A stray dog-girl, trying to escape her fate

I scurried around a corner. Then another one. And another one. Right, left, right, left then left again. Duck under the bush, crawl through the opening in the fence and climb over the old crates to get to the hidden corner. Finally, I was safe.

It certainly wasn’t easy being a stray. Not in these times, not in this country. We had to hide, from both humans and other strays, because we never knew who might get caught and reveal information that could lead the humans to us. Therefore, we never revealed our hiding spots to each other, and mostly met only by chance. In some instances, pairs or even small groups formed for some time, but it never lasted. I had seen so many strays disappear and never heard from them again.

But somehow, I had always managed to avoid being caught myself. I changed my hideout regularly, never using the same spot twice. I scavenged for food only at night and never begged for handouts, not even from other demis. There was always a risk that they worked with the humans, whether by choice or not mattered little to me.

I envied them, the free demis. Although we strays had arguably more freedom, they could at least beg or try to work and spend the money they got their hands on! Money was mostly worthless to us strays. Sure, we could always just pretend to be a free demi superficially. But as soon as somebody would try to scan the chip that was implanted in every demis shoulder, the ruse would be caught. And every shopkeeper, salesman, physician and basically every other human would always want to scan us, whether because they were required by law or just for their amusement.

The chips contained our IDs, a unique identification code that was linked to an entry in the police database with all important information about, including intimate medical and legal data. And of course, whether we were a runaway **** or not.

But if anybody tried to scan me or most other strays, they wouldn’t even get this far. No, they would know that we were strays and that there was a high bounty on us much sooner.

In every populated area, there were ranged scanners. They periodically scanned every demis chip in a multiple-mile radius. And if they picked up a demi that had been marked as a runaway ****, they would triangulate its position and alarm the police. Therefore, to have any chance to avoid capture, we had to remove our chips. Instead of a small metal implant, I had nothing but a deep scan on my shoulder. And should somebody notice the absence of my chip, they would immediately know that I was a stray, since removing the chip was illegal.

I sighed, trotted over to a puddle where rainwater had collected and washed my face. It was cold, very cold, but at least it was clean. I stared at my reflection. My face was neither ugly nor beautiful, it was almost extraordinarily plain for a demi, with soft, brown eyes and a cute stub nose. Something for which I was very grateful, it helped tremendously avoiding attention.

What didn’t help avoid attention, was the rest of my body: I had big, plump breasts that constantly got in my way and a round bubble butt that seemingly everybody felt entitled to spank. I was rather thin because I never got much to eat, but with a good amount of muscle due to my nature as a dog-girl and my active life as a stray. For the same reason, I was taller than smaller demis like cats, the same size as a small human woman. My brown hair reached just over my shoulders with the fur on my droopy canine ears and fluffy tail being the same colour.

I dried my face with my shirt and was just about to examine the stash of loot I had brought from my last tour when I heard it. Barking. And it was coming closer.

I dropped everything, turned around and began to climb the wall of the old warehouse next to which my hideout was situated as fast as I could. My strong fingers easily found support behind an old pipe and I reached the roof quickly. By now, the barking had grown even louder and more numerous, the sound of commands from humans and steps was mixed in. How did they find me? Did I leave some kind of trace behind?!

No matter. For now, I had to focus on escaping!