Soyeon and OC navigate the city of Zemeckis together
Daisy walked into the Velvet Zoo and caught the scent of Matcha and Ube — she knew instantly what it meant: her old friend Herc was inside. She smiled and walked toward the massive trex and bear mutant hybrid staring back at her. New scars lined his face and ran down his neck, and his arms were freshly bandaged over dark gray scaly skin. Daisy sighed watching the massive Hybrid approach her. she smiled as he did.
Then Daisy the leopard hybrid took his hands in hers.
“Hey, big guy,” she said with a smile, locking eyes with him.
“Hello,” he said low, his tone fatigued and calm.
She noticed the fatigue in his voice and features. “You look like hell,” she said, pulling him into a hug before adding, “Rough night?”
Hercules nodded. “The Shinobu Clan sent an assassin after me. Poison dart frog hybrid — barely old enough to drink.”
Daisy squints surprised and says, “Really? That doesn’t sound like Asa.”
“I don’t think it was Asa either. Some kid looking for street cred — you take out one of the three yokai, you make a name for yourself,” Herc explained.
Daisy nodded. Of all the town’s yokai (the local shorthand for crime bosses) Hercules had always been the one with the most vision and alacrity, but also the most ferocious. “So I take it you’re not starting a war over it?”
“Yep. Sending the kid back in a body bag is probably more impactful anyway.”
“Damn,” Daisy said. Herc sighed.
“What the fuck am I doing, Daisy? I just wanted to make custom swords and guns. Now I’m fighting off assassins and thugs,” he lamented.
Daisy nodded. “Maybe it’s time to change paths.”
“You’re right. I’m gonna start making watches." Herc replied
Daisy smiled. “Attaboy.” She paused. “Small non sequitur — when was the last time you got laid?” She glanced at her watch, realizing it was almost time for Soyeon to arrive. “Actually, I have a DJ coming — cute little cheetah hybrid. She’s here to discuss business, but she’s a bit of a—,”
Before she could finish, the door slammed open.
The panther-hognose hybrid stepped in, and the scent hit her like a wall — a male hybrid whose pheromones called to her like a siren’s song. She stopped, nostrils flaring.
“Daisy,” Soyeon breathed, sniffing the air, “who is that? That smell is so… earthy, so virile.”
Her nose dragged her straight toward Herc. She eyed him hungrily and licked her lips, then turned back to Daisy. “I’ll do my first three sets for free — but I want him.” Her biological drive to seek a mate had all but overridden everything else.
Daisy turned to her friend. “Well, big guy — can you help the girl out?”
Hercules sighed. “I’m not gonna be much good to her. I’m running on fumes.”
“Don’t you think I know that?” Soyeon stepped closer. “Bouncer, security, whatever — I’ll rock your world if you let me, Rexy.”
Daisy and Hercules both laughed. After a beat, he said, “You know what? Sure. Fine.”
Months later, Herc found himself rinsing off the previous night’s filth in Soyeon’s shower. The night itself was a heat-rut blur — the only thing he could piece together was chocolate syrup, whipped cream, and crushed Oreos. Golden ones, specifically.
That’s what he got for being a mutant hybrid with enhanced and more aggressive rut cycles. He was still in the death throes of this particularly intense one, the mind fog and mental haze dulling the edges of his typically even temper.
He stood under the water, deep in his own thoughts, and didn’t hear the pitter-patter of small feet entering the bathroom. Didn’t hear the door close behind them either. The panther-hognose smiled, seeing her boyfriend so calm.
Soyeon slipped in quietly. She was wearing his XXXL Afro Samurai shirt, the hem falling past her thighs like a dress. She lifted it over her head and stepped into the shower.
The scent of blackberries hit him first. He wasn’t surprised when small hands wrapped around him from behind, and the slow, deliberate tracing of his tattoos began.
“How is my favorite fire-breathing dragon?”
He rolled his eyes. “That was one time.”
“And it was hot.” She pressed closer. “Watching you fight off that mugger when you’re usually so docile and sweet — it practically sent me into heat all on its own.”
Herc groaned. “That explains so much. Remind me just to shoot the next one.”
“No,” Soyeon said simply. “I liked it.”
“Sure, but the people around us didn’t. They weren't seeing a boyfriend protecting his girlfriend. They just saw a mutant going feral. I was the monster to them, not the mugger.”
Soyeon turned him around to face her. She looked up into his soft blue eyes and found deep sadness there — but also something steady. Dignified.
“Who cares what they think?” she said. “You showed me I was safe. That I’d always be safe with you.”
Herc groaned despite Soyeon’s featherlight touch and attempts to ground him, “I just don’t want to stand out.”
Soyeon stared at him for a long beat. “Hercules. You are a six-foot, dark grey-skinned, orange striped, T. rex man.” She said it the way you’d state the weather — matter-of-fact, a little fond, completely unarguable. “You are going to stand out.”
He grinned despite himself. She pulled him into a hug.
“Now,” she said, pulling back with a look of pure business, “if you’ll excuse me, I need to properly thank my boyfriend for saving my life. And then we’re buying a car so we never have to walk home again.”
Herc watched as Soyeon slowly lowered herself between his legs. His dick responded instantly, hardening before she kissed the tip. The Panther-hognose hybrid’s tongue flicked out and wrapped around Hercules’s cock. She smiled
He gasped as his cock hardened more. Steam began pulsing off his body as his internal temperature rose. Soyeon smiled as she wrapped her pouty lips around Herc’s shaft. She gave two quick bobs before bottoming out. His thick cock rested deep in her throat.
She locked eyes with Hercules, daring him to let go and fuck her face like she wanted.
Hercules kept his restraint for now since Soyeon would need her voice to negotiate later. She pouted around his cock as she took him in and out of her lips before she broke contact, her spit linking her puffy lips to his manhood.
“Why aren't you fucking my face?” Soyeon whined. Hercules sighed, then said, “Because you have to argue with the dealership later today. I'm not gonna have to go there with a sore throat,”
Soyeon smiled and said, “Oh, how considerate. I guess then I'll have to gag on it myself,”
Before he could react, Soyeon took Herc all the way down, staying there for a moment before using her throat. Glucks and gurgling can be heard as she deepthroat Hercules. Soyeon smiled around His cock, taking him in and out without any care.
Hercules did his best to maintain composure, but Soyeon knew him too well. She squeezed his cock with her throat before he let go. Ropes of cum deposited directly in her stomach as she smiled, and she drank his seed before freeing him.
“Thank you for the meal and for saving me,” she said as she did a little curtsy.
Hercules rolled his eyes and said, “You're such a weirdo, but I love you.”