#snowleopard!gojo

You’ve learnt a lot about him. His name is Satoru Gojo, around the same age as you! Unfortunately, he spent a lot of his life in illegal fighting rings. Poor thing almost got killed a while back. Luckily, his caretakers at the agency have had no aggression problems with him! He’s affectionate, friendly, reckless at times, but overall great to have as a first time owner!

He’s really—really big. His head just about reaches the ceiling of your small apartment. It's gonna be hard finding clothes for the man. Let alone a bed.

But that’s all a problem for future you!

Packing him in the car was a hefty thing, his tallness being the main problem, a little cramped (he had to lay half his body on the floor) but it worked in the end!

As soon as you bought the little—uh, big critter home, you pampered him with affections. Petting his head, rubbing his ears, scratching under his chin all that stuff that makes him mushy in the brain!

The only problem would be leaving him alone… he’s fairly clingy. You’ll just have to work on that. He seems capable enough. Hopefully…

Note to self: get a baby cam.

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Maybe this was a mistake.

Satoru’s a really good guy, he’s friendly, definitely affectionate and really clingy. All good qualities that you love about him!

But, there are qualities you come to… dislike, so to say.

He’s bratty. defiant against your house rules, a back-talker.

He always wants attention. Pushing things off counters or using his tail to block your eyes whenever he wants to annoy you.

He’s very manipulative. Using his wide eyes to trick you—or anyone—into giving him sweets!

He’s also unbearably horny, probably his worst trait. Always trying to rub against you, heck even mount you! For someone so angelic-looking, he sure ain’t an angel.

And you can name a couple of… embarrassing incidents.

Incident #1

“Hey—Toru! What are you doing, stop that!” You shout, trying to push him back and away from— wait, are those your panties he has in your mouth!

“Satoru! Bad boy, get those out of your mouth!” You splutter, face flushing red.

But, apparently you adopted the devil.

He tilts his head in an innocent way, ears flopping to the side as he deviously munches on your precious—and very expensive—underwear.

You try to wrestle them away from his maw, unlucky for you, you’ve also adopted an abnormally tall hybrid. His innocent act drops as he dangles them above your head, laughing at your embarrassment.

Of course, he gave it back. Not without it slicked in his spit and now turned crotchless.

It was… not a great moment for you or your hopes of being dominant over him.

Incident #2

It’s a nice sunny morning, you got up earlier than your alarm, made a nice breakfast, and finally got that darned work assignment finished.

A peaceful day.

Until your precious kitty takes his biting urges on you.

“Satoru, do-don’t bite meee!” You whine, once again trying to push away the snarky beast. God, why must he be twice your size.

He chuffs, pining you with his weight as he nibbles at your skin. Tail swaying mischievously behind him.

“Mn—be still, lemme jus’…” He whispers. Devious man he is. His nibbling becomes full-blown bites, decorating your neck and collarbone in a bazillion bite marks.

Satoru only giggles at your pathetic attempts of squirming away. Pfft, you think he’ll let you walk away? Nothing gets away from his keen eyes.

Needless to say, the bite marks were not a fashion statement at work. Didn’t really capture as many complements as it did laughter.

Note to self: Invest in a muzzle.

Incident #3

Now, maybe this is your fault. You did notice the change in behaviour, he’s always been clingy— the staff at the agency did say he was… the possessive type. But! You didn’t notice the possessiveness until now! So it’s not entirely your fault.

Okay, maybe his growling at your friend— male, should you note— was a teensy red flag, the constant butting of his head against you was also alerting you. So you maybe-sorta-should’ve predicted this.

Maybe if you realised that Satoru is not entirely human (even though he acts like it), you would’ve remembered he has an amazing sense of smell.

“aaahnn… mornin’ Toru’, how did you sleep hm?” you yawn. The lack of response is unnerving, and rude.

“Hey now, ts’ not nice to ignore me, Satoru.” Again silence, wait—what the-?

“Oof! Satoru—gah!—get off!” You struggle, your overgrown hybrid kitty has decided to pounce on you, his full weight crushing you.

“H-hey—oh!” Did.. did you feel that correctly, is your boy.. oh gosh.

“Mrrow…mn, you smell s’ good.” His breath is hot against your neck, sniffing at your throat, his fuzzy ears rubbing under your chin.

“Mnh—heat, in heat? mrr..” He purrs, big hands encasing yours as the big idiot rocks his hips against your backside— oh my.

“H-huh? No, down Satoru! Bad boy—ooh!—don-don’t!” You try not to moan out as he ruts against you. Licking at the nape of your neck, almost mockingly.

“Heh— shh, I’ll take care of ya. Aw’ you’re so small compared to me..” Satoru breathes, chuckling like he always does.

…

Lets just say, Satoru has become real good friends with the spray bottle.

Note to self: Get him neutered.

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And there are way more incidents as… sexual as these ones. You love the big guy, he’s cuddly, got a fuzzy head, really warm, but he seems to really enjoy mounting you. Like, really badly.

He’s become a menace! I mean, you knew he wasn’t neutered, but you didn’t think he’d be interested in you!

It's almost everyday he tries to get in your pants! Gotta hand it to him, he’s really persistent.

Well, you won’t be taking any of his nonsense today!

“Satoru! Breakfast!” You yell out. You hear him scurrying around the corner, jeez food fein.

“Heh, mm waffles..” He purrs at your feet, nuzzling against the back of your knee.

He wraps his tail around your ankle, hands gently kneading at your leg. Nose twitching at the sugary smells.

“You hungry, sweetie?” You coo, petting the big oafs head.

Awh, maybe you’re being too harsh on him. He’s your baby, he doesn’t know any better!

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Oh who were you kidding, of course he knows what he’s doing! Why are you so gullible?

What was supposed to be a nice, calm, peaceful, non-sexual breakfast, ends up with your mischievous kitty munching on your pussy instead!

He’s got your legs up, knees having small-talk to your shoulders whilst he —quite literally— devours you.

“Satoruuu!— don’t do thaah! Oh!” You squeak. You weakly push on his head, trying to get him away from your front.

Unfortunately, Satoru is a determined cat.

“Mnn, be still. M’ hungry.” He purrs between your legs, the vibrations of his voice send tingles up your spine.

For Satoru, that delicious nectar leaking out of you is heavenly. Until this thin, pathetic piece of fabric ruins his meal. If only he could just…

rripp!

“H-huh? S’toru! Those were expensiveee— haa!” You scold. well, try to. It’s hard to speak when you’re literally breathless.

He tongues at your now naked pussy, slurping all that gooey goodness you so graciously produce. So sweet.

He pulls back, your cunt and his mouth connected by a sloppy string of spit. He coo’s and presses a kiss hard against your clit, making you twitch and moan.

Out of the corner of your eye you see the devil incarnate smiling so sweetly, his tail curling around your ankle. What was once a sweet gesture is now no longer reassuring.

Your ‘innocent’ kitty now has free rein to your more… primal parts. The stronger scent pulls on Satoru’s will, he whines at the sudden, yet aggressive urge to bury himself inside you.

Hmm maybe he should.

Hoisting himself up, Satoru leans back on his calves, admiring the little mess he’s made of you. Flushed red, panting, drooling, and completely high on the pleasure. His pants tighten.

He’s been blessed with such a cute owner!

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Plap! Plap! Plap!

“Haa— d’aww don’t be so shy, master. Heh—fhuck!” Said the devil incarnate, mockingly.

Satoru is a condescending bunch, cute but really full of himself. It’s shows in his way of fucking.

He has you on your back, legs resting on his broad shoulders as he literally folds you in half. Your head is just reeling, your face is covered in his spit, hairline all sweaty, jaw hanging open, and you're burning all over!

His cock is big, too big. It nearly split you in half when he tried to fit it in. He’s never been a patient kitty.

“Awhhh— masterrrr, you’re tightenin’ up sho’ muchhh…” He purrs. Tail swaying mockingly.

Leaning forward, Satoru nuzzles his ears against your cheek, wanting to be pet.

Unfortunately, you’re incoherent to his requests. Too focused on the harsh rutting of his cock into your sticky cunt.

“Heyyy… pet meee,” He whines, “Hm? Heh— tappin’ out already?” His eyes gleam with mischievous-ness as he grins a toothy grin. You’re not gonna make it out alive.

He bites his lip, giggling at your pleasured face. If only he could take a picture, save this moment forever. He cups your face, caressing your sweaty cheeks, then presses a loving kiss to your lips.

“Mwah! Hehe— you’re so cute,” He whispers against your lips.

In midst of this somewhat sweet moment, the pace of Satoru rolling his hips against you increases. Then turning into him full on slamming his hips into yours, huffing as he focuses on pounding you into next week.

All you can do is grip onto him, tugging on his ears. He moans pornographically, drooling as you harshly grip his sensitive ears. The painful yet pleasant sensation sparks something new in Satoru.

With the intent to breed, Satoru turns you over. His chest to your back as he leans his weight on you, arms wrapping tightly around your sweaty skin.

This new position gives Satoru a better chance at giving you some cute mini him’s!

“Oh! Oh!—Toruuu’!” You squeal, tears now brimming in your eyes at the overwhelming feeling that is undoubtedly him.

Without warning, you cum. Hole clenching and spasming and coating his lower body in a translucent liquid.

“Hm—hah— I knew you wan—ahn—wanted me!” He mewls, quickly pounding in and out, creating a wet ‘schlick!’ sound.

Oh you’re so perverted! Letting your precious kitty take you like this!

You’ll never live this down.

Satoru doesn’t seem to care.

“Oooh— m’ cumming, nng— masterrr!” He moans, non-stop humping into your creamy pussy, drooling all over you.

“Not—not insideee! Toru’!” You cry out, pushing your hips back to get him off of you, it does the opposite.

His tail wraps around your thigh as he cums. It splurts frantically inside of you, his cock twitching violently as he whines in pleasure.

It’s hot, sticky and definitely a thick load. It feels endless, liquidy rope after rope. But it feels so refreshing.

He pulls out (you didn’t think he would), nuzzling and purring at the nape of your neck. Innocently licking at your tear-stricken cheeks.

…

It’s been so long since you last experienced this pleasure.

You’ll definitely regret this later.

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Oh god, why did you do that!

Having sex with a hybrid is just a different type of low, even for you!

Oh jeez, you're just as perverted as him! Oh whywhywhywhy! He was just supposed to be a companion! Not a—

“Mrr, pet meee..” Satoru whines, pawning at your chest. He’s back to his old self again.

Mostly. He’s become more… confident in his abilities over you. Let’s just say after your regrettable (not in his eyes) playtime with him, he has no restraint on mounting you now. The idiots even started humping you in public!

Which is why you’ve been leaving him at home.

Now more than ever, you two spend a lot of time together. Mostly consisting of naps, him licking you, more naps, eating… recreational activities, blah blah blah. He now sleeps on your bed, he’s more like an overstayed one night stand than an exotic cat.

He  can’t  lie  and  say  you  don’t  sound  absolutely  amazing   when  Suguru  does  tend  to  you,  Satoru  presses  himself  against  the  door  to  listen,  it  borderline  drives  him  crazy  to  think  how  he  can’t  even  watch.  he’d  love  to  help  you  out  in  his  own,  abit  selfish  way.

He  can  picture  just  how  Suguru  is  treating  you,  whispering  sweet  nothings  into  your  ear,  relaying  how  he’s  gonna  make  it  all  better  for  you,  kissing  and  worshipping  the  ground  you  walk  on  just  because  your  pussy  drowns  from  those  said  words,  he  can  give  you  those  same  things  if  Suguru  would  just  let  him  see  you.  He  hasn’t  seen  you  in  about  three  days  and  he  can’t  help  but  think  he’s  being  tortured  and  left  out  on  purpose,  one  of  you  and  Suguru’s  mean  schemes.

Satorus  cock  stirs  to  life  in  his  sweats,  every  single  moan  is  achingly  just  more  pressure  building  up  in  his  balls,  with  reluctance  he  leaves  the  two  of  you  alone  to  sulk  in  his  own  company.

      It’s  a  few  long  devastating  hours  before  Suguru  comes  out,  a  small  faint  smile  decorating  his  face,  he  settles  down  on  the  comfy  couch  and  relaxes,  letting  Satoru  lay  his  head  in  his  lap  to  receive  those  good  scratches  behind  his  ears.  With  how  much  he’s  been  dealing  with  you  it’s  no  surprise  he  falls  asleep  within  the  next  twenty  minutes.

It’s  definitely  no  surprise  within  the  next  thirty  minutes  after  that  you’re  whining  for   Suguru  once  again.  He  doesn’t  stir  from  his  slumped  state  immediately  like  he  usually  does,  no  he’s  still  sleeping  soundly.  Satoru  could  check  up  on  you?  He  could….  He  knows  he’s  not  supposed  to,  but  when  has  he  ever  truly  listened?

He  slips  up  from  Suguru’s  lap  with  the  stealthiness  of  his  kind,  making  sure  to  quietly  leave  the  room  and  turn  the  tv  up  just  a  bit.

Satoru  presses  open  your  door  and  peaks  in,  his  ears  twitching  in  attention  at  the  way  he  hears  a  sigh,  seemingly  you’re  starting  to  calm  down  at  the  thought  of  Suguru  coming  to  soothe  you  all  over  again  but  he  isn’t  Suguru.  He  steps  into  the  room  with  all  the  confusion  in  the  world,  you’re  sapped  in  the  middle  of  bed  curled  up  in  a  fetal  position,  wearing  nothing  but  a  thin  night-slip,  looking  a  bit  more  he  sees  you  bothered  with  no  panties.

      Satoru  spreads  you  wide  and  open  for  him,  pretty  little  cunt  so  wet  and  glistening,  he  admires  how  cute  you  look  and  how  eager  you’re  being,  you  push  your  hips  towards  his  lips  begging  him  to  give  you  relief,  apparently  Suguru  has  tried  to  only  use  fingers  on  you,  something  about  you  not  being  all  there  yada  yada,  Satoru  couldn’t  care  less.

He  licks  one  long  stripe  up  your  cunt,  savoring  and  practically  shivering  at  just  the  taste  of  you  alone,  you  react  instantly  with  a  buck  of  your  hips,  thanking  him  just  for  that  little  action.  He  spreads  you  open  to  suck  on  your  little  bud,  swirling  his  tongue  around  it  spurrs  you  on  to  move  even  more  erratically.  Something  mischievous  crawls  up  Satoru’s  spine  and  plants  itself  there,  why  should  he  reward  you  for  practically  ignoring  him?  He  switches  from  wanting  to  pleasure  you  to  wanting  to  draw  this  out  as  long  as  possible.

He  doesn’t  suck  directly  on  your  clit  instead  he  shows  love  to  the  outside,  licking  the  areas  around  your  clit,  but  never  where  you  need  it  most,  sweet  pleas  start  making  their  way  forward,  begging  him  to  just  give  you  what  you  need.

Your  thighs  shake  and  flex  around  his  head,  trying  to  get  any  semi  control  over  his  tongue  but  nothing  works,  your  little  puppydumb  brain  cries  out  his  name,  begs   for  release.

He  licks  your  sopping  hole,  ever  so  slowly  laving  over  it  nonstop,  even  sometimes  sticking  his  tongue  inside  your  walls  so  you   clamp  down  around  him  just  for  it  to  be  taken  away  from  you.  You  sometimes  hate  how  Satoru  treats  you,  he’s  always  looking  for  ways  to  rile  you  up  but  you’d  have  never  thought  he’d  attempt  it  when  you’re  the  most  vulnerable  you’ve  been.  He  even  cruelly  stretches  you  open  with  one  finger,  pumping  in  and  out  but  never  ever  licking  your  clit.

When  you  try  to  jerk  him  up  a  little  he’s  so  quick  to  bite  your  thighs  and  growl  out  his  warning,  you’re  on  the  verge  of  crying  now,  but  he’s  still  giving  you  a  little  of  what  you  want  when  he  hears  the  waterworks  start,  giving  your  clit  a  little  kiss  to  keep  you  sedated.  Your  stomach  takes  in  air  but  feels  like  it  doesn’t  give  it  back  in  return,  you’re  so  short  of  breath  that  it  feels  exactly  like  a  chore  to  even  keep  up.

You’re  so  damn  dizzy.

Satoru  licks  up  any  residue  that  slips  from  your  cunt  in  nasty  globs  around  his  fingers,  his  warm  mouth  forcing  more  and  more  to  slip  directly  onto  his  tongue  and  of  course  he  swallows  it  with  no  issue,  even  licking  some  that  slips  down  from  your  pussy  to  your  ass.

       This  goes  on  for  what  feels  like  hours,  Satoru  taking,  giving  and  taking  even  more  from  you  till  you’re  completely  boneless,  all  you  can  do  is  lay  limp,  the  slight  buzz  thrumming  throughout  your  body  and  let  the  leopardhybrid  have  his  fun,  of  course  he’ll  come  up  and  even  spare  you  a  little  kiss  which  you’ll  eagerly  return.  He  doesn’t  spare  your  boobs  either,  tugging  on  them  and  teasing  them  terribly  sore,  sucking  on  them  between  his  sharp  teeth  with  no  regard  for  your  wellbeing.

When  Suguru  finally  comes  to  and  finds  Satoru  no  where  within  eyeshot  and  a  terrible  gut  feeling  does  he  finally  make  his  way  to  his  sweet  girl.  He’s  not  even  surprised  to  find  Satoru  being  a  mean  bastard,  he’s  always  been  like  that  ever  since  Suguru  had  brought  him  home  and  it  only  got  worse  when  he  brought  you  home  a  few  months  after,  he  was  always  terrorizing  you  with  harsh  pranks,  and  you’d  come  to  him  crying  wishing  to  be  reassured  with  what  he  was  did  was  wrong.

It’s  about  time  he’s  a  taste  of  what’s  it’s  like  to  be  on  the  receiving  end.

After  making  sure  you  were  okay  with  gentle  kisses  and  even  more  sweet  words,  does  Suguru  restrain  Satoru,  he  just  wasn’t  sure  what  to  do  about  your  heat  but  providing  you  endless  orgasms  until  you  fell  asleep  but  now  he’s  perfectly  aware  of  what  to  do,  with  you  being  wet  enough  from  your  previous  ministrations,  it’s  not  hard  for  him  to  lift  you  right  above  Satoru’s  weepy  red  tip  and  slide  you  down  onto  his  cock,  a  sound  which  he’s  never  heard  before  releases  itself  from  the  confines  of  your  throat.

This  is  probably  exactly  what  you’ve  needed  the  entire  time,  a  cock  to  fill  you  up,  and  it  does,  it  slides  against  your  walls  with  ease,  down  nice  and  gently  till  you  bottom  out  completely.  Satoru  groans,  he  thinks  about  how  Suguru  should  be  livid  he’d  been  messing  with  you  for  a  better  part  of  an  hour  but  his  expression  remains  neutral  whilst  he  kisses  and  holds  your  waist  from  behind,  his  eyes  completely  fall  on  you  and  only  you.

The  jealously  bubbles  up  again,  jealously  from  Suguru  holding  you  and  how  you’re  being  held  by  so  close  to  his  owner.  Satoru  whines  like  a  pup,  hating  how  left  out  he  feels.

      Suguru  starts  a  nice  pace  for  you,  slow  and  sensual,  aware  of  just  how  worked  up  you’d  been.  But  he’s  absolute  torture  for  Satoru  he’s  always  hated  slow  sex  for  himself,  especially  when  his  cock  is  being  used,  he’s  being  ignored  and  yet  you’re  receiving  pleasure.

When  you  get  used  to  the  size  of  him  then  does  Suguru  speeds  up  your  hips,  pussy  fluttering  and  pulsing  around  him,  your  head  bounds  back  against  his  shoulder  while  he  does  literally  all  the  work  for  you,  giving  your  pussy  all  that  it  needs  straight  from  the  source.

Satorus  the  one  who  cums  first  with  a  loud  yelp,  blurry  foggy  eyes  trying  to  focus  but  it’s  impossible  with  the  way  his  balls  squeeze  and  tighten.

you’d  think  after  an  intense  orgasm  like  that  Suguru  would  stop,  he’s  learned  his  lesson  but  he  doesn’t,  he  keeps  bouncing  you  on  his  cock  for  hours  after  that,  keeping  you  awake  so  you  can  get  everything  out  of  your  system  for  today,  it  feels  fucking  amazing  having  your  cunt  filled  with  massive  amounts  of  cum,  cum  that  just  helps  push  you  over  the  edge  again  and  again,  with  Suguru  helping  rub  your  clit  you’re  having  such  an  amazing  time,  blinding  by  the  pleasure  deep  within  your  core  while  Satoru  tries  to  buck  you  off  of  him  just  for  Suguru  to  send  a  harsh  slap  to  his  thigh,  he  obeys  with  no  objections.

You always wondered the same thing with each new doll that was donated to the orphanage. Every month there would be a donation of new toys and you’d be the most excited one for them. You’d always be the first one to look into the box, many kids complained that you had an advantage because you were an animal. Ms. Ranai told you to pay no mind to them as you’d continue to be first and look at all the toy cars, building blocks, figurines, animal plushies, and dolls. Pretty plastic dolls. Like mini runway models of— humans, of course. Back then when you were younger you’d assume the ears and tail fell off of it and you’d search the box or boxes to see if you could find them. You never did. The caregivers suggested you the animal plushies instead but, was it really the same? You aren’t an animal; but you aren’t a human either. Oh, how complicated it was to be a hybrid child.

You remember hiding in the corner of the playroom, behind the toy box with a pair of scissors, glue, a mouse plush, and a pretty, perfect, plastic doll. You’d cut off the ears and tail of the plush and glue them onto the doll. The stuffing would get everywhere, but you slid them into the corner so that the caretakers wouldn’t notice them. You’d finally have a doll that looked like you. It had the ears and the tail, the hands and the feet, a pretty, hybrid, plastic doll.

You were snapped out of your thoughts by the calling of your name. You peek your head from your hiding spot to see Ms. Ranai, one of the older caretakers, spotting you. “That’s where you are, I’ve been looking everywhere for—“ She notices what you have done to the toys, “What in the world did you… nevermind. Come on, girl, your friend is about to leave for his new family. You have to say goodbye,” she pulled you out from behind the toy box by your wrist and dragged you down the hall to the entrance. You don’t remember a friend though.

Outside was the boy sitting on the steps, a backpack in hand, stuffed full with all his stuff. He heard the click of the door opening and whipped his head around, his gaze meeting Ms. Ranai then down to you. He smiled brightly.

“You came!” He scrambled to stand up.

Ms. Ranai smiled at the cheery boy, then down to you. Tapping your back, making you respond, “Yeah.”

“She couldn’t let you go without seeing for one last time.” Ms. Ranai smiled for you. The boy knew better though. “Oh! It looks like your family is here to pick you up now.” You raise your head to see a car pulling up to the curb. You glance away as the parents step out of the car.

“Ah—“ he turned his attention back to you, “Thank you for seeing me before I go,” the boy pulled out a bracelet from his pocket. He lent out a hand for yours. Hesitantly, you took it. He brought your wrist up and tied the handmade bracelet around your wrist. It sparkled with every pretty bead he could find in the bead box. “There,” he took a step back, “it’s for you! A friendship bracelet and something to remember me by.” You stared down at the bracelet, seeing it sparkle in the sun.

“I don’t have anything for you,” you mumbled

“Oh! Don’t worry about it! I never expected anything back,” he reassured but it made you feel more bad. You gripped tightly onto the doll you forgot was still in your hand before holding it up to him.

“For you— to remember me by.” You looked at the boy’s surprised face. He smiled softly as he gently took it out of your hands.

“It looks like you.” His small finger stroked the ear, “Thank you, nothing in the world would make me forget you though!” He smiled. Ms. Ranai reluctantly stopped the moment between you two as it was time for him to go. Ms. Ranai and you waved him off. That was the last time you’ve seen him. The first gift you ever got and first friend. Everytime you remember this day you feel bad. You never remembered his name, let alone his face. Ms. Ranai would tell you he’d be the boy that played with you during play time. All those moments were lost to time now.

Once the car was finally out of view, your smile dropped slightly, “Ms. Ranai?” You began, “Why do parents always pick the humans?”

“They don’t always do. You just tend to not be what they’re looking for.”

You knew what that answer meant though. Parents come to adopt a kid, not a pet.

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“Doesn’t she carry diseases and stuff?”

“I heard you’d get rabies if she bites you.”

“Wha?! That’s so scary!”

“I feel bad for Chisaki, she’s the one who always has to sit next to her.”

“Who are we whispering about?” Your presence startled the three girls. You peered down at them from the window.

“O-oh! We didn’t see you there..”

“We were talking about another girl from class 2-B.” Another made up an excuse. One girl whispered to the other two girls.

“We— have to get going now uh- see you,” the girls scampered away like they were scared. One looked like they could shriek like they saw a rat. No rodent in sight but you.

You remember Highschool being fuzzy memories as not much happened. It was uneventful at most, except the times people spoke about you behind your back. No one bothered saying it to your face or put their hands on you because they feared a disease from you. When you were younger, it was a stupid thought, but you sometimes hoped it’d be like in the movies and people would say nasty words to your face. Someone would finally say something to your face. At least you’d come home with something to talk about. It was such a stupid thought every time you looked back on it.

“How was school?” Ms. Ranai would ask you as you finished preparing coffee for her, right after preparing dinner for the other kids. Over the years her skin sagged lower and her gray hair thinned. You hated being part mouse. You could hear her heartbeat slow every day.

“The usual,” you replied bluntly, placing a cup of coffee in front of her. You take a seat across from her.

“You always say that but never elaborate,” She took a sip of her coffee.

“Go to school, class, lunch, class, go home. There’s not much to really talk about,” you yawned, watching Ms. Ranai places down her cup with a soft thud, “My grades are good if that’s what you’re wondering about,” you smiled subtly and reassuringly.

“Don’t you think you should be having some fun with friends right now and still not at this orphanage with this old lady?” Damn.

“Hey— you tryna say I’m a loser, Ms. Ranai?” You raised a brow at her with scoff.

“You’re already gonna graduate in a few months, you’re going to head off to college, I can’t be the only person you’ll still talk to by then. I’m not gonna get any younger,” She furrowed her brows at you. The cold reminder made you quiet. You leaned back into your chair with crossed arms.

“I don’t think I am going to college,” you responded quietly as you glanced away, expecting some scolding. Ms. Ranai’s expression turned neutral, leaning closer with interest.

“Then what are you going to do, girl?” Her voice was eerily calm.

“I don’t know.” You rolled your eyes, “probably work here,” you waved your tail, gesturing to this place.

“I’m not going to hire you just because I know you.”

You frowned, “Then I’ll find a job somewhere else. Retail or fast food.”

“Are you gonna be happy with that?”

“I’ll be lucky enough to find a retail job to take on a rodent hybrid as an employee. It’s already a luxury for hybrids to have a stable life,” you shot back, leaning onto the table as well. Ms. Ranai paused, taking a deep breath. The silence made you assume you won in this conversation. She looked down and swirled the liquid in her mug.

“Your coffee is good,” she commented.

Your tense shoulders relaxed, “Well I hope so. It’s the only thing I like doing, along with making some light meals,” you shrugged.

“You should do something with that. A cafe of some sort,” her voice softened.

You let out a small laugh in disbelief, “Yeah no, no one is going to eat the food from a hybrid let alone I somehow get enough money to even open a place.”

Ms. Randi shrugged with a soft and faint smile, “food connects us all in more ways you could imagine, girl. You should give it a shot one day.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll probably be taking of you when I graduate, Ms. Ranai,” her smile faltered and she sighed.

“You need to dream bigger, you stupid girl.”

You frowned at the disappointed sigh. Did she really expect you to take on that idea?

A cafe. How stupid.

———

“Scram! Ya’ damn rodent, before I call the cops!” The bar owner threw you out onto the hard and snow covered asphalt, before slamming the door on you.

“Jeez! Fuck. I heard you for the first time! jackass. Didn’t need to throw me onto the ground…” You muttered to yourself through clenched teeth. You got up, brushing the snow and dirt off of yourself. You picked up your beanie that was hiding your big mouse ears from the snow. You caught a glimpse of the “No Hybrids allowed” sign hooked onto the door.

You frowned at the sign, tearing your gaze away from it as you walked away with your hands shoved in your pocket. It’s not worth it.

You walk back, tearing the sign off the door, and tossing it into a nearby trash can. Now you begin walking home. You never even liked that bar anyway. It was just the closest one after a long day of working at a crummy gas station. The scent reeked in there, you’d remember. The whole city reeked. Maybe it was because of your heightened senses of being a hybrid it bothered you more than most. But cities are supposedly the most hybrid friendly places in the country, not many options for someone like you to go.

The city. You’d hear each step made on the cement. Each crunchy step made on the snow. Every whisper and laughter. Every shift of gears in each car passing through. The faint music playing in each restaurant. Each flap of a bird’s wings flying high. Sucks, no? And it’s only night. During the day it’s worse. That’s just being a hybrid though. Heightened senses. “Superhumans.” That’s what hybrids were created to be eighty years ago. Now you all roam the streets as other humans, suffering from what is supposed to deem you as “better.” It’s a joke to ask to be equal to a human. It was biologically and socially impossible.

You got back home sighing in relief from the quietness of Ms. Ranai’s apartment. You shut the door behind you, shuffling for your keys to lock it. “I’m home!” You called out and slipped out of your shoes and into house slippers, “The bar found out I was a hybrid and kicked me out. The owner was nasty about it though, the asshole dragged me out of there and threw me onto the pavement,” you hung up your jacket on the racket. It was quiet, eerily so, “Ms. Ranai?” You called out. A cold and tense feeling welled up in your chest. You ran down the hall to her room, “Ms. Ranai!—“

You hate being a hybrid. You hate how you had to watch every human make friends with one another and you’d get left out like some freak. You hate how all the boys and hybrid boys all crush on the human girls. You hate how you couldn’t even get a job at a fast food restaurant because of lack of experience but the next morning you saw a little high schooler work there instead. You hate how you can’t even get a drink at a run down bar with average tasting alcohol because of your ears and tail. You hated how you couldn’t hear Ms. Ranai’s heart beat anymore.

You remember Ms. Ranai’s funeral was on a beautiful morning of snowfall. You stared out the window, watching each flake slowly fall down onto the cement. You left the responsibility of what happens to her body to the other caregivers at the orphanage. It was something you wanted to do but wondered if it was the right thing. You could see all the kids from the orphanage were in the other room, crying, confused, or neutral. You saw yourself in all of them. You lost the only person who was close to you. You lost a caretaker. You lost someone who was just there for you because you never got adopted. You were snapped out of your thoughts as you heard your name get called out.

“Yes? That’s me,” you spoke softly, turning your head to see a woman approaching you.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you miss,” a woman bowed respectfully to you, “I am sorry for your loss. Are you already aware that Ms. Ranai has left everything to you in her will?”

“Yes, I’ve heard already.”

“Mhm, she also wanted me to deliver this to you as well,” the woman handed you an envelope.

“Ah, thank you,” looking down at the envelope in your hands you open it slowly. You slip out a piece of paper, unfolding it to reveal a letter. You read through it quickly, letting out a chuckle. The amused sound caused the woman to tilt her head curiously, “that persistent old woman…” you mumble to yourself, “thank you miss, again,” your sorrow filled eyes replaced with a friendly gaze as you nodded at her while placing the letter back in the envelope.

“Yes, of course, miss.” The woman smiled back softly at you before making her leave.

You guess you could give it a shot.

———-

“Last night, two Highschool girls were reported to be missing from Ine, Kyoto, adding on to the overwhelming increased amount of missing persons cases from the beginning of last month—“

The News played from the small TV hung up in the corner as you stood from the counter, rubbing a glass clean with a cloth. The warm, orange rays of sun shined harshly through the windows, giving light to each empty booth. The glass gleamed with a glossy-like surface after you pulled the cloth away. You turned your attention fully on the TV as there were no customers to serve.

Another missing persons case? That’s the fifth one this month. At least it’s only from the town over.

“There were no signs of a break in but reports of hybrids found around the same area of the disappearances.”

The TV showed a low quality image of a blurry silhouette knocking over a trash bin. You clicked your tongue and frowned at the sight, placing the glass down with some force. Your tail flicked angrily as you muttered to yourself, “Now that’s just a lot of bull crap, that easily could’ve been some stray alley cat not a hybrid.”

“I know right?”

You shrieked as you jumped from the sudden other voice that was right next to you. You whipped your head around to see a buff and lean snow leopard hybrid sitting on one of your barstools. His hair was spiky and as white as the clouds. He wore near pitch black rectangular sunglasses and a smug smirk. He looked like a big guy, how in the world did you not hear him come in? Maybe you really do need to get a bell…

You muttered a curse to yourself as you held your chest, “I am so sorry sir— how long have you been there?”

“Not long so don’t worry,” he flipped out a flier, “I’m here to apply for the job!” He grinned widely as presented the near faded out print of the flier.

You never expected to hire someone at all, truthfully. Who would want a hybrid as their boss? You didn’t expect to even see another hybrid so far from Tokyo either. Let alone this weirdo that appears out of thin air waving your old flier you put out the first week you got here, looking for workers. Some people tore it right off the walls once they saw it. Not like you were surprised, but still offended. Hybrids are usually not welcome in towns in the countryside, but at least it was far quieter than the city. It’s why you went out here so far with the money Ms. Ranai left for you. A chance to give yourself time to find something to dream about.

You glanced up from the flier to him, his boyish smile made your eyes narrow skeptically. Looking back on it you don’t know why you eventually allowed such a man to be your first employee. But…

You don’t regret your decision.

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