Hybrid Daycare Episode 2
Calling these episodes instead of parts because this isnāt gonna be a consistent series perse, but more like a slice of life show with almost no plot and zero stakes. Some Lucky Star type shit yk.
New CWs: hole inspection, switch reader implied, breeding kink language used, femdom, chastity cage as punishment (not on reader), mentions of daddy/mommy kink language
Part 1- Hybrid Masterlist
When you and your new puppy friend hooked up in your own cages, the adrenaline distorted your sense of time. Yet as you came down from your orgasm, you looked back at the clock hanging on the wall.
It had only been ten minutes.
You glanced over at the schedule tacked up onto the wall; twenty minutes of naptime remained. You laid back down, figuring you may as well try to fall asleep as before shutting your eyes. You exhaled, trying to relax.
You were quickly interrupted by the feeling of a finger poking you on your side.
āHeyā¦ā the puppy whispered as he poked you again. āDidā¦did I do okay?ā
āHuh?ā You didnāt even bother to open your eyes. āOh, yeah. That was fun.ā
āDid I do good?ā His ears twitched.
Right. Puppy.
You let out a sigh. āYes, you did good.ā
It was like the word activated something in his brain, a wide smile on his face as he rolled onto his back. āYayā¦ā he trailed off, content. āI wish thoughā¦ā he pressed his face back up against the bars. āI wish I could cuddle with you. Youāre all soft.ā
āJust wait until after naptime, then we can do whatever.ā
Silence lingered, and you attempted to sleep once more, curling up under your blankets. You felt yourself start to doze off, until-
āPsssssssst.ā
You whipped your head around. āWhat?ā
āWhat do you like to do when youāre not reading?ā
āā¦I donāt know, sleep?ā
āOh. Okay.ā He kept staring at you, as if expecting you to say something else. āLike, now?ā
āNo, Iām laying here with my eyes closed for fun.ā
āā¦really?ā
āNo, Iām trying to sleep. You should probably do the same.ā
āBut Iām not tired.ā
āWellā¦ā you rolled over, your back facing him as your tail danced from side to side. āFind someone else to bother then for a bit. Iām sleeping.ā
Somehow, he managed to leave you alone. When you woke up, he was still in his cage, scanning the room diligently.
āWhat are you doing?ā You mumbled as you sat up.
āIām protecting you,ā he smiled, attendants slowly coming around to unlock the cages.
Once you both were free, he moved back over to you, nuzzling his face in your neck. āCan we cuddle together now?ā He asked, tail wagging. āPleaseā
You sighed; it was only fair to give him some attention after all⦠that. āSure. But I donāt wanna get in trouble for staying in here, letās find our spot.ā
The window was once again, unclaimed. Honestly? You were worried someone sooner or later would find out about the charm of its location, and steal it from you. However, it seemed most of the other hybrids had gathered by a different window, one towards the front of the room.
Your ears twitched as you tried to listen in on what they were discussing.
āItās not even raining anymore.ā
āWe donāt have to go in the mud.ā
āItās not cold, either.ā
āYeah, but thereās always someone who goes in the mud anyways, and ruins it for everyone else. Thatās why they make everyone stay inside when it rains.ā
The schedule answered your next question; now was supposed to be outdoor playtime, but it appeared the weather didnāt permit it, everyone relegated to more indoor playtime. Frankly, you were overjoyed at this revelation.
āAwwā¦ā the puppy sighed, wistfully staring out the window as you got comfortable. āI wanna go roll around in the mudā¦ā he lamented.
āIāll tell you right now, you do that and cuddling is off the table.ā You couldnāt fathom how someone could find such an activity to be pleasant.
āOkayā¦ā he groaned, flopping down into your chest, his voice muffled by your breasts. āDo you ever play outside?ā
You shook your head. āNope.ā
It was as if you had dropped a bomb on him. āWhat? Why?!ā
āIām an indoor cat, bud,ā you responded nonchalantly, not even looking up from your reading. You had given up on trying to read to him, going back to the book you had started with.
āWhy?ā
āBecause Iām allergic to the sun.ā
He peered over your book, āreally?ā
āNo, that was a joke.ā
āOhā¦well, what do you do by yourself then?ā
You shrugged. āRead. TV. Play a game, plenty of things.ā And scratch the couch, and the carpet, and the rugā¦you thought, keeping those hobbies to yourself.
āHuhā¦ā he looked up at the ceiling, moving lower to sit between your legs. āI wanna go home.ā
You set your book down, letting out a sigh as you started to play with his hair; the last thing you wanted was for him to start crying again. āWhy?ā
āIām bored. And I miss my ownersā¦but I need to get better at missing them. Thatās why they put me here.ā
āWait, wait, wait. You have two owners?ā
He nodded, āmmhmm. I have a daddy owner and a mommy owner. Sometimes, I get to sleep in their bed, and they hug me and kiss me,ā he smiled, leaning into your touch. āAnd then they play with me, like how we played earlier.ā He let out a dreamy sigh, clearly fantasizing the idea.
You resumed reading your book. āLucky you.ā Admittedly, you were a bit jealous. Your master played with you, that was for sure, butā¦he was kind of a dick.
āYeah, theyāre both so pretty, itās so much nicer there than the shelterā¦ā he trailed off. āBut Iām bad at missing them. I got in trouble, and thatās why Iām here.ā
āWhatād you do?ā
āUhā¦ā he sat up, sitting on your lap. āDo you know how the phone works?ā
You shrugged, āsorta.ā You had never used one, but you got the idea.
āWell, they both have jobs, and they told me to call them if I needed to, butā¦I called them too muchā¦I just got nervousā¦their house is really big, and when Iām there by myself, itās kinda scary!ā
You cracked a small smile, visualizing him sitting next to the phone, calling one of his owners at the slightest sound.
āSo thatās why Iām here. Iām uhā¦what was the wordā¦ā he snapped his fingers as he tried to remember it. āCodeā¦coā¦ā
āCodependent?ā
āYeah! That one. What about you? Whats your owner like?ā
āHmmā¦ā you thought about how to describe your relationship with your owner. Well, no reason to sugarcoat anything.
āHeās an asshole,ā you shrugged.
He looked as if you had just confessed to a murder, eyes wide in disbelief. āā¦what? Why?ā
āHeās just kind of a dick.ā
āWhy? Does he hit you?ā
āOh, no, no, God, no.ā You said with a nervous laugh.
āCause theyāre not supposed to do that, you know!ā
āNo, no, he justā¦ā you trailed off. āHeā¦well, letās just say he has a weird way of showing affection. He can say mean things, but heās usually just joking. But he lets me sleep in his bed, and he pets me for hours while we watch movies, andā¦ā
Maybe you did miss your owner.
The puppy nodded his head as he listened. āDo you love him?ā
āEhā¦thatās a bit of a loaded question,ā you said as you pet his hair.
āWhy? I love everyone,ā he sang, nuzzling against you. āEveryone is my friend, they just donāt know it yet!ā
Spoken like a true puppy.
Even if his question was innocent, you found yourself pondering it for longer than youād like to admit.
Soon enough, the day came to a close. Everyone gathered their things, waiting for their owners to arrive. The puppyās tail wagged back and forth as he stared at the doorway, laser-focused.
You werenāt as obvious as he was, butā¦you were ready to go home. The day couldāve gone worse, sure, but nothing could top being in your own bed with a fuzzy blanket.
You watched as the puppy ran over to his owner; a bearded man with dark hair and clearly defined bags under his eyes, wearing hospital scrubs under a sweatshirt.
He looked exhausted.
Yet even so, his expression softened as his puppy excitedly ran towards him. The puppy was a few inches taller than his owner, but knelt down in front of him without question. His owner pet his head, eyes filled with prideful admiration towards his pup.
You couldnāt stare for long, interrupted by your owner calling your name.
āOver here, silly.ā
You looked towards your left, and there he was.
You walked over to him, passing by the puppy and his owner along the way. His owner held his face, looking him over. āWhat happened to your nose, buddy?ā
Oh shit. Oh no.
You walked just a little faster over to your owner.
He gave you a slight smile, patting you on the head; unlike your friend, your master seemed to tower over you. āHey, you survived. Make any enemies?ā
āWe need to go. We need to go now.ā You werenāt in the mood for jokes.
āAlright, alright, calm down. The thing said I had to like, sign you out or whatever, I donāt know where the hell Iām supposed to do that,ā said your owner, looking around the room.
You watched from afar as the puppy explained something to his owner, whose happy expression had faded, an annoyed one taking its place. You couldnāt make out what they were saying, but eventually the puppy looked in your direction.
Then he pointed directly at you.
You tugged on your ownerās sleeve once more. āWe need to go. Right now. Come on, we need to go!ā
Your owner looked back at you, annoyed. āI already told you, I-āhe paused, letting out a disappointed sigh; the look on your face made it easy to put the pieces together. āā¦what did you do?ā
āNothing, nothing,ā you panicked. āItās just, there mightāve been a misunderstandingā¦ā you trailed off, trying to follow the puppy and his owner with your eyes as you peered over the crowd.
The puppyās owner grabbed him by the hand, having what looked to be a heated conversation with two daycare attendants as he gestured towards the puppyās face. The room began to thin out as your owner finally found the sign-out sheet, and you found yourself able to hear more and more of their conversation.
āWhy didnāt anyone say something, or call me?ā His owner protested. āHow do you not know what happened?ā
The puppy tried to get his attention by tugging on his sleeve, resting his head on his shoulder. āNo no no, I do know what happened! It was just a ⦠a for fun scratch!ā
His owner looked exasperated, letting out a sigh as he faced the puppy. āNo buddy, itās right on your face. This is what I meant when I said you need to stand up for yourself.ā
You walked ahead of your owner, hoping heād get the hint. Yet as soon as you made it to the doorway, you quickly learned your owner was not on your side. He grabbed you by the collar, a disapproving look on his face as the puppy and his owner looked in your direction.
āAlright kitty, letās get this over with.ā
āāāāā-
Embarrassment was an understatement.
You sat on the floor next to Callon. He seemed to be in much brighter spirits, wrapping his arms around you and relaxing on your shoulder. He mightāve even been asleep.
āLook man, Iām sorry.ā Said your owner. āShe uhā¦she can be a mean motherfucker sometimes,ā he laughed. āIf he pissed her off, then I donāt know what to tell you.ā
I canāt tell if heās defending me or not.
The puppyās owner clearly wasnāt having it, his brow furrowed. āThen train her to not scratch people, maybe? You ever consider that? What the hell is wrong with you?ā
āI donāt know, maybe you should teach your dog a thing or two about personal space? I mean, Jesus Christ,ā he gestured over to both of you. āHeās practically humping her right now!ā
He kinda was. You didnāt mind.
The comment was enough to make his owner hesitate. āAlright, maybe they justā¦donāt get along. Maybe we just keep them separated.ā
The puppyās ears perked up. āWhat? No! Sheās my friend.ā
āShe scratched you-ā
āI told you, it was an accident! But she was nice to me. No one else wanted to play with me, but she played with me!ā
āOh, how sweet,ā said your owner. āThen thatās that, accidents happen, Iāll trim her claws-ā
The puppy kept going. āShe let me lay on her, and she read me a book, and we napped together, and then I had this dream that she was gonna be my mate.ā
His owner looked petrified.
The puppy continued. āThen during nap-time, I got really hard, and I tried to hump my stuffie instead-ā
Your face flushed red at the idea of him recounting the ordeal to your owner.
Someone. Anything. Please kill me so I donāt die of embarrassment. āShut-up,ā you hissed through gritted teeth.
Your owner looked as if he was about to burst out laughing, a hand covering his mouth. āNo buddy, you keep going. What happened during nap-time?ā
You shot him a dirty look; one that made it clear youād take your frustrations out on the couch.
āI couldnāt help myselfā¦ā the puppy trailed off, a sheepish look on his face for only a second before he lost his sense of shame. āSo I started to touch myself, but then I realized,ā he started to slide down his pants, his cock hard against the fabric as he recounted the memory, āthat it would actually fit through the cage, so I-ā
āOkay buddy, letāsā¦ā his owner quickly grabbed him by his waist, pulling his shorts back up. āLetās notā¦letās not do that. We donāt show strangers our puppy parts.ā
āBut then I fit it through the cage, and then we played, and it was really fun! And we got to cuddle afterwards, and she really softā¦ā
His owner let out another disappointed sigh, this one longer than the others as he held his face in his hands. āWellā¦ā
Your owner shrugged, āI feel like the scratch is the least of our worries.ā
āYeah, justā¦alright, you know what, weāll justā¦let bygones be bygones.ā The puppyās owner seemed to be smart enough to know keeping you separated would only make it worse; he had mated you once, it was inevitable heād want to do it again. āJustā¦ā he looked back to your owner. āCould you trim her claws, please?ā
Uuuuuuuuuuuuugh.
āYep. Well uhā¦sorry about that.ā Despite his words, it was clear your owner still found the situation humorous. āI guess weāll uhā¦see you tomorrow?ā
āāāāā-
The drive home was awkward. Well, for you at least.
āI mean, whyād he look kinda hung?ā Your owner laughed as he drove you back home. āLike damn, I didnāt even know puppyboys could be that big.ā
You stared out the window. You were already over this conversation.
āOh come on,ā he playfully nudged your shoulder. āDonāt be like that.ā
You soon arrived back at home, never before so happy to see your ownerās apartment; it still felt strange to call the space your own, at times. You curled up onto one of the chairs, tired and ready for the day to be over.
āYou know,ā your owner approached, petting your head. āI do gotta ask.ā
āWhat?ā
āYou like it? Did it feel good?ā His voice was lower, no longer joking around. āI knew you were a whore, but getting a cute little puppyboy to fuck you? On the first day? Thatās something else.ā
God damn it. The tone of his voice, the way he scratched behind your ears, his hand moving lower across your back. You knew what he was playing at, and your body responded accordingly.
āIām not sure I trust a puppyboy like that to fuck you properly.ā His hand moved towards your legs, fingers running across your skin. āWhy donāt you spread your legs for me, just to make sure he didnāt hurt you?ā
You leaned back in the chair before hesitantly obeying his command. He slipped your panties off, your pussy getting wet from his words alone.
āOh, kitty, whatās got you so worked up?ā He asked, fake concern in his tone. āThinking about earlier today? Your little rendezvous?ā
āNoā¦ā truthfully, there were multiple ideas on your mind; although that was one of them.
āMaybe youāre thinking about whatās going to happen to that puppy. What his ownerās going to do to him,ā said your owner as he sat down in front of you. āI think youāre like me,ā he said as he brushed his thumb over your clit.
You bit your lip, sensitive to the touch. āā¦what do you mean?ā
He dragged his tongue from the bottom to the top of your cunt, licking your clit. āI think you like being in control. Being in charge.ā He continued, pressing his tongue inside.
You couldnāt help but grab his hair as he ate you out. The feeling of his tongue, the picture of the puppy getting punished; maybe heād be spanked. Maybe heād be fucked in the ass. Maybe heād be tied up. There was no shortage of ideas rushing through your mind.
āIād love to watch you take control of someone. Make him your bitch,ā said your owner. He pushed a finger inside with ease, moving it back and forth. āYouād like that, wouldnāt you?ā
You nodded your head, breaths growing quicker as you failed to reply.
He let out a quiet laugh. āI figured you would. But I still own you, remember?ā He slipped another finger inside, your eager cunt ready for more. āNo matter who fucks you, cums in you, anything. This pussy belongs to me. Got it?ā
You nodded once more. āYes sir, I-ā
He moved his fingers faster, the sounds of your wet cunt filling the room. āSay it. Who does this pussy belong to?ā
āāMy-my pussy belongs to you, sir!ā You felt him curl his fingers, pushing against your g-spot. He hadnāt even taken his cock out, and you were already about to cum.
āThatās right, good girl,ā he cooed, dragging out each word. He continued to finger you, using his other hand to rub your clit. You felt yourself getting tighter, your hand squeezing his fingers as you got closer and closer to cumming.
Your head jolted back as you climaxed, your body shaking as he pulled his fingers out of you. You breathed heavily, looking up at him with weary eyes.
You were ready, that much was clear. Ready to be fucked, ready to be bred, your pussy still wanting more. It didnāt matter if you had one load inside you already, you wanted your owner, no, your masterās cock.
You spread your legs a little wider, wet cunt on display to tease him. You watched him eagerly, waiting to watch him pull out his cock.
Instead, he walked away. āI think youāve gotten your fill for the day,ā he smirked.
ā¦asshole.
āāāāāā
The next day, the sun had come out. The grass was dry and the sky was clear: maybe youād play outside today.
You walked inside, skimming the room for your friend, unable to find him. You set up in the same corner as yesterday; when he showed up, he found you quickly.
Unlike yesterday however, his movements today were slow, almost methodical, as if he was thinking out every step. He sat down beside you, holding his legs close to his chest and resting his head on his knees.
He looks soā¦sad.
He was quiet, looking down as his fluffy tail slowly swayed from side to side, dragging across the floor.
You werenāt sure what to say.
āā¦hey,ā you mumbled, only trying to get his attention.
He looked up at you without lifting his head. His eyes were wide and wet, as if heād been crying. āHiā¦ā
āYou okay?ā
He nodded. āItās fineā¦I justā¦I got in trouble for yesterday. And I think I got you in trouble too.ā
I mean, not really. Unless ruined orgasms count as getting in trouble.
āWhat happened?ā You asked.
He looked from side to side, confirming no one was looking at the two of you, both mostly obscured by a cabinet in front of you. He pulled down his shorts, revealing a sky-blue colored chastity cage, keeping his soft cock in place.
It looked almost like one of your toys, shiny plastic reflecting against fluorescent lights. Your curiosity got the better of you, and you immediately touched it. It was a little cold, his balls heavy underneath.
He let out a quiet whimper before biting his lip. āIā¦Iām not supposed to touch it. They said I shouldnāt be playing with people I donāt know.ā He looked up at you, unbothered by your poking and prodding. āBut I told them I do know you. Youāre my friend.ā
On one hand, the puppy seemed incredibly easy to manipulate. On the otherā¦you did feel kinda bad. āWell-ā
āThey took away my rabbit toy too.ā
āWhy?ā You asked, still absentmindedly running your thumb over his balls.
āBecause I kept humping it,ā he sighed, resting his head on your shoulder. āButā¦it feels nice when you touchā¦ā he trailed off. āSoftā¦ā
You continued to lightly tap your fingers along his balls. It was kinda fun, honestly. Like swatting around one of your toys at home. You gave them a gentle squeeze, and he instantly covered his mouth, stifling a moan.
āWaitā¦can youā¦can you do that again? Please?ā
Maybe your reading could wait.
Part 3
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Sorry all my writing is taking 72009999 bajillion years, Iām kinda burnt out creatively with all the stuff Iāve had to do for work, so we just. Yep. We doin puppyplay now. Thatās all I got. Brain no work for bigger stories rnā¦
I hope you still liked it!!! Thank u for reading :3











