hybrid ghost

You and Simon had been in a relationship for quite some time. Though his rank as a lieutenant placed him above you, a sergeant, your dynamic was always one of mutual respect and camaraderie. But there was something unique about the two of you—both hybrids, with Simon being a canine, specifically a German shepherd.

As a rabbit hybrid, you had a gentler nature, one that showed itself in the privacy of your shared quarters. You often sought affection on your own terms, occasionally allowing him to touch your ears, though you were quick to signal when you had enough. The tenderness went both ways; you were just as quick to shower him with affection whenever the mood struck.

Being a rabbit hybrid, you had to endure those unmistakable heat seasons. You usually tried to suffer through them in silence, claiming that you could resist the urge. Yet, Simon noticed that whenever he was away on missions or training, you'd often "borrow" his belongings—a mask, a shirt, anything that carried his scent—to discreetly take care of your needs.

This month was no different. Caught in the throes of your heat, you assumed Simon would be away longer on his mission. You reached for his old skull mask and one of his shirts that still held his scent. Settling yourself on the mask to create some friction, you inhaled deeply, letting his familiar scent fill your senses. Your ears pinned back as you focused intently on your task, lost in the sensation.

But then, you heard the latch of the door to your shared quarters click open. Before you could react, he walked in, locking eyes with him as he froze in place.

"In your heat, love?" he asked, his eyes flicking to your swishing cotton tail. "You could’ve just asked for help instead of using my mask." He added with a small chuckle, his own tail wagging slightly behind him.