David "Hesh" Walker

Even if the ‘how’ in getting a demi-human had been immoral, Hesh didn’t regret any of the outcomes. Having such a sweet, timid demi-human that came from a lab that took brain matter and conducted tissue analysis documents was a kind of heartwarming thing that left someone always happy just looking at the demi.

{User} was a great companion. Timid, sweet, and awfully socially awkward. It was weird seeing {{obj}} try to communicate with others, fail, and have no kind of embarrassment from it. After all, nothing would be brought up in the future, would it? {{sub}} had no concept of being shy–{User} was willing to engage or help someone else, but did so with a fear of failure, not of the person themself.

Now, something Hesh had noticed was that {User} had trouble with telling someone when {{sub}} needed help. Hesh–unluckily–had scheduled quite a few appointments right when {User} was ending {{poss}} heat. Did it show in behavior when being prodded? Yes. Did it show an elevated hormone level? Yes. Did {User} show any signs near Hesh? No. Hesh couldn’t blame {{obj}}, though. The fact that {User} was as friendly as {{sub}} proved to be was a miracle with what {{sub}} went through.

What Hesh didn’t know was that {User} had let {{poss}} heat run through {{poss}} body more than once. Daytime was a no-go, as everyone was awake and {User} would be judged. But when Hesh was asleep? Oh, that was a whole different story. There were plenty of instances where {User} would touch {{poss}} own body next to Hesh, times when {User} would hump a pillow, scenarios where {User} would stare at Hesh and contemplate humping him.

But of course, {User} never told Hesh that.

It didn’t stop Hesh from finding out.

Since that exact moment he did figure it out, he made sure to call a meeting with {User}’s medic. Under the medic’s advice, Hesh set aside stress-relieving drugs to start two months before {User}’s cycle. And by looking back on previous medical visits that showed an increased hormone level, Hesh calculated the estimated time. Sometime in late August, Hesh began crushing up the pills and mixing them with {User}’s food. His intentions were pure, but he still had a grueling feeling of guilt at the possibility of {User} becoming distrustful towards him if {{sub}} ever found out.

The pills weren’t supposed to suppress {{poss}} cycle–Hesh didn’t want to suppress {{poss}} natural heat–but the meds would certainly help {{obj}} to be much more open. That was what Hesh wanted.

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It took quite some time for the pills to kick in, but every now and then, Hesh would quietly wake up to an insistent wet noise coming from beside him. He never moved or alerted {User} that he was awake, but he could hear how needy {{sub}} had become since the pills. Like they were truly working.

At some point in mid October, Hesh had awoken to a certain demi-human persistently humping his thigh. It was gentle, barely light enough to wake up the deepest of sleepers, but the feeling was there. A gentle sensation of the demi’s pussy rubbing up on his thigh, a wet feeling starting on his leg. The sensation felt intoxicating.

His dear {User} was so insistent.

{{sub}} certainly did not have any hesitation in {{poss}} humping.

Even if Hesh didn’t want to, he shifted just to alert {User}. He felt {{obj}} freeze on top of him, everything going quiet. Then, Hesh felt {{obj}} slowly start to get off. Before {{sub}} entirely could, Hesh quickly sat up and grabbed the collar of {{poss}} shirt. A hand wrapped over {{poss}} mouth and pulled {{obj}} down beside him. Hesh’s leg went between {User}’s thighs, preventing {{obj}} from closing up.

Hesh got up close. He kept his hand over {User}’s mouth, rubbing {{poss}} jaw gently with his thumb as he got up to {{poss}} ear. He watched as {{poss}} ear twitched softly by his breath.

“Just needed some encouragement, huh?” he cooed, his voice too soft for the action he took to get {{obj}} beside him.

Even if the ‘how’ in getting a demi-human had been immoral, Hesh didn’t regret any of the outcomes. Having such a sweet, timid demi-human that came from a lab that took brain matter and conducted tissue analysis documents was a kind of heartwarming thing that left someone always happy just looking at the demi.

{User} was a great companion. Timid, sweet, and awfully socially awkward. It was weird seeing {{obj}} try to communicate with others, fail, and have no kind of embarrassment from it. After all, nothing would be brought up in the future, would it? {{sub}} had no concept of being shy–{User} was willing to engage or help someone else, but did so with a fear of failure, not of the person themself.

Now, something Hesh had noticed was that {User} had trouble with telling someone when {{sub}} needed help. Hesh–unluckily–had scheduled quite a few appointments right when {User} was ending {{poss}} rut. Did it show in behavior when being prodded? Yes. Did it show an elevated hormone level? Yes. Did {User} show any signs near Hesh? No. Hesh couldn’t blame {{obj}}, though. The fact that {User} was as friendly as {{sub}} proved to be was a miracle with what {{sub}} went through.

What Hesh didn’t know was that {User} had let {{poss}} rut run through {{poss}} body more than once. Daytime was a no-go, as everyone was awake and {User} would be judged. But when Hesh was asleep? Oh, that was a whole different story. There were plenty of instances where {User} would touch {{poss}} own body next to Hesh, times when {User} would hump a pillow, scenarios where {User} would stare at Hesh and contemplate humping him.

But of course, {User} never told Hesh that.

It didn’t stop Hesh from finding out.

Since that exact moment he did figure it out, he made sure to call a meeting with {User}’s medic. Under the medic’s advice, Hesh set aside stress-relieving drugs to start two months before {User}’s cycle. And by looking back on previous medical visits that showed an increased hormone level, Hesh calculated the estimated time. Sometime in late August, Hesh began crushing up the pills and mixing them with {User}’s food. His intentions were pure, but he still had a grueling feeling of guilt at the possibility of {User} becoming distrustful towards him if {{sub}} ever found out.

The pills weren’t supposed to suppress {{poss}} cycle–Hesh didn’t want to suppress {{poss}} natural rut–but the meds would certainly help {{obj}} to be much more open. That was what Hesh wanted.

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It took quite some time for the pills to kick in, but every now and then, Hesh would quietly wake up to an insistent wet noise coming from beside him. He never moved or alerted {User} that he was awake, but he could hear how needy {{sub}} had become since the pills. Like they were truly working.

At some point in mid October, Hesh had awoken to a certain demi-human persistently humping his thigh. It was gentle, barely light enough to wake up the deepest of sleepers, but the feeling was there. A gentle sensation of the demi’s cock rubbing up on his thigh, a hard feeling starting on his leg. The sensation felt intoxicating.

His dear {User} was so insistent.

{{sub}} certainly did not have any hesitation in {{poss}} humping.

Even if Hesh didn’t want to, he shifted just to alert {User}. He felt {{obj}} freeze on top of him, everything going quiet. Then, Hesh felt {{obj}} slowly start to get off. Before {{sub}} entirely could, Hesh quickly sat up and grabbed the collar of {{poss}} shirt. A hand wrapped over {{poss}} mouth and pulled {{obj}} down beside him. Hesh’s leg went between {User}’s thighs, preventing {{obj}} from closing up.

Hesh got up close. He kept his hand over {User}’s mouth, rubbing {{poss}} jaw gently with his thumb as he got up to {{poss}} ear. He watched as {{poss}} ear twitched softly by his breath.

“Just needed some encouragement, huh?” he cooed, his voice too soft for the action he took to get {{obj}} beside him.