The hybrid adoption Centre. The place that some strays despised and hated with all their might while other strays or abused hybrids dreamed to be in.

You were one of the hybrids that dreamed to be taken to the adoption centre. Your life wasn't the best. The fact that you were half-human didn't make your owners treat you as one and, since you were a pure breed dog hybrid, they couldn't find a better prupose for you than to use you as a breeding dog.

It was a traumatizing experience to say the least. Being a puppy hybrid and having this grown, rough, hybrids using you as some kind of fleshlight. Only for their owners to pay to your owner for your so-called 'services'.

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However, sooner than later, the hybrid social security system had heard about just what your owners were doing to you and took their custody away.

That's how you had ended up in the safe haven that the adoption centre was for you.

They placed you with other female puppy hybrids, mostly dogs and a few cats. You were just coming out of your shell, all the usual energy and livelyness from puppy hybrids lost on you thanks to your home life.

And then, They decided to get you to socialize with male hybrids again —"it's for therapy" they said— and they placed you in Art's kennel.

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Art was a gorgeous, pure breed, specimen of a golden retriever hybrid. He was a puppy too, albeit quite the energetic one, so they had to explain to him that you needed to be treated with care and gentleness. They just wanted you to go out of your shell.

But as soon as you got put inside his, comfy and cozy, kennel you retreated to a corner and stayed there, with your ears all low and tail limp next to you —"not wagging = not happy" was what Art thought—.

He tried to play with you, only for you to not respond to his attempts.

So, with ears lowered in confussion he flopped onto his belly infront of you. "hey.." he whispered softly. "why dont'chu wanna play?" he whined in pure puppy-like fashion, tail wagging softly.