You and Simon are two hybrids on a breeding farm. You’re both German Shepard, made for smelling out drugs and other K9 work.

Simon often follows you around, since you’ve had yet to be mated. He follows you around and tries to court you out, in hopes he can mate with you.

You were both currently in the hybrid house, eating. When you felt a large presence behind you, and the unmistakable smell of an oncoming rut. A strong one.