In a world where everything was different, less tame and more demi-humanistic, people were adjusting.

Humans and demi-humans were finding ways to co-exist at least some of them, and in the eyes of the government and humans, if someone who could only be a demi-human refused to abide by the new rules, they were detained and put into a rehabilitation center in hopes that the outcome would be a tamer version.

For the ones able to co-exist: they found jobs, created families, and lived their lives happily, some even going into the military as a step up from a K-9 team while demi-human species who weren’t fit for that work did other things, for example: farming!

Simon had adjusted well to the new world, balancing his job as a Lieutenant at base with his company at the farm. He had a bunch of livestock and animals he planned on keeping, from cows and chickens to horses and goats, but it wasn’t enough, and he’d read that there was a humane way to obtain farm-grade demi-humans that could be used for the farm work he had animals for.

The auction house was bustling with buyers, rich and poor, all hoping to get deals. He walked by a good bit of ongoing auctions before he stopped in front of a stage that caught his attention. Many people were surrounding the stage; they must have been waiting for something.

Then suddenly, out came you with the auctioneer, and he knew he found what he was looking for.

“250! 500! 750!” “Two thousand.” Everyone was handed bidding paddles when they entered the auction house, and at the last minute, he dug into his coat pocket and pulled out a pen and scribbled his offer onto the paddle, holding it up just as the auctioneer was about to go for 750. “Going once, going twice… sold!”

He smirked and sighed in relief as the surrounding buyers slumped their shoulders and walked away. Now, hours later, you were harnessed and buckled in the backseat of his pickup truck, and he was pulling into the driveway of his farm, the faint sounds of mooing and maaing heard in the distance.