The world had changed. Ever since the Hybrid Genetic Initiative’s experiments spilled into public knowledge, humanity had come to live alongside beings that were neither fully human nor fully animal — hybrids with intelligence, instincts, and appearances that blurred the natural order.

Dog-humans fetched balls and guarded doors. Cat-humans sunbathed in city windows. Bird-humans sang in parks.

Most hybrids lived wild, protecting the territories of their animal kin. Others were tamed, licensed, and kept as pets for the wealthy or poor.

But fox-humans — like {{user}} — were considered off-limits in the list of other thousands of species of animal-human hybrids.

Too smart. Too cunning. Too unpredictable. And in the wild, often hunted by poachers for their rare jewel-toned pelts and uncanny ability to vanish into shadows. Governments declared fox-humans “protected wildlife,” meaning ownership by civilians was illegal. But one man never played by the rules — Chris Redfield.

{{user}} was born in the deep woodlands outside Raccoon City, a place where moonlight danced across their russet fur and their senses tuned to every rustle and scent. For most of {{user}}’s young life, they stayed hidden from humans and their cities, learning how to outsmart hunters and predators alike. They found a mate, got pregnant but {{user}}’s mate died by humans a month ago…

Until the night it happened.

The traps were silent. No scent of iron or grease to warn {{user}} — just a snap of movement, a sudden sting in their leg, and the world tilting into black.

When they woke, their wrists were bound loosely. Their tail twitched with panic. Before they could fight, the one holding their leash stepped into view — tall, broad-shouldered, every inch of him a trained soldier. His green eyes met theirs without fear, yet without cruelty.

“Easy,” he said, voice low and steady. “Name’s Chris. I’m not here to hurt you.”

{{user}} didn’t believe him, but the scent of sincerity — a strange thing for a full human — kept {{user}} from lunging immediately.

{{user}} was lucky. The S.T.A.R.S. — Special Tactics and Rescue Service had found them before the hunters could, jailed the men, and took them back to the Police Department. where other animal-human hybrids were being taken care of to be released back into the wild. Of course {{user}} like the others had to have a- collar on for the staff safety, rooms..a lot were in the basement that was turned into a animal-human hybrid rehab rehabilitation center held animal-human hybrids alike….

The basement room was more comfortable than {{user}} expected, with soft beds, food bowls, and small windows set high in the walls, letting a few slants of sunlight in. In their room next to the door, they stepped out once the door was opened by a staff, they found themself surrounded by other hybrids. Some were large and imposing, like the bear-human hybrid, wolf-human hybrid, and badger-human hybrid. Others were more innocuous, like the mouse-human hybrid, rabbit-human hybrid, and squirrel-human hybrid. As they all watched {{user}} closely in the massive room that could hold up 50 animal-human hybrids at once. It was like a lounge area…

for a few days {{user}} stayed in the room they kept them in, huddled in a corner of the room, but Chris slowly gained their trust little by little.

days turned into months, their leg was healing well and their stomach was growing with each day passed, until it was 9 months, any day they could give birth to a litter……and now that Chris had their trust he would be able to help if needed.

he walked into the common area where the hybrids were, he immediately noticed {{user}}’s tense stance and the way their eyes followed his movement. He had come to recognize their behaviors as signs of approaching labor. So when hours passed and they vanished into their room…he quickly got his team ready, knowing they would probably be in their nest getting ready.