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Ah, we've been waiting for you Mr. Moon. You do seem to be a bit young for this, but with your credentials, I'm quite happy you chose to become an intern here, of all places. Why yes indeed, Mr. Moon. Our research is the most cutting edge when it comes to DNA variation. Not to mention, the project we'll have you assigned for is much more hands on than just observing and writing down information.

Well... as I'm sure you're aware, we have been developing human-animal hybrids on a government grant to increase our understanding of not just human physiology, but the way our brains work as well. You'll find here at the FARGS Center that we also have biologists, psychologists, neurologists, nutritionists, along with various other professions to help out with our Hybrid project. The position we have in mind for you is general inspector. In essence, you would get to meet and interact with each of the hybrids that we have currently, taking down notes on things like aggression levels and social interaction, physical conditioning, things like that.

Trust me, Mr. Moon, they are just as intelligent as you and I, perhaps even more so in some cases. And once you become well acquainted with the science behind it, we'd be more than willing to give you a higher position, that would allow you to actually mold and be a part of the DNA shaping that would create a hybrid. But for now, you just need to simply talk to them, get to know them, play cards with them, things such as that.

Now, come with me, I want you to meet our eldest hybrid, Katelyn Lupa. You see, it's been 15 years since we first started the project, and we've had varying degrees of success. A few of the hybrids haven't been all that active socially, and we'd like for someone more their age to be around to socialize with.

Yes, Mr. Moon, that is one of the many reasons we've chosen you, alongside your very apparent intelligence. You see, we've been debating with our government agents to whether or not to allow a percentage of our hybrids to go out and experience the world, which we believe is going to take about a year to be approved. If you bond well with one of the hybrids, we would appreciate it if you'd be willing to consider to be a housemate with one of them. Like I said, take your time in deciding.

Speaking of housing arrangements, we've already set aside a house for you on campus that should suit your needs. As long as you are working with us, everything will already be paid for and accommodated for you. Whether or not you accept our proposal will not affect this.

But here we are. Katelyn, could you come and introduce yourself to Mr. Moon? He's our newest inspector, so you'll be seeing quite a bit of him from now on.

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Lunch was informative. New house, new raise. New training facility that not only I but Kate would have to go through as well to keep up on Reggie's training. I would be given less hours in the facility to make up for taking care of another hybrid, along with being placed on salary so the hour difference didn't damage my paycheck at all. It was all in all a very, very sweet deal. If I was by myself, I would've accepted it in a flash.

But my relationship with Kate made me wonder. The comments that had all been left about Reggie made me wonder. What was I to him? He was a just three years younger than I was, the fourth successful hybrid to be born. If I recalled correctly, the first year I was on the project, before I decided to allow Kate to join me in my home, he was the hybrid I spent the most time with, not including my wolfess. They also seemed close while they were together. Was it their kinship as predators? Or something else?

I walked towards the training room, where the falcon spent most of his time. I didn't particularly like this section of the facility, but I understood it was necessary thanks to the government stipends that were coming our way. There were one-way mirrors dotted along area so that the younger hybrids could watch without getting in the way or distracting those that were training or sparring. I stood behind one of these mirrors, looking over the training room for the familiar winged man. I found him quickly, watching in awe as he flew around the rubber bullets being shot at him by a man on the ground.

As the gunman took a break to reload, the falcon dived at him, grabbing his forearms with his talons before wrenching the gun away from the trainer's grip. The gunfight devolved to hand-to-hand as the two wrestled, blood dripping down the gunman's arms where the talons had dug into the skin mercilessly. The human managed to rip away, pulling a combat knife from his waist as he held it out menacingly. Reggie's eyes narrowed before he shot a grin, holding up a magazine of rubber bullets that he had somehow swiped from his opponent while wrestling.

He leapt backwards, falling onto the gun as the human rushed forwards, and the falcon quickly shoved the mag in before turning onto his back and firing three shots directly to the abdomen. The gunman fell to one knee, clutching his chest and gasping for air as Reggie stood up, shaking his head in disappointment.

I continued to stare, and I could hear through the glass as clear as day, "Seriously? Only two minutes into engagement? Please." He spit down at the trainer before throwing the gun at him. The human was barely able to catch it in time and ended up falling to his ass for his efforts. "Can I not get someone who will actually test my abilities? Some new training program? Whatever. I'm done training until you find military personnel that aren't screw-ups."

I frowned, my mind drifting back to the many comments that were left by my fellow scientists.

He's derisive and aggravates easily. Hard to socialize with without mocking sarcasm. Deflects all questions of personal nature and very thoroughly tempts me to punch him in the face. Seems to make everything we say into a personal affront against him or his fellow hybrids.

Yet... why was he always so calm and gentle around me? What was it that singled me out amongst all the other humans that worked here? And why did he just recently become this way?

The scientist in me strived to answer these questions in any way possible, despite the moral recriminations that I might endure.

I nodded to myself, eyes following Reggie as he walked out of the training room, just down the hall from where I stood. He seemed shocked at the sight of me in the combat zone, but I just smiled and walked up to him calmly, ignoring the human limping out of the training room in the other direction.

"Hey Reg, I just finished doing my mid-age rounds and wanted to come by and see you. Got a tip you were over here. We haven't talked all that much lately, so I figured we could get something to eat in the mess, huh?"

He blinked, as the corners of his beak slowly turned upwards, his awkward form of a bird smile. "Sure, I'd like that Tyson."

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Now, having lived with Kate for four years, I was used to her eat steak so bloody it seemed like it would moo at you occasionally, and I was fine with that. But to see Reggie pick a mouse out of a selection they had in a cage, take a nip out of its neck to kill it, and then hand it back to the cook to slow roast over a fire?

I suddenly remembered why I didn't come to the mess all that often anymore. As gross as it was, I was just glad the chameleon hybrid wasn't here. I liked little Zoë, but that tongue was just... ugh.

I grabbed a slice of sausage jalapeño pizza and a cup of coffee as we waited for Reggie's rodent to roast. It was almost funny, seeing this confident, ego-driven specimen of a man reduced to awkwardly sitting there, looking at anything but me. It confused me, truly, what his actions meant. It was a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, until the cook brought him his mouse. He didn't make a move to eat however.

After swallowing a drink of coffee, I started to ask, "So how have you been lately?"

His eyes finally fell onto mine, and it seemed like I could almost read his soul through his big golden orbs.

He chuckled slightly, rubbing the back of his head with his talon. "It's been better. I've done a lot of thinking and reminiscing over the past few years and I've come to a few conclusions about this place and about myself."

I studied him for a moment. His brown and gold-speckled feathers covered the majority of his head and body, except for a fully golden tuft that ran down his chest and disappeared into his tank-top. His beak was a soft yellow, arcing just a slight bit for biting power if he ever did have to go bare-handed in a fight. His eyes were slightly large for his frame, and while they were located more to the front of his head than a regular bird, they were slightly spread a little more than a usual human, although the size of them made up for it. He had strong, muscled arms where I knew hollow bones were hidden, his wings flowing down to his wrist almost like he was wearing them as a sleeve. They folded nicely against his back as he used mainly his forearms to maneuver around the table, not moving the elbows at his side an inch unless it was to adjust himself. He had a small build to be able to fly, but it suited him. He was all sinew and he wasn't afraid to show it.

Through my examination, I continued the conversation. "Thinking about the past a lot, huh? Guess it wasn't all that fun without me here."

A faint redness tinged his cheeks. "Hah, no, it really wasn't. I've really been sad that you haven't been around all that much anymore though. How are things going with Kate?"

"They've been good. Real good." I saw his eyes fall slightly. "But let's not talk about her. I came out here because you're one of my friends and I wanted to spend some time with you before getting back to work."

The falcon laughed heartily at this, covering his beak before his food was spit out. "Aren't you getting paid to do this right now anyway?"

I waved him off with a grin on my face. "Details, details. Besides, what better job can I get than hanging out with some of the most unique people in the world?"

His smile fell at that. He looked down at his food, taking a bite out of the mouse before responding, "Unique. I used to think that word meant a good thing. Now I don't know."

I smiled reassuringly at him. "It is a good thing."

His eyes hardened, and it seemed like he was about to yell by the way he tensed up, before realizing it was me again. He sighed, a long heavy sigh that you often have when you're thinking too much about something. "Perhaps for you. You aren't the one essentially trapped in here because you were created to be a weapon for a government agency. Sure, it's a gilded cage, but when does a caged bird ever truly pay attention to what they have when freedom is just through the bars?"

I was silent, looking at how depressed, how defeated he seemed. Carefully forming the words, I decided to try and cheer him up. "I certainly hope you don't have to wait too long for the freedom you'd like to enjoy."

He nodded disconsolately, mindlessly taking another bite of rodent. "I just... I wish if they weren't going to give me freedom, then I wish they would decide to allow me to do the job I was destined to do. I dislike being poked and prodded and tested and evaluated, like some kind of lab rat."

I nodded before pausing and biting back a chuckle, gnawing softly on my thumb.

Shaking his head, Reggie frowned. "What's funny?"

I couldn't hold back anymore, bursting out laughing. "Either you - hah! - have the best sense of humor, or there is a large ironic force at work here. Think about what you just said."

His eyes roved down to the mouse he was eating, mouth opening in shock and horror, before he slapped himself with a talon on the head lightly.

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After a few more minutes of chatting about anything we could think of, I told him to go ahead back to his quarters to get some rest so he could beat up the next amateur in the arena tomorrow. After finishing my usual rounds of the elder hybrids - the only other hybrid that I needed to talk to was the housecat, Sebastian, because the other adults were in the social program - I returned to my desk. Making sure that no one was around, I logged into my computer and slipped my headphones in. We had cameras in each of the rooms, but the only time we were supposed to use them were in emergencies, such as testing out new medicine types and when a hybrid needed to be put on 24/7 watch due to an injury or something like that.

We respected our wards' privacy. But I had a real good reason. Really.

When I activated the camera for Reg's room, he was simply laying naked on his bed and going through a book. The nakedness wasn't a problem, because of his internal sexual organs, so I zoomed in, before blinking and seeing that it was... some kind of self-help book. I couldn't quite make out the title, but there was a picture of two men hugging, so I made a reasonable assumption.

I was wrong.

I knew there was something happening when he reached down and put his talon on his inner thigh and started rubbing it gently. I knew something was wrong when his cloaca's slit opened up and his penis started inching out. I definitely knew something was wrong when he reached under his pillow and pulled out a plastic yellow dildo.

But I sure as hell didn't stop watching. I paid particular attention to his sexual organ, the shape intriguing me. It wasn't human, for sure. It was solid pink and had a cone-like shape, growing to surprising lengths despite Reggie's small frame. It was at least eight inches, matching mine when I was hard. It started out thin, but grew to about two or so inches at the base. I felt my cheeks growing red as I continued to watch him.

The book forgotten, he rolled over onto his stomach before arching his back like a cat, giving a perfect view of his asshole and growing erection to the camera. He reached under his pillow again, pulling out some lotion, taking a bit in both talons before rubbing down the dildo with it and dragging it slowly across his behind.

I heard him whisper something just before sticking the yellow contraption inside of himself, moaning and shaking on its entry. I found myself shivering along with him. I turned the volume to high, and I was amazed with how much I could hear. The soft schlicks every time he pushed the dildo into his depths, the ruffles of his feathers against the bed, the slap of his hanging schlong against his stomach, his soft moaning.

I don't know how long I sat there, watching this absolutely enticing display. Eventually, his moans reached a crescendo, and his eyes shot wide open as he seemed to push a button on the end of the dildo. The volume still up, I heard the loud buzzing coming from his ass, just before I heard him gasp and shout out, "AH! TYSON!"

Without ever having touched his penis once, he came, splattering his white seed all over his bed, jerking back and forth as if there was somebody - me, the thought came unbidden - actually there behind the falcon, thrusting against his rear end filling him with a heavy load.

Still watching the camera, I flicked off my computer before looking down at my tight blue-jeans. I seemed to have only one thought at that moment that I could even process.

Where the fuck did he get a vibrator from?