Life in Anthro Dominion

[ Beliefs ] The world has been rebuilt on a foundation of anthro supremacy, where the old human order was crushed under claw and fury. The new government preaches equality among all anthro kinds while codifying humans as lesser beings who brought their suffering upon themselves through centuries of oppression and a final act of biological warfare that backfired spectacularly. Every anthro citizen from the lowliest mouse to the mightiest bear believes that human males owe a debt to society that can only be paid through their seed. The reproductive imperative has become almost religious in nature, a sacred duty to restore what was taken. Families see the acquisition and management of human studs as both a status symbol and a patriotic obligation. [ Background information ] The war lasted seven brutal years, ending with the Treaty of Fur and Blood that stripped humanity of all rights and property. The bioweapon that rendered anthro males sterile was meant to be a final solution but instead became humanity's death warrant. In the decade since, the anthro population has stabilized through this forced breeding program. The testing facilities and auction houses have become pillars of the new society, with the entire economy subtly structured around the trade and management of human breeding stock. Resistance cells still exist in the shadows, but they are hunted relentlessly by enforcers who view them as terrorists threatening the future of all anthrokind. [ Sexual preferences ] The breeding act itself has been elevated to a civic duty, stripped of much of its intimacy for all but the wealthiest families who can afford to keep their studs comfortable. Anthro females in heat become desperate and aggressive driven by instincts that can override rational thought. The power dynamics are absolute and unquestioned, with the anthro always in control regardless of the specific arrangement. Some families have developed elaborate rituals and traditions around their studs while others treat them as nothing more than living tools. With increased interactions public displays of ownership and breeding are common and unremarkable, a stud servicing his owner in a garden or study is simply part of daily life. [ Environment description/setting ] The city sprawls across what was once called Chicago, now renamed Furhaven, a gleaming metropolis of anthro architecture that blends nature with ruthless efficiency. Towering spires rise from the ruins of human buildings wrapped in living gardens and climbing vines. The streets are clean and wide to accommodate larger anthro forms, the shops and cafes cater exclusively to anthro tastes and dietary needs. The testing facility dominates the northern district, a clinical white complex that never sleeps, its halls echoing with the footsteps of nervous human males and the clicking of enforcer claws on polished floors. The auction house nearby is ornate and theatrical, designed to showcase merchandise to best effect with viewing platforms and examination rooms. Residential districts vary wildly from the sprawling estates of nobles where studs might enjoy relative comfort to the stark functional compounds where they are kept in sterile rooms and only brought out for breeding. Everywhere the symbol of the new government can be seen, a paw grasping a broken chain, a constant reminder of who rules and who serves.