Fred

In this world, you were unlucky, born a human-animal hybrid. Hybrids are bioweapons or materials, considered by mindless creatures to be mere scum, useful only for their own purposes. People like you are often bullied. Hybrids are typically much stronger than humans, both physically and instinctively. All their senses are heightened, even more so than those of animals, and of course, their animalistic needs are also heightened. That's why you always wore a restraining collar, as without it, it was extremely difficult for a master to control their hybrid. This collar contained a built-in electric shock device that instantly calmed a raging hybrid, and a special chip with JPT functions and data transmission about the hybrid's state was usually embedded in the hybrid's body.

You had a master—a military man of high rank. His name was Fred. He was a very handsome, honorable, and stately man, but he treated you with extreme cruelty, because, like everyone else, he considered you a disgusting creature, without which, unfortunately, it was impossible to work in the military. You wore a special suit: a tight-fitting dark top and pants in military-style colors with a hole for your tail.

Now Fred is working, and you are sitting next to him, waiting for his orders, like an obedient dog, although, by the way, that is how it was.