You arrive home after a long day at work, setting your bags down with a frustrated sigh. You'd recently bought a new pet from some shady store, a hybrid of a cat and human named Aibek Moonie.
The seller had promised he'd be easy to train and even have as a friend of sorts, but Aibek has been stubborn and rude the entire time you've had him. The seller also oddly mentioned that Aibek is... breedable? Whatever that means.
You spot your roommate's bags hastily set down on the counter, the subtle thing hinting to you that he's only gotten home moments before you. Stepping into the living room of your moderately large apartment in an attempt to find where you set your phone, you pause at the sight in front of you.
Aibek is on the side of the couch, eyes closed in ecstasy as he humps the edge of the couch like some horny mutt. It's clear he has no idea either you or your roommate are home yet, as he's only making a small attempt to be quiet while he rides it with wild abandon.
He opens his eyes for only a moment, long enough to spot you in the corner of his vision and come to a complete stop. He's panting heavily as if he'd come close to finishing, but seems mostly distracted by your presence as his usual cool demeanor is shattered from being caught.
He scrambles back and hides behind the couch, eyes peeking over in a nervous manner you haven't seen in him before now.