By Sneakyk*
As intimidating as the prior bout of manhandling and talking-down-to from the police officer was, you cannot deny that thanks to her, you are safe from getting trampled for the time being. And although you do not exactly enjoy the prospect of getting taken to the k9 unit, you reason that once the officers actually inspect you further, they should at least be able to tell that you are not a mere vulgar plaything. Rather than risk trying to escape -and potentially getting crushed in the process- you decide to wait in the box for the time being. And so you sit there in the sweet smelling darkness as the car roars into motion.
Not content only to wait, you decide to inspect the various dimly lit walls that surround you. You approach one and press your hand against it. It is soft and somewhat sticky to the touch. It is not enough to lock your body in place, though the fact that you have to actually put some effort into freeing your hand from the surface isn't comforting. You bring your hand up toy our face and lick at it. It tastes extremely sweet, though not quite sickeningly so. You approach another curved wall and directly lick at it, behaving not unlike how a scavenging insect might. It tastes of chocolate.
A turn from the patrol car sends you stumbling onto your back and sliding towards one of the gigantic treats, your head butting against its cushy surface. Another turn bounces the treat upwards, threatening to trap you beneath it. You quickly roll back just in time to avoid getting crushed under the presumed pastry. You need to be more careful! Even slight movements from this massive car could send you careening if you aren't careful.
Eventually the car comes to a halt at the daycare, and the box is soon opened up. You see the female officer's hand reach down and lift one of the treats up into the air. A donut. Of course it would have to be a donut. The other officer grabs another donut, neither of them paying you any heed as they get out of the patrol car. You're left alone in the now-opened 2 by 2 donut box. Looking around, you realize that the opening in one of the walls that you saw earlier leads to the interior of a jelly filled donut. As tempting as swimming sea of jelly would be, you would rather not chance getting eaten. You instead opt to nibble on the sides of the filled donut... and in the process you wind up coating much of your body in sweet donut residue.
Oh well.
Eventually the cops return to the car. The lady officer briefly checks to ensure you're still in the box, remaining completely oblivious to your humanity. She prods your body with her fingertip, getting you even further coated in donut residue, then shuts the lid. Lying down inside of the box, the sticky substance around you begins to set in, and you soon find yourself half-stuck to the bottom of the package. This would be fine were it not for the fact that the donuts in the box are now moving, shaken by the motions of the car and now free to slide around without the other donuts to obstruct their paths.
By fluke of fate you manage to hit the next destination without getting rammed under a donut. The cops leave once more, taking a donut with them, and make their way into the ballet studio. When they return a few minutes later, the male officer plucks the final donut from the box and unthinkingly brings it over to the nearest trashcan, setting it down atop a pile of trash. THe female officer is about to leave when she realize what happened, and manages to retrieve you from the box , prying you up with a fingernail and holding your squirming form between her digits.
"Nearly forgot about this thing..." She mutters to herself before heading back into the car. With no donut box to store you in, she opts to instead stash you in an empty ziplock bag. You let out a tiny scream as you plunge into the baggy, and the woman promptly seals it up. "h'alll right. Let's head back over to the station. Remind me to stop by the K9 unit too. Gotta introduce Peggy to the new dog toy." You shudder at those last two words. The lady officer really and truly is oblivious to the fact that the missing person she's been going to so much effort to notify people about is right in her clutches!
You remain inside of the ziplock bag as they head back to the station. The lady sealed the baggy tight. As a result, there's no way for air to enter or leave it. Should she forget your existence, you may well suffocate. Thankfully the officer left enough air to last your tiny lungs a few hours.
As it turns out, you're going to need a bit of that air. The lady outright forgets you when she arrives at the department, leaving you to languish in the warmth of the car's cupholder with a dwindling supply of air. It's only half an hour later that she returns to fetch you, snagging the baggy up in her grip and carrying it into the police department HQ. She quickly THUDs her way down a hallway and over towards a door . You can hear the sounds of barking and growling, and a female voice from the other end.
Your handler opens the door, emerging into a large courtyard apparently dedicated to housing the dogs of the K9 unit. The very first thing you see is a german shepherd wearing a black doggy vest squatting down against a wall and pushing a thick and colossal turd out of his bottom. A 40-ish heavyset latina officer in khaki pants and a navy blue shirt is looking on, a doggy bag in hand. It is likely that this is the "Peggy" you heard about. Likely one of the dedicated trainers of the dogs.
As the officer looks around, you catch glimpses of the other dogs. A powerful looking bulldog clad in menacing spiked collar and a not-so-menacing camo-patterned doggy diaper is resting in his kennel, looking oddly adorable despite the fact that he would likely be a threat even to a normal sized human. Fast asleep, the bulldog's drool seeps out over a beef bone that's flat out coming apart.
A bloodhound can be seen sitting sniffing at set of boxes before ultimately picking one. His handler, a 19-year caucasian intern with a twinkish build out of place among the more hardened officers, pats the dog on the head and congratulates him on identifying the correct box. As a reward, he allows the dog to mount a humping toy in the corner of the enclosure.
A Rottweiler and Pit Bull be seen moving about together . At first it appears as if the canines are mock-dancing, or something of the sort. And then you assume them to be fighting But upon further inspection, it would appear as if they are playing tug of war with a rope. The rope is on the verge of coming apart.
You spy a Doberman standing before the body of a crippled rat. Whether it was brought here to be trained upon or it simply wound up in the wrong place at the wrong time, you cannot be sure. You look on in awe and terror as the doberman hikes his leg over the torn asunder rat and blasts it with a powerful stream of piss.
Finally, you spy the lone female dog of the group. Standing in stark contrast to the the others, whose girths are big enough to dwarf you, this labrador retriever seems to be crunching peanuts against a concrete surface with her paws, smashing them to pieces with almost alarming glee. This one seems to be wearing a doggy diaper much like the bulldog, though in practice this is likely to protect her from the many, many un-neutered male dogs nearby.
Before you can observe any other dogs, you are plucked out of the bag and brandished before the latina dog handler, your wiggling figure held carefully between a pair of fingers.. "Here it is. Can you believe I found this thing just lying down outside of a convenience store?" The latina gawks at your tiny body. "Is that a....a... " "Yeah. I know, right? Some pervert probably left it there as a prank." "ahuh....hmm... you know...I think I've seen this before..."
Peggy plucks you up into her clutches and holds you right before her eyes, looking at you with as much scrutiny as she can afford. Her face is vaguely familiar. Perhaps you saw her once when you went to the station to file a lost and found report? Perhaps she remembers you. Or maybe she remembrs your face from the missing person poster... "Reminds me of those weird toys in the vending machines outside of that one pizza place...what a weird thing..." She says, tightening her fingers around you. Looks like hope is NOT around the corner.
"Well...I know the boys are gonna be ALL OVER this one." She says, beaming happily. "Thanks for getting it over. A moving toy like this is gonna be pretty useful. Heck. I think I'm gonna get a kick out of this. It's gonna be running like a little fugitive!" She laughs, flashing a toothy grin. You scream and cry and writhe in her grip, only to earn a poke in the face. "Goodness. It's almost human. Silly little thing. " She allows your body to rest on her fingertip, then quickly mashes her thumb over you before you can run. "Oh, the little thing is resisting arrest. We caught you streaking fair and square little thing. " "That is too funny! Almost makes you wish we could shrink crooks." "Mm. Then the K9 unit would probably need to be trained to catch them..." "Well. Either way, I gotta scoot. Gotta file some paperwork about the missing person case I've been working." "Good luck" "yeah. Hope he turns up, but I'm not holding my breath. Well. Talk to you later Peg!"
And with that, the other officer walks off, leaving you firmly in the clutches of Peggy, the K9 unit's premier dog trainer. Peggy holds her fingers firmly around you, pondering how to get the most mileage out of this novel toy...