#eebeewrites

Being an omega, that alone wasn’t an issue. An omega traveling without a pack however, was viewed much differently.

No one would sell you alone a weapon. They’d sell it to you if an alpha was breathing down your neck, but not to you alone. Hell, some cities wouldn’t even let omegas walk the street alone at night, no matter how well-armed they were. Even in the more relaxed cities you encountered on your travels, you knew no one would take you seriously if they realized your disposition.

That, and the whole Disease causing only omegas to go feral in the middle of the night. That was also a bit concerning.

So, you sharpened your teeth, and prayed the city guardsmen didn’t look at you too closely. They never did, but that never made the experience less nerve-wracking.

You stared back at your reflection, the mirror cloudy with a single crack on the side; its age starting to show. You opened your mouth wide, surveying your work.

That’ll do, you thought.

A stranger burst through the door, face bloodied and bruised as the noise swelled.

You recoiled, dropping the metal file and quickly grabbing the dagger off your belt. “Who the hell are you?”

The man was taller, with amber-colored skin, messy black hair down to his chin, and a thin beard on his face. He wore some type of robes and a hood, perhaps those of a priest or healer. At one point they might’ve been white. Now, they were discolored and weathered with time. He smelled strongly of tobacco; so much so you couldn’t discern if the scent came from his pheromones, or if he was just a heavy smoker.

One thing was immediately obvious; he was an alpha. Free to wander the world alone, and partake in all it had to offer.

The man let out a sigh, holding his hands up; a weak sign of surrender. “Just… give me a second,” he mumbled before walking further into the room, setting down a bag onto the bed.

Your bed. The one you had paid for, every single time you returned from a job.

You stood right in front of the bed, blocking his access to the bag he had so haphazardly set down. “I don’t care if you’re bleeding. Who the hell are you, and what are you doing in my room?”

He sighed, the bleeding gash across his face appearing like nothing more than a minor inconvenience. “Lady out front told me they were outta rooms, said I could spend the night here. Said the person in here might need an extra hand with a job anyways.”

…what?

You scowled, saying nothing before sheathing your dagger and walking out the room, slamming the door behind you.

You couldn’t help but be enraged; not just the man in your room, but the innkeeper too.

Who does she think he is? We had a deal. I’ve worked hundreds of jobs damn well on my own, why would she think-

As you walked towards the stairs, the putrid scent of dozens of different pheromones flooded your nostrils, all sorts of scents blending together.

Fuck.

A wave of nausea hit you instantly, far more intense than usual. Typically, you could manage a trip downstairs despite the nighttime crowds, carefully weaving between patrons to avoid the most intense scents. Now, taking another step seemed impossible; the heightened sense of smell could only mean one thing.

Your heat was approaching.

No, no, no. I’m not dealing with this right now. No. Fuck this. Begrudgingly, you turned around and headed back to your room, defeated by your own biology.

You stormed inside, only to find the stranger’s bag was still on your bed. While blood still stained his face, the wound had already disappeared in the short time you were gone.

He looked over at you, a slight smile on his face. “Someone’s not happy.”

You frowned, his cocky attitude the last thing you wanted to deal with right now.

If he could fix that so quickly, then this should be fine.

You walked back up to him, balled up your fist, and struck him across the face.

The force of your blow staggered him back, the man wincing in pain as he held onto the bed-frame bannister for support. He slowly pulled his hand away, revealing a small trickle of blood leaking from his nose as he stared back at you in shock.

You wasted no time. “I don’t know who you think you are, but you can find someone else’s room to take over, because I am not-”

He wiped the blood away from his nose, his face making it clear you had broken it. He held his hands along each side of his nose, and with one swift crack, he shifted the bones back into place, letting out little more than a grunt.

…oh, shit. It was near impossible to hide your surprise.

He took a moment to catch his breath. “Alright, fine…I’ll cut the shit. Old lady downstairs has a new job for you up North she said, and with all this talk of a Disease going around just in omegas-”

You held your hand up to stop him, hoping he didn’t notice how much it was shaking. “Shut up.” You turned around, checking to make sure the door behind you was shut and locked. “She told you?”

“Yep.”

Your heart sank. For years, nearly a decade, the old innkeeper had helped you. She had supplied you with expensive suppressant spells, helped you conceal your status when your pack cast you out, helped you get a job (albeit a dangerous one), and most importantly, helped you learn to trust again after your entire world fell apart.

…Why? Why would she do this to me?

Denial was far easier than acceptance. “No, she…she wouldn’t do that. Please don’t tell anyone. Please, I’m sorry I hit you, I’m sorry I-”

“I’m not gonna’ tell nobody,” he spat, letting out an annoyed sigh. “Just, relax, alright? And don’t hit me again.”

“How can I? How can I relax when-”

“Our situations aren’t all that different, alright? Neither of us have a pack, you’re an omega, and I’ve got the Disease-”

You paused. “Wait, wait, stop. Stop. If you’ve got the Disease, then you’re also an omega?”

“No. But it was all the same symptoms, least from what I had heard. Suppose I’m one of a kind.”

The stories you had heard in passing sounded terrifying; omegas going feral, as if their Beastblood had overtaken them. They’d mindlessly attack everyone who wasn’t their mate or children, even other members of their pack. Their fangs would grow, their bodies shifting and contorting to take the form of a werewolf, before going on a chaotic killing spree.

In some stories you had heard, they’d attack anyone.

“…so you’re an alpha, then?”

He nodded. “That’s right.”

…he must be able to smell me. If I’m this close to my heat, he has to know.

Your worries were soon quelled as he continued. “But ever since I had my…outburst, I suppose we’ll call it, my sense of smell has been all fucked up. I can’t smell anything, at least not like how I used to.”

Oh. Well that’s convenient.

You slowly nodded your head, hoping he didn’t notice how relieved you were. “I see. I…I’m sorry about that. How could you have gotten the Disease, if you aren’t an omega?” No matter how convenient it was for you, losing their sense of smell might as well have been like losing a limb for someone with Beastblood.

He shrugged, “great question. No one knows. But, the lady downstairs says she knows someone who could help. Or at least, help me get my sense of smell back.”

“Really?” You hadn’t heard of any type of cure.

He nodded. “They say there’s a man up North studying it. He claims to be an omega who once had it. Course, all his studies are done under observation; everyone’s worried about when he’ll snap. But the lady downstairs got me in contact with him.”

North- where your job was. You still didn’t know what this job was, or even if it really existed, only hearing about it from this stranger.

You let out a sigh. “Let me get this straight. The lady downstairs has a job for me up North, but they’re incredibly strict about omegas coming and going because of the Disease going around.”

“Yep.”

“And you need to go up North because you have that Disease, despite being an alpha.”

“Mmhmm.”

He was meant to accompany you. You let out a groan; you didn’t need a chaperone. You looked him up and down. You had killed men far larger than him before, time after time. If anything, he’d get in the way.

He easily sensed your frustration. “Look, all either of us need to do is get to the city, get out, then we go our separate ways. I get it, you usually work alone, or whatever.”

“And what does you need me for?” You asked, still skeptical. “What do you get out of this?”

“Protection.”

You let out a laugh. No sane alpha would willingly recruit an omega to be their protector. When his expression stayed the same, you realized he wasn’t joking. “…you’re serious?”

He nodded. “I’m told you’re good with a bow. I can defend myself, but it’s a long trip. I figure we can help each other.”

“Oh yeah?” You scoffed, “and what do you do?”

“I’m a healer,” he answered plainly. “Figured that was obvious from,” he vaguely gestured to his face, his earlier wounds gone. “You know.”

…that does make sense. But if the Disease makes omegas go feral, then how the Hell does it affect him? That gash must’ve come from somewhere…

“So…the Disease,” you hummed as you started to pace around the room. “What does it do to you, outside of your sense of smell being gone? Are you going feral?”

He let out an awkward laugh, “of course not.”

“Does it have anything to do with what happened earlier?”

The man was quiet, looking towards the door. “Uh…no. That’s different.”

“You’re a terrible liar,” you spat. “How do I know that you aren’t going to kill me in my sleep?! Hell, how do I know you’re not going to give it to me?”

“I can’t. At least, that’s what I’ve found in my own research. No one knows how it spreads-”

“Lovely,” you scoffed. “I get a chaperone, and you get a test subject,” you rolled your eyes.

“We know how it doesn’t spread through the air, and so far, no infected omega has given it to their mates, so that rules a few other things out. Could be blood, could be some curse from the Gods, could be some sort of insect, who knows? But I can confidently say traveling with me doesn’t carry any risk of infection. You have my word.”

You folded your arms, still unsatisfied with his answer. “You never told me your plan for not mauling me in my sleep.”

“That…” he sighed. “Earlier, down there, that wasn’t related to the Disease.”

“What was it, then?”

“Just me being an asshole.”

Unfortunately, he got a smile out of you, but it didn’t last long. “Still. If you go-”

“Then you’re capable of killing me. Least, that’s what the old lady says. Obviously it’s not ideal, but…But nothing close to that has happened. I didn’t even think alphas could get the Disease, so maybe it affects us differently.”

You weren’t willing to trust him so easily, crossing your arms. “Hmph. Is there really no other room available? Do you have to be here?”

“I can check, but…”

You grabbed his bag and set it on the wooden floor. You could’ve been much meaner, but managed to show restraint. “I paid for the room, so I get the bed.” You began rearranging the pillows and blankets to form a nest out of habit.

Wait. I can’t let him know I’m approaching my heat.

He didn’t seem to notice, paying you no mind as he walked towards the side of the bed, laying down and using the bag as a pillow. “Fair enough.”

You nodded your head, hiding your relief. “Good. Now I’m going to bed. Try not to kill me in your sleep.”

He smiled, “no promises.”

Ugh.

———————

As the night progressed, so did your impending heat.

Even in the early stages, you could feel tiny amounts of slick between your legs. You pulled the blanket over you, hoping your new companion to the right of you wouldn’t see.

Yet even if he couldn’t smell you…you could smell him.

It was a biological instinct, a desire you had no way of turning off. He had taken off the tobacco-scented robes, revealing a scent unlike any you had ever encountered; sweet, yet smoky, like caramel left for too long on a stove.

You kept your body turned away from him, clutching one of the many pillows in an attempt to keep yourself distracted.

No matter how long you shut your eyes, you just couldn’t fall asleep.

Ever so slowly, you turned towards him, watching him sleep beside the bed. He had taken off the mages robes he had worn initially, the clothing underneath a lightweight tunic and pants.

You watched as his chest rose and fell, a peaceful look on his face as he slept.

…he is nice to look at.

You looked him up and down, and you quickly wished you hadn’t, feeling your cock grow hard between your legs.

Strained against the cotton fabric of the man’s pants was the outline of his hard cock, fully erect. Even if the man’s mind wasn’t aware of your heat, his body knew exactly what was going on.

You stared at it for longer than you’d care to admit.

He’s asleep. Maybe if I just…maybe if I cum, I’ll be able to fall asleep. Just to clear my head.

You ensured your body was fully obscured by the blanket, beads of sweat rolling down your body. Your hand trailed down, and you slipped your pants down just far enough for your cock to spring free, precum staining the blanket.

Shit.

You continued, stroking yourself back and forth, biting your lip to hide ragged breaths.

You looked back at him, your mouth watering. If circumstances were different, then maybe…

No. You were approaching your heat. Hooking up with a stranger right now would be more than just foolish; it’d be downright idiotic.

You gripped your cock tighter, stroking even faster as more precum beaded at the tip. His robes were within your reach, surely they would contain more of his scent.

You turned onto your side, facing him as you practically fucked your own hand. The smell only brought you closer and closer to release, and it soon felt as if your body had overtaken your mind.

You grabbed the robes from off the floor, shoving your face into them and inhaling deeply. The scent was almost enough to bring you to orgasm, your face growing hot as the smell of his pheromones and sweat flooded your mind.

It didn’t matter that you had just met this man. It didn’t matter that he was right beside you. In that moment, you were nothing more than a helpless animal, desperate for release.

Yet all it took was a single creak of the floorboards to take you out of your fantasies. You gasped, dropping the robes onto the floor, frozen.

There, the man whose name you hadn’t even learned yet, was staring back at you.

You quickly moved to cover yourself.

It’s dark, maybe he didn’t-

“Don’t let me stop you,” said the man, his voice low. “Go on.”

The command sent a shiver down your spine, rendering you speechless. “I…” you stuttered, sweat forming at your brow. Never before had you felt so embarrassed.

“Would you rather I be offended?” The alpha asked with a smile, sitting up straighter. “Because I can be.”

I’m supposed to travel with this man tomorrow. And now he’s seen me pleasuring myself to him.

“I…” you trailed off. There was no hiding it. You weren’t just pleasuring yourself, you were pleasuring yourself to him.

“I understand you paid for this room. That the circumstances are far from ideal. But…” he rested his arms on the side of the bed, “you seem like you could use some company.”

His body knows I’m in heat. But he doesn’t. So long as things don’t go too far…

Before you could give it anymore thought, you nodded your head.

He stood up, walking to your bedside and slipping in beside you. Even if he didn’t touch you, you could feel his warmth beside you.

The stranger let out a sigh that turned to a moan. You turned around, and there he was, flat on his back, stroking himself off. You were mesmerized by the sight of his cock, eyes tracing each vein as you watched his hand move back and forth.

“I thought I was dreaming,” he rasped. “Waking up to see someone jacking off to my clothes. You looked so desperate.”

Hesitantly, you started to touch yourself once more, mimicking his movements. “I don’t sleep with strangers,” you blurted out.

“Never said anything about that,” he smiled. “We’re just…blowing off steam before the trip ahead. That’s all.”

You nodded, unconsciously moving closer to him. You rested your head against his shoulder, the smell once again sending your mind in a haze. His cock left you in a trance, your hole wet with slick.

No. Just this. Just this, then I go to bed, and we never speak of it again.

Your breaths were in sync, moaning as you both pleasured yourselves. You bucked your hips back and forth, so lost in pleasure you didn’t realize how close you were to him, his beard scratching against your face.

He too turned onto his side, facing you. His cock was nearly touching yours. His hand snaked downward, grabbing your cock and pressing it against his own. He wrapped his hand around both cocks, thrusting forward.

You couldn’t help yourself, leaning into kiss him as he fucked against your cock, his balls pressing against you. His hands moved towards your back, grabbing your ass and pulling you closer.

Please don’t touch there, I won’t be able to handle it, you thought.

Yet he respected your wishes, your hole untouched as each other’s precum glided against both of your cocks. His tongue pushed against yours, both of you muffling the other’s moans as you embraced.

Your hole ached, you wanted nothing more to be filled. You felt yourself getting close, and when you looked down, you saw the alpha’s knot begin to swell.

Just the mere sight of it was enough to bring you to the edge before you came. He pulled away, stroking himself quickly before joining you, each of you painting the other’s cock with your cum.

You pulled apart from each other. You knew the relief would only be temporary, but it was welcomed nonetheless. That was at least, until you came to your senses.

“I…” the man sputtered between breaths. “I suppose I should tell you my name. Since we’ll be spending so much time together.”

Right. Fuck.

Part 2

i dont know what's gotten into me lately but I love writing readers who are just a little bit of assholes. its fun.

but yeah uhhhh ive been thinking abt high fantasy omegaverse for a bit now, esp after this oneshot, so i got an idea and decided to run with it! plus, this gives me a break from characters that started on this blog, then became my main project, because boy i am I. a little burnt out as i approach the end of the first draft. so something with new(ish) characters could be cool

there WILL be mpreg . like im going in with mpreg in mind. so theres also that. in my other stories, i kinda tried to shoehorn that plotline in and they fell apart, but here i have a PLAN so im feeling GOOD

but yea :D thanks for reading! also vote on this im indecisive. Like I know I already said hole but I didn’t say WHICH hole there could be a bonus hole who knows the world is our oyester . But yeah! THANK U FOR READING

“Sure, but…not sure what that’s got to do with right now. My name’s Varin, by the way,” he said as he relaxed into the bed, not appearing all that concerned.

Truthfully, his name was the least of your worries. Your heat wasn’t going to get any better, and now…now it would almost certainly get worse.

You wiped yourself off, throwing the towel to the side and pacing around the room in a panic.

I probably look like a fool.

You let out a sigh. Even if you knew he’d find out about your heat eventually, you couldn’t bring yourself to admit it.

I’ve dealt with it alone before. I can deal with it myself just fine. Then again, those times I didn’t have an alpha right beside me. An alpha who I had nearly slept with.

Varin’s eyes followed you with unwavering curiosity. “You uh…you alright?”

You paused.

I definitely look like a fool.

“I…” you stumbled, scratching the back of your neck as you awkwardly looked back at him. “I’m fine. Just, thinking, that’s all.” You slowly approached the bed, getting inside with the hope of not touching him.

“What about?”

“Well…this uh, this does make things a bit awkward. Considering we’re going to need to work together.”

“I don’t think it does,” he shrugged, his hands behind his head as he relaxed. “Everyone needs something to pass the time.

You scoffed, “pass the time?”

“Sure,” he shrugged. “You know,” he reached down to fish a long pipe from his bag, followed by a pouch you assumed to be filled with tobacco. “Plenty of other species just fuck for fun,” he said as he snapped his fingers together, a flame appearing at the end of his thumb. “Like the Fey. Just have to be…mindful. That’s all.”

You rolled your eyes. “Right. Mindful. How well traveled you are,” you mumbled sarcastically, getting back into bed. “Do regale me with your tales of Fey sex parties, I’m sure they must be thrilling.”

He didn’t seem to pick-up on your sarcasm. “Not really. They’re a bit boring, honestly. Not a lot of variety,” he took a drag from the pipe, blowing smoke into the air away from you. “Not to mention the wings getting in the way.”

You turned away, your back facing him. “This was fun and all, but I’m going to bed,” you pulled the blankets over you despite the building warmth.

The man shrugged, smoke continuing to fill the air. “Suit yourself.”

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You didn’t care that it was before sunrise. You had questions.

As soon as you had woken up, you had marched down to the innkeeper’s room, banging on her door. The sex might’ve been fun, but that didn’t change the fact she had assigned you a job without telling you, told a stranger you were an omega, and essentially gave you a chaperone.

A very nice-looking chaperone, but a chaperone nonetheless.

She opened the door slowly, rubbing her eyes, still wearing a fluffy silk robe. “I told you, breakfast isn’t until…oh.”

You wasted no time. “What’s going on? Why is there a man in my room? Telling me about a job I haven’t heard anything about? Saying he’s to escort me?”

Maybe he hadn’t said that exactly, but you were pissed.

She let out a sigh. “Right. Listen, I meant to tell you, but things got a bit out of hand last night.” She opened the door slightly wider, “come.”

As angry as you were, you obeyed her command, following her towards her desk. The innkeeper’s room always smelled like her, the scent of vanilla and coffee flooding your nostrils as you passed by her bed; certainly not an uncommon scent for a female alpha, and thankfully one that didn’t irritate your senses.

She sat down, looking over a mess of papers on her desk before plucking one from the pile. “Here.”

You took the paper from her, reading over it carefully.

‘Dr. Drakarius Thorn: Aged 61, omega in fair health other than afflicted with Lycavirus, but is reported to have the disease under control. Unlikely to be armed, but is currently monitored by mercenaries hired by his place of employment.

At the request of the client, please secure not only his death, but as much of his research documentation as possible.’

You looked back up at the innkeeper, watching as she snacked on grapes from a nearby bowl. “This man. Is he researching the Disease?”

“Don’t know,” she shrugged. “Wouldn’t surprise me, given the request. I’m sure any information on that is a hot commodity.”

“Client might be wanting to take credit for his work,” you thought out-loud.

“Maybe. It’ll be tough, I’ll admit that. But I wouldn’t have given you the job if I didn’t think you could handle it.”

“Well, giving me some alpha to follow me around sounds like you think I can’t handle it,” you sneered.

She held her head in her hands. “I know this looks bad. But every major city up North has tightened their security lately. They’re not letting omegas in alone. Period.”

“I can lie,” you quickly retorted, opening your mouth wider to reveal your freshly sharpened fangs. “I don’t do all this for nothing.”

“Don’t be silly,” she scoffed. “I could smell you before you even pounded on the door. You reek of pheromones.”

You frowned. “Well, maybe that wouldn’t be an issue if you had gotten me back in with the medicine lady.” The last few times the elusive ‘medicine lady’ had been in town, you had been off on a job. Perhaps you could’ve been a bit more persistent about finding a suppressant spell, but…it had admittedly slipped your mind until now; when the damage had already been done.

“She comes and goes as she pleases, you know that. There are other priests and healers out there, you’re free to seek them out,” she waved her hand around as she spoke. “Hell, you could try asking your new roommate-”

“No.” You cut her off before she could say anymore. “Besides, his sense of smell is all messed up.”

“That’s exactly why I figured he’d be best to go with you. No worries of any funny business if he can’t smell you.”

About that…

You decided against even implying anything had happened between you two, speaking before you had finished your thought. “But that might…if he can’t smell…” you only realized mid-sentence that your excuse made no sense. “That might mess with…with the magic…” you trailed off.

The innkeeper looked unimpressed. “Right. Suit yourself. But as you said, he has no sense of smell. You’ll be fine. Get through this job, come back, you’ll go your separate ways, and then you’ll get through your heat. Alright? I know it isn’t ideal, but this is a time-sensitive job,” she pointed back to the paper. “And the pay accounts for it.”

You looked back down at the paper. 10,000 gold, 6,000 after the innkeeper took her cut. Suddenly, the job seemed far more appealing.

I won’t need to work for months. Maybe even a year if I’m smart.

“Any other questions?” She asked, leaning over the desk. “I can keep an ear out, see if any other healers pass through.”

“No, that’s…” you stood up. “That’s fine.”

There is no way I am getting him to fix this.

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You walked back up to your room, opening the door to find Varin getting ready. He was fully-dressed below the belt, yet hadn’t put on the robes quite yet.

You couldn’t help but stare at his chest; defined, yet not overly so, his stomach and pectoral muscles covered in dark hair.

I could probably fit my face between them.

“Something on your mind?” Varin asked, the slight smile on his face making it clear he was teasing you.

You leaned in the doorway, looking down at the floor to hide the sudden embarrassment. “Oh, not much. I mean, no, just…well, wondering what kind of priest-doctor-whatever gets into bar-fights. That is what you are, right?”

He reached for a light colored shirt, slipping it on to your disappointment. “…In a way, yes.”

“In a way?” You repeated.

He shrugged, picking up the robes off the floor and dusting them off, the sun’s morning rays shining over every imperfection. “My power comes from the Mother God and the Hunter. I worship them, as all good Besstkin should,” he said in a light-hearted tone, one that might’ve even been sarcastic.

Even if it was clear he was joking, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“But,” he continued, “I have no congregation, no church, nothing like that, least not anymore.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Not anymore?”

“At one point I was a priest for my pack, and some of the neighboring packs nearby. It…” he shrugged. “It was fine. But I don’t like staying in one place for too long. These days, I simply go where I please, and help who I can.”

“How lovely,” you tilted your head to the side. “And how exactly did you help the man who busted your face open last night?”

“Attitude adjustment,” he smiled, reaching down to lace-up his boots. “Just, minor disagreement. That’s all,” he hummed, your previous night together clearly leaving him in good spirits.

“So if you’re a priest, am I supposed to be calling you something? Like a title or whatnot?” You said as you walked back inside, surveying the room to ensure you hadn’t forgotten anything. Yet despite your casual demeanor, his scent seemed to grow only stronger, and you couldn’t help but feel a warmth between your legs.

“I’ve had people address me as Father Varin in the past, but I don’t expect you to do that,” he laughed.

Immediately, your mind jumped to you on your knees, his hands holding your head as you sucked him off. “Yes father, please…” you would say, his precum on your tongue. You could feel your cock twitch at the thought, body growing warmer.

Stop that.

“Well, good,” you sighed, looking back at him. “Because I am definitely not calling you that.”

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You both finished gathering your things and headed out, already noon by the time you made it out of town.

The journey after that went as you expected; boring.

The path seemed never-ending, the scenery repetitive visions of verdant green hills; hills you had seen many, many times by now.

Despite all that had happened, your new companion seemed eager to make conversation. You obliged; at least it’d make the time go faster.

“So, how does one get into your line of work?” He asked, holding his hands behind his head as you walked down the path.

You scoffed, “that’s not really something you ask.”

“Well, I just did.”

You let out a sigh. “I…alright, I was always good with a bow, and I liked hunting. It just, fell into my lap, I suppose.” You only shared what felt necessary; no need to give extra details. “You’re not going to give me some spiel on right and wrong, are you?” Admittedly, you worried a criminal traveling with a priest could cause some conflict.

“No. Was just curious, that’s all. We were made to hunt, and that’s what you do.”

You managed to relax a bit after learning he wasn’t going to judge you.

Hours passed as your approached night fall, the conversations mundane, yet still interesting enough to keep you from growing weary. You found your way to a clearing, the sun just about to set.

“We should make camp here,” you remarked, surveying the area. It appeared fairly empty, the only scents you were able to pick-up belonging to deer and rabbits; and your companion, of course. Even if the darkness didn’t obscure your vision, you were tired.

“Fine with me,” he sighed, settings his things down. The two of you made camp, making a fire and setting out bedrolls.

When it finally came time to sleep, you couldn’t help but feel…cold. Goosebumps formed on your skin, the fire’s heat radiating against your skin doing little. The only place you felt warmth was between your legs, The bedroll wasn’t nearly enough, leaving you feeling vulnerable and exposed.

This was a pitiful attempt at a nest, if one could even call it that.

I can’t tell if I want to get fucked or if I want to cry or both, you thought, holding your legs close to your chest underneath the bedroll, trying to make yourself as small as you could. You weren’t meant to be out in the woods, you were meant to be in your nest.

That stupid inn was the closest thing to home, and now, you weren’t sure how long it had been since you had gone through a heat without it. You had no mate, and no longer any family, the only scent that had provided you comfort in the past being the wooden walls of the inn.

You could feel slick trailing down your legs, your mind a myriad of emotions. You wanted to feel safe. You wanted to feel comfortable. You also could not stop thinking about Varin’s cock.

I don’t know him. He can’t smell me, but if I let him…

Your cock grew hard, your pussy dripping underneath. Lewd thoughts were impossible to ignore; the thought of him fucking you, breeding you, even. Your heat hadn’t even started, but once you had gotten a taste last night, it was all you could think about.

Building a nest out in the wilderness would be impossible. No blankets, no pillows; just a fur bedroll and praying you could control yourself; an action that you knew would be futile in the end.

Instead, you found yourself staring at not Varin, but at his priest robes, this time neatly folded beside him. They looked so soft, your body desperate to inhale more of their smell.

Rational thought was a fantasy by now, your body yearning to feel full, yearning to be bred. You slowly pulled yourself from the bedroll.

I need to borrow them. Just for a moment.

With all the energy you could muster, you snatched the folded robes, holding them close to your chest and burying your face into the fabric. The scent was intoxicating, like a drink of cold water after spending days in the desert. You didn’t even realize you were essentially humping the air.

Small whimpers escaped your lips; a mating call your nest typically helped you suppress. There, you could bury your face into a pillow, the noises few and far between, and pleasure yourself until it passed. Here, the noises seemed constant, growing louder, your body wanting nothing more than to awake the alpha beside you, and invite him to ravage your body.

His robes unfolded, and you bit them, tasting his scent on your tongue as you grinded against the fabric. Your cries were quickly turning into howls, barely muffled by his robes.

“You’re in heat, aren’t you?”

You stopped, and just as before, that damn priest was staring back at you, hard cock in hand, watching.

How did I not notice him wake-up?

“I…” you couldn’t formulate a response, your eyes fixated on the knot at the base of his cock. “You can smell me?”

I need it.

“No, but it’s fairly obvious,” he laughed. “I feel like I should be upset,” he said, slowly pumping his cock back and forth. “Being sent out with an omega in heat. That’s certainly irresponsible, isn’t it?“

You didn’t care anymore, continuing to grind against his robes, the fabric soft against your cock. You nodded your head, but only let out a moan.

“It’s a good thing I can’t smell you. Much easier to practice restraint like this,” he smiled, moving out of his bed roll and kneeling over you, his cock hard and heavy.

Please please please fuck me.

He refrained from touching you. “I could come next to you. Do what we did last night. Or, I could just stay right here, and watch.”

You moved faster, staring at the tip of his cock. “…watch?” You barely managed to get the word out.

“Of course. What, did you think I’d be mad? After last night?”

You bit your lip, stifling another moan before you spoke. “…maybe.”

He smiled, leaning closer, his lips inches from yours as he let out another soft laugh. “No. No, I’m not mad. Why would I be mad to see a cute omega fucking my clothes? With that desperate little look on your face?Almost looks like you want something.”

You did. You finally pulled away from his robes, lying flat on your back and spreading your legs. Your cock stood straight up, your eager, soaked pussy fully on display.

“It is tempting,” he said, rubbing the tip of his cock against your entrance. You could feel slick drip from your pussy to your asshole, you were already soaked. “But…I’m not sure if that’s a risk you’re willing to take.”

It’d be stupid to let him knot you.

But it was stupid to kiss him, stupid to feel his cock against yours, stupid to lay here like an idiot with your legs spread.

“Just…just stop before the knot,” you sputtered, as if you were admitting defeat. “Just don’t knot me.”

“But you want me to fuck you?”

You nodded, “yes.”

He rested a hand on your knee. “Tell me. What do you want me to do to you?”

You couldn’t help yourself, unable to stand going untouched any longer as you furiously started to stroke your cock. “Please fuck me. Please.”

He grinned, “if you insist.”

He slowly pushed his cock inside you, and immediately you tightened against him. Your body knew what to do, what it wanted, what it needed.

You could feel every inch, eventually feeling the base of his knot push against your lips.

More, more, more…you thought. When was the last time you had been knotted? Feeling it so close, smelling it; it was impossible to resist.

Yet he obeyed your request, starting to move back and forth. With each thrust you felt his knot brush against your lips, its presence taunting you.

You listened to him moan, “Gods, you’re tight.” He leaned down, pulling you closer to kiss you. His tongue brushed against yours as he increased his pace. With each thrust, his cock seemed to slide in faster, easier; maybe, just maybe if you were lucky, he’d lose control.

I want it.

The idea was riveting, despite knowing better. The thought only brought you closer to ecstasy, watching sweat form at his brow as he plowed into you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, gripping him tighter and tighter, feeling yourself getting close.

You felt his knot once more, and could hold back no longer, cumming all over his cock.

Despite how tightly you gripped him, he pulled out of you, his knot still relatively untouched. He watched as you writhed underneath him, body shaking from your orgasm, your pussy gaped open.

You closed your eyes several times, almost feeling like you’d pass out from pleasure.

“Feel better?” He asked, petting your head.

“I don’t know…” you mumbled, your mind an incoherent mess, drunk on lust. “I…wait, did…”

He was still hard, a pleased expression on his face as he looked down at you. It was as if he was content to just watch you squirm.

“You didn’t cum, that’s not fair,” you rasped.

“I’ll be alright,” he kissed the top of your forehead, the encounter almost feeling romantic.

You let out a groan, “that’s not fair, I…”

Well, I suppose he can knot me somewhere else.

You pulled your legs back, fully exposing yourself to him as you ran your finger over your asshole, the skin around it sensitive and wet with slick. “Knot me here.”

He paused, genuinely surprised as he looked you up and down. “…You just don’t know when to quit, do you?”

“No,” you couldn’t help yourself, teasing yourself with the tip of your finger. “I’m just…considerate, that’s all.”

He grabbed your wrist, moving your hand away and replacing it with his own. He first pushed two fingers inside your pussy, slick covering it effortlessly. Then, he slide the tip of one finger slowly into your asshole.

“Look at you, all relaxed,” he praised.

You felt his finger move deeper, approaching your prostate. “You…you could fuck me right now, I bet,” you mumbled between breaths, wanting nothing more than for him to split you apart.

“I could. But I’m not going to.” He continued to finger you, now leaning down and taking your cock into his mouth.

You gasped, grabbing his hair as you felt his tongue swirl around the tip, his mouth moving back and forth as he began to tease another finger. If he kept this up, you just might cum again.

He pushed another finger inside, your body shaking as he brushed against your prostate. He moved faster, sucking your cock diligently as you stretched out against his fingers; with how horny you were, preparing you was an easy task.

I’m going to cry, I can’t handle this.

You started to whimper, moans blending into each other. He finally pulled away, rubbing the head of his cock against your asshole. “Sure you can take it?”

You nodded your head vigorously. “I can, just…please.”

He gripped at your thighs, pulling you closer as you felt each inch of him push inside you. He slowly began to thrust back and forth, giving you time to adjust. You breathed heavily, managing to stay relaxed as he the knot approached your asshole.

“Still alright?”

“Yes!” You were almost annoyed. “Yes, just fuck me already!”

And so he did, gradually increasing his pace. Only this time, he didn’t hold back.

There was no reason for him to, pounding into your asshole with little abandon, each thrust better than the last.

“Fuck…” he grunted, the sound of skin against skin echoing through the forest, the soft breeze a welcome reprieve from the intense warmth inside you. His fingernails dug into your skin, and you wrapped his arms around his neck once more.

Another thrust, this one harder than the other, and you felt your hole stretch against his knot. You let out a whimper, but Gods, did you want it.

“Still…still want me to knot you?” He asked between breaths.

“I can take it, do it!” You begged, the pleasure so overwhelming you feared you might really pass out.

He thrust once more, pushing the knot deep inside you. You moaned and squirmed, your voice nothing more than a collection of raspy whimpers.

You could feel him cum inside you, watching as he tossed his head back with pleasure. Yet he still didn’t neglect you, rubbing your cock as he bred your ass.

The feeling of him playing with you, the feeling of warm cum filling you up, it was too much. For the second time, you came, your body entirely at his mercy.

You both stared at each other, watching as his shoulders rose and fell.

“We…we should get cleaned up,” he mumbled, lying down beside you and looking just as exhausted as you were.

“We should, but…” you looked up at the sky, watching the stars above. “Let’s just stay like this for a bit .”

And so you stayed there, laying beside him and mindlessly watching the stars. Eventually, you’d work up the will to stand, get cleaned up, and head to bed. A long day awaited you, after all.

Yet for now, there was no reason to rush.

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It was like the word activated something in his brain, a wide smile on his face as he rolled onto his back. “Yay…” he trailed off, content. “I wish though…” he pressed his face back up against the bars. “I wish I could cuddle with you. You’re all soft.”

“Just wait until after naptime, then we can do whatever.”

Silence lingered, and you attempted to sleep once more, curling up under your blankets. You felt yourself start to doze off, until-

“Psssssssst.”

You whipped your head around. “What?”

“What do you like to do when you’re not reading?”

“…I don’t know, sleep?”

“Oh. Okay.” He kept staring at you, as if expecting you to say something else. “Like, now?”

“No, I’m laying here with my eyes closed for fun.”

“…really?”

“No, I’m trying to sleep. You should probably do the same.”

“But I’m not tired.”

“Well…” you rolled over, your back facing him as your tail danced from side to side. “Find someone else to bother then for a bit. I’m sleeping.”

Somehow, he managed to leave you alone. When you woke up, he was still in his cage, scanning the room diligently.

“What are you doing?” You mumbled as you sat up.

“I’m protecting you,” 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. “Can we cuddle together now?” He asked, tail wagging. “Please”

You sighed; it was only fair to give him some attention after all… that. “Sure. But I don’t wanna get in trouble for staying in here, let’s find our spot.”

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.

“It’s not even raining anymore.”

“We don’t have to go in the mud.”

“It’s not cold, either.”

“Yeah, but there’s always someone who goes in the mud anyways, and ruins it for everyone else. That’s why they make everyone stay inside when it rains.”

The schedule answered your next question; now was supposed to be outdoor playtime, but it appeared the weather didn’t permit it, everyone relegated to more indoor playtime. Frankly, you were overjoyed at this revelation.

“Aww…” the puppy sighed, wistfully staring out the window as you got comfortable. “I wanna go roll around in the mud…” he lamented.

“I’ll tell you right now, you do that and cuddling is off the table.” You couldn’t fathom how someone could find such an activity to be pleasant.

“Okay…” he groaned, flopping down into your chest, his voice muffled by your breasts. “Do you ever play outside?”

You shook your head. “Nope.”

It was as if you had dropped a bomb on him. “What? Why?!”

“I’m an indoor cat, bud,” 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.

“Why?”

“Because I’m allergic to the sun.”

He peered over your book, “really?”

“No, that was a joke.”

“Oh…well, what do you do by yourself then?”

You shrugged. “Read. TV. Play a game, plenty of things.” And scratch the couch, and the carpet, and the rug…you thought, keeping those hobbies to yourself.

“Huh…” he looked up at the ceiling, moving lower to sit between your legs. “I wanna go home.”

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. “Why?”

“I’m bored. And I miss my owners…but I need to get better at missing them. That’s why they put me here.”

“Wait, wait, wait. You have two owners?”

He nodded, “mmhmm. I have a daddy owner and a mommy owner. Sometimes, I get to sleep in their bed, and they hug me and kiss me,” he smiled, leaning into your touch. “And then they play with me, like how we played earlier.” He let out a dreamy sigh, clearly fantasizing the idea.

You resumed reading your book. “Lucky you.” Admittedly, you were a bit jealous. Your master played with you, that was for sure, but…he was kind of a dick.

“Yeah, they’re both so pretty, it’s so much nicer there than the shelter…” he trailed off. “But I’m bad at missing them. I got in trouble, and that’s why I’m here.”

“What’d you do?”

“Uh…” he sat up, sitting on your lap. “Do you know how the phone works?”

You shrugged, “sorta.” You had never used one, but you got the idea.

“Well, they both have jobs, and they told me to call them if I needed to, but…I called them too much…I just got nervous…their house is really big, and when I’m there by myself, it’s kinda scary!”

You cracked a small smile, visualizing him sitting next to the phone, calling one of his owners at the slightest sound.

“So that’s why I’m here. I’m uh…what was the word…” he snapped his fingers as he tried to remember it. “Code…co…”

“Codependent?”

“Yeah! That one. What about you? Whats your owner like?”

“Hmm…” you thought about how to describe your relationship with your owner. Well, no reason to sugarcoat anything.

“He’s an asshole,” you shrugged.

He looked as if you had just confessed to a murder, eyes wide in disbelief. “…what? Why?”

“He’s just kind of a dick.”

“Why? Does he hit you?”

“Oh, no, no, God, no.” You said with a nervous laugh.

“Cause they’re not supposed to do that, you know!”

“No, no, he just…” you trailed off. “He…well, let’s just say he has a weird way of showing affection. He can say mean things, but he’s usually just joking. But he lets me sleep in his bed, and he pets me for hours while we watch movies, and…”

Maybe you did miss your owner.

The puppy nodded his head as he listened. “Do you love him?”

“Eh…that’s a bit of a loaded question,” you said as you pet his hair.

“Why? I love everyone,” he sang, nuzzling against you. “Everyone is my friend, they just don’t know it yet!”

Spoken like a true puppy.

Even if his question was innocent, you found yourself pondering it for longer than you’d like to admit.

Soon enough, the day came to a close. Everyone gathered their things, waiting for their owners to arrive. The puppy’s tail wagged back and forth as he stared at the doorway, laser-focused.

You weren’t as obvious as he was, but…you were ready to go home. The day could’ve 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 couldn’t stare for long, interrupted by your owner calling your name.

“Over here, silly.”

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. “What happened to your nose, buddy?”

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. “Hey, you survived. Make any enemies?”

“We need to go. We need to go now.” You weren’t in the mood for jokes.

“Alright, alright, calm down. The thing said I had to like, sign you out or whatever, I don’t know where the hell I’m supposed to do that,” 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 couldn’t make out what they were saying, but eventually the puppy looked in your direction.

Then he pointed directly at you.

You tugged on your owner’s sleeve once more. “We need to go. Right now. Come on, we need to go!”

Your owner looked back at you, annoyed. “I already told you, I-”he paused, letting out a disappointed sigh; the look on your face made it easy to put the pieces together. “…what did you do?”

“Nothing, nothing,” you panicked. “It’s just, there might’ve been a misunderstanding…” you trailed off, trying to follow the puppy and his owner with your eyes as you peered over the crowd.

The puppy’s owner grabbed him by the hand, having what looked to be a heated conversation with two daycare attendants as he gestured towards the puppy’s 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.

“Why didn’t anyone say something, or call me?” His owner protested. “How do you not know what happened?”

The puppy tried to get his attention by tugging on his sleeve, resting his head on his shoulder. “No no no, I do know what happened! It was just a … a for fun scratch!”

His owner looked exasperated, letting out a sigh as he faced the puppy. “No buddy, it’s right on your face. This is what I meant when I said you need to stand up for yourself.”

You walked ahead of your owner, hoping he’d 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.

“Alright kitty, let’s get this over with.”

—————-

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 might’ve even been asleep.

“Look man, I’m sorry.” Said your owner. “She uh…she can be a mean motherfucker sometimes,” he laughed. “If he pissed her off, then I don’t know what to tell you.”

I can’t tell if he’s defending me or not.

The puppy’s owner clearly wasn’t having it, his brow furrowed. “Then train her to not scratch people, maybe? You ever consider that? What the hell is wrong with you?”

“I don’t know, maybe you should teach your dog a thing or two about personal space? I mean, Jesus Christ,” he gestured over to both of you. “He’s practically humping her right now!”

He kinda was. You didn’t mind.

The comment was enough to make his owner hesitate. “Alright, maybe they just…don’t get along. Maybe we just keep them separated.”

The puppy’s ears perked up. “What? No! She’s my friend.”

“She scratched you-”

“I 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!”

“Oh, how sweet,” said your owner. “Then that’s that, accidents happen, I’ll trim her claws-”

The puppy kept going. “She 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.”

His owner looked petrified.

The puppy continued. “Then during nap-time, I got really hard, and I tried to hump my stuffie instead-”

Your face flushed red at the idea of him recounting the ordeal to your owner.

Someone. Anything. Please kill me so I don’t die of embarrassment. “Shut-up,” you hissed through gritted teeth.

Your owner looked as if he was about to burst out laughing, a hand covering his mouth. “No buddy, you keep going. What happened during nap-time?”

You shot him a dirty look; one that made it clear you’d take your frustrations out on the couch.

“I couldn’t help myself…” the puppy trailed off, a sheepish look on his face for only a second before he lost his sense of shame. “So I started to touch myself, but then I realized,” he started to slide down his pants, his cock hard against the fabric as he recounted the memory, “that it would actually fit through the cage, so I-”

“Okay buddy, let’s…” his owner quickly grabbed him by his waist, pulling his shorts back up. “Let’s not…let’s not do that. We don’t show strangers our puppy parts.”

“But 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 soft…”

His owner let out another disappointed sigh, this one longer than the others as he held his face in his hands. “Well…”

Your owner shrugged, “I feel like the scratch is the least of our worries.”

“Yeah, just…alright, you know what, we’ll just…let bygones be bygones.” The puppy’s owner seemed to be smart enough to know keeping you separated would only make it worse; he had mated you once, it was inevitable he’d want to do it again. “Just…” he looked back to your owner. “Could you trim her claws, please?”

Uuuuuuuuuuuuugh.

“Yep. Well uh…sorry about that.” Despite his words, it was clear your owner still found the situation humorous. “I guess we’ll uh…see you tomorrow?”

—————-

The drive home was awkward. Well, for you at least.

“I mean, why’d he look kinda hung?” Your owner laughed as he drove you back home. “Like damn, I didn’t even know puppyboys could be that big.”

You stared out the window. You were already over this conversation.

“Oh come on,” he playfully nudged your shoulder. “Don’t be like that.”

You soon arrived back at home, never before so happy to see your owner’s 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.

“You know,” your owner approached, petting your head. “I do gotta ask.”

“What?”

“You like it? Did it feel good?” His voice was lower, no longer joking around. “I knew you were a whore, but getting a cute little puppyboy to fuck you? On the first day? That’s something else.”

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.

“I’m not sure I trust a puppyboy like that to fuck you properly.” His hand moved towards your legs, fingers running across your skin. “Why don’t you spread your legs for me, just to make sure he didn’t hurt you?”

You leaned back in the chair before hesitantly obeying his command. He slipped your panties off, your pussy getting wet from his words alone.

“Oh, kitty, what’s got you so worked up?” He asked, fake concern in his tone. “Thinking about earlier today? Your little rendezvous?”

“No…” truthfully, there were multiple ideas on your mind; although that was one of them.

“Maybe you’re thinking about what’s going to happen to that puppy. What his owner’s going to do to him,” said your owner as he sat down in front of you. “I think you’re like me,” he said as he brushed his thumb over your clit.

You bit your lip, sensitive to the touch. “…what do you mean?”

He dragged his tongue from the bottom to the top of your cunt, licking your clit. “I think you like being in control. Being in charge.” He continued, pressing his tongue inside.

You couldn’t help but grab his hair as he ate you out. The feeling of his tongue, the picture of the puppy getting punished; maybe he’d be spanked. Maybe he’d be fucked in the ass. Maybe he’d be tied up. There was no shortage of ideas rushing through your mind.

“I’d love to watch you take control of someone. Make him your bitch,” said your owner. He pushed a finger inside with ease, moving it back and forth. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

You nodded your head, breaths growing quicker as you failed to reply.

He let out a quiet laugh. “I figured you would. But I still own you, remember?” He slipped another finger inside, your eager cunt ready for more. “No matter who fucks you, cums in you, anything. This pussy belongs to me. Got it?”

You nodded once more. “Yes sir, I-”

He moved his fingers faster, the sounds of your wet cunt filling the room. “Say it. Who does this pussy belong to?”

“‘My-my pussy belongs to you, sir!” You felt him curl his fingers, pushing against your g-spot. He hadn’t even taken his cock out, and you were already about to cum.

“That’s right, good girl,” 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 didn’t matter if you had one load inside you already, you wanted your owner, no, your master’s 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. “I think you’ve gotten your fill for the day,” he smirked.

…asshole.

——————

The next day, the sun had come out. The grass was dry and the sky was clear: maybe you’d 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 so…sad.

He was quiet, looking down as his fluffy tail slowly swayed from side to side, dragging across the floor.

You weren’t sure what to say.

“…hey,” 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 he’d been crying. “Hi…”

“You okay?”

He nodded. “It’s fine…I just…I got in trouble for yesterday. And I think I got you in trouble too.”

I mean, not really. Unless ruined orgasms count as getting in trouble.

“What happened?” 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. “I…I’m not supposed to touch it. They said I shouldn’t be playing with people I don’t know.” He looked up at you, unbothered by your poking and prodding. “But I told them I do know you. You’re my friend.”

On one hand, the puppy seemed incredibly easy to manipulate. On the other…you did feel kinda bad. “Well-”

“They took away my rabbit toy too.”

“Why?” You asked, still absentmindedly running your thumb over his balls.

“Because I kept humping it,” he sighed, resting his head on your shoulder. “But…it feels nice when you touch…” he trailed off. “Soft…”

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.

“Wait…can you…can you do that again? Please?”

Maybe your reading could wait.

Part 3

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Sorry all my writing is taking 72009999 bajillion years, I’m kinda burnt out creatively with all the stuff I’ve had to do for work, so we just. Yep. We doin puppyplay now. That’s all I got. Brain no work for bigger stories rn…

He isn’t scared. Instead, he starts to thrust his hips back and forth, rubbing his hard cock against your bare thigh. He speaks softly into your ear as wet precum drips onto your leg.

“Mommy?” He mumbles into your arm, lightly moaning with each word. “Mommy, wake up. Mommy, it’s happening?”

Your eyes slowly flutter open. “What is it?”

“My rut. I’m rutting, I think. I-I need to feel you.”

This again.

He’s not. Dogs get ruts. Puppies like him get heats. It didn’t matter if he was a boy, his biology had decided for him that he was meant to submit. Still, he was always trying to find an excuse for you to play with his cock.

“Mmhmm,” you hum sarcastically.

“No, really, I am!” His whispers grew louder, only until he remembers your boyfriend was sleeping right next to you. “You-You can feel it, right?”

You let out a sigh, and reach down to feel his cock. It wasn’t very big, certainly not as big as your partner’s. Still, if he could manage to control himself, he’d be able to please you.

“I feel it…” you trailed off. It was clear from your tone you were unconvinced.

“Please, please mommy, please let me put it in! I-I need to.” He whimpered as he continued to thrust against your soft skin.

“No, baby. Not right now. Here,” you motioned towards your chest. He quickly moved his head closer, resting on your breasts. “Just lay here and suck on mommy until you calm down.”

“No…” he whined. “I need-I need to-”

“You can do whatever you need to do in my hand.” You said firmly before grabbing his cock. “Just relax.”

He continued to whimper, but did as you said, placing his mouth on one of your nipples. He thrust back and forth, curled up as he fucked into your hand while sucking on your breast.

“There, good boy.” You leaned in and kissed the top of his forehead. “If you keep being good, I might suck it.”

His ears perked up, but he kept going, swapping to the other breast. It almost felt like his cock had grown just a little bigger in your hand. He started to lick faster, his thrusts growing even more erratic as his tongue sloppily moved around your nipple, barely able to stay focused. If you didn’t stop him, he’d cum.

You tightened your grip. “Ah-ah. Control yourself, puppy.”

“I’m sorry, mommy…” he slowed down, and you began to rub just the tip of his cock, evoking a moan from him that he failed to suppress. “Mommy…can I lick your pussy? Or just see it? Or even, even just smell it, I…”

“I don’t know. That’s a pretty big ask.” You couldn’t help but start to get wet, but of course, you wouldn’t tell him that. “I’m not sure if you’ve earned that yet. You really think you’re rutting?”

He nodded, “mmhmm, I-”

“Turn around and show mommy your hole.”

“No! No, I’m-I’m not in heat. I’m not a puppy, I-”

“Turn. Around.” You said sternly. If he wanted your pussy so bad, he’d need to prove it.

He looked to the side, nervous, then followed your order. He got on his hands on knees, spreading himself for you; you didn’t even need to ask for that. It was hard to see in the dark, but as you ran your fingers across his hole, wet with slick and already gaping, it was clear he was in heat. He needed cock.

“You look so ready,” you smiled, still teasing the outside of his hole as his cock dangled between his legs. “Mommy could slide right in.”

“I…” he bit his lip, suppressing a moan. Once you started to tease his hole, he came to his senses. Having a rut was just a fantasy, a pheromone-induced delusion of grandeur.

You slipped a finger inside with ease, speaking low as you leaned your head closer to him. “Do you want mommy’s cock?”

“…mmhmm.” It almost sounded like he was crying, admitting defeat. He knew he needed to be fucked, but his cock had been neglected for so long.

“Go get it.”

He quickly scampered off, going into your closet and grabbing your strap. He carried it in his mouth, looking up at you with wide eyes before letting go of it.

“Good boy,” you pet him once more as he leaned into your touch. You put it on, your strap dangling in front of his face. “Go on, get it wet.”

He nodded, opening his mouth and licking your cock all over, not hesitating to take it down his throat. You caressed his face before you started to move, gently fucking his throat. “That’s right. You love having a cock in your mouth. Don’t you?”

“Mm-mmhmm,” he barely managed to get out, his mouth full and face covered in spit.

“Good boy. Good puppy.” You praised him, his eyes lighting up at your words. “Do you want mommy to fuck you?”

“Mmhmm!” He was struggling to hold back. There was no doubt, you’d absolutely be waking your boyfriend up.

“Turn around, spread your legs,” you ordered, giving him a light tap on the face as you pulled your cock out of him.

He happily nodded his head, spit dripping from his lips as he turned around. You could hear your boyfriend stir, slowly starting to wake up, but…he probably wouldn’t mind.

You teased your puppy with the tip of your cock, his hole eager. “Now tell mommy what you want.”

“I want…” he was still catching his breath. “I want mommy’s cock in me.”

“Hmm,” you barely moved, pushing not even the entire tip inside. “I don’t know. I thought you said you were rutting.”

“I-I um, I was joking, I just…I wanted to be funny…”

“Mmhmm…” you said as you caressed his ass, still teasing him with your strap. “But you’re just a dumb little puppy, right? You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yes!” He cried out, his ears twitching, his tail lifted high as it wagged back and forth. “I’m just…just a dumb puppy…please, fuck me!”

“Good boy,” you said as you rubbed his back. You slowly pushed inside, his hole taking your strap eagerly.

He whimpered and moaned as the strap bottomed out inside him. “That’s it,” you whispered. You established a slow, steady rhythm as you thrust in and out; making him savor every inch.

It didn’t take long until you heard someone else starting to moan. Beside you, your boyfriend had woken up; and thoroughly enjoyed what he saw. He watched you as if in admiration, stroking his fat cock as you fucked your puppy.

He smiled at you, and you smiled back, thrusting even faster. Your boyfriend moved closer, getting on his knees next to you and pulling you in for a kiss. You gripped your puppy’s ass tighter, keeping your balance as you felt your boyfriend’s tongue against your own.

“At this rate, he’ll wake the neighbors,” you joked between kisses.

“Let’s fix that,” said your boyfriend. He moved in front of your puppy, his hard cock dripping precum as it hovered in front of the puppy’s face, barely out of reach. You couldn’t see his reaction, but the way his voice hitched made it clear he was excited.

Your boyfriend pet his head, cupping the puppy’s face. “Hi, puppy,” he spoke in a low, soft tone

As soon as the puppy tried to respond, you thrust even harder. Fast, long strokes hit his prostate as he cried out in pleasure. “H-H-Hi…” he trailed off, panting.

“Having fun?”

He nodded his head, “yes…yes daddy,” he moaned. You had no plans on slowing down. “I-” He moaned again as you interrupted another thought, slamming into him.

“Looks like someone’s in heat, waking up in the middle of the night like this. Poor thing,” he cooed.

You grinned, “he told me he was ‘tutting’. You wouldn’t believe how he was begging for my pussy.”

“Oh, really?” Said your boyfriend, moving closer to the puppy’s face, letting out a quiet laugh. “Now, that just sounds silly, doesn’t it?”

You could barely make out what the puppy was trying to say, his answer nothing more than a collection of whimpers.

“You should see his eyes,” said your boyfriend. “The way they follow my cock. See, an alpha wouldn’t do that. Wouldn’t be so entranced by a big cock in front of them. Come on, puppy, open up.”

Your puppy did as he was told, opening his mouth further as your boyfriend thrust his cock down the puppy’s throat. “That’s it, atta boy.”

Your strokes pushed his mouth further and further down onto your boyfriend, yet the puppy didn’t struggle; his body was built for cock.

The puppy let out another muffled moan as he shivered, and soon enough he had cum onto the bedsheets; his cock didn’t even need to be touched.

You pulled out of him as your boyfriend lauded him with praise and pets, pulling out of his mouth shortly after. The puppy desperately tried to catch its breath. “…daddy, daddy please, please can I fuck mommy’s pussy?” He begged. “I’ve been good, I just really want to feel it…”

Your boyfriend laughed, “puppy, you just came.”

You pulled the strap out of him, reaching to touch his still twitching, softening cock. As soon as your hand wrapped around it, he shuddered, letting out a staggered moan.

“You don’t want to go back to bed after all that?” You asked as you teased his sensitive cock.

“No…not really…” the puppy shook his head. “I’m wide awake.”

“Of course you are,” your boyfriend chuckled, petting his hair once more. “Tell you what. If you can sit still and watch-”

“I can! I can!” He interrupted, tail rapidly wagging back and forth. “Please just let me fuck her!”

Your boyfriend let out a slightly annoyed sigh. “Open.”

The puppy did as he was told, tongue panting. Your boyfriend shoved his cock back inside. “There. Now you can’t interrupt.” He slowly moved back and forth, continuing to fuck the puppy’s mouth. “I’ll let you fuck mommy’s pussy if you’re able to sit and watch, and if you spend the rest of your heat in the cage.”

You let out a nervous laugh. “That’s a little overkill, don’t you think?”

Your boyfriend shrugged. “It’s not like he needs it. So long as he can be bred, he’ll be fine.” He looked back down at the puppy, still excitedly licking at his cock. “What do you think?” He asked as he pulled out.

The puppy caught his breath, still excited. “Yes! Yes! Yes! I can do it! I just wanna feel mommy so bad…” he whined.

“Alright, buddy, he patted his head. “Now go lay down. You can play with yourself, but no touching until one of us says so, okay?”

He happily nodded, moving next to you on the bed; he didn’t want to miss anything.

Your boyfriend moved his head between your legs, reaching down and slowly dragging his tongue across your wet, eager pussy. “You must’ve been waiting for awhile.”

You bit your lip, feeling his tongue wander around your wet pussy as it drew circles across your clit. “Maybe,” you teased.

He pulled away, pushing a finger inside you with ease. “You take care of him, I’ll take care of you.”

You nodded, already imagining his fat cock stretching you out. Out the corner of your eye, you could see your pathetic little puppy jerking himself to you. “Fuck, I want you inside me,” you moaned.

Your boyfriend pulled your legs close, resting his cock on your stomach. “Puppy, come here.”

The puppy moved towards him, looking down at your boyfriend’s cock in awe.

“See how big it is?”

“Mmhmm…” his mouth was watering from the sight.

“It’s a lot bigger than you’re, isn’t it ” He asked, grabbing the puppy’s cock.

The puppy didn’t seem at all bothered by his statement. “Mmhmm…”

“Good boy. Now just watch.” Your boyfriend pushed inside you, letting out a moan as he felt your warmth. It didn’t take long for you to feel him hit your gspot, his thick cock filling you up with ease. He kept your legs up, pushing you ever so slightly back to get even deeper.

The puppy desperately jerked himself off at the sight. “C-Can I cuddle while she’s getting fucked?”

“You go right ahead,” your boyfriend spoke for you. The puppy moved ever closer to you, resting his head on your chest. You pet the puppy’s head as you felt your boyfriend fuck you, the force of his thrusts shaking your body.

The puppy thrusted his leaking cock against your thigh, and you leaned down to kiss him. He eagerly returned your affection, his tongue against yours as you moaned into his mouth.

Your boyfriend’s pace quickened, and now you were the one struggling to stay quiet. As he continued, you felt yourself getting tighter, on the brink of orgasm. Your boyfriend thrust harder and harder, before eventually coming inside you, both of you moaning in sync.

Your head fell deeper into the pillow. You could’ve blissfully fallen back asleep right there, satisfied after being filled.

Your puppy on the other hand, was restless at this point.

Your boyfriend’s chest rose and fell as he caught his breath, unable to speak when the puppy eagerly scampered up to him. He said nothing, still breathing heavy, before grabbing the puppy by the hair and shoving his face between your legs.

The puppy didn’t complain, happily licking up your juices; and your boyfriend’s cum. A treat like this was special, and with how quickly he dragged his tongue across your cunt, it was clear he wasn’t letting the opportunity go to waste.

“There you go…come on, taste it,” said your boyfriend, his voice low.

The puppy’s tongue moved erratically, as if he was starved for your warmth. He dragged his tongue across your clit, still sensitive after you came. He lifted his head up, looking towards you with wide eyes. “Can…Can I go inside now?” He asked, his voice quivering.

You smiled, letting out a weak laugh. “Sure, puppy. Just don’t go too fast. Don’t want it to be over too soon, okay?”

He nodded, “I know, I know,” he said as he took your boyfriend’s place, stroking his cock as he looked over your pussy. Your boyfriend stood behind him, as if overseeing him.

He slowly pushed inside you, your warm, wet pussy enveloping him with ease. You watched as he shuddered, whimpering before he even started to move. “Oh, fuck…” he mumbled, his eyes wide, mouth hanging open as he felt your cunt around his cock.

“That’s it,” you praised him, watching as your boyfriend kissed his neck from behind, guiding his hips.

“Now pull out, back and forth,” your boyfriend hummed between kisses. “There you go.

The puppy moaned as he established a slow rhythm. His cock was nothing compared to your boyfriend, but the look on his face, flushed and drowning in pleasure, was quite a sight.

Your boyfriend let go of him, petting his head. The puppy moved faster, quickly getting excited. He couldn’t control himself, moving faster, and faster, and faster, moans growing louder. “Mommy, mommy you feel so good!” He cried out.

He bit his lip, trying to stifle more whimpers. By the look on his face, you knew he was close. You didn’t bother to stop him; he’d learn his lesson eventually.

“Oh no, oh no, no, no!” He whimpered, letting out another moan as he came deep inside you.

You weren’t that surprised, he could never control himself; but you couldn’t help but pity him.

“She tried to tell you,” said your boyfriend, unable to hide a quiet laugh.

The puppy pulled out, falling onto the bed, disappointed. His tail curled behind him, ears drooping. “I just got too excited again…”

“That’s okay, you’ll get it next time,” you smiled, your voice comforting him.

Your boyfriend laid back down, the two of you on each side of your puppy, all cuddling together.

“Can I stay here for the rest of the night? I’m tired,” the puppy yawned.

“Sure, buddy,” your boyfriend pet his head once more. “You’ve earned it.”

Thank u for reading!

I remembered halfway thru writing this usually I give my omega males vaginas but . I forgot. So if there’s anything with puppyboy involving mpreg I’ll prob just . Yeah he has a pussy now. Special dogboy magic idfk

Don’t think too hard abt this it was just me being horny. BUT I HOPE YOU LIKED IT! Yay :) I have another hybrid thing with kitty reader being a brat to another oc of mine (Rennyn) so that’ll be fun.