"Daddy. Please!" The little blonde hybrid begged her human father. "Please, Please."
She sobbed and begged as he dragged her into the small cage van. He was selling her to a wealthy hybrid trainer who would make her into the best, most expensive, submissive hybrid she could become. Sue Sylvester, the greatest trainer on this side of the world, stood like an icy soldier waiting for the girl to be given to her, briefcase full of money in one hand in exchange for the youngest Fabray girl.
Anyone born as a hybrid would become a submissive, a slave stuck in cages and collared. And the silver-gold, black-tipped ears and long tail Quinn sported said that she was to belong so someone.
"What's her hybrid? Lion? Cheetah?," Sylvester asked, but it was more like a bark. Her cold eyes taking in the girl's looks, "how old?" She wore a red and white track suit with a short blonde hair
"She's a snow leopard hybrid; her mother has more silver in her fur. Quinn is Seven today."
"Ah, Happy birthday." Sue cracked a smile and handed over the money, taking the little girl's arm. "What of the older-"
"She is pure human. Frannie will continue the Fabray line, not this pathetic-" Mr. Fabray hissed, lifting his hand to the girl who squealed and tried to get away from him. Sue stepped further between the two.
"I've given you money, Russell, you touch her now and you will be damaging my property." The woman would not have a child, hybrid or not, harmed in her presence.
"Daddy, I'll be good. I'll be good!" The girl cried before the older woman lifted her up and put her in the back of the van, in a cage as her incredibly long tail tucked between her legs. "Daddy?"
In the silence of the van, Quinn heard the muffled sounds of the woman thanking her father before she also got into the van and started it.
"I promise you little dear, I'll treat you right and sell you to someone good." The child in the back just cried and cried.
She cried for a week, before becoming something strong.
She became a young Sue Sylvester.
"The fuck do you want Lopez." Quinn growled, her sharp canines bared to the panther hybrid latina. All hybrids of Sue Sylvester's were kept in cages at night, but during the day she had a large bio-dome that allowed the hybrids to relax and play with each other. There were few that would put up with either the snow leopard or panther hybrids though.
The two girls met within a day of each other, one caught and sent to a local pound where Sue picked her up from and the other sold by her father. Since then, they have been inseparable.
"Aren't you scared for tomorrow?" Santana asked, her tail flicking around before laying over Quinn's silver-gold spotted tail.
Tomorrow's Quinn's sixteenth birthday, it puts her on Market and plenty of buyers have made a bid for her. Tomorrow, she would be sold to a dominant and most likely raped, much like her mother. She would be forced to carry children and watch them be sold.
She was terrified.
"Aren't you?" Santana and Quinn shared a birthday along with Noah Puckerman and Mike Chang. They would all be put on Market tomorrow and they were all terrified.
"Yes." Santana dropped her bitch persona to crawl closer to her friend and curl against her side.
The Latina's cheek pressed against the fur down Quinn's back. The only short, soft, fur both women sported were down their spines, leading to their tails and the apex of their thighs instead of wiry hair. Hybrids were more on display for Market and until claiming often went wild and nude.
Most hybrids were fine with this; they're wild anyways.
"Promise me to call?" Quinn whispered, shifting to pull Santana closer. Fate was a cruel bitch they were going to face head on.
"If my future master lets me." Santana's voice was heavy, fighting not to break. "I don't want tomorrow to come."
"Me neither." Noah glided in towards them, his large glossy wings holding steady as he came in to land next to them. Mike not far behind him, his dark brown and white feathers bringing him in far smoother than Puck.
"Well at least you'll get a female." Quinn rolled her eyes. She looked over Puck's feathers, the soft rustic colors merging with the browns and whites. He was gorgeous in that rough type of way that made all the ladies look at him. Mike was thinner, more streamline and loved dancing, which helped is quick flight and maneuverability.
"Are you kidding, Babe. Female doms use chains and whips and more, I am so not looking forward to that." Puck lay back a few feet from the girls as Mike quietly stood on the edge of the cliff.
Quinn laid her head down, black tipped ears flat to her scalp as Santana ran her fingers though the short blonde hair. They had no idea that a curly haired man was watching the four from the cameras placed around the bio-dome.
"Well, Shue, pick which ones you like." Sue waved at the screens that held images of many different hybrids. She acted as if she didn't like him, thought that his hair too greasy and was too kind for this world, but they did good business.
"I'm looking at them, they're perfect." He said, nodding his head which had three of his employees placing a briefcase each of payment for the four hybrids.
"I want them in the cars in twenty minutes." He ordered before shaking Sue's hand. "You always have the best."
"I don't train award winning hybrids for nothing." She smiled, they had a rough relationship, but it worked. "Good doing business with you, Will."
Santana, Quinn, Noah and Mike were helped out of cage vans, when they were brought up to a grand mansion deep within a nature preserve like property. The upper levels of the home were just huge stained glass windows letting in light.
"This doesn't look like Market?" Santana whispered as she subtly moved closer to Quinn and Noah, dark eyes moving around and ebony ears flat to her head, lifting only to listen to noises around.
"Because it's your new home," a handsome older man smiled at them, his dark curly hair and gray eyes almost easing Quinn's anxiety. "I bought you. All four of you."
"NO!" Santana fell to her knees sobbing, as guards grabbed them, forcing them inside the spacious home.
Quinn looked up and around as she was dragged through the house, noting the large circle holes in the high ceiling walls were reminiscent of a bird hybrid home. She had seen them in magazines that Sue let them have sometimes. The design let the hybrids have full freedom inside.
They were brought into a small room where four cages stood to hold them in a standing position. They were tiny and looked uncomfortable.
"Hold their wrists." The older man held tags, similar to Christmas tags to put on packages. Using string he tied a tag to each of the hybrids before shutting them away in their cages and leaving the four, guards in tow.
"This is so FUCKING STUPID!" Noah started rattling his cages, trying to get out as Santana became quiet. Mike was silent as well, but Quinn stared at her tag with confusion and fright.
To: Samuel Evens
From: Uncle Will
"I've got a Samuel Evens on my tag." She looked at Mike in question. "We're presents. Oh gods above. We are gifts. Who'd you get?"
"Tina, Tina Cohen-Chang." He mumbled and looked at Quinn, his eyes shining with unshed tears as he shifted his folded wings uncomfortably.
"I've got a girl." Santana whispered, turning her head towards the blond girl. "To Brittany Evens from Uncle Will." She bit her lip and breathed in deeply, tears slipping down her cheeks.
"Who the fuck's Rachel Berry." Noah roared looking at his tag.
"She's that movie and Broadway star that me an' Santana used to watch on the television set Sue let us watch some times." The blonde was in a dazed state between horror, fear, and shock. Emotionless at the moment.
Suddenly noises; doors shutting and feet stomping across the floors towards the room until the heavy oak shifted and a hybrid raced in.
"NOAH!" A bird hybrid dressed in jeans and a t-shirt smiled wide at Noah and moved to open the cage.
"Jake Puckerman-Berry!" A delicate voice called, stepping in was a red haired beauty. "Those are not yours."
"Marley, this is my bro!" Jake had been sold to Sue with Noah and sold again a few months ago at fourteen. He started babbling about his life here and how good of a dominant Marley is, even describing some of the other house mates that lived there. He let his older brother look at the silver jewelry cuffs and chain around his neck that marked him as owned and Marley's.
"You know anything about Rachel?" Noah asked, worried brow and sharp eyes looking around.
"Yes." the girl spoke up, a soft smile on her face. "She's my older sister, you'll like her, she just talks a lot." Quinn could see Noah visibly relax against his cage bars, closing his eyes for a few moments.
A crash sounded and two more people entered the room, a small little brunette and a tall leggy blonde, both humans. Both dominants.
"Rachel," Marley grinned and leaned down to hug the girl in question before turning her soft blue eyes to the blonde. "Brittany, I thought you had dance class."
"Canceled. Uncle Will said he had a gift for me." She smiled and looked over the caged hybrids.
"Well, check the tags." Rachel laughed, leaning against the tall red head. "Dad certainly likes to give great gifts." She watched the girl look over the tags, before squealing and jumping up and down in front of Santana's cage.
"She's beautiful! I can't wait for her to meet Lord Tubbington and I'll dress her so nice, she'll look like a model every day!" She eased the door open and took Santana by the hand. "We can sing and dance together, and I'll brush her hair at night." The blonde danced out to door with her hybrid, giggle and laughing, "we'll go unicorn hunting and help Lord Tubbington get off his drug addiction and watch all the Firefly show.." the list went on as they faded down the halls. And Quinn found herself looking around with less apprehension. Maybe her dom was good, kind like the three here.
"Rachel, this one is for you." Marley pointed at Noah and soon he was out of the cage, walking with her down the halls after a long embrace with his brother. "Who are you for?" Marley asked while Jake spoke with Mike.
"Samuel Evens." Quinn smiled at the red head girl who seemed so kind and spoke so soft. Her pretty smile went away and her hybrid turned to look at them both.
"He'll kill her, Marley. He'll kill her." Jake hunched over, crawling to Marley as she stood up, a furrowed brow wrinkled her delicate features and she worried a lip between her teeth.
Quinn dropped to her hunches and started hissing. She would kill to escape, become a wild hybrid. It would be better for the untamable Quinn Fabray. Only Sylvester could handle her and she would keep it that way.
A loud bang erupted and entered a large muscled blonde, the same bright blonde hair that the dancer sported, but dangerous blue eyes. They settled on her and he approached the gold cage that held the snow leopard hybrid, straightening his suit as he walked.
"Marley, Your father wants to see you in the study." Samuel's eyes never left Quinn and she stared right back, a deep growl began to roll in her chest and she bared her teeth to him. "Don't act like that. I'm your master now." The red haired girl grabbed her hybrid and fled the room, throwing a worried look to Quinn just before closing the door.
The cage door opened and Quinn forcefully lifted up, her arm jerking painfully. "You are not my master, I don't have one." With her free hand she swung up and sliced her claws along his cheek bone, drawing blood and loosening his grip.
She took the moment and ran, her tail flying out behind her to help balance her. She rushed through the great front doors that might as well be iron and broke into the light of freedom. The grassy earth before her felt like heaven to her…for all of eight seconds.
A great strong arm wrapped around her waist, causing her to claw at the dirt in desperation before she was thrown over Samuel's shoulder and carried back inside, clawing and hissing and biting.
"You will learn your place." His grip tightened as he stomped inside and carried her up the carved grand stair case. "You want to act disobedient and unclaimed, fine then, I'll claim you." He growled, sending a panic through Quinn.
A claim started with sex and ended with chains and cuffs and collars being permanently placed on the hybrid. "No, no, no, no, please." She scratched deeper, arching her back and wiggling all ways to escape. "Help, HELP!" Quinn screamed, sobs bubbling to the surface. She kept calling for aide all the way to a large section of rooms that belonged to Samuel.
He placed her on her feet, toes touching cool tile and in her blurred sight she could see a large porcelain tub and sinks and many other things that could only belong in a bathroom. He leaned over the tub and twisted the faucet to his liking, running his fingers under the water to check the temperature.
"Come here." He ordered, pulled off his torn jacket and dropped it to the floor before rolling up his sleeves. She remained frozen in place, fear in her hazel eyes.
"Please," She whispered in the quiet bathroom, "Please I'll be good. I promise I can be good, just please don-"
"Get. In. The. Bath." He ordered again, walking out of the room before coming back without a shirt. She still stayed rooted to the spot, sobbing with her tail tucked between her legs and ears flat to her head, hiding in her short blonde mane. He sighed and lifted her into his arms. She cried softly when he lowered her into the warm tub and presented her with a cloth and bar of soap.
"Please…"
"Wash yourself," he sat next to her, "I'll be here." His tone had taken on a gentler turn, almost a soothing rumble. Setting to work, and putting all her focus into becoming clean for Samuel in a frail attempt to ease him from hurting her. She knew that the first time he rapes her will be the moment that she runs away for good. Or kills him.
"W-will you wash my shoulders." She asked, her hazel eyes gleaming with new tears. "Master?" He dropped his dangerous eyes to her golden green ones.
"Never call me that, I am Sam to you." He lifted the rag up and brushed over her shoulders. "Stand out." He offered her a towel, wiping her down and patting dry her fur and hair. As soon as he was done, he carried her to another room where a bed was placed. When he set her down again, he pointed at the bed and watched her climb into the center, looking at him with a guarded gaze.
She laid back, her chest heaving in terror and to fight back the sobs and cries that would break free soon. Samuel stood at a chest of drawers, on top was a pretty cigar box that he rummaged through before pulling out a hand full of shiny jewelry. Claiming cuffs and collars probably.
Slowly, he lifted each ankle, securing delicate silver and gold chains around them before moving to her wrists and hovering over her. "Are you ready?" he asked, his eyes searching hers.
"No."
He kissed the hollow of the her throat before placing the beautiful angel wing designs on her neck and securing it. "I, Master Samuel Evens, Claim you, Quinn Fabray-"
"Lucy!" She sobbed, tears finally sliding down the sides of her face and into her hair, eyes locked to the ceiling. "Lucy Quinn Fabray." That was the first time she has heard her name in almost nine years. She had never told anyone of her first name since the day she was sold.
"Lucy Quinn Fabray, as my life partner, my submissive, my hybrid. You will be my better half and obey me for the rest of our days together." He kissed the metal and then leaned up to kiss her quickly. "My bride."
He rose up away from her and returned to the drawers to pull out a white t shirt. When he dressed her in it and tucked her beneath the covers, she looked at him strangely, head cocked to the side and watching him when he changed into a set of pajamas and slid in next to her.
Quinn shifted, turning towards him and touching his scratched cheek. "Does it hurt?"
"Yes." Leaning forward and propping up over him, she gently licked at his wound with her soft tongue, a soft purr ebbing out of her throat as a hand ran along her side.
So, I might end it here, but there is a second part to this that I might post if y'all like this. please review.