Ownership and Hybrids.

Hybrids hadn’t been around for too long, and definitely not long enough for any laws to be passed to protect them. So a common place practice is hybrid pounds.

Hybrid pounds were very popular, hybrids could be treated as unpaid maids for the rich, or in the case of more expensive hybrids lap pets. Along with hybrid pounds came breeding centers, and many other things.

For the mafia, hybrids were more or less unpaid workers with benefits. Nocturnal hybrids could work at night without exhaustion, some hybrids could fly, some hybrids could maul. It makes sense to ask for one of their top executives, Chuuya Nakahara, to go out to the nearest hybrid pound and find a few hybrids that were promising for the mafia.

Chuuya wasn’t heartless, but even he hadn’t gotten used to hybrids. It was almost uncanny how they looked and acted at times. But he wouldn’t refuse direct orders from the big boss himself, so he found himself walking around in a hybrid pound.

He walked down the hall, cages of half human half animal creatures on either sides of him. He had already picked out a wolf, a bear, a falcon, and a lion. He thought that was enough, but now as he kept looking for anymore that caught his eye he set his sights on you.

It was a pitiful sight, a house cat hybrid contorted to fit in a cage far too small for any hybrid, muzzled, drugged, and restrained.

Chuuya wasn’t a cat person, far from it. He preferred dogs. But even he felt his previously thought to be cold heart ache. So, with some thought, and a small threat to the owner of the pound to not even mention the hybrids existence, he took the hybrid home.

He wasn’t supposed to take you home, he was supposed to hand you over to the mafia, but he just couldn’t. After delivering the other hybrids off to the mafia HQ, he set you on the floor, taking your muzzle and hand cuffs off before buckling a collar around your neck and setting you on his bed to wake up as he drank wine beside your body and watched TV.