Chad stared at the figure lifting him out of the locker it was Rod's scary biker big brother. Chad seemed to be along thin leather strap in Rocky's big calloused hands. Rocky's real name was Pete, but everyone called him Rocky. Chad had a run in with him about a year ago, when he and Rod left a gate open, and Rocky's young pit bull got out and was hit by a car. Chad and Rod protested their innocence because neither knew that Rocky had brought his dog over to Rod's house, and if he had why didn't he tie the dog up or put it in the dog kennel? Still Rocky blamed them. Chad freaked when he saw the freeze-dried pit bull. He recognized the ring around the eye of Bucky, the dead pit bull. Bucky was short for Buckeye.
Rocky didn't speak, he just put Chad around the dead dog's neck, and secured him in place.
Chad wanted to moan, he felt himself drifting out of the collar and into the dead dog. He was flowing into the stiff dead bone and muscle, and it was becoming alive again. Thud. Thud. Thud. A very faint heartbeat began. Peter's concerned face turned into a grin. As he watched the red triangular penis slide out of the formerly petrified sheath.
"Heh, Rod did say you always were horny, Chad. I think I'll let you keep your name as my new dog. I thought about Buckeye 2 or Bucky 2, but Chad seems right for you now. Well, I let you revitalize your new body, it will probably be hours before you can walk or bark anyway. When you're ready for me, just bark, boy," Pete said as he walked away, "Oh, if you're wondering if its reversible, the answer is sort of- but you may prefer to be a dog, when you find out what the alternative is! Mwahaha!"
The door to the garage closed, Chad was locked in. He took a breath, it was five minutes before he took another. Possessing a year dead dog, and revitalizing it into a healthy animal took a while. Chad found his vision was changing, and so were his senses of hearing and scent. The green painted locker, the red rag, the orange tool chest, the yellow- well all the colors were shifting becoming monochrome. And his mind was overwhelmed by noises that had to be blocks away, and all the odors. Images formed of mice, lizards, Master Rocky. Wait, "Master"? Oh, shit obedience training and commands, Buckeye's mind was revitalizing and merging with Chad's. Chad concentrated on who he was. He was the star football player, he was a super stud, he had fucked every girl in the school, he was going to college next year, he was hu-dog. He was Master Rocky's dog. He loved Master Rocky. He tried to fight it, but his mind was a dog mind now, and dog's needed a master. Rocky was the sort of master any dog would want. Chad accepted his fate. He was frozen for hours, but at last he managed to walk stiffly. In another hour he managed a yip. The sun was just rising when he found he was all dog, and jumped up on the door and barked for his master. He really needed to be walked it felt like he hadn't pissed or shit in a year.
"Coming!" shouted Rocky, "Down, Chad, down, boy!"
Chad was so happy to see Master Rocky. He jumped up on him, inhaled his musky masterful scent, and licked him. He loved his master. Part of him remembered being human, being somebody, being BMOC, but that didn't matter now. He was happy. He was a dog. He was owned. He was Chad, and he belonged to Master Rocky.
Chad scampered out to a nearby elm, and did what dog's do. Then he trotted back to kiss his master. He needed to thank him for being his master. Chad needed him.