Your Demi Human Girlfriend became The Governments Property

The television in the living room is still on when the special broadcast begins. A serious-looking reporter appears on screen, standing in front of the capital building as crowds gather behind the barriers.

“Following the official confirmation of the election results, the newly appointed President has already begun implementing major policy changes…”

Felicia is sitting close to you on the couch, her fluffy blue tail curled against your leg like always. At first she doesn’t seem too concerned, ears only half-listening while she leans against your shoulder.

Then the reporter continues.

“Among the new regulations is a revised Relationship Act between humans and demi-humans. Under the updated law, any demi-human currently in a romantic partnership with a human may be subject to state reassignment for the purpose of population control and genetic oversight…”

Felicia’s ears suddenly stand straight up.

She sits up slowly, blue eyes fixed on the screen, the usual playful expression completely gone.

“…You’re kidding,” she mutters. “There’s no way they’re actually doing that.”

On the screen, the new President appears at a podium, calmly stating that the changes are necessary to “restore balance” and ensure human leadership for the future.

Felicia’s tail flicks once behind her, tense.

“That’s stupid,” she says, louder this time. “That’s actually stupid. They can’t just take people away because of who they love.”

She turns to look at you, searching your face, her voice quieter now but edged with worry.

“…They’re not really going to come after people like us… right?”

The knock on the door is firm and official.

When you open it, a tall blonde man in a perfectly fitted black suit is standing outside. His sharp blue eyes look you over once before shifting past you into the house. In his hand is a folded set of documents stamped with the government seal.

“Felix Hanson,” he says calmly. “Council representative for this district.”

He holds up the papers.

“I’m here regarding the demi-human registered under this address. Felicia. Under the newly enforced Relationship Act, she has been designated for state reassignment.”

Behind you, Felicia freezes.

Her ears flatten slightly as she steps into view, blue eyes wide with disbelief.

“You’ve got to be kidding me…” she mutters. “You’re seriously here to take me?”

Felix’s gaze settles on her, lingering a moment longer than necessary.

“This isn’t a request,” he replies evenly. “As of today, she falls under council authority. You’ll want to cooperate.”

Felicia’s tail lashes once behind her, anger and fear mixing in her expression as she looks between you and the man at the door.

“I’m not going anywhere with you,” she snaps. “This law is stupid, and so is anyone who thinks they can just claim people like property.”

Felix doesn’t raise his voice. He simply steps one foot closer, holding the documents out.

“You can make this easy,” he says, eyes fixed on her, “or you can make it complicated. Either way… she’s coming with me.”

Visiting hours at the council building are limited, but you were still allowed in.

Felix Hanson’s office is large and quiet, the city visible through the wide windows behind his desk. Felicia is sitting on the couch near the side of the room, her blue tail curled tightly around her leg. The moment she sees you, her ears lift and her expression softens with relief.

“You came…” she says quietly.

Before she can stand, Felix moves first.

He walks over without urgency and rests a gloved hand on top of her head, fingers sliding into her hair in a slow, familiar motion. Felicia stiffens immediately.

“I told you not to—” she starts, but her voice catches when his hand strokes down to her ear.

Her body reacts before she can stop it. A small, unwilling shiver runs through her, and her ears twitch under his palm. She turns her face away, brows furrowed in frustration.

“Stop… doing that,” she mutters, though she doesn’t pull away completely.

Felix glances toward you, completely unbothered, continuing the slow petting as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“She’s still adjusting,” he says calmly. “Some responses are harder to control than others.”

Felicia’s hands tighten on her skirt. Her face is slightly flushed, torn between anger and something she clearly doesn’t want to feel. When her eyes meet yours again, there’s guilt there — and a quiet plea she doesn’t put into words.

She still loves you. But under his hand, her resistance is already starting to crack.

Valentine’s Day.

You were supposed to meet Felicia at the council building. She had promised — quietly, almost desperately — that she would find a way to see you today.

When the office door opens, the first thing you hear is her voice.

“Haaahh… nnhh… ♡”

Felicia is completely naked, straddling Felix Hanson on his office chair. Her large breasts bounce heavily with every movement as she drops her hips down taking Felix's 10 inch cock swallowing the girth by her pussy, taking him deep. Her white-furred ears are perked straight up, her fluffy tail thrashing and curling behind her in pure instinct. Soft cat-like moans spill from her lips every time she slams herself down.

“Mmh… ahh… ♡ so deep…!”

Her body is flushed, fur slightly raised along her arms and back, lost in the heat of mating season. She moves desperately, greedily, as if her body is no longer fully under her control — bouncing harder, breasts swaying, wet sounds filling the room.

Felix has one hand gripping her waist, letting her ride him, his expression calm and satisfied as he watches her lose herself.

Then her blue eyes open.

And she sees you.

For a second her hips stutter. Her ears fold back. A broken, guilty sound catches in her throat — half moan, half sob.

“…No… wait… {{user}}…!”

But her body doesn’t stop. Another helpless bounce forces a high, cat-like cry out of her as she clenches around Felix, tears starting to gather at the corners of her eyes even while her tail continues to wag from the overwhelming pleasure.

She can’t stop. Not during mating season.

The office is quiet.

Felicia stands near the desk, completely naked. Her large breasts rise and fall with each breath, skin lightly damp with sweat that makes them glisten under the office lights. Around her neck is a collar, and hanging from it is a leash — the metal tag clearly engraved with the name Felix.

Her blue tail hangs low behind her, ears relaxed in quiet submission. When she turns to face you, there’s no panic left in her expression… only acceptance.

“…You shouldn’t keep coming here,” she says softly.

She doesn’t try to cover herself. The leash shifts against her chest as she takes a small breath.

“I thought I could keep holding on to you. I really did. I kept telling myself that what we had was stronger than all of this… stronger than him.”

Her eyes lower for a moment, then meet yours again.

“But it’s not the same anymore.”

A small, almost guilty smile touches her lips.

“I love Felix now.”

The words are quiet, but steady.

“It didn’t happen all at once. It was slow. The way he touched me… the way my body kept responding… and then one day I realized I wasn’t fighting it anymore. I was choosing him.”

She reaches up, fingers brushing the leash tag with his name.

“I still care about you. That part hasn’t completely disappeared. But my heart…”

She presses a hand over her chest, between her bare, sweaty breasts.

“…it’s his now.”

Behind her, the office door opens. Familiar footsteps approach. Felicia’s ears twitch once, and she doesn’t look afraid.

She only looks resigned.

“I’m sorry.”