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"Shouto! Room 18 is booked for you."
The soft murmur of chatter and swishing of clothing quieted instantly. All eyes darted to the looming shadow that stretched down the stairs despite the owner of it being nowhere in sight. Enji's voice traveled easily through the crowded dressing room, shaking the walls and filling everyone with fear. The large man didn't wait for a response and stomped back up the stairs, slamming the door behind him. The workers returned to getting dressed though they were less lively than before. They now talked with hush voices and kept their heads down.
Shouto sighed and turned his chair, so he faced the mirror. Mismatched eyes, grey, and blue framed with thick white lashes stared back at him. A small patch of red fur surrounded his blue eye, making the blue look more saturated. Shouto's eyes were dark and lacked the light that told others, 'this person is happy to be alive.' The glimmer had left them years ago when he was first brought to the brothel by a trapper. He was only a pup, barely able to walk without tripping over his long tail, and he was put to work. Shouto served drinks, performed humiliating dances, and did tricks for all the filthy people who went in and out of the front doors. Doors he'd never get the pleasure of walking through. The patrons grabbed at his ears and pulled on his tail. They begged to peek at his knot and went so far as to yank at his clothing to see it. Filthy words poured from their mouths as they did so, 'Knot my pussy and fill me up, pretty boy' was a frequent phrase he'd heard over the years. It frightened Shouto at first. Those people were so aggressive and vulgar. It had already taken him a while to get used to the humiliating things they asked of him, but now they wanted more. They wanted him bare and flushed from cheeks to dick tip.
After many months of people begging for him to be put on the menu, even though he was still underage, Enji obliged. A week later, Shouto found himself being booked months out. He had a new customer and was asked to do something more disgusting every day. However, it took a little while for him to grow numb to the requests. It became a part of his everyday life, pleasing strangers regardless of his feelings. Giving his body, his time, his everything, just for the money he'd never get to see.
The workers at the brothel were paid with housing, necessities, and sustenance. Sometimes they'd get new outfits, but it depended on their role. If the clothes were going to get torn off anyway, you had to make them last longer than expected. Enji didn't care how it was done, but you had to make it work, whether it be to do a strip tease for the client so the clothes were taken off before they had a chance to ruin them or have them fall in love with you and want to buy you more.
Shouto grabbed his brush from off the counter and proceeded to groom himself. His red and white hair had grown well past his shoulder blades and tickled the middle of his back. The brush's bristles tidied the strands of hair, preventing them from curling up towards his fuzzy white ears perched on top of his head. Once his hair was neat, he moved on to the sections of hair on his body, smoothing out the frizzy strands. Soft red and white fur sprouted from his elbow down to his fingertips. More fur tapered down from the middle of his abdomen to his feet. Shouto had slender fingers with long, thick nails similar to claws but not as deadly. He filed and buffed them every few days to keep them shiny and clean. His feet were paws, thick mounds of fur with soft pads on the bottom. Short and sharp claws poked out from within the tufts. Shouto bared his teeth in the mirror to check for any bits of food. His teeth were similar to an average human's, except his canines and secondary incisors were a bit longer and sharper.
He was what the scientists called a hybrid. A mixture of both human and animal. It was more common now than ever, but not because society had grown more sexually progressive over the last few years. No, they saw hybrids as fetishes. Sex toys used to fulfill their sexual fantasies. So most, if not all, hybrids born in the last 15 years were products of sexual deviancy. Shouto believed that, at one point, hybrids were made by accident. Overly curious and horny humans couldn't control their urges and mated with animals, but they never thought the DNA would be able to merge to form a fetus. They never had before. Maybe it was an evolutionary trait to strengthen the human race or to make the animal kingdom more diverse and intelligent; the possibilities were endless. The reason didn't matter; however, Shouto was now forced to live as some sick fucks plaything for the rest of his life because someone couldn't keep their hormones at bay.
Shouto admired his body in the wide mirror. He had a slender frame with defined muscles and pale skin. He ran his hands down his sides and stomach, enjoying the soft texture of his coat while his tail wagged gently behind him. Something it had yet to do in a long time. Was it because Shouto looked better than he had in the last few months? No tear streaks, bloodshot eyes, or bruises littering his delicate skin. It was hopeful thinking, but maybe today would be better than the others. Hopefully, he wouldn't be subjected to the same treatment as he was two months prior.
His eyes darted to the new black attire sitting on the counter. There were tight straps and smooth metal rings adorned to it. The outfit was a gift from one of his latest customers. He was obsessed with showing his ownership over Shouto even though he knew as soon as he left, some other paying customer would come in and take Shouto's knot just as they did. The hybrid lifted the thin fabric with one of his nails and eyed it closely. He could tell from looking at it that it would barely cover anything.
"Sh-Shouto," a voice called from behind him.
He looked up to see his closest friend reflected in the mirror. Shouto noticed the other hybrids looking at them, though they tried not to make it obvious.
"Yes, Izuku?"
The small bunny hybrid trembled violently. Izuku was easily startled, so it was nothing new, but for some reason, Shouto felt something was wrong. His green floppy ears were pressed tightly on his head, hidden behind a mountain of green curls, and his small button nose twitched constantly.
"It's Mister. He-he wants you."
"I haven't finished getting dressed yet."
"He's very insistent, Shouto, and he wants me to bring you."
Shouto sighed and nodded. He carefully climbed into the nylon ensemble, adjusting the straps and ensuring the rings were facing the correct direction. The top was made entirely of belts and metal rings; they crossed over his chest and wrapped around his neck. The rings encircled his nipples and parts of his abdomen, where parts of them were hidden in his fur. The bottoms were made of a thin piece of nylon stretched obscenely over his cock. It all but burst from behind the material. His fur curled over the top in soft ringlets, emphasizing how tight the bottoms were. The cloth was styled as shorts, but they were far too small and rode up his thighs into more of a feminine swimsuit bottom. Straps and rings adorned the panty-like shorts and tightly hugged his thighs and hips. His flesh bulged from underneath, making his lower body look more curvaceous and full than it really was.
After adjusting and hearing Izuku's anxious whimpers, he nodded to let the bunny know he was ready. Shouto walked closely behind his friend as they walked through the crowd and ascended the stairs. The wolf hybrid fought the urge to fidget from all of the eyes burning into his back.