Rating: M for occasional language and non-con situations. Also see other warnings.

Disclaimer: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and all related characters belong to Nickelodeon.

Summary: Bradford has always blamed Michelangelo for his misfortunes and especially for his mutation so when he manages to capture the young ninja, he's going to make sure he knows exactly what it's like. 2k12 AU.

Warning: Warnings for physical and mental torture in this story abound, as well as for implied and highly disturbing situations. Trigger warnings may apply for some chapters. There will not, however, be gruesome details. Some things are best left up to the imagination.

A/N: Trigger warning for this chapter. There's nothing too detailed but it's there and upon reflection, I decided to up the rating because of this chapter.

Also, several of you have asked for me to show his family coming for him and I'm sorry but since this story is from Mikey's PoV until it absolutely can't be (and it's already written), I won't be showing from theirs. Still, it won't be too much longer until we see them.

And good news for anyone following 'AOtGO'. I've finally finished and typed up the next chapter. I'll post it sometime in the next few weeks, once I'm happy with the editing because it definitely needs much touching up XD

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How Much is that Turtle in the Window

ch 9

The next morning, Bradford turned up with his first meal in two days, glancing at him in disappointment before leaving him to eat in peace after giving finally his permission. Afterwards, Mikey slipped outside to relieve himself, hiding from view as best he could and then laying down on the grass to bask in the dappled sunlight shining through the trees. Occasionally, random ninja would wander past, mocking him for finally proving he was the 'animal' he was made out to be and Mikey did his utmost to ignore them. Not long later, Hakuba turned up, commanding him to come. Sighing in resignation, Mikey reluctantly pushed himself up, wincing at the persistent headache he'd had ever since Mai drew fluid from his spine and walked into the kennel as fast as his still healing hands and the metal paws allowed, too ashamed over yesterday's 'display' and its consequences to meet the dog trainer's eye.

[Sit, Spot!] the man commanded, accompanying his verbal command with a series of clicks from a handheld clicker.

Mikey quickly did as he was told and sat as patiently as he could, staring vacantly at the door as Hakuba fixed first the muzzle in place and then the collar with the inner spikes. Oh, how he hated that thing! It hurt so much whenever he didn't move fast enough, causing it to jab painfully into his neck. It occasionally drew blood when it dug in hard enough but Mai never complained about its use seeing as Hakuba would treat and bandage any cuts incurred when returning him to his kennel after training.

Suddenly, Mikey heard a fast double click, the new command for 'heel' that the man had started drilling into him two days ago. As Hakuba began to walk and Mikey quickly stood on all fours to trot after him, he noticed an uncomfortable, tight feeling building in his nether regions again. His eyes widened in terror, remembering this was how it began yesterday while he was helpless on his shell on that cold, metal table surrounded by crazy paedophiles. 'No! Not again!' Mikey wailed internally, squeezing his eyes closed at the memory of the hands on him, working him until he thought he'd go crazy with fear, shame and hatred, all so Mai could get her 'precious sample' and take a good look afterwards.

How could this be happening again? He thought it was finally over! The drug had finally worn off a couple of hours after sundown the previous night, allowing him to get more comfortable and tuck his manhood away at last! He stopped walking, trembling in the doorway as his breathing began to quicken in line with his renewed panic. He couldn't go out there! He couldn't be seen by his captors again! Not with that about to happen to him yet again!

Hakuba clicked the device twice again but Mikey refused to move. [Heel!] The man demanded harshly but the tight feeling within his protective pouch continued to grow and Mikey gasped as his penis began to force its way free of its confines, even while he tried desperately to fight against it. He hunkered down desperately as Hakuba pulled hard on the lead, digging the points of the prong collar painfully into his neck. Mikey stared up plaintively at Hakuba, begging him with his eyes to let him stay just this once and the man simply looked at what he was trying to hide and grunted.

[You are nothing more than a useless, good for nothing dog. Property of the Foot. You will heel or you will face punishment far worse than merely having Viagra mixed into your food.]

'Mixed into my...? Are you serious, dude? Why?' Mikey stared, his face betraying the fact that he understood every single word.

Hakuba grunted again in displeasure, though no surprise. [So, you have been merely pretending not to understand all this time,] he stated. [That makes sense, considering your previous owner was the heir to our rival clan. I will have to spread the word for everyone to limit the amount they speak in front of you beyond the simple commands you are trained to obey. No matter how long it takes, you will learn your place, dog!]

Mikey stared up at the man, quivering in horror at the thought of no one speaking to him at all ever! He was a social turtle who thrived on attention and contact, needing others to acknowledge him for his own sanity, even in this awful place! Even the constant jeers and taunts of the enemy were better than being shunned as if he were a simple animal that couldn't understand so what point was there in talking to it. His face crumpled in terror of being otherwise completely ignored.

[Heel!] The cruel animal trainer repeated harshly as Mikey still stood there shaking. When he still wouldn't move, the man pulled out his ever-present strap, whipping it hard across the back of Mikey's legs above where the tops of the braces sat.

Mikey sucked in a breath at the sudden pain but he'd grown up with randori as punishment whenever he misbehaved and this was nothing compared to that. Still, where Master Splinter always stopped with one hit in a place it would never do any serious damage, he knew he couldn't count on that with this psycho, so swallowing his pride, he stood straighter on all fours, wincing as his engorged penis fell completely free of its confines and mortified, followed the man to the training grounds where his session attracted a larger jeering crowd than usual.

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[Just why is the subject sporting an erection?] Mai demanded of Bradford five long, torturous days later.

[Viagra,] Dogpound replied, amusement darkening his voice.

Mikey shuddered in misery. Every day. Every damn day, Bradford had force-fed the drug to him in his food and every day he'd been paraded around in front of the rank and file or forced to train in an engorged state and there'd been no relief. Even while watching the other dogs training, he'd been instructed to stand straight and shocked or painfully grabbed and twisted if he tried to hide it or sit down.

The first day, the drug had worn off by midday so the next, Dogpound simply upped the dose and it had lasted well into the evening, leaving Mikey unable to rest or sleep or even pee until his erection at long last receded. The first time he'd woken with morning wood upon hitting puberty, he remembered panicking and running to Donnie in distress when he couldn't go and Donnie had explained how it was a common problem for human males. There were solutions for humans to deal with it, his brother had discovered upon research, but it was harder for them as their plastrons were in the way, preventing them from pressing against and putting pressure on their bladders. Now, however, things were far worse than back then as the erection lasted far too long and he couldn't do a thing about it. As a result, Mikey had often shivered and shuddered with need for hours and since then had made sure to go immediately after breakfast, knowing what was to come throughout the day.

The worst thing though, he discovered to his perpetual horror and shame, was the late-night visits that started from curious onlookers who wanted to take advantage of his state and helplessness. He shuddered again in misery, shoving the thought from his mind as harshly as he could.

Mai whirled around and stormed to her drug cabinet, pulling the door open a little too hard to inspect its contents. [You raided my supply?]

[Don't you think the mongrel looks more the part by swinging in the breeze like any other male dog?] Bradford laughed raucously.

Mai actually growled as she all but charged over to the tall dog mutant, jamming her finger in his bare, hairy chest. [How dare you help yourself to the drugs in my surgery! Didn't you learn anything after Hakuba gave Spot that painkiller? You do not give it anything without my express approval first! Anything!]

[What's the big deal? It's not like a little bit of Viagra is dangerous!]

[It does have its side-effects and this isn't normal, fully-tested Viagra. This is something based on it but designed specifically for Spot's biochemistry. I cannot be sure of the effects of long term use,] the vet explained angrily and Mikey shuddered again at the possible ramifications. [That's not even taking into consideration the fact I needed the subject to be drug-free for what I had planned for today's session! You've ruined my plans, Chris!]

Mikey's eyes flickered to try to see Dogpound from where he laid, tightly strapped to the table but the dog mutant was out of his visual range.

[What were you going to do?] Dogpound asked seconds later, sounding ever-so-slightly chagrined at being chastised so.

[R&D have a new psychotropic drug that is about ready for human testing and they asked me to test it first. Spot should be the perfect candidate considering he thinks like a human and shares some of their DNA.]

Mikey wilted in relief at having dodged a bullet. He never thought he'd have actually been grateful to be drugged up by Dogpound like this.

[Good thing the subject's already lined up for another session with me," Mai groused in annoyance. "Unfortunately though, it means I will have to delay my plans for a few days and do something else today. Something I hadn't prepared for.]

The chill raced through Mikey anew and he wriggled frantically on the table, hoping to somehow find a way to break free of the straps securing him tightly to it.

[Someone cover up the subject's erection. It's distracting!] Mai demanded, from wherever she was over his shoulder.

One ninja moved quickly away, while the other moved closer, his build reminding Mikey of the creepy Three-Five-Eight and he whimpered silently.

[That looks painful,] the ninja purred silkily, reaching out to touch him. [Would you like me to do something about it?]

'Get off of me!' Mikey begged desperately, trying to wriggle away once more. Unfortunately, his erection wobbling in place only seemed to encourage the sick bastard.

[You know you aren't to talk to it!] Mai snapped, turning on and taking her anger out on her assistant. [After we are done here today, you will report to your team leader for disciplinary action!]

[Hai, Mai-sama,] the ninja replied, snapping to attention as the other ninja returned with a towel which he quickly draped across the lower part of Mikey's body.

[You know, it would be extremely cruel to just leave Spot in that state unaided,] Dogpound chuckled thoughtfully. [I say go ahead and help him.]

'No! Don't encourage the creep, Dogpound!' Mikey screamed internally as the Foot Soldier stepped forward once more, lifting the towel and sliding his hand underneath to come into contact with him. He shuddered in terror at the unwelcome touch, tears prickling the corners of his eyes.

[Since when do you care about helping Spot?] Mai asked flatly in disbelief, staring at Bradford.

"Oh but Spot wants it so bad. Look at his face, begging for relief," Bradford mocked with a sneer. Then ignoring the look on Mai's face, instead asked, [Will the drug you plan to test on Spot cause him harm?]

[No. In fact, if it works as promised, it should even help Spot to adjust to his new life better,] she replied and struggling to focus over the paedo's ministrations, Mikey strained to hear what she planned to do to him but it was so hard to concentrate as the ninja worked him. He gasped for breath, his sight and mind swimming and reeling in the combination of relief and humiliation, pleasure and self-hatred that threatened to overwhelm and swallow him whole.

[What do you mean?] Bradford frowned.

[While the drug does not control minds, it is designed to numb the mind, making the subject more pliable, susceptible to suggestion," Mai explained. "With repeated use, you could probably convince Spot to both think and act like an actual, a real dog in a matter of days instead of months or more.]

[Forget it! I don't want you using that on him!] Bradford snapped adamantly.

[Really? I thought you'd be all for it,] Mai exclaimed in surprise.

[I want to break the damn mongrel piece by piece not let him take the easy route. Where would the satisfaction be in that?] Bradford growled angrily. [Besides, he owes me for everything he's done to me!]

[I see your point,] Mai replied drily.

Mikey sobbed in disgust, his vision blanking out as relief suddenly filled him and he felt a familiar hot and sticky mess splash all over him.

[I forbid you to use such a drug on Spot,] Bradford commanded, continuing their conversation regardless of Mikey's inability to pay full attention.

[Well, unfortunately, Chris, you don't have a say in whether I test it or not. R&D is relying on me and I will be testing it on him in a few days time,] Mai retorted obstinately. Then she softened in deference, [However, I will only test the minimal amount necessary and won't use it to force him to behave like a real dog. Since you don't want that, though, if you have any ideas for what you want to be suggested to Spot for the testing, feel free to submit them to me before the day. They need to be things that will bring about a noticeable change in behaviour so we can observe the results. Now, I need you to leave so I can get on with my work.]

Then Mikey was aware of hands on him again and he tried to flinch away even as more straps were pulled across him, arms, legs and torso, tightening so much he could barely move even a millimetre. He snapped his eyes open in panic, staring wildly up at Mai who leant over him as her hands lifted his head gently to slide something in around it. He blinked at her, begging her to stop, begging her to tell him what she was doing but as per orders given several days ago by Hakuba, she refused to acknowledge him, instead tightening the helmet-like thing around him and covering his head completely with the exception of his face. White noise immediately filled his hearing, drowning out anything from outside of the helmet and he began to panic even harder.

"Let me out!" he tried to scream but he was unable to open his mouth properly due to the solid piece of plastic clipped tightly under his jaw to the helmet, holding it close to the rest of his head, not that he had a voice any longer anyway, but it didn't stop him from trying repeatedly.

A hand patted his arm reassuringly and his gaze swivelled in place to catch sight of the sicko's hand on him again and freaking, he tried to buck free once more.

Above him, Mai mouthed something soundlessly and the hand immediately withdrew.

Suddenly, the woman's hand came far too close to his right eye for comfort and he tried uselessly to shy away. She pulled back his upper eyelid, clamping it painfully away before doing the same to the lower eyelid. Then, unable to block his vision, he saw something metal, long, slim and slightly curved yet blunt coming at him again, past his eyelids and digging under his eyeball.

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Mikey hiccuped fitfully as two sets of hands lifted his shaky body off the table and back onto the floor. He wobbled unsteadily in place before falling over, unable to support himself as the memory of that psychopathic vet removing his eyeball from his skull to examine it replayed through his mind. She eventually replaced it before taping his eyelids closed and covering them with a bandage. At which point, she'd put some eyedrops into his other eye to dilate the pupil before running some tests on that as well and similarly eventually bandaged that eye over too. Afterwards, she'd taken scale, skin and shell samples and done a few other things he had no idea of since he couldn't see nor hear, only feel. Now that it was over, he still couldn't see but with the helmet off, at last, he could at least hear again. Could hear three Foot surrounding him, one set of light feet moving away before coming back and kneeling in front of him.

[Hold the subject upright and steady,] Mai commanded softly.

Two sets of hands grabbed at him, pulling him back onto his hands, no... paws and knees and held him steadily in place as he felt Mai's soft hands around his neck. He tried desperately to pull away.

[Keep still, Spot,] Mai commanded firmly.

"No, let me go! Don't touch me again!" Mikey cried hysterically, mouth moving soundlessly other than the sound of his ragged breath escaping through it. He could sense her displeasure but he didn't care. He was just done by it all.

Someone grabbed the D-ring on the back of his permanent collar and pulled on it, causing him to gasp and choke as the rough edge dug into his neck, squeezing into his windpipe. Trembling, Mikey immediately obeyed her command of keeping still and he felt something pull around his neck and tighten enough so it was not loose. He shook his head, feeling something smooth and cool hit the sides of his face and wished he could see what it was. Then the lead was reattached to his collar and he was left alone to slump miserably onto the familiar dog bed near the corner, the strange object a barrier between his chin and arm when he laid his head upon it wearily.

Suddenly, the surgery door opened and familiar, taunting laughter filled the air. [Nice! So what's the cone for?] Bradford asked in amusement.

[So Spot doesn't try to scratch his bandages off, of course,] Mai answered curtly.

Mikey lifted his head and glared as best he could in the direction her voice came from; a hard thing to do when your eyes were covered and wrapped in bandages. 'You could just tell me not to take them off! I'm not stupid!' he spat mentally as he clenched his aching fingers as much as he could within their metal prisons. 'Not that I could or would anyway! Not after what you just did!'

Bradford laughed again. [So I can take Spot home now?]

[On three conditions,] Mai replied tiredly.

Mikey pulled in on himself. He didn't want to go anywhere with Dogpound again. Then again, he didn't want to stay in here near her any longer either. There were no good options. Not that he had a choice about any of them anyway.

He just wanted to go home and be free from all of this... but that wasn't ever going to happen now.

[What?] Bradford grunted.

[No more Viagra or any other medications without consulting me first. Ever!]

[Fine...] Dogpound groaned in dismay. [Next?]

[Neither you nor Hakuba is to remove Spot from his kennel until after my next session with him.]

Mikey would have blinked in confusion if his eyelids hadn't been taped closed and bandaged over.

Dogpound grumbled.

[His bandages need to stay on to give his eyes time to recover from today and he needs to be kept quiet and calm while doing so.]

[Fine! Hakuba won't be happy though. He says the training needs constant reinforcing, especially at these early stages of it considering how stupid the mongrel is.]

[Too bad!] Mai retorted snippishly. [I have to look after my patient's best interests and training and running around in the next few days are not those.]

[What's the third condition?] Dogpound asked wearily a moment later.

[Give him a damn bath! He stinks and it looks like he's beginning to get shell rot!] Mai snapped angrily. [When was the last time you bathed him?]

[I haven't,] Dogpound growled and Mikey cowered at the menacing sound. [That's something you'll have to take up with Hakuba.]

There was silence for a moment and then, [Hakuba doesn't have time to bath your dog!] Mai exclaimed in astonishment. [He has other animals to train and he's been neglecting them to work so heavily with Spot!]

'Oh, in that case, tell him not to bother with me at all, then!' Mikey thought desperately. 'I really don't mind being the one that's neglected!'

[You really expect me to bath this disgusting mongrel?] Bradford asked, the astonishment clear in his voice.

[Of course! As you've already stated, repeatedly, he's in your care. If you don't want to do it, then arrange for a lackey to do it but make sure it gets done. Regularly! He's covered in filth and it is going to make him sick!]

'Not my fault!' Mikey protested desperately to himself. 'They're the ones who keep dragging me through it. He's the one who had my hands sealed in these giant metal paws! And he's the one who keeps feeding me that stuff and then...' he swallowed, not wanting to complete the debilitating thought. At least he'd be safe from that happening again after this dose finally wore off thanks to that woman banning further doses.

Oh god, but he hoped... He wouldn't put it past Dogpound to do it anyway if the mood hit him.

Suddenly, he felt the collar tug slightly as the lead shifted and he tried to look around wildly, wishing he knew where that monster was in relation to him.

[Heel, Spot!] Bradford growled and Mikey baulked in panic.

He couldn't see him! Couldn't see anything so how was he supposed to know where to walk?

The lead was suddenly pulled up short and Mikey stumbled to his paws and knees in a frantic effort to avoid being choked again.

[Just carry him back to the kennel, Chris,] Mai chastised. [You're more than strong enough.]

Bradford sighed in disgust and picked Mikey up, who struggled desperately in the giant mutant's grasp. [Keep still, mongrel. I don't want that disgusting boner of yours touching me.]

'You think I want it either?' Mikey huffed in distress as the monster left the surgery and stormed through the building. Once they were outside, Mikey felt himself fall as Bradford finally dropped him. He crashed to the ground, unable to support himself as twin jolts of agony ripped through his hands and up his arms and he gasped for breath as he laid there, trying to ride out the pain.

"Get up!" Bradford snarled. "You can either walk back or be dragged back! Stupid mutt!"

Shakily, Mikey pushed himself back up again and feeling the lead pulled in short, kept close to Dogpound as he struggled to keep up, stumbling multiple times as the monster went too fast over terrain he just couldn't see.

Finally, he heard a door open and he was led inside of his kennel. As usual, like the last few days, it was far too warm inside, having held the heat of the day but at least he was out of sight of prying eyes. Trembling in fear, he waited for Dogpound to remove the lead.

"Get to your bed and stay there!" Bradford snapped as soon as Mikey was released and cringing, Mikey turned and tried to feel his way toward the mat - a difficult, though not impossible task given the metal encasing his hands - crying out silently as he accidentally walked into a wall instead with the edge of the cone surrounding his head, pushing it painfully back into his throat and making him stumble.

Burning in embarrassment at the sound of his tormentor's laughter, Mikey shifted around, touching his right shoulder against the wall and carefully feeling his way along it. He soon came to a corner, the cone hit the wall again though this time not as hard, and he turned to follow it. Finally, he came across the saloon doors and used them as a guide for where to turn to find the middle of the room where his mat was. Then, when fully on it, he let himself collapse tiredly upon it, curling into himself and grateful when the laughing monster left, locking the door behind him.

He would have much rather left the hot kennel and gone outside into the shade or even taken the chance to have a drink but he was too afraid to move. Before moving onto being trained to respond to clicked commands, Hakuba had trained him to go to a specific spot, like his bed for example and stay there until given permission to move. If he moved before given it, he was punished with a beating or the shock collar and right now, he couldn't take that. He really couldn't take anything more. Especially since he knew there was a camera in here allowing them to watch him at all times. More than once, as soon as he stepped off the mat when commanded to stay, the collar had been remotely activated, shocking him long after he'd already collapsed.

'Leo...' he called silently, plaintively, 'Donnie... Raph... Daddy...'

He curled in on himself tighter. All he wanted was to see them again so badly but it was far too late. They hadn't come for him and he'd been whisked away out of New York and halfway across the planet. Even if they had a way to know where he was being kept, they had no way to get here and no way to leave America. If he wanted out of this place, he was going to have to find a way on his own but he was so tired. Everything had been taken from him piece by piece. His freedom, his legs, hands, voice and now his sight and if Mai tested that drug on him like she wanted to, he might not even have his mind or free will for much longer.

And even if he didn't lose it due to drugs - Mikey began to tremble harder as he tried to stifle the tears - he'd lose it anyway thanks to how everyone treated him like a mindless animal incapable of even understanding human language...

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Mikey didn't know how long he dozed fitfully for, between the ache in his groin, the heat and the desperate need to empty his bladder, but the sound of the bolt sliding on the other side of the door to his kennel caught his attention, making him sit up quickly in fear for whoever came for him.

He wrinkled his beak as they silently entered, trying to catch the scent of the person. There was no smell of wet dog so it wasn't Bradford at least, he decided, not sure if he should be relieved or not, then again, Hakuba may not have been much better either. That human was the reason things had become so much worse for him, though at least unlike Dogpound, he wasn't as cruel for no reason.

[Heel, Spot,] a voice called, sending a shiver of terror down Mikey's spine and his breath hitched painfully in his chest.

It was worse than either of them! Three-Five-Eight!

[I said, heel!] the man repeated, his tone hardening dangerously in warning.

Shaking with fear and not a little anger over how this pedo had been treating him, Mikey reluctantly made his way slowly over, stepping carefully, unsure where the walls were or even the ninja himself.

[Good boy, Spot!] Three laughed softly, his tone easing with Mikey's obedience. [Would you like a bath?] he asked, slapping his thighs and acting excited as if speaking to a small puppy.

Mikey shuddered again. He did! He needed one so badly to get the crust, mud and other gunk off of him but he didn't want it at the hands of this monster.

[Aww, you don't like baths?] Three cooed sweetly. [A lot of doggies don't but some love them! Just give it a chance, I'm sure you'll learn to love them too and I'm going to be bathing you every week from now on. We'll have such fun together!]

Mikey hung his head, disheartened. Dogpound... this was just another way for the former martial arts idol to torment him, knowing full well how he felt about Three-Five-Eight touching him.

He felt the lead clipped back onto his collar and was led out through the saloon doors and into his run. The ninja at least was gentle with him, leading the way carefully down the ramp and across the scratchy grass. Mikey gratefully breathed in the fresh, cooler air in relief and tried to ignore the fact that he knew who had control of him. Finally, standing in the dappled light of the late afternoon sun, they stopped at the other end of his run. Mikey heard the lead clipped to the fence of the enclosure, preventing him from trying to get away and the next thing he knew, the man walked away. All too soon though, he came back with what Mikey guessed was a bucket, full of sloshing, soapy water by the sound of it.

The ninja removed his leg braces, putting them aside and Mikey relished in the partial freedom, taking the chance to stretch his legs out slowly, one at a time. It was too bad he couldn't have stood but the massive weights on his hands did their job well by preventing that. That and he didn't want to be shocked for even trying, especially with soapy water being dribbled over him before being vigorously scrubbed down.

[Do you like that, boy? Huh? Do you like that?] the faceless ninja asked and Mikey drew in on himself slightly, baring his teeth as the only way he could answer. The man laughed, knowing Mikey was no threat right now and moved around him to work on the other side of his body.

Suddenly, Mikey stiffened as Three-Five-Eight's hand shifted underneath him to wrap around his unrelenting erection. Desperately, he tried to pull away but the grip tightened, squeezing and hurting him.

[Shh, shh! It's okay. That magnificent organ needs to be washed too, Spot,] the ninja cooed soothingly.

'Not by you!' Mikey cried desperately to himself. 'I'll do it myself!' Then he froze. He couldn't do it himself... he had no hands any more. He was completely at this weirdo's mercy and it was all he could do not to sob at the realisation.

Before too much longer, it was finally over and a towel draped over him. [You know, Spot, you're lucky you don't have fur,] The ninja laughed as he dried Mikey vigorously before leading him back inside and to his water bowl where Mikey gratefully drank from, even with the difficulties of dealing with the cone on his head and being unable to see.

As he drank, the ninja left his kennel and relieved, Mikey relaxed and continued drinking. Finally, satisfied, Mikey began blindly working his way back to the doors, intending to go back out into the sun or perhaps the shade of one of the trees that overhung his run when he heard the bolt slide. He whipped his head around towards the sound.

[You feel better, now, Spot? Huh? All nice and clean?]

Mikey lowered himself to the ground, not wanting to deal with this guy again so soon and tried searching again for the saloon doors to get out.

[You've been such a good boy, Spot. I've got a nice, juicy boner for you!]

Oh no! No way in hell! Mikey shook his head vigorously as he frantically backed up, only to find the door wouldn't budge. Wondering why, he whipped his head blindly around again, when he suddenly remembered those doors had a bolt up the top too and that it must have been that bolt that he'd heard close, not the one on the outside of the main kennel door like he'd originally thought. His blood ran cold as he heard the sound of clothing being shed and tossed aside.

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