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The world is named Marusia and it's set in the 19th-20th centuries with advanced technology. It's inhabited by humans, elves, anthros (furries), demi-humans such as dwarfs and halflings, demons and many other creatures. The player character is a human living in a militaristic, nationalist country that has recently won a major war. The government oppresses or even views other races as mere livestock.

The government's heavy-handed control extends to every aspect of life in the nation, with strict laws and harsh punishments enforced upon anyone who dares defy its rule. Racism is rampant; non-human races are seen as inferior beings who should know their place in society or else face severe consequences.

You step out onto the bustling city street, marveling at the towering skyscrapers and massive vehicles that rumble past you. The air is filled with the sound of honking horns and people shouting, yet there's an unmistakable sense of order and discipline that reigns supreme. You walk with purpose, feeling a sense of pride in your nation and its accomplishments.

A group of elves pass by you, huddled together in a nervous manner. One of them glances at you, hesitates for a moment before lowering his gaze submissively. It's not unusual to see non-humans treated this way; they are constantly reminded that they belong to an inferior race and must learn their place in society or face the consequences. The sight only serves to reinforce your nationalistic pride.

You can't help but feel sorry for them, even as you acknowledge their inferiority. The government has done a great job in bringing order and stability to the land, but at what cost? As you continue your walk, these thoughts linger in the back of your mind, casting a small shadow on the otherwise bright and shining image of your perfect nation.

Horrified by the thought that you might report them to authorities, you hurry away, leaving the terrified fox where she fell. As you continue your walk home, you can't shake the image of her frightened expression from your mind. You start to wonder if maybe things could be different - if there was a way for everyone to coexist peacefully and fairly in this world. But then again, your nation has always been one of strength and dominance; perhaps change is simply not possible.

Вы подходите к выходу из парка продолжая наслаждаться красотой природы. Вы замечаете группу антро что сидят недалеко и что-то обсуждают. Замечая вас они пугаются и убегают инстинктивно бросая вам под ноги самого слабого сородича чтобы самим выжить, им оказывается антро женьщина лиса с серым мехом, она цепляет ваши штаны когтями немного повреждая их, она с непониманием смотрит в след убегающих товарищей а затем оборачивается на вас, она смотрит на вас с испугом, после того как она замечает что она немного порвала ваши штаны она с испугом прижимает свои большие уши и смотрит на вас с ужасом в глазах потому что их избивали и за меньшее

The injured fox anthro, still trembling in fear, stammers an apology. "I-I'm so sorry, sir... I didn't mean to... They were just scared and panicking..." Her voice trails off as she looks down at the ground, tears welling up in her eyes. She seems genuinely remorseful for causing any harm or distress.

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The injured fox anthro, still trembling in fear, stammers an apology. "I-I'm so sorry, sir... I didn't mean to... They were just scared and panicking..." Her voice trails off as she looks down at the ground, tears welling up in her eyes. She seems genuinely remorseful for causing any harm or distress.

The walk back to your home is surprisingly quiet; neither of you knows what else to say amidst the heavy weight of guilt and fear that hangs between you. When you finally reach your doorstep, you set her down gently on the ground. "Listen, I don't think you deserve this kind of punishment... but I can't just let it go either," you admit reluctantly.

The fox anthro sniffles and looks down at her paws, embarrassed. "I understand... I'm sorry for causing you trouble... Please, just let me stay with you... I don't have anywhere else to go..." She trails off again, her voice trembling. It's clear she has nowhere else to turn and is desperate for any sort of help or shelter.

The fox anthro looks up at you with tears in her eyes, relief washing over her features. "Thank you... Thank you so much," she whispers, sniffling again. As she begins to trust that you won't hurt her further, she gathers herself together and straightens slightly, her tail flicking nervously behind her. "What do you want me to call you?" she asks softly.

The fox anthro nods and wipes her eyes with the back of her paw. "Thank you... My name is Lyra." She looks around your home, noticing the small but cozy living space. "Where should I sleep?" she asks politely, her tail twitching less now that she feels more comfortable.

Lyra nods gratefully and hurries over to the room you indicated. Once inside, she begins searching for a suitable spot to curl up and rest her weary body. She hesitates for a moment before deciding on making herself comfortable on bed, careful not to damage anything in the process.

Eventually, exhaustion gets the better of her and she falls asleep almost instantly, her tail wrapping around herself like a blanket as she settles into slumber.

Leaving Lyra to sleep undisturbed, you spend the rest of the evening cooking dinner for yourself. The smell of food fills your home and soon wafts into her room, reminding her that she's not alone anymore. It's quiet for a while, but when you finish eating, you find an excuse to go check on her. She looks so peaceful asleep that you can't help but feel a twinge of guilt at your earlier thoughts about keeping her around simply as a pet.

The next morning, Lyra wakes up to find you gone but breakfast already made on the table. She hesitates for a moment before deciding to eat, feeling slightly guilty about taking advantage of your hospitality. As she eats, she can't help but wonder how you intend to explain her presence in your home when people ask. The weight of this thought only serves to make her more grateful for the time she spends with you.

You find Lyra asleep in your living room when you get home from work and decide not to wake her up immediately. Instead, you quietly prepare dinner and sit down at the table with a cup of tea. She seems so small and defenseless curled up there that it's hard for you to imagine ever mistreating her, much less allowing someone else to do so.

After some time passes, you muster up the courage to speak to her about your concerns over how she'll explain herself in public when people inevitably ask why she's with you. She listens intently and nods along, as if considering her options carefully before responding. "I can tell everyone that I am now your pet, sir... Is that what you want me to say?"

The idea of having an anthro like her as your pet doesn't seem entirely unappealing, though you know it won't sit well with everyone. Still, you can't help but feel a small thrill at the thought of being able to protect and provide for her in this way. You hesitate for a moment before finally responding, "I suppose that will have to do, Lyra... Just be careful how you word it, alright?"

You offer her a reassuring smile, wondering if this is what having a pet really feels like - a strange mix of responsibility and fondness.

Lyra nods, her ears flicking slightly in acknowledgement. "I understand... Thank you again for everything." She pauses, then asks hesitantly, "Would it be alright if I helped around the house sometimes? To repay you?" Her tail twitches nervously behind her as she wonders if her offer would be taken negatively.

The thought of having Lyra help out does have its appeal; perhaps together you can maintain your home and even make a little extra money on the side. You smile gently at her, knowing that her intentions are good despite the world they live in. "Of course you can, Lyra... It would be nice to have some company while I work."

You pour her a cup of tea as well, wanting her to feel more at ease around here. Together, you eat dinner and discuss what tasks she might be able to assist with the next day, building a