AN/ This is a new story, it isn't going to be very long. It's a Logan/OC pairing. I want to note that this story is based off of a dream I had last night. Though it may bare resemblances to other stories on it is MY story. Perhaps those stories influenced my dreams but I'm going to do my best to distinguish this story from the others. Though I do warn you it will have similar factors.
Disclaimer: I do not own X-men nor Wolverine. I do own Alara She is MY invention, from my imagination.
Chapter 1 Breeders
Where should I start? Perhaps introduce myself? Or maybe even tell you a little about my world? There is just so much information to give you that I am a bit lost as to what to say. Perhaps I'll start at my beginning. Where I came into this story, then I can give you a bit of back information as I go along. Yes, I think that is what I will do.
My name is Alara, when this all started I had just turned eighteen. For me that was the worst day of my life. You see, in my world there are two types of 'people' you have the normal people and the mutants. Humans are the superior race, they conquered my race about ten years ago.
My parents were normal but I wasn't. The moment I was born they knew that I would not be the same; you see I am a feral mutant. This means that I show animal like tendencies. Some ferals, known as first class ferals, have no outward mutation, they just have animal like senses, and others, known as second class ferals, look like an animal but have no other mutations. Then there are the third class ferals, the category that I fall into. We are the ones that not only have features like claws, teeth, different looks but also have the advanced healing factors, the heightened senses, the speed, strength and reflexes of the animal they represent.
We are the cursed, we are the breeders. Another fact you may want to know. The military loves the third kind of feral, for we have the intelligence of a human but the strength and stamina of a beast. They breed various ferals to create offspring that can be molded into armies that they can command. Taking the children from their parents only moments after they are born. As they mature the ones that are useful are put into programs to shape them into what the military wants, those that are not useful are returned to the breeding program when they come of age.
This is the world that I live in. My parents did their best to hide me, I spent years being moved around from family member to family member. But one uncle who had come on hard times ratted me out for a bit of money.
Now here I sit in this 10 by 10 cage. They brought me to the breeding compound nearly two weeks ago. Right now I have just gotten out of quarantine. Apparently they don't want me infecting the other breeders. During my quarantine I have learned a lot about this facility. There are a few female guards and physicians that like to talk, even if it is mostly to themselves.
This facility holds all kinds of Ferals, apparently the third type is getting rare. Some mutant hating groups went on a hunting spree and destroyed most of the third group. They felt we were a threat even though we are now nothing more then kept pets. The total number of my kind is down to three in this facility and in the united states there are only about 50 of us left.
They have started breeding us with the other feral classes in hopes that our genes will be dominate. From what one of the ladies said it wasn't very much of a success.
The other Feral in my facility was wild. He was apparently one of the militaries first attempts at creating a weapon using a Feral. They graphed metal to his bone structure and cleared his memory. This apparently brought out his inner beast and he became a killing machine killing at the slightest order. Eventually he got a bit out of hand and they decided to 'retire' him to the breeding program.
The only problem with that is he was still wild and any female that was sent into his den was usually killed on sight. The few that made it past the sight ended up being killed before they could leave. Only two females had made it out alive but they were permanently taken out of the breeding program because of where their wounds were.
I feared that they would throw me to the Wolverine, as he was named, but one of the females reassured me that I was just to valuable for them to do that yet. First they were going to send someone in to 'break' me. Apparently this was a third class Feral who had been sterilized some time before the breeding program came into affect. Now he was just used to break the spirits of all the females who came to the compound. They hoped that once Sabertooth was through with them they wouldn't put up any more protest.
From what I heard it seemed to work. Apparently he was so bad that the women were willing to take any partner as long as he was kept away afterwards. Well almost any, no one was dumb enough to want to go into the Wolverines cage.
Night was quickly approaching and I knew that my breaking time was coming up. Mentally I did my best to prepare myself. Some big kitty wouldn't get under my skin. You see I never did tell you my mutation. I am a Tiger Feral. I am rather short standing only about 54 and built stalky. I'm not fast but I am very powerful. My tiger instincts tell me to be a loner even when I was younger I didn't have many friends. The few that I did make I was fiercely protective of. I couldn't stand other feline ferals. Something about them just got me all riled up.
My physical mutations were fangs, claws, white hair with black stripes, and black stripes all over my body. I was stronger then most humans and could heal quickly though not instantaneously like some ferals. Like all third class ferals I had an inner beast that I kept under tight control. The inner beast was uncontrollable once released. They tended to kill first and ask questions later.
While in my musings I didn't notice the door opening but my nose picked up the change around me. My eyes snapped up to the entrance of my den and I saw the ugliest, hairiest, most fowl smelling man enter my space. I could tell instantly that he was the Sabertooth. I let out a roar of protest and stood up snorting.
"Get out" I growled lashing out towards him. The large man just laughed and came closer. I could feel the tension in my muscles. The beast inside of me was crying to be released to get the intruder out of our territory. I did my best to restrain it for now, but if he didn't leave soon I wouldn't be able to stop it fully.
Sabortooth came fully into my den and the door was shut. I knew that there was no going back now, I would have to fight or succumb to him. There was no way in hell that I would do such a thing, he wasn't my mate, he wasn't my husband or even boyfriend, that beast wouldn't put a paw on me without a fight.
A fight is what he got. I went at him fighting with tooth claw and nail. My roars of protest fell upon deaf ears because the rooms were soundproofed. After he broke a few ribs and sprained my ankle my internal beast took over and I blacked out. When I finally came to he was gone, but I knew that I had lost.
My body was broken, I had so many broken bones and lacerations that I couldn't even begin to count them all. I had been violated but that didn't mean that I had given up. No, I wasn't one of their first or second class females I was a third class feral, it would take more then some ugly beast to fully break my will.
The medics came in and cleaned me up. They set my bones and put bandages on my wounds to make sure I wouldn't get any infections. They knew within a week I would be back to complete health. For now I played along, I didn't want them to send Sabortooth back for round two. But that didn't mean I was going to play along with their breeding game. They wouldn't be getting any broods out of me, not until hell freezes over.
For a month everything was fine, after I healed they sent a few second class ferals to my den. The men were weak and I broke them before they could even try to breed. I didn't kill them mind you, some I just made useless to the program others I broke a few bones and they cried like babies. After those few failures they tried a few first class ferals. Though stronger that the others my claws had them running like scared puppies.
It was then that I started to get punished. When ever I sent one of my breeding partners to the medical wing they would drag me out and let about ten humans have at me. They would first drug me then beat the living daylights out of me. I would be thrown back into my den battered and bruised. They stopped patching me up and kept sending the males into my den. But I always fought back, not a single one got to me.
Apparently by the end of the first month the head honchos of the facility were getting fed up with me. After one of my punishment sessions I heard two of my escorts talking about how they were about to give up and find another female feral. At first I was happy about this until they continued saying that they were going to dispose of me by tossing me to the Wolverine.
While I lay in my den recovering I debated on if it would be worth my death to keep fighting. I knew that being thrown to the Wolverine was suicide, but did I really want to continue living being used to pop out children who will be manipulated and turned into living machines. The answer was clear, no. I would never let any of my children live to have that fate.
The following day they dragged me out of my room. Again they beat me to the point I could barely move breaking one of my ankles, a few ribs and giving me a black eye that made it hard for me to see. I had a laceration that ran from my shoulder to my wrist that nearly made it impossible for me to move that arm.
They were making it easier for the wolverine, why I will never be sure but I think they may have just been getting one last kick out of torturing me before I died. They walked me down a corridor that I knew wasn't my own and to a door that was nearly three feet thick. I knew my door was only about one. This made me a bit more apprehensive, I knew most third class ferals were strong but not that strong.
The door was cracked open and they shoved me in slamming it behind me. I fell on the floor in a heap landing on my broken ankle wrong. I let out a roar towards the door slamming my fist into the ground trying to ignore the pain that was shooting up my leg. It was then I heard it. A low dog like growl just to the right of me. I shifted a little so I wasn't lying on my broken ankle and looked up. There crouched down was a man who couldn't have been more the 5'5, stalky like me and the strangest hairdo. It was spiked up on the sides like ears.
He was naked like all the other breeders, though he could heal I could quickly there were a few scars on his body that told tails of his own torture at the hands of the military. I quickly moved so that I could somewhat defend myself and let out a growl of my own. It was a stand off at first but eventually he lunged. I roared and swiped at him defending myself to the best of my ability.
He paused and grabbed my arm with the laceration and I let out a caterwaul that would make any person go deaf. This seemed to break him from his attack trance. He leaned forward sniffing at my wound then sniffing the rest of me stopping over the places I was seriously injured.
He looked up at me and I could see a flash of intelligence. His human side was trying to control the feral beast. He let out a grunt and reached out picking me up. I was so startled that I let him. He took me over to his bed and put me in it. Then he proceeded to get in with me. I was started at first but he just curled up behind me. It was a protective gesture and I was a bit shocked but I accepted it. The beast inside of me even seemed content like this so I relaxed.
The next morning when the guards came to drag away my dead body they were stunned to find an over protective Wolverine blocking their path from my prone body. Though I had begun to heal I couldn't walk because my ankle was still fixing itself. I echoed his growl letting them know I was alive and kicking. They eventually left and for the time being I was safe from them.
The wolverine made his way back over towards me letting out a whining growl as he yet again positioned himself protectively between me and the den door. I looked up at the 'monster' that everyone had talked about. I knew that what they had said was no lie, but I also knew that somewhere inside of him he was still someone other then the wolverine, just like I was still Alara, not the Tigress as the workers here were calling me.
I watched him for a moment before smiling "Thank you" my voice was raspy from lack of use. This place really did bring out your feral side. I don't think I have uttered a true word in the past three weeks.
His eyes shifted for a moment. I was quickly learning that this shift signaled the struggle between the feral wolverine and the human he had once been. "Wel…com"
Just as quickly as the shift had occurred, his eyes were back to the dark black of the wolverine. He squatted down so that he was looking at my face and I gave him a short growl. Even if he had spared my life I still didn't know how to react around the man in front of me. Something those women did had to have set him off.
He looked at me and snorted. It was as if he was saying 'like you could challenge me'. Something about that arrogance pushed my buttons and my growl intensified. I wasn't a push over, I wasn't going to be used. The men who had captured me tried but failed some over grown wolverine wasn't going to succeed where they failed.
He advanced on me and I swiped at his face with my good arm, my claws extended. I must have caught him off guard because four red marks appeared on his cheek. They healed within moments in front of my eyes. He just sat there looking a bit perplexed until they had healed then a strange smile appeared on his face.
It was a bit creepy, to me at least. It wasn't an I'm going to get you for that look that you would expect, more like a playful challenge. He proceeded to advance on me again and I again went on the defensive.
This time when I swiped at him he caught my wrist. He pulled me towards him slowly and I started to freak out a bit more. The feral part of my brain was roaring to be released and just when I was about to give into her when he surprised me by nuzzling my cheek.
I sat there for a moment trying to figure out what the hell would prompt The Wolverine into rubbing his cheek against mine. Slowly the pieces started to fall into place. So many of the males that had been shoved into my pen were bent on obeying our captors commands. They would act like a trained puppy and walk over assuming I would do the same. I had fought back tooth, claw and fist. Before being tossed into his den I had began to feel defeated, not in the sense that they wanted but in the fact that perhaps I was the only one that wasn't going along for the ride.
Maybe that is why he attacked the other females because they came in here so obediently and didn't put up a fight. I didn't put up much of one either against him but my wounds were clear signals that I had not come to his den willingly. Now I was fending him off even while wounded.
With that bit of understanding I responded letting out a purr rubbing my cheek against his and relaxing a bit. I had nothing to fear from him. Hell even in his feral mindset he understood me.
He moved back from me looking at my arm and ankle. My arm was nearly healed but my ankle was still swollen and bruised. Then he looked back up at me as if asking for an explanation. "I wasn't playing their game. I wouldn't let the males within a few feet of me without hurting them. They got upset with me. I think they gave up on me and decided to toss me to you to finish off"
For a moment it seemed like he didn't understand but again his eyes seemed to shift. He grunted and even though it sounded raspy it was almost discernable as an "Idiots". I laughed at his comment and laid back against the bedding. When I looked back at him his eyes still seemed to hold the human quality that had been there before.
I gave him a smile and moved over "Thanks again, I think you saved my life" he didn't respond this time just lay down between me and the door yet again. Sleep came quickly that night. I credit that to the fact that for the first time in years I felt completely safe with my wolverine. Even though I didn't know much about him something was telling me that I was safe and strangely enough it seemed to be my feral side.
My feral side was typically the most paranoid part of me. If a twig snapped it screamed that someone was out to get me, if a door slammed it cried out that I was trapped. But tonight it was content, a soft purring sound seemed to echo in my head and I was started to also feel it emanating from my body as I drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
AN Here is chapter one of Feral… it is only a 3 chapter story (so far in my mind) This is the introductory, there will be the main idea and the epilogue… but who knows as I write I may come up with more… We'll see.