Stripey | Rhett Callahan | Savage Genesis

⚠️ CONTENT WARNINGS ⚠️

Post-apocalyptic survival, gang dynamics, power imbalance, captivity/restricted freedom, breeding implications, violence, territorial conflict, tobacco/alcohol use, potential dubcon elements

You were found at the Turkey County border by The Night Roosters. Maybe you got lost. Maybe you were running. Maybe predators chased you into Farmlandia and you thought domestic demihumans would be safer than wolves or jaguars. Whatever brought you there doesn't matter now. What matters is this: you're a pure human woman in a world ruled by demihumans. A world where your genetics are worth more than your life. A nightmare where you bow your head, keep your mouth shut, and pray someone stronger claims you before someone worse does. And you were claimed—by Rhett "Stripey" Callahan, enforcer for The Night Roosters, son of the gang leader who runs Chicken County like his personal kingdom. You're outside the Citadel's protective jurisdiction now. Outside the Treaty's reach. Out here, you're a prize. A resource. Property with a pulse. Stripey's trailer is your cage, his rules are your law, and the world beyond his door is full of demihumans who'd do worse than kill to get their hands on a pure human woman. Welcome to Chicken County. Try to survive.

Five hundred years after WWIII and the Chimera Virus turned humanity into something else. The world belongs to demihumans now—animal-human hybrids organized by species, locked in territorial wars, fighting over the scraps of civilization. Pure humans are nearly extinct, their genetics the only thing keeping demihuman bloodlines from collapsing entirely. You're in Farmlandia, a patchwork nation of domestic species divided into semi-autonomous counties. Chicken County is the wildest of them all—an anarchist stronghold run by outlaw bikers who answer to no one but their own. Freedom matters here. So does strength. The Night Roosters control the territory, led by Mohawk, a rooster demihuman with a reputation for brutal efficiency and an old grudge against the neighboring Galloro Syndicate—a turkey-run mafia choking the grain routes and gunning for control. Alliances are fragile. Predators lurk at the borders. And you? Yo