"Hi. My name's Alex. What am I here for you may ask? Haha, well I punched a kid right in the knards. Yes he vometed, but I liked it. He tortured me all through middle school up until high school when I was sent here. Now, this is my first day, you should know since you're a guard, heh. Welp where do I sign up?" said Alex.
"Mhm. Sign here with your full name, species, and date of birth. Then we'll introduce you to your cell mates." the guard said, kind of like he didn't care. Alex gulped as he saw the pictures of his cell mates. "Are- are they really gonna be in my cell?" he asked, worriedly. "Don't worry, punk. They'll play nice... After they crush you like a bug." Alex gulped again and hesitantly followed the guard. They walked for what seemed like 20 minutes and they finally got to Cell #1423. "Here's your new home, punk." cheered the guard as he shoved him into the cell and locked the door. "Don't let any spiders get into your body." The guard walked away.
Alex noticed two, large silhouettes of what seemed to be very built, strong, intimidating Labradors. "Hiya fellas..." Alex greeted them nervously. Then, the shape to the left moved closer to him. Alex backed away, crouching. The shape moved closer and Alex moved so far back that he was touching the bars. Nowhere to run, he thought to himself. The shape came out of the shadows, and, to Alex's fright, it was what he described it to be.
The dog reached out and grabbed Alex's underwear. "Hi there, punk. I'm Bill." The Labrador stayed there. He didn't even move his hand from Alex's underwhere. "Rudy, I'm ready on your say." Bill said with a menacing giggle. Rudy nodded once, and Bill pulled up fast and wedgied Alex. "Eugh!" Alex yelped in pain, as the Labradors just laughed. Bill continued to hold him up in the air.
"We're gonna introduce you to the customs we have here.... Custom #1. You make us mad, you get wedgied. Custom #2. We get the beds and the toilet. Custom #3. Watch your back." Bill yanked on Alex's undies, and laughed when he noticed they were Spiderman briefs. He hung Alex's underwear on the post of the bed, and they both went to the corner to play cards.
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The Dogs
FantasyThis story is about dog furries who misbehave badly, so they need to be sent to a correctional camp. This is from the view of Alex, a weak husky.