There was nothing but darkness. Where were they? How did they get here? Who were they? The person moved a hand. They felt some resistance, like they were underwater. But they didn’t feel anything. Their chest was covered in soft feathers. The hand moved further down, until it found a small slit between their legs. Was she a girl? Hmmm… the thought didn’t feel right. Something pulled at them. Suddenly there was solid ground beneath their feet. Light broke through the thick darkness. They tumbled to the ground. A gush of fluid rushed around them and disappeared into the grated floor. The person coughed out the fluid. They started shivering. Someone put a warm hand on her shoulder. “Hey boy. Don’t be afraid.” He felt the weight and warmth of a blanket over his shoulders. Slowly his eyes adapted to the new, bright environment. A person stood above him, but he could only see their outline. Slowly his vision became clearer. The person’s body was covered in orange and white fur. Fox. The word came to his, still mostly empty, mind. He didn’t really know what it was, but it seemed it described the other person. Strong arms grabbed him, lifting the boy from the ground. The fox carried him down the dimly lit corridor. He cuddled up against the slender vulpines chest, burrowing his beak in the soft fur, enjoying the warmth the other body was radiating. Cold light, emitted from white panels on the ceiling illuminated the cold metal hallways.

Celvin strolled down the rows of glass tubes, towards his office, the small body tightly in his arms. He was one of the only two working in this part of the complex tonight, the fifth time this month. At first he had thought someone would get suspicious, but everyone was just glad, someone volunteered for the universally hated graveyard shift. The fox felt the bird dolphin hybrid snuggle up to his chest. He kicked open the door to the staff lounge. The room was empty, as he had anticipated. There was only one other worker on duty, Timothy and Celvin knew, the rat spent most of his shift hiding somewhere and sleeping, not that it would matter. Having two night guards was mostly a formality for the company, to comply with insurance policies. The fox laid the boy down on the old, worn out couch, before pulling out a small, transparent tablet pc from his pocket. Management thought some dumb security guard would know nothing about networks and security protocols, so it had took him only a few months, before he managed to manipulate the system into giving him full admin access. He deleted the warning of the incubator tank from the system log and replaced it with a generic error message, before using some blackmarket software to remove his actions from the surveillance recordings. “It’s just you and me.” “Who…? What…? Where…?” The boy mumbled, much to the foxes surprise. It seems the boy had been in the final stretches of his development cycle and some basic knowledge, like language, was already loaded onto his young brain. “Everything is fine. No need to worry.” He tried to calm the hybrid down. “Why… Why…?” “Could you please keep quite? For me?” The boys mumbling started to annoy him. “Let’s make a deal. You stop fighting and let me do what I want to do and I try to not hurt you too much, or we do this the hard way.” The hybrid seemed to calm down a bit. Celvin didn’t know if he really understood what he said, but he didn’t really care either. “Great. Then let’s get started.” The fox unbuckled his pants, letting them and his underwear drop to the floor in one go, stripping his shirt at the same time. The tip of his canine dick was already poking from its sheath. Celvin crawled over the hybrid, sill laying on the couch, his orange fur pressing against the half bird’s feathers. Both species the boy was bred from possessed internal genitalia so Celvin wasn’t really surprised to find only two tiny slits between the cubs legs. 

The boy was fresh out of his breeding tank, a sterile environment, an artificial womb, his skin and feathers still slightly wet from the fluid he had been floating in for his entire life. The most clean and innocent life possible. He aligned the tapered tip of his penis with the small top slit. As only male dolphins possessed two slits he was sure he could find a tiny dolphin dick in there. He had never slit fucked anybody and was eager to find out how it felt. The boy’s movements became more coordinated, as it seemed he realized he was in a bad situation. He braced his arms against Celvins chest, trying to push the fox off of him. But the fox just grabbed his prey's arms and pushed them to the side. To the boy’s confusion the man buried his snout in his plumage. He could feel the foxe’s hot, wet breath and it was somewhat calming. To the canines surprise the cubs slit was way deeper than he expected and penis, even a tiny one, was nowhere to be found. Instead he hit a series of tight folds constricting the path deeper into the cubs body. The reaction on his victims side was imminent. The hybrid started trashing his winged arms, but he missed the coordination to put up any real resistance and so he could only flail his arms and legs, until suddenly his he felt his finger tips catching onto something. His sharp talons digged into the predators skin like tiny scalpels. The reaction from the fox was imminent. His fist connected with the cubs lower jaw, throwing the half dolphins head around. A sharp, pained scream and whimpering followed.

Celvin wrapped his hands around his prey's neck and started choking the boy. His fingers digging into the hybrid's feathers. He could feel the muscles flex under the plumage and skin, trying struggling against the foxes grip. The half blue jay gagged, as he struggled to get air. “We can do this the hard way, or you are a bit more cooperative.” His vision started to get darker as he felt the strength leave his body. Even though he didn’t really understand what the man wanted of him, he stopped struggling and a few moments later the tight grip around his neck loosened. Eagerly his lounges sucked in fresh air. “See. It’s much easier this way.” Calvin reached back, grabbing his already rock hard dick and aligned it with the hybrid's higher slit. “This could hurt a bit, but you will be a strong boy for me, right?” The boy made a soft whimper, the foxes words had no real meaning to him, but he still understood what the vulpine was planning to do and he was sure it wasn’t ok. But before the hybrid could do anything about the situation he was in, something warm and wet was pressing against his opening, demanding entrance. His whole body tensed up, as he felt his virgin slit slowly widening, to accommodate the foxes length. With each thrust Celvin drilled a bit deeper into the virgin crevice. The fox held himself back, trying to give the cubs inside enough time to adjust. But judging by the hybrids strained grimace it was still too tight, but that wouldn’t stop Celvin. A sharp thrust and he managed to sink even deeper into his victim. Suddenly he felt the boy move. It was more coordinated then before and suddenly he was pushed back with a surprising amount of force, as the hybrid shoved him to the side.

They both tumbled to the ground, in the process ripping the foxes dick from this half dolphins pussy. The hybrid was weeping, tears streaming from his beautiful, ice blue eyes, rolling over his skin, seeping into his plumage, or dripping to the metal floor as he tried to crawl away from the fox, gasping for air. “No. No More. Stop. No More.” But Celvin grabbed a rivet gun he had prepared and placed on a close-by table. “So. I guess you really want it the hard, painful way.” He saw the boy trying to get up, but his legs were shaking, his leg muscles not fully developed yet. The fox grabbed one of the hybrid's feet and pressed the gun's barrel against the rubbery skin. Another ear shattering scream echoed through the room, as Celvin nailed him to the metal floor. His bird-like talons flexed, grabbing the empty air. A bit of blood splattered onto the steel panel, but not as much as one would expect, as the superheated rivet cauterized the wound it tore into the boy's flesh. The hybrid trashed on the floor, pulling on his leg. But the metal rivet made sure he wasn’t going anywhere. His talons clawed the metal floor, but couldn’t get any grip on the flat panels. More pain shot through his body, as the fox nailed his other foot to the floor. Two more nails and the boy's arms were fixed as well, his beautiful blue and white wing feathers spread out on the floor. The dolphin hybrid's tail, the only limb not fixed to the metal flooring, thrashed around, but Celvin quickly grabbed it, easily overpowering the boy. He bend the tail onto the hybrids back, exposing a sweet, firm butt, the second slit barely visible between the cubs legs. The hybrid was still writhing in pain. Pulling on the rivets holding him to the floor. After ruining the cuntboy's pussy another, still tight hole caught his attention. This time there was still resistance, but far less, as the boy was on the brink of passing out. But Calvin grabbed his shoulders and started shaking him. The boys arms pulled on the rivets, pinning them to the metal floor. A weak whimpering escaped his throat, but that was all. “Don't you leave me now.” He was so close, but he wanted the both of them to experience it together. His hand tight around the handle of the rivet gun. This would be their last moment together. “Goodbye boy!” He pressed the gun against the weeping cubs head, just in front of the blowhole. Just as he shot the came inside the cubs weakly twitching insides, he pulled the trigger. Another loud bang.

To the foxes surprise the boy started thrashing again. He wasn’t dead. After a quick examination of the hole, the rivet had left in the cub’s forehead, he realized the boy possessed a melon, like a full dolphin, and the rivet went right through it, through the top of his mouth, nailing his lower jaw to the floor. His brain was probably located a bit further back in his head and still intact. Well, nothing a second shot can’t fix. This time he placed the gun behind the blowhole. The cub had pretty much stopped moving at this point, but the eventual opening and closing of the flap protecting the sensitive channel provided evidence that the cub was still alive. “Even yet, nailed to the fucking floor, bleeding and probably already dying, you can’t stop annoying me!” He yelled before he pulled the trigger again. Click. Nothing happened. “Shit!” The magazin was empty. He looked around the room, searching for anything he could use, to finally end the poor boy’s life. His gaze stopped on a heavy wrench, probably left behind by the maintenance crew. “Just wait here. I will be right back.” He grinned, as he pulled back, his dick slipping from the dying hybrid's insides. A bit of blood trickling from the used, clenching hole. Celvin picked up the tool. The cold metal lay heavy in his hands. The perfect tool to end the boy's suffering. “Only a few more seconds and all will be over.” He angled himself, slipping back into the boy's used, torn back, urging to feel every last twitch when life slipped from the hybrid. The hole didn’t put up any noticeable resistance, only a few weak twitches. “Good bye” He announced, as he lifted the wrench high above his head. The cold metal came down quickly, the sound of the skull cracking echoed throughout the ready room. The boy started spasming. Another strike, the head caved in under the impact. More blood splattered onto the metal tiles and Celvin himself. But at the moment he didn’t care. In his death throes the boy’s broken ass clenched around the foxes dick. It took over two minutes for the hybrid to finally die, but eventually the twitches slowed down. The time between breaths got longer, until the half dolphin’s blowhole finally stayed closed. His beautiful eyes unfocused, staring into the distance. Knowing he had put the boy through all this pain, all this suffering and finally the boy gave his life to him, made him experience the strongest orgasm of his life. The orgasmic rush of endorphins flooded the foxes brain, taking over his mind. He collapsed onto his dead victim.

Celvin opened his eyes. Fuck! His head was pounding. How long has he been passed out? A quick look at the watch on the walls revealed he had about an hour left on his shift. The fox lifted himself up, his now flaccid dick slipping out of the dead boy’s cooling inside. A strand of cum still connected them for a few moments, before it tore and splattered onto the dead cub’s butt. He used the boy's still beautiful plumage, to wipe the blood and cum off his dick and body, before putting his clothes back on. Fuck! This time he truly went too far. The hot rivets had welded themselves to the floor, so he had to use an angle grinder to get the hybrid's corpse loose. Parts of the rivets were still stuck in the floor, but that’s nothing he could do anything about. Footsteps appeared in the distance. FUCK! He panicked. It was very likely Timothy. The break room was a mess. A large puddle of blood had spread around the dead cub, whose body was still nailed to the metal floor with multiple rivets. The rivet gun!

The foxes picked up the now murder weapon and checked the magazine. 1 shot left. He positioned himself by the door. Seconds later the rat stumbled into the room. “What the fuck?!” Was the last thing ever to leave rodents muzzle, as a fraction of a second later the last bolt passed through the back of his skull, scrambling the rat's brain, before exiting from its fore head. His rodent fell to the floor like a sack of potatoes. Celvins next shift mate would hopefully be a either a sick fuck like himself, or another dud like Timothy.

The fox left a trail of blood behind, as he carried the hybrid's corpse through the same hallways he had wandered earlier, whistling the melody of a popular pop song, until he arrived at the cloning tank he got his little toy from. After some meddling with the control panel next to it, the bottom of the glass tube opened, revealing a dark hole, leading into the depths of the facilities. He dumped the lifeless body into it, to be recycled and turned into nutrients for the other clones. A few seconds, after he had let go, he could hear a splash, as the boy reached the giant pool, deep below his feet, where his body would be dissolved, leaving no trace of his existence. Some parents would have to wait a little longer for their perfect dream child. The rats body was next, disappearing into the dark below. On his way back he ordered a cleaning drone to remove the bloodstains from the hallway and ready room.

“And? Did anything exciting happened?” The wolf asked, as he started to strip down, exposing his clearly defined abs. “Had a rivet gun malfunction. Shot six bolts into the floor of the ready room. Already tried to remove them, but parts are still stuck.” - “Shit. You didn’t get hurt, did you?” - “Nope. All six missed.” - “You are a lousy shooter. No worries. I’ll tell the day crew to replace the panels and won’t mention your name.” - “Thank you!” - “Now you owe me one. Why did you even need a rivet gun?” He stopped for a second. “One of the maintenance guys left it out in the open in the ready room and I wanted to put it back in the locker…” - “Well. You learned your lesson. Next time just leave it where it is and inform management. Don’t want to have to cut your body from the wall, next time.” - “Sure thing! Also, maybe look out for Timothy. Haven’t seen him since we started our shift. My guess is, he found a nice cozy spot and is still sleeping like a cub.” “If I find this useless piece of garbage, I will snap his neck and throw him into the recycler. Don’t think anybody would realize he’s missing and even if someone does, I don’t think they would care.” Calvin wasn’t a hundred percent sure the wolf was joking, but he chuckled, knowing the rat's body was already dissolved, leaving no trace of what he had done to him.