hilt, he coos as you simply take it against the wall, stupidly panting with your lips inches from your boyfriends. That initial deep groan as he settles home has you trying to rock back and grind down further. You barely move an inch with the way your husband uses his body and the wall to keep you pinned.

"Oh you love it. And when you disobey me," he snaps his hips into you, "and fuck her anyway," the next snap nearly has your lips pressing up into your wolf's, "I'll love my knee on your chest and my cock in your throat." Your husband's words aren't even directed at you and still you fall apart on his cock, his knee up hitching up to catch everything he wrings from your body. "Make a mess and I'll have our dog clean it with his tongue."

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   You wait a week before opening it. The random box that appeared on your doorstep. No return address or sender listed. 

   Inside was a smaller box, white with a bunch of small foreign script. The front face pictures a golden ring pinched between two blue, clawed fingers. 

   Opening the package you slip the smooth, solid gold band free from a velvet drawbag. It's a bit smaller than a bracelet and surprisingly heavy. Maybe it's a bangle meant to be permanent once you manage to force it on? The monster fingers on the packaging are odd though. Probably a costume company with good quality jewelry. 

   You shrug it off, tossing the little metal band onto the coffee table with a clink.

   It's hours later, after you've settled down on the couch, nose deep in a dirty novel that the gold band starts to vibrate. Rattling violently against the glass table, a white-ish blue glow begins slowly circling in towards the center of the ring. You stare on dumbly as the little portal fully forms and seconds later a tongue unfolds from the alien device. 

   Pink, long, with a base lined in contracting suckers. The tentacle tongue licks at the air reaching for you, blue saliva dripping in globs down the thick appendage. 

   Your cunt throbs at the sight. 

   A needy whine echoes through the portal, the tongue twisting to show off its tentacle underside to entice you in. You don't second guess it. You'd debate the mortality of it all later. You snatch up the portal. 

   Out of curiosity, and a needy itch under your skin, you bring the alien tongue close to your face, barely hesitating before licking between the suckers of the firm muscle. It stiffens under your soft tongue, suckers pulsing erratically, before turning pliant and dancing up along your tongue, the muscle hungrily filling the inside of your mouth. It's warm, saliva a bit sweet and your eyes roll back as it forces your mouth wide, filling until it's gently pushing down your throat. 

    Laid out on your back you let the ring just rest on your face. As the monster manages to work their tongue deep into your throat you actually feel their lips ravage yours through the portal. 

   There's only so much of the deep, stroking licks you can take. There's nowhere to breathe around greedy muscle. 

   You both whine as you drag the portal away, forcibly removing the monster. But it only takes you a second to shove your shorts down.

   Twisting around you kneel wide on your couch. You position the portal below you, quick to slide the slick tongue through your wet folds. The disembodied, satisfied groan has you tossing your head back and dragging the muscle along your body. The motion broken as suckers latch to your skin, to your clit. You do it again, roughly shoving them along, enjoying the greedy way the suckers try to keep hold of you.

   You grind along the appendage, teeth dug into your bottom lip as the tongue flattens along you, the suckers ravishing what they can latch to. The steady pull brings you straight over the edge. You twitch against the muscle, riding out the heady waves before dislodging the tentacle once more, wet little pops filling the air.

   You line the dripping tip to your core. 

   The monster teases their tongue around your spasming hole, cool saliva mixing with your warm juices. The monster pushes in slow, tongue twisting into your heat, exploring each soft wall like it did your mouth. 

   It feels a little funny at first, the way it explores the inside of your body, humans an unknown to this species, but the way it fills you and just keeps filling leaves you drooling over yourself. 

   The monsters tender at first, focused on stroking licks from your entrance to the squishy flesh around your cervix. It buries deep into this space with each stroke, repeatedly rearranging your gut as it pushes as far as your body allows. Then the suckers latch on. 

   You squeal, shooting up and trying to pull away from the sudden intoxicating pleasure. The monster doesn't release you, only sucking along your walls harder, pulsing more than pumping in its lodged position. 

   Unable to stay up you collapse to your couch, face and chest pressed to the cushions. The band stays perfectly in place against your cunt from the tongue inside you. 

    When your walls ache and spasm around the slow, pulsing muscle it suddenly releases you, quickly dragging out to the tip. A rough, thick finger brushing your skin as the monster holds the portal in place. You feel its hot breath fan over your folds. You whine and twitch back against it.

   The moment you get frustrated with the monster's edging and lean away, it shoves all the way back in, the base suckers latching on while the others only kiss along your walls. You're held in place, the monster has full control and uses it to  roughly pump its length through you. 

   It fucks you stupid. That thick muscle filling your cunt until you swear you feel it low in your belly. Pressing into all the hard to reach nerves, hitting them with every squirming thrust. Even as your body spasms, cunt constricting what little it can in your stuffed state, your release gushing through the portal and making a mess on your couch, those base suckers cling to you. 

   The monster wrings three more from your soft walls before it suddenly seizes inside you. It has you so full, still you feel the rush of cool fluid force its way into the lack of space. Another rush of need strokes your belly as the monster slowly slips free, stroking every inch with care to drag out any sensitive aches. The monsters release sticks to your walls, the excess creating a slow trail from your hole.

   There's so much seeping out, dragging up your belly. The release almost reaches your bellybutton before that rough finger reappears. The monster stuffs the thick fluid it can reach back into your hole with obscene wet sounds. You reach and adjust the portal so the monster can push the fluid all the way back up. 

   You lay there dazed and gently rocking your hips to meet the possessive way it shoves its release back inside you.  

   Satisfied with your filled cunt, the monster gives you another thorough lick before softly kissing your hole, finishing with a gentle suck on your clit. It keeps that worshipping attention on your plump nerve, sucking until your spent body gently rolls with another brush of an orgasm. The monster cleans your release, again. 

   Reluctantly, it ends the connection, immediately adding you to their favorite 'free use' list. 

   The portal blinks out and drops to the couch. You stay panting, hips rocking into your cushion for several minutes. Mind replaying every mind numbing stroke of this monster's body exploring yours. 

You really couldn't be bothered to remember how you got here, sat upon your fathers iron throne, naked but not bare to the room. Attached to each breast was a prince from the northern and southern kingdoms. Each pawing at any piece of skin the other isn't, each with their tongues flicking your over used little rose buds, each naked, cocks weeping over your thighs where they kneel. Cum making sticky rivets along your skin to pool on the cold metal with the slick your cunt leaks.

   It isn't until after the third orgasm, you aren't sure whose fingers rewarded you this time,  maybe both of theirs, that the first drops appear. The Demon Prince of the North sat back with a triumphant groan as you whine in humiliation. The Angel Prince of the South sits back in surprise, he didn't know humans made milk, he certainly didn't know the sight of yours would make his spent cock ready to spill again.

   You try to fold in, to hide. The princes are quick to pin you back to the chair, on display as your breast drips. The demon leans in, careful of his horns, lapping at his hard earned reward, a hungry growl rumbling his chest. As your angel dives for his own taste, the demon pushes him back to your other breast. "Work for your own, Halo."

The older demons get a good natured hazing in when the new hire comes back with their hair a mess, clothes slightly askew, big, dark hickeys lining their collar. All the while you are relaxed in your king bed, thoroughly used by the bewildered, well-hung demon.

   What'd you want in exchange for access to your body? Well...you really didn't want to put together that stupid ikea shelf. It now sits nice and snug in your growing library.

   So when you saw a flyer in the coffee shop being hung, advertising a private room within your budget, you jumped on the opportunity. Literally jumped in front of the huge bear hybrid, not stopping to consider if you might be jumping from the frying pan into the fire. 

   "Are there any checks you would need to run? I could pay a few months rent ahead of time if you'd wait to run them until after." You wince, but rush your words out, fighting the embarrassment threatening to close your throat. "I just need a place quickly," you added with an intentional chuckle. 

  Big, honey brown eyes blink down at you, the hybrid pausing with his arms up, still pinning the flyer. You had unintentionally caged yourself between his big chest and the huge bulletin board. You tried to step back and his thick arms dropped to hover just outside your shoulders. The two of you stand frozen for a long moment, the rest of the shop fading into the background as he studied you. 

   You weren't sure what he found in his examination but he eventually leant back. A friendly, sharp toothed grin stretched his full cheeks, but an emotion you couldn't read had his eyes hardening. "No checks necessary, so long as you don't mind the AC set low. We run hot. Need a hand getting your things?" 

  "I have plenty of long sleeves," you said quickly. It was on the tip of your tongue to turn the help down, but your fiance was supposed to be in a meeting until at least six. With the help you could be in and out long before he'd be able to make it from his office to home even if he checked the cameras. As adrenaline leaked into your veins you nodded, "I'd appreciate the help. Yes, please." 

  "Lead the way, roomie. Names Stanfer, by the way." He took another step back, swinging his arm to motion you past him. You still brushed his hefty size. 

  Blushing, you introduced yourself, then with a soft laugh, "I usually have much better manners." 

   "I quite like how you cut straight to it," he reassured you in a pleased rumble. Your blush burned your pretty, furless skin. Stanfer was quickly obsessed with that twinge of red overtaking your flesh. He had to shake away the errant wonder of if you’d like him turning more of you that pretty red.

   It was a pretty quick walk back to your current apartment, a very nice building, way nicer than where he lived. When he said as much to you, you just waved his concern off. You just had to get away from here. 

  When the elevator hit the top floor, a panel slid open and you keyed in the code, not bothering to hide the combination. The doors open to a foyer bigger than his living room, decorated in white and muted blue with a chandelier bigger than the bear himself. Stanfer didn't miss the camera mounted in the corner but thought nothing of it until you swung open the inner door. Walking through the sterilely clean, opulent rooms he knew there wasn't an inch of the apartment that couldn't be seen by one of the cameras. 

   The hybrid wasn't stupid, you were obviously running from someone, but after making a lazy lap through the empty rooms he let out a low whistle. Joining you in a closet off the main room he watched as you stuffed clothes into a bag. He grabbed another and began stuffing in the obvious items. "What am I getting myself into here, Cub?" 

  Your throat rolled with your swallow, delicate fingers pausing for only a moment before continuing to rip sweaters from hooks. You moved to open a few drawers, signaling they belonged to you, fingers now trembling as you began to apologize. Stanfer didn't even hear the words as he moved to wrap you into his thick arms. 

  "Oh, no need for that. I'm not concerned, cub." He wasn't. The hybrid stared directly into the camera, now with the little blue light blinking. He stared and laughed as he felt he could sense your fiance's rage in that slow blink. Staring down that little camera he slipped his fingers into your hair, gently running through the soft waves, a deep, comforting rumble vibrating his chest until your trembling subsides. "Let's finish up and get you home, yeah?" 

  A few bags of clothes, some linens, and your bathroom necessities later you finished off the haul with a small backpack of personal belongings. Stanfer eyed the pile doubtfully, "in all this space, that's all you have?" 

   You shrugged, "I mean the kitchen mixers mine but I don't want to drag that thing all the..." Your words drifted off as he confidently strode towards the kitchen, coming back with the heavy lilac mixer with little flowers etched into the base. 

   Stanfer easily loaded the two bags still on the floor onto his shoulder, before slipping the ones you had loaded yourself down with onto his free arm. Holding all of your belongings you wanted to bring, the bear gave the impression of carrying all the weight of a kitten. 

  The two of you made a quick exit, the whole excursion under half an hour. The more distance put between you and that apartment, the more the anxiety ebbs from your tense form. Small talk flowed as you made your way across the city to where the buildings slowly gave way to bigger parks, neighborhoods, and plots of land. A trip through the subway, then several blocks to a bus, finished by two miles of walking. It didn't matter, Stanfer carried your things with an easy smile, and the conversation less winded than you.

  Finally, Stanfer lead you up the driveway of a modest cabin mostly hidden between a wall of trees. The steady buzz of the city had faded away and for a moment you felt states away. The cabin had a wrapping porch with furniture built to accommodate the hybrid's larger bulk. Inside, the custom furniture continued and you eyed the oversized couch, already lamenting the hours you will throw away in favor of curling up for a good nap. 

  To the left of the living room was the kitchen, dining, utility and a half bath. To the right was an L shaped hall leading to the three rooms and a hall bath. Stanfer had the master suite and the room at the end of the hall belonged to your second house mate. Leaving you in the middle room with plenty of space, featuring big windows overlooking the sloping backyard.

  At the sight of the huge four poster bed in the center of the room you frown. "Could I borrow a set of sheets? No way my queen sets fit that." He laughed, deposited your bags gently in the corner, and went to retrieve new bedding, already having left your mixer in its new spot on the kitchen counter. 

 The hybrid came back and made the bed for you, bringing an extra set of pillows and a small mountain of blankets and pelts. Meanwhile, you stuffed necessary clothes into drawers and left the rest in their bag to hang later. You made a smaller tote dedicated to your soaps and other bathroom necessities to easily carry back and forth, not wanting to overload the limited shelving with your many products. 

  Just as you were each finishing your tasks Stanfer heard the click of the front door, informing you your housemate had just got home. You followed the bear back to the living space, unable to see anything past his broad chest. 

  "Back already? Figured you'd be out doing flyers for a few more hours." You heard the new man drop onto the couch, his voice taunting and vaguely familiar in its sultry melody. 

  "Went better than I anticipated," Stanfer chuckled as he stepped aside revealing you.

  You freeze as you take in your new housemate. 

   His body isn't slender but sleek, not bunched muscle but built for raw power. Thick thighs stretch the material of his tight running shorts, any definition to his v-line hidden under a patch of fine, shiny black fur. His bare chest gleaming with a layer of sweat. A panther hybrid. Your ex-fiance's panther hybrid half-brother, to be exact.

   Meriq's vivid orange eyes crinkle with intrigue as he scans you. "Reader," disapproval leaking into his melodic purr as he drags out your name. "You should've called." 

   As the hybrid slowly curls forward, one elbow bracing over his knee, ready to pounce, Stanfer swings his head between you in disbelief. "You know each other?" 'Know' was a bit strong for your relationship with your would-be brother-in-law. He'd been at a handful of family events your fiance seemed to endlessly have popping up. 

  When your abusive ex demanded you stay far from his brother, that he was far worse than him, you did. At the third event you were both attending, Meriq managed to corner you in a powder room at the back of the venue. While you stood shaking, deliberating the effectiveness of screaming, he'd brushed his fingers down your jaw, eyes fixed on bruises you knew were impeccably hidden under layers of corrective makeup. Still, he knew. 

   His voice had been unexpectedly soft, but there was an undercurrent of danger as he spoke. "I know my brother under that mask. If you call I'll come." You didn't respond and he said nothing more, only slipped your phone from your open bag and waited for your password. You didn't have a chance to resist when the device used your face to grant him access. The panther entered his number, returned your phone, and was out of the room as silently as he'd entered. 

  He watched you at every event after that but never approached you again. You had completely forgotten you had the lethal hybrids number.

   You respond to Stanfer's question with a, "not really" just as Meriq says, "we do." Your cheeks blaze at the implication and know your expression wasn't doing much to counter it. 

 "He's my ex’s brother," you huff out the explanation, glaring at the smug expression your scrambling gives the panther. "I've literally never spoken to him."

   "But I spoke to you, pup." Meriq tilts his head, voice even, unassuming, but his position has you edging behind Stanfer. Meriq follows the movement with a spark of amusement. 

  You know he doesn't think you're amusing, the fact that you think you may be able to hide from him is funny. "I forgot about that," you say weakly. You mostly had forgotten the hybrid. There were more pressing matters, like your fiance's boot. Even so, you wouldn't have called his brother for help. 

  A smile stretches slowly, his tongue rolling out over his elongated incisors. You feel a dull ache between your legs. "Well, I'll be sure to make a longer lasting impression." You swallow heavily as he finally rises and stalks toward you. Stanfer stays in his spot, mostly blocking you, but watches on with no attempt to hide his own intrigue. Meriq stands over you for a long moment before whispering, "welcome home, pup," as he passes by you, chuckling as he leaves down the hall. 

   You stand there biting back the heat curling in your belly from his taunting. Stanfer turns and raises his brows at you, his own low baritone rumbling out a laugh. "This just got a whole lot more interesting." You swat the big bear's arm, he only laughs harder and pats his thick fingers on your head. "Come on, help me get lunch started. I'm starving." 

For over a decade you've worked on the very small medical team for The Pitts, an underground fighting ring allowing monsters and humans into the ropes. The endless stream of broken bones, blood soaked clothes, and blistering, scorched flesh was, for lack of better words, a comfortable monotony. Beaten bodies come in, you clean, dress, or set them and the monster or human goes to sign up for another fight. That monotony only broken up by the occasional corpse getting rolled in, unusual as the refs made efforts to prevent the fights going that far, but not unheard of.

You didn't realize how fragile that monotony was. Until it was broken by a golden, company pen you didn't care to keep.

You didn't give a second thought to off-handing the ridiculously weighted pen to the orc who had been staring it down the entire time you ticked at his chart. Rookie move for someone who'd worked around monsters for so long. Everyone knows orcs love gold.

Now you have a seven and a half foot orc who seems to need your medical expertise from the moment he steps into the building.

Like right now. "Weird that I can never find the source of the bleeding," you comment with just a hint of accusation as you clean the blood along Kuhren's temple. He's so big, even sat on the examination table you need a step stool for full access to his head. Though you were sure you hadn't positioned the stool to leave you between the orcs thighs. You could just move it back to the side, but this angle makes checking both sides of his head much easier.

You didn't complain at the increase in Kuhren's visits, and you don't complain now as his large hands rest against the expanse of your hips. "I heal quick," his usual excuse, you're certain is a lie. "The examination room is booked for another twenty-seven minutes."

'Room' was a bit generous for the small, curtain partitioned space that left them maybe fifty feet from one of the other healers. Still, that's how you find yourself bent over your own exam table, one of those big hands wrapped tight around your mouth to muffle your moans, Kuhren dragging his heavy length out to the tip before slowly plunging back into your soaked walls.

When you desperately grind back, trying to make him speed up Kuhren rewards you with with his spare hand tugging roughly at your nipples before pawing at the soft flesh, the hand at your mouth used to arch you up for him. "You're so wet Baby. If I go faster everyone's going to hear this sweet pussy." You can't stop the way you clench down on the thick cock stuffed inside you, and Kuhren notices just how his words effect you. "You like that dirty girl?"