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Tom was nervous as she walked to school. Maybe even more nervous than on her first school day. In a way once could say it was Tom's first school day.

At first Tom had thought she'd never have to go to school anymore ever. What should a deer do in school after all? It was her friend Mark, who had come to a visit, who told her how much her friends and other classmates missed her. The ones who knew that she was, in fact, alife.

And then they had all been there, last Saturday, on the graveyard - where a service was held for Tomoko's remains. Well, her human remains. The little girl who had been hit by lightning.

She had been there, too. She had insisted on throwing a last glance on her own body, before it was turned to ash in the crematory. The mortician had undertaken a great job in restoring her burnt face with cosmetics, but it couldn't hide the damage completely. The hair on the girls head was a wig, replacing the singed mess, and Tom's sensitive deer nose still picked up the remaining stench of burnt flesh and hair. But also another, more unsettling odor, the slightly sweet hint of decomposition. It made it dramatically clear that Tomoko, the girl, was really dead. And all that could be done with her body was bury it. After the incineration, she was only a small pile of ash in a metal urn, which then was lowered into a grave that bore her name on a simple tombstone.

Her mother had cried and at the same time held on to her deer body as if she was afraid of losing her again. Tom had held still, herself pretty upset. It wasn't every day that you could watch your own funeral, and mourn the passing of your own body. Not that she wasn't grateful for the second chance she got, but it was still a lot to stomach, and she had cried too and snuggled her mother.

All had been there, some were just staring at her, most didn't know what to say. But on Monday afternoon, her mother had gone to school, with her in the car, and spoken with the teachers: If she could still come, even as a deer. Even though she likely wouldn't be able to write, and it would have to stay a secret. Officially she'd be a mascot or a pet or something.

And now here she was, walking to school on her own, the same path she had always taken, just now on four hooves. She also felt naked. Not because she had no clothes, walking in her fur felt natural enough, and clothes on a deer would just have been weird. But she had never gone to school without her bag with exercise books and everything. A deer walking with those would have risen too much suspicion if people took photos, mom had said, and asked her teachers if her stuff could be kept in class.

And yes, everyone still stared at her. The cars slowed down as the people looked. Some made photos or videos with their smartphones. One almost crashed as the driver missed a red light. Tom felt embarrassed and tried to behave like a feral deer. She ran away into a calmer side road with less traffic.

Then at the school, it got worse. They all swarmed her. Some had heard about her while others though they were seeing a feral deer.

"You are Tomoko right?" "Who's Tomoko?" "The 7th grade who was hit by lightning and turned into a deer, didn't you hear?" "Is it really you?" "It's just a feral deer, that's bullshit." "Can you really understand us?"

Tom stared at them, much like a feral deer would have stared, overwhelmed and slightly frightened. She had never been the center of attention for seemingly half the school. She wanted to tell them to let her be, that it was too much, but she couldn't get herself to speak, and then Tomoko's class teacher was faster.

"Leave her alone, can't you see you're scaring her! Go to your classes, lesson's about to begin!" she chased the crowd away. "Relax, just come with me," Miss Travers told her in a friendly voice, as if being a deer was the most normal thing in the world. "Don't worry. Yes, they will stare at you the first few days while its new, but then everything's gonna be back to normal, trust me." she told Tomoko and opened the door for her.

"Tom!!!" Half the class waved at her and some even came rushing to greet her. Jenny, a girl who normally sat two benches ahead even embraced her for a deep hug.

Miss Travers called the class to order. "Hush, everyone to your places. Tomoko, are you OK with standing? These chairs aren't meant for deer, but if it gets too exhausting to stand you can lay down, too."

Tom nodded. "Thank you Miss Travers, I think I'll be OK."

Her voice still sounded weird in her own ears, but at least she managed to pronounce all the words by now.

"Awesome! It's so cool that you're coming back to school already! It was not fun without you!" Mark told her in a whisper, just as Miss Travers started the lesson.

"We start by going over the test questions from last week. Tomoko, you didn't write that test, so just pay close attention. You can try to see if you can make notes somehow."

Tom did. She tried. She placed a pencil between her two hoof-digits and tried to scribble letters on a sheet of paper on the floor. But it was a mess. It was slow, too large, barely legible, and the pencil kept sliding out of her hoof so she had to grab it with her lips and rearrange it.

After they had talked through first few exercises, Miss Travers came through the lines and had a look at what Tom had written. She bent down to take the sheet of paper, now with deer-hoof shaped footprints on it, and looked at it.

"Oh dear, that's gonna take some ..." she couldn't continue. Half the class burst into laughter, and Tom blushed deeply. Although she couldn't contain a grin, too.

Then it dawned to Miss Travers what she just had said, and she blushed. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. I'm really sorry." the class still laughed, but now even Tom giggled. Miss Travers face was priceless. Tom took the sheet back, with her lips and placed it on the bench in front of her. Although her teacher had been right, it really looked awful.

"Don't worry, it's not your fault. But we have to do something about that. We might give you a touchscreen computer to write with. But you should still practice writing like that the next few weeks, you're gonna need that skill." she thought for a bit. "That's gonna be your homework, write two pages every day about what you experienced in school. Try to do that every day, and fit more and more on the page, until you can write as nice and small as before. I'll talk to the other teachers, so you don't have to do any other homework but that. OK?"

"Thanks, Miss Travers." Tom nodded. No other homework, that was a bargain that sold her right away. Mom had already made her practice writing with her hoof the other day, but the teacher didn't need to know that.

In the break everyone swarmed her again and wanted to know how it was to be a deer. The boys wanted to touch her and look everywhere, and the girls wanted to pet her soft fur. "Can you turn your ears on command?" Freddy wanted to know, which she demonstrated giggling.

"Dad says deer can't see colors, can you still see colors?"

At least this were her classmates, she knew them personally, and Tom tried to answer as many of their questions, until it just got too much.

"Hey stop that!" she bleated, embarrassed. Mark let go of her tail, which he had pulled up to glance underneath. He blushed and let go. That moment also the math teacher came in and everyone had to go back on their places. Mark sat back, just behind Tom where he always sat.

"Hello class, hi Tomoko, I'm glad you are with us again." he greeted her, as if being a deer was the most normal thing in the world. Apparently the teachers all knew about her already. "Last week we covered percentages and interest calculations, but your classmates didn't do very well in the test we wrote friday, so we are going to repeat that today with some more exercises..."

Several students groaned at that prospect. Tom just nodded and fished out the math exercice book from her bag, with her snout. Before long all of her books would become wrinkly from her spit she figured, as she placed it on the bench and flipped to the desired page with her nose and tongue. It left the pages moist. But what else should she do?

Percentages were not hard, she thought. It was just boring, the same stuff over and over. If at all, now that she was a deer, she found it a bit harder to concentrate on the matter in front of her. Her field of vision allowed her to take in everything around her, including the other students. Some of which did the exercises, some yawned or doodled in their books. Two girls in row five exchanged secret messages as always. Phones weren't allowed in class, so they did it the old way, using little paper notes. The teacher just asked random students to calculate exercises in front, on the black board. And Mark, behind her, stared at her rump instead of his exercises.

Tom was standing, like last class. She didn't want to lay on the floor, and standing on her legs wasn't as tiring as she would have thought. She was built for it. That of course made her tail just inches away from the bench behind. And Mark sat there alone. They had been friends for years. As in buddies. They hung around, played video games or drove their bikes through the neighborhood. Mark even had confessed to Tom when he had had a crush on a girl in 8th grade a year before. He hadn't ever looked at Tom that way. Tom blushed, but somehow also enjoyed Mark's attention. She flicked her tail up and wriggled her rump a bit. A small gesture, but one that instantly mad Mark's checks flush deep red.

A question from the teacher forced her attention back to the front. He called up Freddy, who had the correct answer, then they were supposed to do a similar exercise in their books, while the teacher went around and helped those who still had problems.

Tom was about to scribble some numbers on the sheet under her hoof, when she felt a poking sensation on her rear. Blushing deeply, she glanced behind and met Mark's gaze, whose cheeks were even redder. He had his hand under the bench, but his arm wasn't long enough to reach her without him crouching under his desk. That would have been way too obvious. Instead, she could see him reach through the gap under his desk with the backside of one of those felt markers. That was what had poked her. He had a guilty look on his face, apparently well aware that this was probably a bad thing. Forbidden and completely unacceptable.

All she would have needed to do was move a bit forward and be out of reach.

But instead she moved back an inch, until her rump touched his desk. Now whatever he did was also hidden from view from the others in the benches left and right, unless they paid close attention. Her all around field of vision told her that they were all busy with other things. And she was curious what her friend would do. Would he go as far and stick that felt marker in there? She bit her lips, and tried to pretend solving the math exercise, while waiting for Mark's next move. She could very much imagine herself in his spot with a deer stuck in front of her. If she was a guy, she'd so do it!

And then she felt the sensation of that probing piece of plastic. It felt a bit uncomfortable, but still exciting, on her nether lips, poking, scratching, tickling. Then suddenly it found the opening and she felt it slide in with surprising ease. She clenched, trying to suppress a shiver, and she could feel a drop of doe juice ooze out next to the felt pen and trickle downwards over her clit.

She sucked in air, and glanced around guiltily. But apparently no one had noticed their forbidden game. She expected Mark to pull the felt marker back out, but instead she felt a second poking sensation. A second marker probed around her sex, and eventually also found the small opening that led inside the deer belly. From the corner of her eye she could see Mark stretch himself to reach further under his table as he pushed it deeper, until his fingertips could no longer reach it. His hand appeared back on the table and he took yet another felt marker out of the case next to his textbook. He grinned both excitedly and mischievously, but also hesitantly, his eyes searched hers. Only when she grinned at him, he proceeded.

Tom gulped as she felt the third marker enter her doe rear. By now she could feel the objects stretch her sex slightly, even when she didn't clench down on them. And Mark already fetched for a fourth one. This time he took a bit to align it, and it poked uncomfortably until it finally slid in. But when it did, it sent a shiver of excitement through her, and the sensation of four pens stuck most of the way in that cervine vagina completely made up for the discomfort. She could feel them twitch and shift with every small movement, with every breath. Could she fit a fifth?

Mark was apparently willing to try out. He fetched another one and reached under his table, then she felt the sensation of the pen poking against the other four already inside her. Tom tried to shift back against his desk a tiny bit, so he could reach better. Something slid inside her, but it wasn't the new fifth pen, it were the other four that slid in further, pushed by whatever Mark was doing.

"Shh, don't, you're pushing them all the way..." she whispered, trying to get Mark to stop.

"Tomoko, do you have a question?" The teacher had just finished explaining to the boy two rows in front and approached her now.

She put her head straight and stared at the sheet, blushing. There wasn't much on it, except a few scrawly numbers and hoof prints. "Ehm, no sir, I think I understood. I just have problems writing with hooves."

"Do you want to come to the front and do exercise 4? I'll write to the blackboard and you tell me what to write." He offered. It was an offer she, as a student, couldn't decline. But she still had four felt pen's stuck in her privates, what if the others saw? There was only one thing.

"Sure, I'll try. Oooof." Tom had made a quick step back and seemingly accidentally rammed her rump into the desk behind her. She could feel the pens slide almost all the way in, then she quickly clenched and tugged her tail down over her sex. She hoped that way no one would see anything as she followed the teacher to the front.

Tom bit her lips, the very first step she took. The sensation between her legs was quite embarrassing, and she could feel the pens slide deeper, their back ends poking uncomfortably but not hurting, deep inside her deer belly. And then they suddenly really slid all the way in. Her vulva closed on top of them with another quite exciting sensation that made her clench her cute deer tail even firmer between her legs. Halfway she was relieved that no one would see what she had in her, but how the hell would she get those back out without hands? With her tongue?

She tried to focus on the math question the teacher wrote on the board. You brought hundred and thirty dollars to the bank with two percent interest, after two years, you took out fifty. How much would be on the account after five?

Tom calculated it the long way. Amount after the first year, after the second, then subtract fifty, then multiply the number with a hundred and two and divide by hundred three more times. The teacher patiently wrote down all the numbers and even fixed some small mistakes she did in adding, then she got to ninety dollars, forty seven cents, and an embarrassingly wet sensation under her tail. But the teacher was happy, and Tom was really glad no one had noticed her little secret.

Tom went back to her desk. "I'm sorry, that was stupid." Mark apologised to Tom, his cheeks flushed red. She glanced at him, still felt those pens inside her. "It's fine, you just gonna help get these things out of me." she whispered. They were both so lucky no one else had noticed.

...

Tom and Mark walked home together after school. They had mostly the same way anyway, and it hadn't been uncommon for them to go the route together.

"Everybody is staring again." Tom whispered as they were just out of earshot of an old lady cutting her hedge who couldn't belief seeing a deer walk side by side with a teenage boy.

"I'll just have to tell them you're my pet deer or something." Mark suggested.

"I'm not your pet!" Tom protested.

"Course not. But that would have them stop asking. If we keep walking together, someone's bound to ask us questions. Or do you wanna tell everyone that you are really a girl stuck in a deer body. Can you walk with those things in you?"

"They are poking a bit, but it's OK." she answered, blushing. It actually felt quite exciting.

Tom's parents weren't home yet, but the key was under the flower pot as usual. Mark took it and opened the door for Tom. "How did they expect you to open that on your own?" he wondered.

Tom didn't know either. Maybe they hadn't thought about it, or they had outright assumed Mark would be with her. The latter was quite likely.

They both went up to Tom's room, and the deer flopped herself on the bed and curled to have a look at her rear end. She was still moist, but on the outside there was no trace at all of the pens in her belly.

Mark blushed and hesitated as he watched her. "Can ... can't you push them out or something?"

Tom tried, but all that did was cause an uncomfortable poking sensation in her belly. She shook her head. "It's not working, you need to help me and fish them out."

"How?" He seemed hesitant.

Tom sighed, "Well, I'd use my fingers, but I don't have any, anymore." she answered, waving her hoof in front of him. He still hesitated.

"Is it really OK if I stick my fingers in there?"

"Well, you stuck your pens in there, too." she answered, grinning.

"I'm sorry, I don't know why I did that. But when I saw your girl bits, I really wanted to touch them. It's so weird seeing you like this." he admitted.

"Why? I've always been a girl. I just used to have them tuck in my pants like everyone else." she answered giggling.

He blushed even more. It was almost embarrassing to see her friend so flustered over this.

"Come on, get those pens out of me before my parents come back."

He touched her ever so carefully, then squeezed his finger inside.

"Can you feel them?"

Mark nodded, then pushed his finger deeper and twisted, which almost made Tom moan load. It felt quite nice. Then something shifted, and as he pulled his finger back out. Two rather soaked felt pen caps appeared as well. Now they slid out easily.

"I can't believe they fit all the way inside you." Mark said, fascinated, as he pulled them the rest of the way out, which made Tom shiver. Then he tried to fish for the remaining two.

Tom moaned, and blushed, as Mark stuck his finger deeper this time, until his knuckles pressed against her sex.

"Does that feel nice?" he asked. But he knew the answer already even before Tom nodded. Tom's breath went heavy and a slight moan escaped her throat again.

The remaining two pens slid out of her, sending a shiver through her. But she didn't want him to stop yet.

"Mark..."

"Yes?"

"Do you wanna be my boyfriend?"