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It takes some years for Sevika to even consider going to a therapist. Then it takes her hours of looking outside her window into the rubble of Zaun, and it takes her days of drowning in an amber liquid to even consider asking for help. Sometimes her memories feel distant.
Sometimes, between the small hours of sleep she can afford, memories come rushing back to her body, and as she stares at the ceiling, letting little tears slip out. The hiss of her mechanical arm becomes something akin to soft rain. Sometimes she tried to ignore it, but the memories followed her everywhere, and even when she was showering, she could hear the screams and the vision of blood.
And as she soon became a Councilor of Piltover, she witnessed the damage of Zaun at first hand, eyes blurring as the rubble of buildings covered the streets of Zaun. Between meetings and trying to figure out how to better Zaun and Piltover, Sevika feels as though she’s being drowned alive. With nothing to live for.
She finally thinks about therapy around her forty-third birthday, when she’s sitting alone, hearing the drumming sound of her own breath and her mechanical arm. Her hair is longer now, muscles tired and aching, and sometimes, when she goes too long without moving after work, Jinx would show up.
“Get a therapy dog.” The blue-haired girl said, looking through Sevika’s kitchen. “I heard they're good.”
“For what?” Sevika grumbles, trying to fix a kink in her mechanical arm. The clink of the metal rings around them, and Jinx scoffs.
“For that shit attitude of yours. If you keep this up, you’re going to end up dead or with another tech arm. Get help.”
Sevika doesn’t mean to be defensive. But the feeling of weakness makes her fingers itch, and she drops the screw, “Are YOU getting help?”
Jinx doesn’t say anything for a long time, and she puts down her cup, walking to the front door. She never meets Sevika’s eyes, “Get help.”
Sevika goes to Piltover Therapy Center the next day. She stands outside the silver building, walking up and down, before she goes inside. Her knee bounces for a good thirty minutes before she’s looked at by a manager. The short, stout woman smiles at her and leads her to an office. “Doctor Murn will see you in a second.”
The first hour she spends with Doctor Murn is spent in awkward silence, in which the man, nervously looked at her eyes, and then asked her a bunch of questions that made her nearly shrink in her seat. Through the seconds, she thought of her beginnings. Her birth, her mother, her faults, her guilt, and everything in between.
He dissects every memory and action she slowly recounts her actions, sometimes taking long pauses to blink back tears. “So it’s my fault?” She asks before leaving, foot tapping on the marble floor.
And the man merely looks at her, “No. You must understand how your actions affected others, and to find a way to let go of that guilt. If not, these things will manifest, and when you’re walking down the street…you will feel as though you’re about to die.”
Sevika sits on that. She sits on the possibility of her walking down the street, and her heart palpitates until it jumps out of her rib. She dreams about it, eats thinking about it, and it nearly kills her.
She moves her meeting to twice a week, seeing that man and talking about her life. The things she’s done, witnessed, all until the man looks at her in silence, jotting down in his paper, eyes nearly red. It goes on for two months, and when she told him of her loneliness, his only question was, “Have you considered a Therapy Hybrid?”
“A therapy hybrid?”
He nodded, “There are some hybrids who are trained to provide emotional support to a companion. They’re often called 'comfort hybrids' because of the attention and comfort they give to their human or hybrid companions.” Murn pushes his glasses back, “I can give you the name of a center. Think about it.”
Get help.
Get help.
Jinx’s words rang in her ear, and she nodded, “I’ll do it.”
Piltover Therapy Hybrid International Department is a big building with black lettering and a hybrid label on the front. Sevika stands in front of the building for a couple of seconds, and she takes a breather before she enters.
A bulldog hybrid greets her at the front, hears pointed to the sky, “Hello, do you have an appointment or a referral?”
Sevika nods, “Doctor Murn sent me with a referral for a hybrid therapy…therapist.”
The hybrid smiles, “Ah, yes, please follow Jesse, she will help you.” And as he finishes, a muscular woman with pale skin comes into view.
In each corner, there’s a hybrid or a human, looking and asking, watching other hybrids walk with a badge that signals them as workers or hybrid therapists. “They're trained to help companions through several crises and offer emotional support. In your case, a–”
Sevika stopped listening halfway when her eyes landed on you. Your tail wagged, hair tusling side to side while another hybrid practises scenting your emotions. Her eyes rake over your lax face, and your slow emotions rolling in before quickly shifting them.
And then you laugh, slow and liquidly like syrup, making her skin feel gooy and soft. It’s almost like she saw a ray of sunshine, curling behind her skin, making her feel warm. In the seconds, she watches you, it’s as though all the things she’s done do not matter.
The violence did not matter, the death, the grunts, the vision of milky eyes in the sky. Jesse notices Sevika’s eyes, and she follows until her eyes land on you. “You will have better luck robbing a bank.”
Sevika pauses, turning to Jesse, “What?”
“Y/N. Born into the therapy hybrid program, which is now discontinued, but they mostly train other hybrids for their companion. Fifty requests come rolling in every two weeks for her companionship, and she never takes them.”
“Why?”
Jesse shrugs, “Says humans are frugal creatures, who do not value hybrids….she figures herself a princess.” Distain drips from her words, and a rush of something akin to anger curls through Sevika’s body. A distant feeling, and for a second, it feels like euphoria. It makes her feel…human.
Jesse shows each corner of the place to Sevika, telling her of the hybrids' intended duties, though the older woman did not pay much attention. She keeps thinking back to you, and as Jesse pushes for an answer on a hybrid, she calls out your name. “Y/N.”
“Are you…sure?”
Sevika nods. “Yes.”
Sevika is led to a small room with pictures of hybrids and humans, and advertisements for everything. There’s a small couch on the wall, and a little wooden table in the corner with a flower on top.
She stops breathing for a second when the door opens, and your floppy ears come into view; your tail twitches. “You asked for me?”
The air stills for moments, and Sevika rakes her eyes over you, taking in every inch, until she’s sure her retinas will remember you even through the darkness. Two big floppy ears, placed perfectly and symmetrically on your head. “I am looking for a therapy companion…I would like you to be my companion.”
Your head tilts, “Funny.” You say. “Most who come in say ‘hybrid’ never companion. Is there a reason why you’re picking me? Have you even checked why I’ve never passed my last certification?”
“Jesse said you weren’t… sociable.”
Sevika watches you settle down in the wooden chair, inches and inches of space between you, while she’s on the couch. “I bite and scratch, Miss Sevika…and I have no intention of filling down my teeth.” And you smile, showing her two long canines.
“You don’t need to file them…or wear a collar or any of those regulations. I just need a companion.” Sevika responds, nearly vibrating on the couch. Sweat builds at her temple, and she swallows thickly, “Everything I have can be yours.”
“Are you asking for marriage or companionship?” You ask with a scoff. Isn’t it the same? In Sevika’s mind, a marriage, something she’s never thought of, is the same as companionship. She wants…needs someone to hold her, yet let her guide them.
“Does it matter?” Sevika regrets the words as soon as they land, but you smile at her. Longer, still bearing your teeth, but in a way where it seems you’re enjoying her company.
You stand from the table, “I am quite expensive.”
“I can afford it.” Being appointed as a Councilor of Piltover has given her ‘clean’ money, more than she already had stashed, and access to better things that she couldn’t have before. Your eyes dart from her to the ground, ear twitching before you nod.
“Okay.”
The process of you coming home with Sevika was harder than her getting on the council. It takes paper after paper, and even a house inspection in which two hybrids go to Sevika’s house, and determine its safety for your well-being. In total, the process was about a month, and at the end, she took you home and set you up next to her room.
Sevika stands silently behind you as you touch each surface of the room, noting the plain bed and the empty walls. “I didn’t…decorate. It’s up to you. Should we go buy some now?”
Sevika bounces you from trade district to trade district, hands on her side, while you pick out things like lights, chew toys, faux fur throws, and items she’s never even thought of buying. When your hands brush over a box of puppy pads, she looks away, cheeks heating up. By the end of the buying spree, Sevika’s arms are covered with bags, while you run around, nose pressed into each vendor, looking for more items.
“Hungry?”
You nod, eagerly, curling your arm around hers. Sevika’s body nearly breaks open when she feels your warm skin on hers. Your tail wags, hitting the bags and bumping into her own body. “When we go back, we should talk about schedules...the department said it’s good to give hybrid companions a schedule.”
Somewhere around Piltover, there’s a small eaterie, between a clothing vendor and a hair vendor. The smell of meat and meed curls in your nose. “Schedules are good, but I heard you work in a council…you don’t operate on a strict timing, do you?”
“No…But I can change that.” And she maneuvers you to the back of the eaterie, setting down the bags, and pulling a chair for you. You aren’t sure what to say. You’ve never been treated like this…with such care.
You can remember the minutes and hours you spent in your last companion's house and the Hybrid Therapy department. During those times, in both places, there was a distance between you and the world, as if you were anything. Not a human, not an animal, not even both. You’re simply something with a warm body.
You chew the inside of your cheek, canines softly digging into the skin. “Why?”
“Because you’re my companion now. It’s my job to take care of you…as you care for me.” And she says all that with a shrug. You stare at her for a second, eyes trained on her face, then on the metal that’s her arm. She smells of honesty, nothing sour like your last companion.
Since you had scented her when she appeared, she’s always smelled of liquor and something sweet. But never of anger. It makes you feel soft and bubbly. She doesn’t even order for you; she stares at you for a second when the man comes in for an order, and you pick what you want, never smelling disdain or displeasure in her body.
Sevika is quiet, much more quiet than your last companion; she eats slowly and drinks a glass of brandy. Each bite of the steak makes you feel warm and giddy; it’s been so long since you’ve eaten something this good. “Steak is always good.”
In the soft hiss of her arm, she hums, “Yes. We can have it for rewards if you‘d like.” Sevika pauses at her words, and you tilt your head, “I didn’t mean to–”
“I’d like that.” And she calms down, no longer smelling of anxiety. Sevika doesn’t say anything for the rest of the time, too afraid that she’ll say something wrong or scare you off. She didn’t want that.
She dreaded that.
Back home, she helps you hang up the decorations, some plants in the corner of the room, light by bright lights, and thick fluffy comforters on the bed. Chew toys decorate the wall, and when you’re finished, she lingers on the door. “I work from nine in the morning to five. You can do whatever you’d like from that time.”
“Anything?”
You wake up before Sevika showers in the morning. The soft hiss of the shower rings in your ears, and they twitch with each grunt or soft sound Sevika makes. When she comes out, she’s dressed in her counselor outfit, and it makes her look meaner…nearly unapproachable. You never really stand up from the couch; you simply pat it, and she furrows her eyebrow until she’s next to you.
“Good morning.” You say groggily, as you put your entire body on Sevika’s legs. She stiffens against you, but she never pushes you or makes a sound of protest; she stays still. “What time will you be back?”
“Uh… somewhere around five.” Your tail wags at her word, the hair ruffling from side to side, as the seconds turn into minutes. The clock strikes softly, and you lie there, a soft pur curling from your throat, until it makes Sevika’s leg vibrate.
She doesn’t want to say it, but often before she leaves for the council, there’s this wave of anxiety and displacement that makes her nauseous. Does she belong there? It doesn’t matter if they thought she was too rough or too “undercity”, but it never failed to draw her attention when their eyes seemed to follow her movements.
The sound of your purring emits the same calmness as the sound of her metal arm. And the wave of nervousness curling in her bones fizzes away slowly, until all she thinks about is coming back to you and making dinner.
Jinx comes around when Sevika is gone. She knocks twice on the door, and you open it. She pauses before looking at your ears and tail. “Therapy dog.”
“Hybrid.” You correct. “Therapy hybrid.”
“Oh. Right,” And she stands there awkwardly for a second before pushing inside the house with a bag of groceries. “Sevika sent…sent these for you.” Inside the bag are high-end hybrid protein bars. Human food mixed with something else to satisfy the animalistic parts of a hybrid.
“I don’t know your name.” You say after a beat.
“Jinx. A friend of Sevika.”
You put the bars away, while Jinx stands awkwardly in the middle of the living room, hands flexing, observing the place. “Can you…tell me about her?”
You know that Sevika will most likely never tell you about her past, and you honestly did not have the courage to ask her. The topic feels almost too heavy and too soon. Jinx’s words are cryptic, slow, and careful, like she doesn’t want to say too much.
“I never really learned about her family,” she says with a drawl, “but we…worked together if you can call it that.” And she spends a good hour, slowly describing how she clashed with Sevika and how the woman still protected her despite their differences.
Her loyalty to Zaun. Her hard ways. With each word, you imagined a hardened Sevika, with blood on her face, a grueling life every day. For some reason, it made your heart ache. It made you think back to the days you were trained, and the tiny scars along your body.
When Sevika comes back, you’re lying on the floor, a tiny ray of sun hitting your soft stomach. You can smell the exhaustion in her body and hear the gruff sighs slowly pouring from her mouth. “I’m home.” She calls out.
When she finally settles on the couch, you move from the floor and sit next to her. “How was work?” You ask, and nuzzle into her neck, dragging your nose on her neck, then up to her cheek, inhaling her sweat and wood. Your purr softly into the air, and Sevika sighs.
Not of exhaustion but of relief, and she hums as you do this, until you’re crawling back onto the floor, kneeling next to her knee and placing your chin on it. “Tiring. Meetings, and…people talking and talking….” She pauses, fully leaning back into the couch. “What did you do today?”
“Clean. Eat. Lie down. Talk to Jinx. Lie down again,” You respond, “What will we be having for dinner?”
“What would you like?” Sevika pats her knee, and you tilt your head at her, ear twitching for a second. “On the couch, pup. On the couch.” Her hands slide under your arms, pulling you to the couch, nearly on her lap.
Your body heats up at the name, though it seems not to register in Sevika’s head what she just called you. In your twenty-six years of life, you’ve never been called a pup without a sliver of humiliation. A word meant to demean.
But with Sevika, it slides out smoothly, with a feel of adoration and something close to what you’d call a lover–not that you’d know the feeling closely. When you’re on the couch, Sevika curls her arm around your waist and hauls you to her side, patting your head while her eyes flutter closed.
She hums, and you purr into her body. Your tail softly thumps into the couch, and you feel a hand on it for a second, softly touching the fur. Sevika’s hand slides down the base, and she pulls on it softly, making a whimper curl from your throat. Heat flashes through your lower belly, and you push your face into her arm.
“Sorry.” She whispers into your hair, “Won’t do that again.”
And she truly doesn’t do it again. Not even when she’s cooking dinner, and you’re following her around, trying to see what she does. Sometimes you’d stand a foot behind her, and sometimes she’d signal you to stand next to her and watch. “Do you want me to…cook?”
“No.” Her words are fast. And she pauses before looking at you, “Sorry…I just don’t want you to hurt yourself. I’ll leave extra food so you can reheat it, but I’ll cook for us.”
Living with Sevika becomes ritualistic. In the morning, you wake up before her and rest on her knee while she sits immobaly, letting you rest and soothe her. When she comes back, she cooks, and you lean onto her knee on the floor while a black and white film rolls on the wall.
Sevika never really makes it known if she had any expectations of you besides providing the comfort you were instilled. She doesn’t expect you to roll over at her commands, and oddly enough, she never really commands you to anything besides tiny things to take care of your well-being.
Like commanding you to eat the high-end hybrid foods she buys for you, saying they will help you stay healthy. Pushing you to turn down the radio to a more acceptable volume because if not, your ears will get hurt or worse, burst.l. But she never makes unreasonable requests.
It’s not until three months into being her therapy hybrid–the thought made you shiver, and nearly whine, because the thought of ownership came not from the arrangement but your own brain. You had woken up like any other day and sat on the couch, waiting for the sound of the shower to begin. It takes a minute before you hear the rustling of Sevika’s bed sheets and the click of her door.
“C’mere,” She rasps in a soft, sleepy voice. You follow along until she’s pressing her hand on the small of your back, maneuvering you to the bathroom.
She grunts, picks up a toothbrush, a bright purple one, puts toothpaste on it, and holds it to your mouth. “Open.”You stare at it for a minute, eyes darting from the brush to Sevika’s lidded eyes. The smell of skin, jasmine, and smoke engulfs your senses, and you open your mouth, staring into the tiny mirror while Sevika stands behind you, pressed into your back.
She holds your chin, maneuvering the brush until it’s touching every tooth, building white foam across your mouth. It feels oddly domestic–like lovers. Are you lovers? Companions? You don’t understand anymore, but it feels good to have someone care for you.
For a second, you expect her to only do that, but after she’s done, she pours water into your mouth, and you spit. It goes on until your mouth no longer has foam, and when you’re finished, she turns you around. “From now on…I brush your teeth, and I inspect your canines every morning. You understand?”
“Why?”
“Because I’m taking care of your health.”
Tiny changes began like that. You brushed your teeth every morning with her, though she brushed your teeth first, then looked into your mouth, softly touching your canines, then moved you to sit on the toilet seat, until she brushed her own teeth.
Then you’d be commanded to sit on the couch and wait for her. Each command drummed across your spine, making your tail wag harder, excitement building across your tummy. Then came ear checks, after she came from work.
She patted the couch while you lay on the floor, and when you leaned into her touch, she pushed you back softly. “I need to start checking your ears.”
“I check them every night.”
She shook her head, “I can’t tell if you’re doing it correctly. I’ll check them when I get off work.” And she softly stroked your face and ears while you tried not to whimper, lifting the skin flap and examining your inner ear, noting the color, texture, and feel of it. “Good job,” She murmured, “You’ve been doing well.”
At her words, you slipped from her hold and pressed your face into her neck, then straddled her lap, until she smelled of happiness and something like toasted sugar–an emotion you’ve only smelled when your last companion brought over her partners.
For a moment, you expect more things to change or for her to suddenly say you’ll be sleeping in her bed, but Sevika never says that. And you realise that you’ve never…ever lain on her bed. The realisation settles after she comes from work, and instead of heading to the couch, she face plants on the bed. Her arm hisses, and you follow her, crawling to her side.
“How was work?”
She grunts, turning her body and patting her belly until you put your face on it, and purr into her skin. “Tiring like always…I never asked you…but what did Jinx say when you asked her about me?”
You try to remember the early month, “Not much. She said that you were hard working, but did something that wasn’t agreeable.”
“I worked for someone who wanted to change zaun but…tried to do so in violent ways.” She says after a beat. “I helped…and I have my regrets.”
“Do you want me to tell you about my last companion?”
“You don’t have to.”
You stare at the empty white wall of her room, sometimes looking at her boots, then back to the wall. “Unlike some hybrids, I am somewhat quiet. My last companion did not like that. I couldn’t fill the silence, she wanted…she wanted entertainment–that was not my job.” You recount back to the last memories, “One day she brought over some guests, and she wanted me to entertain them…act like a dog rather than a human. I do not like being a spectacle.”
“You bit them.”It’s not a question but rather a deduction, and you nod, eyes trained on the wall. You can almost see the look of horror morph into the black space, replaying like a motion picture, and you pause for a second, hearing the screams and clatter of glass.
“Doesn’t take much to break into skin.” You whisper, “Humans do that to each and no one puts a muzzle on them.”
“Do you remember her name?” You shake your head. You can only remember distant memories of her face, but not her name. You aren’t sure why; maybe it’s the human part of you keeping it away from you. It’s better off like that.
The smell of anger curls against Sevika’s vein, and when you smell it, it’s not rotten or nasty. It’s slow and smells like expired sour candy. But for the rest of the day, she doesn’t ask about anything. Not about your past companionship or the program that you were raised in.
You don’t find it odd until the next day, a few hours just after Sevika leaves for work, and Jinx rolls through, raiding the kitchen. She’s looking around the gifts that Sevika has carefully around the house, so you can play anytime you’d like, when Jesse and two other hybrids show up.
“Your last…companion has been attacked. This is a routine check w–”
“You think I did it.” You interject, and you can hear Jinx stiffen from the window, eyes trained outside, yet actively listening. The hybrids look at her for a second, then back to you. “I’ve been here all morning. She’s a guest and can attest to that.”
When they leave, you stand in the kitchen for a few seconds, unsure of what to do or say. You stand there motionless until Jinx pats your shoulder, “You shouldn’t feel bad. She was bound to do something like that.”
You blink at her, eyebrows slowly knitting together. “What?”
“Sevika….” The girl twirls, blue hair bouncing with her movements. “She can say all she wants, but she’s always been the ‘strike first, ask questions later’ kind of person.”
A rush of emotions waves through your body. Shock. Shock again. Disbelief. Slight content. Wonder. Satisfaction. Amusement. You let those emotions strip through your veins until the door of the apartment clicks open, and Sevika is walking, though each step is measured. “I’m home.”
You smell it as soon as she enters. The thick waft of blood stuck to the upper layer of her skin, though she’s tried to wash it away, and the small rolls of guilt emitted by her awkward smile. “How was work?”
She pauses for a second, “Boring. Did nothing interesting. Meetings after meeting, though I did go around Piltover for some recruitment thing for the constructions around Zaun.” She moves to the couch, and you leap onto her, nosing her neck and face. “What did you do, pup?”
You preen at the name, a low rumble curling in your throat. “I was visited by Jesse from the Therapy Hybrid Department…. She had told me that my last companion was attacked. Real bad.”
“Oh.” She makes this faux sad face, though you can now read her expression more clearly than ever before. And she knows this. She looks down at the floor, softly maneuvers you to the couch, away from her, until she’s sitting on the couch, throat bobbing. “I’ll go to bed a little early today…let me order dinner for you.”
The AC of the apartment hums as you follow Sevika. And she turns to look at you, while you crawl into her bed, tail wagging at a rapid pace, “Do you feel guilty?”
You can hear her teeth chew the inside of her mouth, “I started therapy to let go of my actions and work on…forgiveness. What I did–”
You jump up to plant a kiss on her cheek. It nearly knocks the wind out of her, and she stares at you in shock. You do it again, and again, until she’s caging you into the bed, your back pressed on the soft comforters. “My handler takes such good care of me.”
Handler.
Handler.
“Say that again.” Sevika commands, rough and deep, “Say it.”
“My handler.”
You don’t expect her to come down and kiss you. It takes nearly a minute for your brain to register her lips on yours, and when it finally does, you melt into the bed. You try to kiss her back, clumsily, until you open your mouth, and she’s pushing your tongue inside. Your back arches off the coach, because it's nothing you’ve ever experienced.
Hear swarms your lower belly, and you’re whining into her mouth as her tongue rolls over yours. When she finally sucks on your pink tongue, your hips jolt into hers, nails immediately digging into her shoulder. Sevika pulls away, and you whine. “Again…ag–again…feels good.”
There’s a smug smirk on her face as she watches your chest move up and down. You try to follow her movement, chasing after her, but she’s quick to put a hand on your chest, holding you back. Sevika smells like burnt sugar, that smell again seeping from her skin. “That’s enough for today.”
You whine at her, ears flopping, “Why? I want more.”
“That was a reward….like steak. You need to earn it.” And by that, she means taking care of the chores she’s assigned, doing your duty as a therapy hybrid, and making sure she’s checked you in the morning.
“I can…make you feel good. I can do something…please. I want to make you feel like I do.” The room turns hot. You feel dizzy and lightheaded, too lightheaded, ear twitching and tail wagging, thumping into the bed. Something about Sevika’s tongue in your mouth has altered your brain chemistry, and you need to do it again.
Sevika’s eyes narrow, “And what exactly is it that my pup can do for me?”
You try to think back to the old tapes you had found under the bed, before coming home with Sevika. The ones in which one human is perched on another human’s face, mouth shaped into an ‘O’, voice loud and thick. Your vision nearly blurs thinking of Sevika doing that to you. “Sit…on my face?”
The air stills, and she laughs, loud and deep. “A pup like you shouldn’t be thinking those things.”
“But it will help you feel good.” You respond with a pout, chasing after her as her hand leaves your chest. “Please, please…I–I’ll let you touch my tail, if you sit on my face.”
Her eyebrows shoot up in surprise, and you can see her trying not to laugh in your face. It would be humiliating if you weren’t so fucking turned on that the bottom of your panties has been to dampen through the tiny shorts.
If she laughs at you again, you’re sure to pee yourself from excitement. “Want to be good for your handler, huh? I’ll have to inspect you then.”
Your head tilts at her words. Inspect? “Isn’t that for houses?” But she shakes her head.
“Stay still, pup. I’ll shower and come back. Can you do that for me?” You nod, ears flopping, accidentally wagging your tail along with the bottom of your body. It feels amazing to act on pure animalistic instinct. “Atta girl. Down.”
You whine into the air, pushing yourself down into the bed, earning a grin from Sevika. While the water runs, you take off your shorts, leaving yourself in flimsy underwears, and one of Sevika’s t-shirts that you’ve stolen. When the water cuts off, and the door opens, steam hurls into the air, and she comes out with a towel wrapped around her waist. Only a towel.
You shrink away, hands rushing to cover your eyes, though you silently watch her through the tiny slit between your fingers. “If you keep watching, without permission, I’ll have to punish you.”
“‘’m not watching,” you grumble to her, catching the scars on her back, how her metal arm hisses as she maneuvers it back on her body. She puts on some simple panties and a tank top. Her hair is damp, and you can smell the soft scent of flower soap on her skin. “What’s an inspection?”
Sevika doesn’t say anything, but the bed dips under her weight as she crawls to you. Her hands maneuver you on your back, fingers pressed on the back of your thighs–coolness creeping to your skin from her metal fingers.
“A checkup. I just need to make sure that you’re healthy…and that I’m taking proper care of you. You understand?” Sevika knows she’s being perverted right now, but you’re staring at her through your big puppy eyes, and your tail is wagging, so she feels no remorse in taking advantage of her knowledge.
You nod at her, and her hands begin to move, fingers gliding to your inner thigh. It tickles for a second, though heat rushes through the back of your spine. The sensation is off, and you bite your lip as a finger presses into the damp panties. “Tsk. Already leaking?”
Your thighs jerk, and her thick finger slides up, pressing into your swollen bud. Her nail rakes over the panties, caressing the bundle of nerves, pushing a tight gasp from your lips. “Sev…feels–”
“It’s okay…it’ll feel good in a second.” She coaxes softly, quickly changing fingers, using her thumb to push down on the nerve, while her metal hand pushes your leg open, enjoying your meek gasp and how your ears flop and twitch.
With each second, the pleasure dribbles down your spine, you feel slick pour of you, until you’re sure you’ve coated the bottom of your panties. Yet Sevika’s eyes are trained on your little reactions, until she stops and you whimper at her. “Please…don’t stop.”
She simply smiles at you, hands moving to slip the t-shirt from your body, and you instinctively cover your chest, cheeks burning as her hands move yours. “What a pretty pup.” And her hands cup your breasts, finger prodding at your hardened peaks, raking over the flesh.
It’s borderline overwhelming, how her hands make your flesh tingle, the new sensation makes goosebumps rise to your skin, and it gets worse as she moves back to your thighs, taking off your panties. Your insides feel warm, though a gooey, dizzying feeling settles in your head, like you’re sitting on top of a fluffy cloud. The press of Sevika’s hands rubbing your kness, as if trying to ease your worry, makes you preen.
It takes a second of her kneading your flesh before her fingers slide through your wet folds, up to your clit, rubbing it until you're blinking back tears, and little noises, trying to keep your legs from locking. The sensation is too good, and your cunt pulses, hips flexing to rock into Sevika’s touch. She notices, lips curling into a smirk. “Keep going. Doesn’t it feel good? Means I'm taking real good care of you.”
From Sevika’s view, slick pours down your wet folds, and she’s eager; slowly pushing in a finger, watching how your pupils dilate, tongue sliding out of your mouth. Sevika curls into that spongy spot, watching your legs fall open, “You can take my fingers, right puppy? You’ll let me stretch you out, baby?”
And you nod, rocking back into her finger, dumbly bobbing your head. Tiny tears slip from your eyes, and two fingers curl into you, all three pushing in, making your cunt give out a filthy squelch. Your belly tightens, and a feeling pushes into your bladder, “Sev…something…my belly feels we–weird…pleaseplease.”
“It’s okay,” She hums, using her metal finger to abuse your clit while she continues to fuck into that spot, enjoying your loud moans and whimpers, and the way you twitch into the bed, tail wildly wagging with each rush of pleasure. “C’mon, pup. Be good, cum for me.”
The sensation crashes through your body, pushing loud sobs and hiccups out of your throat. And you ride Sevika’s fingers, drool sliding down your chin, as your foot digs into the bed. Each jolt of your hips down into her fingers makes a filthy squelch ring around your ears. “That’s my pretty, mutt—so good for me—all perfect and healthy,” Sevika coes, caressing your knee.
“Good…so so good,” You slur, whining when her fingers slip out of you. It takes a couple of minutes for your brain to catch up to anything. The feeling of your limbs all jelly, slowly fizzing away, until you’re staring at a rather happy Sevika. “Will…will you sit on my face now?”
“Maybe tomorrow, pet.” She yawns. You pout at Sevika all through her cleaning you up, and especially when she’s on her back on the bed, and you slide next to her, pressing your face on her chest. “Are you going to sulk into my skin the entire night?”
“Please…”
“If you keep this up, I’ll get a collar and keep you at the foot of the bed.” She snarls at you playfully, and your cunt jumps at her words, a whimper slipping from your mouth. Her eyes narrow, “Don’t–”
“You’re so mean to me.” You pout at her, though you're nearly going dizzy from her threat. A flash of her hands curling at your leash, pulling you to her, while you walk on all fours, makes you swoon. “I didn’t even get a kiss afterwards.”
Sevika jumps to your side, licking your swollen lips until you’re putty in her hand, gasping with each lap. And she’s quick to pull away, and press little kisses on your cheek and jaw, until you’re giggling and holding onto her. You don’t go back to your room that night; it was too easy to fall asleep in Sevika’s arms and curl into her body.
The sun flashes into the room, through the tiny blinds, and your eyes flutter open, feeling Sevika still in bed. You lay there for a second before turning to her, eyes watching drool slip from her mouth, and how her skin glistens in the soft light. “Sev…” You call out, groggily, pushing her softly, until she’s groaning. “Sev, we have to get up.”
Her chest rumbles, eyes fluttering with a grunt. “Day off.”
You chew the inside of your cheek, “Yeah…but, I need…we built a schedule. I need to sit on your lap on the couch.” You wait for her to ignore your request, the pit of your stomach churning, until she grunts again, but moves her hands, sliding behind your waist and hoisting you into her arms.
The couch dips under your weight, and you lie on her legs, purring while her eyes close. You preen on her lap, snuggling into her, until the usual time she’s supposed to leave clicks on the clock, and you move off her lap. “I want to go shopping today.”
Sevika nods, eyes still closed, “Clothing. Food.”
“A collar...”
Her eyes shoot up, neck cracking to you. “I was joking…You know I would ne–”
“I know,” You interject with a smile, hands wrapping around her arm, “But...I’d like the collar. What should it say, ‘property of sevika’, ‘sevika’s companion’, maybe ‘sevika’s pup’?”
Her breathing shallows, and Sevika immediately feels her clit jump at your words. The idea of branding you with a collar, in which everyone can see that you belong to her, nearly makes her vision go white. “Be careful, pup…don’t start something you can’t finish.”
“You’re the scardy-cat…won’t even sit on my face.” You say with a scoff. And Sevika smiles, feeling you get all worked up on her side. Your obsession with her suffocating you with her cunt, makes her shudder. A part of her is scared of giving in to your need, too afraid of turning you into an insatiable puppy.
The streets of Piltover are bright with vendors spread across your vision. On each side, someone is selling an elixir, clothing, mechanical parts, and anything that comes to mind. The first stop is a Hybrid Collar vendor, and the smell of leather and metal swaffs your scent, as Sevika pulls to the front.
A young bull hybrid greets you both, “Good morning, what can I do for you today?”
Sevika looks down at you and points her head to the hybrid. Go on. “We are looking for a companion collar…one with a dog bone on the front, so we can engrave something.”
The bull hybrid grins at your request, “A good choice. Give me a second.” When he disappears, you latch onto Sevika, nosing at her skin.
“Pick an engraving, like the one I mentioned.” You tell her, “Come on. You’re my handler.”
“Sevika’s companion.” She responds with a hum, “How’s that?”
You nod at her words. “I like it.”
The bull hybrid brings back a leather collar with buckles and a silver dog bone. “What will the engraving be?” He nods at your request, and when he comes back, the words, ‘Sevika’s Companion’ gleam in the light. Sevika is the one who claps the buckles on the collar, and the weight sits comfortably on your neck, the metal warming up your cold skin.
You show your neck to Sevika, nearly modeling the collar for her, and there’s a proud smile on her face as she runs her fingertips on the material, one finger curling around the metal and pulling you to her. “Very pretty…a leash would look even better.”
You whine at her words, tail swinging from side to side, “So mean, don’t tease me in public.”
Sevika spoils you rotten. Anytime your eyes fall on a dress, some object, or anything, she’s quick to pull you into the vendor and buy despite your protest. Each piece of clothing, you model it for her, and her eyes follow your fluffy tail seeping from under the short dresses.
Even if the dress was too short, or if the price made your pops widen, she was quick to tighten her hold on it and buy it. By the time the sun was making sweat pour down your hair into your back, Sevika’s arms were filled with bags, and you were grinning from cheek to cheek. Despite the weight on her arms, she smelled of happiness and burnt caramel, eyes trained on the collar around your neck.
“I want you to cook… I don’t want to go to eat outside.” Sevika nods, and when you arrive home, she’s quick to put the bags down. And you stare at them, and then at your room. “I want to sleep in your room, from now on.”
“I’ll take the dresser into my room then. We can store stuff in that room then, or turn it into an office.” She calls from the kitchen, and you take the bags and place them in your room, nosing at the blankets that smell of you and Sevika’s woody scent.
Sevika is quick to fix your things in her room, setting up your little lights along the wall, making space for your clothing. She arranges the room, based on your liking, until you’re satisfied, tail wagging with excitement. It’s during the night that she finally sits down, and as you’re about to sit next to her, she pats her foot on the floor.
The back of your frilly dress shakes with the movement of your tail, and you’re nearly running to Sevika. When your knees hit the marble floor, her head tilts, a predatory grin on her face. “Want a treat?” She purs, as the sound of her zipper rings in the air.
Oh god.
Your mouth waters at the sight of the curls peeking from Sevika’s black panties. A line of hair runs from her belly button to her pelvis, and you’re nodding. “Yes. Yes. Please.”
Sevika lets go of the zipper, and she maneuvers your hand to her jeans, hauling herself up to pull them until they’re down, hitting her ankles. You can smell her arousal, and it makes you dizzy. The AC hums in rhythm, almost matching the rapid pace of your heartbeat, and you drown out every sound in the vicinity.
The second Sevika’s hands fall to her sides, your face presses into her mound, a needy whine curling from your throat, making her spine vibrate. “Sev…” you whimper against her soaked panties, tongue darting to taste the wet cotton panties, licking a wet strike across her pussy. She hums above you, and you’re soon drooling on her, giving her cunt kitten licks until the panties are pressed against her fat clit.
Your mouth tries to wrap around the nerve, and when you suck, Sevika moans, soft and rough, hand coming to your head, pushing you into her cunt. The scent of musk, sweat, and something woody makes you dizzy, cunt salivating as you drunkenly try to suck Sevika’s clit through her panties.
When you pull away, there’s an ache in your kneecaps that fizzes as soon as you’re trying to sloppily push down Sevika’s underwear. “Take it off…off, pleaseplease. Sev…need it.” Each word sounds slurred and nearly punched out, inhaling sharply.
“Slow down, pup,” Sevika husks softly, “Or else, I’ll have to tie your hands.”
You pout at her, fingertips shaking as you finally pull her panties down, watching her cunt stick to her panties, slick connecting them. The panties barely make it past the kneecaps before you’re stuffing your face into her, sloppily sucking on her clit, panting into her, hips flexing into the hair.
Sevika rides your wet tongue, thighs softly twitching on your side, nose pressed into her thick curls, until your eyes are rolling back. She pushes you back from her pussy, and you’re panting, tongue out, slick and spit covering it, whining and whimpering into the air. “More…more.”
“Stick your tongue out, baby.” Sevika drawls, catching your wet tongue before stuffing her thumb inside your mouth. She forces her thumb until you’re sucking on it, tongue rolling around the flesh, brain going dumb with each passing second. “That’s my good pet. Make your handler cum, go on…use your tongue, baby.”
Spit dribbles down your chin, and you’re back in between Sevika’s thighs, lapping at her clit, and sucking on the nerve, moaning at the sweet taste of her. Her back arches off the couch, nearly suffocating you as she closes her thighs on your head. Your body goes lax, and she’s riding your face, using your tongue for her own pleasure. “God should keep you tied, tongue out. So fucking good.”
A choked moan rings in your ear, and your hips jolt into the air, pussy dripping into your panties. Her rough voice bounces in your ear, and across the walls, as you suck on her puffy clit, face soaked from her pussy, and spit. You kneel there, letting her use you, drowning you in her scent until she bucks into your mouth, a loud moan, falling from Sevika’s lip with a high-pitched curse. “Fuckkk.”
When Sevika pushes your face from her pussy, you dizzily stare at her through lidded eyes, thighs twitching, as slick soaks Sevika’s inner thigh. Her chest moves up and down, a lazy smile on her face. “Sevika…” You mewl to her, pawing at her naked knee.
“Oh, baby, come here. You want to feel good too?” She coes, sweetly, hauling you to your feet, and you wobble for a second, before she’s pushing down your panties, and sliding you to her lap. The soft feeling of her skin sliding against your sopping pussy makes you preen, face latching onto hers.
Your tongue prods her mouth, forcing her to taste herself; sucking on her tongue until you can feel her molars. Sevika tastes of smoke and mint as she licks every crevice of your mouth, sucking the air out of your lungs.
Her hand slides to the back of your neck, holding you there until a hand slaps comes down to your ass, cracking the air. You squeak into her mouth, pushing away to breathe into her lips. “‘m doing good, sev? Want to be good for you.”
She hums, moving your hips until you’re rutting into her strong thigh, clit gliding down her skin. Your flesh aches, heat curling across your bones while you’re breathing into her lips. “You’re doing so fucking good for me, all pretty and needy. A pet just to please me.”
You nuzzle into her neck, each whimper muffled as you rock your hips upward into her until Sevika’s hand slips to the base of your tail, and she pulls. Your tongue lolls out of your mouth, a high-pitched mewl crashing from your throat, vibrating in her neck, and your cunt leaks and tightens against nothing.
“Must like it.” Sevika murmurs, pulling your tail again, as you rock harder into her leg, each pull against your nerves, turning you into a dumb mess. Drool lands on Sevika’s shoulders, and she’s pushing you into her thigh, turning your face with one hand. Your eyes are lidded, nearly crossing, eyes with tiny tears clattering your waterline. “Tell your handler how good it feels.”
You whimper, eyebrows knitted, slick coating your thighs, until even your own thighs are covered by your arousal. The friction is delicious, spreading across your body until you can feel it in your scalp. Each drag of your clit on her thigh sends heat across your belly, and your muscles tighten for a second.
The same feeling as before crashes your system–the impending feeling of needing to pee. “Good…go–good, so so good. ‘m good for…for my owner…for sev. A good mutt.” You babble incoherently, trying to push your brain into working, tail twitching in Sevika’s hand. “Belong to…you.”
And Sevika drowns in your needy babbles, leaning in, nearly growling in your mouth as she licks into your mouth, running her tongue over your teeth, brushing the sharp canines. Your tail tries to wag in her hold, the end nerve twitching, but she doesn’t pull, just holds it, enjoying the way you clamp up.
“Mhmm, belongs to me…takes such good care of me,” Sevika praises, against your lips, pulling back to press a kiss on your cheek, holding your chin. “Made for me.”
When her hand drops from your face, your cunt spasms at her word, weak uhhhuh’s falling out of your lips. A sharp heat crackles down your spine, and you give Sevika a high-pitched dry sob before coming on her thighs, face pushing into her neck, sharp teeth gracing her sensitive skin. You twitch in her hand, melting as the pleasure seeps through your body, turning you warm and pliant, unable to move or do anything.
Sweat makes your dress stick to your skin, and Sevika’s hand pats your back, uttering soft praises on how her puppy does so well for her, and uses her tongue so fucking good, and deserves another treat. “Who’s a good puppy?” She murmurs in your ear, nails raking your back.
You wiggle in her grasp, eyes heavy with sleep. “Me…good puppy.”
The morning after is the same as always. Nothing changes besides the fact that you now wake up in Sevika’s arms, surrounded by her natural scent. But you still get up for her to brush your teeth and inspect your canines. Then you lie on her lap, purring until it’s time for her to leave, and now, before the door clicks, she presses a sweet, chaste kiss on your lips and scratches behind your ear, calling you her best pup.
Jinx is over when you begin to miss Sevika. Her mouth had been pressed into a wide grin, noting the changes in your demeanor, and how Sevika’s room was now filled with your things. “You should thank me…I made this happen.”
And she’s on the phone when you suggest her helping you cook something for Sevika, so you bring her lunch. Well… technically, you bribe her into helping you make food, in which she calls over Ekko, who ends up doing the cooking.
By the time the food is done, you’re dressed in one of the short, lilac dresses Sevika bought you, which she likes with long, white knitted socks reaching just under your knee cap, and a white buckle boot that leaves inches of the socks peeking out. Your tail swings under the dress, and you give Jink a twirl. “You think she’ll bend me over the desk?”
The girl face palms herself, a blush creeping to her cheeks. “Please…enough.”
You stick your tongue out at her, and you all leave the apartment, them taking their own way, while you walk to her office. You try to follow her scent, asking people for her by name, though some of them give you an odd eye. It takes almost an hour for you to reach her office, knuckles rasping over the door finally. “Come in.”
You suck in breath, opening the door, and walking in. She doesn’t look for a long time, “I told you that the construction papers are d–” Sevika pauses, seeing your face. It takes a minute before the shock disappears, and she rakes her eyes over your dress, watching the way your ears twitch. “How did you…find the office? Did you walk all the way here?”
She gets up from the desk, and you nod, showing her the lunch containers. “I brought lunch.” And presses a soft kiss on your cheek, softly scratching the back of your ear, and you purr into her hand. “Do you like it? Jinx and Ekko helped me cook.” You can feel the nerve of your tail wagging rapidly.
“Taking such good care of your owner…that deserves a reward, don’t you think?” And the words fall softly, though she walks around you like a hawk, placing the container on her table, beside the stacks of paper, “C’mere.”
You barely notice her tone of voice, though it drips with purpose, purred softly. But you stand on the spot next to her chair, smiling at her with excitement until her hands lift the back of your dress. “Sev…” You squeak.
“Hands on the table, puppy. ”
You obey her words, placing your palms flat on the table, sticking your butt out.
“Tsk. You’ve been so good for…and yet. Who permitted you to leave the house? Do you know how sick I would’ve been if you had gotten lost?” Her hand slaps down on your ass, making you jump with a gasp. The sting curls against your spine, making your knees buckle.
Her hands come down two more times, echoing in the office, and she only hums when you’re saying sorry. “‘m sorry…please. Should’ve ask–asked. I won’t do it again…it hurts.”
Sevika pulls the base of your tail, making you jolt into the air, body pushing forward, involuntarily sticking your ass out, making her chuckle. You look back at her, and she’s staring at you, hands quickly pulling your tail again, caressing the base of it, until your hips are bucking, nearly humping the air. “Sevika. Pleaseplease…sensitive. Someone wi–will walk in.”
“Will they?” You can hear the smile on her face. “How about this? Since I can’t trust you to walk back on your own, I will do my duty as your handler and keep you here. Under my desk.” Lewd suggestion drips in her voice, husked out, low and gravely. “To make sure you’re safe, and then we will go home. How’s that puppy?”
You hiccup into the air, nodding at her words. And her calloused hands softly knead your ass, making the sharp residue of pain fizz into pleasure. It stings, but the sensation of her hand makes your cunt drip. It almost feels like she has your cunt trained to pulse and leak when she touches you. “I’ll be good…promise.”
“I know,” She coes, helping you turn. And she pauses before lifting the front of your dress, smirking when your hands rapidly cover the front of your panties, thigh twitching. “Something wrong, pup?”
You rapidly shake your head, and she laughs at you while your body burns. It’s condensed and mean, but there’s a sense of adoration that comes with it, that makes you whine at her. “Down.”
Under her desk, you lie your head on her lap, and every time Sevika talks to you, as if you NEED her to monitor your movements to make sure that you’re safe, your body becomes dizzy. Papers rustle on her table, and the minutes slowly leak into hours, before she even acknowledges you, though you can feel when she’d pat your head. Soft purrs fall from your throat, nearly making her body vibrate.
You fall asleep between her legs. Only moving when someone would walk in to give her a set of files or to discuss something. “How’s it, puppy? Hungry? Thirsty?”
You pause before answering, “I’m okay. Can I touch you?”
Her head tilts. “You are touching me.”
Heat creeps to your cheeks. “Want to use my mouth on you.”
“At home, puppy. Keep still, and I’ll let you drool on my cunt.” You whimper at her feet, head nodding until she’s smiling and patting your head. When Sevika is finally done, your knees feel wobbly and sore. She holds you steady in one hand and the empty lunch container in the other, while you purr into her shoulder.
And instead of going straight home, she takes you for your second-favorite treat–steak.
When you finally arrive home, the sky is orange and gleaming. There’s a soft smell of burnt oranges and fabric softener around the apartment. “Shower. So I can check your ear.”
You pout at Sevika. “Why can’t we shower together?”
“I’m not sure I can trust you.” And she’s steering you to the bedroom, pushing you down on the bed as her hands curl to your boots, sliding them off your foot, and then your white socks. Her hands steer to your dress while you whine at her. How can she not trust you?
“You can. I promise I won’t try anything.” You retort, “Are you saying this because I humped you once? ONCE. I thought you were my pillow.”
Sevika scoffs, throwing your dress into the hamper, “Yeah, then when you realised I wasn’t your pillow. You kept going. Now what does that tell me?”
Despite her words, Sevika gets in the shower with you, and you really try to do anything besides convincing her to let you spread soap across her body. Your fingertips trailed each crevice, touching the tiny wounds on her back and her shoulder, then cupping her breasts while she stared at you with a bored look. But she lets you, all while you try not to giggle.
When you’re finished, she tries you, making sure your tail is dry and your floppy ears are cleaned. Sevika inspects them like it’s her job, holding you while she looks through the canals, and even when she’s done, she keeps you on her lap. Her metal hand holds onto your waist, as her hand caresses your thigh.
“You did really well for me today, pet. Brought me food, showered, healthy ears, and you kept your hands to yourself.” She muses, hand traveling to your breasts until her thumb is swiping across your pebbled peaks. You’re nearly naked on her lap, save for the lacy baby blue panties.
A loud whine falls from your lips, floppy ears twitching as your tail swishes, thumping the bed with a force that makes it vibrate. “Don’t tease, Sev…touch me, please.”
“You like being my pretty puppy, don’t you?” And she pinches your nipples, holding your back when you try to shrink away, blinking back tears from how sensitive everything feels. You whimper as moisture gathers at your waterline. “Shhh, it’s okay…going to take care of you, like I always do. ‘m going to keep you. ”
Sevika rotates between your breasts, pinching and pulling until you’re soaking on her lap, and your nipples are puffy and swollen. You’re softly shaking in her hand, moaning and whining as your cunt pulses, and Sevika pushes you down on her bed, crawling between your thighs.
She crashes your lips into a heated kiss, hands traveling to your soft belly, and she drinks in each soft whine you give her, licking into your mouth and biting your lower lip. It feels her with pride as you tremble in her bed, fingers sliding down to your inner thigh, messaging the soft flesh before pulling away and pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses on your neck.
When Sevika pulls away, you’re shaking, hands balled into fists, with your wrists slouched, and you really look like a puppy from below her. Sevika’s metal hand slipped to your throat, curling at the shiny bone name tag. You feel raw and exposed, like she will pull you apart at any second. “Sev…won’t you make your mutt feel good?”
Her hand falls from the bone tag, and she pulls away, slipping down to plant a kiss on your panties, right on your clit. Your eyes flutter closed, thighs falling open as Sevika licks the cotton fabric, sending tiny vibrations across your spine with each groan she gives you. It’s blinding, almost too much, and yet not enough.
Her tongue caresses the soaked cotton, sucking your swollen clit until you’re softly kicking, hips jolting into her face. Your cunt soaks her face, until she’s pulling down your wet panties, watching a small patch of hair cover your mound. Slick pours out of your cunt, and she’s back down, tongue parting your folds, making your body burn.
When she finally licks your clit, your muscles tighten, “Again…do it again,” You whine to Sevika, flexing your hip, trying to chase some relief, and she laps at the swollen bud over and over again, until your belly swoops and burns too hot.
Your spine tingles deliciously, the feeling taking over your brain, making you babble and drool. Each tiny sound that comes out sounds like mush and a mess of words. You feel her tongue sliding down, and she licks a broad stripe from your sopping hole up to your clit, until she’s back down using her nose to bump into your clit.
“So fucking good,” She murmurs into your cunt, pushing her tongue inside until your pussy clamps down on her. The movement makes your back lift from the bed, tiny tears sliding down your cheek, each gasp pulled from your lungs echoes into the air, high-pitched and needy.
A small pressure crosses your belly, gripping your flesh until you’re shuddering. And Sevika continues to fuck into your cunt, tongue stuffing you, before licking back up to your clit and assaulting the swollen bud.
The odd feeling of needing to pee curls against your spine, “‘m going to…sev–”
Your release is ripped from your body, eyes crossed as your pussy throbs, and your nerves drip with fire. Each second of the pleasure has your hips bucking into Sevika’s face, until it passes, and your hands are on her hair, meekly trying to push her away. Sevika comes up with a wet face and a grin. “Some’ wrong, puppy?”
You sniffle, shaking your head, “Feels really good.”
“Does it?” She purs, and she curls her right leg across yours, twisting your body to the side, and lifting one leg to her shoulder. “Give me one more, baby. Will you?”
And she moves her hips, before you can answer, sliding her pussy against yours, until slick and spit covers your thighs and a filthy, wet squelch echoes. Sevika fucks into you with vigor, setting a desperate pace. Your thighs twitch, despite pleas pulsing across the room, as you get dizzier with each second.
Sevika’s nails dig into your skin, moaning, sounding drunk off the pleasure and the sight of your tail swishing with each push of her thrust. The room sounds utterly filthy, the slapping of his skin, and the wet sound of Sevika’s pussy pushing into yours, intensifies the pleasure, making the knots in your belly tighter.
“Fuckk right there…so fucking good,” Sevika snarls, hungrily, snapping her hips until her calves begin to burn, and sweat builds at her temples.
“Ear…pul–pull them–please,” You mewl out, fingers twisting your own nipples, and sevika’s hand darts to your fluffy ears, pulling them until the nerves make your spine tingle, and your belly snap. You hiccup softly, thighs shakin, vision nearly whitening at the pleasure.
Sevika pulls your ear again, making you cry, tail twitching wildly, “What a bad mutt… coming before your owner.”
“Sorry…’m sorry, please–”
“Bark for me, baby, and I’ll forgive you.” She croons with a cruel laugh, and you bark for her, body falling into a dizzy state as she continues to buck into you. Pain swells in your spine. Sevika bucks one more time before she’s pushing down with force, eyes fluttering closed.
Her back arches, and she milks her own orgasm using your clit to get off, until warmth rolls away from her body, and she’s falling next to you, pressing her nose into your sweaty neck. You softly whimper, still feeling your cunt pulse and throb, though you nuzzle into her body. “You’re so…mean for making me bark.”
“Sorry, baby. Always wanted to hear you bark.” The grin on her face makes her glow, like some forsaken angel. The weight of the collar on your neck makes you feel soft and giddy, skin prickling with heat. Sevika’s face turns, and she stares at you with lidded eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“What am I?”
Her eyebrows furrow, neck muscle twitching, “What do you mean?”
“Am I only your therapy hybrid…or?” Your words come out too soft, like you're trying not to cry. “Will you break the contract after the one year is up?”
The room stills for a second, and she turns her head, “There is no contract. You’re not going back to that Therapy Hybrid place, and as for what you are…my companion, my girlfriend, my hybrid. Whatever you’d like to be…doesn’t matter, you belong to me, anyway.”