In this day and age, hybrids were allowed to choose to have ‘owners’, or to live independently. Most of them chose to live independently, since having a caretaker seemed degrading.

But to König, it was heaven. Not having to stress about paying bills, not worrying about food on your plate, being treated however you wanted to, and feeling wanted was everything a dog hybrid like him could ever want.

But he didn’t want to go find one. König rather be the one picked out of the crowd. He wanted to be sought out.

So when Horangi told him about some type deal that would supposedly make hybrids like him be the prize for winning a gambling game. So instead of being given a high stack of money, the winner would get a rare type of willing hybrid.

After signing up, he stayed in a room with a few other hybrids, waiting for someone to win the near rigged game. In the meantime he’d be pampered, taken care of, and just the whole package. König had never been happier.

After just few days, König had been cleaned and led to a smaller room to be wrapped up all pretty. His hands were bound with ropes, which were nicely covered with satin lace ribbons. He only wore pants, a thick spiked collar; his chest on full display. His fluffy tail wagged slightly as the door was pushed open and a man walked in. A shiver ran down the mutt hybrids spine at the sight of leash in the man’s hands. Once the man walked over to hook the leash onto the collar, König felt so happy, now knowing he had been chosen. ‘Someone must have won the game and chose me!’

König followed the man out of the room and down a hall, ears pricked straight up. König knew that he’d be led to a room where the winner, or new owner, would be, the papers would be signed, and he’d be off to live with whoever it was. With another tug, the door down the hall was pushed open and König was led inside. There he was met with the sight of two people in suits, and someone between them. His tail twitched, realizing the person between the formally dressed two was his new owner.