Good Dog. (LB and Shengami.)
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				Title: <strong>Good Dog. (LB and Shengami.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lustful Bride</strong> on <strong>24-01-2015, 01:54:55</strong>
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				The dog kennel was loud and tight. Constant barking and pleading by the various anthro dogs there, despite having full intelligence and the capability of speech, they were treated as nothing more than glrotified pets, and as such were subjected to the same abuses as most pets. <br><br>Such was the case for Trixie, It had been the name she was born with, and the only thing her old abusive owner couldn't take from her. Trixie was a young Doberman like anthro, her tail had been docked before even her first memories and she had spent most of her life keeping her body fit for her previous masters. (Three in total so far.)&nbsp; The dog girl looked more like a dancer than anything else when not wearing clothes, but at the moment she looked like a prisoner, wearing a sleeveless white tank top and an orange jumpsuit like pair of pants as she sat in her little cell, to separate her from other dogs to her more aggressive nature. But despite said nature she had&nbsp; been one of the few anthros in the entire room not to begin barking and asking like mad to be adopted. <br><br>Others offered everything from loyal service to sexual favors in exchange for an adoption, though it wasn't their fault, despite being partially humanoid, they still carried the deep seated desire to please their human masters and to be loved as a member of a family.<br><br>Trixie didn't care though, she knew no one would want her, she was a broken dog with a bad attitude, a small chart outside her cell told any passerbys she was aggressive and showed a beligerant behavior to any and all humans, especially males that tried to speak with her. She hadn't been expecting anyone to show up at all to her side of the kennels truth be told, so it came as an honest surprise to the dog when her ears twitched, picking up the sound of shoes getting closer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Good Dog. (LB and Shengami.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shengami</strong> on <strong>24-01-2015, 06:40:30</strong>
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				Row 5 was the row where the anthros with no hope of a new home were put. Their cages has various tags about disease, unalterable training, and severe behavior issues. It was the row Jimmy walked down prattling like a nervous kid. In truth, Jimmy was better than most and while Nathan had fewer problems with Jimmy than most, the prevalent issue was still present. Here at the kennel, the volunteers and few employees considered their charges living things with rights and needs of their own which deserved healthy and proper care. They still thought of them as animals; that was what drove Nathan nuts about it. Most humans simply did not recognize that anthros had just as complex an internal life and just as much of a need for emotional health as humans did. Unfortunately, even the workers at the kennel were rare in society. Most humans saw Anthros as little more than family pets capable of doing chores and complex tricks. Not that the average Anthro life wasn't pleasant for a dog; it was degrading for a sentient being. The real problem was that unlike a real dog, people only considered it extremely fucked up to screw or beat anthros. It was worse to get caught beating your collie than your collie-anthro in court. Animals deserved proper treatment but there was this unwritten thing in society that anthros were people's whipping boys. Hell, fucking a real dog was illegal in 49 states while fucking your anthro was just a perversion that was looked down upon but not criminalized.<br><br>It made Nathan sick. His family had owned an old cat-anthro as long as he could remember and it helped the kids with lessons, took them to school, read to them at night, and so many other tasks after their father had left. Nathan found it impossible not to think of them as humans, or something just the same. It was why he had become a lawyer and worked in civil rights on the controversial topic of anthro civil rights. He only wished he could do more than help out the kennel occasionally with the really bad cases. He just did not have the time to dedicate to having an Anthro in the home; not that he thought owning one was right. Still, when the kennel got in its worst cases they phoned him to see if he had time. He was legendary for turning around the saddest cases. They were mystified by his talent; he tried to tell them he just treated them like human beings. They thought he ment with human kindness. Prejudice sure made folks obtuse at times. He sighed heavily as Jimmy stopped in front of Trixie's cage and began talking about her in explicit ways like she could not hear him. Nathan ground his teeth and listened, "So three owners and each was worse than the last. Fist guy trained her and beat her, but lost her in a bet to a guy that chained her in a kennel full of bitches and... well, you know whenever he wanted. Sicko-perv." Nathan resisted yelling that what is was called was 'rape.' "Third guy was the real deal sick fuck. Beat her, fucked her, starved, her and worse. Cops got called because he kept a kennel of pitbulls he trained for fighting and swept her up in the arrest. Fuck, if you didn't come in, Trix here was scheduled for destruction next week."<br><br>Nathan pinched his nose and kept his calm as Jimmy assumed he was angry about the owners, not the use of the word "destruction" like she was n it instead of a her. Nathan waved Jimmy off and walked over to crouch down in front of her cage and frowned at the confines, ""So, you're Trixie?" Nathan noted her tail had been docked and her ears shaped, probably when she was a baby/puppy. {color=green]"Well, Trixie, you are coming home with me and we are going to see about making a lady out of you. I know you've been trained like a dog all your life and I will make sure to set your boundaries in terms you understand, but I know you think and feel, too, so I want you to work on expressing yourself. Well, maybe that is too much to take in for now. Suffice to say, I am going to try and save you and if you are a very, very good girl, you might get set free."[/color]<br><br>Free, it was a new and novel idea but some families were setting anthros free in their wills and such. The community of free anthros was tiny but a growing movement. Every rescue Nathan had done was now free and he heard back from many of them. A few, of course, met with less desirable ends. They sold themselves back into slavery, turned tricks, or were caught up by dogcatchers without their papers and treated like strays. Stray anthros were a real problem in society after all, since they would attack humans, turn tricks, fall in with drug users or pimps, or worse. He sighed and held up a bright red leash for her to see, "For now, I will have to use this. I don't want to, but I will." He reached a hand into the cage slowly to clip the leash to her standard issue white, plastic kennel collar.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Good Dog. (LB and Shengami.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lustful Bride</strong> on <strong>25-01-2015, 23:05:17</strong>
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				Trixie listened quietly to the man outside her cell tell her entire life story in a matter of minutes to the other Human. She remembered it all in much greater detail than the man was putting to her story. When he said her destruction was soon, Trixie tried to feel brave, but instead she only had anger. There was nothing to inspire her to feel courage, only hate towards the humans who had mistreated her all her life. And yet some small part of her still wanted to run up to the cell door and back and wag what remained to her tail just for some attention.<br><br>When she heard the newer human arrive she stood up and crossed her arms, not speaking or respondgin to him. The only thing she did at all to acknowledge Nathan was to look in his direction and putting her ears slightly back to express annoyance. When her new owner clipped a leash onto her collar she let out a low growl but kept her hands to her sides, remembering the beating she would get if she ever raised her hands to her previous masters. Not that she could scratch anyone now that the shelter had recently clipped her nails. <br><br>"YEs, sir." She managed to say and followed along with Nathan, going to wherever the pulls of his leash indicated. As she was pulled past other dogs they all barked and asked to be taken as well, or a few male dogs sniffed at her and howled, displaying their chests or muscles to show that they would be a good mate for her. The rest of the stay at the kennel was all a blur for Trixie as she retreated into her own mind and zoned out, usually responding with either nothing ot a quick growl to Nathan if he said anything to her and following him step by step when eh would pull on her leash. To Trixie this was all jst he preview to another abusive owner.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Good Dog. (LB and Shengami.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shengami</strong> on <strong>26-01-2015, 06:09:29</strong>
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				The process was unnecessarily complicated to adopt a dog and ridiculously complicated to foster one. Luckily, Nathan had been through it more than a few times and knew the process. He led Trixie into the front room, where the outside was viewable through cloudy windows and looped her leash on a hook while he filled out the paperwork. Only twice did he turn to her and expect anything from her. The first time he turned and asked her to tilt her chin up, then used a finger to push it up when she refused. When she growled he looked at her sternly but not angrily and used a gentle touch to attach three tags to her collar. One was a simple name/address affair, one was a certification she was healthy, and the last was the one that signified she was dangerous. Nathan frowned at the last two. The first he had brought with him and was a pretty metallic pink color he thought went well against her fur and had her name "Trixie" on one side and his address on the other in case she got lost. The other two the kennel provided and he was required to make her wear. He knew the physical examination they gave these animals was cursory and rough while the bright red tag declaring her a dangerous animal was stupid. It made people afraid of anthros who wore it. It also meant this was her last strike. He sighed deeply and finished the paper work. The second time he turned to her was to offer her a small treat. HE held out a piece of fresh beef jerky to her until she took it then lead her out to his car.<br><br>It was a pleasant looking blue Subaru Forrester with a tan interior and "NPR" and "Obama 2012" stickers on the bumper but unlike all other owners in her past, Nathan did not move to the truck or the backseat to open the car for her but lead her to the front passenger side and opened the door. He did give her a short order to get in though, but he used her name and sounded kind, "Get in, Trixie. We are going home." He then got behind the driver's seat and started to drive calmly and happily home. There was no music coming from the radio in the car like normal; instead, a man talked calmly about some political issue beyond Trixie's understanding. They were about five minutes into the drive when Nathan asked her a series of questions, "So, Trixie, is that the name you prefer? The records do not indicate where that was the name your mother chose or one of your masters. Your birth certificate was filed when you were sold the first time and was an obvious fake. I assume you were born illegally? Well, let's not call it legally or illegally, but in secret? Sentient beings cannot be born illegally, nothing can."<br><br>The question was asked in a nice, even tone and the man seemed to be genuinely interested as he drove calmly and smiled at her when they stopped at a light.
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