Stag Scientist...

Transmogrification...

"Owww... Ow, fuck," Jerome groaned as he rubbed his fresh bumps and bruises. The small stag faced this kind of challenge every mating season. He and his bachelor friends suffered similarly; the bigger and stronger males claimed all the does, while the smaller stags were beaten into submission. Sometimes, the consequences were much worse, with trips to the hospital for serious injuries not being uncommon. And some dominant males took pleasure in utterly humiliating their defeated rivals, with more than a few ending up treated like does after their defeat.

"Are you alright?" Tomas, an even smaller stag, asked, kneeling down to examine Jerome's wounds. He was visibly relieved to see that his friend had gotten through the day without any severe injuries. Two years before, Jerome had suffered an antler through his spleen. Fortunately, Tomas had managed to rush his friend to the emergency room in time. The smaller stag had been through medical school, which was why the other bachelor males appreciated having him around. However, he had decided against pursuing a career in medicine. His real passion turned out to be quantum physics, which led him to invent his transmogrification chamber. It was the solution to a problem that only Tomas had truly identified and worked to solve, aiming to protect his friends from brutal rituals every year.

"Yeah... I'm ok... I'm ok," Jerome mumbled weakly, hugging himself tightly as he sat, rocking slowly back and forth. The stag was more mentally scarred than physically injured by what the male he'd lost to had done to him. Leaning over him, Tomas's nose picked up the scent; Jerome's sweat-soaked body reeked of heady, musky seed. Tomas had witnessed this more times than he cared to remember, the stronger having taken his pleasure with the weaker.

"Did he make the females you were fighting for watch?" Tomas asked as Jerome sobbed softly. Gently, he stroked Jerome's cheek, watching as the other deer jerked away from his touch, quickly wiping the tears from his eyes. Jerome put up a brave front.

"Doe's always watch bucks fight," Jerome snorted, convincing himself that was what Tomas was referring to. They both knew very well that wasn't the question Tomas was asking, the heavy scent marking the air between them. "You've got a gentle touch, Tommy," Jerome spoke slowly, watching the other stag finish wrapping up his wounds.

"And the tail-hole **** happened afterward," Tomas noted, as his friend began to sob, leaning against him as he finished treating his wounds. "Now that the mating season is over... Can I show you something I've been working on?" Tomas asked as he carefully helped Jerome up, allowing Jerome to lean on him as they walked towards his lab.

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Tomas the cervine paused to open the battered door, reaching in to flick on the light switch. The action illuminated the stairs leading down into his basement laboratory. "As you know, I've been working on harnessing quantum flux. With it, I can change reality in a number of ways," Tomas explained as they strolled down the steep cellar stairs, entering the slender stag's surprisingly large lab.

Little had changed since the last time Jerome was there, with the notable exception of a strange glass and metal chamber that was now attached to the machines and computers present before. Looking at the chamber, Jerome felt a growing nervousness within himself.

"What... What is this, Tommy?" Jerome asked, stepping away from the smaller buck and moving to sit down on the office chair that Tomas had in front of his monitors.

"That is my subatomic quantum molecular transmogrification chamber," the small stag said, as if those words should hold clear meaning. Jerome just stared back at his friend, utterly clueless. Recognizing the confusion, Tomas stared back for a moment and then cleared his throat like a professor about to begin a lecture. "As I've mentioned before... I am using the magnetic resonance bottle to collect and contain the flux. It took me forever to figure out how to utilize it. Fortunately, the college managed to obtain a Heisenberg compensator from the government for me. Having collected the quantum flux... this chamber allows me to use it to reshape... effectively rewrite reality."

Tomas explained, gesturing to the glass and metal booth. Once again, Jerome's mind tried to warn him as he surveyed the chamber. "This is the answer to you and the other guys getting beaten up every mating season." That simple statement made Jerome sit up straighter in the chair, his gaze shifting from Tomas to the transmogrification chamber.

"How does it do that?" The bruised and battered young buck asked, wincing as his abused tail-hole arched. Darnell had been relentless, making Jerome the subject of ridicule in front of the giggling doe's. Jerome shivered, thinking he would agree to just about anything if it meant he could turn the tables on an alpha stag.

"By allowing me to change the bodies of anyone. For example, I can take the small amount of masculine strength and size I possess and transfer it to you." At first, he leaped eagerly to his hooves, but then, pausing, he looked down at his already small friend with a frown. "You will grow bigger , stronger, faster, while I will be changed into a doe," Tomas finished, observing his friend shaking his head, yet the small stag gave him a knowing smile.

"It's okay, I know you have desires... I'll be your first doe. Maybe later, some of the other guys will want to consider this option too, once they see how content I am being with you." Jerome couldn't believe what he was hearing as he looked down into his friend's eyes. The big, watery brown eyes of Tomas gazed up at him so affectionately, making the wounded stag suddenly feel like he was the most powerful male around. "I mean, if... you're willing to let me do that for you," Tomas said in a small, timid voice, reaching up to gently stroke his larger friend's cheek once again.

"I... I... Ahem, I don't know what to say," Jerome replied, caught off-guard as he looked into the smaller deer's large eyes, with Tomas pressing closer. This conversation made him feel strangely uncomfortable; they'd been friends for years, yet he had never perceived Tomas's feelings on this matter. Nevertheless, Jerome was deeply traumatized, especially after his last opponent had rump **** him in front of the females Jerome hoped to mount.

"Or, would you rather mount me before the gender change? I'd be willing to let you if you feel the need to use another male? After what happened to you earlier... I can understand if you feel the need to dominate someone with a dick and set of balls."

Jerome's nose darkened to a bright red as the prickly heat of a humiliated blush spread over his muzzle and down his neck. His friend had made this offer before, and ninety percent of males in Jerome's position had turned it down. They couldn't contemplate male on male contact, not after being treated like a doe by an alpha male.

"Errr... Errr... No! That won't be necessary at all..." The larger stag choked out in shame, looking away as Tomas smirked at his words. "So... how does this work exactly? What do you need me to do?" Jerome grunted, clearly eager to proceed with Tomas's transformation into a doe without further humiliating discussions about what had happened to him. It was painful enough that the memories kept replaying in his mind: Darnell overpowering him, the crushing weight on his back as Jerome struggled wildly but ineffectively. The hissing breath of the larger male behind him, the high-pitched giggles of the watching does. The shock as he felt it against his hole, that sensation had made him freeze stock still.

Darnell had laughed at him as Jerome ceased moving, the larger stag's grin broadening as he pressed against those clenched gates. It was an unspoken understanding that a true stud would be screaming and fighting to escape before it happened, Darnell was confident from previous mountings that those gates would not hold him back for long.

"You're nothing... and you'll always be nothing," Darnell had grunted, as his then-throbbing dick breached those quivering muscles and **** its way inside. He had been a whimpering pathetic mess, just laying there looking up at those pretty female's as Darnell used him like he was a doe. Jerome could do nothing but lie there, gasping for air, moaning, and pleading for the dominant stag to cease.