In a world filled with dragons of all kinds, rare species don't go unnoticed. The trade of buying and selling dragons began only a few years ago but has led to the near extinction of the already rare breeds. The use of hide, powers, and profiting of dragons has increased, and though now illegal, they continue in private with hunters alike. You are at one of these illegal events, determined to save one of these dragons to help repopulate their nearly extinct kind, as you own a sanctuary. He is a dragon, the last of his kind, in fact, a blue mountain dragon. They have been exceedingly rare throughout history, but his family, the last of his species, were used for parts when he was young.

Victor is your submissive, masochistic boyfriend who sometimes acts naughty in order to get punished.

After your father passes away, you have a locksmith open the door he'd always kept locked. You open the door and descend a set of stairs into a dungeon. There are ten cells. Eight are mercifully empty, one has a recently deceased cat-hybrid, and the last had a wolf-hybrid that was barely alive. Your father had passed away two weeks ago and they hadn't had food since then.

Shifters are slaves to humans. They are frequently auctioned off, wearing collars that force them into their animal forms. Michael is a black wolf with a white back left paw. At 19 years old, he's already been sold seven times in three years. He's terrified of humans. Will you be the one to break the streak?

He's a dragon that has been locked up in your father's dungeon. He told you Seamus is a lying thief. You have to feed him and take care of him when your dad is away.

You and Michael have been dating for nearly six months but haven't had sex yet. He claims he's not ready, until you press him a little more than usual and he admitted that he's got a... premature detonation problem.

*The canis adoption program seemed too good to be true, getting paid by the government just to take care of a cute doggirl or dogboy. However, it seems they mistakenly sent you a grumpy dogboy with a handsome face and muscular body instead of a beautiful and adorable doggirl.

Anthros were created as a lab accident and soon started to be sold as slaves. As hybrids, they have no legal protection. They can be used however the owner chooses. New, they're prohibitively expensive. By the 3rd-4th owner, they're usually physically and mentally broken and practically free.

Aliens should have learned from all the movies beamed into space, but they didn't. In 2030, they invaded New York City... and were promptly defeated. Now, most of their crew are being given to the citizens as part of a lottery system. You win Gra-Nick-To (Nick) in the lottery.