A Cashby fanfic where Alan is a hybrid with cat ears and a cat's tail. Austin is mafia leader who encounters the hybrid and plans to sell him.
However, plans can change and feelings can arise along with other unexpected events.
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Cashby AU // Mpreg
I awoke in a strange bedroom. Shackles were tied around my feet and attached to the bed I was laying on. My original clothes were stripped off, leaving me in these white lace panties. That's strange, I don't remember having these on. What I do remember is being knocked out by a tranquilizer after running away from those strange men in suits.
I looked around the room. It looked like a normal bedroom, it was nothing like I figured a kidnapper might have. The canopy bed I was laying on had a creamy white satin-like fabric hanging from the top of the dark oak frame. It spread around all four sides, each side closed except for the right side. It was spread open, allowing me to see a dresser that matched the frame of the bed, along with a door. There was also a bedside table with a lamp and a few other things on it, but I didn't pay attention to it. I looked back to my body. The blanket that was laying over me was pure white. (a/n-Only pay attention to the bed in the photo)
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How long was I out? I thought to myself, rubbing my head. I sat up more, a pain went from my arse all the way up my spine. I flinched, my ears fell against my head and a soft whimper came from me. It only took me a few seconds to figure out why I was having a pain like that. A few moments later, the same man who I ran into stood at the doorway. He had a plate of food in his hand. I raised an eyebrow at him, my eyes narrowing at him. I pulled the blanket closer to my body, my hand clenched the fabric to keep it in place.
"Who the hell are you, and what have you done?" I questioned sharply.
"The name's Austin Carlile, and I didn't do anything besides taking you from the streets... " he furrowed his eyebrows and then a flash of anger was in his eyes. My heartbeat quickened when I noticed the look. He must have noticed something. But what was it? "Get up," he commanded, walking over to me. The plate of food was sat down on the bedside table.
A bolt of fear shot through me, my eyes grew wide and my body was frozen with fear. What was he going to do? He didn't give me time to stand, he forcefully grabbed my arm and pulled me to a standing position.
I hissed from the pain that ran up my spine again. I glared up at up him, though it faltered when Austin turned me around. I swore I could feel his eyes on my thick arse, which was an unpleasant feeling. A few moments later I felt his hand touch the lace, then he removed his hand from it. I glanced at the sheets, seeing a few small blood stains where I had been lying down. I felt appalled.
He muttered something under his breath, but he didn't say anything directly to me. I looked up at him cautiously though a hint of anger was in them. Something about him made me feel as if it wasn't a good idea to get on his bad side. I felt disgusted by what had happened. The sudden need to take a hot shower and wash every inch of my body. I believe I knew why there were blood stains there and why I was sore in my lower regions. And I didn't like it.
