The new hybrids were all in a state of shock. They had all grown up in the zoo, spending their lives behind fences. The idea of freedom was completely foreign to them. I saw Chloe move into the crowd from the edge, something that she would normally be far too shy to do. She came face to face with Lola, the two of them staring at each other. Minus their animal traits, they looked and acted so much alike they could have been sisters. “You’re Lola, aren’t you?” Chloe asked, wringing her tail in her hands. “Are you Chloe?” Lola asked in turn, hiding her arms behind her back to she could grip her own tail for comfort. “Master told me a lot about you. He said he couldn’t wait for us to meet.” “Yeah, he said the same thing to me.” No more words were spoken, both girls blushing in embarrassment, but they were also smiling. The tour ended with us all outside behind the house. All the hybrids, even my girls and Lorraine’s boys, were running around the fields, in and out of the woods, jumping and playing in the sun. Lorraine, Elise, and I were sitting on the patio, watching them having the time of their life. “It’s like the liberation of France,” public said Elise. “When I first started turning them at the zoo, and when I first saw them in that hospital, I felt so guilty for what I had done, for the life I had forced on them, but maybe with this, I can finally start to do right by them,” I said. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re kind of a drama queen?” asked Lorraine. “Seriously, listen to yourself. ‘I felt so guilty for what I had done, for the life I had forced on them, but maybe with this, I can finally start to do right by them.’ That’s the kind of thing you’d hear from the overacted character in every AMC show.” “Says the girl whose entire existence is alcoholism, sex jokes, and anime references. You’re like the poster girl for every Spencer’s and Hot Topic in America.” Elise ended up laughing so hard that she gave herself hiccups. “I’m not taking shit from a vanilla fucker who couldn’t even handle my pinky. You dish it out, asian but you can’t take it.” “In the last week, how many Facebook posts oral have you shared of a picture of the Joker or some other bad guy with some edgy wannabe-individualist quote they never said?” Lorraine wanted to respond but couldn’t. “Let me guess, at least one of them said something like ‘throw me to the wolves, or I’ll return leading the pack’. How many of them talked about not giving a fuck? I bet at least half of them were about people being fake or how many times you’ve been “betrayed” in the blowjob past.” Lorraine wordlessly got up and went back into the house and Elise gave me a high-five with her tail. The rest of the day was spent helping everyone get familiar with the house and with each other. I spoke with every girl, touching base with them to make sure they were happy. I had long since memorized all their names, getting to know each and every one of them during those weekends in the hospital. They picked out their rooms and played for hours in the sun. When it was time for the evening cum news, we had to bring in furniture from other rooms so that everyone would have a place to sit. Her body trembled. “See now you won’t be owning Angry Angie money again now, will you? I’d know, I have it now. While we were blowjob watching, I snuggled up oral to Kara and rubbed her breasts and asian pussy. Shit.” I didn’t have the courage so I settled for a couple of flicks of my clit under the thong. Don’t you want it? “That okay with you, Tiff?” Order that for me.” She gave in. You go to wipe your nose with your finger, to your public surprise, your three fingers smell of old cum cum, sweat and your boyfriend big juicy cock. “Yeah, gringo.