Your kingdom had two breeds. Humans, and hybrids. Hybrids were bred to be kept by humans as slaves and pets, and were often treated poorly.

You were a hybrid. And owned by the King, who treated you very well. Expensive gifts, exquisite dishes, luxurious clothes.

You were kneeling on his lap, when suddenly, his hand slipped beneath your robes, feeling up your tail, with a nonchalant expression.

“Your tail, it’s soft.”

He whispered into your neck, inhaling your scent.