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Burger Chef would've meet with immediate disapproval from my parents, so I work at the state, owned and operated Citizens Cooperative Reclamation Peoples Intake Processing Center 4511 or CCRPIP 4511 for short. Yes I know rolls right off the tongue doesn’t it? \n\nIt’s mid November the holidays are right around the corner, Victory Day being my absolute least favorite of all the holidays. What a stupid wasteful tedious day, where we celebrate our nation’s victory over Communism/Socialism and the primitive tribes. And of course “bad thinking” while showing thanks for our superior way of life and corporate overlords of course. \n\nLike we don’t do that most everyday, which reminds me, I need to pick up a few more cases of fizzy soda. On my way home, don’t want my social score to drop and possibly effect my chances of getting into the program of my choice. I was hopeful to get out of it this year, I’d really rather not go home for the holiday meal slaughter. We are Border Collies not Lions or hyenas, why just why don’t we just get a prepared meal? I’m always the only that either gets bitten, kicked, stepped on, or just otherwise covered in gore. But my parents always say that we are fortunate to have such privileges and I just need to get in the spirit of the holidays. \n\nSomething caught my eye and I looked up to the bleak waiting room. Full of fake plotted plants, outdated magazines that people only ever read from sheer boredom. Out the large front windows the wet parking lot framed by slow moving rush-hour traffic. The TV playing one of the 3 channels we get in this sector. \n\nI would have changed the channel, but since they’ve all been privatized, they all show the same commercials at the same time. A happy herbivore family walking through a green field. Mother father, three or four young pups. Even muted, which I could get in trouble for, I know the lines by heart. The young pup turns to the mother, “Mommy, I don’t want to be a cheese burger.” The happy parents raffling the fur on the youngsters head. The voice over breaking in, a soothing claim reassuring voice with a motherly tone. \n\n“ Parents like all of us citizens, you care about your children and their future and only want what’s best for them. If the times comes one or more of your offspring needs to be culled, the last thing you want is for them to get a low grade score. This could affect your chances for future cullings being needed and low reimbursements. Make an appointment today at one of your local and conveniently located Cooperative Reclamation Peoples Intake Processing Centers to get a free exam and check up. 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I was only back at my reading for what seemed like 5 minutes when I heard the front door open. I quickly put my notes on the page to keep my place and closed the book getting to my paws I looked up. A quite lovely young doe, maybe 18, stood just inside the door. She was dressed in a light yellow hoodie sweatshirt and tan capri pants stopping just above her tall hocks. \n\nI put on my best customer service smile and give the typical greeting. “ Good evening, welcome to the Citizens Cooperative Reclamation Peoples Intake Processing Center 4511, how may I be of service?” At first I only get a glance from her, I start to wonder if I have something on my shirt and look down. Only a few stray hairs there, deer can be a skittish people, so I just sit back down and see if she makes up her mind. \n\nBefore I can go back to my reading, she seems to decide and slowly walks towards the front desk. I stand once again and look up at her, I’ll only stand 5' 4\", I’m a border collie not a greyhound. She hands me a small folded up piece of paper without a word and without meeting my eyes. \n\nI took the paper and unfolded it, I immediately knew why she was so quiet and reserved. I could just tell from the confirmation number, what I would find. Still I sat down pulled the antique keyboard close and typed in the number. \n\nHer name and all her information filled the green blocky screen. Full name Melanie B. Fields, DOB, home address contact information I just scrolled down the screen to the bottom. My eyes scanning the text, \"full organ and tissue harvest\" damn DAMN this late in the day? The guys in the back are going to be pissed and want to skin me ugh. Still this is the job, I smile and nod handing Melanie the clip board with the appropriate questionnaire and forms to fill out also handing her a ink pen with a plastic flower tapped to the top. \"Please fill these out and come back up when you're finished.\" \n\nMelanie just looked at the clipboard for several long moments before picking it up and slowly walking to the chairs in the waiting room, sitting down and just staring at the papers. I wasn't suppose to do this it's just curiosity got the better of me with her file still pulled up I hit F11 on the keyboard. \n\nThe system asked for the supervisor passcode and I entered 1234 and Melanie's notes popped up. Perfectly healthy with all of her check ups and shots, good social score, not as good as mine but not bad. Than I saw it, there it was, her parents had 3 offspring, one older sister going to my same school in the bio chemistry program. And Melanie and her sister being twins, perfectly fine in and among itself. Just apparently her parents are expecting a new fawn a confirmed baby buck.\n\nThe law is very specific, any herbivores or prey species must immediately give up the 4th child immediately after birth to the state or substitute another of greater value to take their place. That's just cold, I don't know how they can live with themselves, sending one of their sons or daughters off when they don't absolutely have to. I close the screen before I get myself in trouble. \n\n\nI hit the door lock button under the desk and hit the switch next to it to tell the guys in back to be ready for a patient. The phone on my desk rings a few moments later. I pick it up by typical greeting. \" Front desk how may I help yo...\" I'm cut off by a mix of English and Spanish curses to my name, breed, looks and parentage. I smile and listen nodding along to the more colorful ones. Finally breaking in \" Great guys love you all too should be ready in about 30 and yes yes I tell my mother you wished her a happy holiday season and slam down the phone... Melanie is looking over at me. \n\n\nI stand and clear my throat, \"Got all that paper work done ?\" Melanie looks down again than slowly rises, and comes back over to the desk. Finally looking directly at me and placing the clipboard between us she speaks, I was beginning to wonder if she was struck mute. \n\n\" Can I ... could I just leave, just go back out the door, come back another day, I think if I just talk to my Daddy or Mother one more time ... maybe it would be different maybe I could ...\" she just trails off looking at me from across the desk. \n\n\nI swallow hard, they don't pay me enough for this shit, I want to help people not feed them to those loud mouth jackals in the back room. Us canines have to eat, we can't just live off of grass and the occasional bugs or snails. Time is passing I have to say something, Dex snap out of it you mook, better say something you starting to gape. I sit down behind the computer and look up returning Melanies direct stare. \"I ummm umm, yes you can leave if you wish... um here\" i reach under the desk and hit the door lock. \" it's open now, I won't hold you here\" \n\nMelanie looks between me and the door, back-and-forth between the two. \" You won't send the special police, I can just go home ?\" \nI should be used to this by now, it's just most patients are either sick, old or criminals or the bovines and they are just constantly bringing in their offspring. The last young heathy cervidae we got in was a young jock buck that was hit by a literal truck. Stone dead and busted up so bad we fed him to the homeless shelter. \n\nI look up at this beautiful young and by all accounts smart doe. I realize once again I've just been staring off probably looking stupid. \" I'm sorry Madeline, I can't. I won't keep you here I'm not here to force anyone, but I've already entered you into the system. If you leave and I don't report it, I'll get in a lot of trouble... I'll be kicked out of school. You don't want to do that anyways do you?\" \n\nMadeline paces as I sit, turning in my office chair to watch her, she faces me again. \" Daddy got angry if he even found out I was talking to a buck after school.\" \"Dating, oh no not his daughter I needed to focus on my studies\" I felt her pain there, it's seems like our parents had exchanged notes. \" Just last night, they were acting like it was just another night, not that I would be on someone else's dinner table very soon. Daddy's boss come by after dinner, they both came up to me room. That dog my daddy's boss wore a suit but was super old and creepy, probably 40 or something and smelled weird.\"\n\n\" Dad said his boss had high level connections, and that if I did them a favor he could probably help me and my soon to be born brother. Of course I was excited I told them both I would do anything...that was until they both sat down on my bed and started pulling off my pajamas. I had never even seen my daddy naked or a dog for that matter, other than online pics. It hurt and wasn't what I thought it would be like at all, I wanted to ask them to stop but I thought Daddy's boss would help. But NO HE JUST HURT ME, USED ME AND SAID CALL HIM IN A WEEK OR TWO!\" \n\n\" AND WHAT IF I NEVER WANTED A BROTHER ANYWAYS THEY CAN TAKE HIM... Mommy and Daddy will get over it, they said they were happy with having all daughters!\" \" Fuck them I'M OUT OF HERE, I don't need them they can keep THE FAMILY NAME, I can find someplace safe they already took my phone how will they find me?\" How...HOW... I'll hitchhike across the border there's still parts of Canada that are still independent.\" \n\nI hold up my paws. They really really don't pay me enough for this shit. \" Madeline, I just work here. The door is unlocked, and even if I call the special police right now I'll be on hold for an hour or two minimum. And on a Saturday night all those wolves are stone cold black out pissing themselves drunk.\" \n\nMelanie stops pacing and points at me \" See YES I knew it I could be 1000 miles away by than, I'll use a different name like a spy or something like in those propaganda films\" \n\nI nod. \"Yes, a young doe like yourself I'm sure you could, truck drivers get pretty lonely and there plenty of your kind that would help you out.\"\n\nMelanie bobs her head a plan forming in her mind. \" Maybe in time things will be different, maybe if I can just get away from these horrible meat eaters, no offense. I can send word home... they will forgive me in time maybe, daddy always said he he would\" tears forming in her large eyes. \n\n\nI scratch under my chin, despite my best efforts, my ears laying flat, I feel stupid, just sitting in the damn chair. I stand and hold up a paw for her to stop. \" Melanie can I call you Melle that was in your file?\" \n\nShe stops and looks at me and nods yes. \n\nI gather myself, this job was pretty easy until now, mostly the dead or dying, the too young or too dim witted to know better. Finally after collecting my thoughts I told Melanie.\n\n\" Melle I don't want to kill you, I don't want to lay you on that table. I don't even know you, I'm studying to be a doctor to help people. Pedator, prey, young, old hell even the ugly\" the joking landing like a turd between us. I growl internally and continue, \" Melle you walk out that door right now, you're right, you can be over the boarder and chances being the SP won't even look very hard for you\" she nods that she understands. \n\nI return the nod and hold up a paw pad \"They don't need to, they will show up at your house and of course you won't be there. So they'll take your sister than both your parents, probably go find your other sister at work. Your whole families social scores will be put to zero. If the SP doesn't find them any of their neighbors can hunt them at will.\" \n\nMadeline seems to shrink shaking her head no. \n\nit hurts me deep in my bones to continue but I do \" You have a family of predators on the street?\" She doesn't look up \" yeah probably nice people friendly enough keeps their lawn nice?\" \n\nshe nods yes \" leopards\" \n\nI click my tongue a couple times \" Hard to feed a family of big cats on the allowed rations of meat. How nice do you think they'll be when your family's score is zero and they'll get a boost to theirs for removing criminals... your family from the streets?\" \n\nMadeline slams her hands on the desk \"ENOUGH ... STOP IT STOP... please stop\" putting her back to the front of the desk and sliding down, putting her muzzle in her hands and sobbing. \n\nThe desk phone rings I look at the caller ID, it's the processors in the back. I pick up the phone and slam it back down, they aren't allowed up here and don't have the door code. Thankfully it's not 1234, l changed it myself. I hold a box of Kleenex over the edge of the desk without looking over. They are grabbed without a word, if my boss was here I'd be sooo busted. \n\nHe told me many times \"LIE sweet talk them, herd them, you're a Border Collie after all aren't ya, get the job done keep the system rolling\" \" You want to live on machine processed protein bars and peanut butter the rest of your life?\" he would say. Damn Doberman doesn't have any fat on him, probably eats schnitzel, what ever that is? \n\nThe sobbing from the other side of the tall desk slowed and stopped, Melle stands up her eyes red and in a whisper say \" what's next?\" \n\nI open the desk drawer and removed two sealed cups and put them on the desk. \" Urine in this one, umm poo in this one, doesn't need to be a lot\" and push them across the desk to her. \n\nMelle looks more confused than anything \"Poo?\" \n\nI nod \" Check for worms\"\n\n\" I Do not have worms!\" \n\nI smile \" Hey you never know, I was dragging my butt across the carpet for a week before I figured it out\" she just looks at me, i really need to stop with the jokes. \"Restroom is that door over there? There's a little door in the wall just place the samples in there\" and point to the end of the room. \n\nMelle takes the cups and enters the restroom, I fall into my chair and just want to die. So much for getting any studying done tonight, it's going to take a lot of booze to forget about this day.\n\nThe phone rings again from the back I snatch it up, \" LISTEN this computer is a piece of SHIT, I needed to feed more coal into it and replace the rubber band! PISS OFF BILLY, I'LL BE DONE WHEN I'M DONE\" and slam the phone down! \n\nI head over to the lab and hear the inner door open and close, I open the door on my side and get nose full of sweet, salty doe urine, her feces pellets are almost scentless. I take the urine sample, it's warm in my paw and can't help but sniff it. She's in heat no question, I pour the yellow liquid into two small containers and drop test strips in and bag the pellets to be sent off. \n\nI return to the front desk ready to lead Melanie... Melle to one of the back exam rooms and she's gone. All the seats are empty, there's no where to hide. I run around the desk and to the restroom and she is not in there either. \" Oh I'm sooo fucked, I didn't relock the damn door!\" \" Fuck.... fuck double fuck, I should have just got a job at Burger Chef\" I yell at the empty room. \n\nI grab the keys off the desk and I run outside, I look left and look right. Thank the gods, she is standing not 100 feet away on the side walk in front of my crap box rusty civic. I call out to her wondering what the hell she's doing. She doesn't seem to be walking away or trying to wave down any cars. Traffic isn't as heavy as it was before but there's still plenty of cars and trucks any one of them would stop for a pretty doe like her.\n\nI wave and motion back to the front door. I am off to one side but she can see almost straight behind her so I know I'm in her peripheral vision. \" Melle ... MELLE what are you doing out here it's cold and wet let's go back inside huh?\" She turned her head to look at me and I knew. \n\nI took a step closer and froze the word \"No\" stuck in my throat as Melanie Belle Fields 2 days before her 18th birthday stepped in front of a Volvo stationwagon moving 50mph... \n\nI wanted to turn away, close my eyes, it just all happened so fast. The soul crushing look she gave me just as she stepped off the curb, the flash of the brakes lights far far too late. The crash of bending metal, breaking glass and screeching of tires. Followed by the soft thud that I will never forget.\n\nI ran as fast as my paws would take me to where Melle had landed, just off the road between the curb and sidewalk. A older heavy set ewe, jumped out of the stopped Volvo. And started to come over literally clutching her pearls \" oh my oh my she stepped right out in front of me I'm so sorry, someone call the ambula...\" \nShe suddenly stopped seeing the building behind us and the letters printed on my button up shirt \" CCRPIP\", She put a hoof over her mouth to mute a bleat. And turned back and ran to her damaged car, she jumped in and sped away, dragging part of her front bumper. \n\nI feared what I might see when I looked down at Melle, she had landed face down. I slowly turned her over, damn she was heavy, careful to keep he neck straight. Melle didn't seem as badly hurt as I thought she might be, a cut below one eye a bit of blood in her ears and some coming from her mouth and nose. At first she didn't seem like she was breathing and I thought I was truly fucked we couldn't hardly process roadkill for general consumption. Than her mouth opened and Melle took a big breath, thank the gods and Fuzzi Pop Co all rights reserved of course. \n\nHer eyes were rolled back and she was probably in a coma but she was alive, maybe all the better, poor doe. The prized daughter of a business buck right until she wasn't, her fathers boss probably never had any plans of helping. Other than maybe giving the father a bonus for spending some time with his soon to be culled daughter. \n\nI yelped and just about jumped out of my skin when Billy, a Rottweiler and the head second shift processor tapped me on the shoulder. \" GODS DAMNIT BILLY don't do that!\" Billy just took a long drag on his cheap off brand cigarette and said \" You know the front door is wide open and no one's at the front desk?\" \n\nBilly stood a full head taller than myself was probably at least 60-70 pounds heavier and had the bite strength to probably take one of my arms or other limbs clean off. Billy claimed he grew up on the southside of Philly, running on the streets and getting it all kinds of trouble. Just from what I've heard his parents moved to Cincinnati when he was just pup, his father running a plumbing supply his mother working in the office. \n\nI growled up at him \" Yes Billy, I forgot to lock the stupid front door, Melle... the patient stepped out in traffic. Help me pick her up and get her inside, she's still breathing.\" Billy blew smoke out his nostrils, \" You know the rules about scraping meat off the road now don't ya?\" Just before I could reply he tossed the half smoked cigarette and was bending down to grab her legs with a smirk, he knew he had me by the nuts. If word of this leaked out I would be in deep deep shit, probably lose my job, get a negative mark put on my record, I'd be lucky to be a dentist on a battleship in the Arctic. \n\ni carefully cradle Melles neck and head with my elbows, putting my paws under her shoulder blades. \" Just be careful her neck might be broken, lift on 3.\" Billy gives me a look like i'm the dumbest dog he's met all day. \" Ummm Dex, who cares?\" And I suppose he did kind of have a point we were carrying her in to be slaughtered not receive emergence medical care. In a matter of minutes Billy or one of the other dogs would hang her up by the hocks and cut her from her pelvis to her chin. Maybe Billy himself might even eat some of Melle's intestines or a bit of spleen, technically against the rules, but everyone does it. \n\nI nod getting his point, \" just be careful anyways, let's get her into exam room three\" we both left, i strain under Melle's weight, even if it doesn't seem to bother Billy any. We quickly carry her back in through the front door and down the hallway to exam room 3. Billy just dropping her on the exam table like a sack of potatoes, Melle letting out a small grown. \n\nI glare at him my hackles raising, \"EASY block head you have anything between those ears other than space to rent real cheap? I haven't finished the paperwork or even sedated her yet, do you mind not treating her like a hunk of meat just yet?\" Billy stairs down at me, his K9s a hell of a lot bigger than my own, with two paw pads he pushed me back a couple steps with a growl of his own. \" I'm not the sheep ass sniffing, frisbee catching, shaggy mutt that let the so called patient step into traffic now am I ?\" \n\nI start to reply with a cutting insult to Billy's ancestors, parentage, general foul smell and so so low corporate loyalty score. When the brute with little effort on his part shoves me into the wall, Billy standing directly over me, his breath, smelling of cigarettes, blood and raw meat. Despite my best efforts, my treacherous tail tucks up between my legs. \n\nBilly grabs my right shoulder, his grip is hard and strong his claws digging into my fur and skin, even through the shirt. I look up trying not grimace, my fucking tail damn near touching my belt buckle. When Billy speaks again it's not in a bark or snarl, even more disturbing he speaks in almost a whisper. \" Dex Dex um Dex, you have done fucked up real good. No way we can cover up this mule faced doe being hit now can we, half the meat being bruised or bloodshot.\" I swallow hard and nod, Billy smiles which is disturbing on the best of days, unfortunately he continued. \n\n\" Bloodshot to hell, she would have been Grade A lean before, now Utility Grade at best and that's assuming her guts aren't all busted open inside\" he sniffs over his shoulder in Melle's direction than turns back to me. \" So here's how this is gonna go, you my frisbee catching friend were sitting at your cozy desk. You saw a doe crossing the street... DAM!! She's hit by a car, hit and run, you being the good helpful dawg you are you run out to render assistance. Turns out nothing that can be done and it just so happens. She was coming here for an appointment anyways, ya following me Mr We are the Smartest dawgs ever?\" \n\nMelle fades in and out of consciousness, everything is so fuzzy, where is she, why does her head hurt so bad? Must be a dream, just would someone turn down those lights and shut off the TV. \n\ni nod the block head making sense in a grim way, I just felt deep down I wasn't going to like what came next. Billy nods with me \" Good see maybe you Border Collies are smart, now you got cameras at the front door and in the back. But no one looks at those unless something goes wrong and they copy over each other every 34 hours or so. And get this it's Saturday... we are closed tomorrow still those cameras keep rolling.\" Fuck me i hadn't thought of the damn cameras, all Billy has to do is call the shift manger and show him the footage, than I'm the one mopping up blood and guts in the back. \n\nBilly can see the wheels turning in my head he doesn't even have to say it. \" Now Dexter my new good lil dawg, all you need to do is redo the paperwork, put the tag and stamp on her, me and the boys will take care of the rest. No need for gas or to bolt her, her brains are already mashed potatoes.\"\n\nI shake my head no at this, \" she's probably still at least partially conscience, you can't processor like that?\" Billy shakes his head in return, \" No no of course not, if they start kicking a knife goes flying, ya think I'm stupid .... DO YA?\" I Quickly shake my head no, my ears flapping around.\n\nBilly backs up a step and takes a breath, \"yea I didn't think so. You know we can't get seen dating these herbivore girls, get things thrown at you, the least of which accusations of coercion. Hell seems like half the sectors it's still illegal, get you both strung up. Just a bloody shame too, salads are cheap dinners and um um these herbivore girls, pussies are tighter than any bitch you're liable to find.\" \n\nI just wish I could say the thought hadn't at least crossed my mind, just Billy saying it out loud made me feel kind of dirty. I look down at the floor feeling like I just want to go home. Billy runs a paw over Melle's stomach, lifting up her sweatshirt over her flat chest. \" You finish your paperwork get these clothes off, me and the boys, while we'll probably work late tonight. Seems a real bloody shame to let Grade A tender pussy just get tossed in the garbage or eaten while practically brand new.\" \n\nMelle wonders who's talking and would they please shut up, she has a test tomorrow and Daddy said if she keeps her grades up they all will go up to the cabin next weekend and do some skiing. \n\nI grabbed the stamp and tags from the desk drawer and start filling out the forms as quickly as can. I'm going to a special kind of hell for this. Nothing but off brand products and completely surrounded by good for nothing Communist and Socialists.The tag finished as I put through one of Melles ear piercing, she groans, softly and she seems to look at me, my heart stops as she speaks. \" Please... turn... down... the lights I need to sleep... test \" her eyes rolling back. I look at Billy my eyes wide, my blood turning to ice water. \n\nBilly shrugs \" Just do your fucking job, she's completely out of it, we'll cut her throat after we've had our fun, she won't feel a thing.\" My paws shake and I feel the urge to puke or need the restroom maybe both. A few calming breaths later I pick up the shears and starting at the bottom. I cut up her pant leg on one side, folding back the pants I take the stamp and push it down just above Melle's right hip. I sigh I start with the other pant leg when Billy reaches over my shoulder and yanks Melle's panties down. \n\nStartled I jump a little yet the fragrance immediately draws my attention back. Yes I smelled her urine earlier and there is that scent, just a far more powerful scent explained by a little bit of blood around her vulva, a few small spots I didn't notice earlier on her panties. Most importantly a small string trailing out of her pussy. Melle's soft pink lips, the lovely bouquet of her menstruation only being held back by a bit of cotton made my mouth water, drool starting to form at one of my black lips. \n\nBilly chuckles, \"not so high and mighty now huh\" slapping me on back just about knocking me over. \"Bet you spend so much time with your nose in books you haven't ate pussy that bloody\" I whipped my mouth and glare up at him. \"That's known of your business thank you very much!\" \n\nBilly just nods \" Knew it\" \n\nI flip him off and try to control my feral urges. \n\n\" While pup it's getting late, if you want to give this doe a lick you better have at it. You probably won't want that after we get done with her, not to often we get one so pretty in here.\" \n\nI bite my lower lip Melle is a patient and in medical distress AND this breaks so many of the rules all the rules. Yet I can't help myself, I bury my muzzle between Melle's soft warm strong thighs, just breathing in her scent. The clean smell of her skin and fur is intoxicating, the shampoo and conditioner must've had peaches in it. The smell of her urine almost like oats and almonds, nothing like the bitches I've been with despite what Billy might think. \n\nMelles labored, breathing blood trickling from her nose, meant nothing to me at that moment. The taste of her blood and wetness on my tongue is all I cared about for several long moments. Before pulling back thinking what I was doing, while just one last lick. The iron and tanginess of her still lingering as I pull away for the last time. \n\nBilly nods his approval \" So you are a dawg after all, color me impressed, maybe if I'm in a good mood later I'll bring you some of her good bits.\" \n\nI wipe my mouth again a bit of blood on my nose and take a few step back. \"Let's not talk about this, like ever, ever again okay?\" \n\nBilly obviously way too amused chuckles \"alright lady kill, alright.\" \n\nI finish removing the last bit of her pants, another quick clip and her panties are completely free, which I quickly shove in a pocket. If Billy noticed he doesn't mention it. \n\nBilly pops the wheels lose on the gurney and starts to roll her back, than stops. \"Dex you want to pull that string? Been soaking her scents in for hours, not a bad snack for later?\" I want to act indignant, say how dirty that is and not lower myself to some feral. In the end I slowly come over to Melle's side, is she watching me? I can't tell, I reach between her thighs, feeling the soft fur of her inner thighs and find the string. \n\nI ever so gently pull it out, the intoxicating aroma of her menstruation blood hit once me again... Right before Billy hit me with a slap to the back that nearly sent me sprawling than he was through the door\n\nMelle fought through the fog, her head hurt, a pounding pain, feeling herself being turned and moved. Hands, no rough paws touching her, inside her. A sudden jolt of lightning pain in her ass... darkness. A sudden awareness of something in her mouth large hot and foul, trying to call out bleat but no breath or sound would come. Another painful jolt from between her legs less so this time, feeling like she might being wetting herself, it didn't seem to matter anymore.\n\nThe text book slammed down next to my head with a BANG, I shot awake with a yelp of “I’m Awake” sending the rolling chair flying and my butt right to the floor. Billy looked down at me, \"DEX you weren't sleeping at the desk now where are you?\" I look up and wipe drool from one side of my face and shake my head no. \" I was just resting my eyes, umm you surprised me\" \n\nBilly just gives me a look like I'm so full of it \"Tick tock It's 8pm time to close up and go home, paper works filed, been a quite night that means it beer o'clock\" i nod and pick myself up from the floor. \n\nI toss my books on the passenger seat of my rusty crap box of a car and yawn, must be more tired than I thought. The old civic fires off on the second try and I back out the space. The parking lot is empty and there's little traffic on the road even if the weathers still rainy and miserable cold. Screw an all nighter I'm going home and getting a full nights rest for a change. Maybe I will follow my oldest sisters lead and be a dentist, I chuckled to myself as I turned into the lane. I glance over my left shoulder just in time to see the front chrome bumper of the Peterbilt as it slams into the drivers door at 65 mph.\n\nThe civic took a direct blow from the massive speeding truck, that never hit the brakes until the small car was already spinning back into the parking lot shedding parts as it went. When I opened my eyes I thought I was somehow belted in the passages seat. But no...no the driver seat was now in the same spot as the passenger seat. My legs disappeared under the crushed dash. That didn't look right, the steering wheel bent sideways. I can't remember seeing the airbag pop, but there it was all floppy. The drivers door was pinning my left arm at my side, which oddly enough didn't hurt as much as it should. Especially considering that ragged piece of bent metal stuck in my shoulder.\nI felt the urge to cough and I knew that wasn't a good idea. I tried to suppress it, It came anyways, and with it came the bloody pain. Pain that made my head spin, but at least I could breathe. It hurt, a lot, but at least I wasn't already dying, was I? I needed help though.\n\nI looked over out the broken passager side window. The glass had so many cracks I couldn't see anything but some brown motion. A hoofed hand came through the window and wiped the glass away which crumbled like broken salt crystals.\n\n\"Sir, are you OK?\" I reckonized that voice. It belonged to a doe, about 18 years old, in a light yellow hoodie sweatshirt and tan capri pants. I blinked.\n\nShe looked over my injuries and seemed to pale, did I look that bad? \"Don't worry, sir, I'm only trying to get the door open. I'm trying to help you.\"\n\nThe whole car moved a bit, which hurt, my back might very well be broken. There was the sound of some broken part scraping against some other broken part, no way that door will budge.\n\n\"That... that won't open.\" I try to explain to her, but my voice feels slurry as I break into painful coughs. \n\n\"I called 911, tbey will bring some cutters to get you out.\" She reassured me.\n\nMy thoughts drift to the dream I had. Melle? How could that be, she had gone through to the back... no, I had dreamt that or had I, I felt dizzy and lightheaded. \n\n\"...listen to me. Please try to stay awake...\"\n\nShe was leaning into the car, right in front of me. I must have drifted off for a second. She smelled so nice and wasn't hard on the eyes either. \n\n\"Melle...\" I whispered.\n\n\"I'm here. Please, try not to speak, just... can you blink, blink once if you're in pain?\"\n\nI blink once, for yes. \n\n\"The ambulance is almost there... Stay with me...\"\n\nI look right at her, trying not to cough but I have to know. \" Are you an angel come to take me away?\" \n\nMelle strokes my right ear \" You just stay awake okay, you stay with me, help will be here soon.\" \n\nI imagine taking her into my arms and sniffing her clean fur. The scent of blood, my own, mixes with my fantasy and brings back a half remembered memory of a doe I once met that smelled of fresh peaches. \n\n\n(( If you have enjoyed the Art or Story please leave a comment below, I always love reading peoples comments, it really means the world to me, thank you))\n\nThis story was co-authored by my good friend and writing coach https://inkbunny.net/Blackraven2 who always finds new and interesting ways to take my basic ideas and really bring them up to their full horrifying potential. \n\nThe art itself was done by the beautiful, talented and all so fun to work with https://www.furaffinity.net/user/himeragoldtail","description_bbcode_parsed":"Standing Witness
The clock above the front door ticks, it has no second hand, only hours and minutes, government issue of course. I look over at it from the front desk, tick tock 5:37, I try to go back to my physiological book and papers spread out on the desk. I look back up, Tick tock 5:36, did that clock just move back a minute?! This day will never end, I drop my head to the old keyboard years out of date, the old yellowed computer, making a squawk in protest.
My name is Dexter, everyone just calls me Dex and yes I’ve seen the show, it’s fine, no I don’t hack people up on my off days, like I could find the time or have a boat. I’m a border collie from a modestly size family, 14 brothers and sisters between two litters. Mother said she wasn’t about to take any more time off work, father seemed happy with 7 sons 7 daughters, I think he just liked the symmetry of it all.
As you might imagine, being a family of border collies, the pressure never stops, I am expected to not only pick up on anything I do, but be the best at it almost immediately. My oldest sister has become the black sheep of the family by taking the easy route and "only" becoming a dentist.
Father, a federal appeals judge, mother an attorney working for one of the top, private law firms on the East Coast couldn’t hold back their distain. Now that I’m in my third year of premed my options appear to be cardiovascular surgeon or neurosurgeon. If I had any hope of becoming a general practitioner or athletics doctor. My oldest sister, certainly flushed those dreams down the commode.
Why couldn’t it just be enough that my sister Naomi went to school and became a damn good dentist. When I cracked a tooth a few months back, she fixed me right up. And only charged me the minimum markup and even gave me the good advice to cut back on the fizzy pop. Something she could have been heavily sanctioned for if I had chosen to report her to the CLOC Corporate Loyalty Oversight Committee.
I pick my head back up off the desk and look around the empty waiting room. Burger Chef would've meet with immediate disapproval from my parents, so I work at the state, owned and operated Citizens Cooperative Reclamation Peoples Intake Processing Center 4511 or CCRPIP 4511 for short. Yes I know rolls right off the tongue doesn’t it?
It’s mid November the holidays are right around the corner, Victory Day being my absolute least favorite of all the holidays. What a stupid wasteful tedious day, where we celebrate our nation’s victory over Communism/Socialism and the primitive tribes. And of course “bad thinking” while showing thanks for our superior way of life and corporate overlords of course.
Like we don’t do that most everyday, which reminds me, I need to pick up a few more cases of fizzy soda. On my way home, don’t want my social score to drop and possibly effect my chances of getting into the program of my choice. I was hopeful to get out of it this year, I’d really rather not go home for the holiday meal slaughter. We are Border Collies not Lions or hyenas, why just why don’t we just get a prepared meal? I’m always the only that either gets bitten, kicked, stepped on, or just otherwise covered in gore. But my parents always say that we are fortunate to have such privileges and I just need to get in the spirit of the holidays.
Something caught my eye and I looked up to the bleak waiting room. Full of fake plotted plants, outdated magazines that people only ever read from sheer boredom. Out the large front windows the wet parking lot framed by slow moving rush-hour traffic. The TV playing one of the 3 channels we get in this sector.
I would have changed the channel, but since they’ve all been privatized, they all show the same commercials at the same time. A happy herbivore family walking through a green field. Mother father, three or four young pups. Even muted, which I could get in trouble for, I know the lines by heart. The young pup turns to the mother, “Mommy, I don’t want to be a cheese burger.” The happy parents raffling the fur on the youngsters head. The voice over breaking in, a soothing claim reassuring voice with a motherly tone.
“ Parents like all of us citizens, you care about your children and their future and only want what’s best for them. If the times comes one or more of your offspring needs to be culled, the last thing you want is for them to get a low grade score. This could affect your chances for future cullings being needed and low reimbursements. Make an appointment today at one of your local and conveniently located Cooperative Reclamation Peoples Intake Processing Centers to get a free exam and check up. This ensures when culling happen, you know that your children will go to a good place, not just hamburgers” Fading back to the happy, herbivore family, with the beautiful scenery of green fields and forests.
I roll my eyes at the commercial I see at least half a dozen times a day probably more more. It starting to get late on a Saturday night, I turn back to my studies, my tail breaker of a professor only gave us a week to finish this paper, not caring that we had practical lab assignments Wednesday to Friday.
So even after I get off work there’s going to be no time for games or going out for beers and sniffing tails with the guys. I figure if I keep my nose to the grind stone, focus on my studies, get in to medical school, do my residency maybe just maybe I can see about getting my knot wet by this time in 2033….2034 at the latest.
I sigh to no one in particular, and make a gun out of my fore finger and thumb put it to my temple and pull the trigger. I was only back at my reading for what seemed like 5 minutes when I heard the front door open. I quickly put my notes on the page to keep my place and closed the book getting to my paws I looked up. A quite lovely young doe, maybe 18, stood just inside the door. She was dressed in a light yellow hoodie sweatshirt and tan capri pants stopping just above her tall hocks.
I put on my best customer service smile and give the typical greeting. “ Good evening, welcome to the Citizens Cooperative Reclamation Peoples Intake Processing Center 4511, how may I be of service?” At first I only get a glance from her, I start to wonder if I have something on my shirt and look down. Only a few stray hairs there, deer can be a skittish people, so I just sit back down and see if she makes up her mind.
Before I can go back to my reading, she seems to decide and slowly walks towards the front desk. I stand once again and look up at her, I’ll only stand 5' 4", I’m a border collie not a greyhound. She hands me a small folded up piece of paper without a word and without meeting my eyes.
I took the paper and unfolded it, I immediately knew why she was so quiet and reserved. I could just tell from the confirmation number, what I would find. Still I sat down pulled the antique keyboard close and typed in the number.
Her name and all her information filled the green blocky screen. Full name Melanie B. Fields, DOB, home address contact information I just scrolled down the screen to the bottom. My eyes scanning the text, "full organ and tissue harvest" damn DAMN this late in the day? The guys in the back are going to be pissed and want to skin me ugh. Still this is the job, I smile and nod handing Melanie the clip board with the appropriate questionnaire and forms to fill out also handing her a ink pen with a plastic flower tapped to the top. "Please fill these out and come back up when you're finished."
Melanie just looked at the clipboard for several long moments before picking it up and slowly walking to the chairs in the waiting room, sitting down and just staring at the papers. I wasn't suppose to do this it's just curiosity got the better of me with her file still pulled up I hit F11 on the keyboard.
The system asked for the supervisor passcode and I entered 1234 and Melanie's notes popped up. Perfectly healthy with all of her check ups and shots, good social score, not as good as mine but not bad. Than I saw it, there it was, her parents had 3 offspring, one older sister going to my same school in the bio chemistry program. And Melanie and her sister being twins, perfectly fine in and among itself. Just apparently her parents are expecting a new fawn a confirmed baby buck.
The law is very specific, any herbivores or prey species must immediately give up the 4th child immediately after birth to the state or substitute another of greater value to take their place. That's just cold, I don't know how they can live with themselves, sending one of their sons or daughters off when they don't absolutely have to. I close the screen before I get myself in trouble.
I hit the door lock button under the desk and hit the switch next to it to tell the guys in back to be ready for a patient. The phone on my desk rings a few moments later. I pick it up by typical greeting. " Front desk how may I help yo..." I'm cut off by a mix of English and Spanish curses to my name, breed, looks and parentage. I smile and listen nodding along to the more colorful ones. Finally breaking in " Great guys love you all too should be ready in about 30 and yes yes I tell my mother you wished her a happy holiday season and slam down the phone... Melanie is looking over at me.
I stand and clear my throat, "Got all that paper work done ?" Melanie looks down again than slowly rises, and comes back over to the desk. Finally looking directly at me and placing the clipboard between us she speaks, I was beginning to wonder if she was struck mute.
" Can I ... could I just leave, just go back out the door, come back another day, I think if I just talk to my Daddy or Mother one more time ... maybe it would be different maybe I could ..." she just trails off looking at me from across the desk.
I swallow hard, they don't pay me enough for this shit, I want to help people not feed them to those loud mouth jackals in the back room. Us canines have to eat, we can't just live off of grass and the occasional bugs or snails. Time is passing I have to say something, Dex snap out of it you mook, better say something you starting to gape. I sit down behind the computer and look up returning Melanies direct stare. "I ummm umm, yes you can leave if you wish... um here" i reach under the desk and hit the door lock. " it's open now, I won't hold you here"
Melanie looks between me and the door, back-and-forth between the two. " You won't send the special police, I can just go home ?"
I should be used to this by now, it's just most patients are either sick, old or criminals or the bovines and they are just constantly bringing in their offspring. The last young heathy cervidae we got in was a young jock buck that was hit by a literal truck. Stone dead and busted up so bad we fed him to the homeless shelter.
I look up at this beautiful young and by all accounts smart doe. I realize once again I've just been staring off probably looking stupid. " I'm sorry Madeline, I can't. I won't keep you here I'm not here to force anyone, but I've already entered you into the system. If you leave and I don't report it, I'll get in a lot of trouble... I'll be kicked out of school. You don't want to do that anyways do you?"
Madeline paces as I sit, turning in my office chair to watch her, she faces me again. " Daddy got angry if he even found out I was talking to a buck after school." "Dating, oh no not his daughter I needed to focus on my studies" I felt her pain there, it's seems like our parents had exchanged notes. " Just last night, they were acting like it was just another night, not that I would be on someone else's dinner table very soon. Daddy's boss come by after dinner, they both came up to me room. That dog my daddy's boss wore a suit but was super old and creepy, probably 40 or something and smelled weird."
" Dad said his boss had high level connections, and that if I did them a favor he could probably help me and my soon to be born brother. Of course I was excited I told them both I would do anything...that was until they both sat down on my bed and started pulling off my pajamas. I had never even seen my daddy naked or a dog for that matter, other than online pics. It hurt and wasn't what I thought it would be like at all, I wanted to ask them to stop but I thought Daddy's boss would help. But NO HE JUST HURT ME, USED ME AND SAID CALL HIM IN A WEEK OR TWO!"
" AND WHAT IF I NEVER WANTED A BROTHER ANYWAYS THEY CAN TAKE HIM... Mommy and Daddy will get over it, they said they were happy with having all daughters!" " Fuck them I'M OUT OF HERE, I don't need them they can keep THE FAMILY NAME, I can find someplace safe they already took my phone how will they find me?" How...HOW... I'll hitchhike across the border there's still parts of Canada that are still independent."
I hold up my paws. They really really don't pay me enough for this shit. " Madeline, I just work here. The door is unlocked, and even if I call the special police right now I'll be on hold for an hour or two minimum. And on a Saturday night all those wolves are stone cold black out pissing themselves drunk."
Melanie stops pacing and points at me " See YES I knew it I could be 1000 miles away by than, I'll use a different name like a spy or something like in those propaganda films"
I nod. "Yes, a young doe like yourself I'm sure you could, truck drivers get pretty lonely and there plenty of your kind that would help you out."
Melanie bobs her head a plan forming in her mind. " Maybe in time things will be different, maybe if I can just get away from these horrible meat eaters, no offense. I can send word home... they will forgive me in time maybe, daddy always said he he would" tears forming in her large eyes.
I scratch under my chin, despite my best efforts, my ears laying flat, I feel stupid, just sitting in the damn chair. I stand and hold up a paw for her to stop. " Melanie can I call you Melle that was in your file?"
She stops and looks at me and nods yes.
I gather myself, this job was pretty easy until now, mostly the dead or dying, the too young or too dim witted to know better. Finally after collecting my thoughts I told Melanie.
" Melle I don't want to kill you, I don't want to lay you on that table. I don't even know you, I'm studying to be a doctor to help people. Pedator, prey, young, old hell even the ugly" the joking landing like a turd between us. I growl internally and continue, " Melle you walk out that door right now, you're right, you can be over the boarder and chances being the SP won't even look very hard for you" she nods that she understands.
I return the nod and hold up a paw pad "They don't need to, they will show up at your house and of course you won't be there. So they'll take your sister than both your parents, probably go find your other sister at work. Your whole families social scores will be put to zero. If the SP doesn't find them any of their neighbors can hunt them at will."
Madeline seems to shrink shaking her head no.
it hurts me deep in my bones to continue but I do " You have a family of predators on the street?" She doesn't look up " yeah probably nice people friendly enough keeps their lawn nice?"
she nods yes " leopards"
I click my tongue a couple times " Hard to feed a family of big cats on the allowed rations of meat. How nice do you think they'll be when your family's score is zero and they'll get a boost to theirs for removing criminals... your family from the streets?"
Madeline slams her hands on the desk "ENOUGH ... STOP IT STOP... please stop" putting her back to the front of the desk and sliding down, putting her muzzle in her hands and sobbing.
The desk phone rings I look at the caller ID, it's the processors in the back. I pick up the phone and slam it back down, they aren't allowed up here and don't have the door code. Thankfully it's not 1234, l changed it myself. I hold a box of Kleenex over the edge of the desk without looking over. They are grabbed without a word, if my boss was here I'd be sooo busted.
He told me many times "LIE sweet talk them, herd them, you're a Border Collie after all aren't ya, get the job done keep the system rolling" " You want to live on machine processed protein bars and peanut butter the rest of your life?" he would say. Damn Doberman doesn't have any fat on him, probably eats schnitzel, what ever that is?
The sobbing from the other side of the tall desk slowed and stopped, Melle stands up her eyes red and in a whisper say " what's next?"
I open the desk drawer and removed two sealed cups and put them on the desk. " Urine in this one, umm poo in this one, doesn't need to be a lot" and push them across the desk to her.
Melle looks more confused than anything "Poo?"
I nod " Check for worms"
" I Do not have worms!"
I smile " Hey you never know, I was dragging my butt across the carpet for a week before I figured it out" she just looks at me, i really need to stop with the jokes. "Restroom is that door over there? There's a little door in the wall just place the samples in there" and point to the end of the room.
Melle takes the cups and enters the restroom, I fall into my chair and just want to die. So much for getting any studying done tonight, it's going to take a lot of booze to forget about this day.
The phone rings again from the back I snatch it up, " LISTEN this computer is a piece of SHIT, I needed to feed more coal into it and replace the rubber band! PISS OFF BILLY, I'LL BE DONE WHEN I'M DONE" and slam the phone down!
I head over to the lab and hear the inner door open and close, I open the door on my side and get nose full of sweet, salty doe urine, her feces pellets are almost scentless. I take the urine sample, it's warm in my paw and can't help but sniff it. She's in heat no question, I pour the yellow liquid into two small containers and drop test strips in and bag the pellets to be sent off.
I return to the front desk ready to lead Melanie... Melle to one of the back exam rooms and she's gone. All the seats are empty, there's no where to hide. I run around the desk and to the restroom and she is not in there either. " Oh I'm sooo fucked, I didn't relock the damn door!" " Fuck.... fuck double fuck, I should have just got a job at Burger Chef" I yell at the empty room.
I grab the keys off the desk and I run outside, I look left and look right. Thank the gods, she is standing not 100 feet away on the side walk in front of my crap box rusty civic. I call out to her wondering what the hell she's doing. She doesn't seem to be walking away or trying to wave down any cars. Traffic isn't as heavy as it was before but there's still plenty of cars and trucks any one of them would stop for a pretty doe like her.
I wave and motion back to the front door. I am off to one side but she can see almost straight behind her so I know I'm in her peripheral vision. " Melle ... MELLE what are you doing out here it's cold and wet let's go back inside huh?" She turned her head to look at me and I knew.
I took a step closer and froze the word "No" stuck in my throat as Melanie Belle Fields 2 days before her 18th birthday stepped in front of a Volvo stationwagon moving 50mph...
I wanted to turn away, close my eyes, it just all happened so fast. The soul crushing look she gave me just as she stepped off the curb, the flash of the brakes lights far far too late. The crash of bending metal, breaking glass and screeching of tires. Followed by the soft thud that I will never forget.
I ran as fast as my paws would take me to where Melle had landed, just off the road between the curb and sidewalk. A older heavy set ewe, jumped out of the stopped Volvo. And started to come over literally clutching her pearls " oh my oh my she stepped right out in front of me I'm so sorry, someone call the ambula..."
She suddenly stopped seeing the building behind us and the letters printed on my button up shirt " CCRPIP", She put a hoof over her mouth to mute a bleat. And turned back and ran to her damaged car, she jumped in and sped away, dragging part of her front bumper.
I feared what I might see when I looked down at Melle, she had landed face down. I slowly turned her over, damn she was heavy, careful to keep he neck straight. Melle didn't seem as badly hurt as I thought she might be, a cut below one eye a bit of blood in her ears and some coming from her mouth and nose. At first she didn't seem like she was breathing and I thought I was truly fucked we couldn't hardly process roadkill for general consumption. Than her mouth opened and Melle took a big breath, thank the gods and Fuzzi Pop Co all rights reserved of course.
Her eyes were rolled back and she was probably in a coma but she was alive, maybe all the better, poor doe. The prized daughter of a business buck right until she wasn't, her fathers boss probably never had any plans of helping. Other than maybe giving the father a bonus for spending some time with his soon to be culled daughter.
I yelped and just about jumped out of my skin when Billy, a Rottweiler and the head second shift processor tapped me on the shoulder. " GODS DAMNIT BILLY don't do that!" Billy just took a long drag on his cheap off brand cigarette and said " You know the front door is wide open and no one's at the front desk?"
Billy stood a full head taller than myself was probably at least 60-70 pounds heavier and had the bite strength to probably take one of my arms or other limbs clean off. Billy claimed he grew up on the southside of Philly, running on the streets and getting it all kinds of trouble. Just from what I've heard his parents moved to Cincinnati when he was just pup, his father running a plumbing supply his mother working in the office.
I growled up at him " Yes Billy, I forgot to lock the stupid front door, Melle... the patient stepped out in traffic. Help me pick her up and get her inside, she's still breathing." Billy blew smoke out his nostrils, " You know the rules about scraping meat off the road now don't ya?" Just before I could reply he tossed the half smoked cigarette and was bending down to grab her legs with a smirk, he knew he had me by the nuts. If word of this leaked out I would be in deep deep shit, probably lose my job, get a negative mark put on my record, I'd be lucky to be a dentist on a battleship in the Arctic.
i carefully cradle Melles neck and head with my elbows, putting my paws under her shoulder blades. " Just be careful her neck might be broken, lift on 3." Billy gives me a look like i'm the dumbest dog he's met all day. " Ummm Dex, who cares?" And I suppose he did kind of have a point we were carrying her in to be slaughtered not receive emergence medical care. In a matter of minutes Billy or one of the other dogs would hang her up by the hocks and cut her from her pelvis to her chin. Maybe Billy himself might even eat some of Melle's intestines or a bit of spleen, technically against the rules, but everyone does it.
I nod getting his point, " just be careful anyways, let's get her into exam room three" we both left, i strain under Melle's weight, even if it doesn't seem to bother Billy any. We quickly carry her back in through the front door and down the hallway to exam room 3. Billy just dropping her on the exam table like a sack of potatoes, Melle letting out a small grown.
I glare at him my hackles raising, "EASY block head you have anything between those ears other than space to rent real cheap? I haven't finished the paperwork or even sedated her yet, do you mind not treating her like a hunk of meat just yet?" Billy stairs down at me, his K9s a hell of a lot bigger than my own, with two paw pads he pushed me back a couple steps with a growl of his own. " I'm not the sheep ass sniffing, frisbee catching, shaggy mutt that let the so called patient step into traffic now am I ?"
I start to reply with a cutting insult to Billy's ancestors, parentage, general foul smell and so so low corporate loyalty score. When the brute with little effort on his part shoves me into the wall, Billy standing directly over me, his breath, smelling of cigarettes, blood and raw meat. Despite my best efforts, my treacherous tail tucks up between my legs.
Billy grabs my right shoulder, his grip is hard and strong his claws digging into my fur and skin, even through the shirt. I look up trying not grimace, my fucking tail damn near touching my belt buckle. When Billy speaks again it's not in a bark or snarl, even more disturbing he speaks in almost a whisper. " Dex Dex um Dex, you have done fucked up real good. No way we can cover up this mule faced doe being hit now can we, half the meat being bruised or bloodshot." I swallow hard and nod, Billy smiles which is disturbing on the best of days, unfortunately he continued.
" Bloodshot to hell, she would have been Grade A lean before, now Utility Grade at best and that's assuming her guts aren't all busted open inside" he sniffs over his shoulder in Melle's direction than turns back to me. " So here's how this is gonna go, you my frisbee catching friend were sitting at your cozy desk. You saw a doe crossing the street... DAM!! She's hit by a car, hit and run, you being the good helpful dawg you are you run out to render assistance. Turns out nothing that can be done and it just so happens. She was coming here for an appointment anyways, ya following me Mr We are the Smartest dawgs ever?"
Melle fades in and out of consciousness, everything is so fuzzy, where is she, why does her head hurt so bad? Must be a dream, just would someone turn down those lights and shut off the TV.
i nod the block head making sense in a grim way, I just felt deep down I wasn't going to like what came next. Billy nods with me " Good see maybe you Border Collies are smart, now you got cameras at the front door and in the back. But no one looks at those unless something goes wrong and they copy over each other every 34 hours or so. And get this it's Saturday... we are closed tomorrow still those cameras keep rolling." Fuck me i hadn't thought of the damn cameras, all Billy has to do is call the shift manger and show him the footage, than I'm the one mopping up blood and guts in the back.
Billy can see the wheels turning in my head he doesn't even have to say it. " Now Dexter my new good lil dawg, all you need to do is redo the paperwork, put the tag and stamp on her, me and the boys will take care of the rest. No need for gas or to bolt her, her brains are already mashed potatoes."
I shake my head no at this, " she's probably still at least partially conscience, you can't processor like that?" Billy shakes his head in return, " No no of course not, if they start kicking a knife goes flying, ya think I'm stupid .... DO YA?" I Quickly shake my head no, my ears flapping around.
Billy backs up a step and takes a breath, "yea I didn't think so. You know we can't get seen dating these herbivore girls, get things thrown at you, the least of which accusations of coercion. Hell seems like half the sectors it's still illegal, get you both strung up. Just a bloody shame too, salads are cheap dinners and um um these herbivore girls, pussies are tighter than any bitch you're liable to find."
I just wish I could say the thought hadn't at least crossed my mind, just Billy saying it out loud made me feel kind of dirty. I look down at the floor feeling like I just want to go home. Billy runs a paw over Melle's stomach, lifting up her sweatshirt over her flat chest. " You finish your paperwork get these clothes off, me and the boys, while we'll probably work late tonight. Seems a real bloody shame to let Grade A tender pussy just get tossed in the garbage or eaten while practically brand new."
Melle wonders who's talking and would they please shut up, she has a test tomorrow and Daddy said if she keeps her grades up they all will go up to the cabin next weekend and do some skiing.
I grabbed the stamp and tags from the desk drawer and start filling out the forms as quickly as can. I'm going to a special kind of hell for this. Nothing but off brand products and completely surrounded by good for nothing Communist and Socialists.The tag finished as I put through one of Melles ear piercing, she groans, softly and she seems to look at me, my heart stops as she speaks. " Please... turn... down... the lights I need to sleep... test " her eyes rolling back. I look at Billy my eyes wide, my blood turning to ice water.
Billy shrugs " Just do your fucking job, she's completely out of it, we'll cut her throat after we've had our fun, she won't feel a thing." My paws shake and I feel the urge to puke or need the restroom maybe both. A few calming breaths later I pick up the shears and starting at the bottom. I cut up her pant leg on one side, folding back the pants I take the stamp and push it down just above Melle's right hip. I sigh I start with the other pant leg when Billy reaches over my shoulder and yanks Melle's panties down.
Startled I jump a little yet the fragrance immediately draws my attention back. Yes I smelled her urine earlier and there is that scent, just a far more powerful scent explained by a little bit of blood around her vulva, a few small spots I didn't notice earlier on her panties. Most importantly a small string trailing out of her pussy. Melle's soft pink lips, the lovely bouquet of her menstruation only being held back by a bit of cotton made my mouth water, drool starting to form at one of my black lips.
Billy chuckles, "not so high and mighty now huh" slapping me on back just about knocking me over. "Bet you spend so much time with your nose in books you haven't ate pussy that bloody" I whipped my mouth and glare up at him. "That's known of your business thank you very much!"
Billy just nods " Knew it"
I flip him off and try to control my feral urges.
" While pup it's getting late, if you want to give this doe a lick you better have at it. You probably won't want that after we get done with her, not to often we get one so pretty in here."
I bite my lower lip Melle is a patient and in medical distress AND this breaks so many of the rules all the rules. Yet I can't help myself, I bury my muzzle between Melle's soft warm strong thighs, just breathing in her scent. The clean smell of her skin and fur is intoxicating, the shampoo and conditioner must've had peaches in it. The smell of her urine almost like oats and almonds, nothing like the bitches I've been with despite what Billy might think.
Melles labored, breathing blood trickling from her nose, meant nothing to me at that moment. The taste of her blood and wetness on my tongue is all I cared about for several long moments. Before pulling back thinking what I was doing, while just one last lick. The iron and tanginess of her still lingering as I pull away for the last time.
Billy nods his approval " So you are a dawg after all, color me impressed, maybe if I'm in a good mood later I'll bring you some of her good bits."
I wipe my mouth again a bit of blood on my nose and take a few step back. "Let's not talk about this, like ever, ever again okay?"
Billy obviously way too amused chuckles "alright lady kill, alright."
I finish removing the last bit of her pants, another quick clip and her panties are completely free, which I quickly shove in a pocket. If Billy noticed he doesn't mention it.
Billy pops the wheels lose on the gurney and starts to roll her back, than stops. "Dex you want to pull that string? Been soaking her scents in for hours, not a bad snack for later?" I want to act indignant, say how dirty that is and not lower myself to some feral. In the end I slowly come over to Melle's side, is she watching me? I can't tell, I reach between her thighs, feeling the soft fur of her inner thighs and find the string.
I ever so gently pull it out, the intoxicating aroma of her menstruation blood hit once me again... Right before Billy hit me with a slap to the back that nearly sent me sprawling than he was through the door
Melle fought through the fog, her head hurt, a pounding pain, feeling herself being turned and moved. Hands, no rough paws touching her, inside her. A sudden jolt of lightning pain in her ass... darkness. A sudden awareness of something in her mouth large hot and foul, trying to call out bleat but no breath or sound would come. Another painful jolt from between her legs less so this time, feeling like she might being wetting herself, it didn't seem to matter anymore.
The text book slammed down next to my head with a BANG, I shot awake with a yelp of “I’m Awake” sending the rolling chair flying and my butt right to the floor. Billy looked down at me, "DEX you weren't sleeping at the desk now where are you?" I look up and wipe drool from one side of my face and shake my head no. " I was just resting my eyes, umm you surprised me"
Billy just gives me a look like I'm so full of it "Tick tock It's 8pm time to close up and go home, paper works filed, been a quite night that means it beer o'clock" i nod and pick myself up from the floor.
I toss my books on the passenger seat of my rusty crap box of a car and yawn, must be more tired than I thought. The old civic fires off on the second try and I back out the space. The parking lot is empty and there's little traffic on the road even if the weathers still rainy and miserable cold. Screw an all nighter I'm going home and getting a full nights rest for a change. Maybe I will follow my oldest sisters lead and be a dentist, I chuckled to myself as I turned into the lane. I glance over my left shoulder just in time to see the front chrome bumper of the Peterbilt as it slams into the drivers door at 65 mph.
The civic took a direct blow from the massive speeding truck, that never hit the brakes until the small car was already spinning back into the parking lot shedding parts as it went. When I opened my eyes I thought I was somehow belted in the passages seat. But no...no the driver seat was now in the same spot as the passenger seat. My legs disappeared under the crushed dash. That didn't look right, the steering wheel bent sideways. I can't remember seeing the airbag pop, but there it was all floppy. The drivers door was pinning my left arm at my side, which oddly enough didn't hurt as much as it should. Especially considering that ragged piece of bent metal stuck in my shoulder.
I felt the urge to cough and I knew that wasn't a good idea. I tried to suppress it, It came anyways, and with it came the bloody pain. Pain that made my head spin, but at least I could breathe. It hurt, a lot, but at least I wasn't already dying, was I? I needed help though.
I looked over out the broken passager side window. The glass had so many cracks I couldn't see anything but some brown motion. A hoofed hand came through the window and wiped the glass away which crumbled like broken salt crystals.
"Sir, are you OK?" I reckonized that voice. It belonged to a doe, about 18 years old, in a light yellow hoodie sweatshirt and tan capri pants. I blinked.
She looked over my injuries and seemed to pale, did I look that bad? "Don't worry, sir, I'm only trying to get the door open. I'm trying to help you."
The whole car moved a bit, which hurt, my back might very well be broken. There was the sound of some broken part scraping against some other broken part, no way that door will budge.
"That... that won't open." I try to explain to her, but my voice feels slurry as I break into painful coughs.
"I called 911, tbey will bring some cutters to get you out." She reassured me.
My thoughts drift to the dream I had. Melle? How could that be, she had gone through to the back... no, I had dreamt that or had I, I felt dizzy and lightheaded.
"...listen to me. Please try to stay awake..."
She was leaning into the car, right in front of me. I must have drifted off for a second. She smelled so nice and wasn't hard on the eyes either.
"Melle..." I whispered.
"I'm here. Please, try not to speak, just... can you blink, blink once if you're in pain?"
I blink once, for yes.
"The ambulance is almost there... Stay with me..."
I look right at her, trying not to cough but I have to know. " Are you an angel come to take me away?"
Melle strokes my right ear " You just stay awake okay, you stay with me, help will be here soon."
I imagine taking her into my arms and sniffing her clean fur. The scent of blood, my own, mixes with my fantasy and brings back a half remembered memory of a doe I once met that smelled of fresh peaches.
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