Pedigree

In another room, the males enjoyed cocktails and appetizers while the females were prepared. All of my clothing and my old collar were removed and I was bathed. My tag and a plain black collar were fastened around my neck symbolizing my desire to be purchased. When all the females we're prepared, the men were invited into a viewing room where we were again leashed in the stalls. There seemed to be more people than stars in the sky, and I was intimidated. I had never been naked in front of anyone besides the one who bathed me and my escort.

The men continued to eat and drink and visit with one another, but they also touched and inspected the females, read their documentation and heritage, and made notes on their favorites. Many males took a close look at me, made comments to one another about my beauty, stroked their hands along the firm flesh on my belly, and asked me to open my mouth so they could examine my teeth and throat. When my father and brothers made it to my stall, they were respectful and refrained from eye contact, quickly passing me to examine the next female. This was a relief.

When the males had satisfied themselves at the examination, they made their way back to an auditorium. Here, each female was brought out one at a time and displayed again, under lights. Cameras projected the female onto a big screen at the back of the stage so all would have a good look at what was discussed. All eyes watched as her number and key selling points were read over a loudspeaker. The room was vast and I could not identify where my family sat, but I hoped they weren't looking at me.

Bidding began, numbers were called out, and people became upset as winners were declared and applause was given. This went on for what felt like hours as each female was presented. Afterward, we waited in the examination room to be claimed by our new owners.

Eventually, a male much older than my father approached me with his attendant. He shot a smile through his thin white beard. Then he drew a light circle around my breast, sending chills through me.

"She's beautiful." his attendant said.

"Perfection," he replied. "I can't wait to work her."

"Would you like me to install her tail now?" the attendant asked.

"No." he replied. "Let's just get her home."

I knew what it meant to have a tail installed. Pedigrees are never tailed in advance, as this decision is a privilege reserved for the owner. I was anxious about that because up to that day, I had never even seen it done. My father and brothers did not tail their pets. However, as I waited for my owner to claim me, I witnessed other pets receive a tail by their owners. Even the most upstanding quality pets screamed out and struggled as they were bent over their new owners' lap and made to absorb the thick object.

The attendant clasped a leash onto my collar and I followed them towards the exit. I kept a sharp lookout for my father, but the crowd was too dense. I knew he could do nothing for me, but if I could just see him one more time...

At the door, we waited in line. The attendant handed my owner the leash while he presented proof of payment to the clerk. Soon, the three of us were outside walking to his vehicle. I heard my owner chuckling, then he yanked the leash downward and tied it securely to the ball mount on the back of his truck with no slack.

"Cox! Look what I picked up today." I heard him holler. I heard a zipper and felt him behind me.

My head shot up as I spotted my father and brothers loading up their newest additions. "Davidson, NO!" Father said, stepping forward. All my brothers paused their festivities to see what father was upset by. As they all watched, my owner pushed something thick and hot into me. I felt like I was being torn apart. I screamed desperately from my throat. My eyes shot open and I watched as my father and brothers stared back in shock. The male pulled back and thrust again. This time the pain, while still intense, was somewhat masked by what I can only describe as a tingling primal urge to reproduce that I had never understood before. I don't know what came over me as I arched my back, took him in deeper, despite the burning pain and began moaning with great pleasure as my body convulsed and thrashed in a blinding delirium. Sweat was released from every pore of my body as Davidson shamelessly enlightened me as to my purpose.

The extasy was short lived and all I could think about was getting to do it again. He withdrew from me and zipped up his pants. My eyes drifted open again as my father slowly turned away and continued loading chattel into his trailer. Davidson untied my leash and with a few whips from his crop, he encouraged me to the bed of his truck where a dog crate waited. I hesitantly crawled in and the crate was locked. Davidson's truck pulled out of the parking lot with my father's vehicle and trailer directly behind. I watched my family follow for a time before they turned off onto a different road. I never saw them again.

I suppose the scene in the parking lot was to quickly remind me that even though I came from privilege, that I was, in fact, Davidson's property. I am simply a living resource for the future and expansion of mankind, a machine responsible for generating offspring superior to myself, and a testimony advocating the preservation of our way of life ...or maybe to upset my father for some reason...

As it happened, life as Davidson's pet turned out to be very fulfilling. He named me Snowflake and would brush my hair once in a while. I was never again whipped or crated. Besides my collar and tag, I wore only tight bindings that rendered my hands useless. Beyond the initial introduction, I found life with a tail wasn't too bad. I had to live with an object in my mouth that prevented me from speaking, but the attendants took it out when it was feeding time. I remained always completely naked and had to eat on my hands and knees with my face in a bowl, but I was treated wonderfully by everyone. Davidson had several other pets and though I seemed to be a favorite, I found myself fighting with the others for Davidson's attention. Fortunately, Davidson's sons, adult grandsons, as well as his staff helped me with my primal urges. My stays in the barn were scary and hard, but I did forget quickly, and Davidson did seem to be pleased with me. I smiled at this, knowing my father would be proud of me.