"They're wearing some kinky BDSM latex shit," says Abbey disgusted.
"One's a Dalmatian and the other is an..... Um..... Wolf?" Says Hannah.
"Uh," says Mr Jackson flustered, "Boys. Will you two come with me."
The Dalmatian whimpers and obeys without hesitation. The wolf on the other hand, is stubborn and remains in position. Mr Jackson toughens up his voice, "Come over here or you're both expelled!" The Dalmatian whimpers. The wolf holds it's ground for a few seconds before reluctantly crawling over to Mr Jackson and following him into the storeroom.
"What are you two thinking. What you do in your spare time is none of my business. But this isn't appropriate at school, not in the slightest," says Mr Jackson sternly. The Dalmatian whimpers and the wolf growls.
"Fine," Mr Jackson sighs, "If you both want to act like dogs. Then I'll treat you like them. Wait."
The teacher walks out the storeroom and locks the door. He looks at the class and says, "There are some cages in the storeroom below. I need two."
"What's happening?" Asks Luke.
"Brayden and Callum are playing games. Pretending to be dogs."
"So you're treating them like one?" Abbey asks with a grin.
"Yeah. Hopefully it'll knock some sense into them."
A few minutes pass and the cages are brought into the storeroom. The Dalmatian crawls over and sniffs the cage. Once it crawls inside. Mr Jackson closes and locks it.
The wolf cowers in the corner, on edge and growling. Whenever the teacher or a student approach him, he gets angrier.
"I got an idea," says Luke, "Put a piece of meat in the cage."
Luke runs out and returns less than a minute later. He throws the meat into the cage and the blue latex wolf crawls into it. While the latex wolf munches on the meat, the cage is locked.
"Hey," says Mitchell as the storeroom door is closed, "I've done some research about what just happened. Turns out there is one other case of that..... Light thing turning people into what Brayden and Callum are."
"And?"
"There's no known cure. Soon they'll act like the animals they are dressed like."
"Not a problem with the Dalmatian," says Luke, "But the wolf... He was already on edge."
"Do you know who's who?"
Hannah speaks up, "I think Callum is the Dalmatian and Brayden the wolf. Based on body shape."
"Ha," laughs Abbey, "I always knew Callum was a bottom. Him being a domestic dog proves it."
"We've got to try and get through to them," says Mr Jackson.