Wrong.

 Quite the opposite, the mixed hybrids or not as high status kind got to live like the other race, go to jobs, have families.

 The expensive ones were raised in special care centers, don't get me wrong, it was so luxurious you could barely complain about anything. But growing up in an environment where you're treated as a pet, a treasure, and not a person did irrefutable damage.

 One of the top tier pure breeds.

A perfect, fluffy tail and groomed hair, skin. Perky ears and doe eyes nobody could deny.

Not to mention your friendly temperament and need to be clingy, perfect to be loved and coddled.

 The kind of hybrid you could flaunt to anyone and they'd understand what kind of wealth you have.

Nobody had even offered to take you in, too high maintenance, too time consuming, not enough money.

 Until one day.

 You were out playing with some other of your hybrid friends, tossing around some designer frisbee and running around the perfectly trimmed lawn in the spacious backyard of the estate that housed you.

 You heard your name being called, ears flitting to where the sound same, the disk forgotten in your hands.

 Shoko Leiri, the woman that's practically been a mother figure to you for these past nineteen or so years, was calling you with excitement in her tone.

 You quickly said bye to the other dog hybrids and bounced over, tail wagging, already excited for whatever she was calling you for.

 "I'd like you to meet someone, let's go get you dressed up, yeah?"

 You gladly took her hand and let the staff give you a quick bath and dying session.

Some sort of flowy dress was pulled over your head, hair brushed and put in a cute style. The staff wanted to give you some makeup but you started whining, being too impatient to sit through some beauty salon.

Obviously, all of this was so the person who was willing to pay top dollar would be impressed.

 Shoko walked with you to the waiting and payment room, giving you a loving hug and wishing you the best before other staff ladies ushered you further in.

 And impressed... he...was?

 You couldn't tell what expression this blonde man had... your big eyes scanning over where his hair faded into black tips, his sharp eyes with the most perfect looking glare as he watched some shaky, intimidated woman behind the counter scan his heavy metal debit card.

 You heard her speak his name- Naoya Zen'in.

 He had piercings in his ears... and when he spoke you could swear he was grinning, just a bit. The man spoke in some dialect that sounded rather cute but in that odd cocky way.

As if all of this was just like buying groceries and inconveniencing him.

 Your tail started to wag behind you, slowly shifting your weight to one foot and then to the other, and then back and forth.

You watched him just accept the other products the lady was trying to sell him, some sort of premium metal muzzle with embedded jewels, a leash intertwined with carbon and a new, fresh leather collar.

Naoya just waved his hand around and accepted it all. Not caring about the price.

 He finally turned to you, giving you a look after realising you were standing and staring.

 "Come on then, you're mine now. Don't be slow."

  You obediently ran after him, staying close while heading out of the estates halls.

You would be lying if you said that somewhere in your peanut brain the feeling of sadness didn't creep in. You would miss the place you grew up- but your sudden nostalgia trip was interrupted by Naoya shoving the doors open and a gust of wind fluttering through your hair.

  The drive was on the most part silent, save for the soft tune of a song playing from the console.

 You were sitting in the backseat… where he put you, eyes following the buildings and people the car passed, ears perking up each time you saw someone who was also part animal.

 "What do you even eat, human food right? Or do i have to buy you kibble or something…" Naoya spoke up, glancing back at you through the rear view mirror, stopped at a red light.

 "I like cake." You perked up, turning your face to smile at him.

 He grimaced a bit before turning back, the green light now showing.

  In all honesty, Naoya knew nothing about having a hybrid. He'd seen them around but paid no mind. He was a traditional man.

Ah, the other members at the Zen'in clan estate would take care of you.

 He only wanted you as a trophy to flaunt anyways. Many of the clansmen had them by now, he needed to one up everyone.

  The Zen'in clan.

  You bounced out of the vehicle, taking in the fresh air and the vast nature scene around the front gates.

Your tail was wagging around, ears stood up-

  A BUTTERFLY.

  Obviously you had to chase it!

  Unable to take a few steps or stretch your arms up for it, a firm hand clutched your upper arm and began to guide you toward the stone path that extended deeper in.

 "Pathetic… hurry up, don't make me drag you by the ears." He scoffed, not amused by your whimsy.

You just pouted and let him guide you, eyes flicking back to the fluttering bug looking for flowers.

 The vast, traditional Japanese open air estate came into view. A handful of women were doing the laundry in a sunny corner.

A few clansmen looked like they were taking a break from training by a koi pond. The red fish swimming in slow circles, matching the peaceful atmosphere.

 Naoya didn't even glance at the people, focused on getting you inside, grip a bit too rough on your flesh.

 You smiled and waved with your free hand at the women when they noticed your arrival- getting the same response before a sliding shoji door sealed you inside of a main hallway with the blonde.

He let go of your arm and made a show of wiping his palm in his hakama pants side.

 You blinked and he had disappeared somewhere, stood alone in the… rather suffocating hall.

 "Ah! You must be the… girl Naoya said he would bring! Please, follow me. You must be hungry. I'm Minami. " A sweet looking woman appeared after a moment, already showing you her guiding hand.

Minami was just another servant in the household, by her soft tone and kind eyes you could tell it was safe to relax again.

 You padded along, tail slightly twitching and ears turned every which way and listening to the rooms you passed being used by other clansmen or staff.

 This was so different from what you were used to living in the hybrid care estate.

 You didn't see your new "owner" for the rest of the day, this Minami woman showed you your new room and gave you a little tour.

 Sitting alone in a room wasn't something you weren't used to, but for some reason it felt different.

You've heard such nice things about finally having a home, having a human love you so dearly they never wanted to leave your side. Or how wonderful it was to have someone special to you.

 The soft nightgown and silk pillow you laid your head on felt awfully cold, ears laid flat against your skull.

  The next time you even saw Naoya was at a breakfast table, dressed in a more traditional but casual kimono Minami and some other kind lady had helped you in.

 You quietly ate, feeling uneasy.

Even your tail refused to move.

 Naoya sat at the head of the table, sipping on tea with one hand, the other picking apart the food on the plate in front of him.. "What's the matter, you were so full of life yesterday." He commented, not even glancing your way as he used a chopstick to slice the omelette over his rice in half.

 You perked up at his voice, eyes trying to find his. "Oh! Just getting used to this place! Were you busy yesterday? You just poofed! " The tone in your voice was light and curious, meal forgotten, tail starting to swish around behind the chair and ears standing up straight.

 The blonde finally spared you a glance before leaning back. "Don't ask stupid questions. You don't need to know where i am all the time. And lower your tone, it's annoying." He lightly scoffed.

 Well… that made your mood drop again- ears going back to being droopy and the fluffy thing behind you halting its movements.

  The past few days were like this. Seeing him at meal times, maybe you got to spend some time with him while walking outside or some meeting he thought to show you off at, but it seemed like he wasn't keen on you at all.

You liked attention and having some company, so you tried your best to stick by Naoya's side everywhere you went.

But that lead to him scolding you for everything you did.

 While working out or training, you tried to play and keep yourself occupied, just wanting to be near.

But you could hear that same accented voice yell at you from afar mid stretching.

"Stop running around like that, you look stupid!"

 Or, god forbid you got spooked by an animal that had found its way into the estate grounds.

You would run to Naoya, all shaky and arfing, ears flat against your skull and tail trembling between your thighs.

"Stop barking, it's just a cat. God... shut up."

 The times he was most annoyed when you tried to offer Naoya "gifts" or subtly get him to pay some attention to you. Even tossing a stick would make your day. But he didn't.

"How many times do i have to tell you not to bring those damn branches to me! I'm not playing with you, stupid mutt."

 At clan member gatherings he would take you as arm candy, a strong arm loosely around your middle and large palm resting over your hip to keep you close. One of the few times you felt liked by him… maybe because you didn't yap as much then.

At first, you thought this meant things were getting better, that maybe the way he held you close in front of others meant he was finally growing fond of you. You smiled, bowed when introduced, and stayed quiet when he needed you to.

But when the guests left and the laughter faded from the halls, Naoya would simply let go of you as if nothing had happened. The warmth you felt under his arm cooled as soon as it appeared.

   The room you stayed in grew colder the longer you lived here, that suffocation you felt the moment he brought you in here had only gotten worse.

 One day you broke down in the middle of the night, hugging a pillow to your chest while large teardrops rolled down your soft cheeks and dropping into the shiny fabric.

You didn't like it here one bit. Shoko would have let you sleep in her bed and pet you, tell you sweet nothings to help you calm down from your emotions.

 Your bare feet made you get up, tear-stained pillow forgotten on your futon.

You really shouldn't be doing this, maybe the nights sleeping alone without even a goodnight from your supposed human were making you desperate.

 The quiet padding of you making your way through the dim hallway filled the quiet space.

You didn't know where his room was, as he had never even let you follow him to it, but you did know what Naoya smelt like. The expensive, woody, and a bit sterile cologne he used brought you right to heavier shoji doors at the end of the long hall.

 You sniffled, taking a short breath and just pushing the doors open without knocking, not even bothering to wipe away the wet streaks off of your skin, not hiding the redness around your waterline and glossy eyes.

 Naoya, bare chested and looking focused, was sat in the middle of his lush bed, a few lights on besides it to illuminate the pages of the book he was reading.

The sound of the door opening and someone shuffling inside made him lift his brow, lips down-turning into a frown, eyes immediately snapping upwards to the intruder. You.

 "The hell are you doing here? Who said you could barge in, you mu-" He was already sitting up straighter, not wanting to deal with whatever you had to bother him with now.

 A small cry left you from his sharp tone which made him pause, hesitating to finish that sentence.

You padded over to the bedside, blocking the light.

Your sad little face almost made his heart soften, almost.

You sniffled again, fingers clinging on to the fabric of the nightgown, bottom lip quivering, looking like some kicked puppy, tail tucked between your legs.

He hadn't seen you cry yet, not this upset. Even after he'd scold or nag at you, you wouldn't look so distraught.

 Naoya sighed, shutting the book and lifting the covers.

 A silent invitation.

  That's how you found yourself climbing into the bed with him, arms finding his middle, wet face burying in his warm chest, legs tangled.

 You thought he would just let you cling to him a bit before sending you back to bed or kicking you out of his space.

But a pair of strong arms gathered you closer, the duvet neatly tugged over your shoulders and the lights flicked off.

 Was he actually holding you?

You didn't dare move, sniffling against the welcoming skin.

 "Calm down. Don't use me as some tissue, dumb girl." He mumbled against the top of your head, a thumb gently rubbing your back.

 "I don't like being alone…" You admitted, trying to burrow deeper into him.

"Is that what this is about?"

"Mhm…"

"…How bothersome. But i guess i don't want a snotty puppy clinging to me."

 He wasn't saying it outright, but it felt like he was telling you to stay in his room for tonight.

   Things changed.

  Now you sat closer to him at breakfast, he let you ramble for a bit more than usual before shutting you up.

 Naoya? Going on a walk with you?

Yeah, that was happening too.

 Just around the gardens and training grounds, but he let you tag along.

  He brought you to a Hei meeting, trusting you to be silent enough.

You had to sit on a pillow on your knees beside him, but that was fine.

 While the conversations of the elders dragged on, your head got heavier and heavier…

Until it landed right against Naoya's thigh, a small yawn leaving your lips as you shifted closer to his seat.

 The other men paid no mind, some chuckling about the sleepy hybrid looking like a tired puppy.

Naoya placed a hand on your head, nails lightly scratching behind your ear, as if this was normal behaviour, and continued the topic at hand.

  He did still flaunt you at times, when someone asked about your breed, he got to mention how expensive you were. But without being prompted he didn't do so.

The original plan of why he even had you seemed to be forgotten.

  Naoya was still Naoya and would be mean if you bothered him too much.

 Like on a hot day, just trying to relax on the engawa with a fan and looser summer clothes.

You came bouncing up behind him, giggling while trying to wrap yourself around his shoulders, clearly acting a bit too clingy for his liking right now.

 "You dumb mutt- it's too hot for this shit, get someone else to stick to!"

  "But Naoyaaa look! This flower is for you!" You whined right against his hair, trying to show a pretty bloom you'd seen.

 "Did you rip something out from the gardens again? Bad girl." He scolded, shoving you off.

You stumbled back, letting out a pathetic whine and slumped away.

But the flower was left on the engawa behind Naoya.

He definitely didn't pick it up and keep it safe. Not at all.

  Remember how Naoya knows little to nothing about hybrids?

  He hadn't even bothered to ask if you still had heats or not.

And obviously you did.

You were a PURE BREED. Who would neuter you??

Anyone who spays or castrates expensive hybrids are idiots…

i digress.

Because this was now a problem.

A problem Naoya wasn't exactly ready for.

  It was the end of summertime, and your cycle had started.

 -

You had had a few heats, but the hybrid care center usually just gave you suppressants, having you skip the whole breeding thing as they didn't want you to suffer trough it without a mate.

 -

 Not that you knew, you just felt fuzzier and cuddlier than usual right now. Nothing seemed amiss. For the start of the week.

Later on you grew more sensitive, any time Naoya gave you a pat on the head or even looked at you for too long this hot feeling deep in your tummy started to bloom.

 It had only gotten worse, feeling uncomfortably warm and needy the moment you woke up.

 Naoya was in his study, piano lid still open and a few score sheets scattered about.

You had padded in, in that nightgown you liked wearing as pajamas, kicking the door shut with the back of your heel, face a nervous, flushed shade, tail a bit shaky. Your panties were soaked by now, it was a surprise slick hadn't started dripping down your legs.

 The pheromones were rolling off of you like waves- obviously Naoya didn't sense anything as he was a human.

But if he did…

 The blonde was lazily sprawled in some armchair by a large desk, busy with looking over some new agreements and trades between the three big clans.

 He was used to you wandering in and wanting to get some attention by now, just spreading his thighs open, the white hakama pants parting for an inviting little spot he knew you'd want to sit in.

 You let out a small whimper from the sight, Naoya paid no mind and kept flipping through a folder.

 You walked up beside him, leaning down to nuzzle your face into his hair, taking a long breath, tail behind you wagging at a suspiciously fast speed, and your ears were a bit twitchy...panting against his head.

 You were this close to grinding against the side of the armchair but decided against it because he shot you a look.

 "What's up with you? Getting all weird on me again. I'm busy. Behave or leave, stupid girl." Naoya glared through his eyelashes up at you, but didn't close the spot between his legs.

 You didn't reply, lowering yourself on your hands and knees and crawling in your new favorite spot.

 Your head laid on his inner thigh, arms hugging one of his calves, looking pitiful while trying to engulf his whole leg.

 Naoya went back to skimming trough the agreement.

  Not even five minutes passed when you felt a sudden flash of heat run trough you, the short pain making you unable to sit still- now squirming around and nuzzling your face deeper in his lap, ending up riiiight between his thighs…. it smelt so good, you had to nose against it, something big and soft hiding underneath the layers of fabric.

 "Hey- what the hell are you doing? Get out of there!" He groaned, a hand reaching down to pull your head up by the hair, not being gentle at all.

 Your flushed face came into view, lash line rimmed red with tears threatening to spill out, tongue poking out from your pouty lips.

 "What are you cryin' about now?"

 "H..hurts…"

 "Hurts? What?" Naoya let go of your hair, opting to forget the documents entirely and just to cup your face, using a thumb to catch the few tears trying to roll down.

 You let out a small moan from the touch, trying to nuzzle deeper into his palms.

 "Feel hot…." you whine again, shifting to sit over his foot, thighs squeezing around his leg.

 And then he felt you try to roll your aching cunt down on his damn foot, your fingers practically clawing into his thigh. The slick definitely was being rubbed all over his sock.

  He let go of your face, confusion written all over his handsome features.

 You just kept making sad noises, leaning back down to smush your face against his crotch.

 "Please help… make it stop… mmnh.. smell so good.."

 "The fuck are you humping me for? Stop that." He hissed, hips shifting once you tried to lick at the fabric of his pants.

"You look like some dog in heat."

 Oh.

Ohhhhh…

 "Shit."

 Naoya's hands came back down to pull your face away from his (very obviously hardening cock) lap, using one hand to grab your face, cheeks squished together to make you into an even sadder look.

"Poor girl… are you all horny because of some stupid cycle?"

You nod your head, trying to lick his fingers.

 "I'm not helping you. I don't touch anything besides actual women." He scoffed, trying to act like he didn't care one bit about your predicament, but his eyes kept looking down on the way the nightgown shifted, how his damn ankle and top of his foot was wet with your juices by now.

 You parted your lips to whine about his words, a thumb getting shoved in place instead, pressing down on your drooly tongue, your hands moving up to hold on to his forearm.

 "B..but..mnhn..nheed…it.. pluhease… another.. h..hybrid thenuh.."

  That made him think for a bit.

 Naoya didn't want some other man's hands on you… even of your own race.

A look of jealousy flashed in his narrowed eyes, fingers digging harsher into your cheek and thumb reaching for the back of your throat- for you to fully not be able to speak.

 "Don't even suggest that. You're mine. I told you so the first day i got you."

 Your ears drooped down flat to your head, tail all puffed up behind you- drool started to spill past his finger, dribbling down your chin.

 Your hips hadn't changed their movement, trying to bump your pulsing clit against something.

  "…Does it really hurt?" He softened up a bit finally.

 You just nodded your head, babbling nonsense around his digit.

  "Fine. I guess i can do something about it… this time."

 You couldn't even express your thanks before he was meanly pulling you up by the shoulders, the thumb leaving your lips with a small POP.

 You gasped and were now nicely straddled on his thigh, large hands sliding underneath the fabric of the nightgown and fingers grabbing into your waist, pushing you down-

 and then…mm and then he flexed the muscle in his thigh and pushed it up to your pathetically wet pussy.

The cotton of your panties not stopping any of this.

 The sounds you made had Naoya grinning, watching you throw your head back and try to grind down, fabric shifting against fabric.

 "Awww… look at you, riding my thigh. Feels better now, yeah?"

 You nodded and said something incoherent back, a hand finding his shoulder to hold on to, the other was pulling at his dark blue kimono.

 A light smack was delivered to your cheek- for you to focus.

 "Big girl words, use them. I don't own some incompetent mutt now, do i?"

 "Yeshss…yes… feel better… feel soso..g..gh..good.." You tried to nod your head, ears flopping back and forth.

 "Good girl." He praised.

 Those two words had you moaning louder than before, poor cunt clenching around nothing and your hands trying to get under his clothes to feel Naoya's skin.

 "How cute. You like being praise? Such a good slut, hm?"

You just nodded your head again.

 While you were busy getting blissed by dryhumping his thigh, you hadn't noticed a hand had let go of your hip, reaching up and tugging the front of your nightgown down, spilling your tits out for the blonde to watch.

Not that you really cared in this moment.

  "You were trying to get your face on my dick moments ago, did you already forget about that?"

"Wha-"

 The sensation was soon gone and he had shoved you off, back to the floor.

 You let out a cry, already trying to hug his leg again.

 Naoya stood up, looking down at you with that cocky look, the corner of his mouth grinning.

 You glanced up and right above you there was a shadow.

A shadow of what?

Of a huge bulge straining trough the loose hakama.

 Your breath hitched- already trying to grab at his pants, tugging at the laces that held it up on the sides.

 "So impatient." He chuckled, but let you have at it.

 Soon enough a heaaavvyy, hot and delicious cock was falling on your face.

It was almost as long as it too-

 Your hands held on to the backs of his thighs, nuzzling and whimpering against the girthy thing.

 "Adorable. Are you trying to scent it or somethin'? You want it all to yourself? Right, stupid puppy?"

 You nodded your head, already parting your lips to try and taste it, to run your tongue across the veins and pinkish tip.

  God, it filled your whole throat.

 He had let you have your fun for maybe half a minute before his hands found your hair, making you unhinge your jaw so he could sliiiide right in.

 The sight of your tearful eyes rolling back each time he thrusted forward- and a gob of drool escaping around the thick shaft had him grace you with a few low grunts.

 Naoya's hands found your ears, tugging on them to bring you forwards to match his pace.

 All you could sense was the lovely taste of his precum spilling down your throat and how the skin of his pelvis met your nose, how your throat felt so perfectly filled-

 But then he abruptly pulled out and dragged you up by the shoulders again, stumbling up to your feet.

 Your eyes tried to focus up at him but a small yelp left you after a hand reached between your slick covered thighs and smacked your cunt, the wet fabric making a filthy sound against his fingers.

 "Off."

 He didn't have to say it twice, quickly sliding the cotton fabric clinging to your folds down.

 oomph-

 He lifted you up, sitting you up on the desk and making space between your thighs, helping you lay back against the expensive wood.

 All you could see was a lightly flushed Naoya above you, a hand cupping one of your tits while another slid between your legs, fingers gathering the slick that was pouring out and prodding it back inside.

 "So messy… would you even feel if i…"

 Your lips made a small O shape, hands gripping onto the edge of the desk because two fingers slid inside of you so easily, finding all the nooks and crannies..

"O..oh…oo.."

"ooohhhh… " He mocked back the sounds you made, laughing a bit before scissoring the two digits back and forth, watching them spread you open.

 The other hand thumbed at your nipple, making the bud get all perky.

  He didn't do much besides finger you, rub your pulsing nerve bundle at times.

 All while his weepy cock was in sight, teasing you- tempting you.

 He was edging you, a glint in his eyes whenever your chest started to heave heavier, your tummy clenching underneath the nightgown.

 "Naoo..naooya….nn..nao…" You finally cried out after it was too much, ears flat against your skull and tail tapping against his thigh.

 "Yes? Is something wrong?"

"Cum… wanna cum… ple..please…" You cry, mumbling all the words together, nose scrunching up.

 "Ohhh… you need to finish, is that it? Well why didn't you just say so. Silly girl." Another light slap to your face.

  It felt like heaven when he finally pulled his fingers out and something muuuch bigger replaced them, your buttery walls trying to suck it in from excitement.

  The whole desk shook and the shoji doors definitely weren't muffling any of the pornographic moans that left you OR him.

Naoya had started to sound whiny himself when his orgasm neared, laying his forehead against yours, your thighs tightly wrapped around his waist while he fucked into you as if he hadn't gotten any in ages.

Not because you felt so good he thought he might start crying too- not that.

 But you still felt satiated, cooling down after cumming around his dick, walls fluttering and breathing calming down, tail lazily wagging.

 Obviously Naoya couldn't knot you, and he wasn't stupid enough to give you a creampie. So you got painted like a pretty picture instead.

  He did get softer after seeing your blissed out state, helping you off the desk and just gathering you up in his arms, taking you for a hot bath and bundling you up for a nap.

You swore you could feel a gentle kiss being placed on your forehead right before you let the exhaustion seep in.

  The late morning and afternoon slowly passed, the heat finally settling after the well needed rest and you woke up right before the sun was setting.

 In Naoya's room.

 He wasn't there, but a little cake was on the nightstand without a note.

 He remembered.

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