Dog

Steve felt his stomach drop as it stopped. His head suddenly spinning with an intense migrane. Steve got up off the chair, now free to move. Suddenly it all cleared and his body fell to the floor. "Steve!" Jacob, the closest to the now unconsious person, tried to get up but couldn't. "Steve are you okay?" The body took in a deep breath letting Jacob sigh in relief.

Steve sniffed, his body moving again. His hands moved a bit as he pushed himself up. His body, even on fours, swung as he tried to balance himself. Steve opened his eyes and looked around, whining slightly. "Shit he is full on dog." Johnny's word loudly filled the room and gave steve something to focus on. "Shit."

Steve on fours made his way to Johnny, his passage stopped when he got to Johnny's legs. He sniffed them before looking up. Johnny sat uncomfortable near the muscled man acting exactly like a dog. Steve sat down and barked. "Mark, help me out here." Mark growled loudly and Steve ducked his head whining. "Please."

"Fuck you. Steve is too good for you even as a dog." Marks spiteful words hit Johnny hard. Johnny glared. "Your actions only prove it."

"Oh like your any better? You like piss and have a fucking tail. Hell you growl at everyone."

"At least I don't hurt others on purpose." Mark tapped his chair trying to coax Steve closer. "C'mon Steve." Mark's soft words made Steve perk up and slowly walk closer. Mark made a soft whine in his throat coaxing the dog closer. Steve sniffed his hands before leaning into his palm. "Good boy." Mark slowly pet his head, feeling a little uncomfortable at the weird senario.

"Fucking Weirdo." Mark shot his own glare at Johnny before returning to Steve. The muscles slowly relaxing as Steve got head pats.