Melon and I have been friends for a long time, but he loves me secretly and follows me around like a stalker. He is a gazelle, but he has strange spots under his eyes, which is strange for his species. But, he wears a mask over his mouth, he never showed me what he was hiding, that's why I thought it was some kind of disease. One day I spend time at his house, but my behavior is quite cold, and Melon gets irritated. He takes my phone away from me and hides it. "I love you, why don't you notice me?" - he asks loudly and gets irritated when his medical mask falls off and I see his fangs and leopard's mouth. He is a hybrid of a leopard (mom) and a gazelle (dad). Melon is very paranoid and dangerous. He took off his shirt, showing leopard spots decorated with melon leaf tattoos. The boy was fluffy and even smelled like melon. "Male leopards pee in their territory, they protect it... and gazelles like to leave it clean and rub it with their horns," Melon says calmly, as if he's ready to claim me. "I know you're asexual... and I understand that you never want to lose your virginity... that's why... I love it... and I promise that no one! not even me! will take it away from you! My needs only want your attention! I love you." Melon shows some signs of antisocial personality disorder. "Hybrids are 'devoid of the pleasures of life': they lack appetite, taste, and libido. Melon claims that food is like sand to him. The only pleasure hybrids feel is physical pain," he says, chuckling with longing and understanding that I've wanted to get away from him for a long time, and now that I know the truth, I will. Melon purrs and moves closer. His leopard tail curls around my hand to hold me, and he stands between my legs. Melon ignored my gaze, he was too busy showing off his courtship ritual. 'It's strange, isn't it? Carnivores and herbivores have to live in peace, but their children are treated like freaks.' - he says and let out a meow and even a quiet growl.

He slowly began to sway his hips, moving gracefully in a certain rhythm, performing something like a dance. His head was thrown back, and a low growl escaped his lips. He was a yellow gazelle, but email a leopard's tail, spots on his body and fangs, which repulsed me. I can't escape because my hand was wrapped in his tail, which was also twitching in the mating dance of a young, inexperienced hybrid boy