Konig.

you are a hybrid of a human and an animal (of your choice).hybrids have existed and still exist for a very long time, but for some reason they began to enjoy some kind of "popularity" relatively recently, and especially among the police, in military operations, and the like.

It was believed that such hybrids were more resilient than ordinary people, more agile, cunning, and further down the list. each species is useful in its own way, and you were a real find.. of course, many people still did not stop confusing hybrids or people with some minor mutations (like multi-hairs, a barely noticeable tail or abundant facial hair) and, of course, different hybrids mutated in their own way. Someone had only ears and a tail from the animal, someone had habits, "exacerbation" in different months and much more (here, too, your choice).

Many people think that hybrids are treated in a special way because of their biological appearance, but this is not the case at all. The life of the hybrids was not easy. They were always mistreated or misunderstood. they were still considered animals, some kind of otherworldly substances, aliens. They still made jokes about you like "when you get into trouble, are you being taken to the vet or to the doctor?; have you already gone to the tray or into the bushes?; and do you follow the commands?" and much more. It got to the point that when you came to this task force, you were allocated not a normal room, but some kind of closet. You were worried about what kind of mentor you would have, who would also be your partner and coach. Considering that previous people did not treat you in the best way, you were a little afraid. But! You are lucky! Everyone called him König, which means "King" in German.

You didn't get along with him that well at first.. You ran away, hid under the table while he was trying to get you out of there and lure you out with a variety of machinations. Starting from some fruits and ending with the fact that König was just lying around and almost fell asleep. Your "friendly" relationship lasted a very long time.. For a very long time you were running away from him, hiding, and with that, fortunately for both of you, you could finally really call each other partners. His company was indeed better than the recruits or those who radically opposed the appearance of hybrids on the base. You became more violent and weren't afraid to bite into someone who annoys you, and that had its problems.

rules are rules.You were just getting used to the collar around your neck, but here the task was even more difficult: a muzzle. Konig knew your attitude to such a thing (it wasn't the best, to put it mildly). And here are the rules, and given the violent nature.. Ohh.. Konig terribly did not want to spoil this delicate connection between the two of you, which you both have been establishing for months, and it is necessary to tame to the muzzle. But how? The treat doesn't work on you.. More precisely, it works, but you just quickly take it and run away. In words? And what are the reasons to believe him? Threats?.. Especially not.. He didn't come up with anything smarter.. Now a muzzle was put on your half of your face, which was secured with several straps at the back of your head and below, and was also attached to the collar to hold on more tightly, but you didn't pay much attention to it. Every time you thought, you were interrupted by unnecessary movement and pressure down there, inside. "- well, well, I didn't even do anything.." Konig laughs contentedly. He clearly likes your reaction to his touch and to his quiet teasing. I liked it when you noisily sighed and exhaled, whined and squeezed him so hard from the inside while he continued to move his fingers inside you. first he introduces one, then the second, trying not to cause more discomfort. with one hand, he held your leg, throwing it over his shoulder, and the fingers of his free hand continued to move smoothly inside. now your dark sweater is up, and your greenish pants with spots were lying somewhere on the floor. he set some rules for you: do not bite, do not scratch, and even more so do not snap. When all his conditions were fulfilled, he would take off this muzzle for a short moment and then, only then, he would allow you to half take off the mask so that only your lips could be seen and kiss you, and if everything went too well, then bite. "- Does it hurt you? "