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A Campfire to keep me busy while waiting |
| [Introduction]
So can't post on DeviantArt for some reason I think my account has a glitch I sent a message to the website's support and was told it might take three days to address my complaint so to scratch my writing itch while not making any more static stories to add to the pile for DeviantArt decided to make a campfire which like the WDC Birthday Campfire is mostly 'Anything Goes' (Although this one doesn't have to be as kid friendly as the last one since this is sort of an 'emergency campfire') That said let's try to make this one make sense
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| In some city somewhere in the Midwest...A secretive experiment was taking place... The experiment was creating Anthro Animals to serve as a new kind of underclass to do all the dangerous or dirty jobs so humans wouldn't have to do them...They just had to convince the Public this wasn't technically slavery since no 'human rights' were being violated then they could release these creatures to the public to be purchased! Until then for the creatures inside like one of the Pigs, Pig # 007 the humans who were her handlers often called her 'Miss Piggy' for some reason that had to do with human TV it was another round of being examined and being tested to do various tasks |
| There has to be more to life than this, Miss Piggy thought after another examination. Like, what's the stuff on that TV thing the humans talk about? |
| In a windowless lab somewhere in the Midwest, a wolf pup opened his eyes for the first time. He was not born under a mother’s watchful gaze, but in a glass chamber humming with wires and tubes. Scientists spoke of him as “Unit 7,” though the first voice he came to know was softer than the rest, a young handler named Claire. Claire gave him more than food and commands; she gave him warmth. When he whimpered in the night, she wrapped him in a blanket. When he stumbled on unsteady legs, she steadied him. She called him “Ash,” a name he quickly learned belonged to him and him alone. To Ash, Claire was the sun in a world of steel and glass. |
| Miss Piggy had been born a similar way, only she hadn't had a nice caregiver like Ash had, but Pigs are tough creatures they can endure where even some apex predators can't As Miss Piggy continued practice in demonstrating her strength by stacking wooden crates on top of each other she suddenly froze because she was suddenly seeing something unusual! She was seeing the outside of the lab she had never seen before! And she saw some scruffy young humans smoking cigarettes and she heard them talking to each other. "So..."This is the place..." said one woman "...Where their making talking animals to be the new slave labor?" "Yeah..." Said a scruffy young man "Tonight we're gonna bust in there and free all the lab animals!" |
| Miss Piggy shook her head. That was strange, she thought. Did they do something to the food? |
| As he grew, so did the lessons. He was told his purpose: to serve humans in jobs too dirty, too dangerous. He would clean chemical waste, patrol unsafe sites, carry burdens. Ash accepted it; after all, Claire always told him, “Good boy, Ash. You’re helping people.” And with her smile, it felt true. But one day Claire was gone. They said she’d been dismissed for “overattachment.” Ash never saw her again. His new handler, Briggs, had no warmth in his voice. To him, Ash was not a pup with a name but a tool. He barked orders, yanked leashes, struck him when he hesitated. Ash tried to believe this was still service, still “helping,” but his chest ached. He began to notice the others, dog, fox, raccoon, each with dull eyes and scars from the lash of neglect. It was then Ash understood: they were not helping. They were being used. And for the first time, a growl stirred deep in his throat, not of obedience but of defiance. |
| And it was at that point there was a loud 'BOOM' and one of the walls exploded! In game the animal rights activists dressed in tactical gear they had brought a horse trailer for shoving as many of the uplifted animals into before they had to leave! "Come on people!" Said the Leader "Let's go! Go!" Miss Piggy recognizing these were the people from her vision went along with it when two of the liberators began pushing her toward the horse trailer |
| Are they friends, or enemies? Miss Piggy wondered. After all, it wasn't like these folks were being nice. Maybe this wasn't the time for nice words, and was just a time for moving. Nice words might be later. |
| Miss Piggy was loaded into the horse trailer she realized she caught a familiar scent, of one of the female handlers who had been here before... |
| What's she doing here? she wondered. Is this a good thing, or a bad thing? |
| Ash was lying on cold concrete, his ribs rising and falling with tired breaths. Briggs had worked him hard that day, forcing him to haul crates far heavier than his frame should bear. The sting of the leash still burned on his neck when the lights suddenly cut out. Shouts filled the air, followed by a thunderous crash as the side door of the compound was blown open. Figures in dark tactical gear flooded the room, their voices calm but urgent. “Easy, easy, we’re here to get you out.” Ash’s ears perked, but confusion kept him frozen. Then a gloved hand reached toward him, not rough like Briggs’s, not clinical like the scientists’, but gentle. “You’re safe now, boy,” the woman whispered. She smelled of sweat, rain, and freedom. Around him, cages clattered open. A pig with drooping ears and kind, weary eyes stumbled beside him. Her tag read “Unit 14,” but the rescuers called her something else: “Ms. Piggy.” Ash caught her gaze, there was fear there, but also hope. The rescuers led them outside into the cool night air. A large horse trailer waited, doors open wide. Ash hesitated, paws sinking into wet grass for the first time. Ms. Piggy nudged his shoulder gently, as if urging him forward. Behind them, alarms wailed and guards shouted. But the rescuers moved swiftly, ushering the animals into the trailer. Ash leapt inside, heart pounding. Ms. Piggy followed, pressing close as the doors shut. |
| "Um...Hi..." Miss Piggy said "Haven't seen many of you carnivore types lately..." She had overheard jokes told by the handlers about three little pigs being eaten by a wolf or something like that. |
| There was a lot that Miss Piggy wanted to know, but she was afraid to ask them. |
| Inside the trailer, the animals jostled against each other as the engine roared. Ash pressed close to the wall, ears still ringing from the explosion. He smelled fear, sweat, and metal, and something else, earthy and strong, like farmland after rain. Miss Piggy shifted beside him, her bulk solid and grounded. She gave him a side glance. “Um… hi. Haven’t seen many of you carnivore types lately.” Ash blinked, realizing her voice was steady, not timid. He lowered his head slightly. “I’m Ash,” he murmured, the name still feeling like a lifeline. “They call me Miss Piggy,” she said flatly, rolling the words as though they were borrowed. “Not sure if that’s a joke or an insult.” Ash gave a small huff that might’ve been a laugh if his throat weren’t tight. For a moment, silence hung between them, broken only by the hum of tires. |
| Then one of the other animals a Dog Anthro specifically a Great Dane pointed at something he could see out the window "Look!" He exclaimed "It's like a big...Wishbone in the sky!" What they were looking at was the St. Louis Arch revealing the city they were in was St. Louis |
| Ash stared too, his chest tightening. To him it wasn’t a wishbone, and he didn’t know what humans meant it to be. But the sight of it felt so strange, it was so massive it sent a tremor through him. It felt like a sign, though he couldn’t yet say of what. One of the activists driving up front must have heard, because she called back over the engine’s growl: “It’s the Gateway Arch. Means you’re free, at least for now. You’re leaving the old world behind.” The animals exchanged glances. None of them knew what freedom really meant. But as the Arch disappeared behind them, Ash found himself daring to hope. |
| "Guys..." Miss Piggy said "...Maybe I should tell you something, like a few days before this all happened, I...Saw these guys standing outside and talking about us!" The Activists listening knew what this meant one of the experimental animals had manifested psychic powers (In this case premonition) despite it not being intended by the scientists! |
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