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About 40 years ago, the so called "Anthro Amendment" was passed. It said that anthros aka "furs" weren't humans and therefore were not guaranteed any "human rights." An anthro is a human/animal hybrid. Imagine a cat that's 5'7", stands on two legs, and can speak and has the capacity to learn and has human features: that's an anthro. The second scientists started to say that anthros "weren't human" things started to look bleak. Never mind the fact that humans could reproduce with anthros normally or that two "normal" humans could have an anthro child, that wasn't important.

Soon after the amendment passed, "pet markets" developed. Humans could buy anthros as "pets." By pets, they pretty much meant slaves. They even got around beating anthros by claiming they weren't animals, to avoid animal cruelty laws. "Pet owners" loved that Supreme Court, ruling. It meant that anthros fell into a gray area, opened to be exploited. That's where we are today. 200 years after slavery was abolished, we decided to bring it back.

Some anthros are treated like human servants in a household. Most, however, and by most I mean maybe 94%, weren't so lucky. I've heard stories that would make anyone sick. Free anthros had to constantly carry around a card which certified them as free. They were seen as a "protected species" had a few rights, but not many. I've heard it compared to the South in the 60's and they were the lucky ones. I heard horror stories about abuse, rapes, and other horrors mentioned as if they were mere jokes. It always made me sick.

I'd like to say my family was against this whole system, but I'd be lying. My father got his "pet" on his wedding day 18 years ago from a wealthy friend. It was a she-wolf anthro named Lisa. She was pregnant, so there would be another 'pet' for the family. My mom was pregnant too. I was born two weeks before the new "pet," a female rabbit with white fur whom Lisa named Michelle. To me Michelle looked like a rabbit, but other anthros and "experts" claimed to see the wolf in her. I personally think they were full of it. I didn't see a wolf or even a rabbit when I looked at her. I saw my friend since birth.

Michelle and I grew up together. We were taught by this exclusive home tutor that humans were superior and that anthros should serve a human. In the house, Michelle and her mom did just that, but to me they were more. Lisa was my nanny as a kid and, despite the tutor telling me that I was above her, Michelle and I became close. I always viewed her as my best friend, not some slave. I even told her that I hated when she called me "master." I wasn't her master, I was her friend. My parents were different; they had the typical view of their 'pets.' They were "master" or "ma'am" I was simply "Andy." At least I was to Michelle. Lisa could never stop calling me Master Andrew.

A few months ago, I came back from my first semester at college. It was some big university the wealthy elite like my dad sent their kids to. I hated it, but I wouldn't dare say anything. It was a "family tradition" to go there. I wanted to stay close to home so I didn't have to leave my best friend. I still can remember how we both cried the night before I left. But now I was finally home. I couldn't wait to see everyone. I had been getting really homesick. When I walked in the door, my Mom greeted me with a big hug and a few tears. My dad gave me a strong handshake.

"It's nice to have you home, Andrew." He said to me. "Lisa and Michelle are preparing your room as we speak. I'll call one of them down to take your bag."

"No, it's alright, Dad, I got it."

My dad looked at me puzzled.

"Very well. Could you tell Lisa to have dinner ready by 6?"

I nodded and walked upstairs.

When I walked in my room, I saw Lisa and Michelle making my bed. They were moving really fast. Lisa was wearing an old apron over some ill-fitting clothes that made her look double the weight she actually was. It was probably something from a goodwill store. Michelle had on a black tank top and jeans that I had gotten her a few years ago. I felt bad for her having to wear the hideous clothing she did. When she was questioned about it, she said a free fur gave them to her. My father ordered her never to speak to him again. Probably afraid of losing the next generation of "pets."

They didn't notice me as I walked in my bedroom door.

"Hello there." I said.

Instantly, Lisa and Michelle turned around. Lisa looked nervous.

"Oh please, please forgive me, Master Andrew." She said to me. "I didn't think you'd be home so soon. We'll be done soon."

"It's ok." I said with a small smile. "You don't need to worry about me. Dad says he would like dinner made by 6." I added with some contempt at the message.

"Yes, Master Andrew. We'll get started right away. Come Michelle."

Lisa left the room and stood waiting for Michelle.

"Welcome back, Master Andrew." Michelle said as she pushed past me.

I shot her a puzzled look. She knew I hated that. I wasn't her 'master.'

"Why did you call me Master, Michelle?" I whispered to her before she left the room.

"Because you're my Master." She said in a somewhat distance voice. "Is there something I can do for you, Master Andrew?"

"No...no. I'm ok."

Michelle left. I figured she was just in a bad mood for some reason. The train ride back home was exhausting so I fell asleep, thinking that it was nothing to worry about.

I woke up about an hour later to footsteps outside my room. I was always a light sleeper, and my dad marched more than walked. I turned over to try and get back to sleep. From the hallway I heard Lisa's voice.

"Master Robert, dinner is ready. Would you like me to wake Master Andrew?"

"Yes. But, first, how is progress with your daughter?"

"I...I'm trying Master, I really am. I try everything she is just being stubborn. Soon, I promise soon." Lisa said, sounding more nervous than usual.

"It had better be soon. "Wake up my son."

I heard him march off. What was he talking about? I faked sleep when Lisa came in to wake me up. She looked sad and scared. I didn't get it. What was going on? What "progress" did Michelle have to make? Was that why she didn't call me Andy? This overheard conversation worried me, but I doubted I would get any answers. My parents would simply say "It's nothing to be worried about" and move on.

I didn't talk much during dinner. I claimed the trip exhausted me. There was a lot on my mind, none of which had to do with how school was or how I was doing in my classes, which was the primary concern of my parents. I gave simple answers, and said I had eaten on the train when asked why I wasn't eating much. I excused myself and went up to my room.

I looked at the clock radio on my dresser, it was 6:30. I did anything I could to busy myself until Lisa and Michelle were done cleaning the kitchen and eating. After that Michelle would always come up to my room and ask if I needed anything. I would always tell her to close the door and we would talk for as long as we could about anything. We would watch TV or a movie if there was a good one on. I couldn't wait to see her and get an understanding about what was going on. I tried homework, talking to friends, and reading to kill the time. It seemed to go by endlessly. By about 9:00, there was a knock at the door.

"Come in." I said, perhaps a little too eagerly.

It wasn't Michelle, it was Lisa. I was disappointed.

"Is there anything I can get you, Master Andrew?"

"No." I said with a small sigh.

As Lisa turned to leave, I realized one way I could at least get Michelle to talk to me.

"Actually, there is something. Can you send Michelle up here, if she's not too busy? "

"Of course, Master Andrew. Good Night."

"Thanks. Good Night."

About 5 minutes later, Michelle walked into my room.

"You wanted to see me, Master?"

"Close the door."

She did and stood in front of me as though she was waiting for an order.

"Aren't you going to sit?" I asked pointing to my bed.

"Am I allowed to?"

"Of course you are." I said, slightly surprised she was even asking.

She walked to my bed and sat down next to me slowly. When her weight caused the bed to move, she winced.

"Are you ok?" I asked.

"I'm fine." She said, defensively.

"You're hurt. What happened? And why are you calling me master all of a sudden?"

"Why do you care?" She said, turning her head away from me.

"Michelle, you're my best friend. You think that changed just because I went to college? Please, tell me what happened?"

She looked up at me with her big eyes which soon began to fill with tears. She lifted up the black tank top she was wearing in the back. There was a horrible bruise across it. It looked like she was beat with a cane or something. I looked from the bruise back to her. She turned her head away.

"How...?"

"When I found out you were coming home I said to my Mom, 'I'm so happy Andy is coming home. ' You're dad heard and pulled me into his bedroom. He beat me with the cane and he kept saying that you were 'Master Andrew,'" not 'Andy.'"

"I...I don't know what to say..."

"Nothing. There's nothing you can say." She added with anger.

"I overheard Lisa and my dad talking about your 'progress.' Is this part of that? Treating me as a master, not a friend?"

"No."

"Then what is it. If there's something I can do, anything to help..."

"There's nothing you can do" she said, now crying, yet trying to keep her sobs low. "Your dad keeps saying that my mom is getting old and that she can't do as much. So he wants me to get pregnant, so a new pet can take over for her."

I cursed my dad under my breath. The beating and now this? It was barbaric!

"He said two weeks ago that I had until the end of the year to find someone to marry," Michelle continued, "or else he was going to "give" me to the Henderson's so they could get me pregnant. I'm afraid, Andy. I'm terrified."

I didn't blame her. The Henderson's were "pet breeders." They pretty much took female anthros and impregnated them for their masters. I couldn't imagine how horrible the experience was and I would never want anyone, least of all Michelle to go through that.

"I'll talk to my dad. I'll see if I can..."

Michelle shook her head.

"You're mom already tried. I don't know what to do. Mom said I should pick someone I can tolerate and ask for permission to marry them. But...but..."

"But what?"

"I can't. I can't I can't..."

She kept repeating the phase like it was a mantra and crying. I put my arm around her and pulled her closer.

"Calm down." I said to her. "What can't you do?"

"I can't...I could never... It's...Your father would never let me..."

"The only person who my dad wouldn't let you marry is Cunningham's wolf, Sam. But Sam is an ass anyway, you know that."

"It's not Sam." Michelle said, slowly trying to catch her breath.

"Then your fine."

"No. It won't work."

"What are you...?"

Before I could finish my thought, Michelle grabbed the back of my head, pulled me close to her and kissed me. She broke the kiss after a few seconds and looked into my eyes.

"It's you. It's always been you." Michelle said, still trying to talk through her tears. "Since we were kids, I always wanted to be around you, to be close to you. You never treated me like a slave. I was always your friend. I grew up with you, played with you, and laughed with you, I loved being around you and now I just want to be with you...but I can't. You're dad would never let me, and you would never pick me..."

"Michelle..."

I tried to interrupt her, but she was talking too fast.

"...just please, please don't tell your dad..."

"Michelle, I..."

"...I promise I'll find someone a good anthro..."

There was only one way I was going to be heard. I pulled Michelle close and kissed her. I felt her return the kiss as our tongues played with each other's. After a few seconds I broke the kiss.

"Michelle," I said. "I've always loved you, too. I just was too afraid to admit it. I never thought you would want me. I've loved you for 3 years. I won't let him do anything to you. I promise."

"But what about..."

I gave her a quick peck to stop her from worrying.

"We'll find a way. I promise we will."

She threw her arms around me. I grabbed her in an embrace gently because of her bruise. I gently placed her down on my bed and kissed her again. We spent the rest of the night in each other's arms. It was about three in the morning when she finally left to go to her room with her mom. I wished she could have stood in my room, but I didn't want anyone walking in and seeing her with me: she'd get beat far worse than before.

When she left tried to sleep. I still felt her lips on mine and I wanted nothing more than to feel them there every night for the rest of my life. So I say screw what the scientists or the government or even what my father says. Michelle is human enough for me.