It took Ryan a while to get to sleep, Jory had told him about seeing Greg on the hood of Mr. Marsden's car. The idea bothered him. It all just seemed wrong, why was it only jocks that they did this to? Maybe it was his new tail. Every time he lay on his back, his tail got in the way. Eventually, he fell asleep.
In was early morning, he felt something wet nuzzling him and he heard a soft snorting sound. He fell off the porch, and was on all fours when he felt something wet shoved beneath his furry tail. He let out a yelp, "Jor-eee! It's-ow-ow-ow-too early."
He felt something heavy and furry on his back pushing down. He heard the cabin door open, turned his head, and saw Jory and his father on the porch.
"Oh, damn, looks like I gave him more than a doe's ears and tail," Wayne said looking at his handheld. He sighed, "At least it's a big stag. We'll have to check Ryan before the hunt starts to see if he's pregnant. Cannot hunt a pregnant doe, and cannot change him back until after the fawn is weaned or would it be a baby human? I'm going to have to consult Google."
Jory screwed up his face, "Ryan, you better not be pregnant. I bet you did this on purpose to get out of me hunting you!" Jory said angrily, he turned, and shouted over his shoulder before closing the door, "At least you should get a room!" He slammed the door.
Ryan turned his terrified head to see a 10-point buck's muzzle inches from his head. He started to say the f-word, but-