Dismal staggered awkwardly down the hall, his lower regions throbbing and burning in pain. He could hardly walk.

"Ooowwww," he moaned, eventually falling to his hands and knees. He suddenly felt an unpleasant, wet sensation, and realized that his opening was bleeding again, heavily this time. The blood was oozing out quite rapidly.

"Oh no...!"

Clamping a hand to his bleeding rear, Dismal struggled to his feet. He knew that he'd have to see Bubonic about the bleeding, as much as it scared him to say it. So he resumed staggering down the hall, finally reaching Bubonic's lab.

"B-Bubonic...?" Dismal called out weakly, knocking on the door. It opened, revealing a neon-green Sonic recolor wearing a lab coat and small glasses.

"Dismal?" he said. "What are you doing here? You're not scheduled for any experimenting right now..."

"It's.....it's a little embarrassing," said Dismal, looking around nervously.

'Well, just get in here," said Bubonic, pulling him inside. Once inside, he was about to usher Dismal over to the nearby steel bench when he caught a whiff of something unpleasant.

"What the...Dismal! You smell [i]awful![/i]"

Dismal's face flushed bright red upon hearing this. Bubonic pushed him over to what looked like a high-tech, glass shower.

"In," he said. Dismal looked at him.

"Wha..."

"[i]IN![/i]"

He rudely shoved Dismal inside the glass shower and shut the door. Dismal staggered to his feet as the high-tech shower whirred into life. He gulped.

"Just let the Robo-Shower do its job, and it'll be much easier for you," Bubonic called from the outside.

"R-Robo Shower?"

He whipped around to see two Robo-Claws coming at him. With a yell, he darted towards the door, and began pounding on it.

"Bubonic!! L-Let me out!!"

"Sorry Dismal."

"Buboooniiiiic!!"

One of the Robo-Claws grabbed Dismal around the waist and pulled him back, just as the shower turned on. He yelped and began struggling. A second Robo-Claw, this one with soft, rubber fingers, began running through his quills, trying to get them sufficiently wet. He whimpered and recoiled from the touch. After being thoroughly doused, a nozzle of sorts squirted a strong-smelling shampoo onto his body. He whined unhappily; it reminded him too much of the disgusting, hot liquid that Tonic shot into his nether-regions.

"Bubonic, let me oooouuuuuut!!" he wailed. Bubonic simply ignored him as the rubber-fingered claw began to lather the shampoo into his thin gray coat. He whimpered again and squeezed his eyes shut, wishing it was nothing more than a bad dream. Dismal was brought back into frightening reality when the rubber-fingered claw began lathering shampoo into the fur on his nether-regions. He could feel his groin growing much hotter than the water.

"B-Bubonic!! I-I-It's [i]t-touching[/i] me!! M-Make it stooooooooop!!" he wailed.

"Of course it's touching you," Bubonic snapped, looking irritated. "How else is it supposed to clean you?"

"I-It's touching me d-down there!!"

"Oh, big deal."

"B-Bubonic...!!"

Eventually the rubber-claw finished with the shampoo and dragged Dismal back under the shower head in order to rinse off the soap. This meant more touching and rubbing. The gray hedgehog struggled in vain, his lower regions growing hotter by the minute. His loins twitched fitfully, begging for relief.

[i]No more...please...!![/i] he begged in his head. [i]Too...hot...!![/i]

Then another nozzle squirted some fur conditioner onto him, and the whole process repeated itself. The gray hedgehog was utterly miserable.

     At last, the shower turned off. Dismal, who had shut his eyes for the remainder of the shower, as if hoping it would make everything better, opened them again. It was over. He let out a long sigh of relief, totally oblivious to the fur dryer-like nozzle sneaking up behind him.

Oblivious, that is, until it blasted a stream of hot air directly onto his back. He leaped straight up into the air with a yell and was immediately caught by a Robo-Claw.

"[i]NOOOOO!! LET ME GOOOO!![/i]"

Dismal's reply was the Robo-Claw holding him prone in midair while the dryer nozzle did its job on his now vulnerable backside. He let out a wail as the burning and twitching in his lower regions increased dramatically. Even worse, now his anal opening was beginning to burn and twitch. The young hedgehog sobbed pitifully.

Why did bad things always happen to him?

     It was finally all over. The shower door opened and Dismal was lightly shoved outside, his fur now clean and dry.

"There," said Bubonic. "That wasn't so bad now, was it?"

Dismal said nothing. His loins and anal opening continued to burn and twitch uncomfortably, and his cheeks were very red.

"Now, you came in here because...?"

The gray hedgehog shifted nervously from foot to foot, hands behind his back like a young child who knows he has done something bad.

"Uhh....i-it's...kinda embarrassing..."

"Dismal, if you don't tell me what it is, it's not going to get any better."

The gray hedgehog gulped, then hesitantly turned around and leaned forward on the steel bench.

"I-It's my...my 'lower regions'..."

Bubonic noticed the fresh blood now seeping past Dismal's anal opening. He grimaced.

"What happened to you, guinea pig?"

"I...I don't want to talk about it," he said. Bubonic pressed a button on the side of the bench, and a pair of Robo-Claws grabbed Dismal and lifted him up onto the bench, forcing him onto his stomach. Steel cuffs sprang over and onto his wrists, waist and ankles. He began to panic. It was the Tonic incident all over again.

"L-Let me go...!!"

"Sorry, but I need you to hold still so I can better inspect your injury," said Bubonic, pulling out a small flashlight and a pair of forceps. Dismal looked behind him, shaking in terror and disbelief.

"Wh-What are you doing with those...?!"

"I just need to look inside," said Bubonic, inserting the forceps into Dismal's opening. He let out a yelp, feeling the sexual heat rising.

"Oh hush. You're not dying."

He opened up the forceps, and turned on the flashlight, pointing it into Dismal's insides. He shook his head.

"I can see a lot of tearing in there," said Bubonic. Dismal whimpered and shivered in pain and humiliation as Bubonic opened the forceps a bit more.

"Tell me what happened."

The young hedgehog gulped.

"I-It was Tonic! He...he..."

"Tonic...I thought so," said Bubonic, turning off the flashlight, but leaving the forceps in.

"Wh-What are you g-going to do...?" Dismal asked, looking scared. Bubonic was looking around inside a cupboard.

"We got to do something about the tearing in your rectum. Wouldn't want it to become infected now, would we?"

"N-No sir..."

"That's a good guinea pig."

Bubonic finally pulled out what looked like a syringe, but, instead of a needle, it had a thick, rounded tube. Inserting the tube tip into a large jar, he filled it with a thick, pale liquid.

"I-Is this going to hurt...?"

Bubonic looked at Dismal.

"Might sting on the wounds a bit," he said, walking back over to the bench.

"Funny, though, this whole problem was caused by Tonic ass-raping you, and now I'm going to be sticking this thing up your bum and squirting medicine into it. Ironic, isn't it?"

"Y-Yes sir...v-v-very ironic," said Dismal, looking flushed and embarrassed. He yelped as Bubonic suddenly forced the tip of the syringe-like device into his opening.

"I'm going to inject the medicine now, so hold still," said Bubonic. He pressed the trigger, forcing the thick liquid into Dismal's lower regions. He whimpered loudly in pain; the medicine [i]did[/i] sting badly on his wounds.

"There," said Bubonic, removing the tube. Dismal let out a heavy sigh of relief and let his head flop back onto the steel bench. The straps released him, and the Robo-Claws lifted him up and put him back on the ground.

“You can go now,” the neon-green hedgehog continued, opening up the door.

“Th-Thank you, sir,” Dismal mumbled, retreating out the door.

     Outside, the gray hedgehog ran back to his room as fast as he could, praying that he wouldn’t run into Tonic. He looked over his shoulder to make sure he wasn’t being followed, which turned out to be a bad idea. The person he crashed into let out a surprised and angry yell.

“Hey! Watch where you’re going, you stupid runt!”

Dismal faced frontward to see that the person he had careened into was someone he wanted to avoid almost as much as he did Tonic; a greenish Sonic recolor named Toxic.

“I-I’m sorry Toxic…!”

The other hedgehog scowled.

“Why are you in such a hurry?” he asked, eying the younger hedgehog suspiciously.

“Uhhh…n-no reason…”

“Oh? Usually you skulk around like a whipped dog.”

He advanced towards the gray hedgehog, backing him up into a wall.

“T-Toxic…!”

“Yes?”

Dismal whined, shaking in fear. Suddenly, Toxic was reminding him brutally of Tonic. In fact, he was sure that his assailant’s fur color had changed from green to yellow…

“N-N-No...!”

“What is your problem, mutt?”

“G-Get away…!” Dismal cried, cowering against the wall. Toxic simply reached out and harshly grasped the gray hedgehog’s scruff.

“[i]NO! L-LET GO!![/i]”

“Oy, shut it!” Toxic snarled, turning the gray hedgehog around so that his back was facing him. He planted a furious kick into the abused Troll’s backside, sending him sprawling.

“OWWW!!”

“You’re really starting to piss me off,” Toxic growled, placing his foot on Dismal’s back. The gray hedgehog whimpered fitfully, trying to make himself look as small as possible.

“So shape up before I kick you in the ass so hard my shoe gets stuck up there,” he threatened. Dismal gulped and nodded hurriedly. Toxic smirked and took his foot off the gray hedgehog’s back.

“Good runt,” he said, turning and walking away. Dismal simply continued to cower there, terrified. 

[i]Why did I just see Toxic as Tonic?[/i] he thought to himself. [i]Am I losing my mind?[/i] 

He finally got up, looking around warily.

[i]Well, at least there’s no sign of Tonic…[/i]

He turned around and continued towards him room. Rounding the corner, he stopped dead in his tracks. Tonic was standing right in front of him, as if he had been waiting for him.

“Well, look who it is,” he said, smiling. Dismal was paralyzed with fear, unable to move an inch as Tonic approached him.

“No…”

Tonic put a hand on the younger Troll’s lower back and pulled him close. He grinned seductively as he moved his hand even lower.

“I’ve been expecting you…”

“N-No!”

He felt Tonic’s other hand gently pushing his face into the older hedgehog’s chest fur. He still felt paralyzed and helpless, and this fact made him break down into muffled sobs.

“Shhhhhhh,” Tonic whispered soothingly, stroking Dismal’s soft, shaggy quills. His other hand finally settled on the gray hedgehog’s hindquarters, and he squeezed lightly. This made the younger hedgehog cry even harder.

“Somebody’s quite hot, I see,” Tonic said, smiling seductively. Dismal continued to cry, shrinking against his tormentor.

“Nooo!” he wailed. “L-Let me go!”

“Are you sure?” the older hedgehog asked, hoisting his victim up so that he was carrying him.

“P-Please!”

“Mmm, don’t think so. Let’s go, hon.”

Tonic began to walk away, with Dismal looking over his shoulder, watching the door to his room, the door to safety, disappear around the corner. He whined unhappily.

“You obviously don’t realize what happened when I ‘dominated’ you, do you?” Tonic asked. Dismal shook his head.

“I claimed you as mine. That means I pretty much own you, Dismal.”

“Wh-Wha…’own’ me?”

“Yup. You’re mine to do with as I please.”

Tonic reached the door to his room and opened it.

“You’re going to be staying in here from now on. Don’t worry, though; I’ll take [i]good[/i] care of you…”

“Th-This can’t be happening…!!” Dismal wailed. Tonic grinned.

“Oh, but it is. You’re my pleasure pet now, mutt,” he said, setting Dismal down on his bed.

“By the way, you never really got a good look around my room, did you?”

“Wh-what do you mean…?”

“Look around, pet.”

Dismal obediently looked around the room, disturbed by what he saw. Strange and frightening objects and devices lined the walls. He had no idea what any of them were for. Tonic’s grin grew wider still.

“Like what you see?”

“N-Not really…”

“Well,” said Tonic, walking over to a small cabinet and opening it. “You really don’t have a say in it, do you, pet?”

He briefly rummaged around in the cabinet and finally pulled out what appeared to be a leather collar and leash.

“Wh-What is that…?”

“It’s a symbol of your new life.”

Tonic strode over to Dismal and grabbed his scruff. The gray hedgehog yelped.

“Sit still so I can put it on,” Tonic commanded, forcing his new ‘pet’ to tilt his head up. He wrapped the collar around the younger hedgehog’s neck and tightened it. Dismal whined.

“There. I think it looks [i]so[/i] cute on you, my pet.”

“I-It’s kinda tight…”

“Don’t worry, you won’t suffocate,” Tonic replied, hooking the leash onto Dismal’s collar. He gave it a light tug, forcing the gray hedgehog to lean forward.

“Now, what shall I do with you next, pet?”

“Uhhhhh…”

“I know! I think I’ll show you off to the other Trolls…”

“I-I don’t wanna…!”

“Sadly, you have no say in this,” said Tonic, smirking. He tugged on the leash again.

“Now up.”

“P-Please…!”

“Up, mutt!” Tonic barked, yanking aggressively on the leash, making Dismal stumble onto his feet.

“Now let’s go.”

With that, Tonic dragged his pet towards the door, opened it, and led him outside.