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THIS IS THE POST FOR JENSEN/JARED!
If your prompt includes Jensen and Jared touching each other, this is where it goes. Slash, het, f/f, and anything else you can think of are all welcome and encouraged here! : ) Threesomes including Jensen and Jared where they touch/have ( Read more... )
THIS IS THE POST FOR JENSEN/JARED!
If your prompt includes Jensen and Jared touching each other, this is where it goes. Slash, het, f/f, and anything else you can think of are all welcome and encouraged here! : ) Threesomes including Jensen and Jared where they touch/have ( Read more... )
Even without having seen its face, Jared can tell that this is the most human-looking creature that’s been captured so far. Matter of fact, if it weren’t for the teasing glimpses he’s getting of the barcode on the back of its neck, and the apparent softness of its skin and hair, he’d be inclined to think it is human. It has the shape right enough.
Jared moves in, trying to get a better look at the creature’s barcode, and at the snap of a twig beneath his foot, the creature lets out a startled cry. Jared blinks and the next moment the creature is trying frantically to push its body through the bars on the opposite side of the cage so it can get away from him.
Whatever Kripke put in its DNA, it’s a fast bugger.
Now that it’s standing, Jared sees that the creature is almost as tall as he is: just a few inches shorter at the most. It isn’t anywhere near as massive as he is, though, lacking his large frame and built on more slender, compact lines. Its hair is just long enough to obscure the barcode on the back of its neck, so Jared walks around the cage for a better look at the thing’s front instead.
He gets a brief profile before the creature moves again, hurling itself back to the other side of the cage and remaining as far from him as it can get. It looks like this is going to be a case of working his prey to exhaustion, because Jared isn’t going to be in a position to make any decisions how to handle things until he gets a better look at it. He can’t open the door and walk inside, because as terrified as the creature seems, that’s no promise it won’t turn around and attack if it feels cornered. And although the thing looks harmless enough from the back (and pretty, which is a nice change of pace) there’s no knowing what sorts of nasty surprises Kripke might have given its front end.
So, staying out of reach until it gets tired and stops zipping around is the plan.
Jared is about thirty minutes into said plan, with the creature still moving as quickly and elusively as it did at his first approach, when his walkie goes off.
“Jared? You out there?” Morgan’s voice.
Still moving in a casual circle and driving the creature from one side of the cage to the other, Jared pulls the walkie from his belt and lifts it to his mouth. “Yeah, I’m here, sir. I’m in the north-east sector inspecting a new catch.”
“Promising or just weird?”
“Promising, I think. It’s fast. Might be good for reconnaissance if it’s smart enough to train.”
“Excellent. Keep me updated on it.”
“Will do,” Jared agrees, and then adds, “I’m guessing you didn’t call me just to shoot the shit.”
“You’d guess right,” Morgan replies with a trace of humor in his voice. “I thought you’d want to know that Hodge finally hacked into Kripke’s encrypted files. All of the data on that special specimen is here.”
“Anything useful?” Jared asks.
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“Rabbit, sir?”
“Apparently Kripke’s first attempts were a little too ferocious for his liking.”
“Huh.”
“All the animal DNA in the mix is female, but it’s also got some male human DNA-and judging from the intelligence aptitude tests Kripke ran, a good deal of it, so there’s no knowing which gender the man ended up with when he was done. I’m guessing female based on the pet name he gave it, but keep your eyes peeled either way.”
“So I’m after something smart, speedy and skittish,” Jared checks, looking more carefully at the trembling, tensed back of the lightning-quick creature in front of him.
“That’d be an affirmative.”
“I’ll keep my eyes out, then,” Jared says, coming to a stop.
“You do that. Morgan out.”
Jared gives it a few moments of quiet silence and then, gently, calls, “Jenny? Here, Jenny.”
The creature in the cage twitches, head tilting to one side and half turning around.
Jared can barely breathe, he’s so filled with excitement. Putting the walkie away, he takes a careful step closer and squats, making himself smaller and hopefully less threatening.
“That’s a good girl,” he coos. “Come on, Jenny. I’m not going to hurt you.”
Slowly, and so hesitantly Jared doesn’t dare blink, the creature turns around.
It’s beautiful. Sensual, full mouth, high cheekbones, wide brilliant green eyes topped with absurdly long lashes that Jared can see from here. Sculpted features and tight, pert nipples and a flat, toned stomach. But it’s male, despite its feminine attributes.
“Good boy, then,” Jared corrects himself, extending a hand so that his fingertips brush the metal of the cage. “Come on, Jenny. Come on over here and let me get a look at you.”
With mincing, skittish movements, Jenny creeps closer. The expression on his face wavers between fear and confused curiosity: knows his name, but maybe isn’t familiar with any voice but Kripke’s calling him. Finally, though, Jenny is crouched by the bars sniffing at Jared’s fingers.
The position gives Jared a really good look up the ruined legs of Jenny’s pants, and if he needed confirmation of Jenny’s gender then he has it now in the half-hard cock and bulging balls he sees there. Jared’s own cock stirs, which is surprising since he’s always preferred women, and it takes an unexpected, moist brush over his fingertips to pull his attention up again. He jumps, startled by the sandpaper rough contact, and Jenny shoots back to the other side of the cage in a flash. He hasn’t turned his back on Jared this time, but the curiosity on his face is currently buried by a fresh wave of fear.
“It’s okay,” Jared reassures him. “You startled me, but I’m not going to hurt you, Jenny. You can come on back over here. Come here, boy. Good Jenny.”
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Jared is forcibly reminded that Kripke was keeping Jenny as a pet-as a child, really, judging from the array of toys in Jenny’s room. No matter how adult Jenny’s body is, the mind inside hasn’t finished maturing.
When Jenny licks again, giving a full-bodied wriggle that Jared thinks might be Jenny’s way of expressing happiness, he moves his hand forward through the bars and rubs his knuckles against the side of Jenny’s face. Jenny purrs, loudly and unmistakably, and tilts his head into the caress. When Jared’s fingers still in surprise at the sound, Jenny bumps his head against Jared’s hand in encouragement.
“You like that, eh, Jenny?” Jared asks as he strokes again. He didn’t expect any of Kripke’s creations to be so affectionate, but Jenny seems to be starving for some TLC after months alone.
Jared obliges, ignoring his own reaction to the way Jenny is rubbing his body against the bars (would be rubbing it against Jared if he could, Jared can tell). It takes him a few minutes to realize that his cock is hard and leaking in his pants now, an alarmingly strong response that doesn’t make any sense until he notices that Jenny is rubbing his own crotch with one hand and making a breathless, whining sound around his purrs.
He’s in heat.
This is what Kripke gets for mucking around with female feline DNA instead of its male counterpart, although maybe this is what he had in mind. Maybe he was growing himself a different sort of companion than the kind Jared and Morgan figured. Then again, maybe not. Maybe this is just a genetic error, like the bulldog-hippo hybrids that belch toxic gas from their mouths, or the beta attack sharks that won’t stop fighting each other long enough to handle other threats. But looking at Jenny right now, Jared can’t imagine anyone not wanting him, no matter what their first intentions might have been.
“Did he get a chance to try you before Morgan put a bullet in his brain?” he wonders aloud, keeping his voice soft. Jenny’s purrs increase in volume and when Jared presents the cat-man with his fingers, Jenny laps at them eagerly. His tongue is clumsy, though, and something about his demeanor tells Jared that the answer is no. This must be Jenny’s first heat, and there’s no one around to scratch his itch but Jared.
Jared thinks he’s going to be real obliging.
Jenny whines when Jared moves away, loudly enough that Jared wonders just how much wolf DNA Kripke used, and follows Jared around anxiously to the door of the cage. Jared hesitates with his hand on the latch-if Jenny gets away from him, Morgan will have his head-and then his cock gives a hungry pulse that decides everything easily. When he opens the door a moment later, Jenny shoots out in a blur, but instead of fleeing he presses himself up against Jared’s body and licks his neck and jaw.
“Oh God,” Jared groans as he gets his hands on Jenny’s body for the first time. He can’t tell, now that he’s touching Jenny, whether it’s skin or fur he’s feeling. Very fine, short fur, maybe. Either way, it’s like rubbing velvet: a sensation he’s sure he could get used to.
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Jenny stiffens against Jared, whining his need, and Jared begins to rub the cat-man through the thin protection of his torn pants. Jenny may be in heat like a bitch, but there’s nothing feminine about his equipment. Jared is unbelievably aroused by how full Jenny’s cock is in his grasp. He tugs and squeezes the throbbing member as quickly as he can, loving the responses he gets as Jenny gasps and writhes against him.
As Jenny loses control, he grips Jared’s biceps with his hands and buries his face in Jared’s chest. His legs spread wider, hips rocking, and he lets off a tiny, hiccupping cry as he climaxes for what must be his first time.
With the wet scent of Jenny’s semen tainting the damp air, Jared is almost overcome by the need to finish claiming the cat-man, and he has to bite down on the inside of his mouth to resist the urge. When he lets go and takes a step back, Jenny slumps down to lie on his side, eyes unfocused and mouth open as he pants. The front of his ruined pants are soaked in semen, noticeably darker than the rest, and there’s sweat all over his smooth skin. Jared looks away, jaw clenching, and waits until he can hear the cat-man stirring again.
Then he strides back toward the jeep, throwing a quick, “Jenny, come,” over his shoulder as he goes. Temporarily sated, Jenny frolics around Jared on their walk back to the jeep. He keeps darting away to poke his nose in a clump of flowers or to chase a butterfly-and once, disappears into a clump of greenery for a few frightening heartbeats only to come back carrying a brightly colored bird in his mouth. He drops the bird at Jared’s feet, eyes bright and proud, and then carefully licks the blood away from around his mouth.
The rational part of Jared’s mind marvels at what an efficient assassin Jenny would make. His baser instincts wonder how quickly the cat-man could be trained to deep throat.
By the time they reach the jeep, Jared is half-mad himself with the urge to breed, and Jenny’s cock is once again a clear bulge in his pants. He keeps nuzzling Jared, looking hopefully from his face to his hands. Jared limits himself to brief caresses of Jenny’s head and arms as he searches in the back seat for the tethering equipment.
Jenny has clearly never seen a collar and chain before, because he doesn’t look at all alarmed when Jared hooks one end of the heavy chain to the winch in the back of the jeep. He gets in the way, in fact, sniffing along the metal and feeling the links in between licks aimed at Jared’s hands. When Jared tries to get the collar on him, though, Jenny darts back out of range, eyeing the heavy leather mistrustfully.
“It’s okay, Jenny,” Jared tries, holding the collar in one hand and reaching with the other.
Jenny’s eyes narrow and his muscles tense. Despite Jenny’s urge to mate, Jared can tell that the cat-man is thinking about dashing off into the jungle.
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They’ve been in shade all this time-Jenny moving from shadow to shadow like he’s allergic to sunlight-but Jenny’s eyes are half-lidded with pleasure now, and he doesn’t dodge as Jared moves them into a patch of sun and stops.
Jenny’s skin gleams tawny gold in the sunlight.
“Pretty,” Jared says, and can’t resist pressing a kiss to the corner of Jenny’s lips. Jenny startles-doesn’t understand the motion-but Jared increases the pressure of his right hand while tilting Jenny’s face up with his left and tries again. Jenny is stiff for a moment and then, as Jared gives a particularly strong tug on Jenny’s cock, Jenny melts into the kiss. It’s awkward, with Jenny doing his best to lick Jared’s mouth instead of kiss him, but Jared manages to get his own tongue where he wants it and fits their lips more firmly together.
He’s going to enjoy teaching Jenny about human matings.
Jared kisses and strokes the cat-man until Jenny mewls his pleasure a second time and curls his body forward against Jared. He’s lax in Jared’s arms, allowing himself to be moved over toward the jeep where Jared wants him. Aware of his newfound discovery, Jared brings the cat-man around to the opposite side of the car and lays him down in the sunlight. After giving himself a moment to admire the view (there’s a faint, barely-visible mottling on Jenny’s golden hide, same pattern as on a cheetah’s coat, and his hair has taken on a burnished gleam), he hurries back around and grabs the collar. When he buckles the leather around Jenny’s throat a minute later, Jenny goes wild.
Hissing, Jenny tries to dash off into the woods, only to be brought up short by the chain attaching him to the jeep. Yowling, he claws at the collar with his hands, and Jared can tell that the cat-man would only need a few minutes to tear the leather apart. Luckily, the collar was designed to educate its wearers about that particular mistake.
Jenny screams when the electric shock goes through him. It’s the most human Jared has heard him sound, and he hopes that once will be enough to prove to Jenny how futile escape is, but in fact it takes another six shocks before he’ll leave the collar alone. Finally, with wet streaks running down his cheeks, Jenny lies in the sunlight on his right side with his chest and stomach heaving as he pants. His muscles are shaking, and there’s nothing but terror on his face.
Still, the worst of the storm seems over.
“Shh,” Jared offers, edging forward. Jenny’s eyes latch onto him immediately and track his progress, and Jenny’s lips draw back from his teeth, but he doesn’t move. “It’s okay, Jenny,” Jared continues. “It won’t shock you anymore. Just got to leave it where it is. And it doesn’t hurt, does it? It’s just sitting there, nice and easy.”
Jenny flinches when Jared sits down beside him and rests a hand on Jenny’s head. His mouth is still open in a labored pant.
“Sorry I had to do that, boy,” Jared apologizes. “But I need you to stay here, okay? You and I are going to get to know each other, and I don’t want you spooking and running off on me before we’re through.”
Jenny looks at him silently with wounded, betrayed eyes, but his breathing is slowly evening out.
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The thought of one of Kripke’s other monsters-the lizard-man, maybe, or one of the snake people-making use of Jenny like that tightens Jared’s stomach unpleasantly. He realizes that isn’t a logical reaction (he’s becoming far too possessive of the cat-man in far too short a time for it to be anything but biological), but he’s past caring.
“You’re my kitty now, aren’t you, Jenny?” he coos, trailing his fingers over Jenny’s parted lips. When Jenny’s tongue hesitantly slips out to lap at them, he gives the cat-man a warm smile. “Such a good boy. Come on, now, let’s get you out of these.”
Jared’s slightly worried that Jenny will struggle when he pushes the tattered pants off his hips, but Jenny is good for him. The cat-man seems almost grateful the fabric is coming off, and as soon as Jared pulls the pants free from the cat-man’s ankle, Jenny rubs his body against the jungle floor with a trill of pleasure. The size of his cock is more evident now, curving out from his body and a flushed, red color, but what interests Jared is the sudden, pungent smell that floods the air.
He gets a hand on Jenny’s hip, pushing gently, and Jenny rolls after a slight resistance. When Jared runs his hand over Jenny’s ass and down between the cat-man’s legs, Jenny spreads for him, revealing the moist glisten of his pucker. Carefully, Jared prods at the opening with one finger and is pleasantly surprised to find Jenny dripping wet for him. The cat-man’s pucker is still tight and virginal, but with the slick juices Jared should be able to work his way in without too much problem. He pushes harder, putting just the tip of his finger inside, and Jenny startles, squirming and clawing out from underneath him.
Satisfied that the collar and chain will keep the cat-man from going too far, Jared merely gets to his feet and unbuckles his jeans. He’s done postponing his own pleasure, can’t wait to find out how the cat-man feels on the inside, and he’s going to find out with Jenny’s soft, soft skin rubbing up against his own bare body.
By the time Jared is naked and ready for him, Jenny seems to have forgotten about the finger incident. The cat-man is nosing around the jeep, inspecting everything that isn’t bolted down. Since the jeep is just where Jared wants him, he doesn’t yell when Jenny gives his half-eaten Snickers bar a tentative lick. Four licks later and Jenny is happily engrossed in finishing his treat while Jared moves closer and turns on the winch.
At the first rumble of machinery, Jenny is out of the car and sprinting for the surrounding jungle. The snap of being jerked to a halt by the collar around his neck takes him clean off his feet and makes him land on his back. Jared would be worried for the cat-man’s health, but Jenny is back up in the next instant and fighting to move further away. He digs his heels into the earth as the winch continues to inexorably wind up the chain and drag him closer, turning around and dropping to all fours like the extra traction will do any good at all. It isn’t long before Jenny is left with about five feet of give and Jared clicks the machine off.
“Okay, Jenny, climb in,” he invites, opening the jeep’s door.
Jenny ignores him, making another try to pull the collar off and getting shocked for his trouble. Hissing, he drops to a crouch and looks around, every muscle tensed for an attack.
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“Come on, Jenny. I’m going to take you for a ride.”
The look Jenny gives him is full of mistrust and disdain, but Jared doesn’t take it personally. He’ll have the cat-man writhing and grateful soon enough. Still, it doesn’t look like Jenny’s going to do what he wants anytime soon, and Jared doesn’t like the thought of trying to pin him-five feet of give or not.
“Don’t you want to see Kripke?” he asks. Jenny’s flat expression doesn’t shift and, wracking his brain (what would Kripke have called himself?), Jared tries, “Daddy?”
That gets a response, pulling Jenny higher in his crouch.
“I’ll take you to see Daddy, Jenny,” Jared offers, surreptitiously rubbing his aching cock in an effort to get some temporary relief. “You just have to get in the jeep first.”
Jenny still doesn’t trust him, but apparently can’t resist the lure of seeing his ‘daddy’ again. He creeps forward, moving slowly and cautiously. Forcing himself to remain still is torture, especially with Jenny’s body so clearly in need, but Jared manages. He holds still until Jenny is creeping past him into the jeep and then pounces, pushing Jenny’s head down against the seat and bending him over.
Predictably, Jenny starts yowling and lashing out in every direction-and shit, his nails have extended into dangerous-looking claws, which Jared wasn’t expecting. Sweating, Jared gropes beneath his captive’s body and finds his erect cock. His first few tugs are ignored, but Jenny gradually stops fighting. His first purrs are staccato and unwilling, and then he grudgingly lifts his ass up, giving Jared more room to work, and things get easier. It’s simple to push one of Jenny’s knees up onto the seat, leaving the cat-man balanced on the toes of one foot and his wet hole on display.
“Yeah, you like that,” Jared pants, easing the hand he had on Jenny’s upper back away. When Jenny stays where he is, Jared gets his hand around his own cock and gives it a couple of strokes, watching the way the Jenny’s pucker seems to open and close with the flex of his body.
“Okay, Jenny,” he whispers, ghosting the leaking head of his cock over Jenny’s hole. “Here I come.”
He pushes forward slowly despite the violence of the need inside him-he doesn’t want to hurt Jenny any more than he needs to. At the increasing pressure, Jenny stiffens and then starts to yowl in protest-a sound that cuts off as the fat head of Jared’s cock pops inside of him. His body has gone unbelievingly tense, and Jared can tell that his Jenny is trying to push the intrusion right back out, but Jenny is too wet and open inside to stop anything. Getting a good grip on the cat-man’s hip, Jared pushes himself deeper.
The noise Jenny makes now is a low, panicked mewl that goes right to Jared’s dick. He grunts, hips bucking in a quick motion that slides him even deeper, and this time there’s only a soft, hurt whimper in response. Far from shaming Jared, the whimper only enflames him more, and when Jared thrusts deeper he’s looking for another whine. He gets it, Jenny making soft, distressed noises as Jared’s cock continues to fill him. Jenny’s cock has gone limp in Jared’s hand and Jared drops it (Jenny’s already had two orgasms, after all; it’s Jared’s turn) to grab the cat-man’s hair and pull his head back.
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“Jenny,” he breathes, giving his hips a jerk and making the cat-man keen helplessly beneath him. “Fuck, Jenny, you feel so good.”
The next sound out of Jenny’s plush lips can’t be called anything but a sob, and a moment later the cat-man’s ass goes mind-numbingly slick and wide. Jared slides all the way home on a thrust that was meant to be shallow and then Jenny clenches up on him, tighter than tight. Must be some instinctive response to penetration designed to keep his mate’s semen deep inside where it belongs.
Jenny yowls, clearly in pain from the deep, large intrusion and unhappy with his body’s responses, and twists violently in an attempt to pull away. The squirming and pulling feels really good on Jared’s cock, but must feel less good to Jenny because the cat man is definitely crying now.
“Hush,” Jared soothes, giving Jenny’s side an absent pat. “Your body knows what its doing, sugar.”
He reiterates the thought privately in his head a moment later when Jenny’s inner muscles ripple around his snug cock, stroking it. Fuck, he could stand here all day, buried balls deep with Jenny’s ass massaging his dick and Jenny making those wonderful whimpers. Or he could if there wasn’t a more basic, primal urge to breed driving him onward. As it is, he’s helpless to keep from gripping Jenny’s hips and holding the cat-man still while he slowly withdraws his cock.
Jenny cries out again, and part of that slick inside of the cat-man must be coming from blood now, but Jared is past rational thought. He hangs onto Jenny and works the cat-man’s ass back to open with rough, violent thrusts that chafe his cock and must be doing worse to the soft, tense body beneath him.
By the time Jared feels his orgasm approaching, Jenny has given up and gone completely limp. The cat-man’s head is turned to one side, eyes gazing blankly at the jeep’s dashboard. His mouth twitches in a wince when Jared drives in deep and hard enough for his balls to slap loudly against Jenny’s ass, but he doesn’t respond at all when Jared shoots a moment later.
Jared stays buried deep while he orgasms, his hands restlessly caressing Jenny’s velvet skin all the while. When he finishes, he pulls out with a groan and looks down at the damage.
Jenny’s previously tight pucker is wide and gaping. He looks irrevocably broken down there, wet with a mix of semen and blood and his own natural juices, but even as Jared watches Jenny’s inner walls puff up. His pucker pulls tighter, closing until it’s little more than a reddened pinprick.
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Gingerly, Jenny brings his left knee up onto the seat beside his right and lies down, curled in on himself. A tiny trickle of semen bubbles from his pucker before running over the swell of his ass.
“You were such a good boy, Jenny,” Jared praises him as he rubs the semen into the cat-man’s velvety skin. At the sound of his name, or maybe at the touch, Jenny’s head comes up. He looks back at Jared with those gorgeous green eyes of his and makes a flinching, hopeful trill. “That’s right, sugar,” Jared assures him. “I’m going to take good care of you. You want some water?”
Getting Jenny to drink from the water bottle he has in the cooler is difficult, but Jared thinks that’s more because the cat-man is out of practice than because he hasn’t ever done this sort of thing before. There were sippy cups in his room back at Dr. Kripke’s lab, after all.
“I’m going to train you to do all sorts of things,” he promises, petting Jenny’s hair as his new pet drinks his full. “Maybe even speak.” The thought of Jenny calling out Jared’s name in the middle of a coupling sparks a hot flush through Jared’s skin and he corrects himself, “Okay, you’re definitely learning how to speak. But first ... how would you like to come help me kill the man who murdered your daddy?”
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Wow, this is great :)
Poor little Jensen makes me feel bad for him, but damn it was hot. I love the idea of Jared teaching him to say his name while fucking.
Thank you so much :)
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