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Tiran and Rerim hear that a new greaser gang has come into town... and are having open auditions to join up with them, and if they don't want to join there's money in it for them. Well that money sounds awfully nice...
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I hope you all enjoy, and I would love to hear what you all think! =D
“Greasers… really?” Rerim asked, obvious annoyance on his face as he pulled the flier from his car’s windshield wiper. Tiran chuckled as he pulled out a flier from the car next to Rerim’s and looked it over.
“Are they using corgis as the mascot for their gang? I dunno about you, but in my honest opinion I don’t see corgis as threatening. Just adorable…” Tiran muttered, glancing over the poster with a raised eyebrow. Looking over at his friend he smiled as he waved the posted around mockingly. “You wanna check this out? Apparently they’re having an open call for new greasers, and they’ll pay anyone who doesn’t think it’s worth their time.”
Giving his friend an annoyed frown Tiran could tell that his friend wasn’t amused, but Tiran couldn’t help but chuckle to himself as he looked it over. “It’s just so weird… If they’re going to use an animal why would they use a corgi as their mascot… at least use a cobra or something…”
Rerim didn’t feel compelled at all about becoming a member of some greaser gang… but the cash being offered was compelling… He bit his lip as they drove down the road, and as Tiran glanced the poster over he couldn’t help but look at his friend a few times before sighing. “Where and when are they meeting?”
Tiran grinned at his friend and poked at the paper. “In an hour at Devery Park.”
***
The pair climbed out of the car as the sun was starting to dip beneath the buildings, and they saw that the park was mostly abandoned save for a few people like themselves with posters clutched in hand. As they approached some of the people glanced at them before one of them approached the pair. “Did you hear about the money too?” he asked, grin on his face as they both nodded. “Everyone who’s here is just for the money. Personally I think it’s laughable that greasers are coming back, but the money definetly isn’t a joke. They made an announcement over the intercom that they’re going to be handing out about a hundred bucks to anyone who leaves through the front door.”
“How many people have gone in?” Tiran asked, curiousity twisting his gut.
“No one yet. They said people can start coming in, but to be honest everyone’s a bit afraid they might get shanked on the way in,” the guy admitted, embarrassment obvious from the blush on his cheeks.
For a moment Tiran could see that Rerim was contemplating going right then and there, but he couldn’t deny that he wanted the money a lot. “How does this work?” he asked, determination settling on his face.
“They said all you have to do is listen to them, do one thing and then either leave or pledge yourself to the greasers over the intercom,” the man explained, and Tiran knew then that he and Rerim were going to do it then.
“Then we’ll go in first,” he said confidently, and with a squeak of fear from Rerim he dragged his friend into the building. Inside was cool and surprisingly empty, all there was in the room was a table with little tins of what looked to be grease, and a tinted window next to the door. “Welcome,” a voice said from the window with a small intercom. Tiran and Rerim couldn’t see through the window, but he assumed it was one of the greasers. “You here to join up?” he asked, a smirk easily heard in his voice.
“Well… we’re here to see what’s up,” Tiran said, being careful not to say that they were just there for the money.
Silence for a moment, then a chuckle as the voice spoke once more. “Alright then. All you have to do is take one of those tins on the table each, and slick up your hair nice a tidy. If you want to join in then you’ll pledge yourself through the intercom on the wall in front of the table, and if not then you can leave with some pretty cash in your pockets.”
Tiran and Rerim glanced at one another and shrugged; it didn’t seem too hard of a task, and when they were finished they could pocket a hundred bucks each. They both walked to the table and picked up the tins of hair grease, and as they opened them up they winced as the smell reached them. It wasn’t the best smelling grease, but they knew that all they had to do was slick their hair with it. It was oddly brown, but they didn’t mind as they dipped their hands in and slicked their hair back. “Slick them haircuts nice boys. I don’t want just a simple slick,” the voice called from the intercom, and while the pair didn’t want their hairs that greasy they bit their lips and greased it nice, and though they didn’t even try to style it they formed into greasy pompadours like you’d see in a movie.
At first the pair was shocked as they looked at one another and noticed the pompadours, but the shock at that was short-lived as they realized that the grease wasn’t only affecting their hair, but their entire bodies as well. From where the grease touched their hair rather than a regular black that they thought their hair would become it became bright brown that almost looked like a cream color, and it continued down and they both felt their head as brown fur sprouted from their foreheads. “Wha… what’s going on?!” Rerim shouted, confusion and fear was in both of their faces.
The pair bolted for the door in the hopes they could get away, but they slammed into the door as they realized that they had been locked. “What is this?!” Tiran shouted, anger overwriting his fear as he glared at the tinted glass. The tint suddenly faded and they found themselves looking at a bunch of corgis with similar pompadours with shades over their eyes, and even through the glasses they could see the dog’s eyes swirling.
“You’re gonna be joining the greasers in just a moment, give it a sec… dog,” the leader chuckled, his eyes the only ones not swirling it was obvious that the others had been hypnotized.
“No!” Rerim shouted, attempting to rub off the grease but it seemed impossible as the pompadour seemed permanently greased.
“Oh, I forgot to mention. This grease is perma-grease, as in it will grease up your hair forever leaving you two some of my hypnoed greasers just like these mutts,” the leader said, gesturing towards the others who snickered as they watched the pair start to change.
Grabbing at the side of his head Tiran freaked out as he realized that dog ears were now drooping from the side of his head, and his glasses were even affected as they became shades. “No!” he shouted, and inside of his head he could hear new voices.
“Greasing my hair is cool because I’m a greaser. Vandilising stuff, and being cool is my game. Hanging out with my bro dogs is what I’m gonna do for the rest of my days,” the voice said, and though Tiran tried to plug his dog ears he realized that the voice was directly inside of his mind.
Rerim grabbed at his face… muzzle as he tried to stop the transformation, but as the smell of grease filled the air he realized that the smell must’ve been also inducing hypnosis as he suddenly felt like breaking a window against his better judgment. He tried to close his nose with his fingers, but seeing as his fingers were still coated in the grease and would be forever now he only succeeding in getting some on his nose. The smell flooded his senses, and Rerim gaped as his mind started to deconstruct all real intelligence and replace it with the goon that was the new greaser.
As Tiran watched himself change he realized that not only was his pompadour greased, but all of his fur was. It was like he had been dipped in a vat of latex, but instead it smelled of car grease. “Cars are cool, I’m gonna work on a bunch of cars and be cool as I ride around with my other dogs,” the voice continued, and though Tiran had been wearing normal clothes just a moment before he watched as he clothes formed into a leather jacket over a white shirt that was already become stained with oil and grease.
Both of them noticed that they were losing height as well as the table seemed taller, and that was when Tiran realized that the intercom was far lower than it should’ve been, and he bit his lip as he realized that they never had a chance of leaving normally. “Tiran, I can’t…” Rerim muttered, trying to close his nostrils once more but it was useless as his eyes started to spin. “I can’t resist ‘cause… the smells are so good…” he said, his voice started to become more greasy just like the greasers’.
“Re… Rerim no…” Tiran grunted, but already he knew he was giving in as his clothes finished with him dressed in leather and ripped blue jeans. His arms and legs had shrunk leaving him with dog paws, but he could stand just as he did as a human.
As Rerim’s glasses finished changing Tiran could practically hear Rerim break as a smirk crossed the dog’s face. “Ya gotta stop resistin’ bud. Get some grease under that snout,” he chuckled, reaching over with his grease covered paw and rubbing it on Tiran’s nose.
Tiran stopped breathing through his nose and started with his mouth, but still the voices continued on. “Cars, bros, grease, breaking stuff, it’s all I should do as a greaser~” the voice sang, old music even started playing from the 50s.
Realizing that his body was now coated in the perma grease Tiran realized that it was becoming futile, but as he looked around desperately he saw the grease can. On it there was a small line that he could see with his new dog eyes that said that the product wasn’t permanent for ten minutes, and that until then water would wash it off! Tiran looked around desperately, and thank god there was a bathroom that he’d missed. Sprinting towards it he slammed into the door and thanked heaven that it was unlocked, and with a quick movement he put his head under the sink and opened his mouth wide and turned the faucet on just to be sprayed by the brown grease.
Tiran found that his body wouldn’t move even as he tried to tug out from underneath the faucet, and the grease took effect as the glasses turned to shades and his frown became a grin. He slid out from underneath the faucet with a greaser smirk, and wiped his jaw of the grease. “That’s some good grease,” he chuckled, and as he stepped out the others greeted him with a slap to his back. His eyes spiraled just as Rerim’s did, and the pair both walked up to the intercom. “We pledge ourselves to the greasers, and we won’t be comin’ back to no simple city life!” they both shouted, and started to laugh as the other dogs did as well knowing that even if the pair wanted to they would never turn back anyways.
The boss corgi chuckled as he picked up the tin and glanced at the warning. In truth the grease was still permanent even with water, but for anyone like Tiran who might get the urge to run away they might get false hope. The grease in the sink wasn’t poisonous, but instead was a special drinkable variety that he had made just in case. “Now you two, you’re gonna be Butch and Lenny.” Rerim now Butch, and Tiran now Lenny both grinned.
“Yeah boss,” they both said, happy to do anything their boss told them.
The dogs then walked back into the room and with a button press the door unlocked. “Now accepting more applicants,” the boss chuckled, watching as the door was slowly pushed open by a nervous newcomer. “Application proven to be permanent,” he chuckled under his breath, watching as the next new member was eyeing the window just as the last two did.

Tiran and Rerim hear that a new greaser gang has come into town... and are having open auditions to join up with them, and if they don't want to join there's money in it for them. Well that money sounds awfully nice...
1
I hope you all enjoy, and I would love to hear what you all think! =D
“Greasers… really?” Rerim asked, obvious annoyance on his face as he pulled the flier from his car’s windshield wiper. Tiran chuckled as he pulled out a flier from the car next to Rerim’s and looked it over.
“Are they using corgis as the mascot for their gang? I dunno about you, but in my honest opinion I don’t see corgis as threatening. Just adorable…” Tiran muttered, glancing over the poster with a raised eyebrow. Looking over at his friend he smiled as he waved the posted around mockingly. “You wanna check this out? Apparently they’re having an open call for new greasers, and they’ll pay anyone who doesn’t think it’s worth their time.”
Giving his friend an annoyed frown Tiran could tell that his friend wasn’t amused, but Tiran couldn’t help but chuckle to himself as he looked it over. “It’s just so weird… If they’re going to use an animal why would they use a corgi as their mascot… at least use a cobra or something…”
Rerim didn’t feel compelled at all about becoming a member of some greaser gang… but the cash being offered was compelling… He bit his lip as they drove down the road, and as Tiran glanced the poster over he couldn’t help but look at his friend a few times before sighing. “Where and when are they meeting?”
Tiran grinned at his friend and poked at the paper. “In an hour at Devery Park.”
***
The pair climbed out of the car as the sun was starting to dip beneath the buildings, and they saw that the park was mostly abandoned save for a few people like themselves with posters clutched in hand. As they approached some of the people glanced at them before one of them approached the pair. “Did you hear about the money too?” he asked, grin on his face as they both nodded. “Everyone who’s here is just for the money. Personally I think it’s laughable that greasers are coming back, but the money definetly isn’t a joke. They made an announcement over the intercom that they’re going to be handing out about a hundred bucks to anyone who leaves through the front door.”
“How many people have gone in?” Tiran asked, curiousity twisting his gut.
“No one yet. They said people can start coming in, but to be honest everyone’s a bit afraid they might get shanked on the way in,” the guy admitted, embarrassment obvious from the blush on his cheeks.
For a moment Tiran could see that Rerim was contemplating going right then and there, but he couldn’t deny that he wanted the money a lot. “How does this work?” he asked, determination settling on his face.
“They said all you have to do is listen to them, do one thing and then either leave or pledge yourself to the greasers over the intercom,” the man explained, and Tiran knew then that he and Rerim were going to do it then.
“Then we’ll go in first,” he said confidently, and with a squeak of fear from Rerim he dragged his friend into the building. Inside was cool and surprisingly empty, all there was in the room was a table with little tins of what looked to be grease, and a tinted window next to the door. “Welcome,” a voice said from the window with a small intercom. Tiran and Rerim couldn’t see through the window, but he assumed it was one of the greasers. “You here to join up?” he asked, a smirk easily heard in his voice.
“Well… we’re here to see what’s up,” Tiran said, being careful not to say that they were just there for the money.
Silence for a moment, then a chuckle as the voice spoke once more. “Alright then. All you have to do is take one of those tins on the table each, and slick up your hair nice a tidy. If you want to join in then you’ll pledge yourself through the intercom on the wall in front of the table, and if not then you can leave with some pretty cash in your pockets.”
Tiran and Rerim glanced at one another and shrugged; it didn’t seem too hard of a task, and when they were finished they could pocket a hundred bucks each. They both walked to the table and picked up the tins of hair grease, and as they opened them up they winced as the smell reached them. It wasn’t the best smelling grease, but they knew that all they had to do was slick their hair with it. It was oddly brown, but they didn’t mind as they dipped their hands in and slicked their hair back. “Slick them haircuts nice boys. I don’t want just a simple slick,” the voice called from the intercom, and while the pair didn’t want their hairs that greasy they bit their lips and greased it nice, and though they didn’t even try to style it they formed into greasy pompadours like you’d see in a movie.
At first the pair was shocked as they looked at one another and noticed the pompadours, but the shock at that was short-lived as they realized that the grease wasn’t only affecting their hair, but their entire bodies as well. From where the grease touched their hair rather than a regular black that they thought their hair would become it became bright brown that almost looked like a cream color, and it continued down and they both felt their head as brown fur sprouted from their foreheads. “Wha… what’s going on?!” Rerim shouted, confusion and fear was in both of their faces.
The pair bolted for the door in the hopes they could get away, but they slammed into the door as they realized that they had been locked. “What is this?!” Tiran shouted, anger overwriting his fear as he glared at the tinted glass. The tint suddenly faded and they found themselves looking at a bunch of corgis with similar pompadours with shades over their eyes, and even through the glasses they could see the dog’s eyes swirling.
“You’re gonna be joining the greasers in just a moment, give it a sec… dog,” the leader chuckled, his eyes the only ones not swirling it was obvious that the others had been hypnotized.
“No!” Rerim shouted, attempting to rub off the grease but it seemed impossible as the pompadour seemed permanently greased.
“Oh, I forgot to mention. This grease is perma-grease, as in it will grease up your hair forever leaving you two some of my hypnoed greasers just like these mutts,” the leader said, gesturing towards the others who snickered as they watched the pair start to change.
Grabbing at the side of his head Tiran freaked out as he realized that dog ears were now drooping from the side of his head, and his glasses were even affected as they became shades. “No!” he shouted, and inside of his head he could hear new voices.
“Greasing my hair is cool because I’m a greaser. Vandilising stuff, and being cool is my game. Hanging out with my bro dogs is what I’m gonna do for the rest of my days,” the voice said, and though Tiran tried to plug his dog ears he realized that the voice was directly inside of his mind.
Rerim grabbed at his face… muzzle as he tried to stop the transformation, but as the smell of grease filled the air he realized that the smell must’ve been also inducing hypnosis as he suddenly felt like breaking a window against his better judgment. He tried to close his nose with his fingers, but seeing as his fingers were still coated in the grease and would be forever now he only succeeding in getting some on his nose. The smell flooded his senses, and Rerim gaped as his mind started to deconstruct all real intelligence and replace it with the goon that was the new greaser.
As Tiran watched himself change he realized that not only was his pompadour greased, but all of his fur was. It was like he had been dipped in a vat of latex, but instead it smelled of car grease. “Cars are cool, I’m gonna work on a bunch of cars and be cool as I ride around with my other dogs,” the voice continued, and though Tiran had been wearing normal clothes just a moment before he watched as he clothes formed into a leather jacket over a white shirt that was already become stained with oil and grease.
Both of them noticed that they were losing height as well as the table seemed taller, and that was when Tiran realized that the intercom was far lower than it should’ve been, and he bit his lip as he realized that they never had a chance of leaving normally. “Tiran, I can’t…” Rerim muttered, trying to close his nostrils once more but it was useless as his eyes started to spin. “I can’t resist ‘cause… the smells are so good…” he said, his voice started to become more greasy just like the greasers’.
“Re… Rerim no…” Tiran grunted, but already he knew he was giving in as his clothes finished with him dressed in leather and ripped blue jeans. His arms and legs had shrunk leaving him with dog paws, but he could stand just as he did as a human.
As Rerim’s glasses finished changing Tiran could practically hear Rerim break as a smirk crossed the dog’s face. “Ya gotta stop resistin’ bud. Get some grease under that snout,” he chuckled, reaching over with his grease covered paw and rubbing it on Tiran’s nose.
Tiran stopped breathing through his nose and started with his mouth, but still the voices continued on. “Cars, bros, grease, breaking stuff, it’s all I should do as a greaser~” the voice sang, old music even started playing from the 50s.
Realizing that his body was now coated in the perma grease Tiran realized that it was becoming futile, but as he looked around desperately he saw the grease can. On it there was a small line that he could see with his new dog eyes that said that the product wasn’t permanent for ten minutes, and that until then water would wash it off! Tiran looked around desperately, and thank god there was a bathroom that he’d missed. Sprinting towards it he slammed into the door and thanked heaven that it was unlocked, and with a quick movement he put his head under the sink and opened his mouth wide and turned the faucet on just to be sprayed by the brown grease.
Tiran found that his body wouldn’t move even as he tried to tug out from underneath the faucet, and the grease took effect as the glasses turned to shades and his frown became a grin. He slid out from underneath the faucet with a greaser smirk, and wiped his jaw of the grease. “That’s some good grease,” he chuckled, and as he stepped out the others greeted him with a slap to his back. His eyes spiraled just as Rerim’s did, and the pair both walked up to the intercom. “We pledge ourselves to the greasers, and we won’t be comin’ back to no simple city life!” they both shouted, and started to laugh as the other dogs did as well knowing that even if the pair wanted to they would never turn back anyways.
The boss corgi chuckled as he picked up the tin and glanced at the warning. In truth the grease was still permanent even with water, but for anyone like Tiran who might get the urge to run away they might get false hope. The grease in the sink wasn’t poisonous, but instead was a special drinkable variety that he had made just in case. “Now you two, you’re gonna be Butch and Lenny.” Rerim now Butch, and Tiran now Lenny both grinned.
“Yeah boss,” they both said, happy to do anything their boss told them.
The dogs then walked back into the room and with a button press the door unlocked. “Now accepting more applicants,” the boss chuckled, watching as the door was slowly pushed open by a nervous newcomer. “Application proven to be permanent,” he chuckled under his breath, watching as the next new member was eyeing the window just as the last two did.
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