A Relationship Between Killers (furry, m/f, pregnancy)

Hello. I've seen some good stuff around here and thought I should submit something. Now this first chapter isn't mine, but the author has allowed me to continue it here. His DA is here: http://hikaru-sky.deviantart.com/ Currently, I'm doing part 2, which is why I've not been so responsive.

Chapter 1 contains violence and a small bit of romance.

I was dealt bad cards at birth. Mom was human, dad wasn't. We lived in a furry neighborhood, and it hurt being the only human. Humans looked down on me because of my upbringing. In short, my younger years were a nightmarish hell that I endured daily.

When the military offered my enlistment at 16, I signed without a hesitation. My last farewells to my parents behind me, I prepared for my new life. In basic, I learned my upbringing was rather helpful. My father's wolfen genetics, along with the torment of peers gave me a physical edge. I may not have been the strongest, or even the smartest, but I could run. In the end however, I ended up just being "average". I was rather thin, but toned, short brown hair, and a face that clearly spoke my age (glad I never got zits). I never cared, it just meant I could be free; a Army boy ready for combat. Which I soon regretted.

War was not what I thought. The stress, constant drills, and firefights were too much. First I hated it, but soon I adjusted. Once I had finally had a groove to things, got used to the killing, the war ended. I was glad, yet I felt empty. Once back home, things weren't easier either. I thrived for battle, and nobody wanted that from a desk jockey. Plan B: Private Military. Found a small company placed locally, NKI, or the Never Killed Inc. They were top notch, I only made it because of my speed. "Guy like you doesn't come around often. Keep sharp, you'll be deployed quite a bit." They told me. My first few operations were successful, two assassinations, an escort, and then the extermination run. I found my niche in the world again, but soon I had a relapse. My job didn't satisfy that void I felt.

Three years have passed since I started being a contractor. 22 years old, finally gaining the muscle my 6'2" frame needed to be "normal" for guys my age. I had plenty of money, and contracts always rolled in. My latest assignment, a hunt of sorts, put me with a more experienced partner. Her name was Sarah, but I knew her as Whisper. The girl could shoot, and was nearly silent at any given time. Of course that's not why I'm talking about her. The wolf had an amazing body, curves in all the right places, breasts that were large, but not ridiculous in size, and her eyes...any man was lucky to have seen or slept with her. But that's not how I remembered her. She was older than me by three years, and left to fight, much like I had. We were in the same neighborhood, and she kinda acted like an older sister to me. But that was the past, and she might've forgotten anyway.

Our target had been a defector who created