Good Dog, Spike

Good Dog, Spike part two!


The next morning Spike cowered in the back of his cage as he heard the footsteps approaching. He looked down at his mutilated, misshapen body. What more could they possibly do to him? He’d had a rough night. He’d frightened himself when he had absentmindedly scratched an itchy ear with his foot. It had seemed natural; his hands had no nails to scratch with. He’d only managed to keep from yelling out because the sound of his voice freaked him out. The growls were nothing like what he had been capable of when he vamped out.


“It’s okay, little buddy,” said the friendly tech who had fed him his first bowl of blood. “You won’t be in the O.R. so long today.”


Spike didn’t move. He didn’t like the sound of being in the O.R. at all. He snarled, baring his fangs as his face changed, and snapped towards the bars of the cage.


“Like that is it?” said the tech wearily; sometimes it was hard to be nice to these ungrateful creatures. He wondered if the vampire knew that if it had been female that it would have been dusted and not put through the changes. Males got to live. He pushed the baton through the bars of the cage and stunned Spike with a strong enough blast to render him immobile. Instead of a hood, this time the tech fitted Spike with a gag that also had a strap under the chin to keep his mouth closed. Spike gagged as the mouthpiece pressed on the back of his tongue when it was tightened in to place. A broad leather collar was fastened around his neck. Spike was just struggling to sit up when David arrived at his cell.


“Has he been a bad boy?” he asked.


“Just the usual for this stage,” replied the tech. “It snapped at me.”


“He did, did he? I hope he doesn’t end up having to be defanged, that would cut his value considerably.”


Spike crouched low and emitted a keening whine as he heard what David had said. Not his fangs – anything but his fangs. David stared at him.


“Are you going to behave, or do I call the dentist?” He laughed softly as he saw the vampire shaking.


David looked at the tech. “Get him out then.”


The tech leaned in and dragged Spike to the front of the cage by his new collar. Instead of lifting him on to a gurney, Spike was surprised to find himself put down on the floor. He tried to stand upright but couldn’t do it. The joints on his legs didn’t allow them to straighten completely.


“Get down, damn you,” snapped David, pulling sharply on Spike’s collar.


Spike gave up his futile efforts of standing erect and sank to all fours. He shuddered as he felt his tail curl down between the cheeks of his arse and between his legs.


A tail – I’ve got a fucking tail!


His mind could scarcely take it in. He looked at his hands and whined piteously. Another jerk on the collar told him that this time he was expected to walk. He wobbled for the first few steps before finding his rhythm. He passed several empty cages but stopped short when he saw an occupied one. The vampire in the cage wagged its tail rapidly as it saw David. It barely glanced at Spike. David put his fingers through the bars of the cage.


“Hey, there. Good boy.” His voice was softer than Spike had heard it.


The cage’s occupant rubbed his face against David’s fingers and yelped excitedly.


“It’s not time for your run just yet. It won’t be long.”


Stake me! Stake me now! Please don’t make me like that.


Spike was horrified at the thought. He growled quietly through the gag and glared at the vampire until it backed away from the bars with a whimper.


“Don’t be so mean,” said David, again tugging on Spike’s collar.

Spike found that by the time he had walked to the O.R. that he no longer had to concentrate to move his arms and legs in the correct order. It began to feel natural. He even tried a slow jog. It earned him a yank on the collar for pulling on his leash. He snarled but did as he was told. He tried to refuse to go in to the O.R. but was unceremoniously dragged in by his leash. The slippery floor offering no purchase for his feet, even though he braced himself against the leash.


Spike whined as he realised that he had thought of his hands as feet too. But they weren’t hands any more were they? Two techs lifted Spike on to the operating table and fastened him down so that he was lying on his right side. He tried to resist when his left leg was pulled up and back before being secured in position. He felt extremely vulnerable as it totally exposed his genitals.


David took out a pair of electric clippers and began to shave the hair from Spike’s head. All the time that he was working, Spike growled and snarled. He hated people messing with his hair. He started to pant as the clippers shaved his pubic hair away, yelping now and again as David’s rough handling mean that he got nicked by the blades.


Spike started to growl when David swabbed down his privates.


Get off me, you fucking ponce. I don’t care what you bleeding do to me; you’re not having my cock as your property.


Spike howled as David made the first incision.


No. Don’t! I’ll do anything. Just don’t –”


Spike was incapable of coherent thought when the incisions deepened. He passed out as he felt his scrotum succumb to the knife. David plopped the testes in a metal bowl and set about removing the penis. It was an easy procedure and in less than half an hour the wounds were neatly closed. A single row of black sutures now in place of his genitals.


David wiped away the blood and unfastened Spike’s left leg and lowered it gently to his right. He called for one of the techs to take the vampire back to its pen since it was still out cold.


Spike woke up and for the first time since arriving in this Godforsaken place, he felt no pain.


Thank God. It was just a dream.


For a horrible moment Spike had thought that he’d been castrated. He shook his head to clear it from his mind. He ran a hand down to his genitals to reassure himself that they were still there. When it went between his legs without any impediment, he started panting. He could hardly bring himself to look. They were gone. And not just his balls but his cock too. Spike howled and sobbed, tears coursing their way down his cheeks. Somehow all through his ordeal, he had clung to the hope that he would be able to escape and to be put right somehow. But nothing would ever give him his bollocks back. Something died in him at that moment. He curled up as small as he could, and ignored the bowl of blood when the tech put it through the hatch.


Spike realised that he’d been given painkillers when they wore off. He found that he couldn’t stop whimpering even though he hated the sound of it. He wondered if he could bang his head against the bars of the cage hard enough to dust himself. He stopped whining and tried. All that he got for his troubles was a headache and a short blast from the stun baton to make him behave.


When the tech arrived the next morning to get Spike ready for his final trip to the O.R. he was pleased to see that the vampire was a lot more docile than the day before.


“Come here,” he said as he opened the cage door.


Spike let out a big sigh, the only sound that he could make that still sounded exactly as it did before his voice was taken away, and stood up. He walked to the front of the pen and sat on his haunches as his lead was clipped to the collar.


“That’s better. Good boy.”


Spike managed a surly growl at the patronising ‘good boy’. Not a boy any more am I? I’m just a thing. He hung his head in defeat.


“Don’t worry; everything will be much better by tomorrow.”


Spike stared at the technician. How can things get better? He smiled, feeling his tail wag slightly. Unless, could tomorrow be the day that they staked him?


The tech rubbed Spike’s head affectionately, as he clipped the leash to his collar. Those expressive blue eyes were so attractive. They made the little vampire look quite appealing.


“How is it this morning?” asked David as he strode up to the tech.


“He’s quiet,” replied the tech. “You wouldn’t think that it would have such an effect on them really, would you?”


“It’s not surprising when you think about it,” said David. “They are wild creatures, that live on their instincts. Sexual urges are part of their very being. Taking that away so completely makes them feel worthless and more accepting of their new life.”

Spike lifted his head and glared at David, but he couldn’t hold his stare and dropped his eyes again. He didn’t move as the tech lifted him from his cage and on to the gurney. He never twitched a muscle as he was strapped down on his side. Spike closed his eyes and listened to the familiar squeak of the wheels as he was pushed a long.


Spike wished that he had struggled when he heard the drill get turned on. It was too late now. A metal framework around his head kept it immobile and the rest of him was secured with strong straps. He howled as the drill bit into his skull. Spike longed to pass out as he felt a circular bone saw cutting through his skull, joining the four holes that the drill had made. But for some reason he couldn’t, he remained totally awake as David and Carl worked on his brain. Every now and then part of him would move of its own accord as his brain was stimulated. The surgeons were mapping out the sections of his brain that controlled his motor skills.


At one point he vamped out and then his features faded to normal as Carl hit the right part of his brain with the electric charge. They made sure that his ability to growl wasn’t impaired and then went to work destroying the large parts of Spike’s brain that held his memories and his personality. They wanted a blank canvas for the final stages of Spike’s rehabilitation. He had to be receptive to all they required and have no idea of what he had been before.


Spike finally, gratefully passed out as the brutal work on his brain got underway. Parts of it removed completely and other parts cauterised and killed. The surgeons knew that if they did a good job today that all the maintenance that the vampire would require to prevent it from attempting to heal its damaged brain was a twice yearly course of electric shocks in to the cauterised parts. To enable this to be a none surgical procedure they implanted two metal rods. One end was buried in the brain the other protruded slightly from the skull but was beneath the scalp. They weren’t visible but were completely effective when they had a charge passed through them.


The surgeons stood up and stretched their backs after hours of bending over their patient. They smiled and shook hands. Another job well done. What happened to the creature now depended on how it was able to react to the training schedule.


Spike was sedated for two days until all the sutures were out and the skull had healed. Whilst still unconscious, he was carried out in to the specially adapted enclosure and placed on the ground. Closed circuit cameras would watch his every move and reaction. The team settled down in front of the monitors and started taking bets on which of the training programs would be employed on the vampire.


Spike whined as he woke up. He slowly got to his four feet and shook himself, trying to clear his head. He glanced around his surroundings and cowered low to the ground as he realised he had no idea where he was. He stayed there for a minute before standing once more and smelling the night air. He made his decision and trotted along the edge of the road. Spike gained in confidence as he went along.


Okay, so I don’t know where I am but I’m all right aren’t I? Bound to be something at the end of this lane.


After about ten minutes, Spike stopped short. He sat down and sniffed the air. He began to growl – a low threatening sound. He’d smelled something and didn’t like it at all. He stood and walked on stiff legs to the trees at the side of the road. He felt his face shift and licked his tongue across his fangs. A figure emerged from the tree-line. Spike’s growl intensified. The figure laughed. For some reason that infuriated Spike and he lunged towards it.


“Oh, man! What has happened to you?” the figure said as it easily sidestepped Spike’s charge and kicked him in his ribs as he did so.


Spike flew through the air and landed with a yelp several feet away.


“What sort of vampire lets himself be caught and worked over like you have. I mean, you’re like a dog! Even got the tail to prove it,” sneered the vampire, letting his own features match those of Spike. He was unaware that he too had been caught, herded in to the compound expressly for this showdown with the newest subject.


Spike got to his feet and shook himself. He had no idea what the person was saying but the tone made him angry. Spike stalked slowly towards the vampire, never taking his eyes away from his face. He paused a couple of feet away, growling ferociously and baring his teeth. The vampire stared into his face and then backed away sharply.


“Spike? My God, is that you, Spike?”


Spike tilted his head on one side for a second before crouching on his hind legs and springing for the creature’s throat. He timed this assault with more accuracy. His fangs sank in to the vampire’s throat and his velocity bringing them both to the ground. It was over within seconds. Spike bit through the creature’s neck and then gave a startled yap as it exploded in to dust.


He sat down panting heavily, staring at where the creature had been.


Didn’t like that thing. Not one little bit.


He got up, stretched all of his limbs and then set off down the road one more, his tail waving in time to his jog. Spike rounded a corner and halted. In front of him was another of those creatures. He snarled and then stopped. This one didn’t smell the same as the other at all. He trembled slightly, unsure of what to do. He crouched low and watched this new creature carefully.


“Hello there, boy. Looks like you’re a bit lost,” said David softly. He didn’t normally do this part of the work but had been quite taken by this subject. It had been braver than most.


Spike tilted his head on one side as he listened. The tone of the man’s voice made him feel safe. He shuffled forwards a few feet, keeping his body low and his eyes on the man.


David squatted down and held out his hand. “Come on little buddy. That’s it. Come to me.”


Spike whined. He didn’t want to be alone, but he wasn’t sure of what to do. He sniffed again.


This is not the same as the other. He doesn’t make me think that he will kick me.


Spike shuffled a little closer. David kept chatting in a gentle tone, encouraging Spike to come to him. After five minutes Spike was close enough to touch. David felt his creation tense as his stroked its head for the first time, and then he grinned broadly as the little creature leaned in to his touch and looked up at him with trusting blue eyes. When he stood up and began to walk away, Spike stood and trotted after him.


Nice person. Safe.


Spike didn’t understand how he knew this but he did. He followed David without baulking in to a building. He walked in to a room filled with kennels. All of the occupants whined and put their front feet on the mesh of door when they saw David. They wagged their tails rapidly as they tried to get David’s attention. David paused at one kennel, allowing the ‘dog’ in it to lick his fingers. Spike found himself smiling and his own tail wagging. His instincts were right to trust the stranger who had found him on the road. He stepped towards the kennel and whined at the occupant. It was like him. It fixed Spike with a hard stare, a little jealous of the newcomer. Spike dipped his head, not looking for confrontation. He was unaware that he had just passed another test. Before the brain surgery, when Spike had seen this subject, he had snarled at it so ferociously that he had made it back away. Fear of becoming like it making him aggressive. Now, he knew no better and had obviously recognised it as being of his kind.


“Come on then, let’s get you settled in,” said David as he walked further in to the room.


Spike padded happily after him. He sniffed at the others in the cages as he passed. He could sense that they were all content and it made him feel more relaxed. At the first vacant kennel, David told Spike to go inside. Spike stared up at him, tail waving. David smiled. Another test passed. Spike didn’t understand the words anymore. He gestured with his hand toward the cage and gave Spike a gentle push. Spike stepped in to the kennel. He turned around and whined as the door was shut behind him. He didn’t want to be left alone.


“You’ll be all right. Your dinner is served,” said David pushing a button and smiling as Spike’s tail went in to overdrive as a bowl of blood emerged from a panel at the side of the kennel.


Spike forgot about his new friend as he hungrily lapped up the blood. After he had licked the bowl clean he looked around the kennel. It was four feet wide by six feet long. At the back was a raised platform with blankets on it. He leapt on to it and sighed with pleasure as warmth seeped up from the heated base of the bed. He curled up and was fast asleep within moments.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~


David was a happy man when he walked in to the room containing the team behind the remodelling of the vampires into useful guard dogs. He had been a little worried about this latest one but wondered why he had done so. It wasn’t as if they could resist with whole parts of their brains missing, was it? No matter how bad a prospect a vamp appeared the final operation always worked a treat. In a way he thought that Carl was right and the brain surgery should be the first operation. But then again, he did enjoy seeing those vicious killers, helpless, terrified and in pain – just like their victims had been. Perhaps he’d take away their genitals a little earlier? That might be good. A day of mourning what had been lost didn’t seem enough. He still mourned his wife after six years.


He took his place at the head of the long rectangular table. “Well, gentlemen, which course do you think this one should be sent on?”


After a short discussion they decided that if it passed the next few trials without any doubts at all them he would be issued a Grade One certificate and handed on to the military for their vampdog unit. The way it had despatched the vampire out in the enclosure was just what they needed. Vampdogs were proving very popular. Grade Two’s were trained with the police, dealing with human criminals. Grade Three were trained as guard dogs to run loose at night in their owner’s property and the lowest – Grade Four were trained as companions to live in regular people’s homes, like the ordinary dogs they tended to replace. They were much more efficient at defending against burglars, but just as safe with the family as a conventional dog.


“We need a name for the creature,” said David. “Any suggestions?”


“Didn’t that vampire in the enclosure call it Spike? It certainly recognised the vampdog,” said the only woman in the room. “If it’s to be Grade One, maybe using a name that it was known by previously, will strike fear in to any that once knew it. A salutary lesson of the only future a vampire can look forward to other than dust perhaps?”


David nodded. “That is sound thinking, Veronica. So shall that be its name?”


A chorus of assent followed and Spike was officially named as such. Over the next few days Spike was exercised by David and just happened to come across a variety of vampires and demons. All of which were despatched without David even having to urge Spike on. David was delighted at how well the vampdog’s hind legs functioned. Its speed when in pursuit was incredible, a joy to watch. Spike proved friendly, if a little wary, of the other humans that he encountered on his exercise. Another test passed. Any untrained aggression towards humans was rewarded by staking.


Spike had been in the kennels for two weeks when David took him to a room that he hadn’t been into before. When he saw a man approach wearing a lab coat, Spike leaned against David’s legs and whined. He was trembling.


“Shh, Spike, it’s okay. Nothing to be afraid of,” soothed David. He led the still shaking, Spike to a table in the middle of the room and patted its surface, indicating that he wanted Spike to jump on it. Spike looked at him with huge blue eyes for a moment before agilely getting on it. David held his collar and kept up a steady stream of nonsense to calm Spike down.


Don’t like it. Don’t like it. Don’t like it.


Spike whined miserably, his tail clamped between his buttocks.


“Maybe give him a sedative shot, Malcolm? He does seem terrified and I don’t want him blotting his copybook at this late stage,” said David.


Malcolm looked at the pathetically quivering vamdog on the table. He could hardly believe that this was the same creature that fearlessly tackled any demon that it had been pitted against. “Good idea, David.”


He filled a syringe with clear fluid and injected it in to the jugular vein. Spike yelped as the needle went in and tried to jump off the table. David held him firmly until the sedation took effect and Spike sank down on to his belly with a sigh. It didn’t knock him out completely just made him feel very tired. He paid no attention as Malcolm went to work. His left shoulder stung as Malcolm tattooed his name on it. The ink looked green in daylight but importantly for military vampdogs it glowed in the dark and also contained a magical substance that enabled him to be tracked down, should he become lost from his unit.


Once the tattoo was finished David and Malcolm managed to get the dopey Spike to stand as his torso was covered with thin, specially created, lightweight and flexible body armour. It covered him from the base of his neck to the small scar where his genitals used to be. It wrapped around him, covering his rib cage but left his back uncovered. He could still be staked through his back if he needed to be put down. No straps were necessary as it bonded to his skin when Malcolm muttered the required incantation. Spike howled. It felt horrible. As if something was trying to crawl under his skin. He looked up at David, his blue eyes wet with tears. David stroked his head and told him that he was being very brave. The calm tones soothed Spike and the strange feeling passed.


“Will he be okay to walk back to his kennel?” asked David.


“Yes, he’ll be a bit wobbly but should be fine if you walk slowly. We’d better lift him down from the table though.”


The two men gently eased Spike to the floor. He fell over as he took his first step, the floor felt all slippery to him. He got up and encouraged by David managed to stay on all fours and walked slowly back to his bed. He curled in as small as ball as he could and went to sleep.


~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~


The next day Spike was washed down and his hair clipped again. He liked the attention and made the tech laugh when he splashed him by wagging his wet tail as fast as he could make it go. He was dried off and taken to one of the training rooms. David was waiting there and Spike ran up to him as soon as he was off his leash and sat in front of him. He had come to understand several commands since David had started bringing him in here. He knew that jumping up was never allowed, and that he should sit in front of David when he first saw him.


“Spike, down,” said David firmly.


Spike immediately lay down, tail wagging. He liked this. It was fun. He could sit, stand, lie down and stay on command. He also could change his face and growl ferociously when instructed to too.


“Spike, heel.”

Spike obediently walked beside David as he was taken back to his kennel. David stroked his head affectionately. “I’ll miss you, Spike.” He had already begun procedures on two new vampires. He had removed the legs but before attaching the new limbs, had removed their genitalia and was delighted at the response. They were totally submissive already. Mind you, he did have a sneaking suspicion that both would only end up as pet grade. If it happened to the next subject too, he’d have to rethink it though.


“In you go, Spike. Your new handler will be here later.”


Spike walked in to his kennel and turned around. He sat staring at David, tilting his head to one side. He could sense something different about him. Spike whined as he watched him go before getting cosy on his bed.

Spike jumped off the bed and went to the front of his kennel. He could smell someone new. His tail wagged as he also picked up the scent of David. David had a very tall man with him when he stopped outside of Spike’s kennel.


“Here he is,” said David. “I think you’ll be very pleased with him. He hasn’t put a foot wrong so far. You’ve seen how efficient he is at killing demons and vampires from the video footage.”


“I sure have,” replied the stranger. “I’m surprised at how small he is. He looked bigger.”


“Riley, I can assure you that with vampdogs size isn’t an issue to their effectiveness in the field,” countered David.


“Oh, I know that,” said Riley. “We’ve had enough to know that. I like them to be smaller. They’re more agile and able to get through small gaps to take out nests.”


Riley Finn peered at the vampdog. Pleased that it met his eye without a trace of a cower. “Hey, little guy. Do you want to join the military?”


Spike wagged his tail and smiled at the tall man. He liked the tone of his voice and his scent made Spike want to trust him.


“Well, I’d better get him loaded up and head back to base,” said Riley.

David stepped forward and opened the door. Spike walked quickly through it and sat in front of David waiting for the lead to be attached to his collar. To his surprise the stranger unfastened his collar and replaced it with one that he pulled out of his pocket. It wasn’t as soft as his usual one. Riley clipped on a matching lead and ran his hand over Spike’s left shoulder.


“So you’re Spike,” said Riley smiling down at the vampdog.


Spike wagged his tail as he heard his name and glanced at the stranger’s face. David shook Riley’s hand. “Let me know how he gets on, he became a favourite of mine,” he said.


“Sure thing. Thanks again. I’ll be in touch,” replied Riley. He looked at his latest recruit. “Heel.”


Spike stood up and walked away with him. He felt the collar tug on his neck as he glanced back to look at David, and so he focussed on Riley and kept up with the brisk pace that the soldier set.


They walked through the compound and to a truck. Riley opened the rear door, revealing two wire cages. Both were empty. He unlatched the door to the right hand one and patted the mat in the base of it. “Up you come.”


Spike didn’t hesitate; he leapt in to the cage and then turned around. It was a tight fit. He gazed at Riley as he unclipped his leash but left the collar on.


“Good dog, Spike.”


Riley patted his head and then shut both his pen and the door to the truck. Spike whined as he was left alone in the dark. He heard the engine roar into life and the truck swayed as Riley drove it away from the manufacturing facility. Spike lay down and waited patiently to see what was going to happen next, as he left behind all that he had ever known.


The End…?


Do you want to know what happens to him once he is put to work? Let me know if you do – or is it best to let sleeping dogs lie? LOL! Rest assured no sexual activities will take place if I do - I'm twisted but not that sick! LOL!