Abby gets her way

Lucy held her head high so her sister wouldn't have to stoop to keep her hand on her collar as she lead her out of the room full of cages. The tile floor was uncomfortable against her knees, but knowing Abby was by her side made it bearable as she was lead down a hall to the building's side exit, where their father was waiting.

He greeted Abigail when he saw them come out. "I got your mom calmed down, she's waiting in the car. How's Lucy?"

"She's okay now. And she'll stay that way if you let me take care of her, daddy," Abigail said, crouching down to pet Lucy's back.

Her dad smiled sadly, "I wish you'd stop calling Lucy her, Abigail. It's not a person and we need to stop treating it like one."

"But she's still female isn't she? She's an animal, not an object. I don't see why we have to be so mean to her!"

"Abby, we're not being mean," he sighed, "There's a difference between mean and strict, we went over this on the way here."

Abigail stood up to face her dad, "Whatever you want to call it, it's clearly not working or she wouldn't have acted out like she did. Can we please just try it my way? Your idea of tough love will just make her feel like we don't love her at all. You saw how she reacted to what you and mom said in there. But she trusts me. The years of good memories she has of being my big sister will help her, and we'll lose that if she doesn't think I'm protecting her."

"Fine, but if we don't see results I am stepping in. Now let's get it..." He paused, looking down at Lucy. "Let's get her home."

"Thank you daddy! You won't regret it!" Abigail said with a hug. "But I better let her pee first so she doesn't mess up the car."

Lucy did have to pee, she realized. She'd been locked in that cage all day without relief. She looked back at the building, thinking of the bathroom inside. She was dismayed, but not really surprised to find herself pulled in the other direction.

Abigail stopped at a strip of grass on the side of the road, in full view of anyone who happened to walk by. "Go on girl, don't be shy. Don't worry about getting dirty either. I have a box of tissues in my backpack to clean you up."

Lucy looked up at Abigail sadly. Now that her mind was on it she could feel the pressure in her bladder. The thought of releasing it on the ground while her little sister watched was mortifying, but even if she somehow convinced her to take her inside (not that there was much hope of that with their dad right there) she doubted she would make it to the bathroom. So she just closed her eyes, did her best to pretend she was somewhere else, and let loose.

Carefully spreading her legs, Lucy managed to aim her stream so it didn't hit her legs. But the ground here wasn't very absorbent, and the puddle beneath her grew until she could feel the warm liquid under her knees. Worse, once the pressure fell she couldn't maintain the stream and it started dribbling down her thighs. Lucy felt like crying, disgusted with herself and what she'd been reduced to.

But before she knew it her bladder was empty, and Abigail gently pulled her forward onto a dry patch of grass. Bending over behind her, she started wiping Lucy's legs with a handful of wet napkins. Lucy shuddered as her sister's hand reached her vagina, but Abigail dabbed the napkins against it quickly, keeping the contact brief and to the point. Discarding the soiled napkins in a nearby bin, she repeated the process with a dry one. Then she had Lucy sit on her butt while she did the same thing from her knees down.

"That wasn't so bad was it?" Abigail asked when she was done. Still feeling dirty, Lucy gave her a weak smile and got back on her hands and knees to be brought to the car.

The trunk was open, and Lucy trembled when she saw the crate waiting for her inside. It was a wooden box, tall enough that she could sit if she kept her head down and wide enough that she could turn around in it, but with only thin slots to look out of it might be even more claustrophobic that the tight confines of the metal cage. Its only saving grace was the threadbare blanket someone had thrown in to cover its bottom.

To Lucy's immense relief her sister lead her right past it to the rear passenger door. "She's going in the back with me, we are not putting her in a box after those people left her in that cage for hours already."

"Fine." Her dad slammed the trunk shut and got into the driver's seat while Abigail helped Lucy into the back. Sitting down on the bench seat, she had Lucy lie with her head in her lap and reached over to secure her with one of the seatbelts before buckling her own.

Alerted by the commotion, her mother turned in her seat. When she saw what was going on behind her she scowled and looked forward again.