Suddenly, Jason wasn't there anymore. Just a pile of empty clothing to mix with the lost gym clothes. Vinnie
walked over, and frowned. He didn't see Snake. He should be leather...
The sorted through the clothing. The belt around the empty jeans looked like the one Snake had worn, but it
was still buckled. Ah, a strip of leather with metal studs. Too short to be a belt, too long to be a bracelet
or armband? Then, Vinnie noticed the metal dog tag hanging from it. It had all of Snake's info on one side.
The other side was blank.
"A dog collar? Not quite what I had in mind," Vinnie remarked walking over to the mirror, "A bit Goth for me,
but what the hell!" He started to buckle the collar around his neck. As soon as the buckle hooked, Vinnie knew
he had made a big mistake. He saw the blank metal dog tag reflecting in the mirror - except it was now etching
a name into the tag - it was Vinnie's new name. He reached to undo the collar, but his hands were changing
into paws and were no longer able to work the catch. In a matter of minutes, as he stared at his changing body
in the mirror, Vinnie Cost transformed into Snake's dog Spike. He dropped nearly half his body weight as he
became a black and tan dog. He struggled out of his human clothing. He was a bit dazed, he knew he needed to
get home, but he couldn't leave the jockstrap, the Speedo or the oversized jockstrap. He no longer had hands,
so he carried the three in his mouth. Fortunately, Snake had left the fire door propped open with a waste
barrel. In a matter of minutes, Vinnie/Spike was out. He started for home. It was the opposite direction
from where Vinnie lived, but he was Spike now. He crossed the railroad tracks and soon was headed down a
gravel road to where a double wide mobile home stood in an overgrown patch of land with lots of car parts.
Vinnie trotted up to the door of the trailer and started scratching.
"What the hell?" a slightly overweight 25 year old man with a three day growth of beard opened the door. He
was wearing a wife beater shirt, and boxer shorts. He grabbed Vinnie/Spike by the collar and looked at the
tag. "Where the hell did lil' bro get hisself a dog? Well, I only been out of jail for half a day, and it's
been almost six months since I went in, so I guess, Jace got a dog while I was gone. Hope you're housebroken."
He let Spike in. And Spike headed straight for his master's room. The door was ajar and clothing was on the
floor of the tiny room. Spike jumped into the bed, and struggled to get his collar off.
"Wonder if that's real silver?" Jason's brother remarked following Spike into the room. He sat down on the bed
and began to unbuckle Spike's collar.
Yes, thought Vinnie, I should turn back. No, thought Spike, that's my collar! He struggled a bit, but Jason's
older brother got it off. He he examined and cursed, "Not real silver." He tossed it on the floor, and left,
making sure to latch the door.
Vinnie was confused. He was still a dog. He ran around chasing his tail for a bit. The Spike persona seemed
to be fading, but Vinnie was still a dog.
"Oh, yeah! Man, am I stiff. I can't believe you turned me into a dog collar, Vinnie," Snake said as he pulled
on some shorts that he picked up off the floor. "You dropped my gear outside, but without a collar, you may
just try to make a break for it. Ah, this belt should do." He grinned and made an impromptu leash securing his
new dog to his bed post with his belt. Then he left closing the door securely behind him.
Thanks to Vinnie's new canine hearing, he heard all that transpired on the other side of the thin wall.
"Hey, Uly, when did you get out?" Jason asked.
"Squirt, I told you not to call me that. I prefer Jake," Ulysses told his younger brother, "And I got this
morning. Oh, I let your dog in. Hey, how did you get in?"
"I was in the john, you were sleeping when I got here," Jason lied.
"Oh, I did help myself to a six pack - or two," Ulysses said punctuating "or" with a burp.
Jason laughed. "Same ol' U- er, Jake," he said as he headed out to where Spike had hidden his booty. He
reached into a discarded truck tire and lifted out two jockstraps and a Speedo. He giggled nervously, "Sorry,
guys, I wonder who you are? Ah, well, I can figure that out later, damn, these shorts don't have any pockets."
Jason ducked behind a shed, and pulled off his shorts. He put on the jockstrap he knew (Ryan) first, then
over-sized jockstrap Carter, and finally, the Speedo (Horst). "Oh, fuck, I am so horny." He pulled the shorts
up over his tented bulge and headed to his room.
"I prefer girls, homo," Jake said as he saw his brother enter.
"So do I, but anyone will do when I'm horny," Jace answered.
"Don't even think about it," Jake warned.
"Just checking to see how prison life treated you," Jason laughed, "I've got me a bitch to train to be a
cockhound."
"Got news for you, bro, that dog is male, and it looked like he still has his balls," Jake advised, "So be
careful or you may end up his bitch."
"You got nothing to worry about there," Jason said entering his room and locking the door.
"Hello, Spike! Time to start training you," Jason said leering at Vinnie, and fondling himself.