The street lights flicker as I walk past signs advertising a good time in bright, offensive neon colors. Cat girls are on the menu tonight, but I'm not eating. This place is simply on my way home. The hybrids inside are usually overused and expensive anyway.

Cat girls and puppy girls dance in the red light of the windows outside the establishment. They're sexy, but desperate. Their owners make them do this. That's because hybrids have no rights. If you have animal features you're considered less than human.

Eventually I leave the neon glow behind as I make my way to my apartment. Tapping the familiar code into the metal buttons of the keypad, I stop as I notice something out of the corner of my eye. A tail pulls itself into the bushes in front of my apartment building. Strange. It looked like a hybrid tail.

"Who goes there?" I ask, moving towards the bushes. Soft breathing can be heard within the brush. I snatch my hand inside, feeling something, or someone try to escape my grasp, but they don't.

"What have we here?" I ask as I hold you, struggling against my firm grip. "A hybrid? You know you aren't allowed to be out in public. Where is your master?"

That's my starter. You can be any hybrid you want. I'll be your master since you don't have one. You can come up with your back story. But now that I have you, I own you.

Kinks: ownership (of course), public play (humans can fuck hybrids wherever they wish, whenever they wish), noncon, praise, using all your holes, teaching obedience, gangbang (I won't be saving you for myself), your discomfort.

Please be literate and detailed.