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Chapter 2: Campus Mischief

Player 1:

Gregor shot up on uneasy footing. He was exhausted, but his body was running off of pure panic-laced adrenaline. He wiped himself off using Drew's shorts and dressed himself as quickly as he could. He went to the dormitory door and locked it on his way out. He ran to his own dorm and locked the door behind him.

He leaned against the door, clutching his chest. His heart was beating too far to even feel the palpitations. A million questions were running through his head at once, but they seemed to calm when he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He had a two-mirror setup so he could check his front and back sides after working out. The seat of his shorts was soaked through with cum. It was a steak gray with large white splotches soaking through. One trickled down and hit his hardwood floors with a plop.

He shed the shorts and looked at himself in the mirror. He spread his legs and watched as a mass of white matter dribbled down his thigh. It was almost hypnotic. Thankfully there were no windows to his apartment. No one could see him like this or how he would be.

He went to his bed and reached under the mattress to remove a hairband. The band was a simple strap of clear plastic, but attached to the top were a small pair of antlers. He slid it through his hair and carefully tucked himself between his legs. "Fuck..." He muttered under his breath. Here he was pretending to be a doe, stuffed to bursting with a breeding buck's seed. His hand absently went around to his ass and stroked along the gaping hole. His fingers danced around, schlicking through the viscous fluid. He felt... right. No one would understand this odd dysphoria...

He felt a twinge of pain in his chest, as he slowly fell down to his knees. Cum puddled on the floor beneath him. He turned on his Bluetooth speaker using his phone and cried into his hands.

Why couldn't he be normal?

If he had just been born a doe, then he wouldn't have to deal with this!

Player 2:

The next morning came too soon. Gregor would wake up with his antler headband slid down onto his pillow. He could still smell Drew's musk on his ass. It felt.. oddly right. His underwear drawer, however, felt very wrong. Every pair of mens underwear in it was gone, replaced with girly panties that grew increasingly sexy and naughty the further back Gregor went. There were some that looked just cute, such as white with pink polkadots... and then later in one with a heart on the butt, bright red and clearly covering a gap that could be parted to allow easy access to a certain hole... and by the end, it had turned entirely into sexy lingerie, complete with a deer tail-tipped butt plug!

Had someone pulled a prank on Gregor?

If he checked his phone, he'd see a few text messages from Drew. His friend was going to be busy all morning, because he'd apparently started his rut early this season and wanted to wait until his medicine kicked in so he didn't accidentally try to rape anyone. Drew seemed not to remember anything more than Gregor had been feeling unwell last night, however, and wanted to make sure his friend was all right. He cared. Even when he was caring a bit too much.

It was the weekend. What was Gregor's routine for Saturday mornings? What would he do?

Player 1:

Gregor started his morning by emptying the underwear drawer into an opaque bag. He'd toss them into a dumpster on Monday before the trash pickup. He'd also find whoever was responsible for taking his underwear and strangle them. His underwear wasn't cheap. He used exclusively Crescent brand boxers, high class premium underwear woven and made in Whiterun Bluffs. Local stuff. He'd have to go commando today until he could buy some more boxers.

He put on a pair of jeans and tucked his tackle into one of the legs, before strapping his belt shut. His choice of shirt was exclusively the white one that was on top of the rest in his shirt drawer. His shoes were his usual sneakers. His phone/wallet went into his back pocket.

He tucked his uPod earbuds into his ears and stepped outside. The open air mall was a few blocks away from the campus, but he needed the air. Hopefully the walk would help him clear his head.

Player 2:

Jason had had a long, hard night. He couldn't stop thinking about how horny he'd gotten messing with Gregor, his cock wouldn't settle down until he finally blew a load into his bedsheets. And then he was too hot, and well, suffice to say there were reasons why the human barely got any sleep last night. Yawning and drinking something zero-calorie but high in caffeine to wake up, he stood up and got dressed. His last Rewrite of the night had been to replace all of Gregor's underwear with panties. Just as a prank.

Of course, he didn't know the bigger consequences of his actions. He didn't know his change would leave Drew horny and huffy for nearly three whole weeks, or that Gregor had dysphoria now. It was questionable if Jason would have cared, either, but he was entirely unaware of these consequences. Instead, he just knew he'd been having fun imagining his rival squirming under that snotty rich stag. And he couldn't wait to do more today and actually SEE the results. Tucking the Sex Note under one arm, he got up and waked down towards the Open Air Mall. Gregor would likely be going to replace his boxers. Jason was going to intercept and have some fun.

There was a bulge in his pants as he brainstormed things to do to the other man. At the same time, he felt oddly... weird about all the changes he'd made so far. He hadn't expected to get as turned on as he had. Thinking about it, he'd sort of focused almost exclusively on Gregor, hadn't he? Almost like he was fixated. And it was a bit hard to stop too. Opening the book, he decided to try something different.

"The coach of the VRU football team is and always has been a big, hunky gorilla DILF, and half the non-straight guys on campus are horny for him."

"The current fashion trend for women's clothing is Doe-Chic, where girls of all species dress up in styles inspired to look like female deer"

"Everyone at VRU eats bananas by sucking on them like cocks."

He blushed at the changes he'd just made. So he could think of things that weren't Gregor. It wasn't like he was under a spell or anything. But he did feel oddly fixated. "Fuck... maybe I'm bi?" This was a thought he wasn't comfortable with. Looking around, he tried to see where Gregor was at the mall.

Player 1:

Gregor did by one of the frozen banana stands that had been popping up around campus. He'd gone with a dark chocolate dipped peel with peanut butter drizzle. He kissed the tip and worked it into his mouth, taking in three inches, before he took a selfie with it. He uploaded it to his InstantPic account with the hashstags: #noteethchallenge, #dcpb, and #only@peelback.

He tried to claim status as an influencer to score the free breakfast, but ended up having to part with a quick twenty dollar bill from his wallet instead. When the banana started getting soft, he started eating it piece-by- piece until just the stick was left over. A napkin finished the job, and he made his way to What Lies Beneath. It was a unisex underwear shop, but it catered to all sizes and order types. It was the only place he could get Crescent brand boxers here in Vixen's Run. Most stores wouldn't carry merchandise made over at Whitetail Bluffs as a matter of town pride.

Player 2:

Jason nearly blew his smoothie out his nose, seeing Gregor sucking the banana like it was a cock. There was even chocolate smeared along his lips as he ate the potassium-enriched thing. Here was his rival, sucking banana like a whore sucking cock, and Jason found himself drooling a little bit. The Quarterback of the Football team had to pull away and hide behind a corner to make sure Gregor didn't see him after a moment. Jason looked over his phone for a few moments to calm down. It looked like the VRU Coach King Fanclub had more pictures of the Coach shirtless. It was really amusing to him how obsessed people suddenly were with the hunky gorilla now.

He looked up from his phone to see Gregor walking into What Lies Beneath. Thinking for a moment, he opened up the Sex Note and began writing once again.

"Gregor will buy nothing but women's underwear without realizing what he's buying, until someone calls attention to it."

Player 1:

Gregor let out a relaxed sigh, as he loaded his arms with Crescent brand underwear. He had an array of styles and colors ranging from petite panties to playful thongs. He wasn't picky. He always grabbed the same thing, after all. They knew him here. The only questions he would have expected were about his frequency of visits. He usually only came through once a year and here he was for the second time in six months.

He even grabbed some of the support tops. He didn't know that Crescent sold them, but if they worked well enough he might even buy some more. He just hoped they wouldn't raise the price up too badly if demand picked up.

He set them down at the counter and took out his phone to pay.

Player 2:

As Gregor paid and left the building, he heard a loud laugh from nearby.

It was Jason, a notebook tucked under one arm, watching him. "Oh my god, you shop HERE?" He laughed, staring at the bagfull of women's panties. "Don't you know all the stuff this store sells is for girls? What, do you really want to wear Doe-tail panties that badly, man?" He sneered, far too amused by the sight of his former foe (he could barely think of Gregor as anything more than a toy now) standing there. "Maybe I should open your bag up and dump it out for everyone to see. What did you even buy?

Player 1:

"I bought Crescent brand boxers, you fucking uncultured... I thought you queers were supposed to know fashion. You're not only a faggot. You're a bad one." He scoffed at him, before looking down at his bag. A cold shiver ran down his spine. He reached into the bag, practically tearing it as he dug through the layers of panties and various bras. Where were his boxers? His jock straps? The athletic tops weren't even in there! The cashier must have given him the wrong bag.

"Fuck! That cashier had one goddamn job and he couldn't even do that right. " He cursed under his breath. "I'm too busy to deal with you. Why don't you just go out glitter on your asshole or whatever you gay's do."

He turned around and stomped back to the shop. He needed to get the right bag, before everything was put back on the shelf. He had bought $200 worth of underwear. He was leaving with the right stuff if it killed him.

Player 2:

Jason smirked. As Gregor walked back into the building, he saw his old rival start writing something in a notebook he was carrying with him.

"Gregor will somehow purchase even more girly undergarments in the store while being entirely convinced they're men's underwear, and will only see them for what they are if he starts to self-identify as gay or as a woman."

An hour later, and in spite of the confusion of a cashier who clearly didn't know how to do his job, Gregor had the purchase he came for. He'd wasted a lot of time, but it was probably worth it to escape all that girly shit he'd bought. Though, as he was leaving the store, seeing a human woman get fitted for a pair of panties with a bright fluffy white doe-tail on them seemed to spark pangs of... well... something.

Waiting outside the building was Jason. Who hadn't lost his smirk or his grin. "Hey man. Wanna go shopping with me? I need a-" He snickered. "-'straight' man's opinion on some things."

Player 1:

Gregor stopped just short of Jason. His bag was practically overflowing with frilly bras and panties. He looked at him and patiently listened to what he had to say. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When his lungs felt like they were about to burst, he slowly released the held breath through his nose. His lips slowly began to move. It was faint, but his voice could just barely be heard. The sounds of the mall's music and the conversing passersby drowned him out.

Player 2:

At this, Jason tilted his head. "I'm sorry, what was that?" He put a hand to his ear, trying to listen to the other man's voice.

Player 1:

"I was praying." He spoke up. "I asked for patience and strength." He looked down at Jason, who would see that the world had flipped 90°. The left side of his head stung as a fist-sized knot started to welt up on his temple. The other side of his head grew hot, as it hit the concrete beneath them.

"And as it turns out, I was only granted one of those things. Piss off, Jason." He looked down at him and grabbed his bag. He had plans for the day, but Jason had ruined it. He was just going to go home.

Player 2:

Jason lay on the ground, thinking. The left side of his head stung. Had that bastard just hit him? He hadn't even seen it coming. Scowling, Jason sat up on the ground and opened the Sex Note. "Fine. Someone clearly needs an attitude adjustment. It's been long in coming, too." He considered what to write, ideas filling his mind, feeling the front of his pants start to tent as he schemed. "Fine. Let's start by making things a bit more awkward between us... and then use that to really start fucking you over." He started writing.

"Gregor Hollingshead is going to be stricken with a very romantic and sexual crush on the last person he physically struck no matter what their gender. The more angry he would normally get, the more horny he'll get instead."

Jason scowled. "Lets see you keep your spot on the team when you can't look at me without wanting to bend over for my cock in the showers, asshole. But let's not stop there...

"Gregor Hollingshead cannot masturbate successfully with imagining men physically fucking him like he was a sissy gay fag."

The human thought for a moment. "There. Fuck off, you asshole." He grumbled, standing up and walking away. That was it. He was intent on ruining Gregor's life. Next Practice, he was going to put his plan into place properly.

Player 1:

Gregor stood in the showers, letting the hot water rush over him. He'd done well to hide his panties in his dirty laundry, by undressing before the others came in from the field. His thoughts would drift back to his notebook. In class, he'd drift off from the lesson and scribble Jason's name in the margins. Something about the man filled his heart and his cock with uneasy emotion. He needed to clear his head.

He snatched his towel from the wall and quickly snapped Drew on the ass. "Wake up, big guy! Practice just ended. You're not worn out yet, are you? " He laughed, before lowering his voice a bit in volume. "Your pills working for you, bro? You were a mess the other night. If you want I could lend you some magazines. Just make sure I get them back with the pages still legible."

Player 2:

Drew Creamtail looked up from having his head lowered in the showers to wash between his antlers. "H-huh? Oh, Gregor." He turned to face his friend, blushing a bit at the boner swinging between his legs. He typically kept his body turned away from the rest of the team in the showers during a Rut, since erections for stags in Rut was common even with their medicine. It made things less awkward, especially since he couldn't quite control it. But Gregor was someone he paid special attention to. "I'm... I'm quite well, thank you." He felt his face get a bit hot. Ever since the day his most recent Rut started, for some reason he couldn't put a hoof on, Gregor seemed... softer to him. More comely. More in need of protection. He had no idea why, it just felt like his big, strong buddy needed a firm hand. Perhaps a big brother of sorts? The revelation had made him feel quite awkward around his old friend, even keeping his distance for the past few days while he figured out why he felt so... affectionate towards him now.

It didn't help that Coach King Mac'Kongor was basically walking middle-aged sex. Drew found himself wishing some days he'd joined the Baseball team instead. Football had been giving him weird feelings lately. "The medicine's helping me keep it under control." His instincts took over as he reached down and took Gregor's hand, holding it softly. "How about you?" He looked down at the hand. "Are you ok? You were so sickly a few days ago. Are you sure you don't need someone to take care of you?"

The other guys hooted and laughed in the showers at the two of them, some calling out that Gregor was Drew's "Doe" while others were shouting at Drew to stop "White Knighting the chick". Blushing heavily, the white stag let go of Gregor's hand. "Shut the fuck up, everyone!" He stopped a hoof. "It's not LIKE that!"

"Not like what?" Jason had waited until a bit after the others to enter the showers after practice. That way, everyone would already be in the showers when he joined.

Player 1:

Gregor felt a blush on his cheeks, but the hot water was enough to pin the blame off on. His body was a bit pink from the intensity of the heat pummeling his sore muscles. He turned back to face the water and scrubbed disp into his hair and started washing his face with the suds. Jason was the last person he wanted to see him holding hands with Drew right now.

His heart was racing. Jason was such a hunky asshole. He just wanted to lay one on him again. To punch him and kiss him and hate him and love him. Gregor tried to FOCUS, but his thoughts were splintering in different directions. He had to calm himself down. He held his eyes closed and looked up at the faucet.

Drew was too kind for his own good. He was worried about him, and the assholes in the shower were acting like he and Drew were a couple of faggots. They were friends and nothing more. Who cared if they were close? He certainly didn't mind that they were close. They were bros. Bros were good to each other. They helped each other out, even during a Rut...

He reached out and snatched the spigot, turning it to the cold setting. He couldn't get an erection here! He was having his Bambi thoughts again! He needed as little blood flowing to his cock as possible!

Player 2:

Jason was a half a foot taller than Gregor now. He'd used the Sex Note last night to make the tweak. Not to mention increase his cock size... it was pretty clearly noticeable now, as he was one of the taller guys on the team, a nearly-foot long cock swinging between his legs as he walked up into the showers.

A laughing Hyena on the team patted his shoulder and thumbed towards Drew. "Prince over there was macking on his gal pal!" The hyena snickered, pointing towards Gregor.

Jason arched one eyebrow. "Huh, really?" He looked between Drew and Gregor. "So you guys are dating?"

Drew stomped a hoof. "NO!"

Reggie the Hyena laughed. "YES!"

Other guys were whispering.

"Wait, so are they... you know?"

"Gregor did make that weird text..."

"I heard he was over at Drew's place when he started his Rut!"

"Doesn't he have a crush on Coach like Jackson?"

"Dude, everyone knows Jackson's bi. Gregor claims he's straight, so this is INTERESTING."

"You know, they'd be a good couple if Gregor was a bit cuter..."

"Shut up, Jackson."

Jason just smirked. "Huh. I guess rumor has it they're dating? Shame." He shrugged, walking up to the shower faucet right next to Gregor and turning it on to get hot and steamy, washing his chest and hair. He NEVER even stood near Gregor! This was strange. "Gah... I can never quite reach this one spot down low on my back..." He groped himself, as if trying to tease someone watching.

Player 1:

Gregor took a deep breath. "I'm not dating Drew. I'm not gay." He seethed. That feeling was coming back. He saw Jason out of the corner of his eye, struggling. He was so helpless... Gregor was fighting himself. He was just going to turn off the water and go. He was done showing anyway.

"I could help you." He reached out with a rag and scrubbed the middle of Jason's back. 'FUCK!' he was screaming internally. Everyone was watching as he washed off Jason's broad.... muscular... handsome back.

"There." He snatched his hand back and reached for his spigot. He could leave. He didn't, though. He stood in the showers and started to dry himself off.

Player 2:

Nearby, Drew scowled and stomped a hoof, watching with an odd sense of anger in the back of his gullet he was trying to swallow and ignore.

Gregor, meanwhile, felt a jolt of pleasure at touching Jason's back. There was something oddly right about it. Like he was this man's little doe-wife, helping keep her male clean. "Hey, I didn't give you permission to touch me." Jason said, turning around before looming over Gregor. "You don't touch other men in the showers, bro. That makes it gay!" He made a mock scowl. "You know the rule..."

In the Sex Note, before Jason had walked in, had been a single Rewrite he'd made:

"VRU's football team has an unspoken rule: If you touch another guy in the showers without his permission, he has to spank you twenty times as punishment. This is obviously only gay for the one being spanked."

Jason sneered, reaching up to take one of Gregor's arms and yank him out of the showers and towards a bench, water dripping down both their naked bodies as the bigger human sat down. "Lay down on my lap. DON'T make me tell you again, man." He snarled, half-erect in spite of himself. "You've had this coming for weeks now, showing me all that disrespect. It's time a naughty little doe gets some comeuppance."

It was a slip of the tongue, but Jason figured Gregor wouldn't even notice.

Player 1:

Gregor slipped on the water under his feet and fell onto his lap. His tanned cheeks were on full display for everyone to see! He wanted to run, but there were rules for this sort of thing. He had to listen to them. He could be kicked off the team if he broke any more rules. He was already on thin ice for decking Jason at the mall.

Being called a naughty doe only made him feel worse. He wasn't a doe. He was a human. He could never be a doe. He was trapped in this body...

Player 2:

The big human leaned down to grab a sharpie marker someone had dropped on the floor. "First, let's leave no doubt for anyone on the team what your status is." Gregor would feel his rival writing something on his ass cheeks. He couldn't see it, but one cheek now read:

"Team Bitch"

And the other cheek read:

"Alpha male cock goes here" with an arrow pointing to his flexible back pucker.

Laughter filled the room, other men on the team watching as Gregor was humiliated. And then... It started. "1..." Gregor felt a hand slap against his ass. A rush of arousal filled his mind, any anger he had instantly converted to lust for this big male. "2..." pleasure intermingled with pain, a hot rush filling Gregor's mind as his ass was slapped. "3..." there was something fleshy and firm rubbing his crotch, hidden from view to the other guys. "4..." the pain was getting worse. But it felt so hot as well. "5..." As the fifth slap hit his ass, Gregor felt Jason leaning in. Whispering to him. "If you scream and cry and tell everyone you are my bitch, I'll let you off at ten and reward you. Make me do all twenty, and I'll punish you worse."

Player 1:

At the count of nine, Gregor made his break. His heart was broken. What has he even seen in Jason?!? He barreled through the crowd and grabbed what he thought was his bag. He put on his shorts and ran out into the evening air in just his shorts and duffle bag tossed over his shoulder. He had tears streaming down his face. He had a crush on the biggest asshole on campus. He couldn't care less if he was kicked off the team anymore. He'd lose the athletic scholarship, but that was just lip service to the big leagues. He'd just get a job somewhere or something... maybe even with Drew's family. They were wealthy, weren't they?

He ran into his dorm and threw himself into the bed. His body was ice cold and his feet felt like they had split from the cold concrete and asphalt he'd run over to get home. He was so distraught that he didn't even notice that he grabbed the wrong bag. He had Jason's bag and by proxy... he had the notebook.

Player 2:

"Fuck fuck fuck..." Jason rooted through the locker room. Where was his bag? He had lost his street clothes, his cell phone, his car keys... and the Sex Note.

"Fuck fuck fuck..." Jason waited to check everyone else as they left the locker room. Everyone else had their bags. The only other person's bag that was left was...

Gregor's.

"Fuck fuck fuck!" Still in his uniform, Jason ran across campus for Jason's apartment. He had to get that thing back. He was in so much fucking trouble if Gregor was a snoop...

END CHAPTER 2