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The pet shop stood in the center of the plaza, a fancy building with white columns and large glass windows. The hybrids on display were showing off store merchandise or undergoing punishment, but it was difficult at times to tell who was who.
A catgirl held up the smock of her store uniform to display the weighted clamp on her clit, a puppy boy cried out around his gag as he was whipped, and a whimpery catboy was in the process of impaling himself on a thick knotted dildo. Passersby gathered outside the storefront to watch the proceedings, but Finn’s group didn’t linger.
Maribel’s Hybrids had a fantastic reputation. Finn and Eden had browsed the place years ago, before she’d adopted Porter. Their hybrids were flawlessly bred and well kept, with yards out back for them to run around in, dedicated one-on-one enrichment for each pet, and even a spa where employees tended to them after hours.
It had been Eden’s idea to swing by today and look in person after all of Finn’s online browsing had yielded no results. At the very least, she’d argued, getting to inspect a few hybrids would be entertaining enough to get him out of his head a little.
He’d already been browsing adoption sites for months with no luck. He wanted to take his time to find the perfect temperament—someone who would get along with Cameron and fit into their lifestyle, the way Cameron had slotted so easily into his own. Still, he’d never expected it to take so long. He’d gotten so lucky with his first boy that he just wanted to be sure before bringing someone new into their lives.
A bell chimed as Finn held the glass door open. Cameron stood at his side until Eden and Porter walked through, then followed behind a little sulkily. A busy cashier called out, “Good morning!” and Finn and Eden waved back.
They bypassed the pet supply shelves in favor of the adoption clinic in back. The room was lined with stacked kennels filled with adoptable hybrids of various species, but nearly a third of them sat empty.
“What are you looking for?” the shopkeeper asked. “We have our bunnies up here, and cats below. The dogs are having free roam in the backyard, and we also have a couple of ponies in the stables.”
“Lillian was claimed this morning,” another employee called, giving Finn a friendly smile. “Ponies and horses go fast out here. If Remy’s not what you’re looking for, M&G down in Arborwood has a great selection. Usually rescues, 30 to 40 years old, already broken in.”
Finn knew nothing about horses, but he nodded along politely. Eden said, “We’re not really in the market, but we’d love to take a look. Not a lot of horses out in the suburbs.”
“Sure thing. You’ll take ‘em back, Noah?” the first man asked.
Noah grabbed a keyring from his belt, sifting through until he found the one he wanted. “Yeah. Come on out.”
He led them back to a securely locked building. Inside were six large stalls, the walls outside of them lined with supplies. Two hybrids were housed opposite one another. The first was a tiny house pony, curled into a ball at the back corner. Finn was reminded of how Cameron used to sleep in a tight circle, used to the dog beds that Mel’s pet shop had provided before his adoption.
The girl was asleep, or pretending to be, her long tail flicking at a fly that wouldn’t seem to leave her alone.
The boy to their right watched them curiously, lustily, his hands covered in artificial black hooves and folded over the gate between them. He was nearly double Finn’s bulk, and maybe a couple of feet taller if he were to stand upright. His size was impressive—Finn was not a small man.
The horse’s eyes locked on Cameron, and Cameron froze in place.
“What do I keep telling you?” Noah asked in a stern tone, before either hybrid could react further. Already on his knees, the horse boy dropped his upper body to the floor clumsily, letting out a yelp as his hoof twisted beneath him, elbow scraping against the wall. “Damaging yourself won’t earn you any favors, boy. No one wants a horse with a broken arm.”
He unlocked the boy’s stall, gesturing for the others to step inside.
Porter strolled in easily, Eden and Finn on his heels. Cameron watched the oversized hybrid with big eyes, shaking his head.
“He doesn’t bite, boy. You seem plenty comfortable with muscles over there,” Noah said, nodding his head toward Porter.
“He won’t be any trouble,” Finn said, saving his poor pup from having to defend himself. “He’ll just sit on the bench right there and behave, won’t you, boy?”
Cameron sat, fingers wrapping tightly around the bottom of the tall bench that was clearly made for restraining a recalcitrant horse rather than for sitting. He kicked his legs a little, watching from a distance as Eden stroked the horse hybrid’s long hair and rubbed his ears.
“I’ve always liked the look of them,” she said, fingers trailing over the halter that ran across his angular nose and beneath his chin. The boy was lean and muscular, obviously well cared for and well worked. His hair was woven into a tight braid, bangs hanging almost into his eyes.
Noah lifted and twisted his arm to check for injuries, and Finn was relieved to see only pale, calloused skin. “Sorry about that,” Noah said. “Remy’s new and still trying to think for himself. We’ll break him of it eventually, or his next owner will.”
The boy looked up at Eden with dopey-looking eyes as she scratched beneath his chin. Finn stroked a hand down his back and the boy arched his bottom into the air, wriggling it around needily.
Porter wrapped a hand around his cock, fat enough to leave a gap between his fingertips even when he squeezed. The horse whined, thrusting his hips back to meet Porter’s experimental stroke.
“We keep them horny and sensitive here,” Noah said, giving the boy a few gentle slaps to his rump that made his legs tremble. “The drugs make them easier to deal with, especially since we aren’t too fond of leaving marks.”
Finn gave the boy another slap to his right cheek, watching him overreact with some fascination. He kicked his back hooves like he’d been struck with a particularly harsh whip, yet his ass wasn’t even pink.
Eden pinched the boy’s nipple, digging the sharp tip of her nail into the pink bud, and he let out a high-pitched shriek. He lurched upright on his knees again, pushing her away with his hooves. Being Eden, she pinched tighter, stretching out the nipple until it popped free of her grip. Remy’s eyes rolled back in his head as he groaned, clearly in agony.
Noah slapped his thigh hard enough to leave a pink handprint behind, and the boy dropped to his elbows, bellowing into the rough hay that covered the ground. Finn realized they didn’t have him in knee pads, nor was there anything cozy in the stall for him to sleep on. He knew that horses were stronger than his frail little puppy, but it still seemed like they could offer some soft bedding or knee protection.
Then again, this was one of those things that Eden would say he was too soft about. She was probably right, too. If Finn took in a horse, it’d end up sprawled out in his own bed within the week while Finn slept on one of the expensive dog beds that Cameron seldom used.
“Do you happen to sell whatever it is you have him on?” Eden asked, because her mind worked much differently than Finn’s. Porter’s hand dropped from the boy’s cock as he stared at her, frightened. The horse shook his hips needily, but Porter was focused on his own horror.
Fun time’s over, Finn thought with a smirk, reaching up to knead gently at the horse’s neck.
“Proprietary formula, I’m afraid,” Noah said, taking the boy’s reigns in hand. He drug him over to an anchor on the floor, tying him off so that he had no choice but to stand on all fours facing the corner. “Feel free to keep touching him during his time out, or I can show you to the pups if you’d rather.”
Remy whined, looking back at them teary-eyed. It made Finn want to stay and fondle him a bit longer, just to give the boy a reprieve, but Eden shook her head.
“Wouldn’t want to interrupt his punishment,” she said.
The boy turned away, sniffling, and Noah bent down to pat his shoulders. “Now, now, buddy. You know I never leave you here without a little something to keep busy.”
He grabbed a plug and lubrication from a nearby shelf, coating it liberally before lifting up the boy’s tail and pressing it deftly inside. He opened for it easily, but all four hooves pranced as whatever was in the lubrication took effect.
“All righty,” Noah said, with another painful pat to the horse’s rump. “Let’s see who we’ve got out in the yard today.”
He led them out of the stall, past Cameron and out into a large, fenced yard. He blew a silent whistle that made Cameron’s ears flatten uncomfortably and brought the shop’s pups sprinting over. There were about a dozen of them in a range of sizes, mostly boys.
“Looking for anything in particular?” Noah asked Eden. In the distance, they could hear Remy’s agonized cries, but his handler only sighed irritably. “He’s better when he gets yard time, but the vet’s swinging by this afternoon, and it’s a pain to round them up once they see that white coat.”
“Completely understandable,” Eden said, and Finn imagined having to wrangle Remy back into that stable when he didn’t want to go. Drugs aside, he didn’t know how they did it.
“We’re actually looking for me,” he said, wrapping an arm around Cameron’s waist. “I’m looking for another like my pup, here—sweet, obedient, cuddly. Shy is okay. I have plenty of experience training that out, though you can see I’m still working on it.”
Cameron flushed, turning his face in toward Finn’s shoulder, and Finn stepped back. “Ah, ah, baby.”
“We have a couple of pups you might be interested in,” Noah said, tugging those pups forward one by one. “There’s also a bunny girl in the shop I think you might like. Real reluctant little thing, also terrified of the horses.”
None of the pups caught Finn’s eye, but it would be a shame not to try one out. He met one trembly boy’s eyes and said, “Touch your toes, little one.”
The boy didn’t look a day over twenty-five, which was when most hybrids went to their forever homes. He stammered at Finn’s command, but when Noah unfurled a thin strap from his pocket, he complied readily.
Finn smoothed a hand over his butt. “Good boy. I’m just getting a good look at you, is all.”
He parted his bottom cheeks to reveal his crinkled pink hole, then took a step back toward a convenient set of dispensers on the fence line and squirted some lube onto his hand. He teased a single finger inside, hearing the boy’s breath go raspy. “S-s-sir—“
“Shh.” Finn pressed his second pointer finger in beside the first. “Liiittle poke,” he cooed. “And then a biiiiig stretch.”
He pulled his fingers apart. The boy beneath him wriggled and groaned, his hole trying to twitch closed, but he kept his hands wrapped obediently around his ankles. “So pretty inside. Come see him, Cammy.”
Cameron leaned around Finn to look. “Pretty,” he said softly, brushing a hand down the other pup’s thigh. Finn could tell from his tone that he was only appeasing the boy, but the tension drained from the poor thing’s back. “He’s a very good boy. Opening up so well for you,” Cameron continued, and Finn smiled softly at him.
“He sure is,” he said, bringing his fingers together so the boy’s hole could relax. He withdrew slowly, then took Cameron’s face in his greasy fingers and kissed his cheek.
Cameron grimaced at Finn’s dirty hands, but the look left his face as the boy straightened. He turned around, tail held high and arms tucked behind his back, looking bashful.
His crush would make him a fun plaything, if that were what Cameron wanted, but Finn knew that it wasn’t. Cameron ran a hand down the boy’s chest and he shivered, eyes fluttering closed.
Finn grabbed a treat from a dispenser, pressing it between his lips. “Sweet boy. You can go back out with the others, now.”
His ears drooped as he walked away, and Finn nudged Cameron with his shoulder. “Going to have to leave you at home if you keep seducing them like that.”
Cameron frowned, tail hanging low. Porter tugged him back into his chest, slotting his nipple between his knuckles. “He’s kidding, Cam. You can’t help how good you look.”
“Watch yourself, Port,” Finn said, noting the possessive hold he had on Cameron and the jealous look he’d sent in the other pup’s direction.
“We should go see the bunny that Noah was talking about,” Cameron redirected quite obviously, and Finn shook his head with a smile.
He liked that his and Eden’s boys stuck up for one another, but still he asked, “What are we going to do with you two?”
“Love and cherish us,” Porter said nobly, and Finn laughed, playfully shoving at his back.
“Get inside, you.”
Eden and Noah followed behind. Inside, Noah led them to the bunny girl, who pressed herself into the back of her crate. She wore a bow that tied back her bangs, paw-shaped mittens on her hands, and fuzzy socks on her feet. Her beige ears lay so flat that they were almost hidden in the waves of her hair, and she cringed away from Noah as he unlocked the metal door.
“Come on out, Ruby.”
She whimpered as he gripped her under her armpits, trying unsuccessfully to clutch at the door with her mittens. He set her on the floor and she melted, refusing to stand on her feet.
“Just bring her here,” Finn said, intrigued. She was certainly shy, all right. He wondered if she was named after the glorious red blush across her cheeks.
He bounced her in his lap for a moment. “I’m Finn,” he said. “This is Cameron, and Porter, and Eden. We’re all going to take a look at you.”
He nudged at her right knee. “I want you to spread open for me, now, or Eden is going to have to hold you. That’s it, pretty girl. Show me what you’ve got down there.”
He helped her hook her legs over his own, and she obeyed reluctantly—clearly thinking it’d be worse to have more hands on her than necessary. Finn slid a hand down over her shaved mound, then worked his fingers up and down her slit, slicking her up with her own juices. She relaxed into his hold as he rubbed circles around her clit, then pressed two fingers into her entrance.
“Oh, how good and sweet,” he praised. He gave her a few slow strokes, until she was arching back into him, and then he pulled out, wiping his fingers off on her bare hip. “I’m going to flip you over and look at your bottom, now. Nothing too terrible.”
She squirmed, but she was even smaller than Cameron. Finn flipped her over his knee easily and without much force. Noah held out a bottle of lube, squirting some onto Finn’s fingers, and Finn pressed his middle one slowly inside of her.
The girl squealed in protest. When hushing her didn’t work, and she didn’t seem to get used to the penetration, Finn pressed two fingers into her mouth to quiet her. “Suckle on these, baby girl. You’re okay.”
“Ah, I wouldn’t—“ Noah said, reaching toward them, just as Ruby bit down.
Finn yelped, withdrawing his fingers and shaking out his hand. “Shit! No, I’m all right,” he said, as Eden and Cameron rushed closer to inspect the damage. “She’s afraid; it’s fine. No blood.”
He really should’ve known better, but Ruby should’ve, too. He held her down tight, gripping her scruff to ensure that she couldn’t take her teeth to his thighs or whirl around on him to do more damage.
“Sorry about that,” Noah said. “She’s usually better than this, but you know how it is with animals. You can punish her, if you’d like, or I can take care of her later.”
Finn took Noah’s offerings: a glove and a bottle of punishment lube. Holding her down with his elbow, Finn inspected the list of ingredients, noting cinnamon and hot pepper oil amongst other unrecognizable words. He donned the glove, rubbed the oily stuff between his fingers, and used his naked hand to pry her cheeks apart.
“Has she had this done before?”
“Nope. She just came in last week, so this is a first.”
“Ah, well. This is going to make your hole hurt a lot, Ruby. It’ll seep deep into your muscles back here and it’ll feel like you’re burning, but it won’t damage you. You will be a very sorry girl, very soon. I don’t think you’ll bite again for a good long time.”
He drizzled some of the lube directly onto her hole for good measure, then plunged his finger back inside.
“I don’t think this one is quite what I’m looking for,” he said to Noah, as he rubbed the oil into every deep crevice he could find and every wrinkle along the surface of her twitchy little hole. “Not because she bit. She’s a real cute thing, but I just wasn’t looking for a bunny or one quite this reluctant. I do see why you thought to show her to me, though.”
The girl was a fast learner; she struggled to keep quiet as Finn drilled his finger into her, grunting softly and involuntarily with every stroke but no longer squealing.
When she started letting out soft whimpers, Eden pulled her up by her fuzzy ears, looking into her crystal blue eyes. “Fuck,” she said. “Maybe I should take this one.”
“I’ll throw in a complementary muzzle,” Noah half-joked, pulling one out from a drawer beside the stacked crates. For a moment, Finn took in the other hybrids watching them, some at the bars looking curious, others trying to hide themselves by curling into balls or cowering at the backs of their crates.
A catgirl caught his eye and showed off by sitting pretty, holding her breasts up for inspection and fluttering her lashes.
Eden stroked a thoughtful hand under Ruby’s chin, then let her head fall. “I probably don’t need two pets conspiring against me,” she said, but it was reluctant. “I have my hands full enough with Porter.”
Porter frowned, studying the girl thoughtfully, and Finn smirked. He thought about handing her right over to him, but Eden would kill him if he got her pup bitten. So, instead, he gently pulled her up and shooed her in Eden’s direction.
“Take a closer look,” he said, passing over the punishment lube. “What could it hurt?”
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Eden didn’t end up falling for Finn’s antics, but they did browse the front of the pet shop for a bit. She sorted through their over-the-counter medications, but found nothing to her liking. They wandered past accessories and spanking implements before Finn’s eye caught on the clothing.
“It couldn’t hurt to have a couple of things on hand, when the time comes,” he said. He’d waited to buy most of Cameron’s things after he’d chosen him and had all of his measurements to go by, but he could always keep the tags on in case something didn’t fit.
“This could be cute,” Eden said, holding up a black, high-waisted skirt. She undid the waistline to show Finn that it was adjustable on the inside, made to fit various sizes. “Wouldn’t fit me, but you’ve always gone for the little ones.”
Cameron frowned at the skirt and pulled the handheld shopping basket in front of himself. “Ah, ah, puppy,” Finn scolded, pushing it back down to his side. They were working on him covering himself less in public, even when he was given things to cover with.
“You see those punishment stands?” Finn asked, setting a hand on Cameron’s back as he pointed to the platforms near the shop’s display windows. “Cover yourself again, and everyone will see your little cock spanked.”
“But she’s going to get to wear pants,” Cameron muttered.
Finn frowned. “It’s a skirt, Cameron. It won’t even cover anything, and it flips right up.”
Eden laid a larger-sized skirt over Porter’s hips, flipping the fabric up as a demonstration.
“Still covered, though,” Cameron said.
He’d been mopey during their past few outings. As Finn grew stricter about allowing him to cover himself, Cameron was being punished more, and it was making him dread going outside.
Finn kept telling himself it was only temporary, and for Cameron’s own good. That he could stand at Porter’s side, now, rather than hiding behind the larger pup, showed significant progress, even if his breaths still came a little quicker than usual and his hands shook.
“It doesn’t have to be pants,” Porter said. “Cam would look cute in a skirt.”
“That’s why you’re the smartest of all of us,” Eden praised, tweaking his pierced nipple as a reward for his genius. Porter gasped, arching into her hand for more, and for a moment Finn wondered if Cameron would ever be so shameless.
He slipped past Cameron as he browsed the shelves, squeezing the pup’s reddened bottom on his way by. “What do you think, baby? This one?”
He held up a white sundress with blue flowers. It would stain easily, but it matched the trailing ribbons on his collar and his green eyes sparkled prettily at the sight of it. The breast cutout would showcase a set of nipple clamps beautifully, and the skirt was short enough to rest at the base of his penis without covering anything interesting.
“Yes, Finn,” Cameron said, as if those sweet eyes of his weren’t answer enough already.
Finn draped the fabric over the basket, turning it into an even more appealing place to hide, but Cameron kept his hands obediently at his sides, even as an older gentleman and his catboy passed through the aisle.
“Good boy,” Finn praised, ruffling his hair. He grabbed a few more pieces of clothing, splitting his choices evenly between things for Cameron and pieces that he hoped would fit the new pup, whenever she came into their lives.
As they left the shop, Eden looked back once, eyes resting on the door to the adoption center. Then, she wrapped an arm over Porter’s waist, and followed the others out to the car.
When Finn slid into the driver’s seat, she was fiddling with a small vial of clear liquid, smirking as she felt his eyes on her. “It was out on those shelves between the horse stalls. I’m sure they won’t miss one little dose,” she said with a shrug. “Did you like the show I put on, all that pouting by the drug rack?”
Finn shook his head, meeting poor Porter’s eyes in the rear view mirror as he backed out of their parking spot.
“We’ll save it for a special occasion, hmm, Porty?” Eden asked sweetly. Cameron leaned into Porter’s side the best he could with their seatbelts in the way, and Porter’s hand rested protectively over his own cock, even as Eden slipped the vial back into her pocket.