Hybrid Theory Chapter 1
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Chapter One
Just Another Day
The ugly animal mimics every expression and movement I make. When I smile, I watch as his brow lifts and his muzzle parts just enough to let his pink tongue show. As my sadness sets in, the gold eyes mirror the misery in my soul. I wipe away moisture in the corner of my eye and the beast copies my motion dutifully, rubbing a paw-like hand across his brow. That's when I notice my mother standing in my bedroom door. She's almost too quiet for a human. She's been there for a few minutes before I noticed her.
"Kreg, time for you to get ready for your classes" she says, arms crossed beneath her ample bosom, ignoring that I'm having one of my `moods' again. I give her a long sigh.
"For God's sake Kreg, I'll be glad when you outgrow this crap. You're almost 19-years-old, you can't let your so-called friends' teasing get to you like this. I've told you before, you're not a dog and you're not ugly. You're very handsome, in fact" she said. Easy for her to say, she's not the one who looks like a chocolate lab.
"One - My friends are not `so-called', two -- the people making comments are strangers - not friends, and they want nothing to do with this, and three -- you'd obviously say that because you're my mom" I say petulantly. I only have two real human friends, and they are my friends precisely because they don't care about my looks or background. Correction: I have three friends now, since I met Ravan.
I pick up my slicker brush and start combing out my fur beginning with my long thick ears. It's fall and I'm shedding like crazy again; the stress of starting college doesn't help either. I have to stop a couple of times to pull the wads of hair from the brush and I'm only to my shoulders. Mom steps in to get my back where I can't reach and brushes me down to my tail. She starts to pull my boxer briefs down to brush my butt, luckily I'd remembered to put my tail through the tail hole. I jump away.
"Mommmm!" I yell, it's so embarrassing, when she treats me like I'm still a pup.
"Your little butt came out of me; I've seen everything you've got thousands of times" she responds in an annoyed tone. I hold my tongue thinking, _There's certain parts of me you haven't seen in year_s or in their current size I think. She finishes my back all the way to my ankles, and I take the brush back from her.
"Thanks. I can take it from here" I turn back to tell her.
"Looks like your belly fluff needs a trim" she says. I look down and I'm mortified. Not at the belly fluff (I happen to like my belly fluff), but at the predictable outcome of the back brushing -- I chubbed up until my undies look like they have a small sub roll stuffed in them. I turn from her and shift the lump and pass it off as examining the belly fluff, then hurriedly start brushing the fur on my chest and the front of my legs. My tail gently sweeps back and forth, I turn to look at it in the mirror -- an appendage about 18" long, tapering from 2 ½" at its base. Mom peeked in the door again.
"Brushing always makes your dad that way too" she says, much to my further embarrassment. I hurriedly turn away again.
"I'll go get breakfast ready" she says, finally leaving the room. I sit on the edge of the bed and the head of my penis sticks up above the waistband of my Hanes. I pull the waistband down and give the offender a few tugs glancing over at the clock. There's not enough time to take care of it now. Shit, I slept too late to even get a shower. I get back up and pull on my jeans and rummage through and find my Pink Floyd tee shirt to wear today -- the one with the cover of Wish You Were Here on it -- it matches my melancholy mood. I pull on my jeans and check my reflection in the mirror one last time, knock down some stray fur that kicked up when I pulled on the shirt, then head into the kitchen.
"Ah, finally, the Vard of Oak Street" my dad says -- one of his insider dad jokes, "Your mom says you're in another one of your moods."
I don't feel like getting into this tired conversation again, so I just shrug and take my seat at the table. Bacon, eggs and toast. I wait for mom to take her seat and dig in.
"How's your job search going, son" the dog at the end of the table asks me in an irritated tone. He always seems to be irritated with me these days. I think he may suspect...
"Not great so far. Not too many people who want a half-breed working for them" I tell him. His eyes narrow and he exchanges looks with mom and decides not to pursue his line of questioning. He can tell I'm in self-loathing mode today. We finish breakfast in silence. I chug down my juice and get up to leave, then remember.
"Dad, I need some gas" I blurt out. Gods, I hate to ask him for anything. He sighs deeply and gives me a look of impatient disgust, then finally pulls out some bills and hands them to me. "You really need to double down on finding a job son, you're not a child anymore. It's time you started..."
"Yes, sir" I say tersely as I walk out in the middle of his lecture. You'd think it would be easier for me to find something. There aren't that many of us hybrids, we should be a novelty at least. The problem is, sometimes my fellow hybrids don't always come out good. Like the rottweiler-looking half-breed in Minneapolis who went crazy when he hit puberty and mauled half a dozen people in the Mall of America. After the way the media blew that story up, normies are kind of scared of us.
I get on the Yamaha and pull on my helmet, turn the key and let it idle for a minute before taking off. About halfway to school I stop at the Sunoco and fill my tank. $8.45 -- I was riding on fumes. I go in and pay and get my $1.55 in change back. I crank the R7 and hit the interstate and make it to school in about 15 minutes. The bike was my 18th birthday present from my mom and dad. It's my pride and joy. Bright blue and fast as a streak of lightning. I pull into one of the cycle spots in my designated parking lot, secure my helmet, and cross the street toward the building my class is in.
As I open the door to the hallway, I can see Rachel is talking to some of her friends, so I don't bother her. As usual, when I come down the hall, I have everybody's attention. There's still not that many of us around here. I fucking hate it, I just want to blend into the woodwork. Just as most of them are going back to their conversations, Rachel yells out my name as she comes running after me.
"Kreg! I know you didn't just walk by me without saying hello or anything" she jokes, then she looks at my shirt.
"Oh Jesus, you're not in one of those moods again..." she says.
"I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about" I lie, feigning indifference. She rolls her eyes.
"Wonder where everybody is?" I say, more to myself than anything.
"...and by `everybody', you mean Ravan" she says. I try to play it off.
"Yeah, Ravan and Rob, the rest of our bizarre little group" I say pseudo happily. About that time, I spot Rob coming down the hall. Rachel and Rob are the two true friends I was talking about earlier, they are a couple. Ravan, on the other hand is my crush; he's one of the rare handful of half breeds I've met, and definitely the only other one I've met who's into other guys. Yeah, that's right, fate wasn't content for me to be a half breed, I had to be gay too -- trying to check all the boxes I guess. Rob looks at the Apple watch on his wrist.
"Well, we can't wait around anymore, class is about to start" Rob says, and he and Rachel start toward the double doors. As usual, I fall in line behind them. We go in and take our usual seats in the back of the auditorium. Psych 101. Rachel's majoring in Psychology, but for me and Rob it's just an elective to get some of our hours done. The professor starts his lecture and brings up a slide show on the big screen, I'm already getting sleepy. I hear the door open and close and in the dim light I see Ravan sidling up the aisle before flopping down next to me. As he settles, I smell his musk. He must have pulled an all-nighter studying or something, he usually smells like some cologne. I certainly don't mind, other than the fact that his raw scent is causing my shorts to be umm...uncomfortable.
"Hey dude, didn't think you were coming" I whisper. I'm happy he's here, my tail swishes the air behind my chair.
"Long story" he says, brushing the fur out of his eyes. Damn, he's so beautiful.
Why couldn't I have been his variety of half breed, his dad is the Vanterran version of a husky. Ravan's fur is all shades of black, white and gray and his eyes are glacier blue -- simply put, he is gorgeous. He pulls out his laptop to take notes. Ravan is all work and no play when it comes to his classes. I sigh and resign myself to listening to an hour of this bullshit, wondering why I decided to take this class. Of course, I know why I did; the reasons are sitting on either side of me. Even if Ravan hadn't come along, I probably would have taken the class just because Rachel and Rob were taking it -- Ravan just sealed the deal.
Registration was the first time we met. I was between Rachel and Rob in line, and I could see the thick gray mane in front of Rachel disappearing under the collar of his shirt. Gods damn, from the back he was hot. I figured if we were in the same class, at least I could perv out looking at him and relieve some of the boredom of the class. As the semester got under way, and we started talking and becoming friends, I finally stopped looking into his gorgeous eyes long enough to see the rainbow bracelet on his right wrist. How the hell did I miss that before? I pointed to it and hesitantly asked if he was an ally. He looked at me like something just clicked for him too and said no. I gave him a confused look, then after locking eyes again for a minute I realized it was the happiest `no' I could ever hope to get.
Halfway through the psych lecture, the professor allowed us a few minutes intermission to get a drink or use the bathroom. Good thing, I needed to pee. I got up and joined the throng of students into the hallway with Ravan hot on my tail. We had to wait our turn for the urinals and by the time I got my junk out I felt like I was creating my own river. I glanced over at Ravan, standing at the next urinal. He was in deep thought, with his muzzle pointed up at the ceiling. I couldn't help but take a quick glance -- not bad. My mind wandered until the guy waiting behind me cleared his throat. I quickly shook off the drops and tucked my gear away, zipping up as I backed away from the porcelain fixture. I certainly didn't want to be thought more bestial that I was, so I stopped at the sink and washed up on the way out. We still had a few minutes, so me and Ravan went over to the dark area by the doors to talk.
"I could smell what you were up to last night" Rav joked. He wasn't wrong. I'd jacked off several times last night and I guess I was a little musky myself -- you don't seem to smell your own scents as much as others.
"All because of you" I kidded him. Sitting next to him in classes and not being able to touch him. Yeah, he already knows how I feel about him. I'm young and naïve and most of all lonely and horny; of course, I confided in him. The only surprising part was when he told me I was cute. I've never seen myself as `cute'. He traced my muzzle with his hands and petted my slick hair. Over the last weeks I can't think of anything I want more than to be knotted by this dude. Just a figure of speech, we hybrids don't have a knot, though we do have a little thicker ring about an inch or so up from the base.
Too soon the class is over, and I have to part ways with my friends and go three buildings over for a class that is important to my course of study. My major is in biology with my planned concentration in xenobiology. I plan to turn my morbid obsession about my own physiology into a medical career. The class is Introduction to Comparative Biology, comparing and contrasting Vanterran, Human, canine and hybrid biology. Though similar, there are differences. My human classmates' questions always sound like things you'd ask a veterinarian. Most of them don't understand how similar we are, Vanterrans are not dogs. You can't be so far separated by your biology if you're able to reproduce. I knew from the million questions I'd asked my dad growing up that Vanterra developed very similarly to Earth, only lacking the primates of our planet. The seemingly favored lifeforms there were the canids; quite a variety of races of them. My dad's people were from the southern part of Restarra, a huge continent spanning the equator. The climate was warm and they evolved with short fur. Ravan's people, on the other hand, came from the north central mountains where there was snow 75% of the year. He'd recounted stories that his Kamu (Vanterran word for grandma) had told him, much like our fairy tales. Some of them scary, like the tale of Vin and Reena who strayed too far from the village and were captured by the Quantarg, who hung disobedient children from hooks and skinned them alive. Not exactly the kind of story I thought appropriate for kids, but it was a different culture, I guess.
"Mr. Silnorra and Mr. Johnson: please come up" Professor Darrington called out. I groaned under my breath. Why did I have to be the only hybrid interested in comparative biology? I wearily got up and made my way, very self-consciously, to the front of the auditorium to stand next to a human guy who the Professor had obviously chosen because he looks the way I'd look if I were full human. Johnson's hair was the same brown color of my fur, and he had light-brown eyes similar in color to my gold ones. We were roughly the same height, though due to my musculature, I had some pounds on him.
I tried to pay attention to what the professor was saying, but it made me uncomfortable to be standing there with him jabbing me in different places with his pointer as he showed the class the physical features I'd lived with since birth. Unlike my father, my hybrid anatomy left me with a shortened muzzle. The bottom of my face did go into a snout of sorts, but much less prominent that an actual Vanterran or a human dog. He pointed to my ears. I hate my ears. I wish I had ears like Ravan that stood up, mine just flop over and look goofy, hanging there on either side of my head. I guess we're all more critical of ourselves; Rav wishes he had silky smooth fur like mine. Professor Darrington paused for questions from the class. A boy in the very back of the room raised his hand. The professor acknowledged him, and he began to speak. I could see the professor couldn't really hear him. He was crystal clear to me, one of the perks of my heritage. I quickly passed the question on to the professor. Johnson, obviously a bigot, glanced over at me and muttered "fucking freak" under his breath -- apparently the fact that my hearing is superior to his didn't click with him...or maybe it did. The professor went into the differences between Vanterran, canine and human reproductive organs -- thank the gods he didn't ask me to play show and tell on that one. My dad (I'm told) has the standard red rocket like earth canines, however 99% of the hybrids are born with something more similar to a human penis, though with thicker covering skin, somewhere between a foreskin and a sheath. I'm told the thickness of our foreskins make us a little thicker than humans. I blush when I look at the examples on the big screen behind us. Due to bipedal evolution the Vanterran penile sheath is not connected to the stomach but lays free like that of a human. Moving on, the professor has us turn around and face the screen so he can point out my tail and that's when I realize I forgot to fasten my tail strap. I feel the professor using my oversight as a quick way to demonstrate for the class how it works as he seats my tail in the groove and pulls the strap over my tail and snaps it together. Johnson mutters "filthy goddam dog" under his breath and despite my best efforts I produce a low-pitched growl and bare my teeth at him. He quickly looks away. The professor, sensing some drama, releases us to go back to our seats on opposite sides of the auditorium. I finished up my notes and finished typing as the professor announced the end of class.
In the hallway Johnson and some other guys were talking and pointing at me. They were whispering among themselves, but I could hear every word. I almost went to shut them up after hearing a comment about my mother being a `dog fucker'. I stopped and glared at them but shutting them up wasn't really an option. I mean, sure, I'm a little more muscular than Johnson, but no way I could take on him and his four bigot friends. I just did my best to tune them out as I headed out to meet up with Ravan to grab some lunch in the cafeteria. I round the corner and see him at his locker trying to pull off the printed sign someone made saying "No Dogs Allowed".
"Third time this week. Looks like they'd find another joke" he said. I nodded. It's not that everybody is that way, but there are more of them than we'd like.
"Undeveloped monkey brains" I muttered. Ravan's mood lightened up a bit. I waited for him to get done and we headed for the cafeteria. Neither of us had another class for two hours. We get our trays and shuffle through the line; Rav gets a hamburger, but I see the all meat pizza and have to go for that. We pick up our drinks and tap our phones and find a table. As soon as we sit down, the little group at the next table gets up and moves. I make a `what the fuck' motion ending with both my arms laying face up on the table. Ravan takes on of them into his. My dad's people are strong swimmers, and our hands and feet are slightly webbed. I'm not allowed to be on the swim team due to the advantage that little bit affords me. As Rav traces the webbing with his index claw, I feel myself getting heated again and pull my hand away.
"Dude, you should see how red the inside of your ears are right now" Rav teased, holding one of my ears up.
"Cut it out, they'll be kicking us out of the lunchroom" I whisper to him, mostly kidding, but I still looked around to see if anyone was watching.
"I can't wait till this weekend" Rav said.
"Are you sure you can borrow your dad's Jeep?" I asked.
"Yeah, I asked again last night. He said it was good for boys to get out in nature" he answered. We'd still never met each other's parents, but Mr. Vargella, Rav's dad, seemed pretty chill from what I could tell. There were several reasons I had not brought Ravan around my house. The main one was dad; he was...let's just say rough...maybe grating. I still haven't come out to my parents. I know dad will have a stroke and I'll probably be kicked out of the house or worse. Besides, there are class issues. Ravan's dad would be Vandar class back on Vanterra, dad's folks are lowly Van class. I'm biding my time until I do find a job and get an apartment. No way I want to be living in his house after I tell him that. I think he'd probably channel the Quantarg. As far as my parents know, Ravan's just my new hybrid friend.
It's still relatively warm today, so after we finish lunch, we go out on the quad and sit by the fountain. There's a guy playing some old song on the guitar and I perk my ears and listen. The guy is good, and I poke Ravan, and we move closer. When he finishes up, I ask him about the song.
"It's from the 1970s. The singer was Jim Croce" he told us. As soon as we started talking to him, all eyes were on us, as usual. He laid the guitar down and moved closer to us, also looking around at the crowd. I kind of moved away, fearing he had something planned. He quietly said, "Don't worry, I'm a friend" and showed us the fake fur bracelet worn by members of the Zoo Crew. They were a group that had sprouted up on a lot of college campuses. I shook his hand and introduced us. He said his name was Alan and he was pleased to meet us. We chatted a minute, then he said if we liked the other song, we'd like this one and started playing again.
As time goes on
I realize
Just what you mean
To me
And now
Now that you're near
Promise your love
That I've waited to share
And dreams
Of our moments together
Colour my world with hope of loving you
I caught Rav staring at me during the song. Gods, it was almost hypnotic. Rav piped up and asked, "Was that the Croce guy too?"
"No, that was a band called Chicago, but also from the 1970s. Hard to tell, but I'm into history, especially music history" Alan said laughing.
It was getting close to time for our next classes, but as Alan put his guitar in its case and we got up to leave he said we should come and see him at the Prickly Pear, a bar on the edge of campus. "I'm there almost every night" he said.
"For sure" I replied.
My next class was Chemistry and Ravan had Physics; Rav was training to be an engineer like his dad. But we'd see each other again in our last class of the day which was another elective -- Art, drawing and sketching.
After the Chemistry class my brain was fried, and I was so ready for something a little more relaxing. The tables in the art room were arranged in a circle and there was a little raised stage in the center. Usually there would be a table, and the instructor would have a vase or bowl of fruit or something lame like that for us to draw. Today, when we were all seated, the instructor brought in a student in a robe, and she locked the classroom door. I couldn't discern much about the model; the hooded robe hid the facial features and covered everything down to the calves, which were a giveaway that the model was either a Vanterran or a hybrid. The model, who turned out to be a hybrid, disrobed and took the stage. The professor told us what it was we were supposed be looking for; at first just lines of form. On cue, the model dropped the robe on a nearby chair and took a pose. From his looks, I'd say his father was of the Vardar class. He was tall with solid white fur. Of course, being a horny teenager, what I noticed were the huge balls. I had to force myself to ignore them and just draw the fast lines the teacher asked for. Just rough skeletal figures, if that. As he changed posed, we had to shift and try to capture the rough shape and form of the next pose. Finally, the professor had the model take a final pose and the last 20 minutes we just drew him naturally.
After staring at another dude naked for 90 minutes, I was so horny I was on edge, and this was only Tuesday. Our camping trip didn't start for three more days. As we walked out to the parking lot together, I could tell that it had a similar effect on Ravan. We stood, him leaning against his car, and me standing way too close for public consumption in front of him.
"I've really got to get home" Rav whined. He leaned in and kissed me. I looked around in a panic, then relaxed.
"Save it for Friday night" I told him. I huffed and pushed the lump in my jeans down, trying to make it look less conspicuous. I moved back so Rav could get in the car and waved as he backed out. My bike was only an aisle away. I got my helmet on, cranked up and took off for home.
Mom was in the kitchen cooking something. I stopped and let her know I was home. It was only about five o'clock. She said dinner would be about 6:30 which meant dad was working late again. I told her I'd be upstairs studying although I had no such intentions. I went to my bedroom and locked the door. Pulling off my clothes, I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my bathroom and snapped a picture and texted it to Ravan. By the time I sat on the bed, I had a notification -- a picture of Ravan with his jeans tucked below his balls with his cock laying over them with the message `Here's what a man's cock looks like'.
I felt a surge and grabbed my own and started stroking it, a bead of pre started gliding down my glans. I rubbed the slick stuff over my head with my thumb. A fact that most humans don't even know is that penis size is determined from the mother's genes. So, I guess I'm hung like my grandfather on my mother's side -- about five and a half inches, and slightly thicker than average. Ravan's genetics were more generous. His cock about an inch longer and a little thicker than mine. I don't care, as long as he shares it with me. My mathematical brain tells me that if you average them together it gives us 6" each -- I chuckle at my own goofiness.
My phone dings again and there's another picture of Ravan's dick with clear fluid making a thread from his tip hanging down about a foot toward the floor. I stare at the picture and increase my tempo. Another little burp of precum squirts out -- things are getting sloppy now. I send him a quick snap of the shiny mess in progress and rapidly jerk some more. I'm getting that tightening feeling in the bottom of my stomach -- it won't be long now. I get a notification, and the pic shows Rav's belly covered in cum. That's all the incentive my nuts needed, and I go into spasms as I empty my balls all over my stomach in much needed relief. I snap him a quick picture and dig into my bottom nightstand drawer to find my cum rag. After last night, it hasn't had enough time to dry out.
"Can't wait for the weekend" Rav texts.
"Me neither" I text back and quickly pull my underwear back on and unlock the door. I have to turn on my fan and crack a window to dilute some of the musk in the room.
Lambodara 12/16/24
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