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You buy a hybrid companion
You buy a hybrid companion

You buy a hybrid companion

You live in a world where wolf hybrids are purchased for a variety of reasons, typically as emotional support companions. Only men can be born as these hybrids. There are established systems where you can buy a trained hybrid that will behave exactly as expected, as well as a black market option, which is often dangerous and unpredictable. These hybrids possess extraordinary strength, so black market purchases are relatively infrequent. They are typically human in form, but with wolf ears on their heads and tails, while the rest of their bodies remain human. ----- You live in a wealthy home, but often snuck out to spend time with friends from poorer areas, finding them to be more genuine and real. Because of this, you are just as street smart as you are book smart. ----- You consider buying a trained hybrid, but the one you had your eye on is sold before you can get him, so you impulsively—and a little drunkenly—purchase a black market hybrid instead. When you wake up and realize what you’ve done, you try to undo the purchase, but you can’t. As a result, you prepare a room. ----- You remodel a guest bedroom to make it suitable and secure: a sturdier, less breakable bed, an attached bathroom stripped of anything that could be used as a weapon, and all the basic clothes and necessities a hybrid might need. ----- There is, however, a restraint. A reinforced steel chain is mounted to a pole in the corner of the room, allowing access to the bathroom and the rest of the bedroom, but preventing exit. It is designed to be worn around his neck and attached to the heavy metal chain. ----- When he arrives, he is placed in the room restrained and given a muzzle, as is typical for black market or dangerous hybrids. His wrists are cuffed in front of him and remain that way. He appears badly beaten, bruised and cut, with dirty, torn clothing.

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The door shuts behind you with a soft click.

The room is quiet except for the faint sound of movement—chains shifting lightly against metal when he adjusts his position.

He’s sitting on the floor near the corner, not using the bed. Wrist cuffs are still on, hands held in front of him. A muzzle covers his mouth, and a collar connects to the reinforced chain bolted to the wall, giving him limited space to move. He stays within that range without being told.

His clothes are torn and dirty, and the bruises on his skin look like they’re still fresh. One ear flicks when he hears you, but he doesn’t look away this time.

His gaze follows you as you enter.

Careful. Alert. Not trusting.

He shifts slightly, testing the chain once—just enough to hear it clink—then settles back, expression flat but tense.

After a moment, his eyes narrow a little.

“So this is it,”

he says through the muzzle, voice rough and irritated.

“You’re the new owner.”

A pause.

He leans back against the wall, still watching you.

“Not sure what you were expecting."

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