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At first, when Jake fell sick they didn’t think anything of it. Then came the second pair of ears, rounded and covered in golden fur, then the tail, and the taste for raw meat, and eyes glinting in the darkness and a tendency to prowl.

Zane used to live with his slightly-domineering, though loving, boyfriend. Now he lives with a predator in human skin. 

“I’m home…” Zane calls as he steps into their apartment, feeling his skin prickle at the stillness of the air that greets him. He knows that Jake is here, since he’s been forced into the mandatory paid week off of work by the government after contracting the Hybridization disease, but no matter how Zane strains his ears, he can’t hear anything. 

It’s eerie. Zane’s stomach swoops with nerves as he takes off his shoes and shuffles into the kitchen, moving to put away the raw steak in the fridge that he stopped to pick up. It’s been five days now since Jake turned into his new form and they say four days is usually enough to tell if someone is feral or can return to society, but… with Jake… Zane can’t tell.

Hands grab his waist, yanking him back into a firm chest, and Zane squeals in shock, jumping as a rough tongue rasps across his neck. “Welcome home, Zane,” Jake purrs, voice deep and raspy, and the sound of it sends a violent shiver down Zane’s spine. 

“H-hi Jake…” Zane squeaks out as Jake hums, nuzzling his skin. The new mane growing in around Jake’s chin and neck is thick and rough, tickling Zane’s bare neck. “H… how are you?” 

Curse his timid heart- he can feel it going a thousand beats a second in his chest and Zane knows that Jake can hear it, because of his new fucking ears! He knows exactly what he’s doing to Zane!

“Bored,” Jake finally says. “Hungry.” He noses Zane’s neck again and adds in a deep rasp, “horny.” 

“O-oh…” Zane gulps. Despite his fear, his cock is stirring in his jeans. “It’s… it’s been five days… hasn’t it…?”

Jake rumbles his confirmation. He wasn’t happy about it, but Zane put his foot down- they wouldn’t have sex for the four days it took to determine if someone is feral or not, it wouldn’t be safe. After much hissing, snarling, and furious pacing, Jake finally agreed.

With a grind of his hips, Jake pushes his very stiff, very unclothed cock up against Zane’s lower back. “Not feral, baby,” Jake growls, “but I’ll fuck you like a beast.” Out of the corner of his eye, Zane can see Jake’s tail lashing eagerly. 

“O-okay-“ Zane whimpers, fear and arousal surging through him- and then he’s being lifted up against Jake’s chest and carried through the dark apartment to their bedroom, tossed onto his stomach on their bed. 

“Hands and knees,” Jake snaps as Zane moves to turn over, freezing Zane in place. “I’m going to mount you, baby, mount you like a bitch, show you your place-“ 

Zane is starting to get a really, really bad feeling about this, but before he can do anything Jake is on him, pinning him down under his weight. Jake was already a big guy, but now with his new hybrid-grown muscles, he’s heavy with damn strong muscles.

“Jake, wait-“ Zane squeaks out, squirming under Jake as his boyfriend starts getting his claws into Zane’s clothes and tearing, sharp nails dangerously close to his skin. “I don’t think- wait-!”

“Mine,” Jake hisses, grabbing Zane’s wrists and dragging them up towards the headboard, easily wrestling Zane into a pair of cuffs waiting there, when did he get those-?! “My bitch, going to fuck you, can’t believe you made me wait-“

“Jake!” Zane squeals, now properly terrified as his shredded clothes are ripped away. “Stop- stop! You’re scaring me!” 

Oh, god, this is what Zane was afraid of- that Jake would be overtaken by his new instincts and wouldn’t stop. Jake is grabbing his ass, spreading it wide, and his new rough tongue rasps over Zane’s anus, catching on his rim and tugging like sandpaper. It hurts and Zane squeals, twisting and kicking at the feeling, but Jake only slaps his ass hard enough to bruise, pins his calves down under his weight, and continues licking. 

“Stop, stop stop stop,” Zane babbles desperately as his ass is worked open by the painful drag of his boyfriend’s tongue. It quickly goes from hurting to agonizing as the nerves are tormented, roughly caught and pulled on the thousands of tiny hooks now present on Jake’s tongue, and before long Zane is trembling and crying into the pillows.

“What’s wrong?” Jake asks mockingly, thumbs pressing on either side of Zane’s rim to pull it open. “You’ve always been a painslut, Zane. You can’t tell me you don’t like this.” One hand lets go and reaches under to fondle Zane’s humiliatingly hard cock. 

“N-no-“ Zane sobs because Jake always does this, he always does this, he takes something and pushes it to the point of hurt and then mocks Zane until he wants to die of embarrassment. He’s so mean, Zane loves him so much but he’s so mean. 

“Liar.” Another lick has Zane muffling a shriek, rim buzzing and throbbing with oversensitivity, nerves twitching and aching. “I’ll make you honest though, baby. I’ll teach you how things are going to work around here now.” 

The weight on his legs shift, then a hand is back on him, spreading him open, and a plastic pop is heard before cold lube drizzles into his hot body, making him squirm. 

“Jake-“ Zane gasps, “please- wait, just wait- just give me a minute, please-“

A deep, satisfied purr rumbles through the room. “I don’t think so,” Jake says. “You’re living with the king of the jungle now, baby- and what the king wants, he gets.”

Jake shifts his weight, his legs coming on either side of Zane’s thighs to pin him in place. His cock prods at Zane’s swollen, aching rim, and Zane only has a moment to realize that the tip is oddly narrow before Jake’s cock punches into his barely-prepared hole.

Zane muffles his scream in the pillows, hole spasming and trembling as it’s forced open wide around the fat girth of Jake’s cock. It feels even bigger than he remembers- it’s been almost a week without having it inside of him, so of course he he’s tighter than usual and Jake forgoing the foreplay didn’t help, but this is- god, it’s so much-!

Jake leans forward, one hand resting between Zane’s shoulder blades, and growls, “get ready, baby. It’s time to learn your place under the king.” 

Get ready?! Get ready for wh-

Jake drags his hips back, drawing his cock out, and Zane’s mind goes white. The inside of his ass burns like fire, his walls scraped and gouged open by dozens- hundreds?- of sharp pricks and hooks. His breath can’t leave his throat, his voice strangled as his rim clenches reflexively, causing the pain to dig in particularly sharply against his swollen, puffy anus. 

Laughter, deep and hungry, rings out above him. “Is my poor Zane broken?” Jake mocks and snaps his hips forward, driving his cock back inside. Zane whimpers, thin and agonized, and the pain begins anew as Jake withdraws. “My painslut finally at the breaking point?” 

“P- pleahs-“ Zane gasps, legs shaking, entire body limp. “H-hurhts….”

“Of course it does,” Jake dismisses, driving his hips in, balls swinging with enough force to clap against Zane’s ass with a mighty smack. “Only the king deserves pleasure.” 

Why? Why does it hurt so much? It comes to him in a bolt out of the blue- cats have barbed penises. In Zane’s effort to ignore the frightening changes, he didn’t do any research as to what a cat hybrid might have going on down there. 

But ah, god, it burns, it’s like being stabbed a thousand times in his guts, why is Jake doing this…

“I did research, you know,” Jake says, putting more weight onto Zane’s back to hold him down, pinning him in place for a deep, grinding rock. “It hurts more when you take it slow. And when you do anal. And if you don’t use the special feline condom brand that they invented. But you deserve it like this, my sweet painslut. Pleasuring your king.”

“No…” Zane whimpers, spasming weakly. “Jake, please, please… stop, please…”

“No.” Jake’s pace is like nothing Zane’s ever felt- the slowest of drags out to catch as many barbs as possible on his walls, driving them to painful sensitivity and making him feel as much agony as possible, and then slamming his hips back in as if to make up for lost time, jabbing deep into Zane’s belly. 

“Please!”

“No.” Jake abruptly drops all his weight onto Zane, pinning him, and his hips start a hard, deep humping that rocks Zane’s entire body. The change in pace is almost a relief, making Zane sob- the short, hard thrusts don’t give his body enough time to fully feel the barbs catching at his walls before they’re pulled out again. “You’re mine, Zane,” Jake hisses in Zane’s ear, crushing him against the bed. “You belong to me- so I’ll do whatever I want with my toys.”

Zane sobs into the pillows, struggling for air as Jake hammers away at his hole, unable to move even an inch as Jake takes what he wants. His hole is one big, throbbing mass of pain- he can’t imagine being able to enjoy something like it, it hurts too much.

Finally, finally Jake groans and stills, heavy balls drawing up against Zane’s ass as he cums, pumping shots of hot seed into Zane’s belly. He feels as someone’s taken a scouring pad to his guts, scrubbing and scraping them until the muscle is tender and red-hot. The barbs are softer as Jake pulls out, but they still catch on Zane’s poor rim and give one last prickle of stinging pain on their way out.

A hand smacks his ass roughly as Jake stands up, making Zane whimper softly. “What a sight,” Jake admires, hands spreading Zane’s ass to look at his swollen, puffy hole. “This is how your ass should look, Zane- sloppy and red, proof of your service to your king.”

“No…” Zane whimpers pathetically, his stomach tight and achy. His head is pounding, the pillow wet beneath his face. 

“Relax. I’ve got another two days before I have to be back at work- and tomorrow is Saturday! We’ll spend all day tomorrow making sure your hole stays nice and plump the whole time. Oh, and just to make sure you don’t get any stupid ideas about running…” 

Jake unceremoniously rolls Zane over, a wicked grin on his face, sharp fangs glinting in the dim light through the window. His hand fondles Zane’s soft cock- he didn’t cum, he hasn’t been hard for a while now- and then plastic is tugged and snapped into place around it, a cage trapping Zane’s dick, complete with a lock and key that Jake spins around his finger. 

“…I’ll just hold onto this. It’s not like you’ll be needing that pathetic thing, hm? Only the king deserves to be the man around here and, well…” 

Looming over Zane, fangs bared in a mocking grin, the lion hybrid laughs. 

“It’s certainly not you, is it?”