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Dot laid on her side as the harsh bouncing motion of the dog truck caused her body to sway from side-to-side. She could barely hear her own thoughts with how loud all the dogs were barking, much less use her voice to gain attention and get help. The fact that she was now muzzled certainly didn't help. She cursed to herself and wondered why she was so foolish to allow herself to get muzzled like some sort of feral creature when all she had to do was swallow her pride and run home in the nude. All this could have been avoided if she wasn't so obsessed with her image.
Just as she was getting lost in her pity-party, she felt a cold, wet snout push up against her bare-bottom. She jumped and sat up as she met face-to-face with a large pit who had been sniffing her. She furrowed her brow, annoyed by the invasion of her personal space, but she came to her senses soon enough to realize that she was helpless against a dog of this size. She sighed as the dog once again lowered its head, invading her boundaries and inspecting her private areas like a dog looking for a mate.
"This so so dehumanizing..." Dot thought to herself, wishing the humiliation would end. At this point, she would've rather had everyone at the park just see her in her birthday-suit as she ran back to the tower. At least then she could explain what happened and why she was naked in the first place. Now though, she could never explain how she ended up getting her butt sniffed by a massive pit in the back of an animal control van while wearing a cheap dog-dress and a muzzle.
Dot sighed. At least dog's can't go around telling everyone about this...
Dot fell to her back as the truck came to a sudden halt. Almost instantly after, the door the the truck swung open. Just outside the truck stood the two goons who captured her as well as a third man - he was tall and well-dressed, appearing to be an executive of some sorts.
"Ain't she pretty?" One of the goons said, pointing to Dot. "A real unique breed. I haven't seen anything like it!"
Dot kicked and attempted to yell as the goon reached in and grabbed her by the scruff of her neck, but the muzzle kept her from forming any coherent words.
"Interesting!" The executive slowly paced around Dot, examining her features starting from her ears and working down to her tail.
"Imagine the money you'd make with her pups!" One of the goons intervened.
"Indeed... Please remove this hideous dress so I can make sure she hasn't been spayed."
Dot tried to kick and fight as one of the goons untied the back of her dog-dress, but it was no use. They were both much bigger and stronger than her, and with her snout muzzled, there was no way she would be able to convince them she wasn't just an animal.
Dot couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness and frustration as the goons undid her dress. All this effort to avoid getting caught for nothing as she was going to be exposed either way. She also felt very frightened by what was transpiring; three random men literally stripping her of her clothing against her will. Due to the muzzle, she couldn't beg them to stop. All she could do was thrash and fight, but it was no use.
After a moment of struggling and kicking, Dot felt the all-too-familiar breeze on her bare naked body. She was exposed, and worst of all, her private parts were being inspected by a total stranger. The executive examined her nude body with a close attention-to-detail, ensuring she was clean and ready to be bred. He pulled her lips up and ran his fingers under her gums, examining the health of her teeth. He then continued his examination of her chest and stomach, ensuring she wasn't malnourished. Finally, he examined her from below the waist, checking to see if she had been spayed.
"What a fascinating pup!" The executive exclaimed as he examined her. "Female parts seem to be in tact... She would be perfect for the breeding program!"
Dot's face turned a bright shade of red. She was horrified and humiliated all at the same time.
"You two boys did a fine job!" The executive spoke, eliciting a smile from the two goons. "Say, where did you find her?"
"Well, sir, we got a call from some kid's mom about a wild dog biting her kid's hand! When we pulled up and saw how unique a breed she was, we knew we had to bring her to ya!"
The executive gently pet the top of Dot's head, causing her to once again thrash and attempt to yell.
"Shhh... it's okay. We take good care of our female's here..." The executive pulled his hand away and noticed a layer of much left behind. "Boys, run her a bath. She needs to be clean for our hounds."
Dot kicked and fought as hard as she could as the men dragged her inside the kennel, but it was no use. They had attached a strong wire collar around her neck and were pulling her with almost enough force to lift her off the ground. It certainly didn't stop Dot from trying, though.
"You know, the more you fight, the longer you'll have to wear that muzzle!" One of the goons spoke.
"Yeah, and if you keep misbehaving, we'll have to sedate ya!" The other goon added.
Rather than waste her energy, Dot decided to just relax and go along with the bath. She knew there was no point in struggling as she was certainly not strong enough to break free from them, and she absolutely didn't want to be given any sedatives.
"Alright, easy girl..."
One of the goons carefully picked Dot up and placed her into the dog-bath. Although she attempted to remain calm, she couldn't help but thrash and attempt to fight as them men scrubbed her in her most vulnerable areas. Both men worn together to restrain her, but Dot's muffled shouts could still be heard faintly under her muzzle. Dot's cheeks couldn't have possibly turned a brighter shade of red, especially after the men started using cutesy puppy-terms with her as they bathed her.
"Who's a good girl? Who's a good girl! You are!"
If Dot wasn't muzzled, she would have turned the goon to ash with just her facial expression, much less her fist.
As the goon's finished, the executive walked into the bathing room once again.
"How's our girl doing?" The executive asked.
"She's doing great! She's really coming around. I guess a bath is all she really wanted."
"That's great! I have a breeding room for her set up at the end of the hall. I'm gonna let our Rottweiler have our first litter. He's been acting aggressive lately, I think this might help him calm down a bit..."
As the goon's nodded, Dot felt her heart drop into the pit of her stomach. Things were happening incredibly quick, and she had no time to plan an escape. She had to get out now. As Dot's eyes darted around for an escape, she noticed via a mirror in the corner of the room that the wire collar on her neck had a small, leather cord on the back that connected the two pieces of wire. Without a moment of hesitation, Dot discreetly reached behind her neck and started scraping at the leather cord with her finger-nails, slowing slicing through it.
"Hey, stop messing with your collar!" Dot froze as one of the goons yelled to her.
"Relax, man, she's just scratching herself. Dogs do that when they're stressed." The other goon intervened, allowing Dot to continue scratching at her collar.
Within a few moments, Dot sliced through the cord just enough so that it can be torn off with a decent amount of pressure. She kept it attached as she didn't want to goons to notice, but she knew now that all it would take is one good pull for her to rip it off.
"Alright, bath time is over. Let's get you set up on the breeding table." The goon spoke nonchalantly.
Dot cringed at the idea of a breeding table, but her worst nightmare couldn't prepare her for what she saw when the goons dragged her down the hallway of the breeding rooms...
Room after room of large, metal tables with dog-sized restraints. Strapped down on each of these tables is a female dog with a male dog on top of them, breeding them while a vet-tech supervises and makes sure each dog is safe and the breeding is effective. Most of the dogs didn't have their restraints activated, but some dogs were very aggressive and had to be restrained to ensure a successful breeding process.
Even more horrifying, some of the dogs that were restrained due to their aggression were being artificially inseminated by the techs using a long, narrow rubber syringe.
Dot was horrified at what she was witnessing, but she was even more terrified due to the fact she was about to be strapped and bred on one of these tables. She knew that it was now or never. Embarrassment be damned!
With as much strength as Dot could must, she leaped in the opposite direction of where the goons were dragging her, expecting her collar to snap and to be set free. However, that wasn't the case. The collar remained in tact. In fact, she fell onto her back due to the restraint from the collar. Dot clawed and pushed against the collar, but it simply wasn't coming lose.
"Woah girl! Stop fighting! We ain't tryna hurt you!" One of the goons shouted as Dot pulled against her leash.
A tear leaked from Dot's eye as hope of escape started to fade. She started to envision herself restrained to that cold metal table, completely at the mercy of her breeder as they attempt to get her pregnant. She would undergo so much trauma before the techs would finally remove her muzzle. It made Dot feel sick. She wished more than anything that she would've just cut deeper into the leather cord connecting her wire collar.
"No... I can do this..." Dot thought to herself as a 2nd wave of adrenaline coursed through her veins.
She pulled and pulled, screaming under her muzzle as she exerted every molecule of muscle tissue in her body. She thrashed and fought against the leash when suddenly, with a loud, satisfying snap, the leather cord connecting the wire collar snaped in two. Dot flew forward as the Goon holding her leash fell back, sending them both falling to the floor.
"Are you okay?!" Shouted the standing Goon.
"Don't just stand there! Catch her!" The other Goon yelled, wounded from the fall.
Dot felt her fight or flight response kick in, and she damn sure wasn't going to stick around and fight. She stood to her feet and bolted out the door so quick that the goon could barely even see her.
Dot didn't stop running. She was done playing games. She had to get home, now, under any means necessary. She ran down an alley, hoping to find a place to lose the goon and wiggle her way out of the muzzle still strapped to her face.
"Where are you, pretty girl?"
Dot froze as she heard the goons voice call for her. In an act of desperation, she picked up a pile of loose newspapers and tied them around her waist in one final attempt to remain covered before sprinting down the busy street. Once her makeshift skirt was tied, she booked in, hoping the goon wouldn't follow suit.
Dot took a deep breath before making her sprint into the crowded public space, praying to whatever god was out there that the newspaper wrapped around her would maintain it's hold. Naturally, her face once again turned red as heaps of people stared at her as she ran towards the studio lot. Whether they were laughing at her newspaper dress or the muzzle that she was trying to wiggle off, Dot didn't know.
"STOP THAT DOG!"
Dot balled her fist and continued her sprint as the Good appeared in the crowed behind her, sprinting towards her. She ran and ran and ran, but the man simply had longer legs and was gaining ground. In a moment of pure adrenaline, Dot punched the underside of her muzzle, cracking it and sending it flying off her face.
"I'M NOT A FREAKING DOG YOU LUNATIC!" Dot screamed.
The goon stood frozen in his tracks, his eyes wide and his mouth dropped open with awe. He pulled out his phone and immediately dialed the number of the Executive.
"Uhh, sir, you may want to contact your lawyers..."
Dot laughed frantically as she continued sprinting towards the studio. Finally, just in the distance, the tower was in sight. Her home and an end to this horrible day she was having.
As Dot continued her run home, her newspaper dress slowly started to fall apart. Parts on the back ripped, exposing her bare bum and thighs. As more of her outfit ripped, more onlookers stared and pointed, some even whistling and making crude remarks at her.
"C'mon! I'm so close! Just hold together a little longer!"
More and more of Dot's body became exposed as she got closer to the tower. By the time she made it to the gates of the WB studio, only two pages of the newspaper clung to her body, hiding her most intimate areas just barely.
Dot ignored all the dirty looks she received from various staff at the WB studio. She would have time to make up a story later. All she cared about in this moment was getting home, taking a bath, and going to bed. She deserved it after what she had been through.
"There it is!" Dot shouted as the ladder to the tower came into sight. She sprinted towards it and nearly leaped onto the bars.
As she made her ascent up the ladder, the final pieces of her newspaper dress tore off, leaving Dot completely in the nude. She didn't care though. She was a mere few seconds away from privacy - if anyone catches a glimpse of her at this point, so be it.
As Dot pulled herself up over the final prong of the ladder and onto the balcony, she couldn't help but jump up and down with happiness. Finally, after all this, she made it home with - almost - nobody seeing her naked.
"HAHAHA! I DID IT! Dot Warner went all around town in the nude, and not a single person saw me!" Dot's shouted, feeling a sense of accomplishment.
With her head held high and her ego lifted, she swung open the door to the tower and walked inside.
"Huh, it's dark. The boy's must've already gone to bed..." Dot thought to herself as she reached for the light switch.
Suddenly, the lights switched on.
"SURPRISE!"
Dot's body froze as the voices of several people - including her brothers - filled the tower. Without any chance to hide herself, Dot stood exposed in front of her brothers and a bunch of people they invited over for a party.
"Uhh, sis? I think I'm a little more surprised than you are right now..." Yakko said as he covered his eyes.
Dot's face turned a bright shade of red as humiliation set in.
"I thought girls were supposed to wear pants?" Wakko said innocently.
Dot felt anger and shame build up inside her as the other guests stared at her awkwardly, some smiling and laughing while others tried not to look.
"Why... are you... throwing... a... SURPRISE PARTY?!" Dot screamed.
"Ehhhhhh, well, it was supposed to be for Bugs, but he couldn't make it, so we decided to surprise you since you were the last guest to arrive!" Yakko's face was bright and cheerful, but his expression turned into a fearful frown when he saw how angry Dot appeared.
"Get me my skirt. NOW!" Dot shouted, stiff and ridged with anger.
Yakko did as he was told immediately. When he returned, he gave Dot a spare skirt which she quicky climbed into. Still red with embarrassment, she turned to Yakko and Wakko who were both cowering behind a chair.
"You have no idea what kind of day I'm having. You couldn't even comprehend it!" Dot's voice was shaky, nearly on the verge of tears. "I worked so hard to keep myself from being humiliated, yet when I think I'm finally safe at home, you two are throwing a surprise party?!"
"I mean, uhhh... we didn't think you'd be naked." Yakko responded with a hint of sarcasm.
"And do you know WHY I was naked!?"
"Ehhh... cool breeze?" Yakko's attempted to joke.
"NO!" Dot screamed. "It's because my clothes got stuck on the fence YOU told me to jump over!" Dot's angrily shouted at her older bro, completely ignoring the crowd of people that are watching.
"Well, uhh, I mean..." Yakko felt himself at a loss for words.
"Who cares?" One of the party goers interjected. "You got a wicked sexy body, Dot..."
Dot's entire body seemed to turn red as she turned towards the crowd of people.
"OUT! ALL OF YOU! NOW!"
The crowd murmured and complained as Dot held the door open for them, forcing them all to abandon the party early. Once the crowd left, Dot once again face her brothers who were both holding each other in fear.
"I am going to take a bath, and go home. NEITHER of you are to speak to me until I say you can. If you do, I will inflict pain beyond comprehension upon you both!"
Yakko and Wakko dared not to speak back. Both boys nodded and kept their eyes locked on Dot until she walked into the bathroom and locked the door. The faint sound of running bath water indicated to the boys that it was safe to finally move and speak again.
"Sheesh, she seems really angry!" Wakko exclaimed.
"Yeah, but you know how girls are. She'll be fine once she takes a nap and watches nineteen seasons of Grey's Anatomy."
Meanwhile, in the bath, Dot lowered herself into the hot water and attempted to relax. She asked herself why she had such bad luck, but no reasonable answer came to mind. All she knew is that she is never following one of Yakko's stupid plans ever again, and she's thankful that it's finally over, even if she did end up being humiliated.
"It's over..." Dot sighed. "It's over."