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magnagaruzenmon · 18 days ago

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Hybrid Theory IX

Dino said let’s write Yel, so we wrote yel. Dio wanted to continue the story and I wanted to celebrate Asa’s birthday so a lot of stuff is going on in this chapter.

Asa sat anxiously in the small waiting area, her leg bouncing with restless energy as she stared down the sterile white tiles. It had been a few days since Doflamingo was officially called in by CONHA for a psych evaluation. Despite Dioyoza’s protests, the higher-ups had insisted. Asa couldn’t help but worry; Doffy hated being poked and prodded by suits who didn’t understand him.

What made it a little easier, though, was knowing Dioyoza was still around.

She had been quietly amazed at how different Dioyoza turned out to be compared to the stories she’d heard. For someone nicknamed a “failsafe,” a supposed weapon to stop Doflamingo if needed, he was so… normal. Kind, even. His laid-back attitude and steady presence made Asa feel strangely safe, like he was the cool older brother she never had.

The sound of the entrance doors sliding open pulled her from her thoughts. Dioyoza strolled in, his coat draped lazily over one shoulder, a casual smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Hey, Sirius! Hey, Asa!” Dio called out cheerfully, giving a lazy salute with two fingers as he passed by.

Asa hesitated, then gathered her courage. “Hey, Dio! Can I ask you something real quick?”

Dio stopped mid-stride, flashing her a curious but patient look. “Sure, shoot.”

She twisted her fingers together for a second before blurting out, “Why are you so kind to Doffy and me? I mean… you’re technically here in case things go wrong. You don’t have to be so nice.”

As she spoke, she watched Dio carefully. His easygoing expression didn’t waver, but she could tell he took her question seriously. He rubbed the back of his neck thoughtfully before answering.

“I trust you two,” he said simply, his voice steady and warm. “You both want to put the war behind you. You’re not trying to stir it back up, not looking for revenge. I respect that a lot.”

Asa nodded slowly, digesting his words.

There was something about the way Dio talked to her—no judgment, no superiority. Just genuine understanding. It made her chest loosen, made the constant, anxious coil inside her relax a little. Around him, the scars the war had left didn’t feel as raw. They were just… there. And he didn’t make her feel broken because of them.

Dio gave her a small, lopsided grin before continuing down the hall. “Besides, if we’re all stuck together, might as well not be assholes about it, right?”

Asa chuckled quietly, feeling warmth spread through her. Yeah, she thought, Dio’s like the brother I never got to have. Cool, calm, and somehow always making the world feel a little less heavy.

As Dio disappeared around the corner, Asa found herself smiling, the tension she’d been carrying easing just a little bit more.

Not long after Dio disappeared down the hall, the door to the evaluation room opened with a soft hiss. Asa shot to her feet instantly, her heart pounding.

Doflamingo stepped out, looking a little dazed but unharmed. His eyes searched for her automatically, and when he saw her standing there, a small, relieved smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

Asa hurried over, gripping his hands tightly. “Hey, are you okay? How was it?” she asked, keeping her voice low.

Doflamingo squeezed her hands back, grounding himself. “It was… annoying, but nothing I couldn’t handle.” He glanced over his shoulder and added in a near-whisper, “They’re just making sure I’m not going to explode or something stupid.”

Asa let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, nodding. “Well, you survived. That’s what matters.”

Doflamingo chuckled softly. “Always do.”

As they walked together back toward the lobby, Asa thought about how much lighter things had started feeling lately. Between Doffy finding his footing and Dio somehow becoming a reliable presence, it wasn’t as bleak as it used to be.

An idea formed in her mind—something small, something normal.

“Hey, uh…” Asa started awkwardly, tugging on Doffy’s sleeve to get his attention. “My birthday’s in a few days.”

Doflamingo blinked at her, then grinned. “Yeah? That’s awesome.”

She nodded quickly, feeling a little shy. “I was thinking of doing something really small. Just dinner, maybe. You, me… and maybe Dio and Magenta too?”

Doflamingo arched an eyebrow, surprised. “You want Dio and Magenta there?”

“I mean, yeah,” Asa said, fidgeting with her fingers again. “Dio’s been really cool, and Magenta’s… intense but she’s been good to you. Plus, it’d be nice to actually celebrate something with people who get it, you know?”

Doflamingo’s grin softened into something gentler, almost proud. “I think that’s a great idea.”

He ruffled her hair affectionately, making her huff in protest but secretly enjoy the rare sign of affection.

“I’ll make sure they come,” Doflamingo said with a wink. “No way we’re letting your birthday pass without a little trouble.”

Asa smiled brightly, feeling a warmth spread through her chest that she hadn’t felt in a long time.

For the first time in years, she was actually looking forward to something.

A few hours later, Doflamingo found himself in the communal lounge where Dio and Magenta were half-heartedly playing a card game. Magenta looked bored out of her mind while Dio kept humming tunelessly to himself, casually stacking the cards into tiny towers instead of playing properly.

Doffy plopped down onto the couch across from them, causing the card tower to collapse.

“Hey, Dio, Magenta—got a question for you.”

Magenta gave him a lazy side-eye. “If it’s about fixing that busted training drone, I already said—”

“It’s not that,” Doffy interrupted with a grin. “Asa’s birthday’s in a few days. She wants to have a little dinner. You two are invited.”

Dio’s face lit up instantly. “Birthday dinner? Count me in!” he said without hesitation, tossing the deck of cards into the air with excitement.

Magenta, on the other hand, leaned back with a scoff. “Tch. Birthday parties are for kids.” She crossed her arms, trying to look unimpressed.

Doflamingo wasn’t fooled for a second. “Come on, Magenta. You’re not gonna leave Asa hanging on her birthday, are you?”

Magenta’s lips twitched, betraying her cool act for a moment. She shrugged with an air of faux indifference. “I guess… if you need me there to make it less lame.”

Dio snorted with laughter, earning a glare from her.

“Magenta’s just shy about being soft,” Dio said in a stage whisper to Doffy.

Magenta flicked a card at his forehead like a bullet, but Dio only laughed harder.

“So that’s a yes?” Doffy pressed.

Magenta sighed dramatically and rolled her eyes. “Fine. I’ll go. But I’m not singing ‘Happy Birthday.’”

“No promises,” Dio teased, winking.

Doffy chuckled. “Good. It’ll mean a lot to Asa.”

As he got up to leave, Dio called after him, grinning wide. “Hey, make sure there’s cake!”

Doffy threw a lazy thumbs-up over his shoulder as he walked off, feeling more and more confident that Asa’s birthday was going to be the best one she’d had in a long, long time.

After their little chat the various groups went home.

The afternoon sun filtered through the windows of Dio’s apartment, casting warm golden hues across the living room. He and Magenta were sprawled out on the couch, a lazy, comfortable silence settling between them. Magenta was absentmindedly flipping through channels on the TV while Dio leaned against the armrest, half-watching, half-lost in thought.

At first, Magenta barely noticed anything unusual. But as time went on, she caught Dio shifting—a lot. His usual stillness, that almost eerie composure he carried, was gone. His muscles tensed and relaxed in quick succession, his fingers drumming against his thigh before balling into fists. He kept rolling his shoulders, stretching his neck, his whole body moving in a restless, almost agitated manner.

Her nose twitched. That was when she smelled it.

Pomegranate. A little richer than usual, deeper, spiced with something heady.

Magenta’s ears perked up as realization hit her like a truck.

“Oh my God,” she snorted, sitting up straight.

Dio blinked at her, a little dazed, shifting his weight again. “What?”

Magenta smirked, her eyes glinting with amusement. “You’re going into a rut.”

Dio furrowed his brows, his expression a mix of confusion and mild irritation. “What the hell do you mean, I’m going into rut?”

Magenta bit her lip to keep from laughing outright. “I mean exactly what I said, babe. You’re squirming, your scent is getting all thick and heavy, and—” she inhaled dramatically “—yep, that’s definitely a rut scent. Strong, needy.”

Dio gave her a look. “That makes no damn sense,” he said, but as he spoke, he shifted again, his body betraying him. “I don’t get ruts. I’m not a hybrid.”

Magenta leaned forward, resting her chin in her palm. “Correction—you weren’t a hybrid.”

Dio narrowed his eyes. “Explain.”

Magenta grinned. “Simple. When a coyote hybrid chooses a mate, our partner—whether they’re hybrid, human, or in your case, a variant— they start going through mating cycles. Guys get ruts, girls get heats.”

Dio blinked, his scientist brain immediately kicking in. “That’s… biologically impossible.”

Magenta shrugged. “Not for us coyotes.”

Dio gave her a deadpan look. “How?”

Magenta stretched, clearly enjoying herself. “Because our bodily fluids contain a chemical that triggers a mutation in our mates, entangling them with us on a genetic level. It makes the bond stronger—more intimate.” She leaned in closer, voice dropping into something teasing. “Deeper.”

Dio stared at her for a long moment, then ran a hand down his face. “Are you telling me,” he said slowly, “that because we’ve… y’know…” He gestured vaguely between them.

Magenta smirked. “Oh yeah. You’ve been marinated in coyote hybrid essence, babe. There’s no going back now.”

Dio let out a dry laugh, shaking his head. “This is ridiculous.” But as he said it, another shift ran through his body, the restlessness getting worse. He clenched his jaw, breathing through his nose. Damn it. He could feel it.

Magenta just laughed, utterly delighted. “Oh, this is gonna be fun.”

Dio pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling slowly. “Okay. Is there anything else I should know about being mated to a coyote hybrid? Or am I just gonna wake up one day howling at the moon?”

Magenta snickered. “I mean, that would be hilarious, but nah, you’re safe on that front.”

Dio gave her a flat look. “Somehow, I don’t feel reassured.”

Magenta stretched lazily, resting her arms behind her head. “Well, since you asked… yeah, there’s more.” She tilted her head, watching him closely. “The cycles? They get stronger over time. The more we bond—physically, emotionally—the more intense they’ll be. My heat will hit harder, and your ruts? Brutal.”

Dio frowned. “Define brutal.”

Magenta waggled her eyebrows. “Oh, you know. Just the overwhelming need to claim, possess, breed—”

Dio held up a hand. “Alright, stop.”

She laughed, leaning into his side. “I’m serious, babe. Your first rut is gonna be rough because you’ve never had one before. Your body’s confused, and it’s gonna hit you all at once.” She traced a finger along his arm, smirking as his muscles tensed involuntarily. “By the time it’s in full swing, you’re gonna be begging me for relief.”

Dio exhaled sharply, eyes flicking away as if focusing on something else would help. It didn’t. “Great. So I just have to ride it out?”

Magenta’s grin turned sly. “Well… I could help you ride it out. Literally.”

Dio shot her a warning glare. “Magenta.”

“What?” she said innocently, then burst out laughing.

Dio sighed, rubbing his temples. “So let me get this straight: the more time we spend together, the worse this gets?”

Magenta nodded. “Yup.”

Dio’s mind was already racing, calculating. “And given my variant biology, there could be… other side effects.”

Magenta shrugged. “Maybe. I mean, hybrids follow a pretty standard pattern, but you? You’re uncharted territory. Your DNA already doesn’t play by the rules, so who knows? Maybe your rut will be worse—or maybe it’ll trigger something else.”

Dio’s jaw clenched. He hated unknowns when they involved him. “And how long until we know?”

Magenta smirked, dragging a hand slowly down his chest. “I guess we’ll find out soon, won’t we?”

Dio groaned. “I hate everything about this.”

“No, you don’t,” she said, grinning as she caught the faintest shiver that ran through him. “Admit it, babe. You’re curious.”

Dio scowled, but he didn’t deny it.

It wasn’t long after that Dio’s cock was surging with malicious mating intent and his scent had reached a peak letting Magenta know of he was ready. She watched as his brown eyes changed into a deep crimson and she smiled.

“Are you ready for me?” She asked . Dio sighed

“If I say no will this all end,” he said but as soon as he said it a wave of lust ran through his body and before he could think straight he was naked in front of and equally nude Magenta. His body roared at him demanding to satisfy the itch that had been building he breathed heavy and magenta whispered a lustful and calming,

“Breed me. It will be fine,” Dio groaned as he blacked out. He plunged his cock into Magenta and his mind cleared for a moment finally easing the need clouding his mind only to feel a greater need to breed her even more. Dio lifted Magenta up before thrusting into her with rapacious appetite. Magenta moaned with satisfaction but hoping to burn more of that energy and she knew was burning inside of Dio she said,

“Come on fuck me harder I can take it,” she said. She smiled as Dio’s scent took on an even richer as his eyes became darker and he fucked her harder. In the full throes of his rut Dioyoza callously ripped Magenta’s shirt. Her breasts meandered marvelously as she moaned and said, “god you animal. I love it.” She growled possessively as she clawed into Dio’s back as Dio continued fucking her. Feeling the familiar feeling in his gut he told Magenta he was close. Magenta responded with

“Fuck fill me up and Dio did so gladly, rope after rope filled Magenta’s womb as their bond deepened even more. When they finished Dio and Magenta caught their breath. But even so the heat inside of Dio kept raging and before he could think he was achingly hard again inside of Magenta. Magenta smirked and said “you’re insatiable”

Dio smirked, before saying,” you made me like this!” Magenta smiled and said yes I did as Dio began thrusting into her again.

While Dio spent the next few hours breeding and claiming Magenta Doflamingo and Asa arrived back home.After a long day filled with clinical white walls, endless questionnaires, and awkward silences during Doflamingo’s psych evaluation, he and Asa finally got back to their apartment.

The second the door clicked shut behind them, Doffy let out a loud, exaggerated groan and flopped face-first onto the couch, arms and legs spread out like a starfish.

“I feel like I just fought a war with boredom,” he mumbled into the cushions.

Asa giggled quietly, setting her bag down by the door. She toed off her shoes and walked over to stand above him, arms crossed.

“I don’t know,” she said, cocking her head with a teasing grin. “You were kinda cute answering all those psych questions like an awkward schoolboy.”

Doffy turned his head to glare up at her, one eye peeking through his messy hair. “You’re evil,” he said dryly.

Asa knelt down next to him, poking his shoulder gently. “Maybe a little.”

Without thinking, Doflamingo grabbed her finger and lightly tugged her closer, making her yelp in surprise as she lost her balance and toppled halfway onto him. He smirked up at her, his hands bracing her at her waist.

“You keep poking the bull, Asa,” Doffy teased in a low voice. “You’re gonna get the horns.”

Asa flushed bright pink but didn’t move away. Instead, she leaned in just a little closer, her hair brushing his forehead.

“Maybe I’m not scared of a little bull or a robot dragon,” she whispered back.

For a second, they just looked at each other — breathing the same air, their hearts racing just a little faster.

Doflamingo was the one who pulled away first, laughing under his breath as he ruffled her hair, breaking the tension before it could boil over.

“Come on, shortstack,” he said fondly, sitting up and bumping his forehead against hers playfully. “Let’s order some food before you start trying to wrestle me.”

Asa stuck out her tongue at him but smiled warmly. She didn’t mind the teasing — in fact, she kind of loved it.

“Fine. But you’re paying,” she said, grabbing his phone from the coffee table and waving it at him.

Doffy just laughed again, feeling lighter than he had in a long time. Asa’s laughter echoed in his ears like a melody, and for the first time that day, he forgot about evaluations, war records, and the heavy weight of the past.

The next morning, the sun was just starting to rise, casting a warm glow over the Animus complex. Asa and Doflamingo, still a little groggy from a lazy breakfast of cereal and toast, stepped out into the hallway just in time to see Dio and Magenta exiting their own apartment, hand in hand.

Asa, spotting them, couldn’t help but grin mischievously.

“Hey, Genta! Hey, Dio! Where are you two sneaking off to so early?” she called, leaning casually against Doffy’s arm.

Dio looked over at them, his usual sharpness dulled by a lazy, glazed-over look in his maroon eyes. Asa caught a whiff of his scent riding the hallway air and instantly stifled a giggle — Dio was in a rut.

She elbowed Doffy lightly and turned back to Magenta, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Well then,” Asa said, struggling not to laugh, “should we be expecting a litter of pups soon?”

Magenta barked out a laugh, tossing her hair over her shoulder with a cocky grin. She leaned into Dio’s side, who just groaned quietly, trying to keep himself together.

“Not this round,” Magenta said, giving Dio a teasing little pat on the chest. “But trust me, you’ll be the first to know when it is time.”

Asa laughed brightly, the easy camaraderie lifting her spirits. Feeling bold, she turned and poked Doflamingo in the side, giving him a sly smirk.

“What about you, huh?” Asa teased, her voice light but her words heavy with a joking promise. “When are you gonna knock me up?”

Doflamingo immediately stiffened like he’d been hit by lightning. His body jolted instinctively, his pupils dilating just a little too wide.

Asa caught it immediately — the subtle ripple of tension that shot through him. She watched, amused and curious, as something ancient and primal flickered behind Doffy’s usually laid-back gaze. His hands twitched at his sides like he wanted to grab her, pull her close, claim her.

For a split second, Asa felt the shift — the subtle heat of his hind brain kicking in, whispering, breed, protect, make her yours.

Her smile softened, but before things could spiral too far, she put a hand gently on his chest and said warmly, “I’m kidding, dummy. We’re not ready for kids yet.”

Doflamingo visibly relaxed, letting out a slow breath he didn’t realize he was holding. His hands settled on her waist lightly, grounding himself with her touch.

“It’s okay,” he said, his voice a little hoarse, but steady. He gave her a small, almost bashful smile — a rare glimpse of the boyish farm boy still tucked inside the man.

Magenta, watching the whole interaction, laughed under her breath and nudged Dio, whispering, “Give it six months, tops.” Dio just grunted in agreement, pulling Magenta along as they headed toward the elevators.

Asa giggled and leaned into Doflamingo’s side, feeling how he subtly tucked her closer against him as if to shield her from the world — or maybe from himself.

And deep down, Asa couldn’t help but wonder: Maybe someday…

But for now, they were just happy being wrapped up in each other’s messy, imperfect lives.

After the teasing died down, Asa stretched and let out a satisfied sigh. “Well, since everyone’s up and about, how about breakfast? There’s that cute little café down the street.”

Magenta’s ears perked up. “The one with the giant cinnamon rolls? Say less. I’m in.”

Dio gave a slow nod, the promise of food clearly helping him keep his rut-fogged brain somewhat functional. “Food’s good,” he mumbled, earning a quiet laugh from Magenta as she ruffled his hair.

Doflamingo, who was still trying to recalibrate after Asa’s little joke, just smiled softly and took her hand in his. “Yeah, sounds nice. Let’s go.”

The four of them headed down the sidewalk, the morning air crisp but not too cold. Dio and Magenta walked ahead slightly, her tail flicking playfully against his side while he tried (and failed) to act unaffected. Asa and Doflamingo trailed behind, swinging their joined hands casually.

The café was small, tucked between a bookstore and a flower shop, and it smelled like heaven the second they pushed through the door — cinnamon, fresh bread, and coffee. A sleepy-looking hybrid waitress waved them to a booth by the window.

They slid in — Dio and Magenta on one side, Asa and Doffy on the other — and started scanning the menus.

Conversation flowed easily. They talked about nothing serious — favorite breakfasts, the weirdest dreams they’d had lately, and even a debate over whether waffles or pancakes were superior. (Magenta was violently pro-waffle.)

At one point, Asa caught Doflamingo just smiling at everyone around the table. She squeezed his hand under the table and leaned her head lightly against his shoulder.

He turned to her, soft and warm, and whispered, “Thanks for dragging me out here.”

Asa smiled back. “Always.”

The four of them spent the morning laughing over greasy food, stealing bites off each other’s plates, and for a little while, it felt like the war, the experiments, and the darkness of their pasts were just distant memories — faded and powerless against the simple peace of friends sharing a meal.

After the haze of Dio’s rut finally cleared it was time for Asa’s birthday.

Asa couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this at peace.

The little private dining room Magenta had booked for her birthday was cozy, tucked away from the noise of the main restaurant. The low lighting cast everything in a warm glow, and laughter flowed freely between her, Doflamingo, Dio, and Magenta.

There was no tension, no fear — just comfort.

Doflamingo kept a protective hand resting lightly on Asa’s knee under the table, a grounding touch that made her heart flutter. Dio was his usual easygoing self, teasing Magenta between bites of food, and even Doflamingo had let his walls down for once, smiling wide and easy.

As the plates cleared, Magenta clapped her hands and said, “Alright, alright — time for the birthday song!”

Asa groaned playfully, hiding her face. “Nooo, don’t make it a thing—”

But it was already happening.

Dio started singing loudly and terribly, Magenta harmonizing horribly on purpose, and Doflamingo — sweet, off-tune Doflamingo — joined in, their voices filling the little room with chaotic joy.

As they sang, Asa’s chest swelled — not just with laughter, but something deeper. Something primal.

The scent hit first: Doflamingo’s scent — strong, warm, possessive.

Then her body reacted.

Heat rushed through her so quickly it made her head spin. Her skin burned, her thighs clenched, and an unsteady whimper escaped her lips before she could stop it.

Her hands clutched at Doflamingo’s sleeve instinctively, her face burying into his shoulder as she shook slightly. Doflamingo’s hand flew up to steady her, concern flooding his features.

“Asa?” he murmured, voice thick with worry.

She whimpered again, her hips shifting closer to him automatically, the teasing grin she gave him full of needy, desperate energy. “Doffy,” she breathed, voice husky and pleading without her meaning to.

Across the table, Magenta’s nose twitched. She inhaled once, then twice, her eyes going wide as realization dawned.

“Oh boy,” Magenta muttered, standing up and dragging Dio up with her by the collar.

“What? What’s happening?” Dio asked, blinking.

“She’s going into her first heat,” Magenta hissed, already backing toward the door. “Big time.”

Doflamingo froze, his hand tightening around Asa’s waist as he stared at her wide, dilated eyes and flushed cheeks. She whined softly, nuzzling against him, fingers fisting the fabric of his shirt.

Magenta gave Doflamingo a cheeky thumbs-up as she hauled a very confused Dio out the door. “Happy birthday, Asa! You’re in good hands!”

The door clicked shut behind them, leaving Doflamingo and Asa alone in the heat-thickened room.

Asa whimpered again, grinding her hips into his thigh without thinking, her body completely overtaken by the wave of hormones. She stared up at him, pupils blown wide, voice breathy and pleading.

“Doffy… please…”

His throat worked as he swallowed hard, instincts roaring to life inside him. His hands came up to cradle her face gently.

“I got you,” he whispered, voice low and thick. “I’ll take care of you, Asa. I promise.”

Doflamingo scooped Asa into his arms without hesitation, cradling her carefully against his chest as he left the restaurant. She clung to him, pressing herself tighter into his body, whimpering every few seconds like she couldn’t help it.

He managed to make it to the car without incident, though every step tested his control. Her scent was overwhelming now — sweet, heady, absolutely intoxicating.

Once they were in the car, Asa curled into the passenger seat, her knees pulled up, her body trembling lightly. Doflamingo kept glancing over at her, jaw tight, one hand gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white.

The moment he started driving, Asa let out a broken whine, her forehead pressing to the cool window.

“I wasn’t supposed to get heats anymore,” she whispered shakily, voice cracking.

Doflamingo’s heart twisted. “What do you mean, sweetheart?” he asked gently, forcing his voice to stay calm for her sake.

Asa whimpered again, shifting restlessly in her seat, trying to find relief from the burning ache in her body. “Because of what I am…a quadbrid. They said…they said my genetics were too jumbled for a real heat cycle.” She turned her head toward him, eyes glassy, desperation pouring off her in waves. “I didn’t think this would ever happen to me…”

He reached over at a red light and squeezed her hand, grounding her. “It’s okay, Asa,” he said softly. “We’ll figure it out. I’ve got you.”

As the car sped toward home, Asa grew needier by the second, whimpering and breathing heavily. Her thighs squeezed together, but nothing helped; her scent filled the confined space, stoking Doflamingo’s instincts until he was almost trembling himself.

She turned toward him again, voice soft and pleading. “Doffy… I need you…”

His heart ached at the vulnerability in her voice.

“We’re almost home, baby. Just a little longer,” Doflamingo murmured, voice low and soothing even though every nerve in his body was screaming at him to pull over and claim her right then and there.

He focused on the road like his life depended on it, hand never letting go of hers, her warmth grounding him even as his mind whirled with the reality of what was about to happen.

She needed him — and he would be there for her, no matter what.

By the time they pulled into the driveway, Asa was a trembling mess. She barely waited for Doflamingo to park before she unbuckled herself, still whimpering under her breath, so desperate she could hardly sit still.

Doflamingo rushed to her side, opening the door and helping her out. She clung to his arm, burying her face against him as they hurried inside.

As soon as they crossed the threshold, Asa’s knees buckled slightly. Doflamingo caught her easily, lifting her into his arms again.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered, carrying her toward the bedroom with careful urgency.

He set her down on the bed gently, brushing the hair from her flushed face. Asa whined again, reaching for him immediately, but Doflamingo forced himself to slow down. He pressed a kiss to her forehead and said, “Give me two minutes, sweetheart. I need to make sure you’re comfortable first.”

Asa pouted but nodded, whimpering softly as she curled up on the bed, watching him with wide, glassy eyes.

Doflamingo moved quickly, dimming the lights to make the room softer, safer. He pulled out clean sheets from the closet, throwing them over the bed in case things got messy, and turned the thermostat up a little — Asa’s body was trembling enough without her getting cold. He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge too, setting it on the nightstand.

When he finally turned back to her, Asa was pawing lightly at the sheets, shifting restlessly, her pupils blown wide, her breathing shallow. Her entire body was practically vibrating with need.

“You’re doing so good, Asa,” Doflamingo murmured as he approached, his voice a low rumble that made her shiver. “Just a little more patience, baby.”

Asa whined again, lower this time, almost a growl of frustration and desperation. She reached out both arms for him, her entire being crying out for comfort, for him.

“Doffy… please…”

The soft, pleading way she said his name almost broke him.

Doflamingo finally knelt on the bed, cupping her face in his hands. “I’m here now,” he whispered, eyes locked on hers. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Asa leaned into his touch, her body relaxing just a little as she rubbed her cheek against his palm, instinctively scent-marking him like he was hers — because he was.

Doflamingo smiled gently despite the heavy tension in the air, leaning in to kiss her forehead again, steadying himself, preparing to take care of her the way she needed.

Tonight wasn’t about control. Tonight was about Asa — about making sure she felt loved, safe, and wanted in every possible way.

Doflamingo kissed Asa’s forehead as he joined her in the bed. Asa to far gone in her own heat pounced on Doflamingo tearing through her clothes as well as his.

When they were both bare Asa ran her hands over her body as she finally took what was hers. She slowly sank onto Doflamingo’s dick feeling relief.

Breathing heavily she just said,” just breed me you dumb dragon,” and Doflamingo obliged.

Over the course of the next week Asa and Doflamingo fucked over every inch of their apartment, and with the help of care packages from Dio and Magenta Asa survived her heat. When the couple finally came up for air they decided to meet their friends for a light lunch.

Asa stepped inside first, Doflamingo trailing close behind her protectively, his hand lightly resting on the small of her back. Almost immediately, the lively chatter of the group died down as everyone turned to look at her.

For a moment, nobody said anything.

Then Koby, wide-eyed and trying to be subtle about it, leaned over and whispered loudly to Hiro, “Is it just me or does Asa look… different?”

Hiro, less subtle, squinted at her and said, “Nope, not just you.”

Sakura, ever the bold one, gasped and pointed in playful accusation. “You look softer! Fuller! It’s like someone flipped the ‘dangerous apex predator’ switch to ‘hot future mom’ overnight!”

Asa blinked, cheeks instantly burning. She instinctively reached up to adjust her jacket, but it was impossible to hide the truth — her body had changed.

Where once she had been sharp angles and coiled muscle meant for war, now she was softer, curvier. Her hips looked a little wider, her chest fuller, her whole frame giving off a new, lush kind of energy — one that spoke of nurturing and new beginnings instead of pure survival.

Mina clapped her hands together excitedly. “Oh my gosh, it’s like you went through a metamorphosis!”

Eunbi tilted her head thoughtfully. “It actually makes sense. Certain hybrids experience physical shifts after an intense first heat. It’s like the body… reprograms itself to prepare for the possibility of bearing children.”

Magenta, smirking from her seat, added, “And given how much Doffy’s been hovering over her lately, I’m guessing it wasn’t a mild heat either.”

Asa groaned and covered her face with both hands. “You’re all the worst.”

Hina, trying (and failing) to hide her grin, leaned in and said, “You’re glowing though. Like, really glowing. It’s a good look on you, Asa.”

Doflamingo chuckled lowly behind her, clearly proud and thoroughly enjoying himself. He wrapped an arm loosely around Asa’s waist and pressed a kiss to the side of her head.

“She’s perfect,” he said simply, the pride and love in his voice unmistakable.

The group cooed and teased even harder at that, but under all the playful ribbing, it was clear — they were genuinely happy for her.

Asa peeked out from behind her hands, cheeks still pink, but the small, shy smile she gave Doflamingo said it all.

She was happy too.

After breakfast, as the group lingered lazily in the café, Mina, Sakura, Eunbi, Hina, and Magenta shared a few mischievous glances before suddenly springing into action.

“Asa, girl talk. Now.” Sakura grinned and grabbed her by the wrist before Asa could protest.

“Wait—what?” Asa squeaked, trying to dig her heels into the floor, but the girls were relentless, pulling her toward a quiet corner of the café.

Doflamingo rose slightly from his seat, ready to intervene, but Hiro casually patted him on the arm and said, “Relax. They’re just gonna mess with her a little. You can go rescue her if it gets bad.”

Reluctantly, Doflamingo sat back down, though his sharp gaze stayed locked onto the girls.

In the corner, Asa crossed her arms defensively and gave them a half-hearted glare. “Okay, what’s the ambush about?”

Hina leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand with a sly smile. “You know what this is about.”

Eunbi giggled, her voice lilting. “Come on, Asa, you’re literally glowing. Your scent changed, your body’s changed… you’re basically halfway to nesting instinct territory!”

Mina, ever the more blunt one, nudged her. “And don’t pretend you didn’t notice Doffy looking at you like you hung the stars. He’s obsessed.”

Magenta added with a teasing wink, “You should see the way he keeps scanning the room like someone’s gonna steal you away. It’s adorable, honestly.”

Asa felt her ears burning as she rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly. “I just… I wasn’t expecting this. I thought being a quadbrid meant I wasn’t supposed to have heats, or body changes, or any of that.”

Sakura nodded sympathetically. “Normally, yeah. But you’re a special case. You finally found someone who makes you feel safe. Your body’s reacting to that.”

“Exactly,” Hina chimed in. “It’s not about biology ticking on a clock. It’s about finally being happy. And Doflamingo? He’s your person. So your body’s like ‘cool, time to thrive instead of just survive.’”

Asa’s stern facade cracked, and she bit her lip to keep from smiling. “You guys are embarrassing.”

“But you love us,” Mina said, bumping her shoulder playfully.

Asa huffed a soft laugh. “Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

Magenta leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, “Just wait till the next heat. It’ll be even more intense. You might actually knock him off his feet next time.”

The girls burst into giggles as Asa covered her face again, half-mortified, half-warmed by their teasing.

Across the room, Doflamingo, still watching carefully, caught Asa’s eye. She dropped her hands long enough to flash him a shy but brilliant smile.

And just like that, all of his protective tension melted away. He smiled back, slow and sure, the same way he had when they were still tentative with each other.

Yeah. She was happy.

And so was he.

A few days later things returned to normal for the most part.

Donny very rarely ventured far from home. Being born and raised a lion bull hybrid made any sort of travel… difficult, but when old rugby teammate and elephant hybrid named Hiro invited him out to the big city he decided if Hiro could fit in so could he.

So he took the flight and met Hiro at a bar called Concrete Jungle it was sleezy and incredibly horny which awakened something in Donny as soon as he walked in.

As soon as Donny stepped into Concrete Jungle, the air hit him like a freight train. It was thick with the scent of lust, heat, and pheromones—so much so that his body reacted instantly. His muscles tensed, his breath hitched, and a slow, simmering burn settled deep in his gut.

He clenched his fists, fighting the sensation, but it was already taking hold.

This was the problem.

Being a lion-bull hybrid meant dealing with an almost constant state of heightened virility. Male hybrids of his kind were genetically wired to be breeders—their instincts programmed for strength, dominance, and, most of all, reproduction. It wasn’t just about wanting to mate; their bodies demanded it. Anytime they were around a fertile female, their biology shifted into overdrive, priming them for a rut-like state that never fully faded.

And here?

Here, in a club like this, packed with humans and hybrids drenched in pheromones?

It was hell.

Donny exhaled through his nose, forcing himself to keep his steps measured as he pushed deeper inside. His mind screamed at him to leave—to get out before things spiraled—but another part of him, the deeply ingrained predator, thrived on it.

“This was a bad idea,” he muttered under his breath.

“Oi! Donny!”

He turned and spotted Hiro, the massive elephant hybrid grinning from a booth near the bar. Hiro was built like a tank, his broad frame somehow managing to look at ease in the dimly lit, neon-soaked club.

“Figured you’d chicken out,” Hiro teased, waving him over.

Donny forced a smirk. “Figured you’d pick a place that wasn’t a damn breeding ground,” he shot back.

Hiro just laughed. “What, this? This is tame for the city.”

Donny swallowed another sharp breath as a particularly strong wave of pheromones rolled over him. He needed to get a handle on himself—fast. Because if he didn’t?

Well.

Things were about to get a whole lot worse.

Donny was already struggling to keep himself composed when he heard a whistle from the side.

“Holy shit, Hiro, you didn’t tell me your friend was a damn mountain.”

He turned to see a petite but striking woman staring up at him with wide, appraising eyes. She had soft, caramel-toned skin, sleek black hair tied up in a messy ponytail, and a confidence in her stance that immediately told him she wasn’t afraid of anything.

Hiro snorted. “Hina, this is Donny. Donny, this is my girl, Hina.”

Hina stepped closer, placing a hand on her hip as she continued to stare. “No offense, but I thought Hiro was exaggerating when he said you were built like a goddamn war beast. Turns out, he might’ve undersold it.”

Donny huffed, shifting uncomfortably under her scrutiny. He was used to people gawking, but there was something too amused in her expression.

“Yeah, well, Hiro’s no small guy himself,” he muttered.

Hina waved a dismissive hand. “Oh, he’s big, but you? You’re like… ‘pick up a car and throw it’ big. Like ‘probably cause minor earthquakes when you walk’ big.”

Hiro chuckled, slinging an arm around Hina’s shoulders. “Told you he was a tank.”

“I thought you meant, like, linebacker big,” Hina continued, still eyeing Donny. “Not ancient demi-god who wrestled lions for fun big.” She smirked, crossing her arms. “What the hell do they feed lion-bull hybrids?”

Donny, trying to suppress the heat already simmering in his veins from the club’s atmosphere, just sighed. “A lot.”

Hina grinned, clearly entertained. “I bet.” Then, glancing at Hiro, she added, “You better hope I don’t start liking your friend more than you.”

Hiro rolled his eyes but smirked. “Don’t get any ideas, babe.”

Donny just groaned. This night was already shaping up to be way more exhausting than he’d anticipated.

As Donny nursed his drink, trying to ignore the heady mix of scents swirling around him, another presence slid into his space with the grace of a seasoned predator.

“Well, well, well… I thought I felt something huge enter my club tonight,” a sultry voice purred.

Donny turned his head and immediately recognized the woman standing before him. Jennie Kim. The infamous co-owner of Concrete Jungle. Her reputation preceded her—ruthless in business, shameless in pleasure. And right now, she was looking at him like he was the next course in a very indulgent meal.

“Damn,” she murmured, her sharp eyes trailing up his towering frame before locking onto his face. “I knew you’d be big, but I wasn’t expecting you to be this big.”

Hiro chuckled beside him, clearly enjoying the show. Hina, too, was smirking, leaning into Hiro as if ready for entertainment.

Jennie stepped closer, close enough that Donny could smell her—an intoxicating blend of jasmine and warm musk. “You must be Donny,” she said, tilting her head slightly. “I love big, powerful men, and you… you might just be my new favorite.”

Donny exhaled sharply through his nose. His body was already on edge from being in the club, and now Jennie’s presence wasn’t making things any easier.

She reached out and casually traced a finger down his bicep, her touch featherlight but deliberate. “So, tell me, handsome… have you ever thought about being one of my cubs for the night?”

Donny felt a sharp pang of heat roll through his core. His lion-bull hybrid instincts were already in overdrive from the club’s atmosphere, and now this—this was damn near a test of his willpower.

Hina let out a low whistle. “Oh-ho, Jennie, you’re really going for the jugular, huh?”

Jennie didn’t even look away from Donny as she smirked. “Can you blame me? He looks like he was sculpted for a goddess’s personal use.”

Donny cleared his throat, his voice rougher than he intended. “Tempting offer, sweetheart, but I don’t think you could handle me.”

Jennie’s eyes flashed with amusement. “Oh, I love a challenge.” She leaned in just a little, voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “You sure you don’t want to test that theory?”

Donny clenched his jaw, his hybrid instincts roaring in his veins. If he wasn’t careful, he was going to lose whatever restraint he had left.

Hiro clapped a heavy hand on Donny’s back, laughing. “You better watch it, Jennie. He’s new to the city—you might break him before he even gets settled in.”

Jennie finally pulled back, but not before giving Donny one last slow, appraising look. “Mmm… shame. But if you change your mind, big guy, you know where to find me.”

And with that, she sauntered off, leaving behind only the lingering scent of jasmine and a very, very riled-up lion-bull hybrid.

As soon as they stepped out of Concrete Jungle, Donny sucked in a deep breath of fresh air, trying to cool the fire raging in his blood. The club had been too much—too many scents, too much tension, too much temptation. He had held it together, but just barely.

Hiro, noticing his friend’s struggle, clapped him on the back. “Come on, big guy. Let’s get you back to my place before you do something you’ll regret.”

Hina snickered. “Or something you’d regret?”

Hiro rolled his eyes, but Donny was too distracted to engage. His body was on edge, his instincts screaming at him to find someone—anyone—to ease the overwhelming need simmering beneath his skin. He had always been good at keeping it in check, but the city was different. The sheer volume of hybrids, the lust that permeated the air—his lion and bull halves were at war inside him.

They made their way to Hiro’s high-rise apartment, but before they could enter, they were stopped at the door by the building’s head of security.

A towering figure loomed in the dimly lit entrance, arms crossed, golden eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. He was massive—nearly as big as Donny himself—with a sharp, angular face and broad shoulders. His presence alone radiated authority.

“Who’s this?” the hybrid asked, his deep voice laced with suspicion.

Hiro sighed. “Relax, Sirius. He’s with me.”

Sirius—clearly part lion, part direwolf—stared Donny down, nostrils flaring as he took in his scent. His expression darkened slightly, muscles tensing. “He’s riled up,” he noted. “Smells like a damn rut waiting to happen.”

Donny grimaced. He knew how dangerous his kind could be when their instincts kicked in full force. He had no intention of causing trouble, but Sirius had every right to be wary.

Hina stepped forward, waving a hand. “Relax, Sirius. Donny’s harmless—just a big farm boy lost in the big city. Right, Donny?”

Donny, despite his nerves, smiled sheepishly. “I swear I don’t bite. Or claw. Or, uh… do anything aggressive.”

Sirius inhaled deeply once more, this time catching the underlying sweetness of Donny’s natural scent—warm, comforting maple.

The change was instant.

Sirius’s stiff posture eased, his tense shoulders relaxing. “Huh,” he muttered. “You’re one of those kinds.”

Hiro smirked. “Yeah, he’s a gentle giant. Soft as hell unless you piss him off.”

Sirius exhaled through his nose and nodded. “Alright. Just keep him on a leash if things get out of hand.”

With that, he stepped aside, allowing them through.

Inside, Hiro’s place was already lively. A few familiar faces were lounging in the main area—female hybrids chatting, drinking, and relaxing after their own nights out.

The moment Donny stepped in, every single one of them turned their heads.

Ryujin, a sharp-eyed fox wolf, raised an eyebrow. “Who the hell is that?”

Sullyoon, a soft-spoken deer hybrid, tilted her head. “Oh my god, Hiro… why didn’t you tell us you were bringing home a mountain?”

Karina, a sleek and confident lion hybrid, smirked as she leaned back on the couch. “That’s not a mountain, that’s a farm boy,” she purred, immediately picking up on the hints of open fields and fresh earth lingering in his scent. “Let me guess—raised on hard labor, all muscle, no brain?”

Donny, shifting uncomfortably under their gazes, scratched the back of his neck. “Uh… I mean, I did grow up on a farm, yeah.”

That was all it took.

Ryujin’s lips curled into a grin. “Oh, you poor thing. You have no idea what kind of danger you just walked into, do you?”

Heejin, a bunny hybrid, laughed as she moved closer, eyeing him up and down. “Big, strong and naive? Hiro, where have you been hiding him?”

Hiro, clearly enjoying the show, threw an arm around Donny’s broad shoulders. “Oh, Donny here doesn’t get out much. Too busy with his cows and fields and whatever the hell farm boys do.”

Sullyoon, ever the sweetheart, placed a gentle hand on Donny’s arm. “That’s actually really cute,” she said, looking up at him with wide eyes. “You must be so hardworking…”

Donny felt his face grow warm. He wasn’t used to this—being openly admired, teased, flirted with all at once. His instincts were at war inside him—his lion side preening under the attention, his bull side growing restless, demanding action.

Karina, sensing his unease, leaned in with a knowing smile. “You feeling a little overwhelmed, farm boy?”

Donny exhaled, trying to steady himself. “I, uh… I just wasn’t expecting this kind of welcome.”

Heejin grinned. “Oh, honey. We’re just getting started.”

The room filled with soft laughter, playful glances exchanged between the girls as they continued their little game.

Donny, despite himself, was struggling. The combination of their teasing, their scents, and his already heightened instincts was pushing him dangerously close to the edge. His body ached—every fiber of his being screaming for him to claim, to breed, to take one of them and—

He clenched his fists.

No.

He had control.

He had to have control.

Hiro, catching onto Donny’s inner turmoil, finally stepped in. “Alright, alright, ladies. Let the poor bastard breathe.”

Ryujin smirked but relented, while Sullyoon giggled and gave Donny’s arm a reassuring squeeze.

Hiro turned to Donny, grinning. “Welcome to the city, farm boy. Try not to get eaten alive.”

Karina circled Donny like a predator sizing up its prey, her sharp feline eyes gleaming with mischief. She reached out, gently tugging at the strap of his overalls, her fingers barely grazing his chest. “But he’s just so cute,” she cooed. “The overalls? They make him look so soft and warm. Like a big ol’ teddy bear.”

Ryujin, ever the instigator, leaned against Sullyoon with a smirk, her own wolf-like gaze sweeping over Donny from head to toe. “Mmm, and that scent,” she murmured, inhaling theatrically. “It’s just so inviting. Like a hot breakfast on a crisp morning.”

She grinned, flashing her sharp canines. “I kinda wanna take a bite.”

Donny, already struggling to keep his instincts in check, felt a fresh wave of heat rush through him at their words. His hands clenched at his sides as he fought the overwhelming biological response threatening to take hold.

Hiro chuckled at his friend’s predicament but decided to offer a lifeline. “Alright, alright, calm down, you two,” he said, shaking his head. “I did not bring Donny here just for you guys to break him in like some new farmhand.”

Karina pouted but backed off with a sultry shrug. “Fine. But if he sticks around, I call dibs on making him blush again.”

Ryujin simply chuckled, giving Donny one last slow once-over before turning away. “Yeah… he’s definitely not ready for the city.”

As the girls sauntered off, Ryujin lingered just a moment longer. With a sly smirk, she let her tail flick behind her, the fluffy tip smacking right against Donny’s firm, muscular backside. The unexpected contact made him jolt slightly, his ears twitching in surprise.

Ryujin paused, giving him a slow, shameless once-over, her eyes gleaming with playful intent. “See you later, big guy,” she purred, her voice dripping with mischief.

She winked before turning on her heel and strutting away, her tail swaying behind her with deliberate exaggeration. Donny, still trying to process everything that had just happened, swallowed hard and rubbed the back of his neck.

Hiro, stifling a laugh, clapped a heavy hand on Donny’s shoulder. “Welcome to the city, bud.” Donny sighed and Hiro said.

“You actually handled last night better than i thought you would. I for sure thought you were gonna be entangled in some pretty hybrid’s game all last night,”

Donny sighed, “You know I’m not like that. Granted I was struggling. Some of the girls put out some very alluring and compelling “arguments,” Hiro laughed as Donny helped get breakfast ready. Hina woke up as they finished breakfast.

The morning light filtered through the large windows of Hiro and Hina’s apartment, casting a warm glow over the cozy living space. Donny sat at the kitchen table, a massive mug of hot chocolate in his hands, looking slightly more put together than he had last night. His overalls were still in place, but his flannel was unbuttoned at the top, showing a hint of his broad chest.

Hina, perched on the counter with a plate of toast, kicked her legs idly. “So, Donny,” she started, giving him a curious look. “What’s life like out on the farm? You been doing that full-time?”

Donny nodded, taking a sip of his coffee before answering. “Yeah, been helpin’ run the family farm since I was a kid. It’s good, honest work—keeps me busy.”

Hiro leaned back in his chair. “Didn’t know you were the settlin’ down type. Thought you’d have taken that brain of yours and gone corporate by now.”

Hina blinked, looking between the two men. “Brain? What brain?”

Donny chuckled, a little sheepish. “Well, I guess I don’t really talk about it much, but I actually finished my master’s in computer science last year.”

Hina nearly choked on her toast. “Wait, what?” She stared at him, eyes wide. “You—you’re telling me that you, the big, sweet, overalls-wearing farm boy, have a master’s degree? In computer science?”

Donny rubbed the back of his neck, looking a little bashful. “Yeah, I’ve been workin’ on a second app, too. First one did pretty well—helped local farms optimize crop rotation. This one’s more focused on livestock management.”

Hiro smirked. “I keep tellin’ people, Donny’s not just brawn—he’s got a hell of a brain, too.”

Hina, still processing, pointed at Donny dramatically. “So you’re out here programming complex farm software and wrangling cattle? That’s so unfair.” She squinted at him. “Are you secretly some kinda genius?”

Donny chuckled, shaking his head. “Nothin’ like that, just grew up with computers and saw ways to make things easier for folks like my family.”

Hina whistled. “Damn. Country boy and a tech wizard? You might be the most interesting man I’ve ever met.”

Donny’s ears twitched at the praise, his maple scent subtly sweetening the air. Hiro just laughed. “Told ya he’s a gem.”

Hina crossed her arms and smirked. “You ever think about sticking around the city for a bit, Donny? ‘Cause I think you’d be very popular here.”

Donny, ever humble, just smiled. “Guess we’ll see.”

Hina tapped her chin thoughtfully as she stared at Donny, gears turning in her head. Hiro recognized that look immediately and groaned.

“Oh no,” he muttered, rubbing his temple. “She’s matchmaking again.”

Donny blinked, glancing between them. “Matchmakin’?”

Hina ignored Hiro’s complaint, snapping her fingers as if a light bulb had gone off in her head. “Donny, have you ever dated a hybrid before?”

Donny scratched his cheek, his expression a little bashful. “Can’t say I have. Dated a couple of human gals back home, but, uh… well, never got serious with any of ‘em.”

Hina’s smirk widened. “Okay, so hear me out—I know the perfect girl for you.”

Hiro sighed. “Here we go.”

Donny tilted his head, intrigued but a little wary. “Who?”

“Her name’s Yel,” Hina said, grinning. “She’s a giraffe-bear hybrid, absolute sweetheart, and she’s huge.”

Donny blinked. “Huge?”

Hina nodded enthusiastically. “Like, taller than Hiro. She’s built, but in a soft way, you know? She’s super strong, but also the gentlest, most affectionate thing you’ll ever meet. And she loves farm life—she’s always talking about wanting to leave the city for somewhere quieter.”

Donny took a sip of his coffee, thinking. “She sounds… real nice.”

Hina’s grin turned mischievous. “Oh, she is. And honestly, you two together? It’d be adorable. You’re like a golden retriever in overalls, and she’s this big, shy cinnamon roll. You’d balance each other perfectly.”

Donny’s ears twitched, his maple scent growing a little sweeter as he mulled it over. He’d never thought much about hybrids when it came to relationships, but the way Hina described Yel made something stir in his chest.

Hiro shook his head, though he was clearly amused. “You’re relentless, babe.”

Hina flipped her hair. “I have a gift.”

Donny chuckled, setting his mug down. “Well… I wouldn’t mind meetin’ her.”

Hina clapped her hands together. “Perfect! I’ll set it up.”

As Donny turned the idea over in his head, he had to admit—he was curious. And maybe, just maybe, Hina was onto something.

While Hina chatted with Yel Donny and Hiro were out behind the apartment building, tossing trash bags into the large bins. It was one of those quiet moments where the city felt like it had just paused—no loud music, no rush of people. The sun was starting to dip, casting long shadows over the alley, and Donny, feeling the weight of his day, stretched his broad shoulders. The air was warm and sticky, but Donny was used to it—he was a farm boy, after all.

Hiro, already done with his task, leaned against the wall, a half-smile playing on his lips. “Man, you’ve got the strength of a bull for sure. You should’ve been a bodybuilder instead of a farm guy.”

Donny chuckled, wiping his brow. “Nah, farm life’s where I’m at. Lifting bales of hay and fixing fences is what gets me by.” He shot a glance at Hiro. “Don’t know if I’d last long in a gym.”

Hiro raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Right, right. But I bet you’d last longer than you think.” Just as Donny was about to respond, he caught a whiff of something new—something sharp and wild. A familiar scent of pine, earth, and something more primal.

He turned his head, instinctively drawing in a breath. It was a woman, tall, with striking eyes that gleamed under the fading sunlight. She was walking toward them with purpose, and Donny’s senses were immediately on edge.

“You smell that?” Donny asked, his voice low but steady. Hiro followed his gaze, smirking as he spotted the wolf hybrid approaching.

“Yeah,” Hiro said, his grin widening. “You’re in trouble, big guy.”

Hyeju was a wolf hybrid, sleek and confident with dark, well-kept fur running down her arms. She had the appearance of someone who was both graceful and dangerous, yet there was a calmness about her, too. Donny could see how her eyes flickered over him, like she was trying to gauge something.

As she closed the distance, her lips curved into a playful smile. “Hey there, I couldn’t help but notice your scent,” she said, her voice warm but with a hint of mischief. “It’s… very distinct.”

Donny smiled back, his posture tense despite himself. His body was still in a semi-raging state, his pre-rut instincts running hot. He fought the urge to shift his stance or flex too much, keeping his demeanor casual. “I get that a lot,” he said, trying to keep his voice even. “I’m Donny.”

She raised an eyebrow, glancing between him and Hiro. “Hyeju,” she said simply. “I was just finishing up my workout when I smelled this.” She chuckled, “Didn’t expect to run into a literal bull hybrid in a trash area, but here we are.”

Donny chuckled along with her, even though his mind was racing. “Guess I’m not exactly used to being in the big city,” he said. “But I’m learning.”

Hyeju’s gaze lingered on Donny, especially as she noted his toned physique, still tinged with that raw, untamed energy. She took in his scent, recognizing the earthy undertone that was unmistakable. She tilted her head curiously. “You’re a farm guy, right? I can tell.”

Donny nodded, still trying to calm the swirling intensity inside him. “Yeah, that’s right. I run a farm back home.” He felt a sharp flicker of heat in his chest when she stepped a little closer, his body reacting to her proximity despite his efforts to stay composed.

Hyeju’s nose twitched as she took in his scent again, and Donny noticed the slight flash of interest in her eyes. But instead of pushing him, she kept her demeanor playful. “I like that—there’s something… grounded about you. But I bet you’ve never had anyone challenge you at a game, huh?” she teased, her eyes sparkling.

Donny raised an eyebrow. “A game?”

Hyeju smirked, clearly enjoying the teasing dance. “I’ve been looking for someone to go up against me in something—maybe chess, maybe a good old-fashioned card game, something that’ll make you think.” She held up her phone, pulling out a piece of paper. “Here, take my number. You look like the kind of guy who’s got a bit more to him than just muscles.”

Donny looked down at her phone, his gaze flicking between it and her. His body was still screaming for release, every muscle tense with the undercurrent of his rut, but he didn’t let it show. He took the phone carefully, trying to ignore the heat building up inside him. “I’m always up for a challenge,” he said, a slow smile curling his lips.

“Good,” Hyeju replied, her voice quiet but firm. “I’ll hold you to that. And maybe I’ll see if you can beat me in something else, too. But for now, take care, Donny.” She offered a sly wink before turning to leave.

As she walked off, Donny stood there for a moment, his mind whirling. Hiro, having watched the entire exchange with quiet amusement, finally spoke up.

“Well, well, well, looks like you’ve got yourself a little challenge.” Hiro’s voice had a teasing edge to it.

Donny glanced at him, his mind still spinning. “She’s something else. But… I don’t know. There’s something about her scent that’s got my head all over the place.”

Hiro smirked. “I bet. But remember, Donny, you’re here to enjoy the city, not get tangled in every scent that comes your way.”

Donny nodded, trying to ground himself. “Yeah… I’ll keep that in mind.” But deep down, he knew it wasn’t going to be that simple.

Donny had spent most of the afternoon wandering around, trying to clear his head after his brief but intense encounter with Hyeju. His mind was still buzzing, his instincts more on edge than usual, but he couldn’t quite shake the feeling that he was missing something. He didn’t mind the chaos of the city—it was the kind of distraction he needed—but there was always this lingering pull for something more.

As he walked through the hallways of Hiro’s building, he was distracted by the muffled sounds of intense battle music and button mashing that echoed from an apartment on the floor above. The bass-heavy tunes and the distinctive battle cries coming from a nearby room piqued his curiosity. Donny hadn’t been much of a gamer in the past, but Under Night In-Birth II had always been one of his favorite fighting games. He’d even gone to EVO a couple of times to compete, though his results never matched the hype. Still, the game was a comfort—something about the fast-paced action got him in the zone, making everything else fade away.

The sounds were loud enough that he figured someone had the volume cranked up, and his curiosity got the better of him. He knocked on the door of the apartment, not bothering to wait for an invitation—he had always been a bit direct in that way.

The door swung open to reveal a familiar face. Sullyoon, the cool and composed doe hybrid he’d met a few nights ago, was standing there with a confident smile. Her eyes twinkled with a mischievous glint.

“Donny,” she said, her voice laced with amusement. “I was wondering when you’d find your way here. I guess I’m not as quiet as I thought.”

Donny stepped inside, noting the cozy setup. The living room had a large flat-screen TV, with controllers scattered on the coffee table, the sound of a fighting game still playing loudly in the background. He didn’t recognize the game, but the voiceovers and punches were unmistakable.

“Is that Under Night In-Birth II?” Donny asked, his voice full of curiosity.

Sullyoon chuckled, nodding as she gestured to the couch. “Yeah, it’s one of my favorites. And I’ve been kicking everyone’s ass in it tonight.” She grinned, clearly enjoying herself. “Wanna try?”

Donny hesitated for a moment, then smiled. “I’ve been known to play a round or two,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck in slight embarrassment. “But I’ll give it a go.”

As he made his way further into the room, he noticed two other figures sitting on the couch. It was Koby, the trybrid with his usual laid-back demeanor, and Sakura, the small but fiery cat hybrid girl who lived under Hiro and Hina . Both of them had controllers in hand, visibly focused on the screen.

“Hey, Donny!” Koby called, glancing up with a grin. “We were just taking a break, but Sullyoon here is impossible to beat. Thought we’d give it one more shot.”

Sakura flashed him a teasing smile. “Yeah, we’ve been trying to figure out her secret, but it’s like she’s got a sixth sense when it comes to this game.”

Sullyoon smirked and leaned back on the couch, clearly enjoying her undefeated streak. “What can I say? I have good reflexes.” She turned her gaze to Donny. “So, if you’re up for a challenge, I’m happy to add another victim to my list.”

Donny chuckled at her confidence, feeling the warmth of the moment despite the growing intensity of his body’s need. He took a seat next to Sakura and Koby, trying to stay composed as the tension in the air shifted. His body was still in the early stages of his rut, and with the other hybrids around, the primal urges he was trying to suppress were slowly starting to resurface. But he pushed that feeling aside, focusing on the game instead.

“Alright, let’s see what you’ve got,” Donny said, cracking his knuckles. “I may not play much, but I’ll give you a run for your money.”

Sullyoon raised an eyebrow and picked up her controller, clearly amused. “Alright, big guy. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

The game loaded up, and the digital characters began to square off, the sounds of punches and energy blasts filling the air. Donny found himself instantly drawn into the gameplay, his competitive nature kicking in as he focused on the match. He wasn’t just here to play casually—he was here to win, and it showed.

Sullyoon quickly realized that Donny wasn’t the “casual” player he’d made himself out to be. His combos were crisp, his decision-making was solid, and the pace of the game seemed to flow in a way that told her he had serious experience. She had to scramble to keep up as Donny launched into his next series of attacks, each one landing with precision.

“What—how are you this good?” Sullyoon grumbled under her breath, trying to regain control of the match, but Donny was relentless.

Before long, Donny’s character cornered hers, executing a flawless finishing combo that sent her flying off the screen in a blaze of light. The announcer’s voice declared him the winner, and Donny leaned back in his seat, satisfied.

“Well, guess that’s me winning,” Donny said with a grin, wiping the back of his neck, though his eyes were still bright with the rush of victory.

Sullyoon blinked, stunned. “Wait—hold up, you’re really good. I thought you were just being modest.” She shook her head in amazement. “Alright, looks like I’ve met my match. You might have a shot at EVO next time.”

Koby slapped Donny on the back with a loud laugh. “Damn, Donny, you’ve been holding out on us. That was a crazy match.”

Sakura raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed. “I’ve got to admit, I didn’t think anyone could beat Sullyoon at her own game. That was… something else.”

Donny chuckled and leaned back, his competitive streak still running high. “Guess I’ve got a thing or two left to show, huh?”

Koby raised his hand. “I’m officially challenging you to a rematch next time, Donny. You’re going down!”

Sullyoon grinned and turned to Donny. “Alright, you got me this time. But if you want to stick around, I’m always down for another round.”

As Donny sat back and caught his breath, he noticed that the tension in the air seemed to have shifted slightly. His primal instincts were still there, the pull of his rut constant, but for the moment, he was able to keep it in check. Still, there was something about the scent of the other hybrids around him that kept tugging at him, making it harder to concentrate on anything else.

“Yeah, I’ll stick around for a bit,” Donny said, giving Sullyoon a playful grin. “But I might need a breather first.”

Sullyoon chuckled, her doe hybrid instincts undoubtedly picking up on the underlying tension. “Take your time, big guy. We’ve got all night.”

As the group continued their casual banter, Donny let himself enjoy the moment for a little longer, knowing that, for now, he had control. But he couldn’t shake the feeling that this city—and the hybrids in it—would only continue to push him further.

As they continued gaming Sakura and Koby left leaving just Sullyoon and Donny to play.

The rhythmic clicks of controllers filled the room as Sullyoon and Donny sat on the floor in front of the TV, locked in an intense match of UnderNight II. The neon lights of the game cast a faint glow across their faces, highlighting the focus in their eyes.

Donny’s Carmine clashed against Sullyoon’s Yuzuirha, their characters exchanging rapid blows. Sullyoon was good—damn good—but Donny had the edge. He’d already downloaded her playstyle, adapting to every feint and counter she threw his way.

“Damn, you really are an EVO player,” Sullyoon muttered, clicking her tongue as her health bar dwindled.

Donny smirked slightly, his hands fluid on the controls. “Didn’t win, though. Just made it to top 64.”

“Still further than I’d get,” she admitted, eyes flicking to the screen as Donny landed a devastating combo, pushing her into the corner. “Alright, maybe I need to pick up Carmine.”

“Nah your yuzu is still solid,” Donny offered. “But she’s more read-heavy.”

As they played, Donny shifted slightly in his seat. Something was off. He’d been trying to focus on the game, but his senses kept picking up something… different.

Then it hit him.

Sullyoon’s scent had changed.

At first, it had been light and pleasant—something faintly citrusy, crisp like early spring. But now? Now it was richer, warmer, and laced with something unmistakable. It wasn’t overpowering, not like some of the hybrids he’d been around lately, but he could tell she was fighting it.

Oh.

His body, already teetering on the edge of pre-rut hell thanks to all the hybrids in heat around him, definitely noticed. A slow, creeping heat spread through his limbs, his instincts sharpening in response. But more than that, he saw it in her.

The way she shifted in her seat. The way her grip on the controller tightened just a little too much. The way her ears twitched—subtle, but telling.

‘Oh, she’s feeling it too,’ he realized.

Donny swallowed, trying to keep his cool. Be normal. Just be normal.

“So… you always this massive, or did you just decide to be built like a tank for fun?” Sullyoon asked, her voice light but forced.

Donny smirked, playing along. “Farm work’ll do that to you. Lotta lifting, hauling, plowing.”

The moment the word left his mouth, he felt the shift in her scent.

He blinked. Oh. Oh.

Sullyoon sucked in a sharp breath before quickly covering it up. “Right, right. Makes sense.”

Donny wasn’t the most socially sharp guy in the world, but he was part lion. He could smell when someone was affected, and right now, Sullyoon was trying really hard to pretend she wasn’t.

A small, wicked part of him wanted to push it—just to see her squirm. But the rest of him was too busy trying to hold onto the last shreds of his own restraint.

He turned to look at her, brow raised. “You good?”

For the briefest second, she hesitated. He saw the way her pupils dilated slightly before she forced a smirk. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just, uh, thinking about how I’m gonna wipe the floor with you this match.”

Donny exhaled a slow breath through his nose. Right. Okay. Keep it cool.

“We’ll see about that,” he said, rolling his shoulders.

Sullyoon tensed.

Donny smirked.

Sullyoon hummed, but there was a distant look in her eyes, her fingers moving on autopilot.

A long silence settled between them, only broken by the sounds of the game. Eventually, Sullyoon let out a quiet sigh, glancing at Donny. “You know… I never really wanted to be part of the war.”

Donny didn’t look at her immediately, but his fingers hesitated over the controller for half a second before he finished his combo.

“…Yeah?”

She nodded, leaning back against the couch. “I tried to avoid it at first. I thought—if I just kept my head down, if I didn’t get involved, it would pass me by.” A humorless chuckle left her lips. “But I was naive. It pulled me in anyway.”

Donny remained quiet, letting her speak at her own pace.

“I became a medic,” Sullyoon continued. “Not because I believed in the war, but because I couldn’t just sit back and watch people suffer. It didn’t matter if they were hybrids or humans—both sides were bleeding out all the same.”

She exhaled sharply, gripping the controller a little tighter. “I saw some of the worst things imaginable. People torn apart by experiments, entire platoons wiped out by biological warfare. And for what? Territory? Revenge?” She shook her head. “By the end of it, I wasn’t even sure who was right anymore. It just felt like we were all losing.”

Donny finally set his controller down, rubbing the back of his neck. “I get it.”

Sullyoon tilted her head. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He exhaled through his nose. “I was never in the war, but I spent a lot of time protesting it. Not just because of the fighting, but because of what both sides were doing to themselves.” He looked at her now, his expression grim. “The experiments? The forced evolutions? None of it was sustainable. It wasn’t just about which side won—it was about whether anyone would even be left by the time the dust settled.”

Sullyoon blinked, surprised. “You actually thought about that?”

“Of course I did.” Donny leaned back, stretching his arms. “The hybrids were being pushed past their limits, and the humans were scrambling to keep up with technology that was warping their bodies. If we kept going down that path, it wouldn’t have mattered who was left standing. We were heading toward extinction, one way or another.”

Sullyoon studied him for a moment before nodding. “Yeah… I see it now. And you were right.”

She sighed, draping her arms over her knees. “The war was a mistake. But it’s over now. All that’s left is trying to pick up the pieces.”

Donny chuckled dryly. “Easier said than done.”

Sullyoon smirked slightly. “Maybe. But at least we have video games to keep us sane.”

He snorted. “Guess that’s true.”

They lapsed into comfortable silence, the weight of the conversation lingering between them. Then, after a moment, Sullyoon grabbed her controller and smirked.

“Alright, rematch. This time, I’m winning.”

Donny grinned. “We’ll see about that.”

As Sullyoon and Donny continued their match, the sound of the front door opening caught their attention. Ryujin had just returned from work, her sharp eyes scanning the room before landing on Donny, comfortably seated on the couch with a controller in hand. A flicker of something unreadable—curiosity, maybe even jealousy—passed through her expression as she strutted over.

“Oh, farm bull, it’s great to see you,” she purred, her voice playful but laced with a teasing edge.

Before Donny could react, she plopped herself right onto his lap, settling in as if she belonged there. Sullyoon barely concealed her amusement as she noticed the shift in Donny’s demeanor. At first, he stiffened—an instinctual hesitation—but then, something in his eyes darkened. His pupils dilated, and a slow, primal hunger settled into his gaze.

Ryujin, oblivious to the change, reached up and ran her fingers over his horns, tracing their curved ridges with gentle fascination. “You know, farm bull, you have such nice horns,” she murmured, her voice laced with mischief.

That was it.

Something inside Donny snapped.

His nostrils flared, his muscles tensed, and his hands gripped the couch as he tilted his head slightly, his voice dropping into a dangerously smooth cadence.

“And what do you want to do about it?”

Ryujin’s breath hitched.

She felt the shift in him—the way his presence suddenly dominated the room. Gone was the bashful, wide-eyed farm boy. In his place was a confident, unshaken lion-bull hybrid whose patience was wearing thin.

Ryujin’s heartbeat stuttered for half a second before she forced herself to smirk. “I think I’m going to bed,” she said, her tone light, but there was no mistaking the heat lingering in her voice.

Donny, ever the gentleman—at least when he wasn’t being provoked—stood up, adjusting his posture as he stretched. “Good night, Sully. Good night, Ryu,” he said smoothly, his deep voice still carrying that lingering intensity.

Just as he turned to leave, Ryujin’s tail flicked, snapping against his backside in a playful smack.

Sullyoon raised an eyebrow.

But Donny didn’t so much as flinch. Instead, he turned back, slow and deliberate, his amber eyes locking onto Ryujin’s with a knowing smirk.

“Are you trying to ride the bull tonight?”

Ryujin’s confident facade cracked just a little as she let out a choked sound—a mix between a groan and a mewl—before quickly turning away.

Before things could escalate any further, Sullyoon swiftly stepped between them, grabbing Donny by the arm and escorting him toward the door. “Alright, cowboy, that’s enough,” she said, half-laughing, half-scolding.

As soon as Donny was out of earshot, Sullyoon turned back to Ryujin, arms crossed.

“What exactly was that?”

Ryujin, still a little breathless, grinned. “Listen… I may have underestimated just how much farm bull is hiding under all that polite country charm.”

Sullyoon sighed, shaking her head. “Yeah, and if you keep pushing, you’re going to find out the hard way.”

Ryujin’s grin widened.

“…Would that really be such a bad thing?”

Sullyoon sat on her couch long after Donny had left, the glow of the TV screen flickering in the dim room. Her fingers idly traced the outline of her controller, but her mind was somewhere else. Somewhen else.

She’d been fine. She’d been fine. She’d gone through the motions, kept herself busy, stayed in control. But Donny—his scent, his voice, the effortless way he carried himself—had knocked something loose inside her. And now, he was on her mind again.

Her husband.

A sigh escaped her lips as she leaned back against the cushions, staring at the ceiling. It’s been years, Sully. You need to let it go.

But she couldn’t.

She still remembered the day he left for battle. The way his golden-furred ears twitched nervously as he adjusted his uniform. The way his tail swayed ever so slightly, betraying the excitement he didn’t want to admit. He’d kissed her, promised he’d come back, said they’d figure out their future together.

And then Doflamingo’s final stand against the hybrids happened.

1,000 hybrids. Against one man.

The war had been hell, but that day… that was when she lost him.

No body. No final words. Just a name on a list.

She clenched her jaw, willing the sting behind her eyes to fade.

She hadn’t been on the front lines. She’d been in the med tents, patching up those lucky enough to make it back. And after the battle, when the reports started coming in, she remembered how the other medics went silent when they saw his name. How they looked at her, pity in their eyes.

She had kept working. She hadn’t cried.

She still hadn’t.

Sullyoon exhaled sharply and rubbed her hands over her face, willing herself back to the present.

She wasn’t some grieving widow anymore. She was Sullyoon. Strong. Capable. She’d built a life for herself after the war, away from the pain.

So why did Donny—some massive, naive farm boy—make her feel like this?

She scoffed, shaking her head. Maybe it was just his scent. That stupid, warm, comforting scent of maple and earth. Or maybe it was the way he’d looked at her—sharp, perceptive, like he actually saw her.

You need to get a grip, she told herself.

Because no matter how kind Donny was, or how much he made her heart stutter—he wasn’t him.

And she wasn’t sure she was ready for anyone who wasn’t.

It was the dead of night when Donny shot up from the couch, his body burning with unbearable heat. A deep, primal ache coiled in his gut, making his skin feel too tight, his muscles tense with need. His breathing was ragged, his hands gripping the blanket as if grounding himself would do anything against the suffocating sensation overtaking him.

His rut had begun in full force.

And it wasn’t just his own body betraying him—he could smell it. The pheromones thick in the air, subtle yet maddening. Several female hybrids in the building were in heat, their scents mingling, intensifying his already overwhelming instincts. It was like standing too close to an open flame, his body reacting on sheer biology, his mind struggling to keep control.

“Shit.”

He needed fresh air.

Moving quickly, Donny threw on a hoodie—one that barely helped disguise the sheer mass of his frame—and stepped outside onto the apartment’s rooftop. The cool air hit his burning skin, offering a momentary reprieve, but it wasn’t nearly enough to ease the restless energy coursing through him. His rut was only just beginning, and the tension in his body told him this was going to be a rough one.

“Damn, you look like you’re about to lose your mind,” a familiar voice drawled.

Donny turned, finding Hyeju leaning casually against the railing, her sharp eyes locked onto him. The wolf hybrid was dressed comfortably in joggers and a cropped hoodie, her dark hair pulled back into a messy ponytail. Despite her relaxed posture, there was an unmistakable glint of mischief in her expression.

“I—” Donny exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, uh… it’s bad.”

Hyeju took a slow step forward, inhaling deeply. Her nostrils flared slightly before she smirked. “No wonder. You reek of rut.”

Donny groaned, bracing himself against the railing. “Don’t remind me.”

She tilted her head, studying him. “Let me guess—first time dealing with it in a city full of hybrids?”

“Yeah,” he admitted, jaw tight.

Hyeju chuckled. “Rough luck, farm boy. You picked the worst place to be when it hit.”

Donny let out a frustrated breath, his hands clenching into fists. Every part of him was screaming to act, to do something about the throbbing ache in his gut, but he wasn’t about to let himself spiral in the middle of the city.

Hyeju watched him for a moment before stepping closer. “You know… I could help you out.”

Donny stiffened, eyes snapping to her.

She grinned, unbothered by his reaction. “Oh, don’t look so surprised. You’re clearly struggling, and I happen to be feeling generous tonight.” She reached out, running a single finger along his forearm, her touch light but teasing. “All that tension—must be driving you crazy.”

Donny swallowed hard. A dangerous part of him wanted to accept her offer immediately. His body was in agony, his instincts howling at him to take whatever relief he could get. But even as his control wavered, he hesitated.

“You’re really offering?” His voice was rougher than he intended.

Hyeju’s smirk widened. “I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it. And don’t worry—I don’t do things halfway.”

Donny inhaled sharply, his scent thick with barely restrained need. The city was already pushing him to his limits, and now this—temptation standing right in front of him, playful, willing, and completely unbothered by the storm raging inside him.

His fingers twitched at his sides. His body wanted.

Hyeju noticed.

She leaned in just a little closer, her voice dipping into something softer, almost coaxing. “So, what do you say, farm boy?”

Donny closed his eyes, inhaling deeply in an attempt to steady himself. His body was seconds away from betraying him, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep control. Then he snapped when Hyeju said,

“A big bad boy like you has probably been going crazy with all this going on around. Let me give you some relief,” she smirked and Donny’s instincts pushed his usually thoughtful and careful side to the inside of his psyche. Right now he needed to fuck and the lion and bull inside were driving the wheel.

Donny followed Hyeju to her apartment on the way Sirius saw the couple and knew what was about to happen.

When they arrived Hyeju looked at Donny before taking his overalls off she was shocked to see a massive 8 in cock she groaned in pleasure before taking her top and wrapping her titanic tits around them. Donny groaned as she gently fucked him with her tits. Hyeju smirked and said, “does that feel good?” Wordlessly Donny moaned as she continued.

Unfamiliar with this level of pleasure meant that Donny couldn’t last long and exploded a massive load all of Hyeju’s face and chest to the point of almost drowning her in cum. Hyeju smiled then rubbed in the Bull’s cum into her skin causing Donny to harden again at the lewd scene. Hyeju smiled then presented her pussy to Donny and said

“Fuck me like the cumslut puppy I am,”

After getting his fill of Hyeju Donny was finally able to think clearly. Just in time for the cafe date with Hiro,Hina, and Yel

Yel barely made it through the café meetup without combusting on the spot. Every time Donny spoke, every time he laughed in that deep, rumbly way of his, every time his scent drifted in her direction, her body betrayed her.

She managed to keep it together—mostly. But the moment she got home, the second she was alone in her apartment, the full weight of what had happened crashed into her.

And then the heat hit.

At first, it was a slow burn, a gentle warmth curling in her stomach. But within minutes, it spread, setting every nerve ablaze. Her skin felt too tight, her thoughts too foggy. She pressed a hand to her chest, breathing heavily. No, no, no—this isn’t happening. Not now. Not because of him.

But it was because of him.

Donny’s scent—his presence, his everything—had triggered something deep in her hybrid biology. Her body had made its decision before her mind could catch up: He’s strong. He’s kind. He’s perfect. He’s the one.

And now she was going into heat.

Yel stumbled toward her bedroom, stripping off her jacket as the waves of desire crashed harder. Her whole body ached, but worse than that—she needed. Needed touch. Needed relief. Needed—

A groan ripped from her throat as she buried her face in a pillow, trying to suppress the whimper that followed. She had been through heat cycles before, but this? This was worse. So much worse.

And it was his fault.

Her phone buzzed.

She reached for it with shaking hands, eyes barely focusing on the screen. A message from Hina:

Hina: Sooo what did you think of Donny? Cute, right?

Yel let out a strangled noise—half laugh, half cry.

Cute?

No. No, this wasn’t just cute. This was biological warfare.

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard. She could tell Hina what was happening. Maybe Hina would understand. Maybe she could—

Another wave hit, harder than before, and Yel dropped the phone with a frustrated growl.

There was no escaping this.

No denying what her body already knew.

She needed Donny.

And the worst part?

This was only the beginning.

Donny had just gotten back to Hiro’s place, kicking off his boots and stretching his massive frame when he heard a frantic knock at the door. It wasn’t the polite kind. It was desperate.

Before he could even take a step, the door flew open.

And there stood Yel.

She was flushed, her breaths uneven, and her pupils were blown wide. Her scent hit him like a freight train—thick with heat, sweet and intoxicating. It made his head spin, his body tense, his instincts stir.

And then she spoke.

“You did this.” Her voice was raw, accusing, pleading. She took a shaky step inside, and Donny had never seen her look so vulnerable. So needy. “And I need you to fix this.”

Donny’s breath hitched. His rut had been looming for days now, barely held back by sheer willpower, but Yel’s presence—her scent, her words—sent cracks through the walls of his restraint.

His jaw clenched as he swallowed thickly. “Yel, you sure about this?” His voice was lower than usual, rough around the edges.

Yel’s expression twisted into something between frustration and desperation. “Donny, I am burning,” she practically whimpered. “Please.”

That one word nearly undid him.

His hands flexed at his sides, his body screaming for him to take what was right in front of him. To give her exactly what she needed.

After a long, heavy pause, Donny exhaled sharply, eyes dark with something more primal.

“Alright,” he said, voice steady but laced with heat.

He stepped forward, towering over her, his presence wrapping around her like a vice.

“I’ll help you.”

The second Yel climbed onto Donny’s lap, something in him snapped.

She wasn’t just sitting on him—she was claiming him, her legs draped over his massive thighs, her hands pressing against his chest as if she were trying to mark him with her touch alone. Her scent was everywhere, wrapping around him like a vice, thick and all-consuming.

Donny’s usual self—the thoughtful, careful man who always made sure everyone else was comfortable before himself—was drowning under the weight of his own biology.

The bull in him demanded to take. To claim. To breed.

The lion in him growled possessively, his instincts screaming at him to sink his teeth into her throat, to let her know exactly who she belonged to.

His grip on her waist tightened, his fingers digging in hard enough that even in her heat-addled state, Yel gasped. But she didn’t shy away. If anything, she pressed closer, whining as she rubbed against him.

Her body was practically begging him to break.

Donny’s breaths were ragged, his pupils blown wide as he fought to keep control, but it was slipping—fast.

“Yel,” he ground out, his voice barely human, a rough growl vibrating in his chest. He was trying to warn her, trying to give her one last chance to back out before the real him—the beast inside—took over completely.

But Yel just whimpered in response, leaning up to press her forehead against his.

“Donny,” she whispered, voice wrecked with need, “I want—”

That was the last straw.

A deep, guttural growl rumbled from Donny’s chest, and his arms locked around her, pulling her flush against him as his lips crashed against hers.

The last of his self-restraint was gone.

The lion wanted to claim.

The bull wanted to breed.

And Yel had just given herself to both.

The moment Donny’s lips crashed against Yel’s, something inside him broke.

Not just control. Not just restraint. But something deeper.

A fire, hotter than anything he’d ever known, roared through his veins, burning away the last shreds of his careful, considerate nature. His body wasn’t just reacting to Yel—it was demanding her, claiming her, answering a primal call that he’d never experienced this intensely before.

His rut had hit, and it was unlike anything he’d ever felt.

His vision blurred, the edges of his world turning red as his instincts took over completely. His breath came out in ragged pants, his chest rising and falling like a beast on the edge of losing himself.

Yel’s scent was everywhere, overwhelming, drowning out everything else. It coiled around his brain like a vice, tightening until all he could think about was her.

Breed.

Claim.

Make her yours.

A deep, guttural snarl tore from his throat as his hands gripped her waist, hard enough that she gasped. But she wasn’t resisting—she wanted this. She needed this just as badly as he did.

His muscles tensed, his body locking up like he was a spring seconds away from snapping. His bull instincts screamed to take, to mount, to fill her until his scent was woven into her very being.

The lion in him growled in approval, every fiber of his being focused on one singular, undeniable fact:

Yel was his.

And after tonight, she’d never belong to anyone else.

Yel’s fingers dug into Donny’s shoulders, her breath hot against his ear as she whimpered, “Don’t fight it�� Donny, please.”

Her voice was thick with need, every syllable dripping with desperation. She wasn’t just asking—she was begging.

His entire body locked up at her words. The fragile, fraying tether he had on himself snapped like an overdrawn wire, his instincts roaring free.

Yel shifted in his lap, pressing closer, her heat searing through his clothes like a brand. Every movement, every needy gasp sent another shockwave through his already burning nerves.

She smelled like everything he needed. Like a promise. Like a challenge. Like a mate calling for her alpha.

“Donny,” she breathed, rolling her hips against him, her voice breaking into something between a moan and a whimper. “You did this to me… now fix it.”

His heartbeat thundered in his ears. Every last bit of logical thought was gone, drowned under the sheer force of his rut and her heat.

He bared his teeth, his breath ragged, his grip on her tightening. He should say something—anything—but the words wouldn’t come.

All that was left was instinct.

Primal. Overpowering. Unstoppable.

His vision blurred at the edges, his body burning hotter than it ever had before. There was no hesitation anymore, no restraint—just raw, unfiltered need.

And he was done fighting it.

Yel took off her top revealing her sizable soft breasts which Donny grabbed possessively. She moaned as he sucked Yel could barely contain herself as she lowered herself on his cock and could barely contain herself as she came all over him. Donny smirked and said. I guess you needed that. Yell poured as her tits bounced mesmeric.

“Yes and I need more!” She growled before riding him for the next several hours

The Animus Apartment Complex stood like a defiant relic of the past, its concrete walls scarred with the remnants of war yet still standing strong. It was a haven for those who didn’t belong anywhere else—hybrids, ex-soldiers, people trying to outrun their pasts.

And, if the rumors were true, it also housed war machines—living weapons that should have been decommissioned long ago.

That was why he was here.

The journalist adjusted his bag strap, keeping his head low as he approached the entrance. The neighborhood had eyes—sharp ones, watching from windows and doorways, sizing him up.

Before he could even knock, the door swung open. A woman stood there, arms crossed, brows raised in mild amusement.

She was striking—not in a way that screamed for attention, but in a way that made him notice. Her dark hair was long, her eyes keen and assessing, but also strangely caring. She had the casual confidence of someone who had lived through things.

“New face,” she remarked, tilting her head. “Let me guess—reporter? Cop? Or one of those conspiracy nuts who thinks we’ve got a secret underground lab in the basement?”

He smiled. “What gave me away?”

“The posture. Too stiff to be a resident, too casual to be lost.” Her gaze flicked to his hands. “No callouses—means you work with words, not weapons. So… journalist?”

“Guilty as charged.”

She smirked. “Well, unless you want someone to throw you out the back alley, you’ll need a guide. Lucky for you, I’m feeling nice today.”

She turned on her heel and walked inside, expecting him to follow.

He did.

The air inside was thick with the mingling scents of different hybrids, faint traces of machinery, and something warm—like spices and home-cooked meals. The walls had patches where bullet holes had been filled in, the floor creaked in certain places, but it was alive.

As they walked, he glanced at her. “You got a name, or should I just call you ‘my savior’?”

She snorted. “Chowon. I live here with my roommate. Cat hybrid, lazy as hell, you’ll probably meet her.”

“Sounds like a good setup.”

“Most days.” She gave him a sideways glance. “What about you? What should I call you, reporter?”

He hesitated just long enough for it to be noticeable. Then, with a smirk, he said, “Surak.”

Chowon stopped walking and raised an eyebrow. “Surak?”

“Yep.”

She narrowed her eyes, amused. “That’s not your real name.”

“Maybe.”

She scoffed, shaking her head. “You one of those guys? Always playing mysterious?”

He chuckled. “It’s a code name.”

“Ohhh, a code name,” she mocked, nudging his shoulder. “What, you a spy now?”

“Maybe I just like keeping people on their toes.”

She laughed, a genuine, light sound that made the dimly lit hallway seem less heavy. “Alright, Surak. You keep your secrets, then.”

With a grin, she motioned forward.

“Come on. Let’s see if you survive a walk through Animus.”

Surak followed Chowon through the apartments taking notes at what he saw: residents renovations romance ( he noticed a lot of that)

“Hey Aurelion!” Chowon said to an approaching Lion hybrid Surak looked closer and realized that he had scales around his neck. He wondered how of him was his original species and how much was not. Surak couldn’t ask though because Aurelion was with another young lady a bat hybrid.

“Hey Cho Cho.” Aurelion said while rustling her hair. Chowon sighed as he did so. Surak smirked behind her.

“How’s my favorite human?” He said

Chowon rolled her eyes before smiling and saying, “I’m good how about you,”

“Pretty good just heading on a date with Mina and then we’re gonna take her back to her place,”

Surak and Chowon nod in understanding as the two leave.

Chowon had seen plenty of outsiders come through Animus. Some were curious, some were afraid, and some were just looking for trouble.

But Surak—whoever he really was—was different.

As they walked deeper into the apartment complex, she stole glances at him, studying his movements. He wasn’t tense like a man expecting a fight, but there was an awareness to him. Like someone who had learned, maybe the hard way, that danger could come from anywhere.

Then she saw it.

A brief shift of his collar exposed the side of his neck. There, just above his pulse point, was a mark—faint but unmistakable.

Three interlocking rings, barely raised against his skin.

Chowon’s stomach clenched.

That wasn’t just any mark.

It was the same one she had seen before—on someone who had been ripped apart and rebuilt in a lab. The same one branded onto Dio’s files when she had dug too deep into the wrong records.

The same one tied to the Cosmic Conquest experiments.

Her mouth went dry.

Who the hell are you, Surak?

She didn’t say anything. Not yet. But she watched him even closer now.

And what she saw only made her more confused.

As they passed through the hall, a young hybrid—a rabbit girl barely out of her teens—was struggling with a bag of groceries. Without hesitation, Surak stepped forward.

“Need a hand?” he asked.

The girl blinked up at him, ears twitching. “Oh! Uh—sure?”

Surak took the heavier bags like it was second nature, carrying them up the stairs for her. He didn’t even look back to see if Chowon was following—just acted like helping was the most normal thing in the world.

Later, an older fox hybrid with a prosthetic leg was trying to fix a broken light fixture in the hallway. Surak stopped, asked a few questions, then offered to help stabilize the ladder while the man worked.

No hesitation. No wariness.

He shouldn’t be this comfortable around hybrids. Not with that mark on his neck.

Not with what had been done to people like him.

Chowon folded her arms, leaning against the wall as she watched him. Finally, when he came back down the stairs, she met his eyes with an unreadable look.

“You’re not like most humans who come here.”

Surak arched an eyebrow. “That a compliment or a warning?”

She tilted her head. “Maybe both.”

He smirked, but she could tell by the flicker in his eyes that he knew she had noticed something.

For now, she didn’t push.

But the question burned in her mind:

Just how deep do your scars go, Surak?

The Animus Apartment complex was vast, a living, breathing community of hybrids and those who had found a way to coexist with them. As Surak and Chowon made their way through the corridors, the scent of oil, metal, and something almost predatory lingered in the air.

Chowon nudged Surak’s arm. “You’re about to meet a legend, you know?”

Surak chuckled, his voice light. “Oh, I know of him. But meeting him? That’s different.”

As they stepped into a communal lounge, Doflamingo leaned back in one of the oversized chairs, his ever-present smirk playing on his lips. Beside him, Asa stood, arms crossed, watching them with an unreadable gaze.

Doflamingo’s signature pink coat draped over the back of his seat as he tilted his sunglasses down just enough to glance at Surak. “So, you’re the journalist sniffing around?”

Surak offered a lazy smile, his demeanor effortlessly friendly. “I prefer ‘investigative reporter.’ ‘Sniffing around’ sounds so invasive.”

Chowon rolled her eyes. “Ignore him, Doflamingo. He’s been nothing but nice.”

Doflamingo chuckled. “Oh, I like nosy people. Means they care about the answers.”

Surak nodded. “Exactly. And from what I hear, you’ve got plenty of answers worth caring about.”

His questions started off light—Doflamingo’s thoughts on the city’s current state, how hybrids were faring post-war, his opinions on the apartment complex’s reputation. But there was something calculated about them, like each was a piece of a puzzle he was assembling in real time.

Asa picked up on it almost immediately. Her sharp eyes never left him, analyzing his every word, his posture, the too-easy charm he exuded. Then, in a brief movement as he adjusted his collar, she saw it—the faint but unmistakable mark on his neck.

The Cosmic Conqueror symbol.

Her entire body tensed.

“Excuse us for a second,” Asa said abruptly, gripping Surak’s wrist and dragging him away before Chowon or Doflamingo could protest.

She shoved him against a dimly lit hallway wall, her golden eyes burning with unmasked hostility. “What the hell are you doing here?” she hissed.

Surak, despite being cornered, remained utterly unbothered. He simply raised an eyebrow, amused. “Getting to know people. Making friends. You should try it.”

Asa’s grip tightened. “You have the mark. I don’t care what act you’re putting on—stay the hell away from Doflamingo. If you hurt him, I will kill you.”

For the first time, Surak actually laughed. A genuine, amused chuckle as he leaned in slightly, voice dropping into something almost dangerous in its softness.

“If I wanted someone hurt,” he murmured, “it would have been done already.”

Asa’s breath hitched. It wasn’t a threat. It was a fact.

He held her gaze for a long moment, watching as her instincts screamed at her to either attack or retreat. And then, just as smoothly, he flipped the energy entirely.

“But I like y’all,” he said cheerfully, stepping back as if the tension had never existed. “So, I’ll keep you safe.”

Asa blinked, thrown completely off guard. “What—?”

“Come on, let’s not keep them waiting,” Surak interrupted, clapping her shoulder as if they were old friends.

By the time they returned, his easy-going friendliness was back in full force.

“Everything good?” Chowon asked, looking between them.

“Great,” Surak said with a grin. “Asa was just giving me the ‘respect the family’ speech. Love that kind of loyalty.”

Doflamingo laughed, shaking his head. “She is protective.”

Asa, still reeling, said nothing. She just watched Surak closely, trying to understand what exactly he was. But as he slipped effortlessly back into casual conversation, she realized—

That’s exactly what he wanted.

A Moment of Truth

As Doflamingo and Asa disappeared down the hallway, Surak exhaled slowly, his gaze drifting across the apartment complex. The air here carried a strange warmth, the kind of atmosphere that made people want to stay. He rolled his shoulders, trying to shake the weight of his thoughts.

“This place is nice,” he murmured. “I hope it stays that way.”

Chowon nodded, watching him carefully. “It will… if people like you don’t dig too deep.”

A ghost of a smirk played on Surak’s lips. “Touché.”

Chowon tilted her head, studying him. “So, what’s next, mystery man?”

Surak stretched his arms over his head, feigning nonchalance. “I think I got enough for my report.” He adjusted the collar of his jacket and offered her a small smile. “Thanks, Chowon.”

She expected him to leave right then, expected him to vanish as effortlessly as he had appeared. But as Surak turned to go, something in him twisted, a nagging voice in his head refusing to let him walk away so easily.

This wasn’t just work anymore.

His foot paused mid-step. He clenched his jaw, battling his usual instinct to keep things detached, to move on like he always did. But instead of leaving, he turned back.

His voice, usually smooth and measured, came out lower, more uncertain. “Despite me being here for work… I’ve fallen for you.” His fingers flexed at his sides before he forced himself to meet her eyes. “And I’d love to take you out to dinner sometime. If… if that’s okay with you?”

Chowon blinked, her expression unreadable at first. The moment stretched, thick with unspoken weight. Surak almost second-guessed himself—almost.

Then, her lips curled into a slow, knowing smile. She took a step closer, just enough for her presence to brush against him like a whisper.

“Follow me,” she murmured, voice laced with something coy, something inviting.

Surak swallowed, his pulse quickening despite himself.

Chowon was surprised by Surak’s request but smiles. She leads him to a small closet and says,

“I’ll go on a date with you if you can satisfy me for two rounds or more,”

Surak’s heart and pulse raced as Chowon took off her top revealing more of her mouth watering body on instinct Surak put one of her tanned breast in his mouth while Chowon moaned.

“Fuck! Keep going!” She says. Surak complies as he carefully sucks and devours her breast.

Breathlessly Chowon grabs his pants and manages to get everything off of him before she can start grinding her pussy on his cock.

Surak moans as she does. Unable to help himself he pushes her panties to the side and pushes his cock in her pussy. As Chowon’s folds accept Surak’s cock she smiles.

She tilts his head to her and she sees he’s sex drunk off of her. And she smiles.

“You’re like a goddess of fertility,” Surak says and Chowon smiles before saying

“then breed me like one,”

Those words set Surak over the edge as he thrust into her before exploding inside of her

Chowon moans as his cum fills her womb, but Surak can’t stop he keeps pounding her pussy till she cums moments later. Their eyes lock and the lust that radiates between them. Chowon notices Surak’s eyes have changed color a sorrowful teal had taken the place of the dark maroon they were before. Chowon raises an eyebrow curious as to why or what happened. Never the matter she drags Surak to her apartment where her cat hybrid roommate Nayoung is sleeping peacefully on the couch her cat ears flicked up as she noticed the two. Nayoung tilted her head and said, “who’s this?”

“My new boyfriend,” Chowon declared before looking back at Surak, then adding “well maybe” Nayoung smiled knowingly before drifting back to sleep.

After the doors closed Chowon was back on Surak again. Unfettered kisses and untamed passion as she mounted him again. She moaned and said,

“Moment of truth play boy.” She declared as she slowly rode his cock. She did everything she could do make him explode inside of her. She was delirious and cock drunk as he filled her again. She felt his tip hit her cervix as she ground on his pelvis. She would moan and wail as she felt him throb and ache inside of her sopping pussy. Her tightness and body began to radiate an almost malicious level of lust as she drowned the entire room in it. Despite her pretty face and innocent features there was a ravenous animal inside Chowon and she was finally getting to let it all out.

As time passed the two kept this slow vicious sex cycle up. Chowon smiled, “you know most guys have failed long before this Surak.” She said as she picked up the pace. Her breasts jiggling with unrepentant glee. Surak smiled as he took one in his hand, “I didn’t want to disappoint ,” he said as Chowon came. Surak continued his thrusts inside of her and she screamed at the overstimulation before he pulled out and put her in Doggystyle. Chowon moaned as his cock rammmed into her.

“Fuck! Dick me down and cum in me,” she growled and Surak obliged continually upping the pace before he came in her. Chowon came again pushed way past her limit sexed out beyond belief as she fell into his arms and they passed out on her bed

“How did I do?” Surak asked smirking. Chowon turned to him and said, “you passed. Now you can take me to dinner,”

Meeting the Roommate

Surak followed Chowon down the dimly lit hallway, his sharp eyes scanning the little details of her apartment’s decor. It was surprisingly cozy—warm lights, soft blankets draped over the couch, and the faint scent of vanilla and something floral. It suited her.

As Chowon pushed open the door to her room, she called out, “Nayoung, we have company.”

A soft rustling came from the other side of the room before a figure appeared, stretching lazily. Nayoung, a cat hybrid with sleek dark hair and golden feline eyes, yawned as she took in the sight of Surak standing behind Chowon. Her tail flicked once, her gaze settling on him with obvious intrigue.

“Well, well,” Nayoung drawled, leaning against the doorframe. “So this is the mystery man.”

Surak merely raised an eyebrow, hands casually tucked into his pockets.

Nayoung smirked at Chowon before turning back to him. “I gotta say, I’m impressed. Chowon’s not exactly easy to please—physically or mentally. She’s a demanding one.”

Chowon rolled her eyes. “I’m right here, you know.”

But Nayoung ignored her, stepping closer to Surak and inspecting him like a cat assessing a new toy. “You must be something special if you managed to satisfy her. Congratulations, by the way—she’s been insatiable lately.”

Chowon gasped, her cheeks turning red. “Nayoung!”

“What? It’s true,” Nayoung said with a playful shrug. Then, her eyes glinted mischievously. “Just a heads-up, though—under that sweet, innocent face, she’s as fierce as a lioness. She will devour you if you let her. She can be… intense.”

Surak met Nayoung’s teasing gaze without flinching. Instead, he tilted his head slightly and smirked. “I hunt monsters. A lion is no big deal.”

Nayoung blinked, then let out a delighted laugh. “Oh yeah, you’ll be real good for Chowon.”

Chowon groaned, covering her face as Nayoung continued giggling. Surak just smirked, his confidence unwavering. He had faced things far more terrifying than a mischievous cat and a so-called lioness.

And honestly?

He liked the challenge.