SMPC: The Joys of Cat-boys (fic)
Title: The Joys of Cat-boys
Author: chef_geekier
Pairing: J2
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Heat!sex between cat-boy and owner, considered pretty much bestiality with the universe.
Summary: Cat-boy Jensen's in heat. Jared lends a hand.
Note: Done for
smpc. Accompanies art here.
Jared's family had a few words to say to him when he first adopted his cat-boy, Jensen. For one thing, Jensen was a mixed stray from a shelter. For another, he was rather older than the kittens his family had been expecting. Jensen had been twenty-four when Jared had first adopted him, putting him at four years older than his human. Jared kept saying that it didn't matter, that Jensen needed him. He'd found the cat-boy basically on death row. People rarely adopted the older hybrids, preferring them in their kitten or puppy stages. They tended to live to around fifty years, which meant that Jensen still had plenty of time left.
The concerns dropped away when they met Jensen, to be replaced by others. Jensen was malnourished, skittish, recovering from injuries. The shelter had picked him up as a stray, and he clearly hadn't been doing well on the streets. When no one had claimed him, they hadn't expected that anyone would want to adopt him. So the shelter had put its resources into prettying up the younger hybrids, figuring that at the end of the month they'd put Jensen to sleep. They hadn't bothered with anything more than basic treatment.
Jared, though, had felt his heart break the moment he'd seen the hybrid huddled in a corner of his cage, eyes watching distrustfully as people walked past him without a second glance. Even though the shelter staff had tried to dissuade Jared, he'd made his decision and taken Jensen home.
Two years had made all the difference.
Now Jensen was healthy and sleek, an extremely handsome specimen. He'd shot up in height, and on the occasions when he stood up on his legs properly he wasn't that much shorter than Jared himself was. His tawny hair was thick on his head and along his tail, his large ears were extremely expressive, and his eyes were the most stunning shade of green. Jared had even had a few people ask if he would breed him, offering outrageous amounts of money to have Jensen sire a litter. He'd briefly considered it, but Jensen had never shown an interest in socialising with other cat hybrids, let alone mating with any.
Jensen was standoffish with everyone except Jared, actually. He adored his human, always content to cuddle up to him and receive affection. It had taken time, but the trust was strong now. Jared was perfectly happy with his old hybrid, and Jensen was happy in his new life.
When things changed, it was unexpected. Jared had been away for two weeks, celebrating his college graduation with friends. His friend Genevieve - who Jensen usually tolerated - had been looking in on the cat-boy every day, making sure he had food and was doing okay. When he got back to his apartment, Jensen was curled up in a corner of the living room.
“Hey Jen,” Jared whispered softly, kneeling to stroke his hybrid's hair. “I'm back buddy. Told you it wouldn't be too long.”
Jensen lifted his head and stared at Jared for several moments, then slowly crawled forward and nuzzled into him. Jared laughed as he happily cuddled Jensen.
“That's my boy. I missed you too.”
After a few minutes of cuddles, Jared tried to stand up so he could unpack his stuff. Jensen, however, clearly had other ideas and refused to let him go.
“Uh, Jensen? C'mon buddy, let go. We can watch some TV in a minute, just let me put my gear away.” Jensen grumbled and just cuddled closer. Jared couldn't get the leverage needed to stand - especially not if Jensen kept clinging - so instead he wriggled until he could sit properly, then scooted backwards towards the couch. It took a lot of manoeuvring, but finally Jared was able to get up onto the couch. Jensen let out a pleased purr and snuggled in, content to stay where he was.
“That's odd,” Jared muttered aloud. “You sick or something? Gen didn't say anything.” The cat-boy on his lap ignored him. Jared brushed a hand against Jensen's forehead and frowned. He was a little warmer than usual, but it was probably nothing.
“Okay, we can stay here for a bit. That why you're so clingy? You missed me and you don't feel well?”
It was useless to actually ask questions, he knew that. Hybrids couldn't speak, even if they could be trained to understand commands. Jared always thought, though, that Jensen could understand plenty. He was so intelligent, always seemed to know what Jared wanted from him.
They stayed on the couch for over an hour. Thankfully the remote was in reach, so Jared channel-surfed until Jensen moved enough for him to get up. With one last pat to Jensen's head, Jared got up and unpacked quickly. He also gave Genevieve a quick call, but she couldn't shed any light on Jensen's behaviour.
“He's been fine,” she assured him. “A little reclusive, but that's not exactly unusual for him. Just give him some time to get used to you being home again.”
“Okay,” Jared agreed. “If he's not better tomorrow I might take him to the vet though, just to be safe.”
“Of course. Let me know how it goes - he's a stubborn old cat, but I'd hate for him to be sick.”
They said their goodbyes, and Jared headed back out to check on Jensen. That was when things started to click into place.
Jensen had managed to get out of the sleep pants he'd been in. Jared had trained Jensen to wear pants fairly early on in their relationship, since he wanted to be able to travel with the hybrid. The pants had to be specially made to accommodate both his size and tail, but Jensen usually liked them - the fur on his body wasn't much thicker than human body hair, so he could easily get cold. Now though, it appeared as though he hadn't just removed the pants. He'd shredded them.
“No!” Jared exclaimed, hurrying over to where Jensen was reclining on his stomach on the lounge. “Bad Jensen! What have we said about pants?”
The hybrid ignored him, however. His long tawny tail was flicking back and forth, in what Jared quickly recognised as agitation. He sighed and stroked a hand along Jensen's back.
“Is this because I left? I've gone away before, you've never been this upset. What's wrong?”
Jensen looked up at him, a clear 'you're a moron' expression on his face. Jared bit back a laugh, trying to figure out what was up with his companion.
Apparently sick of waiting, Jensen leisurely rose to his knees then shifted so that he was resting his arms on the back of the couch, his rear end sticking out towards Jared.
That wiped the grin off his face.
“Jensen?” Jared asked, suddenly cautious. It almost looked as though Jensen was presenting... but that was nuts, wasn't it?
An annoyed-sounding 'mreowr' left Jensen's throat, and he wiggled a little. His tail rose into the air, leaving no doubt in Jared's mind. Somehow the tests had been wrong, and Jensen was one of those rare male carrier hybrids - and he was in heat.
Jared knew it was wrong, but he couldn't tear his eyes away. Jensen's legs were spread, tail out of the way, and he could see everything. The erect, barbed penis hanging low, the full balls, and above them, the glistening hole that Jared had never before given consideration.
“Oh fuck,” Jared whispered. Jensen let out another impatient sound, and thrust his hips backwards. Jared could almost hear the 'get on with it!' that would have accompanied a human move like that. He flushed with shame and arousal.
“This is wrong.” His voice shook, and his body didn't seem to be getting the message. Jared was hard, and his hand reached out almost of it's own volition to stroke down Jensen's flank. The cat-boy purred at that, leaning into the touch.
A million thoughts ran through Jared's head - could he? Should he? Would it hurt Jensen? Would it hurt Jensen to be left alone? What about the taboos? - but above it all was the arousal. Jared hadn't actually had a long-term relationship since before he'd adopted Jensen, and he did love his companion. He should be disgusted with himself for even considering it, and he was. But...
But Jensen was in heat. He wanted sex. Jared could give it to him. After all, that's what responsible owners did, wasn't it? Provided for their companions?
Another plaintive mew sealed it. Jared squeezed Jensen's leg where his hand still rested, then moved to press a finger into him. Jensen let out a sigh of relief as he eagerly moved backwards. It was easy enough for Jared to move within him, so he added another finger, stretching as he went.
Despite the slick that Jensen's body was creating he was still tight, and Jared didn't want to hurt him. He went as slowly as he was able, fingering Jensen and patting him with his other hand. After a few minutes he was able to add another finger, and though Jensen's breath hitched, the cat-boy still eagerly moved his hips in time with Jared's thrusts.
When the three fingers were moving easily with Jensen, Jared decided that the couch really wasn't the best place for this. He withdrew his fingers, and carefully picked Jensen up. It was always a bit of a struggle, but this time Jensen went eagerly and clung to his human.
“That's it buddy,” Jared praised him as he quickly stumbled towards his bedroom. “Just gonna get somewhere it's a little easier. Don't fret, I'm gonna breed you properly.” His own cock gave a twitch at that thought, and he was glad when they arrived at the bed. He put Jensen down, and the hybrid quickly scrambled to the middle of the bed. Jensen settled on all fours, presenting to Jared again.
This time there was no hesitation. Jared quickly stripped out of his clothes before crawling onto the bed. He took the time to briefly reinsert his fingers, making sure that Jensen could still easily take three, before grasping the base of his cock and lining up.
Jensen opened up easily underneath him, and Jared groaned as he sank into the wet warmth. Jensen let out a steady purr, and his tail flicked about in happiness. After getting hit in the face, Jared grabbed the wayward appendage and leaned forward so that he was bracketing Jensen's body with his own. Jensen's tail wrapped itself around Jared's arm, and the human smiled as he slowly started thrusting in and out.
It didn't take long to build up a steady rhythm. Jensen was letting out a steady stream of yowls that went straight to Jared's groin, encouraging him just as well as any human pleading. As Jared sped up, Jensen was thrusting back right along with him, more than eagerly participating.
“There we go,” Jared ground out, needing to praise the gorgeous creature below him. “So sorry I didn't recognise it earlier. You need someone to breed you, to dominate you. I can do it for you. 'S why you didn't want the girl cats, isn't it?” Jensen let out a particularly loud yowl, and Jared laughed. “Yeah, you just wanted someone to bend you over. No, not someone - you wanted me to bend you over, make you take it.”
Jensen was writhing beneath him now, claws out and shredding the blankets. Jared couldn't find it in him to care.
“So desperate for it, for me, that's it baby. Yeah, take it. That's my good cat-boy, my good little bitch.”
Jared could feel his orgasm getting closer, and for a moment he wondered how to get Jensen there too - the barbs on the hybrid's dick rather put him off the idea of a hand-job. Then Jensen started shoving back particularly roughly, and Jared couldn't think at all. He just moved, thrusting and grunting as he gave in to the urge to bury himself as far as he could within Jensen.
He came back to himself with a cry as his orgasm hit, emptying himself into Jensen - who let out a yowl that bordered on a scream, his whole body clenching down.
Jared lost his balance and fell forward, but Jensen didn't seem to mind. Instead the hybrid settled himself comfortably on his stomach, and his tail wound around Jared's waist, almost seeming an attempt to keep him there. It wasn't until Jared was almost asleep that he realised why.
It had been his seed, his come, that had triggered Jensen's orgasm. Now that cat-boy was trying to keep them locked together for as long as possible, an evolutionary imperative to make conception easier.
He tried to move away, but the tail tightened around him, and Jensen let out a displeased sound that was almost a growl, so he settled back down. He'd just wait and do some research once Jensen was asleep.
First, he had to find out how long cat-boy heats went for.
Second... he had to figure out if he could get Jensen pregnant.
Author: chef_geekier
Pairing: J2
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Heat!sex between cat-boy and owner, considered pretty much bestiality with the universe.
Summary: Cat-boy Jensen's in heat. Jared lends a hand.
Note: Done for
smpc. Accompanies art here.
Jared's family had a few words to say to him when he first adopted his cat-boy, Jensen. For one thing, Jensen was a mixed stray from a shelter. For another, he was rather older than the kittens his family had been expecting. Jensen had been twenty-four when Jared had first adopted him, putting him at four years older than his human. Jared kept saying that it didn't matter, that Jensen needed him. He'd found the cat-boy basically on death row. People rarely adopted the older hybrids, preferring them in their kitten or puppy stages. They tended to live to around fifty years, which meant that Jensen still had plenty of time left.
The concerns dropped away when they met Jensen, to be replaced by others. Jensen was malnourished, skittish, recovering from injuries. The shelter had picked him up as a stray, and he clearly hadn't been doing well on the streets. When no one had claimed him, they hadn't expected that anyone would want to adopt him. So the shelter had put its resources into prettying up the younger hybrids, figuring that at the end of the month they'd put Jensen to sleep. They hadn't bothered with anything more than basic treatment.
Jared, though, had felt his heart break the moment he'd seen the hybrid huddled in a corner of his cage, eyes watching distrustfully as people walked past him without a second glance. Even though the shelter staff had tried to dissuade Jared, he'd made his decision and taken Jensen home.
Two years had made all the difference.
Now Jensen was healthy and sleek, an extremely handsome specimen. He'd shot up in height, and on the occasions when he stood up on his legs properly he wasn't that much shorter than Jared himself was. His tawny hair was thick on his head and along his tail, his large ears were extremely expressive, and his eyes were the most stunning shade of green. Jared had even had a few people ask if he would breed him, offering outrageous amounts of money to have Jensen sire a litter. He'd briefly considered it, but Jensen had never shown an interest in socialising with other cat hybrids, let alone mating with any.
Jensen was standoffish with everyone except Jared, actually. He adored his human, always content to cuddle up to him and receive affection. It had taken time, but the trust was strong now. Jared was perfectly happy with his old hybrid, and Jensen was happy in his new life.
When things changed, it was unexpected. Jared had been away for two weeks, celebrating his college graduation with friends. His friend Genevieve - who Jensen usually tolerated - had been looking in on the cat-boy every day, making sure he had food and was doing okay. When he got back to his apartment, Jensen was curled up in a corner of the living room.
“Hey Jen,” Jared whispered softly, kneeling to stroke his hybrid's hair. “I'm back buddy. Told you it wouldn't be too long.”
Jensen lifted his head and stared at Jared for several moments, then slowly crawled forward and nuzzled into him. Jared laughed as he happily cuddled Jensen.
“That's my boy. I missed you too.”
After a few minutes of cuddles, Jared tried to stand up so he could unpack his stuff. Jensen, however, clearly had other ideas and refused to let him go.
“Uh, Jensen? C'mon buddy, let go. We can watch some TV in a minute, just let me put my gear away.” Jensen grumbled and just cuddled closer. Jared couldn't get the leverage needed to stand - especially not if Jensen kept clinging - so instead he wriggled until he could sit properly, then scooted backwards towards the couch. It took a lot of manoeuvring, but finally Jared was able to get up onto the couch. Jensen let out a pleased purr and snuggled in, content to stay where he was.
“That's odd,” Jared muttered aloud. “You sick or something? Gen didn't say anything.” The cat-boy on his lap ignored him. Jared brushed a hand against Jensen's forehead and frowned. He was a little warmer than usual, but it was probably nothing.
“Okay, we can stay here for a bit. That why you're so clingy? You missed me and you don't feel well?”
It was useless to actually ask questions, he knew that. Hybrids couldn't speak, even if they could be trained to understand commands. Jared always thought, though, that Jensen could understand plenty. He was so intelligent, always seemed to know what Jared wanted from him.
They stayed on the couch for over an hour. Thankfully the remote was in reach, so Jared channel-surfed until Jensen moved enough for him to get up. With one last pat to Jensen's head, Jared got up and unpacked quickly. He also gave Genevieve a quick call, but she couldn't shed any light on Jensen's behaviour.
“He's been fine,” she assured him. “A little reclusive, but that's not exactly unusual for him. Just give him some time to get used to you being home again.”
“Okay,” Jared agreed. “If he's not better tomorrow I might take him to the vet though, just to be safe.”
“Of course. Let me know how it goes - he's a stubborn old cat, but I'd hate for him to be sick.”
They said their goodbyes, and Jared headed back out to check on Jensen. That was when things started to click into place.
Jensen had managed to get out of the sleep pants he'd been in. Jared had trained Jensen to wear pants fairly early on in their relationship, since he wanted to be able to travel with the hybrid. The pants had to be specially made to accommodate both his size and tail, but Jensen usually liked them - the fur on his body wasn't much thicker than human body hair, so he could easily get cold. Now though, it appeared as though he hadn't just removed the pants. He'd shredded them.
“No!” Jared exclaimed, hurrying over to where Jensen was reclining on his stomach on the lounge. “Bad Jensen! What have we said about pants?”
The hybrid ignored him, however. His long tawny tail was flicking back and forth, in what Jared quickly recognised as agitation. He sighed and stroked a hand along Jensen's back.
“Is this because I left? I've gone away before, you've never been this upset. What's wrong?”
Jensen looked up at him, a clear 'you're a moron' expression on his face. Jared bit back a laugh, trying to figure out what was up with his companion.
Apparently sick of waiting, Jensen leisurely rose to his knees then shifted so that he was resting his arms on the back of the couch, his rear end sticking out towards Jared.
That wiped the grin off his face.
“Jensen?” Jared asked, suddenly cautious. It almost looked as though Jensen was presenting... but that was nuts, wasn't it?
An annoyed-sounding 'mreowr' left Jensen's throat, and he wiggled a little. His tail rose into the air, leaving no doubt in Jared's mind. Somehow the tests had been wrong, and Jensen was one of those rare male carrier hybrids - and he was in heat.
Jared knew it was wrong, but he couldn't tear his eyes away. Jensen's legs were spread, tail out of the way, and he could see everything. The erect, barbed penis hanging low, the full balls, and above them, the glistening hole that Jared had never before given consideration.
“Oh fuck,” Jared whispered. Jensen let out another impatient sound, and thrust his hips backwards. Jared could almost hear the 'get on with it!' that would have accompanied a human move like that. He flushed with shame and arousal.
“This is wrong.” His voice shook, and his body didn't seem to be getting the message. Jared was hard, and his hand reached out almost of it's own volition to stroke down Jensen's flank. The cat-boy purred at that, leaning into the touch.
A million thoughts ran through Jared's head - could he? Should he? Would it hurt Jensen? Would it hurt Jensen to be left alone? What about the taboos? - but above it all was the arousal. Jared hadn't actually had a long-term relationship since before he'd adopted Jensen, and he did love his companion. He should be disgusted with himself for even considering it, and he was. But...
But Jensen was in heat. He wanted sex. Jared could give it to him. After all, that's what responsible owners did, wasn't it? Provided for their companions?
Another plaintive mew sealed it. Jared squeezed Jensen's leg where his hand still rested, then moved to press a finger into him. Jensen let out a sigh of relief as he eagerly moved backwards. It was easy enough for Jared to move within him, so he added another finger, stretching as he went.
Despite the slick that Jensen's body was creating he was still tight, and Jared didn't want to hurt him. He went as slowly as he was able, fingering Jensen and patting him with his other hand. After a few minutes he was able to add another finger, and though Jensen's breath hitched, the cat-boy still eagerly moved his hips in time with Jared's thrusts.
When the three fingers were moving easily with Jensen, Jared decided that the couch really wasn't the best place for this. He withdrew his fingers, and carefully picked Jensen up. It was always a bit of a struggle, but this time Jensen went eagerly and clung to his human.
“That's it buddy,” Jared praised him as he quickly stumbled towards his bedroom. “Just gonna get somewhere it's a little easier. Don't fret, I'm gonna breed you properly.” His own cock gave a twitch at that thought, and he was glad when they arrived at the bed. He put Jensen down, and the hybrid quickly scrambled to the middle of the bed. Jensen settled on all fours, presenting to Jared again.
This time there was no hesitation. Jared quickly stripped out of his clothes before crawling onto the bed. He took the time to briefly reinsert his fingers, making sure that Jensen could still easily take three, before grasping the base of his cock and lining up.
Jensen opened up easily underneath him, and Jared groaned as he sank into the wet warmth. Jensen let out a steady purr, and his tail flicked about in happiness. After getting hit in the face, Jared grabbed the wayward appendage and leaned forward so that he was bracketing Jensen's body with his own. Jensen's tail wrapped itself around Jared's arm, and the human smiled as he slowly started thrusting in and out.
It didn't take long to build up a steady rhythm. Jensen was letting out a steady stream of yowls that went straight to Jared's groin, encouraging him just as well as any human pleading. As Jared sped up, Jensen was thrusting back right along with him, more than eagerly participating.
“There we go,” Jared ground out, needing to praise the gorgeous creature below him. “So sorry I didn't recognise it earlier. You need someone to breed you, to dominate you. I can do it for you. 'S why you didn't want the girl cats, isn't it?” Jensen let out a particularly loud yowl, and Jared laughed. “Yeah, you just wanted someone to bend you over. No, not someone - you wanted me to bend you over, make you take it.”
Jensen was writhing beneath him now, claws out and shredding the blankets. Jared couldn't find it in him to care.
“So desperate for it, for me, that's it baby. Yeah, take it. That's my good cat-boy, my good little bitch.”
Jared could feel his orgasm getting closer, and for a moment he wondered how to get Jensen there too - the barbs on the hybrid's dick rather put him off the idea of a hand-job. Then Jensen started shoving back particularly roughly, and Jared couldn't think at all. He just moved, thrusting and grunting as he gave in to the urge to bury himself as far as he could within Jensen.
He came back to himself with a cry as his orgasm hit, emptying himself into Jensen - who let out a yowl that bordered on a scream, his whole body clenching down.
Jared lost his balance and fell forward, but Jensen didn't seem to mind. Instead the hybrid settled himself comfortably on his stomach, and his tail wound around Jared's waist, almost seeming an attempt to keep him there. It wasn't until Jared was almost asleep that he realised why.
It had been his seed, his come, that had triggered Jensen's orgasm. Now that cat-boy was trying to keep them locked together for as long as possible, an evolutionary imperative to make conception easier.
He tried to move away, but the tail tightened around him, and Jensen let out a displeased sound that was almost a growl, so he settled back down. He'd just wait and do some research once Jensen was asleep.
First, he had to find out how long cat-boy heats went for.
Second... he had to figure out if he could get Jensen pregnant.