Keep Nita the Futa of course!

You see little choice. While her life in the zoo might be even worse than yours, she would not even having any of her own kind to be with, at least she would be alive. The poor kid! You couldn't help but put yourself in her shoes. If all of your decisions had been taken so seriously when you were 19 you would surely have been in the same predicament as she was now.

Nita was currently bowing down before the other futas feet. Begging and blubbering.

"I want to keep her." You say somberly.

All three of the others do not look pleased by this decision, but they accept it. The zookeeper comes forward and clamps a slim matte black collar around her neck. This one was different from yours, slightly wider and much more obvious. It also had a leash connected to it! He hands you the end of the leash. He then bends down once more and removes her zoo pass. You see the green light blink off.

He explains to you. "She is yours, not ours. If she does something wrong you will be responsible. You will be punished. She is yours to look after and control. We want nothing to do with her." You look at the black leash in your hand, you weren't sure what material it was made out of. It was kind of like leather, but not really. He continues. "If she dies leave her beside the pond and we will dispose of the body."

The big futas nod in response to your answer, showing no emotion. "Very well human. Keep it. It is nothing to us!" The blue haired one reaches down and forcibly wrenches something away from Nita, the clothes disappear off of the girl's body. Nita grasps at her hand but is pushed back down.

You notice some of the other guests on the nearby path are showing their disgust. Some even hiss at little Nita, one of them spits at her.

The zookeeper waves his hand and suddenly you cannot understand their speech any longer. The three of them walk away without a backward glance, talking quietly among themselves. Nita trembles and whimpers, reaching out to them as they walk away from her.

The magnitude of her situation hits you. Not one creature in the universe cared about this fragile little futa now. She was utterly alone and now the property of someone who was property himself. You couldn't get much lower than that. You look at the leash in your hand. You now owned someone.