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Taeyong can’t take it anymore.
He can’t eat.
He can’t sleep.
All he wants to do is breed.
It shouldn’t be this hard. Taeyong shouldn’t feel so constrained by the particulars of his biology. He’s never known anyone else who has to go through such trouble to fulfill such a basic function of life.
He’s never known anyone else who nearly killed someone in the process of mating.
Being a hybrid of magical variety should make things easier for Taeyong, more exciting. Make life full of vibrant, exciting possibility. Instead, he’s cursed with the knowledge that trying to fuck someone could very easily result in their death.
He wishes it didn’t bother him. He wishes he could accept the fact that he’s a dangerous creature designed to prey on the weak in order to serve his own needs. But he can’t. Taeyong can’t shake the memory of the man trembling beneath him, crying out in pain, begging, pleading for him to stop. The image of the man whose sobs turned into vomiting while he nearly bled out and screamed in such abject horror that Taeyong was convinced he was actually going to die.
Taeyong knows he can’t go on like this.
He has to find a way to relieve the pain or else…
That’s a bridge to cross for another day.
Taeyong gets a tip from another magical hybrid that there’s a particular bar that might allow him find what he’s looking for. It’s a little out of the way and hard to find unless you’ve been there before. The bar doesn’t have an official address, so Taeyong has to rely on directions scribbled onto a small piece of paper. It’s a cool, foggy night and a chill works its way down his spine and out through the tips of his fingers. He comes upon an alleyway and squints at the paper under a dull streetlight, convinced he must be reading it wrong.
He walks nervously into the dark of the alleyway and reminds himself that, You can protect yourself. You are dangerous. You are the monster in the dark that others fear. It does help soothe his nerves, but does little to make Taeyong feel better overall.
After several twists and dodging overflowing garbage cans at every turn, Taeyong spots a red light over a door and figures this must be the place. He jiggles the handle of the door to no avail. He checks the piece of paper again.
“Knock three times, wait a few seconds, then knock once more.”
Taeyong does as directed.
The door opens to a narrow, steep set of stairs and Taeyong holds on tightly to the handrail, regretting his choice of footwear, wishing he’d chosen practicality over flair. He pushes through a curtain at the bottom of the stairs and nearly gasps at sight. The room is vast and smoky, though no one appears to be smoking anything of any kind. There are plush, red velvet couches and chairs dotted around the space, many with couples hooking up to various degrees. A pool table stands in the middle of the room, though no one’s playing. That’s not why anybody’s here. An old jazz tune crackles from a pair of ancient sounding speakers in the corner and Taeyong wonders where the hell he is.
He takes a cursory glance around the room, sizing up anyone who appears to be alone. The tip was right, there are a broader mix of hybrids here. Taeyong ignores the usual dogs and cats, the bears, the big cats, and instead focuses on the birds of prey, the aquatic types, the one or two magical creatures… Still, no one fits the bill. No one looks adequately unbreakable.
Taeyong sighs and approaches the long bar on the far side of the room. He’s in no mood to drink but orders a cocktail anyway, lest anyone think he’s up to no good. Taeyong takes a seat on one of the cracked vinyl barstools and notices a man sitting all the way at the end of the bar. It’s a bunny hybrid. Taeyong scoffs. What could possibly be less adapted to his needs? He starts to turn back to his own drink but something makes him take a second look.
The bunny’s got the ears. Taeyong tries to crane his neck subtly to check for a tail… sure enough. And yet? Something about the bunny’s eyes doesn’t exactly feel… mammalian. There’s also the matter of his neck, which is long and elegant, far longer than anything Taeyong’s ever seen before. He has a hunch. What else does he have to lose?
He picks up his drink and strolls over towards the man who sips his beer slowly, eyeing Taeyong out of his peripheral vision. Taeyong knows he looks human. He could easily be mistaken for someone with a fetish. Unlike standard hybrids, his magic means that Taeyong can shift his form at will and he spends the majority of his waking hours looking as nondescript as he can. He doesn’t enjoy the attention that comes along with being a dragon. People are too curious, too fascinated. Too frightened.
Taeyong blinks and makes his horns visible. The bunny is clearly rattled but does a fantastic job of hiding any fright. Taeyong takes the seat next to him. “Excuse me, do you mind if I sit here?”
The man leans back to get a better look at Taeyong and in turn, Taeyong gets a better look at him. It’s not like looks have any bearing on a potential choice, not for his specific needs, but the man is gorgeous. All shining, seductive eyes with a fierceness that makes Taeyong’s heart drop into his gut.
“Not at all,” the man says demurely. He takes another sip of his beer.
Taeyong clears his throat, “What’s your name?”
“Doyoung. And who might you be?”
“My name’s Taeyong,” he says, extending a hand for the man to shake. Doyoung’s fingers are long and slender. His skin is surprisingly cold. “You’re not what you appear to be, are you, Doyoung?”
Doyoung smirks and raises an eyebrow. “What makes you say that?”
“Am I wrong?” Taeyong doesn’t know when he got so bold, but every cell in his body is on fire. There’s just something about this man. This “Doyoung”. He has to know more.
“No one’s ever suggested such a thing to me before,” says Doyoung. He crosses his long legs and Taeyong’s eyes trail down the length of his body. “Should I be offended?”
Taeyong stirs his cocktail. “I think you should take it as a compliment. The world’s got plenty of bunnies already, doesn’t it?” He cocks his head.
“It definitely doesn’t have enough dragons,” Doyoung downs the rest of his beer. Taeyong feels lightheaded.
“So what are you then? Really?” presses Taeyong. Words are getting away from him now. He’s passed the point of no return.
Doyoung scrunches up his face and then puffs out his cheeks. “You don’t think I look like a bunny?” he pouts.
“I think…” Taeyong stands up and tentatively takes hold of Doyoung’s ears. Doyoung jumps a little in his seat. Oh, he’s good, Taeyong thinks. “That these aren’t real.” He gives a tug and sure enough, the ears come clean off his head. “And what about the tail?”
“Why don’t you see for yourself?” challenges Doyoung. He stands up and Taeyong gulps when he realizes that if not for his platform shoes, Doyoung’s would have at least an inch, maybe a bit more, on him. Taeyong takes a step forward and reaches around to grab the fluffy tail sticking through a perfectly situated hole in the back of Doyoung’s trousers. It feels real enough and Doyoung twitches under Taeyong’s grasp, but just like the ears, the tail comes straight off.
“Hmm,” Taeyong hums smugly. He sets the fake ears and tail on the bar. “So what else?”
Doyoung laughs. “Who says there’s more?”
Taeyong stares into Doyoung’s eyes, “I know there’s more.”
“Take a guess.”
Suddenly feeling shy, Taeyong sits back down on the barstool. He takes a drink hoping to settle his nerves. “Your eyes?”
“Incredible,” snorts Doyoung, shaking his head. He looks around and back at Taeyong before bringing his middle finger and thumb to his right eye. For just a moment, Doyoung removes a contact to reveal a golden iris with a slit black pupil in the middle. He pops the contact back in and both eyes are back to being deep and dark and brown.
“Wow,” Taeyong breathes. “‘I’ve never met a snake hybrid before.”
Doyoung takes a seat and smiles at Taeyong. “That’s not all.” He opens his mouth and grabs hold of his tongue. Doyoung pulls and reveals that it’s a prosthetic, hiding a long, forked tongue underneath. He winks at Taeyong and hisses.
Taeyong’s eyes nearly fall out of his head. “Wh-what? How? How can you possibly talk normally with that thing on?”
“It took a lot of getting used to.” Doyoung opens his mouth again and puts the prosthetic back on, stuffing his own tongue into a slot in the middle. Taeyong still can’t believe it.
“But why?” Taeyong can’t understand why Doyoung would have any reason to hide his true form.
Doyoung sighs, “Are you really that surprised?” He gestures to the other patrons in the bar, “Look at who’s got all the attention in here. No one wants to fuck something known for being cold.”
“A bunny though?”
“I know, pretty unimaginative, right?” Doyoung chuckles. He reattaches the ears and tail. “I have to say though, it works. I’ve never had a problem getting laid.”
“No one’s ever noticed?”
“Not that I know of,” shrugs Doyoung.
“I-I don’t have a problem with cold,” Taeyong stutters. With a trembling hand he reaches for Doyoung’s and brings it to his own cheek. Taeyong takes a deep breath and watches the reflection of the flames beneath his skin burn brightly in Doyoung’s eyes.
Doyoung presses his fingers more firmly against Taeyong’s face. He closes his eyes and smiles serenely. “Mmmm, the heat is nice,” he muses.
Taeyong pulls away sharply, embarrassed.
“So… Taeyong,” Doyoung puts an elbow on the bar. He rests his head in hand. “You seem…” his eyes search Taeyong’s face, “new to all of this…” Doyoung gives Taeyong a once over, “Which, I must say, seems a little surprising.”
“Why’s that?” Taeyong gulps. He looks over his shoulder and tries to catch the bartender’s eye. He could really use another drink.
Doyoung leans forward and puts a hand on Taeyong’s thigh, “Come on, you’re the best looking person in here. You could pull anyone you want—what do you have to be so nervous about?”
Taeyong finally locks eyes with the bartender and raises his glass. “Another, please, thank you” he mouths. He turns back to Doyoung, “I don’t know about that…” he mumbles.
“Hm,” Doyoung clicks his tongue and folds his arms. “I just don’t get it.”
The bartender hands Taeyong another cocktail and he takes an extra long drink. “What other traits do you have?” he coughs, feeling emboldened by the extra rush of liquor.
Doyoung’s eyes narrow and even with the contacts and the ears, he looks unmistakably reptilian. “What traits do you hope I have?”
Before Taeyong can stop himself, he asks, “Can you stretch?”
“Can I stretch?”
“Yeah… you know… the way snakes eat large pre—”
“I can stretch,” Doyoung interrupts.
“Yo-you can—”
“I can stretch.”
Taeyong’s cheeks are flushed. He takes another long drink. “Oh. Cool.”
“Why’d you want to know?”
“I was just wondering is all.” Taeyong can’t make eye contact with Doyoung. He hates himself for even thinking of something so absurd, let alone saying it out loud.
“Oh, I get it,” says Doyoung. Taeyong looks out of the corner of his eye and sees Doyoung grinning. “That’s why you’re so…” he chooses his words carefully. “Taeyong, look at me.” Taeyong turns his head sheepishly and still finds it hard to meet Doyoung’s gaze.
“I’m in.”
“You’re in? You don’t know what you’re talking about. You don’t know what you’re agreeing to,” Taeyong shakes his head and waves his hands disapprovingly. Doyoung’s words sober him up. He’s instantly transported back to the last time someone was “in” and the blood drains from his face.
Doyoung’s face is overcome with worry, “Are you okay? Was it something I said?” He puts the back of his hand to Taeyong’s cheek. “You’re all clammy,” he observes.
“I hurt people.” Taeyong jerks away. “I could hurt you.”
“How do you know?”
“I know.”
“What if I’ve told you I know exactly what you’re asking of me? If maybe I’ve… dabbled, occasionally, in more niche types of porn.”
Taeyong scoffs, “None of that’s real.”
“Prove it to me then.”
“I’m not going to take that risk.”
“It’s eggs, right?” Doyoung asks. “I’ve done it before. I can handle it.”
“It’s not that simple. I don’t have…” Taeyong bites his lip, “a ‘normal’ ovipositioner. I don’t actually have one at all.”
“I know.”
“You know?”
Doyoung shrugs and boldly takes a drink from Taeyong’s glass, “I told you,” he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and sets the glass back down, “I’ve dabbled.”
Before Taeyong can respond, Doyoung continues, “How long’s it been?”
“A while.”
“How long’s ‘a while’?”'
Taeyong’s finding it harder and harder to resist with Doyoung sitting so close, positively dripping with sex, and it has been… “A very long time.” He tosses back the rest of his cocktail.
“You must be in so much pain,” Doyoung furrows his brow. “Isn’t that terribly unhealthy?”
“It’s better than killing someone.”
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Maybe it was the booze; maybe it was the stabbing pain in the base of his body that was becoming more and more impossible to ignore which each passing second; or maybe it was the fact that Doyoung was so unwaveringly seductive, so fucking intent on going home with him that Taeyong finds himself in this position, standing anxiously next to his dresser while Doyoung lays back on his hands with legs spread apart on the bed.
Taeyong suddenly feels self conscious about his surroundings. Nothing about his nondescript home filled with shades of beige and gray and white would indicate that a dragon hybrid lived there. No artwork on the walls or spectacular explosions of color and print and texture.There were no collections of trinkets or shiny things or various trophies. Nothing at all to support his inclination to hoard. For some reason, he wants to show off to Doyoung, though he hasn’t got a single thing to show.
“If we’re going to do this, I need you to take it all off.”
“Well obviously,” Doyoung snorts. He sits up and starts to unbutton his shirt tantalizingly slowly.
“That’s not what I mean.”
Doyoung unbuttons the rest of his shirt and pushes the fabric away from his body revealing a lean line of smooth, pale skin. “Well, what do you mean?”
“The bunny shit,” says Taeyong, growing impatient. “I can’t fuck you with all that on, I’ll get too in my head about it.”
“Hmph,” Doyoung chuckles. He stands up to retrieve his sleek, black leather bag and Taeyong gets a better look at his firm, flat stomach. Doyoung pulls out a case and opens it to reveal compartments for each component of his bunny-wear, including a smaller case for his contacts. When he saunters back over to the bed, Taeyong can no longer fight the erection that’s been threatening to form ever since he first locked eyes with Doyoung.
This is happening.
Taeyong undresses himself and feels Doyoung’s gaze looking directly at his now very hard cock. The other man’s confidence is concerning. He can’t possibly have any true idea of what he’s in for. Taeyong’s never watched any porn involving magical hybrids (he’s never watched much porn in general if he’s being honest, he mostly walled himself off from anything sexual) but he has a hard time picturing the act of someone like him breeding a person coming across as anything other than horrifying.
“I want to see you, too,” Doyoung says.
“What do you mean?” Taeyong looks down self consciously at his naked body. “I’m already—”
Doyoung smiles, “All of you.”
Oh.
He’d retracted his horns as soon as they left the bar and looked like any ordinary human. Nudity in front of someone else was one thing, reminding another person of what he was capable of was another thing entirely.
“Do I have to?” Taeyong whines.
Something devilish flashes across Doyoung’s golden eyes. “It’s only fair,” he adds with a flick of his forked tongue.
Taeyong shivers a little. He takes a deep breath and allows the rest of his body parts to materialize. The horns are back on his head, along with patches of shimmering, green scales, and a pair of leathery, black wings sprouting from his shoulder blades. He can’t remember the last time he let anyone see him like this.
“Wow,” breathes Doyoung. “You look…”
“Hideous?” Taeyong hunches over and wraps his arms around himself. “Terrifying?”
Doyoung stands up and grabs his wrists, bringing Taeyong’s hands to rest on his waist. “Ssssssexy,” he hisses into Taeyong’s ear.
Fuck it.
Taeyong kisses Doyoung fiercely, resulting in a flurry of hands and tongues as they tumble backwards onto the bed. Doyoung’s skin is cold, his blood chilled from the dark of the night and Taeyong wonders if he’s tired because of it.
“Do you want me to… heat you up?”
“Yes, please.”
Maybe there’s something to be said about their compatibility, thinks Taeyong as Doyoung presses his body as closely against his own as he can, closing his eyes and moaning as the fire under his skin makes Doyoung come alive.
"Keep this up,” Doyoung sighs, “and I can go all night.”
The thought is too delicious to entertain, especially when Taeyong’s insides are burning.
Taeyong frees his hand from exploring the contours of Doyoung’s body and starts to reach towards his entrance. Doyoung tenses up and Taeyong immediately withdraws his hand.
“You don’t need to do that,” says Doyoung. “Like I told you, I can stretch.”
“I-I want to believe you. I need to see for myself.”
Doyoung pushes up onto his hands and knees and arches his back, giving Taeyong a completely unobstructed view of his hole that in no way looks like it can handle what Taeyong needs it to.
“Use your fist.”
“What?” Taeyong coughs.
“You heard me.” Doyoung looks over his shoulder with lidded, sultry eyes.
Taeyong swallows. This is insane. But then again, Doyoung seems so sure of everything…
He makes a fist and gently places his knuckles against Doyoung’s entrance. With the tiniest bit of force, Taeyong starts pushing his fist into Doyoung and gasps as the muscle and surrounding skin stretches to accommodate his hand with little-to-no resistance.
”Oh my god,” he whispers.
“I told you,” says Doyoung as he arches his back even further, giving Taeyong so much access he’s practically elbow deep. If the angle allowed it, he’d surely be able to see his the outline of himself through Doyoung’s skin.
Taeyong retracts his arm to find Doyoung’s prostate, kneading against it rhythmically with his knuckles.
Doyoung moans. “Wait,” he scolds. “Not like this.”
“You’re really sure about this?” Taeyong slowly removes his hand, still shocked by how smoothly Doyoung’s body made room without any prep or lube.
“I’m positive.” Doyoung rolls over onto his back again. “Breed me already.”
The knot of hot tension in Taeyong’s belly is threatening to explode. He holds himself in one hand and hooks Doyoung’s leg over his shoulder with the other.
Taeyong positions himself at Doyoung’s entrance, taking one last look for reassurance. Doyoung nods. Taeyong enters him slowly, almost melting at the immediate relief, the way his body instantly starts prepping for what it’s been yearning to do for years. He starts off pumping his hips carefully, his movements barely moving Doyoung on the bed.
Doyoung grabs hold of his wrist. “Taeyong, it’s okay.”
Red stains Taeyong’s vision. He’s pulling away, covered in blood. Shaking, he falls onto the fall, scrambling into the corner and wrapping his arms around himself, rocking back and forth. Help! God, someone help!
“Hey, where’d you go?” Doyoung is rubbing his thumb across Taeyong’s wrist, looking up at him with concern.
“I-I can’t do this.”
Taeyong backs away. He takes stock of his body. There’s no blood. Doyoung isn’t screaming.
“What if I got on top?”
It’s an idea. Taeyong might feel better if he felt like Doyoung was more firmly in control. He agrees. They switch positions.
Doyoung lowers himself onto Taeyong’s cock, they both sigh with relief. Doyoung starts bouncing at a greater speed and Taeyong holds on to his hips. The sight is so arousing that he nearly explodes.
“So then…” Doyoung bends down to lick around his ear with that ridiculous tongue. He strokes one of Taeyong’s horns, making him tremble. “When are you going to start? When are you going to breed me?” He slides his tongue into Taeyong’s mouth and sticks it halfway down his throat, causing Taeyong to gag. It ignites a new fierceness. Maybe Doyoung isn’t so fragile. Maybe he’s something of a kindred spirit. After all, weren’t they both something to be feared?
“You mean it, right? I won’t be able to stop once I start.” Taeyong has a hard time getting the words out as Doyoung relentlessly fucks himself on his cock.
“I mean it.”
Taeyong closes his eyes, focusing on the pain and the pleasure. The pressure in his stomach is practically unbearable, he’s been walking around with a ticking time bomb. He lets one materialize, an egg, in the bowels of his reproductive system. While his clutch is made tangible at will, the essence, the need, is there regardless. It starts to work its way through his cock. It pops out and Taeyong moans, a desperate reprieve from the agony.
“Oh-oh.” Doyoung tilts his head back as the egg slips past his rim. For other egg laying hybrids, this is all it was. Eggs, barely thicker than the average cock, being pushed deep, sometimes with an insemination liquid to aid in their fertilization. If only this were that easy.
As soon as the egg is inside of Doyoung, it starts to swell, rapidly increasing in size before it even starts to work its way into what it deems an acceptable womb. Taeyong holds his breath. He tentatively opens up a single eye. Doyoung only smilies.
By this point, he’d be screaming. His body threatening to rip in two. He wasn’t lying. Taeyong begins to relax.
The outline of the egg is visible under the flat of Doyoung’s stomach, continuing to grow as it finds a place to settle.
“How do you feel?” Taeyong opens the other eye.
“Weird?” Doyoung laughs. “But good.” He takes Taeyong’s hands and places them over the bulge his now distended belly, where it appears the egg has made its home.
Taeyong presses gently against his stomach, feeling the egg still expanding under his palms. The egg isn’t fertilized, Taeyong would’ve had to materialize it with that intent, but the sight of Doyoung grinning, round with his clutch, tickles something deeply primal. He wants to claim Doyoung, to show the world the proof of his claim. To hide Doyoung away from the world, bringing him treasures and fucking him full.
“I’m-I’m gonna…”
He comes with a roar, body convulsing as he does, digging his claws into Doyoung’s skin, wings uselessly fluttering against the sheets, releasing a stream of fire from his throat.
“Fuck,” Doyoung moans, having narrowly avoided the flames. “That’s so…” He clenches around Taeyong, riding him faster and faster, reaching down to stroke his own cock, orgasming with a series of shudders, painting the underside of his swollen belly white.
Doyoung starts to lean down, but finds his stomach to be a hinderance. Taeyong sits up, Doyoung still perched on his cock, and kisses him. “Are you okay?”
“Is it…” Doyoung caresses his belly, so large by this point it looks as though he’s pregnant and due any day now. “Finished?”
“I think so.” Taeyong doesn’t actually know for sure. He’s never gotten this far.
“Fascinating.” Doyoung keeps stroking his stomach.
Taeyong thinks he could come again. He surrenders to his subconscious. “What about your jaw?” He’s panting, still catching his breath after the release.
“My jaw?” Doyoung makes a face.
“Does it…”
“It does.”
That’s how Taeyong finds himself sitting on the edge of the bed with Doyoung kneeling on the floor between his legs, his heavy belly resting against his thighs. Taeyong didn’t even have to think about getting hard again.
“I want you to fuck me this time,” says Doyoung, wickedness darkening his face.
Taeyong doesn’t need to be told twice. He doesn’t hold back this time, tugging on Doyoung’s hair as he thrusts into his warm, wet mouth. Anyone else would be gagging by now, coughing and sputtering on his cock. Doyoung is breathing calmly through his nose, possessing enough cognizance to start doing something unholy with that goddamned tongue of his. Taeyong won’t be able to hold back for much longer.
This time, he has to force himself to manifest an unfertilized egg. Every cell in his body wants nothing more than to breed Doyoung for real this time, especially now he knows how delicious he looks like this, how he can be so perfectly full of him. The egg travels down his cock, doubling in size the second it pops into Doyoung’s mouth, the bulge of it pressing against his cheek.
Just like before, Doyoung’s body accommodates the stretch with ease. He takes hold of Taeyong’s cock with his tongue, keeping it in the center of his mouth while the egg passes around it, right towards the back. Taeyong suddenly has the desire to follow the egg, to be consumed. He wonders about the limits of Doyoung’s jaw.
Taeyong stops moving his hips, too distracted by the sight of the egg heading down Doyoung’s throat, stretching absurdly as it does. It makes its way down his esophagus, settling into his stomach alongside the other egg, two distinct, differently sized bumps appearing at first before they work with Doyoung’s body to produce one single, giant swell. He’s massive by this point, Taeyong doesn’t know if he’ll be able to stand.
He comes again.
“I think you’ll have to help me up.” Doyoung laughs again, looking somewhat incredulous at the sheer size of himself.
After taking a moment to steady himself, Taeyong does so, using his strength to help Doyoung to his feet and then onto the bed.
He holds up a finger and heads to his bathroom to grab several tissues for Doyoung. By the time he returns, Doyoung’s belly has already started to deflate.
“Here you go.” Taeyong hands Doyoung the tissues, who starts to wipe the cum off his stomach. “That was uh…” He fidgets with the tip of his ear.
Doyoung looks down, watching his changing body. “That didn’t last long, did it?”
Taeyong shakes his head. “It won’t, if they’re… If they’re not fertilized…”
“Hmm…” The slitted pupils of Doyoung’s golden eyes dilate as he speaks. “Then we’ll have to do this again sometime.”
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