I do not own Blue's Clues.
Several weeks. That's how long it took for Magenta to catch on. Something was wrong, something had to be wrong. She hadn't heard from Blue since before Steve's accident. In fact, she hadn't heard from very much of anyone. Periwinkle and her had been pretty good friends, but he wouldn't answer her calls or return her letters. There was only one thing to do. She would have to visit.
Magenta pulled her, what else, magenta colored doggie jacket a little tighter around her chest. In her paw she was carrying a plate of cupcakes with light pink frosting, dark pink sprinkles adoring them. Had she known what was awaiting her behind the deep purple door of Blue's house, she would of turned away and bolted for it. Not having the foresight, she pushed open the door with her free paw.
The plate shattered loudly on the ground, the soft squishing sound of the cupcakes being squashed, Magenta's blood-curling scream. Blue looked up just in time to lock eyes with Magenta before Periwinkle came. Blue had mounted him, sodomizing him from behind with a candlestick when Magenta walked in. Thick ropes of his sperm shot out, getting in Magenta's fur.
This was not good. Magenta couldn't know, she was too emotional, too unpredictable. Red glared at her, hatred etched into every line of her face. Magenta's chest heaved, catching her breath as she revved up for another scream. Her eyes were watery and wide, her face twisted into shock and confusion. There was a metallic thud, and she took a step forward, blood spewing from her mouth. She fell on the floor, unconscious.
Mailbox hung in the doorway, staring in horror at what he had done. There was a splattering of Magenta's blood on the side of his front, leaking out of the mail slot. Red smiled sweetly at him, and he visibly shuddered.
"Good shot," Red said, shoving Periwinkle to the ground and dropping the bloody candle. Mailbox averted his gaze, trying not to look at the sobbing Periwinkle laying limply. It was a sight physically painful to watch. Mailbox eyed Magenta's unconscious form warily.
"What are we going to do with her?" He asked, trying to keep his voice from quivering at the thought. Red glared at Magenta's body.
"Get out of here," and Mailbox did without a second thought. In actuality Red had absolutely no idea what to do now. Let her go! A voice in the back of Red's mind said urgently. She wont do anything, she can keep a secret. She's not a threat to you! Red grit her teeth. "WHY WONT YOU SHUT UP?" She screeched, and Periwinkle whimpered. Red kicked him in the ribs just for being a pussy.
"You there," she yelled at Periwinkle. Taking cue he sat up, his fur wet and clumped together with tears.
"Y-yes?" He asked in a broken voice. It was so familiar to Red. Hearing it felt good.
"Take Miss Pink over here," Blue jutted her head towards Magenta's passed out form. "Lock her in the basement." Periwinkle started to shudder, but he knew better. You didn't disagree with Red. You didn't talk back to Red. You did what Red wanted, when she wanted it. She didn't like to wait.
Without further ado he stood, ignoring the searing pain of his hole. It throbbed, and he was pretty sure he could feel the blood leaking from it running down his legs. On shaking paws he carried himself to Magenta, and took her pink collar in his mouth, dragging her towards the basement.
There was a slicing sound as the glass from the plates cut into Magenta's flesh, but Periwinkle's mind was in a different place. A defense mechanism he had clung to, to stay sane with Red. He kicked open the basement door from behind with his back paw, and carefully dragged Magenta down. He was still person enough to not just throw her down the steps. He had morals.
He laid her body gently on a pile of dirty blankets, trying to make her as comfortable as possible in the dank, musty basement. He had to leave, the smell of mold always made him sick. He didn't want for Magenta to have to deal with his vomit in her fur as well.
Magenta was having the most horrible dream when she woke up. As her senses came together, she noticed her stomach burned. Not burned, seared. Just what happened? She opened her eyes, and it took a second for them to adjust to the dark room. She saw Blue, oh god, Blue. What had she seen? It had to be a dream.
"Blue, oh god, please, I," Magenta began, trying to sit up. But she couldn't. Her wrists, they were stuck on, stuck on something. Then she saw the gleam of light reflected on the metal chain. She was cuffed. Cuffed and chained to the wall. What was going on here? The pain in her stomach was too intense to be a dream. She continued rambling, utterly terrified.
"Quiet." Blue's voice rang out in the cold, quiet basement. Magenta whimpered slightly but otherwise completely silenced herself. "You've seen too much," Blue said casually, her voice so icy it gave Magenta chills down her spine.
"No, no, I didn't! I didn't see anything, please!" Magenta whispered desperately. Her heart thudded an uneven rhythm against her chest. She felt like it was going to explode. Blue snarled at her.
"Liar!" Blue yelled, taking a step closer. Magenta whimpered, scooting her body closer to the damp wall. Then she came to a sudden realization.
"You're not Blue," Magenta whispered through clenched teeth. Whoever it was looming over her smiled.
"You're right. Call me Red," Red said. Magenta pushed her body so hard against the wall it hurt.
"What are you going to do with me?" Magenta asked slowly, still unsure of Red's motives. "And where's Blue?"
"Blue is... Somewhere close by," Red said after a moment a thought. "I'm still unsure of what to do with you. I have a few ideas." It was true, Red still hadn't thought of just how to handle this. Periwinkle was probably one of her best options. After all the abuse he had withstood, he probably couldn't wait to take it all out on somehow, just how Red did to him. He was probably white-hot under that little boy surface. Red smiled. A loose cannon. He would probably kill Magenta before he even knew what happened.
"PERIWINKLE," Red screeched, and Magenta felt her heart stop. Red couldn't involve him with this, not after all he had been though. There was a light padding as Periwinkle made his way down the steps, tail between his legs, eyes downcast. "I'll leave this to you," Red purred, turning and walking up the steps. Her cackling laughter was heard until the door shut, cutting off all sound.
With that, Magenta was alone with him. With the dog she had known her whole life. He was staring at her, his expression unreadable. She squirmed under his gaze, the chains clinking together. Why was he looking at her like that? What was his problem?
"Periwinkle, please," Magenta mumbled, staring into his deadened eyes. There was a small flash of light in the eyes. "Please," she mumbled again. She closed her eyes tight, and felt like her heart stopped. His hand, his hand was on her cheek. Slowly rubbing the fur back, grooming it.
"I'm not going to let her hurt you," he whispered. Her inhaled quickly from her nose, and wrapped her arms around his back. He was still him, the dog she had always known. She pulled him closer, but his body remained rigid, unused to the affectionate touch.
"What has she done to you?" Magenta whispered in his ear. The wetness on her shoulder told her he was crying. She pulled him closer still, forcing him to lay on top of her. He was so cold. Grinding her hips up, she heard him gasp. "I always loved you, you know," she began, grinding up again. She could feel his budding hardness against her. "I'm just sorry that she had to be your first. Periwinkle, will you let me?" She set a steady rhythm of grinding, and his fingernails dug into her back. It didn't take long for him to start grinding back.
"I want it," Periwinkle admitted, because really. He did. Magenta slipped off her jacket, leaving her totally nude. Periwinkle already was, and was at full hardness. Because they're dogs, they obviously don't wear clothes. Duh.
Periwinkle lined himself up with her virgin hole, tapping it with his tip. This wasn't sex as he was used to, there was something so intimate and romantic about it here in the basement, versus him just taking whatever Red gave him. He wasn't sure if he could get used to it, there was no pain involved. He had to stop himself from just ramming into her, as that was all he knew. He didn't want anyone to hurt Magenta, especially not himself.
"Please," Magenta moaned in his ear. He quickly ran a hand down her eight nipples as he gently thrust in. She shuddered at the sensation, distracting her from her vaginal pain. He waited for her to get used to the feeling of fullness. "Move, please," she mumbled in his ear. He slowly started thrusting in and out of her, savoring the feeling of her hole and insides rubbing his hardness, confining it.
It was hard to get used to the lack of pain, but eventually he could get into it. He thrust, and she ground back her hips to meet his. Their moans filled the air, their breath mingled. There were no kisses, which Magenta hated. She wouldn't press the issue, not when she was so close to her release. Periwinkle relentlessly pounded into her, all thoughts of her comfort gone. But, judging by the sounds she was admitting there was no problem with the roughness on her side.
There was a tight coiling in his belly, and he rammed into her two, three, four more times until he was cumming inside her. She followed almost immediately after, biting into his shoulder to silence a shout. He pulled his sensitized cock out of her, and saw his sperm ooze from her hole. He moved to sit beside her, leaning against the wall, their breathing still heavy.
"What are we going to do now," Magenta finally asked. Periwinkle turned to look her in the eyes.
"I'm getting you out of here. There's keys down here somewhere, I'll unshackle you and you need to bolt for the door. Red probably wont be back down here for a few more hours otherwise. But please, just leave and go far, far away. Don't come back, don't do anything. Red's crazy, you don't know what she's capable of." The words broke Magenta's heart, but she didn't argue. She knew it was pointless, he wouldn't budge.
And that's how I got here now, staring at the police station down the snowy road. I breathed in deeply, the fresh cuts in my stomach burning, a dull throb in my vagina, everything hurt. But this was it. I took the first step towards the police station, holding back tears. It was all over now.