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Keagan was never the sort to miss classes, yet I always teased him that this is how it would start. Him and I had gone through school together for a majority of our lives. We were best friends to a level of which most people were uncomfortable with. We shared lunches, almost always went on double dates, and our early-aged penchant for sharing a bed during sleepovers served to start the rumor that we were actually boyfriends, a scandal to say the least in our small town. Keagan and I waved it off as the nonsense it was though. Nothing was wrong with being gay, but our dogs just simply didn't bark that way. By high school we were screwing girls like dogs, so nobody else made a big deal about it. The difference in the girls we got did show the inevitable difference in our maturing personalities though. As class president, debate team captain, and voted "most likely to succeed" I always got the girls who liked a straight-laced, charismatic idealist like me. Keagan, on the other hand, got the jock chasers, cheerleaders, and muscle-lovers. We both made it to the same university, but while I made it on a series of academic scholarships, he showed up due to his prowess in rugby. I rented my own off-campus apartment, and he joined up with the rowdiest fraternity at the school. That's when I started joking with him, "First you'll start missing classes, and then you'll be just a dumb jock like the rest of them."

We both laughed at the time. Sure we were starting to part into our different worlds, but we were still the best of friends with the same basic ethics and principles. We were good guys. We didn't do drugs. We did good in school. We were the role-models of our town, sort of the community golden boys really, so everyone expected us to come back the same way we left. Both of us expected the same, and it seemed like that was how it was going to be for the first few weeks of classes. The university didn't have much room for variance in class choices for freshmen. You had to get your core classes out of the way after all, so Keagan and I had enrolled in the same classes as much as we could manage which meant we spent the large part of the day together. He or I would have the odd elective apart, but our reputation for constantly being together quickly followed us to the university. It was only after our last class for the day that he'd go off to join the rugby team for practice while I met up with any one of the various clubs I was a part of. I parted ways with the zebra with the unquestionable knowledge that I would meet up with him in class the next day.

Weird things started to happen with Keagan the longer we attended the university though. Keagan was always smart as a whip. He had a sharp wit and a smarter tongue. While the rest of his jock friends would pollute theirs phrasing with "man" and "dude," Keagan was always concise and never slow to develop an eloquent way to convey exactly what he wanted to say the moment he thought of what he wanted to say. I used to push him to join the debate club because of that very trait, but he'd always decline on the grounds that he'd become too competitive with me. I always thought that was a poor excuse for someone as smart as he was though. I always suspected he was just trying to give his teammates less to single him out for. That's why between classes one day I picked up the old argument and proposed that he joined the university debate club. The club was strictly for practice, as it was the "debate team" that actually went to competitions, and the club accepted anyone who signed up for it. I finished my piece, expecting a well thought out argument for the antithesis of mine the moment I closed my mouth, yet nothing came. We walked through the halls for minutes in silence, and everytime I glanced over at my friend I saw a severely pensive expression on his face. In the past he'd only ever pondered his responses when he had something immensely profound to say, so I was not inclined to interrupt his thought. Instead I waited until we walked all the way across the campus to our next class. He paused outside the door to the classroom for a moment, took a deep breath, and on the exhale sighed a single aloof sentence.

"I dunno', man."

Then Keagan just walked inside the classroom like nothing out of the ordinary happened. It was a little thing, but it was so wildly out of character for Keagan. Coming from him, he might as well have not answered me at all. I wasn't sure whether to be confused, insulted, concerned, or just take the whole thing as a joke. In lieu of clarification, I chalked it up to exhaustion. Quite a few of the classes we were taking had quizzes coming up, and even saying what I could about Keagan's academic prowess, he was a procrastinator at heart. Knowing him, he was probably just overwhelmed between rugby practice and waiting until the last minute to study, so I gave him some space for the rest of the day. I walked from class to class with him and sat next to him like I always did, and all the while he had that same preoccupied expression on his face. His eyes seemed a bit glassy, and I'm fairly certain he started drooling at a few different times too. If his answer to my question didn't serve as evidence to him burning the midnight oil, the fact that I had to nudge him every time we needed to go to our next class confirmed it. Then we parted ways to go to our separate electives and I didn't see him in the next class we had together that day. If I had to guess, I'd say nobody nudged him.

I came to class the next day hoping that Keagan would be back to his usual self, but instead the glass-eyed zombie made his second big debut. I asked him if he was okay, not assuming this time, and was answered with a dull glance over my person which was eventually followed with a concerning, "Yeah, man."

Keagan was like this for about a week. Through it all I kept nudging him and guiding him through the halls of the school. If I didn't he would get distracted by some inane thing. One time I lost sight of him and had to backtrack all the way to an old vending machine where I found the zebra longingly gazing in at the assortment of pricey snacks. It took me a while to get him moving again, and I actually had to take him by the hand and pull him away from the machine he seemed so strangely magnetized to. Needless to say, he made us late for the first time that year. Seeing what a problem he was having, I started serving as his chaperone, escorting him from class to class and usually holding his hand all the while. We got a lot of strange looks to say the least, and while I blushed at the unwanted yet warranted attention to the strangeness of the situation, Keagan didn't seem to care anymore about the stares than he did about getting to class on time. Keagan didn't seem to really care about anything, so eventually I decided to see what was making him act this way. The first place I went was the frat house.

The place looked like a piece of modern art. A three story house with an optimal amount of windows for natural light and a beautifully victorian design, the house should have been a simple delight to lay eyes on, but as it belonged to the infamous Beta Alpha Alpha fraternity, it was a mess. The lawn had long-since died away leaving only the dirt to be made mud by the sprinkler system that activated nightly, ignorant of the lack of vegetation. Strewn about the front of the house were various discarded pieces of litter sunken amongst the muck. A half submerged tractor tire rose from a pool of mud standing vertically and begging the question of how it got there. Piles of empty glass bottles and cans stacked up to the height of my waist were frequent eyesores. The house itself seemed quite dingy as well. The dull paint of the building appeared to be peeling in various spots along the sides. The wooden beams supporting the front overhang all tilted one way or another. As I stepped up on the porch every one of the boards I stepped on creaked so boisterously that I swore that any one of them were going to give out from under me. Surprisingly none of them did though, and I made my way to the door.

It was already dark, but I saw that nearly all of the lights of the house were on through the tattered drapes drawn in every window. Thus I was not shy to ring the doorbell once or twice, loudly knocking when still no one answered the door. When someone did answer the door, I flinched. The smell from inside was barbarous, assaulting my nose as if a cannon had been fired up each of my nostrils. It smelled as if someone had been burning the other three brothers of the front lawn's tire in the house. It smelled like every guy in the fraternity had passed gas for the entire day without bothering to open a single one of the ample quantity of windows. Most prominently though, it smelled like someone had been smoking the biggest, worst bowl of weed I had ever smelled. I didn't even see who had answered the door before my eyes were thrown to the floor and I began coughing, choking, and gagging due to the foul stench. The guy who answered the door was either unphased or not amused as he simply uttered a dull, "Sup."

Still looking at the floor with watering eyes, I gasped between wheezing breaths, "I'm... looking... for Keagan."

"Huh," the voice answered with a tone of finality and said no more until I collected myself and looked up to see who I was talking to.

Before me in the brightness of the lit entryway stood a particularly tall and brutish-looking gorilla. His gait was large and masculine. His arms bore a fair amount of muscle, yet there was also ample fat to the large limbs. A prominent beer belly ballooned out from the ape, and his sixable, grungy tie-dye shirt only covered it up to just above his belly. On the whole the ape's physique bore more resemblance to that of a thirty-something who lost his best days to college instead of a young guy who should be living his college years. His face told a story of a college student who very much was enjoying himself though. The gorilla's eyes were a very distinct reddish tinge, a little glazed over, and unless I was mistaken, just a little cross eyes. He didn't look at me. Instead, the large gorilla being taller than me, looked over me and straight ahead into the darkness. I did have the distinct privilege of being eye-level with the ape's gaping mouth, however, and got to watch as a flow of drool flowed out of it, down an already well-established trail on his chin, and to the ground.

"Is he here?" I asked the gorilla, know looking up into the dazed creatures crossed eyes.

"Uuuuuuuuuuh..."

"Don't mind him," a gruff voice said from behind the gorilla. The brute sorted of jolted before lazily stepping aside with a euphoric expression to reveal a ram. He was about my height, a fair five and a half feet or so, and either had a girth to his figure. Wether this was due to a particularly fluffy wool or his body shape, I couldn't tell. He had on a worn, dingy hemp shirt and had an odd-looking cigarette to match. I had also never seen a ram with a fleece like his. Every sheep I had ever met took such pride in their appearance, yet this ram's fleece looked like it was hauled out of the same dumpster that must have overturned into the front word. The thing was covered any number of stains, a majority I was not able to identify, and it was an unkempt, oily sheen that glistened a disgusting off-white color in the dull yellow light of the porch. Though the worst part of the his presence was the smell. It seemed to intensify around the ram, and it was beyond me to mentally ascertain how just one ram could emit such a complexly foul odour. The disgusting odour also seemed to have the strange effect of dulling my mental capacity for just a bit. As it is hard to concentrate when a loud noise or bright light distracts you so did this intense scent derail my train of thought.

"He's a bit dull whenever he smokes pot," the ram continued as reached up to caress the smiling, drooling ape's head. "Isn't that right, Bruno?"

Bruno gave no response other than mumbling a few slurred words that I couldn't make out. It did seem that the ram had caused the gorilla to drool more however as there was now a puddle forming at the ape's feet.

"But I thought pot- I mean marijuana. Isn't it, um..." I stumbled over my words, suddenly finding myself very light-headed. There felt like there were rules or something I should be concerned about, yet I couldn't quite wrap my head around the idea. It felt like it was something not worth worrying about, which considered me to a minor degree. I had always been a rules-oriented person. I didn't want to get in trouble. What did that mean, "not worth worrying about?"

"Woah, bro," the ram calmly exclaimed. "You okay, man?"

"M' fine," I mumbled, clasping the bridge of my nose in my paw in an attempt to regain focus. "Have you seen Keagan around?"

The ram put a hoove to chin in a thoughtful pose, exposing the dark stain under his armpit. The smell became stronger and distinctly more like sweat. Bruno seemed to also become a bit agitated at this, moaning a bit louder than he had before. The drool puddle became a small lake. Meanwhile, that light-headed feeling between my ears became just a hair stronger.

"He's that zebra, right?" the ram casually queried. "On the football team?"

"Yeah," I simply answered, now struggling to remember exactly why I was here.

"Ah, I think he's upstairs. Why don't we take a looksie?"

With that the ram turned around in a tornado of bushy, gross wool and started walking away from the entryway. I glanced to Bruno, still smiling dully at nothing in particular and lazily slumped against the wall. Seeing that he wasn't going anywhere, I shrugged, went past him, and followed the ram into the dark frat house. I quickly found that the inside was barely any better than the outside. Beer bottles and cigarette butts were discarded everywhere. Giant muscled lunks lumbered about brainlessly, drool and smiles adorning their faces. It was like a trashy funhouse, yet I never got to see much. I struggled to keep up with the ram, though not because he moved particularly fast. It was just the smell. It seemed to toy with my mind, make my perceptions move slower. By the time I entered a room and had just started to take stock of my surroundings, it always seemed as if the ram was on his way out. I'd only ever catch the sight of muscle, hear a strange crinkling sound, and be assaulted by even more of the awful odour before I had to leave to another room with the sheep. There were also a lot of rooms in the house which meant I got to smell a lot of that aforementioned terrible, mind-numbing smell which only served to slow my perceptions even further. By the time the ram stopped in front of me I had remembered nothing of the last several rooms and struggled to remember who I was even here for. Only when I actually saw Keagan did I actually truly remember.

There slumped in a beanie bag beyond the odiferous ram was my friend, and from the wide smile spread across his face, I properly assumed that he was taking a happy little trip on cloud nine. He had a thick joint in his hoof, and his eyes bore that red tinge and seemed to be vaguely crossed like everyone else's in the house. The smile dripped a now familiar thin line of drool down his chin and collected in a pool on his bare, muscular chest. It was a sight to behold. I had spent most of my life with the guy, and I had never seen him so out of it in his life. I'd been to parties were, despite my concerns, he partook of some weed. I'd seen him drunk at several different parties too. Keagan only ever got giggly when intoxicated, no matter what he took. He was always a very lively, active person. Now he looked nearly lebotomized. To say that it freaked me out is a bit of an understatement, and that was even before the ram stepped aside to reveal the lower half of the zebra. For some reason Keagan wasn't wearing any pants. Instead, drooping below the chiseled abs of the mostly naked zebra, was a thick, poofy diaper, and from the looks of its slightly yellowish tint, it had already been used.

"Keagan," I exclaimed, my own surprise overwhelming the lethargic effect the stench had on my brain, "what the fu-"

"It's a Beta-Alpha-Alpha thing," the ram calmly interjected from between tokes on his own smoldering joint. "A bit of a hazing, if you will."

"Fuck you," I growled, shoving past the ram and to Keagan. I came down on one knee and looked into his face. There wasn't a single spark of recognition in his face. I had heard of this shit before, fraternities thinking its cute to treat their new members like they were subhuman while subjecting them to acts of cruel, animal barbarism. Though as his crossed-eyes stared through me, not at me, I realized I'd never heard of anything this bizarre and twisted before. Whatever they did, they'd fucked him up bad. I clasped both hands on his shoulders and tried to shake him out of it.

"Keagan?" I called into the seemingly dead mind of my whacked out friend. "Keagan, can you hear me?"

His lips began to open, and my heart lifted.

"Baaaaaaaaaaaa," my friend laxly bleated into my face and dropped my heart once again.

"Wait did you do to him?" I barked at the ram lazily grinning nearby, hoping that I didn't show how scared I was for my friend.

"Nothing really," the ram answered laggardly. "Ya see, a big dirty ram like me has a way with big hunky frat boys like him. It's not that I really do anything intentionally, but them big boys like him just have a mighty need to fit in. They come to big fraternities like these, and they just hang out like bros. It's not my fault that I happen to make hanging out an art form. I just have an air that makes people relax around me. I've been told it's my natural je ne sais quoi."

When he started speaking French the ram subtly bent forward, thrusting his waist forward. I gawked to see that Keagan wasn't the only one wearing a diaper. How had I not seen it before? This ram was wearing one too, except on the particularly large ram it seemed at least three times larger than Keagan's. The ram's diaper also seemed much more used than Keagan's. The entirety of the giant infinitile garment seemed to be stained a deep golden yellow, and the back was colored a disturbing shade of brown. The ram took the joint to his muzzle and his face relaxed. A hissing filled the relative silence of the room, and the air became awash in the pungent stench that I was becoming more and more familiar with. My mind became fuzzy again, and before I knew it, I was drooling a little bit too.

"See, it's something about my musk: my body odour, my filth, and every other smell I'm capable of making bodily. It just makes the average mind simple, relaxed..."

The ram's hooves clopped towards me, still on my knees with my head now swimming in a fog of raunch. His hands clasped around my dizzy head while a part of me still struggled to be mad, to help Keagan, to get out of there! Then the hands slowly eased my snout into the crotch of the ram's diaper. Without thinking, I breathed through my nose and simultaneously took in the thick stench of the odiferous diaper. It was then, at the bizarre smell of weed and urine that assaulted my sense of smell so thoroughly, that my mind all but disappeared. My mouth gaped wide open with an equally wide grin. My vision became blurry as my eyes crossed. I moaned as felt an erection growing in pants. After all, it felt so good.

"...pliable," the ram chuckled. "It's not really on me. Frankly, I think I'm doing y'all a favor. College is supposed to be fun after all, a fuckin' party!"

The ram leaned over and put his mouth to my ear.

"It's not a fuckin' crime if I murmer the secrets of happiness into your ear, stuff like, 'good sheep keep simple minds in their heads,' or, 'good sheep love their ram.'"

The ram kneeled down in front of my and cupped my erect cock.

"Though we might need to make sure you're nice and protected like your friend here. After all, 'good stoner sheep are too lazy for bathroom breaks...'" ________________

No one seemed to understand the sudden changes that came over me and Keagan after we got to college, but I think that they were really just inevitable. We had always been so inseparable, and we had become more and more distant over the years. We were both searching for happiness in our own way, him through athleticism and me through academics. Really, we were lucky. Who knows what would've happened if we happened run into our ram, Ovan? Sure I had previously had my doubts about the sheep, but now that I was one, I saw the logic to his claims. He was just showing us how to happy leading simple, obedient lives. In a world with rams like him, sheep like us don't worry about things like sports or brains. We the grass, get fat, and keep blank minds. That's how you find happiness.

As soon as Ovan and I spent that first night together everything since has been a bit of a blur. I remember leaving the frat house in the morning to relinquish ownership of my dorm. I told my roomates to keep my stuff. The old me would've worried about how I'd move all of my stuff into my new place to live, but I didn't. I'm a lazy sheep. I'll just use whatever comes the herd's way. Then I had myself removed from the roster of all the extra clubs I belonged to so I could spend all of my extra time at the house with Ovan and my herd. It turns out that Keagan had done the same thing some time ago, quitting the rugby team for full and proper immersion into Beta Alpha Alpha. It was the right thing to do, after all.

These days Keagan and I still spend most of our classes together. No one sits near us like they used to. They've seemed to have noticed the herd smell on us. Nobody from Beta Alpha Alpha washed their clothes or bathed like everyone else did. Why would we? We aren't slaves to stress and society like they are. We enjoy our funky musk. We're even aroused by it. It was never unusual to see a member of the fraternity rubbing the crotch of his pants while deeply snorting their fur or their pits. People thought it was strange, but everyone tended to forget it too. Ovan said it had something to do with his special scent again. I never questioned it.

Because Keagan and I had classes together though we were lucky. In almost every class we had together we'd spend most of it lazily making out in the back, our tongues sloppily slurping or caressing whatever it found on the other sheep, inside the mouth or out. We'd huff each other's ripe scent and hump up against each other. Nobody ever seemed to remember a thing after class, despite how many gawking stares we got during it. On a few occasions the whole class forgot what they were have supposed to learned, even the teacher. It always made for a funny sight to watch the teacher scrambling to teach two lessons, one of which they already taught and forgot about because they were too busy watching us snogging.

I think the best part of being in the herd is coming back from classes though. The moment we're through the front door that beautifully stench wafts into our noses and makes us all freshly blank. We strip sdown to our diapers with the rest of the heard, sagging heavily from a full day's use, and start lighting up the joints that Ovan is always able to provide. He always says that a good ram finds good grass for his sheep to graze on. Then we lay back in whatever place we choose and let our minds go blank, not a care in our empty heads as the time flies by and we freely piss it all away. Ovan will come by every once and awhile to change us while we graze. He'll snort our used diaper too and tell us what good sheep we are. That always gives me a boner. Sometimes I'll hump with it in my fresh padding, but most of the time I'm too lazy. I just lie back and be stupid next to Keagan, just like always