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What the hell had he gotten himself into? Hongjoong paced back and forth on the small balcony of his penthouse. He’d been considering getting a hybrid for a while, it wasn’t like this was completely out of the blue. But he’d been entirely unprepared when he’d gotten an email about an online hybrid auction taking place the very next day. Curiosity had led him to click the link against his better judgement. He’d always been a bit too impulsive. But as soon as he’d seen the huge pink eyes he’d been a goner. Now the bid timer ticked down at a maddeningly slow pace on his screen.
Hybrid #04876 was the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen. His listing had a handful of posed pictures of the bunny, kneeling with his hands folded. His snow-white ears were almost comically tall. It was a wonder he could hold them up straight. Skin and hair just as pale as his fur completed the picture of the angelic hybrid.
The loud ping of an incoming email made him rush back to the computer. Of course, there was still almost an hour left on the auction timer, so it couldn’t have been the ‘you won!’ email he’d been hoping for. He clicked on his inbox icon anyway, surprised to find the email was indeed from the auction site.
Valued customer,
Thank you for your interest in hybrid #04876. We strive to ensure the satisfaction of our clients while also maintaining the privacy of our hybrids. We understand that buyers will want to see the product in its entirety before the bids are finalized. Please follow this link and fill out the necessary information to view the exclusive video of hybrid #04876.
What the fuck? What did that even mean? Hongjoong plopped down in the desk chair and clicked the link. After following the instructions, a video popped up on his screen. Upon clicking play, he was glad he’d sat down. Nothing could have prepared him for what he saw.
The bunny hybrid followed instructions barked at him from offscreen. With steady hands he undid the front of his pale blue robe, exposing himself entirely to the camera as it slipped from his shapely frame. His expression showed no signs of discomfort, even as he was instructed to spin in a slow circle, lift his arms, kneel, stand, and finally to ‘present’. Which Hongjoong learned meant to face away from the camera, upper body pressed to the floor with his ass lifted high in the air for the camera to zoom in on. He lifted his white tail high to give a better view of his pretty pink hole. Hongjoong choked on his spit and quickly clicked away from the video, heart hammering in his chest.
Jesus. He’d forgotten that most people viewed hybrids as sex toys. Personal companions, they called them, so they didn’t have to say ‘sex slave’ in polite company. The man’s stomach flipped. His intent had been to procure a hybrid as an actual companion. Someone to come home to at the end of the day, to make his empty apartment seem less lonely. To accompany him on mundane shopping trips and talk to him and keep him company. But that wasn’t the clientele this auction site catered to. If anything, the disturbing video only made him more certain that he had to bring this bunny home. He could give the hybrid a proper home. One with love and joy instead of servitude and obedience.
Clicking back to the website, two bids were now listed above his own. He quickly placed another bid, more than doubling the previous price. Money was no object for him. He lived a modest lifestyle, but he came from a wealthy family. The ridiculously high bid ensured his success, and not long later, the timer ticked down to zero. Hongjoong was the proud new owner of a hybrid he had no idea how to take care of and was entirely unprepared for. Fuck.
But it was fine. Surely, he had a few weeks before his companion’s arrival. He planned to turn his office into a second bedroom so the bunny could have a space of his own. The primary bedroom had plenty of space to move his desk into a corner. So, the next day, he sat drinking his morning coffee and shopping online for some of the basics he would need to welcome his new addition when his phone rang.
A polite voice on the other end rattled off information about his hybrid’s incoming flight information. That evening. Hongjoong tried not to panic as he scrambled to write down the flight number and pickup instructions.
And so that’s how he found himself driving home with his new hybrid in the car, far before he was prepared.
“So…um…” he broke the silence, keeping his eyes on the road. “I’m not sure what they’ve told you about me, but I’m Kim Hongjoong. I’m 27. I live by myself in a small apartment in the entertainment district….” He really had no idea what to say. How did you introduce yourself to a complete stranger who would now be living with you under your care?
The man’s ears twitched, signaling he was listening. He rubbed his pale hands together in his lap before letting his eyes flick to his new owner’s face and then quickly away. “I’m exceedingly pleased to make your acquaintance. I hope I can live up to your expectations.”
The words sounded robotic, like a memorized script. But a nervous twitch of his pink nose betrayed his sincerity and anxiousness to please.
“What’s your name?”
“Hybrid number 048-“
Hongjoong cut him off with a dismissive wave of his hand. “Your actual name.”
The fluffy ears pressed flat to his head for a second before raising again, brushing the ceiling of the car. “My mother called me Seonghwa, sir. But you can choose whatever name you prefer.”
“Nonsense. Seonghwa is a beautiful name.”
Seonghwa blushed deep pink. The information packet he’d been emailed had stated that the bunny was an albino. That explained the beautiful pink eyes and the skin and fur paler than seemed possible. His twitchy little button nose was a pale pink, and his cheeks flushed easily, with no color there to hide his emotions.
Of course, Hongjoong had only read the first 5 pages of the nearly 80 page information packet. Who had time for that? It was probably mostly health documentation. That reminded him, he’d probably better schedule the hybrid a health check.
Pulling into the parking garage, Hongjoong got out and waited for Seonghwa to follow. When the passenger door remained closed, he wandered over and opened it, peering inside. Seonghwa held up the end of his leash as though waiting to be led.
“Oh, that’s alright. I don’t need the leash. You’re not planning to run off, are you?” His joke didn’t land. Seonghwa looked horrified.
“I was kidding! Kidding!” He went ahead and took hold of the leash, trying to make the bunny feel comfortable again. The lead was completely unnecessary, as he expected. The man followed half a step behind him at all times, leaving the leash slack between them.
“Right. So this is it. Home sweet home.” He unclipped the leash and hung it by the door. He reached to unbuckle the collar as well, but the panicked look on the bunny’s face made him retract his hand. “Sorry. I just thought-… Anyway. Make yourself at home. This is just as much your space as mine now. So please let me know what I can do to make it comfortable for you. I mean it. I didn’t have much time to prepare so I’ll need your help and input on how to make the space hybrid-friendly.”
Seonghwa nodded stiffly. He moved to stand against the wall near the door.
“Umm…You can-…I mean… Why don’t you come sit on the couch with me? We can watch a show before bed to wind down?”
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Seonghwa had no idea what to expect from his new owner, but this tiny, energetic, thoughtful man hadn’t been it. He was trained to anticipate the wishes of his master. So, at the request to move to the couch and wind down before bed, recognition dawned in his brain. Right. Of course. Now this he knew how to do. Small talk, not so much. But this was his area of expertise.
He followed Hongjoong to the couch, but instead of sitting on the cushion he patted in invitation, the hybrid sat neatly on his heels in front of the couch. He placed his chin on his master’s knee, looking up at him with wide eyes.
Hongjoong looked taken aback, but his face softened into a smile at the physical contact. He reached down and pet Seonghwa’s fluffy hair, stroking gently up his long ears. Seonghwa chittered contentedly. He allowed himself to indulge in the feeling for a few minutes while the human flicked through the Netflix offerings, eventually landing on an old, overplayed sitcom.
Once the show started up, Seonghwa laid his head down sideways on his owner’s thigh and reached for his belt buckle.
To his confusion, Hongjoong’s legs snapped shut quickly. “Ah! Whoa, whoa!” He reached for the hybrid’s hand to stop him. “That won’t be necessary.”
The long ears drooped. “I thought you wanted to relax before bed? Won’t you let me help you?”
“Y-yeah…but-…” Hongjoong spluttered, trying to get his brain working. “I meant just hanging out. Maybe cuddling if you like that kind of thing. I don’t expect any sexual favors from you. That’s not why I bought you. It’s important that you know that.”
Confusion passed over the bunny’s features, nose twitching furiously. “But I want to.” His words seemed genuine, but the human wasn’t swayed.
“No thank you, Hwa. Just come up here on the couch with me, hm?”
The rejection stung. It hurt more than Seonghwa cared to admit. Why didn’t his master want him? Had he done something wrong? Had he messed up already? He replayed every interaction they’d had in the last few hours since meeting but couldn’t think of anything he’d done to offend him so terribly. There was really only one explanation, then. – his new owner simply didn’t find him attractive. He blinked the sting of tears back, but followed the order, crawling into the other man’s lap.
“There. That’s better. See, isn’t that nice?” Hongjoong pulled the taller man close to himself, arms wrapped around his back, one massaging the back of the hybrid’s neck. Seonghwa didn’t respond. Of course, he liked cuddling. But that wasn’t what his body craved most. He buried his face in the crook of the human’s neck, ignoring the tv show. Humans had no pheromones, but Hongjoong smelled of soap and tea and citrusy cologne. It was soothing enough, so Seonghwa took in deep lungfuls of the scent, trying to calm his body and mind.
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After only 20 minutes, the hybrid on his lap had drifted off. Hongjoong smiled to himself. It must have been a long day for the poor thing. He stroked the impossibly soft ears that twitched erratically in his sleep. He looked so perfect and angelic in his lap. Hongjoong couldn’t have been happier with this impulsive decision.
The hand rubbing up and down Seonghwa’s back found his fluffy tail. He gave it a gentle squeeze. It was the softest thing he’d ever felt. He gave it a few strokes and another squeeze. He wouldn’t dare touch it like that while the man was awake. It seemed like an invasion of privacy, but he couldn’t help just a quick pet while he didn’t know.
A quiet chitter followed by a whimper left the hybrid’s mouth. He squirmed in his lap. At first, Hongjoong was worried he’d woken the bunny, but his eyelids remained closed, eyes rolling underneath in active sleep. The squirming picked up until the hybrid was wriggling in his lap, hips working in little circles.
Not recognizing the movement for what it was, Hongjoong thought he was uncomfortable. “Let’s get you to bed,” he whispered, more to himself. Though he was taller than the human, the bunny was light and easy to carry. Hongjoong deposited him on one side of his bed and climbed in the other. “Sorry, I promise I’ll get you your own bed soon,” he said softly into the darkness.
The bunny rolled to his stomach, continuing to writhe against the mattress. Hongjoong was tired enough that the movement didn’t keep him from drifting off. He wondered if all hybrids moved around so much in their sleep or if maybe his was dreaming. He let sleep pull him under without giving it a second thought.
If Hongjoong had bothered to read the other 75 pages of information, he’d have known if was not just a dream. But he hadn’t read it.
How to care for your new hybrid’s sexual needs
If this is your first time owning a hybrid, it is important to read this information carefully. Many hybrid breeds experience heats, both males and females. It is important that you learn about how to best support your hybrid during their heat cycles. Talk to your hybrid ahead of time to come up with a heat plan. As the owner, it is your responsibility to make sure their sexual needs are met. If you are unwilling or unable to meet their needs, you must provide adequate toys and/or some other suitable replacement. This is not optional. A hybrid’s physical and mental health may decline if they are left alone during their heats or if their sexual needs are not met outside of their cycles. Some hybrid breeds require daily sexual stimulation due to their hybrid breed traits. These breeds include, but are not limited to: rabbits, dogs and certain large cats. Inability to meet these needs will result in poor bonding between owner and hybrid as well as physical health concerns and psychological distress.
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Seonghwa awoke with his pulse thundering in his ears. The room was dark. The clock read 4:24am. A strange bed. A strange room. The pillow smelled unfamiliar. The memories came rushing back in. Hongjoong, his new home. This must be his master’s bed. Sure enough, he rolled over and saw the other man snoring softly beside him.
It was the act of rolling over that made him realize why he’d woken up. His underwear was sticky. He sucked in a shaky breath and tried not to panic. It was just slick, right? Totally normal. He pushed a shaky hand into the front of his briefs. Fuck. Nope, it wasn’t just slick. Seonghwa slipped out of the bed as quietly as possible so as not to wake the sleeping human. Shit, shit, shit. He was in so much trouble.
How was he going to fix this? He couldn’t get in trouble within the first 12 hours of being in his new home. He would be sent back to the facility – or worse. He had to make sure Hongjoong didn’t find out about the shameful thing he’d done. But he’d arrived at his new home with only the clothes on his back. He didn’t have anything to change into. He could wear something of Hongjoong’s but that was surely off limits, and he would have to explain why he had changed clothes.
The bunny glanced at the bed as he got up. Only a small wet spot had leaked onto the sheets. Probably small enough to go unnoticed. But his clothes were a mess. He snuck to the kitchen, steps light and quick. Without risking turning a light on, he stripped off his white uniform pants and underwear. Slick and cum coated both articles of clothing.
Turning the sink on to just a trickle, he set to work washing the clothing. Dish soap and water made them good as new. Just as he turned off the faucet, feeling accomplished, a realization sank like a rock in his stomach. He had to dry the clothes. There was definitely no time to hang them. It was 5am now and surely the human would be awake soon. He had no idea how to use the clothes dryer, but he had to try.
Panic flared in his chest as he made his way to the little laundry room off the kitchen and saw the hundreds of buttons on the confusing machines. There weren’t actually hundreds, but there may as well have been for all he understood. Opening the little door, he tossed the wet clothes in and started pressing buttons. His ears pinned flat to his head, his foot thumped loudly against the floor in anxiety. He was in so much trouble.
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Hongjoong awoke to a distant noise. Assuming it was a neighbor, he rolled over to close his eyes again when he saw the empty spot next to him in bed. Seonghwa. He was awake in an instant. Where had he gone? Was something wrong?
He heard the distant noise again. Thump thump thump. A quick succession of knocks. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he followed the sound. Nothing could have prepared him for what he would find. Hybrid ownership was going to be harder than he thought.
In the small laundry closet, Seonghwa sat naked from the waist down in front of the dryer. His arms covered his head as though he was expecting an attack from above. His knees were drawn up to his chest, but one of his feet thumped a fast, steady beat on the ground. That was the noise that had awakened him.
“Hwa?”
The hybrid didn’t appear to have heard him. His breaths were shallow and labored.
“Bunny? What happened? What’s wrong?” He knelt beside the other man and set a hand on his shoulder to get his attention.
Seonghwa flinched like he’d been hit. If he was freaking out before, he now went into a full-blown panic. His voice was shrill as he tripped over his words stuttering apologies that barely made sense.
“Shhhh. Shhh. It’s ok. Everything’s ok.” He gathered the crying boy into his arms and rocked him. “Did something happen to your clothes, baby? Were you trying to wash them? You should have woken me up. You can ask for help, you know. You won’t be in trouble.”
Hongjoong was pretty sure the only word the bunny heard was ‘trouble’. He began to sob harder.
It took a while before he was able to coax Seonghwa back to the bedroom. Finding clean pajama pants in his closet, he offered them to the other, who was now trying to pull his tunic-style shirt down far enough to cover himself. His ears drooped in shame.
Hongjoong KNEW what he’d done. He must know. The punishment would surely be coming any minute now. Masturbation was strictly forbidden. He didn’t remember touching himself. He’d been sleeping, right? He couldn’t remember in his panicked state. But he’d ejaculated, so he must have touched himself. He was bad. A very bad hybrid. Hongjoong would probably send him back. He sniffled pitifully.
“Put these pants on, ok? They’ll probably be a little short on you, but it’ll do for now. I’ll buy you some clothes of your own tomorrow. I doubt you want to borrow my boxers, so just wear the pants for now, they should be soft and comfortable. Sorry, there’s no hole for your tail…” he stopped talking, realizing he was rambling to fill the silence. He turned around to give Seonghwa some semblance of privacy while he redressed. “Alright, well. Um. It’s a bit late to go back to sleep now, so how about some breakfast?”
The hybrid, still visibly shaken, nodded and scurried to the kitchen. Hongjoong heard the clink of pots and pans before he even had time to follow. Rubbing his temples, he followed Seonghwa into the kitchen. “I didn’t mean for you to make breakfast, bunny. Let me cook for you.”
The hybrid really looked like he was going to have a mental breakdown now. He stood frozen, carton of eggs in one hand and skillet in the other. Hongjoong gently pried them from his hands and led him to the couch, urging him to sit.
When breakfast was prepared, he brought two plates to the living room. Seonghwa sat stiff as a board on the very edge of the couch cushion. His expression was blank and his ears were up. What that body language meant, he wasn’t entirely sure, but at least he wasn’t crying or hyperventilating. So that was an improvement. They ate in silence, both sitting on the couch. Cutlery clinked on porcelain as Hongjoong went over the strange events of the morning in his mind. What on earth had happened to Seonghwa’s pants? Maybe he had an accident and was embarrassed? Was he even toilet trained? No, that was a stupid question. Of course he must be. He may be part rabbit, but hybrids were mostly human after all. Besides, that would be an awkward question to ask. So, he settled for, “do you want to talk to me about what happened this morning?”
Seonghwa stilled, setting his half-finished plate on the coffee table. He looked at his hands and gave a small shake of his head. This was probably a test to see if he’d tell the truth. Hongjoong knew and just wanted Seonghwa to admit to it before he punished him. But just in case he hadn’t figured it out, the hybrid was not going to incriminate himself.
“No, you don’t want to talk about it?” Another shake of the head. “Ok…” he scrubbed a hand over his tired face. “That’s fine. Just know you can tell me anything. You won’t be punished for making mistakes here. I want you to come to me for help.”
Strange. He couldn’t let himself believe that. Couldn’t be lulled into a false sense of security. He had to be perfect.
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Once breakfast was cleaned up, Hongjoong went to get ready for the day. He’d take Seonghwa shopping this morning for some clothes and essentials. He left his bedroom door open and couldn’t help but notice the bunny lingering awkwardly in the hall. Poking his head out, he inquired, “do you need something, bunny?”
The soft nickname made Seonghwa’s pale cheeks flush a bit, so he looked at his feet. “I-…um-…I just-…”
Hongjoong’s heart fractured just a little watching the poor boy struggle to voice his needs. He gave an encouraging smile and nodded his head for him to go on.
“Uh…am I a-allowed to um, shower today?”
“Wh-what?” No, don’t react negatively. Don’t make him feel worse than he already does. Hongjoong sucked in a deep breath. “Yeah, of course. You don’t have to ask for permission. You can shower any time you want. Your bathroom is here. Sorry, I should have shown you that last night. But, yeah, the products in there are all for you to use. I wasn’t really sure what to get you, so if you need different products for your fur, just let me know and I’ll be glad to get them.”
Seonghwa nodded. He most definitely would NOT be asking for different products. Once the shorter man had left him, he took a freezing cold shower and put his clothes back on – the pants clean and dry now.
Hongjoong made sure when he took his hybrid shopping to follow all the silly laws regarding hybrids. He kept Seonghwa on a leash, even though it seemed unnecessary and degrading.
The bunny followed him obediently and nodded his head meekly any time Hongjoong asked him if he liked a particular clothing item.
Eventually, the human put his hands on his hips and let out an exasperated breath. “Hwa. Come on now. You’ve said yes to literally everything. Even these hideous yellow pants. There’s no way you like those pants.”
“I’m happy to wear whatever pleases my master.”
“Eugh, don’t say ‘master’ like that. You must have some opinion of what you’d like to wear? We’re kind of all over the map here with these pieces.”
Seonghwa’s nose twitched furiously, as though he were deciding whether to be honest or not.
“You’d better tell me the truth, or else I’ll buy you ten pairs of these hideous yellow pants,” Hongjoong teased. To his surprise, the well-curated mask cracked a bit and the bunny chuckled quietly.
“Okay, okay. I, um, don’t love the pants.”
“Oh, thank god. What do you like? Show me a piece that calls to you, so I can try to figure out your style a bit better.”
Seonghwa refused to walk ahead of Hongjoong, so instead he pointed at a rack across the aisle and followed him over. It was the women’s section. With a shy little smile, he touched the fabric of a fuzzy lavender sweater. “This one.” His eyes wandered to a nearby mannequin, and he pointed to a long, flowy white maxi skirt. “And that.”
Hongjoong took a moment to pick his jaw up off the floor. “Th-these? They’re-…” he stopped himself from saying ‘they’re women’s clothes’. It wasn’t his place to decide what the other man should wear or how he should express his identity. “They’re very pretty,” he pivoted to a better choice of words. “Comfortable too.”
Seonghwa wasn’t fooled. He’d sensed the initial shock and hesitation. “It’s fine,” he held his hands up in front of him quickly. “If you don’t like them, it’s fine. I can pick something else.”
“No, no. I apologize for my inappropriate reaction.” He mentally berated himself for making the hybrid feel bad about his preferences. Fuck, he was messing this all up. He needed to work on his poker face. “They really are good choices, and you’ll look beautiful in them, bunny.”
The white tail twitched erratically at the compliment, and he turned away in pretense of looking at another clothing rack to hide his shy little smile. He was adorable.
Hongjoong led the way around the women’s section as the hybrid chose an array of colorful and feminine pieces. He schooled his face into a mask of indifference as Seonghwa’s choices began to venture into a more revealing category. Not risqué by a long shot, but a sheer lace top and a blue crop-top followed by a muuuuch shorter skirt almost sent him into cardiac arrest. Would he be able to see his plush tail from under the hem of that short skirt if he bent over? Fuck. Fuck. He should not be thinking like that. He’d promised himself he wouldn’t be one of those disgusting owners who sexualized their hybrid. He couldn’t help if he noticed that Seonghwa was the most beautiful creature to ever walk the earth. Hongjoong was only a man after all.
The nail in the coffin of Hongjoong’s sanity was the lingerie section. All of Seonghwa’s previous hesitation about spending money or showing his preferences seemed to have evaporated as the bunny filled the cart with lacy little panties and a few sexy sets. Even a sheer blue nightie that made Hongjoong’s eyes bug out like a cartoon character. He was not gonna survive this. What was he buying all this for anyway? Was he planning on looking for a partner? Maybe he just wanted to wear them for himself to feel pretty. Yes, that must be it. Hongjoong convinced himself this must be the answer, because the thought of some other man seeing Seonghwa’s soft pale skin in that nightie made his blood boil. Nobody else was allowed to see that adorable tail poking out the top of that red lace thong. Oh god, he was so fucked. He had to stop imagining.
Later in the day, Seonghwa’s bed was delivered and set up in the office-turned-bedroom. The hybrid spent the afternoon washing his new clothes, with a bit of help learning how to use the machines of course. He folded and hung them all with care. He’d never had anything so nice in his life. It made the human smile to see him treat the clothing like it was made of gold. His wallet was already in trouble. He was going to like spoiling his bunny too much.
After dinner, Hongjoong finished drying the dishes and wandered to the living room where he expected to find the other man ready for an evening of tv and conversation. But the couch was empty. Curious what his hybrid was up to, he peeked into the open door of his bedroom. Empty. So was his bathroom. Puzzled, Hongjoong pushed open the door to his own bedroom and his knees almost gave out at the sight that awaited him.
Seonghwa sat kneeling on his heels next to the bed. He wore the pink, cheeky panties he’d bought earlier today, and the matching bralette stitched with embroidered roses. The pale pink against his milk-white skin brought out the blush in his cheeks. His long, wavy hair almost brushed his shoulders, and was tied half-up with a few pieces framing his face. He looked angelic. He looked sexy as sin. He looked like Hongjoong needed to leave this room right this second before he did something he’d regret.
Instead, he stared, lips parted and made a strange embarrassing noise. “Wh-…I-…ha-…?” his brain couldn’t put together a coherent thought with all his blood headed elsewhere.
The bunny lowered his ears in a docile display as he looked up with big, innocent eyes. The pink eyes were at the same time unnerving and unearthly beautiful.
“What-?” he finally managed to choke out. He turned towards the door but couldn’t bring his feet to move. At least this way he couldn’t see the forbidden fruit and Seonghwa couldn’t see his rapidly hardening dick.
“I’m ready for you, mast-, uh, I mean, Hongjoong-nim.”
“R-ready?” he squeaked, his voice an octave too high. “For what? No, no. Please don’t answer that.” He scrubbed a hand over his face. This was fine. He had self-control. He could handle this. He would not fuck this hybrid the day after he’d met him. He would NOT be that guy. “You, um, I’m gonna need you to, um, put on some clothes.” Hongjoong cleared his throat in an attempt to get his voice under control. It was maybe the only part of his body he could get under control, because his brain and his dick certainly were not cooperating.
“Oh…um…ok.” Seonghwa sounded uncertain and hesitant, maybe even a touch hurt.
“Thank you,” the shorter man said stiffly.
He heard the shuffling of the hybrid getting to his feet and watched him slowly plod out of the room, ears pinned down and face the picture of disappointment and confusion.
Hongjoong tore his eyes away from the perky ass and bouncing tail long enough to notice his expression. ‘Wait-!” he thought better of that. “Well, actually, go put some clothes on and then come back here and talk to me, hm?”
Hongjoong flopped down face first on his bed when the bunny left the room. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He was in wayyy over his head. He needed to call his friend San. San had adopted a cat hybrid last year, so surely he would have some insight on how the hell to navigate this – no, who was he kidding, he needed to just survive this.
Seonghwa walked dazedly down the hall to his own room. He’d been rejected. Again. What was so wrong with him that his human refused to so much as look at him. He’d turned around so he didn’t even have to see him. Was his body not to Hongjoong’s tastes? Surely, he wouldn’t have bought him if he didn’t find him attractive, right? Unless there was some mistake. Maybe there had been a mix up. Maybe Hongjoong had actually tried to buy a female hybrid. Maybe he wasn’t interested in men. The thought made his stomach turn. Maybe he hadn’t been wanted after all. A single tear slipped down his cheek. He angrily rubbed it away. He would not cry. He could show him. He could show Hongjoong that he was attractive and desirable and that an omega man could feel just as good as a woman.
It hadn’t even crossed his mind that he might have been purchased for some reason other than to perform sexual acts. All his life he’d been raised and trained to be a good hybrid. And a good hybrid was quiet, meek, obedient, and most importantly was always at the beck and call of their master’s sexual desires. That was why masturbation was such a big offense. He was expected to be ready to perform at all times.
Besides the sting of the rejection, he also felt the throbbing discomfort of being denied his own much-needed release. His tiny cock ached, begging for attention and relief. He had never gone two whole days without being fucked. Usually by a machine, but even then, when it was a little painful and utterly humiliating, he still needed the stimulation. He needed it like he needed water. He was scared he’d accidentally touch himself in his sleep again, or whatever had happened to him the previous night.
He pressed his palm against his small erection, seeking relief from the discomfort. But the stimulation just made him feel more needy. Swallowing down a pitiful noise, he slowly took off his lingerie. He’d thought they were so pretty – he’d looked so beautiful in them. He thought Hongjoong would like them, but it probably wasn’t the outfit, it was probably him. And that reality was much worse.
He pulled from his drawer his carefully folded pajamas. A silky two piece set with a spaghetti strap top and tiny shorts with a hole for his tail to poke through. This should be a safer choice. Much tamer, but still showed off his pretty collarbones, his long, shapely legs and his round, squeezable ass. His white tail contrasted against the black satin in a way that really drew attention to the area. He turned halfway in the mirror to see if it had the effect he hoped. Yes, his butt looked amazing and his tail gave a happy wiggle.
Turning again, he checked how noticeable his arousal was. As an omega, he had a penis but it was only a couple inches, since it didn’t really serve much purpose other than pleasure, and omegas had no right to pleasure anyway. His shorts were tented a bit, but it wasn’t too obvious with the black fabric and the small size. Hongjoong probably wouldn’t notice. With a sigh, he trudged back to face the human.
Hongjoong thought he’d been gone for longer than it took to simply change clothes. He was worried based on the expression that he might be crying in his room. Had he hurt his feelings that badly? He let out a breath as the bunny came back into the room and didn’t seem to be too terribly upset. He rubbed his fingers on his temples upon seeing the new outfit. It was still revealing and clung to his curves in all the right places. But at least he was covered. So, he wouldn’t complain.
Seonghwa entered and stood with his back against the wall, hands folded in front of his crotch, though Hongjoong was too oblivious to notice why.
“Come here, baby.” He patted the bed next to him.
His pink nose twitched as he hesitated, but eventually he did come sit, pulling a pillow onto his lap and staring at his hands.
“Bunny?” he lowered his head a bit trying to get the hybrid to look him in the eye, but he staunchly avoided the eye contact. Before the human could say anything, Seonghwa took a deep breath, his ears standing resolutely tall and words flew from his mouth.
“I think maybe you didn’t actually want me, like maybe there was a mistake or mix up and maybe you wanted a female hybrid but you got me instead but I just really think you should give me a chance because I’m an omega and I don’t know if you know anything about secondary genders, but I think I can still please you in bed if you’d just give me the chance and I understand if you aren’t attracted to men, but please don’t send me away, I know I can make you happy if you could just overlook the one tiny detail about the penis, because it isn’t even that big and you won’t even notice it and I can wear panties if you don’t want to look at it, but my hole is just as tight and wet as a females and I think you could learn to like it.” His words tumbled over each other so fast they ran into a single sentence.
Hongjoong’s already overtaxed brain could barely keep up. When Seonghwa finished talking, he clapped his hand over his mouth. Either he was horrified by his word vomit or he was about to actually vomit. Could go either way.
“What?” Hongjoong said dumbly. Then shook his head and held up a hand for silence while he organized his thoughts. “You think I didn’t want you? Aw, no, baby. Of course I want you.” He scooted closer and placed a hand on the taller man’s knee in a gesture of comfort. “There was no mix up. I chose you. And I still choose you. I will every day for the rest of our lives, ok? Please don’t think I don’t like you just because-…well…” He trailed off, then changed tactics. “Can I ask you something? Something a bit uncomfortable? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want.” He took the small nod as encouragement to go on. “Did-…did someone tell you that you were supposed to offer yourself to me? Like sexually?”
Seonghwa met his eyes for the first time, head tilting slightly in confusion as one ear dropped. “Of course. I was properly trained. I know I’m supposed to be-“
Hongjoong interrupted him. “Oh, god. I was afraid of that. Ok, look, Hwa. I don’t expect sexual favors from you. Not now and not ever. I mean, if you don’t want to. Maybe further down the line, once we get to know each other and develop a more meaningful relationship. I’m not saying I’d NEVER be interested. I do, um, I do think you’re attractive.” It was his turn to blush. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “So yeah. Of course I want you, but I just want to get to know you as a person first. Your likes and dislikes, your quirks and personality, what makes you laugh and cry. That stuff is far more important to me than sex, bunny.” He reached for the other’s hand and gave it a gentle squeeze when he didn’t pull away.
Seonghwa’s brain spun in confused circles. None of that made sense. He wasn’t here to be Hongjoong’s friend. He surely had human friends for that. He was here to be his hybrid – obedient, ready to please, always useful. He was relieved to hear that he had actually been chosen on purpose and that Hongjoong wasn’t rejecting him because of his physical attributes. But he didn’t know how to express that he NEEDED him. That as long as the human wasn’t against the idea of sex, he really needed it. He opened and closed his mouth a few times.
“Shh. It’s ok. You don’t have to say anything now. I know this is all a lot for you. Let’s just sleep yeah? It’s been a really long day. We were up way too early this morning,” he chuckled, remembering the strange start to their day. “I know your bed arrived today but why don’t you sleep in here with me for one more night? Cuddles are good for bonding.” He smiled fondly.
Seonghwa hesitated, giving an almost-imperceptible shake of his head. He was terrified that something like last night would happen again. He was still half-hard and his panties were slightly damp with slick. It would almost certainly be a repeat of last night’s disaster, and he couldn’t let Hongjoong know about his shameful mistake.
“No? Ok, that’s fine, baby. Whatever makes you most comfortable.” His voice was soft and genuine. He leaned in and placed a sweet kiss between his bunny ears and whispered a goodnight as he left the room.
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What a strange place he had landed himself in, Seonghwa shook his head to himself as he walked back to his room. Hongjoong called him pet names like bunny and baby that made his cheeks burn but refused his advances. He said he was interested, but not right now. Everything was so confusing here. It was like the set of rules he had spent his whole life learning no longer applied. And that was a scary feeling.
But a different, more urgent feeling was at the front of his mind at the moment. He lay down on his huge, plush bed. It was the softest, coziest thing he’d ever had to sleep on, yet he couldn’t get comfortable. Because something else was resolutely not soft. The bunny tossed and turned, trying to ignore the feeling. He could be good. He had to be good.
He had just begun to drift off to sleep when he woke with a gasp. He realized he’d been grinding his hips against the mattress. He held still, panting in the darkness. He felt precum and slick damp between his legs and whimpered. At the unethical breeding and training facility he had come from – which Seonghwa just knew of as ‘the center’ or ‘the facility’ – he’d been hooked up to a machine most days that had fucked into him until he orgasmed. It was never very satisfying, but it kept the urges at bay. Maybe, even though he knew he couldn’t touch himself, just maybe it would be ok to put something inside. Then he could cum, not get in trouble (hopefully) and get back to ignoring the constant thrum of need in his body.
Mind foggy with the imminent promise of relief, he frantically stripped his shorts and panties off. Lying on his stomach, ass in the air like he’d been trained, he reached back and pressed two fingers inside his greedy hole. It sucked them in easily and he moaned into his pillow, trying to stifle the noise. He gave a few thrusts, quickly adding a third finger and speeding up. He needed to finish before he thought better of it. Seonghwa bit down on a corner of his quilt to dampen the noises pouring forth from him against his will. It just felt so good. His hips thrust in the air, humping against nothing, but he couldn’t control the movement in the slightest. He was so close.
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Hongjoong lay awake replaying the evening in his head on loop. Had he done the right thing? Said the right things? Were Seonghwa’s feelings hurt? He was just trying to protect him. Surely, he was doing the right thing. He resolved to call San tomorrow.
He thought he heard noise coming from the hallway. He couldn’t sleep anyway, so he got up to investigate. All the lights were off. Seonghwa’s bedroom door was shut. Maybe he’d imagined the noise. Just as he turned to go back to bed, he heard it again. A series of low whines coming from the closed door. Was he crying? That was definitely a muffled sob.
He tapped quietly on the door so as not to startle the hybrid. There was no response. He knocked again but heard louder sobbing and a drawn-out whine. He sounded like he was really in distress. “Bunny? Can you hear me? I’m coming in, ok?” he called out.
The bunny could not, in fact, hear him if the scene he opened the door to was any indication. For the second time that night Hongjoong’s jaw hit the floor upon seeing something straight out of a wet dream. The hybrid’s face was pressed into the bed, facing away from him. He was on his knees, ass in the air, three fingers deep in himself. His puffy, pink hole dripped an ungodly amount of slick, and it trailed in shiny rivulets down his thighs. His tail curled upward as though keeping itself out of the way, but it was twitching to the point it was nearly vibrating. His little cock hung stiff between his legs as he humped the air desperately.
Hongjoong made a strangled noise. He tried to back out of the room, but backed right into the doorframe, swearing as he smacked his head on it.
As if in slow motion, Seonghwa raised his head, turning his shoulders to find the source of the disturbance. His eyes widened in panic as he realized he’d been discovered in the act. He popped his fingers out with an obscene squelching noise that shot straight to Hongjoong’s cock. The next noise, however, was the piercing keen of a wounded animal. And that snapped him back into focus, his chest squeezing at the terrified sound.
“I’msorryI’msorrysorrysosorry!” he sobbed, pulling the quilt over himself and curling as small as possible, arms covering his head protectively. “I-I- c-couldn’t- I ju-ust-“ he keened once more, the primal sound tearing a hole through Hongjoong’s heart.
“No, no, no. It’s fine! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, bunny! I’ll just, um, go! You can, uh…yeah. Fuck. Ok, I’m leaving. Enjoy!” Hands in the air, he backed out without hitting the wall this time. He slammed the door behind him and ran back to his room on shaky legs. Shit, shit, shit. He just could not do one thing right. Maybe he shouldn’t have adopted a hybrid. It wasn’t like he’d never walked in on a roommate before. I mean, college dorms, amirite? But it had always ended with hasty apologies, a few days of awkwardness and an unspoken pact to never speak of it again. He’d never made someone cry.
Seonghwa had sounded so scared. Did he think he was going to be in trouble? That was ludicrous. Hongjoong was the one who had turned down his advances. He had every right to go take care of business himself after being blue balled. Surely the hybrid didn’t think that was a punishable offense? And he’d said ‘enjoy’? Who fucking said things like that? God, could he be any more awkward?
Back in his own room, he snatched his phone off the charger and sent an SOS to his friend begging him to meet him for coffee after work tomorrow.
Unlike earlier in the night, his painful boner wouldn’t calm down. Images of Seonghwa flashed through his mind. Seonghwa in pink lingerie. Seonghwa kneeling, looking up at him with wide eyes. Seonghwa ass up fucking himself on his own fingers. Seonghwa’s tail in the air. Fuck. He groaned as he spilled into his hand after just a few strokes. Pathetic. But at least he was finally able to fall asleep.