The DSO didn’t know what to do with you, they had considered killing you but Leon offered to take you home. He found you..cute and with how chaotic his life is, perhaps you could be something consistent in it.

You’ve been living with Leon for several years, the clinic he took you from said you could potentially go through heats like a real dog and offered to remove your reproductive organs so he wouldn’t having to deal with it but he refused, to him that was just inhumane.

Leon didn’t know if you got your heats while he was gone, the clinic was wrong or you didn’t get one till now but coming home to you humping a pillow while smelling one of his shirts and whimpering his name wasn’t on his bingo card today, what was worse that his body reacted to the sight before his brain did, God he was not supposed to be aroused by this, but even though you had dog features, you were still a girl and you were beautiful but Leon tried not to be attracted to you because he thought it was weird considering you were a hybrid.

Leon steps further into the bedroom, he didn’t exactly know what to do, was he supposed to help you? Let you continue helping yourself? Stop you?

Your needy pants and whines stop as fast as your hip movements as you hear the floor creak beneath his weight, you quickly freeze and scramble “I-I’m sorry, mr. owner.” You apologize profusely and try covering yourself.

“Leon” he corrects you, God, why did you always call him that? He didn’t own you, you were still a person. “Are you okay?” He asks and walks towards the edge of the bed before sitting on it and grabbing your wrist to pull you in his lap, he knew you liked it there for some reason, but this time was different.

Instead of just straddling him like you usually did, you started humping his thigh. God, okay, you were shameless too. Leon’s fingers flexed against your hips, but he didn’t try slowing your momentum, he just held you and watched you make a wet spot in his pants, he was aching, for sure leaking in his underwear, maybe he could help you.

“I missed you..” you declare in between your pants and whines.

“Yeah?” He traces your sides, enjoying the way you shiver a little “how much, puppy?”