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I must have been drugged or something, because I didn't have the slightest memory about how I got here. All I knew was someone had kidnapped me, stripped me of all my clothes and locked me in a small cage. No chance I could stand up or even stretch my legs. What kind of a sick joke was that?

Next to me were some other guys in the same unfortunate situation. Other than that I could barely see anything. What kind of room was this? From the sounds I would have said, some kind of tiled basement.

I didn't dare to scream for help, in fear that whoever imprisoned us would come and do much worse. The others were breathing, even panting from the sound of it. They were still knocked out, so much was sure. In this case I was lucky that narcotics barely had any effect on me - I had a surgery some years ago where I nearly woke up!

What good was it, though? As far as I could tell, there was a lock on my cage and even if I had a needle, there was no chance I could possibly... wait, it was a lock with numbers! How stupid were these guys? Maybe they didn't have enough locks and had to improvise. What the heck, it wasn't like I would wake up so soon right? - Dumbasses!

Figuring out the combination took me some time anyway, although that gave me some time to come up with a plan. Don't get me wrong; I'm not a James Bond or something like that. Let's say one shouldn't underestimate playing video games, it can save lives too. When I got out, I promised myself I would tell my old teacher, Mrs. Johnson. Her opinion was always that "Killer games" would be my death one day.

Got it! Cautiously I opened the cage and crawled out. Back on two feet I let out a relieved sigh, while stretching myself. I thought about turning up the lights and helping the others escape. No, for the moment that was too risky! One of them might panic and course trouble, on the other hand they were still dazed from the narcotics and could barely walk. I was still a little dizzy myself! It seemed like a better plan to get out on my own and seek for help!

The door wasn't locked. I sneaked out of the room into a hallway, where the air was cool and a bit dusty. There were still no lights I could find. Step by step I groped along the walls, making my way forward through this long hallway. There were lots of other doors, but all were locked. My heart pumped like crazy, the adrenaline rushed through my veins and I had a hard time breathing as quietly as possible.

Finally I found another unlocked door and slowly, as quietly as possible, turned the knob. A thin line of light projected itself at the wall behind me, and got thicker and thicker. It hurt my eyes, all was blurry and shifted, but I recognized a thin, muscular man in a camouflage uniform, sleeping on a chair next to the door. He wasn't a soldier, so much was clear. He had no insignias, maybe he was security or a mercenary.

It took all my courage to slip inside the room, which was some sort of laboratory. I grabbed the fire extinguisher from the wall and hit the guard on the head. For a second his eyes sprung wide open, then he passed out and fell on the floor. I put the extinguisher back, found some duck tape and drug him to a nearby closet. There I stripped him of his clothes, hoping they would fit me. I restrained him with the tape and locked him in the closet.

All dressed up in the uniform, I checked the room for clues as to where I was and how I could escape. I checked the pockets of the uniform, and found a handkerchief as well as the guard's wallet with a few bucks cash, and some keys. The belt was more useful, holding some cuffs a pistol and a baton. I quickly surveyed the room. There were beakers with colorful fluids and machines everywhere. Suddenly I passed a mirror and for the first time I lost control, trembling backwards and accidentally knocked off an Erlenmeyer flask, with a stinking yellow chemical. It crashed and within seconds, there was smoke everywhere.

The fire alarm brought me back to reality and I managed in the last second, to pull the handkerchief out of my breast pocket. I covered my mouth and nose with it to prevent me from breathing in the seemingly poisonous gas, which had the added benefit of masking myself from the guards that arrived in response to the alarm, one of whom brought me outside to safety, presuming I was one of his colleagues, while the others began to evacuate the lab.

Once outside, I found myself in some sort of a Military base, I jumped into the rear end of a leaving truck, rode for a few miles on my way to freedom. As I was lying there, I got to think about what I'd seen, back there, in the lab. In the mirror. My face... it was... deformed somehow. My nose was flattened, blackish... my chin... It seemed as if I was getting... a muzzle?

So that's why they held me imprisoned in this small cage. They had experimented on me and the others, they were turning us into... Dogs? But why?!! Was this some sort of test? Were they planning an attack, turning high officials to canines and conquer the earth? If so, I had to tell someone! Yes, I would show them my face and... no! I don't knew who was involved in this, whom I could trust...

The truck came to a sudden halt. So soon? As far as I could see, we were in the middle of the desert. The next town would be several miles from here. There was only one explanation: The radio! They must have found the guard in the closet and the empty cage. They knew I'd escaped and were searching for me now. They thought of the truck and called the driver, for sure!

I heard him exit the cab, heard his heavy steps, approaching. As the tailgate swung open, I shot him right in the face. They had forgotten the gun, I had stolen with the uniform of the guard. My hands were a bit shaky though. I'd never killed someone in cold blood before, but in this case what other choice had I? Luckily there was no co-driver, so I ditched the driver in the bushes and drove off in the truck.

A look in the rearview mirror showed me my transformation was still going on! My facial hair became more wild and feral, my ears grew and my gums became black. At this speed I had no chance to warn the authorities in time, before I lost the ability to speak. So all I could do was either head back, hoping we can come to an agreement somehow, maybe even convince them to turn me back. Or I could run away, abandon the others, turn to a dog and begin a new life as someone's pet.

The more I thought of it, I realized that wasn't that bad of a thought! Being a human was all work and no play, doing taxes, have to marry, get kids, a house... work your ass off and die. Being a dog, now that was something I could get used to! I sounds totally crazy, but why not? Although, I couldn't convince myself it was okay to abandon the others, who had no choice, who would be enslaved or worse. So I decided, to make these bastards pay! But how?

I looked in the rear mirror and was shocked. Behind me, in the dim light of the slowly rising sun I could recognize the silhouette of a helicopter. Damn! I forgot the GPS! Now what could I do? There was only one way: I pulled out my belt, adjusted it to the Steering wheel, took the helmet of that guard I shot and somehow managed to jam the gas pedal with it. The road was still going on straight forward and I hoped, my little jury-rigging would still take the truck for some miles more. I was lucky to come to a passage with some big rocks and dry bushes, where I could jump out and hide.

I had enormous luck! The truck was still driving and the helicopter passed over my head, still following it, while I lay hidden and waited for a minute. Now what? I stripped out of the uniform and decided that my new developing yellowish fur would be camouflage enough to get through the desert.

It was a cloudy day, nevertheless I had a long hot walk in front of me and no plan what to do. Sometimes the helicopter passed over me again, but of course, my camouflage was perfect. Nonetheless I thought about giving up, letting them take me, as long as I was allowed to drink some water and get some rest.

After hours of walking and panting, finally: Another road. And a gas station. Happy to find my way back to civilization, I almost forgot how I looked now- Like an anthropomorphic abomination. My muzzle wasn't fully grown out yet, my new ears were flapping from the side, I had fur all over my body and a tail, still growing over my ass. At the same time I was still standing on two feet, my remaining human body mass was still recognizable - for a yellow Labrador I was with no doubt too big!

I had no choice! If I stayed out here in the heat of the burning sun I was doomed anyway. So I approached, but to be on the safe side, on all fours. It wasn't easy to begin with, but given time my new canine instincts kicked in and help me out. Unfortunately this was also accelerating my change and as I had finally reached the gas station, I had shrunk, lost body mass, my arms and legs had rearranged, my hands and feet shrunk to mere paws and my tail was fully grown. In short: I was now unrecognizable with a human being and seemed to be a common garden-variety dog.

The owner of the gas station, a nice old man named Jimmy saw me crawling to his door steps. He stroked me, said what a poor dog I was and gave me a bowl of water. I'd preferred a bottle, but was thankful for his offer and managed to wag my tail. At nearly the same time a car drove in. My heart stopped for a second, as I recognized it wasn't a usual costumer, but the local Sheriff. He was big man, with a gut like a barrel, a grayish mustache and lightening grey hair. He had definitely been on duty a long time, but wore his Khaki uniform with youthful pride and authority.

He greeted Jimmy and asked about me. Jimmy just said, he found me wandering through the desert, all skin and bones. The sheriff kneeled down to me, gave me a look to see if I had some markings or something that registered me as someone's pet. I knew if he found none, he would bring me to the pound and that could be my end. So I began to lick his hand, although it smelled dirty and salty as fuck, and gave him my best Dog eyes impression - which was much easier now - and tried everything to befriend him. It seemed to work. He tried some commands on me and although it was a silly business, I did everything he said. That seemed to please him, so much that he decided to take me while waiting to see if someone would call about a missing Dog.

Of course there wasn't anybody! So after a while, I became the Sheriff's new Dog Lou. I got my own collar with a Sheriff's Star on it and slept in the backyard of his house. He gave me plenty to eat - I adapt quick to Dog food, it tastes a little funny, but I can't think of anything better now - played with me, gave me much love and trained me to be a proper Police Dog. It wasn't the civilized life of a human, but I was happy! At the same time, I thought of all the others who weren't so lucky at all, still imprisoned by these sinister Military guys!

One day, surprisingly, two Federal Agents walked into the Sheriff's Office. I was afraid they had something to do with my kidnappers, but they were just there because of a trace of missing people from all over the country that had lead them here. The Sheriff was of course unable to help them. I could have told them everything I knew, but was unsure how to do that! I just sat on my blanket, chewing my favorite toy, watching them speaking to each other and had to make a decision. I had learnt to retain my ability to speak, although I had kept it to myself. I trained it at night, when nobody was there to listen. Now I could use it, help the others!

The problem was, with this step I would risk my new life. I had grown into my role, wore my collar and vest with pride. The people in this town knew and respected me. Okay, I was a dog and in their eyes just an animal. But on the other hand, there was no judgment, no pressure to fit their expectations about how to dress myself, how to behave, to speak. It was simple: If I did something out of the ordinary, people said: That's just how he is, it's part of his personality! I loved my new life! I loved my master and our daily tasks! I loved being taken care of, stroked and given so much appreciation. But of course, it wasn't fair to the others, who had no saying in all that! So I finally gave in... "Wait, I can help you!"

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The Agents were about to leave the office, as they heard someone calling out for them. It was a strange, deep pitched, somehow growling voice. But there was nobody else, except for them, the Sheriff and... They all looked at the Dog! At first, they thought it was joke. A prank the Sheriff prepared for them. But the Canine stood up from his blanket, approached them and now they could see his mouth moving. He told them everything! Who he was, or rather: Had been. A human. Kidnapped and experimented on by these Military looking guys. How he had escaped through the desert and became the Sheriff's dog - he apologized to the Sheriff, who was still digesting the whole story.

With his help the Agents were able to locate the base of the Secret paramilitary organization, which indeed was about to attempt to take over the country by turning their leaders into dogs. Within a week the Government had smoked them out and overpowered them. They would be punished for their crimes. For the many people who where already turned into Dogs, they returned them home where possible, or found new homes with families who had to sign a contract to keep their mouths shut. Others who were keen to do more were recruited for a new secret Unit for the FBI. They would work with Federal agents or go Undercover to spy on criminals.

They also asked Lou, whom they had already declared a hero. But he and the Sheriff had come to an agreement. He stayed his Dog and they kept it secret that he was originally a human, but there were some changes. From now on he had to use the toilet and some sort of DIY bidet - there was no way the Sheriff would take care of his poop any longer! And he got his own room in the house. The Sheriff also insisted he had to learn the law like a real Deputy. Although Lou couldn't do much with it, the Sheriff still had the opinion a human had to earn the right to wear the Sheriff's star. Lou agreed to his terms.

In the first days, the Sheriff had grown a little hesitant about stroking Lou. It was somehow... weird! But now that they could talk with each other and share some of their interests, their friendship grew even bigger. And soon they were cuddling and playing and patrolling again, as if nothing had happened.