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Matthew learns that sometimes you should watch your tongue about other people's pets.

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"Goddamned mutt." Matthew swore as he twisted his ankle on another bone that the dog had left laying about. "Wilson needs to learn to clean up after that damned midget mutt." Kicking the offending chewbone away with his green stained sneaker he continued to mow the back yard. "At least he pays well."

That was the third landmine today. Twice he had trode through the piles of shit from these two runt dogs as he maneuvered the mower around. And now he had tried to roll his ankle as he stepped on the well chewed nylabone. Although better to step on it than to have it thrown at your shin.

"How's it going, Matty?" Mr. Wilson's voice called out from the back door, sending the brown haired sophomore turning his head toward the portal. Of course the two little corgis pressed against his legs, trying to rush out into the yard to sniff and frolic. Matt gritted his teeth as he killed the motor of the mower and turned to look at him.

"Almost done. Just trying to avoid all the stuff from the dogs." He called out before he added a bit under his breath. "Damned pain in the ass mutts."

"Ah, good." He smiled as he shrugged, pointedly ignorant of the latter statement before he turned and headed back inside.

"Damn old fool. I should make him pay me more." Matt muttered under his breath as he yanked at the starter cord, his mind turning back to trying to just finish up the damned yard as he started moving again.

That first step he felt something squish under his food., the brown goo oozing around his shoe.

"Goddammit."

One thing Matthew had not realized was that Wilson had heard his mutter. And he didn't like it. "There's a reason I have the two 'pain in the ass mutts.'" He looked over at the photo on the wall, his former wife with the three mutts wrapped around her.

They had loved her greatly. Hell, the oldest actually had followed her to her grave by mere weeks. Looking at his wallet, he hoped he could give the boy some extra cash as an apology for having to deal with the dogs' crap, literally. But all he had was the twenty that he had put aside for the boy and the two other bills for his groceries for the rest of the week.

"Old bastard just uses me," Matthew groused as he walked home, crisp twenty in his pocket before he kicked his crap coated shoes off at the door before he headed upstairs, the warm air coming from the open window blowing over him as he pulled his sweaty tee shirt off before tossing the twenty on his desk and heading into a nice session of Call of Duty to vent his stress.

The hours flew by, kill after death, map after map as he mindlessly flew through the game. Before long he found the silver light of the moon staring through his window as he sleepily hit the wasd keys, swearing as his sleepy state granted him a MP7 burst to the face. With a snarl, he logged out quickly before crashing heavily on his bed before the darkness of sleep covered him.

Matthew awoke, shaking his head as his eyes tried to adjust blurrily to consciousness. It just didn't look right. 'I swear I didn't drink last night,' he thought but instead of grumbling the words, all that escaped his lips was a whine. And not a human one.

The canine whine that escaped his lips lit his brain up better than any coffee ever could. Blinking again, he still couldn't get his eyes to look right, the focus and color depth completely off. The room was awash in yellow as a mass obscured his vision, the field seeming bigger between his eyes as well. The feeling of something pressing against his side also startled him as he shook his head, feeling something stranger as he did so.

His ears moved.

He was awake now. He pushed himself to his feet. And barely got any higher, other than the rotation of the world as his brain reacted.

'What the?'

His mine ran as he could feel the ground both on his hands and feet. He looked around the room, trying to figure out what was going on as he realized it wasn't his room. The walls were covered in photographs, not posters and as he took a breath through his nose his mind caught the scent of his brother and his master.

'Wait, Master?'

'Brother?'

His mind shuddered to a stop as he took another breath but the words flashing in his mind did not change.

'What's going on with me?' His mind raced as he tried to figure out what the hell was happening. His eyes were broken, he had lost feet in height as far as his eyes were concerned and he was locked onto all fours. His eyes frantically searched the room before he moved toward the door, slowly with an unsteady gait as he tried to coordinate himself.

It took a moment to stumble his way outside the lip of the soft pad he was trapped within before he felt his body fall flat on its face as his legs caught on the lip, sending him tumbling as he caught his reflection in the photos on the wall.

His eyes widened and his jaw dropped as he saw the only form in his reflection. From the stubby legs to the tall ears and the tail to his wet nose all he could see was a corgi.

'What happened?' his mind raced as a soft yip escaped his muzzle, sending the slumbering form in the dog bed he had just escaped from twitching as it awoke, the noise thundering through his mind as he tried to process.

Matt did all he could. He stumbled his way toward the doorway, the light pouring in from outside guiding him as he tried to move toward it on his feet...no, he thought, his paws.

His stumbling steps sent him toward the door as he tried to refrain from making noise before his paw slipped from under him, sending him to the floor.

'Dammit' His mind screamed, a yip echoing as he hit the ground, paws splayed as he hit the hardwood floor, his limbs not following his commands as he tried to make his escape. Stumbling to his feet, he jumped as he felt a shock of cold behind him.

Unbidden, he felt the new tail slapping down hard and fast, slapping against a hard surface as he quickly wiggled himself around to face his molester, the wet tongue against his nose catching him off guard as he stared into the dark eyes of a corgi.

The dog huffed, sending warm air over his face as he tried to keep himself composed as his eyes locked on the canine lapping at his face before he bowed playfully. Only a few moments later the dog rapidly grew closer.

The dog lunged at him, a yip escaping Matthew's maw as he tried to scamper back, his paws sliding from under him as the other corgi slammed into him, sending him to the ground. The other dog bit at his neck, sending a feeling of resentment and anger flooding him as he twisted his body around, trying to avoid the other dog as he felt teeth on the scruff of his new neck.

"Gidget, Wilbur, stop it." The gruff, tired voice caught in his ears and sent a shudder of submissiveness through him as he dropped to the floor, feeling his assailant tumble atop him as his new body, landing heavily atop him as his legs spread wide on the hardwood floor. The sharp pain of teeth on his new ear as the other corgi nipped his ears, sending the shock through his body before he managed to roll and throw his assailant off.

Mr. Wilson towered over him, displeasure covering his face as he stared down at the two dogs. Matthew could feel his tail cowering beneath him as he saw that gaze on him, knowing that his master was mad at him.

'Wait. Master?' The thought flew through his head even faster than the unbidden association of Mr. Wilson with his master. He felt wrong. Part of his mind was telling him he was bad. A bad boy.

"Come on, go outside you two. Let me sleep a bit more." The grumbling voice was supplemented by the flood of bright light that coated his eyes as the lights were turned on. He blinked at the light before he tried to figure out how to get himself to his feet.

Matthew had fallen on his side during the roughhousing and he was in a bit of a predicament. It was easy enough to roll himself onto his belly, but as he tried to lever himself up onto his feet, he couldn't. He pressed back, claws dragging across the floor before he felt them run into the wall.

"Gidget, are you okay?" Wilson's voice was tinged with concern as Matthew whimpered at him, trying to get himself to his feet...his human mind fighting to get that muzzle to cry out for help but all that escaped was a soft whimper of distress.

With his back paws braced against the wall, Matthew managed to get to his front paws, trying to push himself onto his back feet like he had just the day before but he couldn't push himself high on his stubby front legs as he pressed back, the footfalls of Wilson padding closer on the floor before he gave in.

'Damnit. I can't stand.' Matthew groused to himself as he scrambled to put his rear legs under his body as two hands lifted him into the air, sending his body bending as his short limbs paddled beneath him, searching for the ground as walls and doorways passed by him as the sounds of the room changed, sending his mind for a spin as he was carried through the house toward the back door.

"Out, Gidget. Go play." Wilson gruffly chuffed as Matthew felt the grass under his new paws as he was placed gently on the turf. "You guys can come in later." Wilson grumbled as Matthew fought to turn himself around, nearly tripping himself as his back legs tried to follow the movement of his front pair in the rapid spin before he heard the thud of the back door closing before he managed to orient his head to the door.

Whimpering loudly, Matthew moved toward the door, raising a paw to scratch at it as his tail slid from side to side behind him. He could feel his ears dip as his scratches fell on deaf ears, a huff of displeasure escaping his muzzle as he felt the rumble in his belly.

'You've gotta be kidding me.' He groused as his bladder and guts screamed to be emptied. Without thinking, he dropped his nose to the ground, taking in a deep breath as he caught a scent that screamed to his brain. He couldn't interpret the call, but he trotted after it, not really in full control of his new body. Paws trotted quickly beneath him as his mind fought the demands of his body before taking some control back and looking around, seeing the fence between the houses coming up.

Without even thinking, Matthew dropped to a squat, feeling his tail go up and the rumble in his gut go away as he did his business. Before he could stop himself, he had laid a present on the yard just like a dog would. The shock and revulsion shot through him, almost dropping him atop his refuse before he managed to stop himself.

'What the hell? I'm acting more and like a damned mutt!' His mind screamed at himself before the fullness of his bladder caught him before it slowly decreased. Coming out of his mental seclusion, Matthew could feel his leg hiked to the side as hot urine cascaded out of him as his tongue panted in the cool morning air.

And all he could do is let it happen.

Matthew let his bladder exhaust itself before he trotted forward a few paces, instinctively kicking back to cover his refuse before his mind could regain full control of the instinctive actions of his body. Taking a moment he took a few steps forward, trying to get used to the feeling of having four feet...no, paws on the ground as the wind caught in his nose, almost overwhelming him with scents.

It was the first time he had stopped to even try and figure out what was going on and his mind was racing faster than it ever had before. His head spun from side to side as his ears twitched at the cacophony of sounds assaulting them as he could see the side of his body in his peripheral vision. The short, stubby body behind his head was one he was only familiar with from behind Wilson's legs as he held the two mutts back.

He took a breath, the scents of the back yard filling him as he started trying to move forward, getting used to how to move with his new body, grumbles bouncing through his mind as he tried to make sure he could move around on all fours. The grass and dirt beneath his bare paws felt strange, but as he moved around, he started to feel more and more confident with his gait. He ambled around the yard, trying to get used to moving around on all fours as he racked his mind, trying to figure out just how the world had managed to turn itself upside down this time.

His thoughts were interrupted with a start as something cold slid under his tail, sending a huff of air over him.

With a jump, Matthew nearly landed on his side, twisting his body quickly to keep on all fours. His eyes locked on the other corgi staring at him, his head cocked to the side as if confused. His ears quirked to the side as he licked at his nose. A whimper escaped his maw as he sniffed the air, the scent familiar to part of his mind. But not his conscious mind.

Both pairs of ears perked as the back door opened, a clatter ringing as two bowls of water and food were laid out on the back patio. Wilbur ran toward the patio, Matthew loping behind him as he saw the door into the house close again. Glints of sunlight caught his eye as his new nose caught the scent of the food, his human mind shuddering at the thoughts of his instinctive mind.

Matthew felt the rumble of his stomach crying out for food as he panted softly, shoving his face in the water bowl, trying to quench his dry tongue as he attempted to drink the water, tongue lashing at the water, failing miserably at trying to lap at the water and quench his thirst.

'Dammit!' His mind railed at himself, trying to let the canine half of his brain that had already outsmarted him already try and take over. With each further attempt to get water, his tongue gained just a little more liquid before he finally got the hang of wrapping his longer tongue into a bowl so that he could actually slake his thirst.

It took dozens of tries, but eventually Matt managed to slake his thirst, lapping noisily at the bowl before his stomach screamed out in hunger. A whine escaped his maw as he slowed his lapping, pulling back as he sniffed gently at the pile of kibble in the bowl.

'I'm not a dog.' Matthew growled to himself as he moved toward the bowl full of kibble, his stomach's growl echoing louder than the one that had escaped his throat mere seconds before. The smell of the bowl of hard dog food sent slobber drooling from the corner of his mouth as the canine portion of his mind looked forward to shoving himself face first into the bowl and filling his stomach full. His human mind screamed at the idea, however, not wanting to accept that h needed to eat kibble.

But his hunger was just too much.

Matthew's mind was sent back reeling as he buried his muzzle in the food, attacking the kibble and greedily filling his muzzle with food. He tried to chomp down on the food, feeling some of it rolling out his muzzle as he tried, the taste thankfully dull on his tongue as he swallowed the food as he attacked it.

"Good boy, Gidget." Wilson's voice caught Matthew's ear, his tail wagging involuntarily as he heard the door opening as he chowed down at the food, human mind shunted aside for a few moments as he sated the hunger deep inside him. The canine body that he had gotten had taken him over, giving him no choice as what he wanted to do.

Matthew finished the food, clean bowl quickly being collected as he lapped at the water, getting the taste out of his mouth as he felt the hand across his head as Wilson scratched at his ears, Matthew's tail wagging behind him, feeling his butt wiggle as the pleasure flooded his mind, making him have to think twice about trying to retain his humanity. His tongue slid from his mouth as his mind blanked, thoughts empty as the pleasure flooded through his body as his master scratched his ears.

'My master?' Matthew's mind asked himself as his tail wagged behind him, happy at the attention that he was being paid as he felt the warm feeling spreading through him as he heard the click of a leash on his collar as Wilbur's got clipped on as well.

"Yes, my master" The thought ran unbidden through his mind as he sat on his haunches, tongue wagging as he panted before his human mind could form any thoughts.

With a yank he was pulled to his feet and trotted toward the gate, following behind Wilson like the good dog that he was.