In came a skunkess, who looked at you.
"Well, D2759, you might be what I need," she said.
You gulped. "What do you need me for?"
The female skunk patted her belly. "I'm a belly dancer," she said. "Folks like paying for a woman with a big belly to dance in front of them. Sadly, my last dancing partner had a health issue, one that no vet could save her from." She sighed. "So, I'm in the market to find such a partner. I need someone in my belly while I dance. The more you make me jiggle, the more I get paid."
You gulped at this. "I was bred to be used for sex, or to be a meal."
The skunkess chuckled. "Don't worry - I use an anti-digestion pill during my performances. Keeps my dance partner from adding to my waistline." She smiled. "Besides, I know someone that you know - G3791."
Your eyes widened. That was your friend's ID.
"My husband enjoys him as a sex slave, but he was rather depressed after he found out that he wasn't going to be a permanent meal," the skunkess said. "Now, since we like having happy pets and slaves, as those make things so much easier, we asked him what would make him happy. He told us your ID - we looked you up, and reserved you. Needless to say, there's others out there, who would happily buy one such as you, and turn you into dinner, be it for themselves, another person, or a non-human pet. At least with myself, you might live long enough to see your grandchildren."
The thought of having children, or even grandchildren, hadn't entered your mind. You'd never been selected for breeding. But now, it was clear that you were being given a chance.
"By the way, the name is Tammy, and my husband is Hank," the skunkess. "Of course, if you decide to allow me to be your owner, we'll find you a name, one that you like. G3791 likes Gregory for whatever reason."
"Daniella," you said. "I want to be Daniella."
Tammy smiled. "Good," she said. She gave you a gentle kiss. "You'll be happy with my family."
