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Virgil grunted as his body rocked against the plush ottoman. The kitten hybrid was bent over, hands pushing him flat, teeth locked onto his nape. He could feel Logan's puffy breaths against his skin as he bit down, his cock pistoning in and out of him at a steady rate, his chest crushing him into the footstool.
How had he ended up like this? It had all happened so fast. One minute, Virgil was shoving Logan, telling the pompous mutt that he wasn’t the boss of him. The next minute, he's being shoved onto his knees, and the mute dog hybrid was ripping the pants off his legs.
Virgil shifted slightly beneath Logan, wincing as he felt the dog growl and tighten his jaws against his nape. He was tense and it was uncomfortable being held by his nape for so long. The kitten's body was tight and wanted to curl up on itself. If it wasn't for the ottoman, Virgil would likely be tucked into a ball.
Logan moaned against the back of his neck, his hands sliding down Virgil's back and grabbing onto his hips. He rutted into him at a harsher pace. Virgil's black cat ears were hidden in his faded purple hair, his eyes glassy and distant.
This wasn’t anything new to Virgil. This kind of thing happened at every home he wound up at. Sooner or later, the kitten hybrid always seemed to end up taking someone's cock. Willingly or not.
He just stopped fighting it after a while, accepting that this was his role. This was all that humans ever wanted him for. A punching bag, or a cock sleeve. Something to use, then discard when he was no longer young and cute.
When he was younger, Virgil stayed in homes for far longer. He would sometimes spend years with the same owner. But, inevitably, the human would get bored, and Virgil would be tossed away once more. Sometimes back to the shelter, sometimes pawned off to a friend or family member. It didn’t change. The cycle continued.
Now he was old, used up. No one wanted a 36 year old… People wanted kittens, young, cute, tight.
Virgil had been in the shelter the last time for almost a year and had actually found himself looking forward to being euthanized. He spent his time counting down the days until he hit the one year mark and he wouldn't have to face any more abuse, or rejection. No more pain. No more being beaten, or starved, or raped. He’d finally be free.
But then Roman came along-
Virgil let out a sharp mewl as the dog hybrid fucked into him, his cock head grazing Virgil’s prostate. Virgil arched up slightly, wincing as Logan's jaws got impossibly tighter.
‘I'm not fighting you, asshole, stop biting!’ Virgil thought to himself. If his body wasn’t locked into this semi-paralyzed state, he would be spitting the words at Logan. But he couldn't, so he simply laid there and waited for it to be over.
Virgil had been in this home for a little under two weeks, and in all that time he hadn’t been touched.
Not until tonight.
The dog hybrid of the house, Logan, had been agitated about something most of the day. Of course, Virgil had no idea what it was about since the mutt never fucking spoke! Virgil wasn’t sure if Logan couldn’t speak or if he just didn't want to. Either way, he had yet to hear a single word leave his mouth.
That didn't stop the dog from communicating. He was rather effective in getting his desires across non-verbally. Virgil had found himself actually growing to admire the stubborn mutt, in an odd sort of way. Logan always held himself in a way that screamed confidence, a straight back, intense eye contact, and a dominating presence that made everything feel…okay. As if no matter what happened, Logan would know what to do.
So his current actions completely caught Virgil off guard.
He didn't care that Logan was using him, not really… The dog had used spit as lube and had been nice enough to jam a couple of quick fingers into him for prep. Not that Virgil needed it. He was reminded constantly how used up he was. He was a whore. This was the one thing he was good for, and he was getting too loose to even be good for that, anymore.
So, it didn't hurt when Logan started fucking him. Not physically, anyway. But, it did pop the bubble of delusion that Virgil had started to believe about this home being different. It took longer than usual, but he was right back to where he always ended up, being pinned down and fucked.
Nothing mattered. Nothing changed.
Virgil let out a groan of relief as Logan’s teeth slacked on his nape and the dog pulled his head back. The kitten's body relaxed against the ottoman. Despite being able to move now, Virgil made no effort to try and fight Logan off as he continued his thrusting. Now Virgil could speak, but he remained silent, laying there limp and pliant as his body was rocked back and forth.
Virgil blinked tiredly, moving his hand to brush the hair out of his eyes. As soon as his hand moved, Logan snatched his wrist. The dog growled in his ear, his noises breathy and low. He pinned Virgil’s wrists down against the ottoman on either side of his head and Virgil couldn't help but roll his eyes.
“I’m just moving the hair out of my- ah!” Virgil's annoyed hiss was cut off by a sudden chirp of pleasure, the dog hybrid once more spearing his prostate. Virgil arched up more than before, and this time Logan didn't push him flat.
Logan pulled back after a moment, his hands sliding down Virgil's wrists, then sides, until he finally once again grabbed onto his hips. He kneeled behind Virgil, one leg propped up against the ottoman, pounding himself quicker into the kitten with soft grunts.
Virgil winced at a particularly harsh thrust but otherwise remained quiet, and limp. Just letting Logan do what he needed to do. Nothing mattered. It was bound to happen eventually.
Virgil was surprised that Roman hadn't used him first. His new owner had seemed /so/ excited to get a kitten. Yet, all he had done since getting Virgil was to sing him stupid songs and come up with annoying pet names to call him. Virgil kept waiting for him to pounce on him, but he hadn't.
He assumed now that Logan had taken his turn, Roman would follow. Whatever. It didn't matter.
Virgil didn't care.
Virgil's eyes went wide as he suddenly felt Logan take ahold of his long black tail.
“N-no, hey, don’t!” Virgil pleaded, twisting around to look at him. Logan rose an eyebrow, pushing Virgil's chest back into the ottoman with a growl of warning. “Don’t pull it, do-don't pull it. I’m being good. I’m not fighting, I’m being good!”
Virgil felt shame fill his chest as his eyes got watery. He couldn’t help it. His tail caused him a lot of issues. He hated people touching it. It was crooked, and kinked in several places from being broken repeatedly over the years. His owners seemed to love to yank on it, or step on it, slam it in car doors. Anything to get a reaction out of the kitten.
His breathing grew shaky as he felt Logan's fingers run over the long black fur. Virgil shuddered at the sensation. He pulled his head into his shoulders, a whimper leaving his lips as he waited for the pain to shoot up his spine.
But, Logan just continued to gently pet it, his thrusting stalled.
“...What are y-” Virgil flinched on instinct as Logan's hand suddenly pushed its way into Virgil's hair. Logan rubbed his fingers against the base of Virgil's big black ear, petting it.
Virgil cringed at the feeling.
Logan continued to pet his ears with one hand, his other gently caressing Virgil's tail, lightly running his fingers down the length and mostly letting it slide through his hand.
Virgil squirmed slightly, his face getting darker as he felt himself start to stiffen against the ottoman.
Another few pets, and Virgil couldn't hold back the purr that erupted from his chest, his eyelids drooping.
He hadn’t been pet in so long…
This seemed to be what Logan was looking for, because as soon as Virgil started to purr, Logan dropped his chest back down across Virgil's back, crushing him into the footrest once more. He resumed his thrusting, his hands moving to hold onto Virgil's hips.
Virgil grimaced but forced himself to keep up the noise. Logan seemed to like it.
Logan started to rub his cheek against Virgil's shoulder, nuzzling his face into the hood of the black and purple hoodie Roman had gotten for the kitten. Logan nudged his face back against his neck and Virgil sighed, bracing himself for Logan to once more latch onto his nape.
He was surprised when he felt Logan's lips against his skin. The dog hybrid moaned softly into his flesh, pressing kisses along his neck and up the side of his jaw. Virgil cringed as Logan wrapped his arms underneath him, pulling him back up against his chest.
“...Are you…kissing me?” Virgil couldn't help but ask, tilting his head as Logan started to kiss up the other side as well. Logan showed no sign of embarrassment or shame, nodding his head and humming affirmatively, his hips speeding up. His breath was getting choppier.
At least it was almost o-
Virgil yelped, cringing as he felt Logan suddenly grab ahold of his cock. Virgil stopped purring, dread filling his chest. Any time an owner grabbed ahold of him like that, it was never for anything good. Pinching, or pulling, or putting it in a cock cage. His dick was almost as abused as his tail was.
A weak moan slipped out of Virgil's lips as Logan started to stroke him, and the noise made the dog hybrid speed up his hips even more. Virgil's ears were once more hidden away in his hair, folded back in confusion. Why was Logan touching him?
“Ah!” Virgil arched his back against Logan, throwing his head against his chest, Logan pistoned into his prostate, and precum leaked out of Virgil’s cock.
Logan suddenly pulled Virgil up on his knees on the ottoman, holding him back against his chest as he pounded into him, kneeling behind him.
Virgil tried to suck in a large breath now that he wasn't being crushed into a cushion, but his breathing refused to cooperate as it came out in short, breathy puffs.
Logan held Virgil against him with one arm slung across his torso. The other was stroking his cock, making the kitten whine and squirm.
Virgil didn't know what to do with his hands. He panted, whimpering and grabbing onto Logan's forearm. He tucked his face into Logan's neck, his cheeks flushed. Logan’s rhythm started to get sloppy and Virgil knew he was close.
The kitten hybrid rocked himself back against Logan's thrusting, breathy pants leaving his lips as he once more resumed purring. Only louder this time, unable to hold the rumbling back. Logan moaned in his ear, and then suddenly he was biting down on the side of his neck.
Hard.
Virgil screeched, and arched his back. He dug his clawless fingertips into Logan's forearm, cum shooting out of him and into Logan’s hand.
He didn't even register that Logan had finished until he felt something inside him swell. The kitten's eyes blew wide as he felt the dog hybrid's cock form a knot, locking him in place with his semen spattered against his walls.
Virgil whimpered, his thighs trembling, still not fully out of his post orgasm bliss. He leaned against Logan, completely worn out, just trying to catch his breath.
Logan's breath came out in growls against Virgil's throat, still latched down. Virgil attempted to pull his head away, only for Logan to tighten his jaws and the kitten understood the message to stay still.
Virgil didn't say anything, or ask any questions. He just stayed there, limp and exhausted as Logan held him, arms locked around him and teeth biting his neck. They were still kneeling, and if it wasn't for Logan and the ottoman keeping him upright, Virgil would have collapsed by now.
He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, blinking his tired eyes. The only noise in the room was the constant purrs rumbling from Virgil's chest.
Virgil groaned as he felt Logan finally unlatch off his neck, relaxing his shoulders. He could feel a trickle of blood run down the side of his neck, but he was surprised it wasn't more.
Suddenly, Logan's hand was in front of his face, Virgil's semen running down his palm. Virgil grimaced and moved his head away.
Logan followed it, keeping his hand in front of him. Virgil narrowed his eyes as he heard Logan clear his throat expectantly.
The kitten sighed in defeat and flicked his sandpapery tongue over Logan's palm, the scratchy muscle lapping up the semen. He grimaced at the taste but otherwise didn't object. He licked at his palm a few times, shame once more creeping in as he licked it clean.
He stopped purring.
Logan pulled his hand back and pushed his fingers into Virgil's hair, petting his ears. Virgil rolled his eyes, biting back the sarcastic comment he wanted to make about how Logan could stop petting him, he had already gotten what he wanted.
Virgil just laid against Logan's chest and stretched his mouth open in a yawn, his kitten fangs on full display.
“...When does this thing go down? I want to go to bed.” Virgil muttered after another stretch of silence, kneeling with thighs trembling from exhaustion, his pants around his calves, Logan's knot still snugly in place.
Logan didn't reply, not that Virgil was surprised. What did surprise him, however, was the dog suddenly grabbing Virgil under his thighs.
Virgil yelped in alarm and confusion, Logan stood up, bringing Virgil with him. He stood with his cock still locked inside of Virgil, carrying him with one arm under his thighs, and the other arm across his chest.
“L-Logan!” Virgil whined in objection, his face flushing red. The way he was lifted like he was nothing, being carried in the same position he had been fucked in.
It was completely humiliating.
Logan didn't react to Virgil's alarm. He merely carried him along, out of the living room and down the dark hallway. Virgil blinked his eyes as he passed the spare room that Roman insisted was his. Virgil knew better than to refer to it as that.
He’d just be leaving eventually anyway. It didn't matter if Roman bought Virgil brand new bedding, and decor to make the room feel like his own. It wasn’t his own. The kitten hybrid had to remind himself of that. So, to Virgil, it was simply the spare room he slept in until Roman inevitably decided to rehome him.
Maybe he’d get lucky and be allowed to stay for more than a few months. But, probably not.
Logan said nothing, as usual, carrying Virgil into a bedroom that he hadn’t been in yet. Logan had been rather protective of his room, and kept the door closed.
Virgil knew better than to go in somewhere without asking.
Logan opened the door and Virgil was surprised to see just how lively it was. The walls had posters on them, and there were several model ships and rockets on display on the shelves.
Virgil didn't get long to take in the room, however. Logan walked over the corner, where there was a queen sized bed waiting. Virgil winced as Logan shifted him to one arm, his cock knot tugging inside of him as he moved.
Logan threw off the dark blue comforter and set Virgil down onto the mattress, climbing on behind him.
Virgil whined in discomfort, the knot sliding inside of him once more.
"Ah-uh. Wait," Virgil put his arms up to prevent himself from being shoved into the corner.
Logan paused behind him.
"Uh...Can I-...I need to face the other way. I don't...I don't like not being able to watch the door. Please," Virgil requested, his cheeks growing red. It felt completely humiliating to still be attached to Logan this intimately. He just wanted to go to bed, he didn't want to be stuck to the dog hybrid all night.
But it didn't seem like Virgil had a choice.
Logan didn't move at first. Virgil opened his mouth to ask again, but quickly snapped his jaws shut as Logan suddenly rolled over him. Virgil let out a low grunt as the dog hybrid's body weight pressed him into the mattress, his cock knot driving in deeper. Then, Logan was laying behind him, and Virgil could breathe again.
"...Thank you," Virgil muttered, settling on his side on the bed. The bed wasn’t like Romans, covered in blankets and pillows. But it was still remarkably comfortable. They blankets beneath the comforter were all pushed together to create a place of comfort. A ring of blankets and softness to sleep in. He was surprised, Logan didn't seem like the blanket nest type.
Virgil let his eyes dance around the room, taking in the details.
The first thing Virgil noticed was the large amount of space decor. Rockets, planets, moons, stars. It was all over Logan's room. Model rockets, puzzles of the solar system, diagrams of different planets, all sorts of nerdy space stuff covered the place.
“You uh…” Virgil cut through the silence. “You like space, huh?” He glanced over his shoulder. Logan was staring at him once more with his intense eyes. Then, his expression softened and he nodded his head. Virgil heard him flip a switch behind him, his ear flicking at the noise.
Then, lights flicked on above Virgil's head. The kitten hybrid's eyes widened as he stared up at the ceiling. Hundreds of tiny white lights dotted along the black ceiling.
“Woah…” Virgil murmured, looking up at the tiny lights with an expression of wonder. He cringed as Logan reached over him, pressing him into the mattress as he turned something on on the nightstand.
When Virgil looked up again, he was met by a projection of a full moon. It was being shone from the night stand, the combination of the two sets of lights made the dark room feel almost other worldly.
“Wow…” It would almost be nice, laying here under fake stars with Logan, if it wasn't for the knot locked inside of him.
Logan's hand was suddenly in Virgil's hair again and the kitten hybrid couldn't help but flinch, tucking his head into his shoulders. Logan simply pet his ears gingerly with one hand, the other arm wrapped over Virgil's torso, keeping him pressed snugly into Logan's body.
Virgil yawned again, not objecting to the petting. He felt Logan start to cover them with his blanket. As he did, Virgil kicked his legs. The kitten could hear the very start of a growl begin to form but Logan stopped the noise when he saw Virgil simply kick the pants he had been wearing fully off and onto the floor.
Then, they were laying there in bed, spooning, under a ceiling of stars, locked together.
The kitten took a big breath in and closed his eyes. This wasn't where he thought he would end up tonight. Virgil had been fucked by dog hybrids before, but he had never been…locked in like this. He knew that dogs liked to hump whatever they saw as theirs, and the kitten assumed that's what this was, Logan claiming him as his own. But there was just something about Logan that didn't seem…right.
All of the dog hybrids Virgil knew were excitable, energetic, annoying as Hell. But Logan…outside from tonight, Logan had always been extremely level headed, and calm. Dominant, yes, but he didn't seem like the type to just pin Virgil to the footstool and fuck him just because he lost his temper.
It had to be something else.
Virgil looked over his shoulder once more, and was unnerved to see that Logan hadn't shifted his intense eye contact since the last time he looked over at him. Virgil swallowed a throat of anxiety, flicking his eyes up to the top of Logan’s head.
On his head were two large triangular brown and white ears. They stood upright, and if Virgil had to guess, he was a husky, or a shepherd hybrid. Something large.
“...Do you have a tail?” Virgil asked, watching Logan's reaction over his shoulder. He had not seen a tail on the dog hybrid, so he assumed it was tucked away in his pants or just exceptionally short. Knowing the kind of tail he had might help Virgil figure out the kind of dog Logan was. The hybrid, of course, didn't speak. Instead he moved his arm off Virgil’s torso, and took a hold of his hand.
Logan slid Virgil's hand back behind him, and pressed it against his tail at the base of his spine. Virgil's ears twitched curiously as he rubbed the nub that he couldn't see. As he did so, the stub waggled against his fingers. Virgil chuckled weakly, feeling the long wiry fur. It didn't feel like it was meant to be that short.
Virgil’s eyes widened in realization. “They docked your tail?” He asked in a soft voice. Logan nodded his head, nuzzling his chin into the crook of Virgil's neck. Virgil frowned at that, looking down at his own clawless fingers.
“Roman?” Virgil asked, dread filling his stomach.
Logan shook his head, and Virgil relaxed once more. At least that was one good thing. Roman hadn’t seemed like the type to alter his hybrids. He was vain, yes, but in the two weeks he had Virgil, the man had been nothing but a ray of sunshine. An overly affectionate, noisy, obnoxious ray of sunshine.
“That's fucking cruel,” Virgil muttered, his expression hardening. He hated humans sometimes. They were needlessly abusive, even when they were getting what they fucking wanted. They loved to hurt Virgil just to prove that they could. Just so that Virgil would be grateful the next time they decided to be ‘gentle.’
Virgil squeezed Logan's arm, his ears going down slightly.
“They took my claws…” Virgil admitted into the darkness after several beats of silence. “I was-” Virgil flinched on instinct as Logan suddenly pulled his hand up for a closer look. Virgil swallowed, but finished his statement. “I was 12,”
The first knuckle on each of his ten digits was gone. Even on his thumbs. No nail bed, nothing. They just chopped them all off.
“They uh…they got mad at me because I clawed up my owner's kid's face. He was fucking strangling me.” Virgil huffed. His tail lashed between them and Virgil cringed when he felt Logan take hold of it, moving it off to the side before letting it go again.
“Didn’t give me a warning, or anything. Just one and done,” Virgil scoffed, his ears slowly peeking out from his hair. “Still rehomed me after. Which, was kind of fucked. I had to recover all by myself in the shelter and it fucking took for-” Virgil cut off his words as he suddenly felt Logan pull his hand up to his mouth. Virgil gasped sharply, and began to plead for the dog hybrid not to bite him, but the words died on his lips as he felt Logan push his clawless fingers against his teeth.
Or..against his /lack/ of teeth.
Virgil's eyes widened and he looked over his shoulder at Logan again. Logan's ears drooped slightly and he glanced away. For once, not staring at Virgil with those intense eyes. He pulled back his lips in a shaky smile and showed Virgil his mouth.
He had no canines.
“They took your fucking teeth?” Virgil asked, his mouth dropped open in shock. Logan simply nodded his head, closing his mouth once more. Suddenly it made sense why he didn't speak. Their absence was very noticeable when he opened his mouth. Two clear gaps along the top and the bottom rows of his teeth.
Logan didn't release Virgil's hand, moving it down his jaw to his throat. Virgil pushed his eyebrows together. He pressed his fingers against his skin and was surprised to feel a long, thin scar across his neck. It was faded, and long ago had healed.
Virgil's ears went down once more.
“And they clipped your vocal cords…” He realized, shaking his head. Logan nodded wordlessly, shifting to lay closer. He pulled Virgil back against him and wrapped him up in both arms. He let out a long, tired sigh into Virgil's neck through his nose.
“That fucking sucks, man.” Virgil didn't know what else to say. His tail, his voice AND his teeth? Talk about overkill.
To his surprise, Logan just chuckled breathily at that, nuzzling his chin into the crook of Virgil's neck once more, holding him snugly against him.
“Humans are so fucking cruel…” Virgil scoffed, his tail twitching once more beneath the blanket. Logan hummed in agreement. He could feel the dog hybrid start to pet his ears again, and Virgil let himself resume purring.
Logan seemed to really enjoy his purring, as he felt him nuzzle impossibly closer once he started. Virgil didn't comment on it, he just kept up the noise.
It was nice, despite everything, laying here with Logan. It was quiet, and peaceful. The lights overhead cast enough light to be soothing, but not enough to be too bright to sleep under. The room was cool, and Logan's comforter was warm. Everything about being here felt safe. The blanket nest felt safe, Logan's arms wrapped around him felt safe.
In an odd way, even the knot inside of Virgil felt like safety. It meant he was stuck close to Logan, and the dog hybrid would be right there in case anything went wrong. And, the kitten was surprised at how much he didn't mind the full feeling it gave him.
Not that he’d admit this out loud, of course.
Logan began to kiss over the sore bite mark on the side of Virgil's neck. It had stopped bleeding, but that didn't stop it from aching as Logan dragged his lips over it. Logan kissed the spot a few times, then moved onto the back of Virgil's neck, to his bitten up nape.
“Uh-” Virgil cringed back, his purring stopping. Logan lifted his head. “I uh…Look, if you want to fuck me in the future, you can,” Virgil stated. “I don’t really care all that much, but I don- ah-” Virgil tensed his head into his shoulders as Logan dragged his teeth across his nape. Not fully biting down, but the sensation was still enough to send shivers up Virgil's spine and make him tense.
“I don’t like the nape biting,” Virgil finally spat out, his ears flattening in his hair. He was sure Logan would start biting him harder just to prove that he could. It's what happened any time Virgil expressed that he didn't like something. It's why Virgil eventually just stopped objecting all together.
But for some reason, Virgil was feeling like he could…be vulnerable with Logan. Maybe he would listen, since he was a fellow hybrid, and not an evil human.
“It makes me anxious…not being able to move like that. I don't….I don't like it,” Virgil shook his head. He chuckled humorlessly, looking down. “Look, I’ll lay there all good and silent for you, you won't have to restrain me. I’ll…I’ll be good. Just don't…dont bite me…Please.”
Logan was still for a moment, then he leaned down and started to press his mouth against Virgil's nape.
“Damnit…” Virgil let out another humorless chuckle, his eyes getting wet once more. Why did he even bother to say anything? He should have just kept his mouth shut. Now Logan would probably bite him even more, as a punishment or just to prove that he was stronger and that he could.
However, Logan didn’t bite. Instead, he pressed soft, firm kisses against his nape. He kissed him a few times, petting Virgil as he did so and the kitten soon understood the intent was an apology.
Virgil relaxed once more and a purr vibrated out of his chest louder the longer he was pet. The kitten yawned, letting Logan snuggle closer to him. Logan pressed his face into Virgil's neck, rubbing his cheek along the crook between his shoulder and head. Virgil wasn't sure what he was doing, maybe itching his face on his neck? Whatever it was, it wasn't biting and that's all that Virgil cared about, so he simply closed his eyes and let Logan continue to rub his cheek against him.
“What kind of dog hybrid are you, anyway?” Virgil asked into the darkness after a few minutes of silent cuddling. He didn't expect an answer, so he wasn't even fully sure why he asked. “Husky? German shepherd?” Virgil looked back at Logan over his shoulder.
Logan shook his head, his eyes back to the intense and possessive look they usually held.
“What, then?” Virgil asked, his curiosity piqued. Logan was silent, looking down in contemplation. Then, he lifted his face to the projection of the moon across the ceiling, and he threw back his head.
Virgil's eyes blew wide as Logan let out a long, scratchy howl under his breath. It was hoarse, and shaky. But it was beautiful. A noise diluted by the mutilation of his throat.
Suddenly, everything made sense to Virgil as he lay there, knotted.
Logan wasn’t a dog hybrid.
He was a wolf.