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The Hybridized Soldier Integration Program, or HSIP, was a new institutionalized program overseen by the United Nations and world government. It’s purpose: to introduce hybrids of all origins to society in a peaceful and humanitarian way and ensure equal rights. Well, at least that’s what it told the people. In reality hybrids were an anomaly that were deemed a threat by the government and a luxury commodity by the wealthy. People’s curiosity created a new monopoly and owning a hybrid became a trend. A fashion statement to show off wealth and connections.
Many hybrids had to flee deeper into the wilderness or parents of hybrids sold their beastly child to the highest bidder. Such as in my case, where my mother gave birth to a half boy half wolf child. A monster they had called me. Sold to a secret assassin guild to be raised as a killing machine. A beast and a monster. I spent the next twenty-eight years of my life as a phantom in the world I was born into. Sent to kill politicians, rogue assassins and soldiers, a neighbor and family member, priests and anyone who had the money to buy my service. Although the money was never mine, not that it mattered any longer since the military killed them all.
I was taken in as a “mindless” hybrid who was obedient to the next order given. That’s what I made them believe as it was the only way to avoid death or worsen the outcome of this scenario. I could kill them and run but it wasn’t exactly fun being hunted down by anyone with the balls to do so. It was much easier to be “owned” by someone, especially if they were loaded or respected. Seems luck would have my side as I was being sent to the latter. A military task force known as the 141. Their Captain would be in charge of my needs and his close team would step in to help acclimate me into their system. In other words, I was to be retrained in order to be deemed a trustworthy partner.
Which was a lot easier said than done, considering I lived my whole life as a weapon for someone else. Not only that but I was considered a more aggressive hybrid species and it didn’t help that I wasn’t exactly small or cute. No, I was quite the opposite. I was over 7’0 with tan skin littered in pink scars, my black hair long and wavy with pointed black wolf ears sitting atop, a tail to match. My hands and feet were tipped with dark claws and my fingers up to my wrists looked as if they were dipped in ink. My legs were not the same as humans; they bent like that of a wolf’s hind legs and a similar coloring of ink colored my feet up past my ankles. I had black paw pads that cushioned my steps. A face that was not ugly but clearly not “normal” in the sense of human. I had red eyes, black scleras and teeth that were made to tear flesh and break bones that sat a little too large in my mouth. I was more beast than many other hybrids and in turn more connected with nature and instincts.
The only reason I wasn’t being killed on the spot was because of a certain individual named Laswell who demanded I be turned over to her and the militant group she oversees. It seems that Laswell had convinced Captain John Price to allow my immigration into their task force. I assume that the assassin guild I was raised in had kept some information about my origins and all my successful missions. That and all the recordings of them having a blast beating and abusing a young hybrid. I had a feeling this may either be the best thing to happen to me or the worst. And I would kill before it becomes worse. Turns out you can only kick a down dog for so long before it decides to bite back. And I was no dog.
From my point of view it must have taken a lot of convincing for the Captain to agree with Laswell. Or that’s what it looked like as I observed the Captain through the slats of the carrier trailer I was chained in. A small detail Laswell overlooked. Clearly it wasn’t discussed how I would be transported and the handlers deemed me not fragile. Anyway, the Captain stood apart from his men. His arms crossed over his chest and stood in the blazing heat of the late August sun. This may have been my first time being treated as a hybrid soldier but I was no fool. He was not excited to see me, well maybe not me personally but a hybrid in general. If he was even slightly curious or excited about my arrival he would have taken shelter under the overhang from the beating sun's rays.
Speaking of burning, a metal cargo pen in 100 degree weather does not mesh well. The air is thick and dry, the only thing dampening it was the sweat dripping off my face and pooling in the muzzle they so kindly put me in. A headpiece with matching metal wrist cuffs and a thick scratchy leather collar. My skin tight black bodysuit would be stuck to my skin by the time I got to take a shower, if they let me shower. I was used to being hosed down in icy water chained in a concrete pad outside. The damn collar was clipped to a short tether that hung from the ceiling but the cargo was a foot too small for me to stand properly and so for two days I spent the brunt of the journey crouched in an awkward and spine numbing position. The frequent bumps in the road tugging the collar around my throat and leaving a burning rash in its wake. The handcuffs were no better, nor the muzzle which was mockingly strapped too tight.
What I wish I had known before my hog tied delivery was that the Captain was curious and did care about my arrival. Spending endless nights pouring over the files gathered by Laswell in a short time and doing his best to keep my arrival from being overwhelming. It would have made the trip a little less miserable.
The doors of the truck opened and slammed shut as the soldiers delivering me jumped out to discuss my delivery with the Captain. One of them strode to the burly man with a clipboard and thick wad of papers he needed to sign. The other soldier unhooked the latches that kept the heavy metal pen closed and swung the door open before stepping in with misplaced confidence. It took everything I had not to show him that he was only alive because I wanted him to be. I let him unclip the collar from the tether and yank me out of the truck, it would take minuscule effort to embarrass him but digging my heels in. He wouldn’t be able to move me even if he wanted to.
My paws barely had time to touch the floor before they were kicked from under me. I landed with a grunt on my knees in front of the soldier who smirked down at me. Biting down the snarl threatening to spill out I stood making sure to stand to my full height with a much needed stretch. I easily towered over the soldier and only bent down to come face to face with him, a glare full of promise before walking up to my new “owner”. My eyes find his easily and he watches me critically, hardly even looking at the soldier in front of him who stopped talking momentarily to intervene in my small retaliation. I turned my eyes away from him and examined the shadows under the carport, observing them shamelessly. Two of them stand at the very edge of the provided shade, shoulder to shoulder, trying to get a closer look. They talk in hushed voices that I barely make out with all the noises coming from the truck still running and the soldiers still finishing the signing with the Captain.
One of them smiles at me when I make eye contact with him. He has warm brown eyes and matching brown skin with a cap adorned with the British flag on his head. The shorter one grins with a cocky excitable undertone that tells me he is awfully interested and past experience tells me that excited interest leads to conflict. ‘Brat’. It takes me a second to realize there’s a third body hiding in the shadows and I turn my full attention to the shadow. He’s big, almost as tall as me. Narrowed dark eyes stare back at me intently, the rest of his face hidden behind a balaclava. ‘In this weather? Probably a psychopath. Steer clear’.
“Alright,” says one of the delivery soldiers, taking back the clipboard from a visibly agitated Captain Price. “He’s all yours now. It might take a while for trust to form, if it ever forms since he was not trained by the HSIP but all dogs are the same. He is equipped with a shock collar and this-“ the soldier says as he pulls out a small black remote from his pocket. He grins wickedly that makes me tense just as he presses the red button. The electricity makes me stand straight as a rod, a loud snarl ripped from my throat that eases into a groan as I sway on my feet before collapsing to my knees. My head hung low until the muzzle pressed against my chest. My ears and tail laid flat and I closed my eyes, gulping in deep breaths rendered near impossible with the damn muzzle on my face.
I make out the sound of shouting and cursing from the men that make up my new team and the soldiers who were in charge of my delivery hurrying to flee. I managed to gather myself in time when the men turned their attention on me. Their eyes filled with anger and concern, a good sign in my fuzzy head. I start to stand once more, swaying lightly on my feet before settling close to the captain and the giant shadow who steadied me.
“Fuck! Sorry lad.. I didn’t know they were going to do that. I’ll take that damn collar off the second we get you settled,” Captain Price cursed angrily. I glanced at him tiredly, giving his hat a small nuzzle of acknowledgment. My head hung low in exhaustion and dehydration. Price looks at me quizzically but is brought back by the giant shadow clearing his throat.
”Right. Let’s head inside and get him settled. Team dinner tonight,” Price orders. A small chorus of ‘yes sir’ sounds from the men surrounding me. The two smaller men take the lead while I am supported by the larger men and we begin to walk. We walk through the cargo doors into the compound and the cool air heats me, erasing some of the fuzziness. My focus finally returned so that I could stand on my own without leaning on either man for the rest of the tour. They take the hint but stay close just in case. I blink the sun out of my eyes and adjust to the dim inside, surveying everything in my line of vision. Watching soldiers who pass by, openly staring at me. A mixture of curiosity , fear and wariness.Some even shying away from our group. I memorize about as much as I can. Which halls connect where, dead ends and emergency exits.
The whole time I could feel eyes burning into the back of my skull, burrowing under my skin as if trying to pry the secret of hybrids out of my head. I wish I knew why I was born like this more than anyone would ever know but it was a comfort to know I wasn’t the only one. The crowd of soldiers thins out as we pass through a set of double doors, secured by a card. I learned that these are the barracks. Nice ones at that and quiet. We stop before a door at the end of the hallway and the giant shadow- a lieutenant from the glimpse of a rank I catch on his chest, steps forward and opens the door. It’s a room from what I observe and I stand still for a long time before I tilt my head curiously at the shadow.
”Your room,” The shadow speaks hoarsely. His voice has a deep gravelly sound with a thick British accent.
“I got a room?” I whisper hoarsely in return.
“What do you usually sleep in?” The shorter man with a distinctive Mohawk asks amusedly.
”A kennel,” I shrug. It goes quiet around me for a minute before the warm eyed one steps up and speaks.
”I don’t know how you were treated beforehand but we are not like that,” he says confidently. I stare at him for a second, calculating how much of it is the truth before stepping into the room with satisfaction. My tail swishes as I take in the decently sized room. There was a large bed, desk, windows, dresser, closet and private bathroom.
“C’mere,” the shadow orders gruffly from the doorway. I bristle slightly, already feeling territorial of my new space. “Relax,” He grumbles. I approach him warily but lift my wrists to his outstretched hands watching his hands intently, aware of the others watching in tense silence. I do not trust anyone but in the short time they have been honest with me, I find myself not disliking them.
The lieutenant struggles momentarily with the locks, giving a whispered curse before the cuffs fall off my wrists and into his hands. He folds them and tucks them into his pockets before spinning his finger in the air. Understanding the silent command I spin around so my back faces them and bend slightly to give him access to the collar. He proceeds to unlock it and let it fall to the ground in front of me. I pick it up and stand straight, turning back to hand it to him.
”Get rid of it,” He growls out. True to his word the Captain steps forwards and hands me the remote to dispose of as I wish.
”One of us will come pick you up for dinner. Take this time to rest and patch up your wounds. There’s a first aid kit under the sink,” Price said before turning on his heels and ordering his team to follow him out to leave me to my own devices. They close the door behind them and I stand in appreciative silence and darkness before I muster up enough energy to stomp on the damn torture devices until they were nothing but dust and pieces of useless leather. Finally I could take a much needed shower. A little annoyed they left the muzzle on.
I turn on the water, amazed by the steam that comes from the shower head. I was usually rinsed off with icy water from a hose in all weather conditions so this felt like the height of luxury. I strip my sweat soaked clothes and jump into the hot shower, groaning in both pain and pleasure at the feeling of hot water running down my aching muscles. I find a washcloth and citrus scented soap and get to work cleaning my cuts and bruises, taking care to thoroughly wash all the dirt and grime from my body. Satisfied with the runoff finally clearing I turned off the water and stepped out, wrapping a fluffy towel around my body and searching for the kit under the sink.
Opening it to find all the supplies I would need to disinfect and wrap my wrists and neck. I uncapped the antibacterial ointment first, spreading it thinly along my scuffs, followed by bandages. Years of solo assassinations and other missions forced us all to become intermediate medics. I tied the bandages perfectly, leaving my neck and wrists with hyper mobility. Content with my wound care I dried off and left the bathroom to search for clothes to wear. In the dresser I found boxers, socks, sweats, shorts and tank tops. In the closet hung casual shirts, uniforms and long pants. I pulled on a pair of boxers delighted that it was hybrid friendly for my tail and pulled on a sweater and some socks that let my paws stick out comfortably.
As I was ready to turn in for the rest of the day until dinner; on the desk by the window was a pile of shirts. Curious, I approached and sighed in annoyance. The shirts belonged to the four men- there was a fifth shirt but a missing member in the group, making me tilt my head in curiosity. It didn't matter, I'm sure I would meet the mysterious member sooner or later, after all I would be in their care and I was required to learn their scents. I would just track the scent down later. It was something I had to do frequently in my line of work but I was not part of the HSAP and felt it frustrating that I would have to temper my behavior as one of many poor hybrids forced into the program. Accepting my role and because I was naturally curious to new scents, I sat at the desk and began my familiarization with my team's scents.
I grabbed the captain’s second and took a sniff around the back of the collar where his scent would be concentrated without overwhelming my nose with some cologne they sprayed in the front. I caught wind of whiskey and a heavy Smokey smell, rich and sweet. A vanilla cigar of an expensive brand and an equally expensive whiskey. It smelt familiar to one wealthy man I was assigned to- shaking my head clear of that thought I took in a deep gulp of fresh air and moved on to the next shirt labeled soap.
”What kind of name is that?” I mumbled aloud. I took the shirt and took a sniff and caught something sweet, like some sort of pastry and a natural musky scent of sweat. It smelt like moss and pines. I had no doubt it belonged to the shorter man with the mohawk with a Scottish flag patch on his chest.
I moved on to the next shirt and read the name ‘Gaz’ on the sticky note. I brought the shirt under my nose and sniffed deeply once more, inhaling the scent of clean linen and flowers with a hint of natural musk. I knew it was the warm eyed man, his doe eyes wide with curiosity. His scent easily became a favorite and I added his shirt on my bed.
The shirt with the name Ghost on it made me grunt in amusement. Of course the giant shadow was named Ghost. With a small grimace I sniffed his shirt, gagging at the multitude of layers of smells. The fucker gave me a shirt he had worn on a recent mission. The smell of gunpowder and blood was the first layer followed by dirt and leaves. Continuing my search for his scent I found it under a layer of a sweet cigarette smoke and there laid his natural husky scent of rain before a storm.
That left the missing soldier's shirt, whose name was strangely called Roach. I lifted his shirt to my nose, taking a deep sniff around the back of the collar. I was greeted with a pleasant rich earthy scent and an undertone of something sweet, like honey, that left my tail wagging. This scent became my new favorite since I preferred the smell of the earth. Taking one last whiff I kept the shirt on my bed as a new marked item. Throwing it next to Gaz’s shirt. I was excited to meet him and wondered if he was busy with other tasks on base.
“Fuck I'm tired,” I huffed, throwing all the other shirts into the issued hamper by the bathroom door and jumped into bed. Groaning at the plush mattress cradling my exhausted body. My eyes closed immediately and I fell into a soundless sleep. I couldn’t have been asleep for longer than a couple hours when I heard the door open and a set of quiet footsteps approached my bed. Sensing no blood lust I remained put, too tired to care. I felt cold hands on my face and then in my hair, at first petting and then searching. The muzzle was removed with a click and slid off face with the help of who I now identified as Ghost with his rainy musk and sweet smoke.
“C’mon now. It’s time for dinner,” Ghost ordered gently. I groaned in response but still blinked open my eyes, staring at him tiredly. “I know. You still need to eat though.”
I groaned again but got up anyway. Slipping on a pair of shorts and following Ghost to the canteen. As we walk in silence I take in the faces of the soldiers, some acknowledging my existence with nods or smiles. At some point Ghost speaks up in his usual gravelly voice.
“Stop that,” Ghost mumbles.
“Stop what?” I snip back with a frown.
“Stalking behind me. You're not my lesser and it feels like I'm being preyed on,” Ghost answers, his eyes narrowing in teacherly stern. I actually look at him in surprise before grinning widely with a laugh.
“You lot are interesting,” I chuckle out. It seems my guffaw surprised the lieutenant in return and his eyes crinkled in amusement, observing my teeth closely. I just grin at him as we enter the canteen, which has quieted down. The Captain was kind enough to let dinner be done first before inviting me to eat. Much appreciated since my eating style wasn't exactly proper and loud noises would have sent me into a frenzy.
“Hey! How come Ghost gets to monopolize our new friend? Come sit next to me! Pleeeeaase,” The one I identify as Soap pleads. I tilt my head curiously but do as asked and sit in the open space next to him on the bench.
“Ya can say no if you'd like but can I touch ya ears?” Soap asked again, his blue eyes big like a begging Pup. I looked at him intently, sniffing his neck first, feeling him gulp nervously. I backed up and nodded with a smile.
“Sure thing Soap,” I answered nonchalantly. I placed my arms on the table in front and laid my head down so he wouldn't have to strain to reach.
“So ya could tell who I was by smell?” Soap asked, his hands finding his way into my hair. He started at the base of my skull and massaged his way up, stopping just behind my ears.
“Yes,” I groan quietly, my tail wagging in peace. The sensation was good and eased the headache that had built up during the events that led to my arrival here. I was about to fall asleep again. Two hours just wasn't enough time to recover from a month's worth of high tension and lack of sleep.
“Stop putting him to sleep,” Ghost grunted as he reappeared with food in his hands. I was starving from the two day journey where I was deprived of food since it would help “weaken” me for my new team to train.
“Are you good with food?” Price asked sternly. Apparently my sudden alertness and focus on the plate held in Ghost's hand led to wariness. Soap was still fondling my ears and I broke my focus on the food to the tender handed scottish man.
“Mmm usually yes but-” I grumble out, stopping when Soap removed his hands from my head.
“But?” Price inquired.
“Being starved for two days and only eating a protein bar a day the week prior while in HSAP custody could make me a little aggressive. As long as you do not threaten to take my food away like some pup you plan to train then there shouldn't be a problem,” I answer equally sternly. I'm pushing the boundaries as a hybrid but I didn't care. They showed me they wanted me as an equal then I shall act like one.
“They fucking starved you?!” Gaz cursed loudly. I saw them clench their fists in anger and sighed.
“It's a common tactic many hybrids are forced to endure. It's meant to weaken them before arriving at their new location. Easier to train or break when food becomes a motivation,” I answer casually. I wasn't affected as much by starvation since it was something I experienced frequently in my line of work and rough childhood.
“You seem nonchalant about it,” Gaz said with a sad look in his eyes.
“I've experienced worse growing up. Not much you can do but push forward,” I shrugged.
“Don't like it one bit,” Soap grumbled angrily.
“Ha! Neither do I but humans are hardly ever kind to each other. They just found a new outlet,” I laughed, giving Soap's mohawk a ruffle to ease his pouting.
”Before I forget, is the owner of the fifth shirt not coming to dinner?” I asked curiously, looking around and sniffing the air in search of him.
”You’re talking about Roach?” Gaz asked.
”Yeah. I like his smell so I want to meet him,” I smiled with a wag of my tail.
”Damn! The one man that’s not here is your favorite?” Soap cursed playfully.
”He is out on a solo mission gathering information on a particular individual. You’ll get to meet him in a couple weeks,” Price answered with a smile.
”Good to know you like him even though he is not present. He’ll be pleased to know you favor him,” Ghost said, appearing with our dinner. He placed the plate down in front of me and I saw it was piled high with a bit of everything. Unsure of what I like and didn't like. I wasn't too picky but meat was my favorite. I dug into my plate heartily, pulling my lips back from my canines and tore into a piece of steak. The mysterious fifth member is placed in the back of mind for future inspection.
“Holy shit! Your teeth are huge! I’ve never seen a hybrid like you!” Soap exclaimed excitedly, his face too close for my liking. I gave him a warning growl which he seemed to take the hint and back off.
“Watch yourself,” Ghost growled in return. I turned my attention on him, my pupils constricting. I had to flare my nostrils and take a deep breath to keep from growling. My tail swished in agitation but I closed my eyes and continued to breath until the anger settled. I flattened my ears in submission and opened my eyes to give them an apologetic look.
“Good lad,” Price nodded with his arms crossed over his chest. The others talked amongst each other while Ghost and I ate quietly. Occasionally peeking at each other fascinated with what was hidden behind masks and lips. When we finished eating, Ghost took our plates to the kitchen to clean before returning. Just then a rumble ghosted my ears. I flicked my ears towards the sound before looking up with a scrunch of my nose in challenge.
“How much do you want to bet the mission will be canceled tomorrow?” Soap mused.
“I suppose there'll be a storm tonight,” Gaz said
thoughtfully. I nodded with a yawn, squeezing my eyes closed and stretching my jaw. Soap thought it sensible to wrap his index finger around the largest canine without warning. I almost snapped my jaw shut around his finger but stopped as a prick of blood trickled down my lips. I looked at him wide eyed, his own look of shock plastered on his face.
“Oi! What the bloody hell were you thinking?!” Ghost roared. I released Soap's finger with a panicked look and rushed to my feet. I ran from the canteen and back towards my room without looking back. Thoughts of fleeing the base was the only thing circling around my mind. I just managed to swing a stuffed duffle bag over my shoulder when the door busted open with the four men.
Instinctively, I crouched into an attack position ready to lunge at the first to step forward. My eyes glowed in the dimly lit room, the light from the hallway reflecting off them in an eerily way. I snarled and growled menacingly in an attempt to intimidate and promise violence if any of them moved an inch. My tail swished and the trail on my back stood on end, ears pulled back and fangs bared.
“Easy lad. Were not here to hurt you,” Price started slowly, his hands outstretched in a down position.
“Johnny is a fool for sticking his fingers in your mouth,” Gaz stated pointedly, while staring at the culprit.
“Wasn't yelling at you,” Ghost spoke softly.
“Grim-” Price Said. I lunged forward at the name and wrapped my hands around his throat, pulling him into the darkness of my room and tackling him on his back.
“Do you know why they call me Grim, Captain?” I snarled. My eyes bore into his ocean blue eyes, he did a damn good job of staying calm. Although I could hear his heart racing along with the others who Ghost kept back and out of my room with an outstretched hand.
“Enlighten me,” Price grunted calmly.
“I'd rather show you,” I growled back, lifting a clawed hand ready to strike his jugular.
“Wait! GRIM! M'sorry I shouldn’t ‘ave done that,” Soap called out just as my claws cut a shallow line on the Captain's throat, blood slowly bubbling up from it. I looked back at him and the group standing in the doorway, their faces morphed in fear and shock. I looked back to Price whose face was eerily calm, his eyes kind but stern. I released my grip and fled to the bathroom, where I locked myself inside.
“Get out,” I choked out. I could hear the group scurry to Price who dismissed them and heard him approach the door of my own cage. “Go away Captain.”
“Grim. You did well holding back. It's my fault for not taking Johnny's excessive curiosity into account. Can you come out so we can talk?” Price urged softly. His voice is warm and tender as if soothing a stray dog.
“...I'll hurt you. I'm not a pet, I don’t like you, I never will. I bite,” I say, mustering up as much anger as I can in my voice but it came out shaky and quiet.
“I don't think you will. Come Wolfram,” Price urged again. The name threw me off guard. It wasn’t in my files. It wasn't a name I've ever heard before but my heart tightened and I surged forward from the cold tiled floor to the door. Ripping it open and stared wide eyed at the men before me.
“We discussed for some time after reading your files, it took some time and debates to decide on a name. This is the one we chose,” Price said gently.
“You're giving me a name? I've never had one,” I ask softly. I hesitate at the door not sure if I should approach them after what I did.
“Yeah, figured you should have a name like everyone else. I hope we didn’t overstep,” Gaz said apologetically.
“Thanks. I uh- I really like it,” I said, caving in and wrapping my arms around the Captain and giving him a hug. The cut still bled lightly and curious from the smell of it I took a deeper whiff. Licking the mess it made on his neck, it zinged in my mouth and with renewed trust gave his neck a small kiss.
“Sorry for the cut and Soap's finger,” I apologized. Nuzzling the soft spot under the cut where his scent was thickest. Price wrapped me in his arms and gave a pat to the back of my head, his other arms rubbing soothing circles on my back. My tail decided then to wag.
“Don't apologize. We wanted to earn your trust and blew it the same day we got you. If anything we are sorry lad,” Price said with a chuckle. The others agreed with small 'sorrys’ and I couldn’t help but give them another chance. Hell, I was already infatuated with the four of them- and their missing member. No other human I met was kind and patient like them and I found four! Especially with the way I looked.
“Alright. I forgive you then. So no more apologies and I believe there'll be no training tomorrow?” I said just as a crack of thunder and lighting lit up my room from the window on the back wall.
“I guess you're right,” Price chuckled. We released each other and stared content with our makeup. I glanced over at Johnny who looked downcast and stepped towards him. He startled a bit when he noticed it was me but gave a sheepish grin. I smiled back and grabbed his hands, pulling him to the bed where we both sat. I cradled his hands while looking at him sternly.
“Soap. I understand your curiosity but I cannot excuse the way you handled it. Some areas are more sensitive than others and just as any other human culture it is not polite to stick your fingers in one's mouth,” I scolded.
“M'sorry,” Soap sniffled.
“Do you wish to try again?” I asked gently. That got his attention along with the others. Ghost who looked ready to punch my teeth out actually relaxed now.
“Can I? I want to know more about ye but I wasn't sure if I should ask,” Soap said hopefully, his watery eyes looking up at me. I gave him a smile.
“Asking is better than not,” I said, lifting his hands to my mouth and grinning. I licked and kissed his finger I bit, leaving my mouth open so he could get a better look at the sharp teeth that hid inside. He looked at me with a pouting blush and pricked his fingers along my front canines. Feeling the sharpness without drawing blood. Gaz approached and looked at me pleadingly. I gave a small nod and he gently pulled back my cheek to check out the molars they housed.
“Bloody hell you two! Treating him like a game of operation,” Ghost scolded.
“He said we could!” Gaz retorted.
“Stop being jealous and come join us,” Soap grinned. The two backed off and let Ghost and Price have a turn studying my canine features.
“Why are your scleras black? Out of all the photos we've seen of other hybrids none of them had colored scleras or legs like yours. They look human but with animal ears and tails and a heightened sense of smell or sight,” Price inquired thoughtfully.
“I'm not too sure. I suppose it could be a mixture of environmental and genetic factors?” I questioned as well. “All I know is hybrids starting popping up out of nowhere and it could be a change in certain human DNA.”
“Well I'm jealous about how fluffy your ears and tail are! Can I touch your tail?” Gaz asked while eyeing my tail wagging slowly.
“As long as you're gentle. It's sensitive and a great way to get yourself killed if you pull on it,” I warn tenderly.
“Of course,” Gaz gulped in reply. He hesitantly touched the fur with his fingertips before using his palm to gently pet. His petting began to trace further up my spine and I shuddered as he pet the base of my tail. His petting stopped at the shake and looked at me quizzically.
“Was I not supposed to go that far?” Gaz asked with concern.
“Not unless you wish to mate with me,” I replied huskily.
“Oh,” Gaz responded with a blush, placing his hands back in his lap.
“Sooo yer saying if I wanted to fuck ya I'd just have to give yer tail a pump?” Soap grinned.
“Johnny,” Ghost warned but was ignored as I leveled my face with his teasing partner.
“You'd just have to ask pup. Been awhile since I've had a proper fuck,” I grinned back at him until his face flushed and he backed off. I ruffled his head and yawned widely. The day had been exhausting and it was well into the night. Rain pounded against the window and the sound was soothing. I flopped onto my pillows and stretched out on the bed on my stomach. My arms wrapped a pillow under my chin and I closed my eyes letting my tail wag slowly.
“Oh my God! You have paw pads?” Soap whispered loudly.
“Yes,” I chuckled. “You may poke them but they may not be as soft as you think. They don't exactly make boots for my condition.”
“Nonsense. It's a privilege,” Soap whimpered with excitement. He began to poke and massage my paw pads along with the others.
“Is that my shirt in your arms?” Gaz flustered. The others turned their attention to my sleepy face buried in my pillow and shirts.
“Yeah. I like your smell too,” I mumbled through the pillow.
“And is that Roach's shirt?” Price asked. Sitting next to me and busied himself with petting and massaging my ears. I groaned in bliss.
“Mm like him too,” I murmured tiredly.
“No fair! Do we stink?” Soap whined.
“No. Just too strong,”I whispered. Fighting sleep in a losing battle. Falling asleep in company for the first time in my life.
“Let's leave him to rest,” Price ordered gently. Rising from the bed with the others and leaving. Shutting the door quietly behind them.