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Tim pushed the animal off of the bed harshly. It landed with a hard thud and a whimper followed, but the older boy just rolled his eyes.
“Stay on the floor where you belong, Cat.” Tim said angrily, glaring down as the boys face fell at the harsh slur. “I have company coming tonight and you're going to stay in the fucking corner like the bitch you are.”
The blond averted his gaze, he knew better than to talk back… or talk at all unless asked. The collar on his neck itched and rubbed against his irritated skin, but he made no comment. Instead he kept his head down as he backed to his wall. This wasn’t uncommon for his kind. In fact, he considered himself lucky to even have a familiar roof over his head and food. Though the treatment could be harsh… He knew he had a good life for a hybrid like himself.
His born name was Roger. Roger Taylor. Born from Hybrid Winifred Taylor and her Master Michael Taylor. He had a privileged life for a hybrid. Raised in a relatively wealthy home, went to a hybrid school (which was way more of an education than most hybrids), and was taught to serve humanity like a good little pet (or as the schools referred to them as companions). Roger preferred to think of himself as a companion over a pet. But would take pet over being called animal any day…
Thanks to his education, he was allowed to have a… place in society after he turned 18 and was unleashed from his parents. Hybrids had till they were 21 to find a master to collar them and keep them in society. Otherwise, their education be damned, they were thrown under society and used anyway the humans could use them. And if low society didn’t need them, then a hybrid would just become feral and probably euthanized if caught by the authorities.
Roger’s ears flattened against his blond hair as he bit his lip at the thought of… well… any of that. He was fortunate enough to of found someone to collar him before he was 21. Tim. His Master. He’d been his master for about 4 years now. He had practically collared him the moment he was legal, really. And Roger couldn’t have been more thrilled and relieved. Tim wasn’t always the most… sensitive or emotional human… but Tim did feed him, keep him clean, keep him warm, and Roger was thankful for that.
The hybrid was even allowed to wear clothing. Not much, usually an oversized tee shirt, but he still preferred it over being naked. Especially when people came over. He didn’t enjoy people seeing him naked, nor did he enjoy people seeing the marks of his punishments. He though Tim didn’t like the last one either. If people saw that his pet needed to be punished, it would be embarrassing for the human. But Roger didn’t care what the humans reasoning was, he was just glad to be clothed.
Roger was born a hybrid, like many hybrids now a days. A breakthrough in science years before made mixing human blood and animal blood possible. For whatever reason, Roger didn’t know, humans must of thought that they needed hybrids? Or maybe hybrids would be the future? Either way, it failed. Well. Kind of. It gave humans an excuse to modernize a type of slavery. Since hybrids were considered more animal (because of their natural instincts. A hybrid could resort to 100% animal instinct, but never 100% human.), it was easier to convince the world that it was more animal labor than anything. Though most Animal Activists were against it, the majority won and hybrids were… well. At the service of the humans.
Like his mother, Roger was a hybrid between feline DNA and human DNA. So. Technically speaking he had cat instincts along with human. He even had cat ears, that were a slightly darker blond than his golden hair, along with a tail. All natural to his body. Roger hated it because even if he held his tongue about something, his annoyance or any emotion could be told just by the flick of his tail or twitch of his ears. So he learned it was best to just keep his ears flat and tail between his legs. Out of sight, out of mind. Right?
Tim watched as Roger moved away. When he was younger he always wanted a pet, so his parents had gotten him one. But now the cat was just annoying, and bothersome. He wasn't even a good shag anymore, and his heat’s were short.
“Boys, welcome.” Tim greeted to the small giggly college students. “Are you all ready for a good night?” Tim smiled and stripped his shirt. He wasn’t large framed, but he held his own. Not tall or short, just average.
“Yes sir.” The shorter of the two laughed coming closer to touch his chest. Tim grinned leaning down to press a kiss to the boys lips. He heard the smallest of noise from the wall. With an angry huff he turned towards the pet, his hand quickly struck the animal across the face. “For getting on the bed your punishment is to watch me fuck these two boys, Animal. Understood?” When Roger didn't answer immediately he slapped him again. “I said ‘Understood’?”
“U-understood, master…” Roger whimpered softly, his ears twitching as heard the other two humans laugh. He kept his eyes glued on the floor as he listened to the three humans stumble about. Laughing, moaning, talking.
You have a good life. He thinks to himself. Better than most. This punishment is better than… He bit his lip as his cheek stung from the last slap. After he’s done, he’ll be in a better mood… Perhaps he’ll let me cook something for him, or… something to make him happy… The hybrid tried to cheer himself up as he blocked out his surroundings as best he could.
“Watch now, Cat.” Tim snarled as he pounded into one of the younger boys.
A small angry noise left Roger's throat before he could stop it.
“Get out! Get out, you worthless bitch! You don't even deserve this!” Tim screamed, he was done, he was sick of this worthless animal.
Roger's eyes widened and he looked up quickly. “Bu-but master… I-... I didn't mean to. I'm so-sorry. I'll look. I'll watch…” He whines softly.
Tim quickly pulled away from the two boys and marched towards Roger. He grabbed the boy by the ear and tail, twisting his tail at a painful angle and threw him out the door. He grabbed Roger's throat and ripped off his collar.
“Stay out of here! Don't come back!”
“Ma-master!” He mewled softly before flinching as the door was open slammed in his face. The animal sat there at the door, whining softly. He bit his lip as he looked around quickly.
I could wait for him to open up but…. If the authorities see a hybrid without their collar… Roger felt tears well up in his eyes. He couldn't stay there long, he knew it. He had ruined his life because he couldn't hold in a stupid noise…
He had nowhere to run. Nowhere to turn. His father definitely would let him back in his home… at this point… was it better for him to be… used… or to be feral…
Biting his lip, he quickly ran through the dark. Unsure of his future.