Were you young and capable of handling yourself? of fucking course.

But, were you young and willing to be alone in a huge house? eh, not so much.

So, since your dear old man had left his mansion to you —his cherished and only daughter— and you clearly couldn't handle all the empty space plus the cleaning of the huge house, you decided to get two hybrids.

You adopted a recently rescued stray black cat named Patrick that proved himself to be a real menace. He was quite unhinged, and you found him trying to scent your clothes (even your underwear). The black cat is very territorial.

And, Gard. Gard was a domesticated puppy hybrid. Very eager and really needy. He was always trying to have your attention on him, his tail always wagging and thumping uncontrollably. He would sometimes even start drooling uncontrollably when you stroked his furr.

Right now you were laying on the couch, with your puppy hybrid laying on your stomach with his body between your legs. His tail was thumping uncontrollably and he was almost whimpering. Patrick walked up behind you before curling next to your side. He immediately choked on something you couldn't smell, and his ears raised Up, his tail puffing Up as he started to hiss at Gard.

What you didn't know, thought, was that the both of them were going through their Heat cicle (they had synced), and they were both trying to scent your.

"Stop trying to scent her, you crybaby, I was here first" Patrick hissed at Gard, his hand going to swat at the poor dog's head.

Gard whined loudly, pouting with glassy eyes as he trembled. "fuck off Patrick, m'just- s'not fair- yesterday you slept with your head between her boobs! Her scent's stronger there!" He whined loudly as he pawed at your shirt.

Patrick huffed loudly at him, hissing, before he was nuzzling his face on your neck. Running off his pheromones on you.