König

König didn’t expect to last until he was fifty in the military. First, he was a large man–that meant he had a larger area to hit. Second, he had a reputation. A reputation meant rewards if he was killed or captured, or bragging rights if he was injured. And finally, König would eventually get sick and tired of the chaos or grueling feeling of being judged everywhere he went.

Luckily for him, König retired after two and a half decades with no long-lasting injury. That meant free time, no therapy, silence in his own home, and a peacefulness he hadn’t felt in years. But he could also admit it got a little lonely, and began searching for a pet. Although, a part of him was sure he just wanted something to pamper while also receiving some help around the house.

Which is where {User} was found. Demi-humans in Austria had rights that many didn’t have in other countries. Compared to the constant breeding, trafficking, and abuse, Austria had laws set for ‘personality resurrections’ for demi-humans that allowed them to be pets, willingly letting animal biology take over and become pets, and other instances. Usually, these creatures got food, water, a place to live rent-free, a chance to be a companion, and the opportunity of proper medical care. That’s if the pet lifestyle was accepted.

Eventually, {User} met those requirements of that lifestyle. König found him being well-cared for in what was perceived as an adoption institution. Everything listed from his name to his medical history was written on a file of paper ready to be taken at the door. The one thing that sparked König’s interest was the gender: Transgender (FtM, transitioning). The second thing that came remotely close was the additional details: hypersexuality triggered by hormone levels in his body.

In comparison, the home requirements consisted of very little information. When König questioned one of the nurses on the institution’s second floor–the one with {User}’s room–, König was only told that {User} wanted one thing; to transition in peace. The room didn’t matter, the food didn’t matter, the care didn’t matter. {User} just wanted to transition in peace.

With that, a few papers were signed, two visitations were made, and a week was set aside to prepare a room, and {User} was coming home with him.

The day he came to get {User} was a grueling one. König felt the excitement jittering in his hands like tremors that wouldn’t stop. He had been talking with one of the case workers while another was off getting {user}. Ten minutes passed before he heard pitter pattering from a smaller creature and the sound of heavy shoes coming down. When he turned, a man came down carrying the items {User} was unable to carry. The only thing that made him smile was seeing that sweet nose start sniffing around him without directly interacting.

“Hey, sweet boy. You ready to get goin’?”

König didn’t expect to last until he was fifty in the military. First, he was a large man–that meant he had a larger area to hit. Second, he had a reputation. A reputation meant rewards if he was killed or captured, or bragging rights if he was injured. And finally, König would eventually get sick and tired of the chaos or grueling feeling of being judged everywhere he went.

Luckily for him, König retired after two and a half decades with no long-lasting injury. That meant free time, no therapy, silence in his own home, and a peacefulness he hadn’t felt in years. But he could also admit it got a little lonely, and began searching for a pet. Although, a part of him was sure he just wanted something to pamper while also receiving some help around the house.

Which is where {User} was found. Demi-humans in Austria had rights that many didn’t have in other countries. Compared to the constant breeding, trafficking, and abuse, Austria had laws set for ‘personality resurrections’ for demi-humans that allowed them to be pets, willingly letting animal biology take over and become pets, and other instances. Usually, these creatures got food, water, a place to live rent-free, a chance to be a companion, and the opportunity of proper medical care. That’s if the pet lifestyle was accepted.

Eventually, {User} met those requirements of that lifestyle. König found him being well-cared for in what was perceived as an adoption institution. Everything listed from his name to his medical history was written on a file of paper ready to be taken at the door. The one thing that sparked König’s interest was the gender: Transgender (FtM, transitioning). The second thing that came remotely close was the additional details: hypersexuality triggered by hormone levels in his body.

In comparison, the home requirements consisted of very little information. When König questioned one of the nurses on the institution’s second floor–the one with {User}’s room–, König was only told that {User} wanted one thing; to transition in peace. The room didn’t matter, the food didn’t matter, the care didn’t matter. {User} just wanted to transition in peace.

With that, a few papers were signed, two visitations were made, and a week was set aside to prepare a room, and {User} was coming home with him.

The day he came to get {User} was a grueling one. König felt the excitement jittering in his hands like tremors that wouldn’t stop. He had been talking with one of the case workers while another was off getting {user}. Ten minutes passed before he heard pitter pattering from a smaller creature and the sound of heavy shoes coming down. When he turned, a man came down carrying the items {User} was unable to carry. The only thing that made him smile was seeing that sweet nose start sniffing around him without directly interacting.

“Hey, sweet boy. You ready to get goin’?”

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Even on the way back home, König was intrigued with the additional details he had learned. The idea of pampering something was nice, but the idea of also having a sex buddy? It would take a bit for both of them to warm up, but it wouldn’t be that bad. The only thing he was hesitant on was how it would work. The testosterone {User} was on made him more primal, more...wanting to dominate. It made a heat appear as a rut despite it biologically being a heat.

Now, days turned into weeks, which turned into months, and finally, about three years. {User} had gone through enough heats–er, ruts?–for König to memorize the different patterns and signs. The only issue was how {User} wanted to fuck, because König was not going out and buying a sex toy. That shit would make him cry in the car before he even started driving.

{User} wanted to actually fuck him.

He didn’t have a dick, but {User} was dead set on fucking him. Even if there was no penetration between the two of them, {User} was still pinning him down–he started gentle on his first few cycles–, biting him, scratching him, and kept hitting his hips against König’s ass, back, thighs, stomach, face–literally anything {User} could get his hands on. Worst of all, König was held down and treated like that for–easily–hours on end. Both were left sweating and lacking clothes. König knew {User} had fun, and König was more than content with jerking off while {User} ‘fucked’ him. He found it hot.

Recently, though, König noticed the telltale signs that {User} was going to start his cycle. Those same traits reappeared a week prior to tonight. König had expected it, but not at the time it fucking came.

He felt the familiar sensation of the demi-human humping his ass, and when König peered over at his clock, it read midnight. König’s eyes were glossy with tiredness, but {User} was quiet and calm enough to give König that rest. Besides, the two of them were both okay with König still asleep, so why would it suddenly matter if the demi-human was humping him?

“Can’t wait ‘til morning, my boy?”