Since lately I've been writing about Deborah and Azalea, how about I throw a bone to Jennifer. In a way, I honestly feel sorry for my poodle fursona and wish I could hug her. When I first made her, I promised to give her a story like I'd done for Azalea. Surprise surprise, I never did. For that, I'm sorry Jenny.

Sidenote, this is a Thursday Prompt and here's the link: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/33737070/. As always, feedback is encouraged and appreciated.

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That’s up to you. Keeping that character and using her would be a constant reminder of him. A reminder of the negativity, anxiety, and depression you’ve felt for so long. This form was pretty much how he saw us: an object meant purely to look pretty and for his fetishes. Personally, I’d let her go…

Jennifer thought about these words daily. Unlike Azalea and Deborah, she didn’t have a fair origin of creation. She wasn’t born from a thrown away plush like Deborah. She wasn’t meant to be a self-insert child that evolved into her own character like Azalea. She was simply created to endure her creator’s repressed sexual desires. To be blunt, she’d endure sexual experiences a real human would kill themselves over.

But what did she expect? This wasn’t uncommon for her dog breed: to be sluts and whores. At her best, the poodle might be allowed to be a self-centered bitch. She wasn’t sure what she’d be. Her character hadn’t been developed the way his other two selves had.

Azalea was his mascot if he ever tried to make a franchise, she’d be the epicenter. She was strong, self-righteous, and stubborn. Though not without fault, Jennifer had no doubt with time, that others would love Azalea.

Deborah would become his poster child for kinks. The store she owned, realistically, is dedicated to kink punishments for her customers and employees. Even Fetish-Tel quickies would have her as the main character.

Where did that leave her? Her last appearance had her being a cunt to someone who didn’t deserve it. Her first appearance had her kidnapping the very individual she’d been a cunt towards. Since then, she’d been portrayed as an airheaded, vindictive, bimbo and just a bystander.

Jennifer Brooks had so much more to offer the world than just that, right? This couldn’t be how she’d be remembered. Not as a spiteful bitch who lashed out at males to make up for her creation. Cuddling up into a ball, she sobs softly to herself. Though canonically born second, she felt like the forgotten child.

Azalea’s comment that day wasn’t meant to be hurtful, she knew that. That didn’t mean it didn’t hurt Jennifer.