Rick's older brother the veterinarian stood at the head of the classroom next to a large empty animal container. The lab counter looked like it was decked out for surgery. He put a whistle to his lips and blew.
Chad felt waves of sound changing his body as he lurched out of his seat. He was hot all over, thank goodness he wasn't sweating. His tongue hung out as he panted.
"Rick, why don't you bring your best friend up here, and make the boy comfortable for our demonstration. Rick was suddenly there leading Chad up the aisle of desks. He helped Chad out of his now oddly fitting clothing. A naked furry anthrodog boy stood on all fours on the counter as his classmates watched. Somehow it all seemed normal. He wagged his ass happily as Rick stroked his head after removing his last bit of clothing.
As Chad stood there obediently on all fours, he noticed another young man nearby with an odd looking black round machine with flashing LED lights. He looked at him. The youth adjusted the machine, and everything seemed to slow down except for him and Chad.
"Oh, you recognize me, dog boy?" said Dexter.
Chad mouthed "POINDEXTER" but the words came out all Scooby Dooish as "Roin Rexrer".
The guy grimaced, "Poindexter? No, just Dexter. But you remember me from Summer Camp, don't you? This device is RAD. Reality Altering Device. It's why you're a dog boy, and about to get your nuts cut off. The effects of the device are only temporary, meaning you'd turn back into your annoying jock boy self, if left to your own devices. But by neutering you, well, you'll remain a dog when reality adjusts back. To make it more interesting, I'll preserve your testicles, and at a later date, I may use RAD to reconnect them and see if you learned your lesson. Until then you're Rick's dog."
Chad shook his head and muttered, "Rick ras a rog. Hre's Rounder."
"Oh, yes, I know all about Pounder. He actually spent some time as a dog boy to help me plan this. You may have noticed that he humped you a lot more the last few times you visited Rick. He's looking forward to making you his bitch boy. Oh, I've planned this for some time, I could have done it sooner, but you were on a winning streak, and wanted to wait to see if you'd cinch the championship. You did. So you got about a 3 month reprieve from doggy dom. Pounder has been extremely disappointed. Now to resume normal time, and cut your nuts off."
"Roo rant do rhat!"
Chad felt a wooziness, and everyone who had seemed frozen began moving and talking. The cacophony of noise assaulted his new acute hearing. He feels Rick's soothing hands and hears his master's reassuring voice.
"There, Chad, there, be a good boy. It'll all be over soon, and we can go home."
"Now Dexter here has agreed to help with the procedure, and demonstrate a useful way to use the discarded testicles."
"EWWW!" said the audience.
"He will plate them to make cuff links or other jewelry."
"A trophy or momento," mumbled Dexter, who was uncomfortable in front of crowds. He only was doing this to teach Chad a lesson. The closer it came to realization, the less Dexter considered not leaving Chad as Rick's dog permanently. His original plan had been until college started in the fall, then it became when Dexter graduated college in 2 or 3 years, and then it was after graduate school....sometime.
Chad felt a jab in his furry shoulder and then thigh. Dr. Fixx was injecting him with something. He felt a bit weak kneed. He was soon lying on the countertop. His former classmates were moving by examining his prone body. He was aware but immobilized. Different guys and girls handled his junk and ran their fingers through his fur. Damn, he really was a dog, or mostly dog, and Rick and Poindexter really were going to cut his balls off and make them into trophies for Poindexter. WTF? He didn't think he'd done anything to deserve this. He wracked his brain to remember Summer Camp with Poindexter - no Dexter. Dexter was it two or three years ago?