The Billionaire Couple’s Hybrid Mate

Ariel’s POV: Two sets of heavy footsteps sounded from outside the door and I shivered from the effect of the sound. Those heavy footfalls could only belong to one person and that person never meant good wherever he went, especially if he had another person with him. I could hear the whimpers coming from the cots around me and I knew that the other hybrids must be hyperventilating in panic as much as I was. It was late. I couldn’t be sure of the exact time since there were no clocks in the room, but it had been a while since we had been fed the disgusting bowl of oats as dinner and since we were usually fed really late in the evening, It meant it was definitely an ungodly hour. Which could mean only one thing. There was going to be an illegal sale. It happened all the time around here. So much that one would think that we should have gotten used to it, but that was never the case. It was never easier to deal with each time it happened because everyone feared that it could be their turn to be sold. And an illegal sale meant hell for any hybrid. Well, even a legal sale wasn’t exactly a better option but at least the government pretended to care and they tried to check up on the hybrid in their new home at least once, if one was lucky then maybe they could come twice to be sure all was well, but that never happened with an illegal sale, so it gave the owner liberty to do whatever they pleased. The door creaked open and it seemed like all the little noise in the room immediately seized. I could hear the hybrid beside me try to even hold their breath just so they didn’t draw any attention to themselves. The light was flipped on and Micheal- the hybrid trainer- strolled into the room, with a disgusting looking, fat, round man with a bald head. The man smiled in lust once he caught sight of all the hybrids sitting around in their cots and I got a glimpse of his yellowing teeth. I shivered in disgust at the sight and averted my eyes quickly so I didn’t mistakenly make any eye contact with him. The man hummed in what seemed to be satisfaction and he began to walk the length of our filthy room. Stopping at each cot to observe the hybrid it held. The closer he got to me, the harder my heart thrummed. I had never been picked by a patron before, not legally or otherwise and I preferred my situation the way it was. Life at the hybrid home was hell. From the poor care to the harsh trainings, to the starvation. I hated every bit of it. But having lived in the home for the majority of my life, I was accustomed to how it worked. At least here, as long as you obeyed instructions and did what was expected of you, then you didn’t have to be punished. Plus, I had all my friends here and that was all the comfort I needed. There were people that understood me and we had formed a tight knit bond over the years that helped us survive each day. There were hybrids that had once been sold but were returned on account of bad behavior or lack of satisfaction from their new owners and their account of what happened outside the walls of the hybrid home was enough to seal my decision. I did not ever want to be bought. I would stay here and be at Michael’s mercy, which was inexistent than be bought by a human and treated even worse. It seemed like the devil was on my case tonight because the moment that thought went through my head, the fat short man came to a halt by my cot. My head remained bowed in submission like we had been taught. Never make eye contact with a human. That was one of the basic rules that had been grilled into us. I heard a grunt come from the man and I flinched in reaction but kept my head bowed. A big, rough palm came into my line of vision and in the next second, it was connecting with my chin and my head was raised. The man’s eyes were shining with what seemed to be excitement and lust. He ran a hand through my head, scratching behind my ears that stuck out and I recoiled in irritation. “A puppy hybrid. Really rare.” The patron whispered, more to himself than any person in the room. It was true. There were so many hybrids that existed but from this part of the state, we were rare and as so we fascinated the patrons even more. He continued to run his fingers through my ears, pricking the sensitive organ more than he were actually petting it. I did not enjoy my other ears being pet and it irritated me when patrons did it. I was the last puppy hybrid remaining in this home and the only reason I had not being snagged by a patron was my skinny, malnourished frame. Patrons found me undesirable and although most patrons were fascinated by the puppy hybrids, they usually avoided purchasing one, since we were much smarter than the other hybrids and were closer to passing for humans than animals. “What is this one’s name?” The man asked Micheal. “Ariel.” Micheal replied, eyes locked on mine in a warning. I recognized the warning in those eyes immediately. Micheal was warning me to be on my best behavior and stay quiet. “Pretty eyes.” The man whispered. Like most hybrids, I had a unique feature that came in form of my eyes. My eyes were a pretty cerulean, streaked with hazel and the colors drew anyone that looked into my depths in. “I’m taking this one.” My heart dropped at those words. I was being sold, and what was worse; I was being sold illegally. Micheal clapped his hands with glee as he turned to address the fat man. “Mr Anthony, I can assure you that you’ve made an excellent choice. Ariel is a wonderful hybrid! Please come with me to my office to finalize the details while Ariel is prepped to leave with you.” Micheal said, ushering the man out of the room. A cry tore out of my throat the moment the duo left the room and I heard the other hybrids scramble out of their cots in my direction. “It’s going to be okay Ariel.” “You’ll be fine Ariel.” “Maybe it’s not that bad Ariel.” These were some of the words of comfort that were thrown my way by my friends. But they were all wrong. It wasn’t fine, I wasn’t going to be okay and this was definitely worse than anything could be. Being sold illegally was the absolute worst way to be acquired. Your records were merely thrown away and your existence wiped off the surface. It meant that the government no longer had a track on me. They couldn’t intervene if anything happened to me, my new owner could do anything that they wanted to me and it wouldn’t matter because I wasn’t there to begin with. Hybrids that were acquired illegally, were treated the worst and they barely survived a year wherever they were taken. Hybrids were generally maltreated, abused and degraded but in whatever way they were treated, the owners never had a right to their lives. They always had to keep them alive and that meant feeding them, clothing them and not going over the edge with the abuse, but none of the rules applied when it came to an hybrid that had been acquired illegally. And now, this was my fate. “Ariel, come with me.” Michelle said from the doorway. She was the woman in charge of the kitchen and of caring for us. She was the closest thing that most of us had to a mother as she showed us real care and tried her best to be there for us in whatever way the situation permitted. I struggled out of my cot and made my way out of the room, following Michelle’s retreating frame in the direction of the bathroom. My frame still shook with bitter sobs and my legs wobbled from the effect. My vision was blurry and I could barely see the path in front of me. I had thought of different ways that I would be sold, but none of the scenarios ever compared to this. Illegal sales were rare and far in between and we only ever witnessed one, once in a while. I walked into the small bathroom stall after Michelle and the older woman was already twisting the knobs. “Take off your clothes Ariel.” She instructed and I did as she said. Stripping off the tattered clothes that covered my frame, I wrapped my tail around my privates to shield it. Michelle smiled in reaction to the act and pulled me gently towards the shower to begin scrubbing me clean. “I understand how devastated you must be feeling Ariel, but it’s going to be okay. Always remember your trainings and do exactly as your owner commands. Don’t ever be disrespectful or rude. Remember to be submissive always and follow every rule your owner lays for you.” Michelle advised. And at her words a fresh bout of tears began pouring down my eyes. This was real, it was happening and nothing was going to change it. Michelle was very wrong. It wasn’t going to be okay, even when I followed every rule that was set out for me and I remained really submissive, I would still be abused. Nothing was going to be fine. “Close your eyes.” Michelle instructed before wetting my head and rubbing in some soap. I did not enjoy my ears getting wet but I knew I couldn’t complain so I forced myself to remain still and allow her work on getting me completely clean. Once I was properly cleaned and dried, Michelle took me to the separate dressing room and gave me some new clothes to wear. I could see the sadness in the older woman’s eyes and that was all the confirmation I needed that my situation was going to be terrible. At this point, tears fell down my eyes uncontrollably and I only stood in place and let them fall. “It’s going to be fine Ariel. You’re a strong girl.” Michelle whispered to me, pulling me in for a warm hug. I was going to miss her. She was the only person that made living in this hell hole just a little better and I was grateful for her. She wiped my tears with her palms and held my hands in hers, pulling me out of the room and in the direction of the reception. The moment I stepped into it, my heart stuttered to a stop. My new owner had a leash in his hands and he seemed to be lost in conversation with Micheal. The moment he noticed my presence in the room though, he stopped his sentence midway and his yellow teeth flashed in my direction in a smile before he walked in my direction. Taking my face in his hands he hummed in satisfaction at my apparently cleaner form, but in the next second the smile was wiped off his face. He clasped the leash around my neck and with a large hand he pressed on my shoulders and forced me down my knees. He tugged the leash in trial and laughed loudly when it fit what he had expected. The leash felt very uncomfortable around my neck. It was made for a dog and the scratchy item choked me. Tugging at the leash my new owner shook hands with Micheal before proceeding to lead me out of the room, forcing me to remain on my knees and move on all fours and tugging on the leash more than he had to. In seconds, my knees were burning from the cold hard floor. I knew this was barely a tip of what was to come for me in the hands of my new owner and my heart sank even further.