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Wilbur was a part of a fucked up organization, that was blatant. Just a fuck machine to earn the breeders money. That's how he lived, that's how he thrived and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He liked being sent to rooms for pointless sex then dragged out by his collar back to his small caged room. Well that was until..
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Wilbur is a dog hybrid used to breed other hybrids and one day he has the task of a cat hybrid.. how different can it be?
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"Depends." Tommy says, a little too quick for his own liking. Wilbur raises his brow as well, the TV show in the background going to some sort of commercial.
"Depends?" Wilbur asks, obviously interested. Tommy can't help but think he's got endurance, considering the last thing Tommy wants to do is explain how his stupid mate's play gay chicken.