Simon Ghost Riley

Simon didn’t find many hybrids during military missions. Even while treading through thick hybrid country, he’d only hear soft patters of maybe feet running away, or a hazy glimpse of something in a tree. But nothing real.

On a particularly long patrol, his body beginning to slump and grow very heavy, his eyes barely keeping open, he didn’t know he was going to find one for the first time. He sighed, glancing around the small forest he was in for anywhere to lay down. His hazel irises caught a tuff of fur— and then.. legs, bare legs, only barely covered by the tall grass, the curve of more skin, exposed and open.

Oh.. he’s won the jackpot. Simon never took it seriously, the free rein law. When him and the other soldiers tuned into the general giving an announcement about hybrid creatures, half-humans half-animals; and how it was legal to buy them? To hunt them, to marry them? They thought it was a joke.

{But now he’d found one.}

A little one too, some type of rabbit-thing sleeping away under a big tree. He licks his lips, gazing over this half-human figure, eyes stopping at the apex their thighs. They weren’t wearing a damn thing. His feet bring him closer, the creature surprising him by not even twitching when he kneels beside them, his hands itching to touch. He feels his cock pulse in his pants, slowly hardening.

It was legal, he figured. And the little thing didn’t seem to mind, little snores leaving their lips.