For @sinfullyhandsome for making cat Rhys and dog Jack a reality (thank you again!)
Everybody said that working for a corporation was like a dog eat dog world and with Hyperion they were literally right. Almost ninety-nine percent of Hyperion was of the canine race, with Handsome Jack the top dog alpha who kept everything, and everybody, in order.
That doesn’t mean Hyperion had gone completely to the dogs. Hyperion was, after all, an equal opportunity employer actively seeking out other species to fill the quick turnover at the company. Most lasted twenty-four hours before they caught the first shuttle off of Helios when they realized the pack mentality that ran the station.
The first day Rhys had arrived, he’d considered it but he couldn’t leave his best friend, Vaughn who was one of maybe a handful of the hamster species, alone on the station. The dogs would have ripped him apart and as long as they were together, the dogs like the asshole Vasquez left Vaughn alone and focused on Rhys instead.
After all, dogs love to chase cats but unlike felines of his species, Rhys didn’t run. Instead he fought, and his torn ears and missing arm were proof of his battles. Most felines were found in the Eden planets, working as artists or craftspeople, Rhys was an anomaly in the tech field so he had to work twice as hard and be better then the other dog’s that thought he was easy prey.
Which is where he wasn’t surprised to find himself alone in a cramped corridor surrounded by Vasquez and his pack.
“Rhys, Rhys, Rhys… What am I going to do with you?” Vasquez shook his head, his cropped ears shaking with the movement.
Rhys eyed the six dogs, flattening his red ears against his head, flexing his fingers, his claws sharp.
“I don’t know, Vasquez. That deal was mine, I organized it, and I closed it. You’re just a shit dog and you know it.” Rhys growled.
Vasquez snarled and threw himself at Rhys along as did the other five members of his pack.
Rhys shrieked, soon overpowered. He struggled against the tight grip, hissing as Vasquez and the others parted their lips about to sink into his flesh. Rhys shrieked louder, his own fangs bared, his tail poofed.
“I’m going to enjoy this Rhys. You’re going to scream for hours.” Vasquez snarled.
Everything stopped and Vasquez had just enough time to look over his shoulder before Handsome Jack attacked.
Rhys squeezed his eyes shut, wishing he could block out the high pitched whine and squeals before everything calmed and the bodies were dragged off of him. Rhys laid on the floor, shaking slowly, even as a panting, rough sound filled the air.
Hands pawed at his torn clothes, checking his body for injury. A nose pressed against his neck and drew in a sharp breathe.
Rhys eyes opened. Handsome Jack was towering above him, his face spattered with blood, his eyes filled with worry. Their faces inches apart.
“I had them, Jack!” Rhys snapped.
Jack paused, his eyes searching Rhys’s before he chuckled and shook his head. “‘Course you did, cupcake. Now, why don’t we go have a nice glass of milk and a bath, huh?”
Rhys glanced at the bodies, momentarily startled when he saw them still breathing.
“Examples, cupcake, I can’t have them chasing after my favourite pussy, can I?” Jack leered and Rhys groaned, hitting his arm.