"Yo, Chad! Don't get up, you'll need to get used to being a quadraped, if you're going make the hunt any sort of contest," said a guy a few years older than Chad sporting major wood in his blue jeans. The guy was getting off on Chad's predicament.
"Muh?" Chad grunted animalistically.
"Oh, I am sorry, Chad, we haven't formally been introduced. I'm Tyler Rensselaer, and you fucked my fiancee Amber Lee Parker. So I decided to invite you to my stag party weekend. You're the guest of honor. See Buck Season starts tomorrow morning, and I personally wanted to make sure you are ready." He inhaled deeply, and laughed, "Buck's already got that musky scent going. Max, get over here and get a good whiff of this young buck."
The hound trotted over at the sound of his name, growled at Chad, and once realizing Chad was immobile buried its wet snout in between the backs of Chad's thighs. He pushed deeper and up against Chad's sweating balls. Max the dog snuffled loudly. The backside of his scrotum was dripping with dog snot, and all Chad could do was stay there on all fours.
"Good boy, Max! I'm sure you got buckboy's scent now."
"Jimbo, Marcus, you think he'll be a 10 pointer?" Tyler asked, as he reached down and ran his hand through Chad's thick blond hair. "Yep, the velvety nubs are already erupting. He'll have a nice rack to hang over the fireplace." Tyler leaned across Chad burying his swollen crotch in Chad's face. Chad couldn't believe the acrid smell emanating from Tyler's crotch. He could smell the acrid odors of the other men too, and the foul stench from the hound, too. Fuck, this joker and his buds were changing Chad into a real deer. And they were going to shoot him, and he couldn't even budge. Then Tyler grabbed his nuts, and muttered, "thought they'd be bigger. Too small for a snuff pouch, maybe a dice bag?"
"You gotta catch him first. Besides, I think he's jes' scares. When he bucks out, he will have a nice bag down there to hold your snuff."
"We better mark him quick," Marcus said producing what looked like a metal staple gun.
"Oh, yeah, Marcus, you tag his ear, and I'll heat up the electric branding iron."
"Mm, much, maf,ooomph," harumphed Chad.
Marcus grabbed his ear, while Tyler went to a satchel lying on the ground nearby.
Clang! And the staple gun pierced Chad's earlobe, and heavy metal tag dangled against his chin.
"You're lucky Chad, I was able to snag tag number C2323," Marcus said.
"Why's he lucky?" Tyler asked. He was holding a black taped device over a foot long, which was humming with electricity.
"C for Chad, and 23 is his jersey number for both football and baseball."
"I don't expect he will be playing ball again," remarked Jimbo.
"Now, Chad's a good athlete, and I will give him a sporting chance," Tyler said squatting down to look Chad in the eyes. "Now, I haven't put a tracking device on you, so when you become a stag, it will be a fair hunt. If you don't mind being a buck forever, you can run off wherever you like. But keep in mind, Max and I will eventually hunt you down. If you wanna be human again, you need to go to the Quimby Woods, and possibly on the big oak called General Quimby near the parking lot. Your scent will help you find your way back to the tree. Deer senses and minds are different than humans, and you might not recognize it otherwise. I'm gonna put your clothes in a bag and hang them from that tree. If you survive the weekend, it's a three day weekend, so you gotta make people it to Tuesday, and you're in the woods when the sunsets, you'll become human again. If you're outside the woods, you'll stay a deer. Got it?"
"Muh, mug, harumph!"
"I think he understands."
Ping, chimed the device in Tyler's hands.
"It's ready."
"Furs filling in nicely, Tyler, that soft white fur will make a handsome loincloth for your wedding night."
"Oh, Chad, this is going to hurt. But it won't hurt half as much as you will inside when your innards and bones reshape from human to cervine." Tyler flashed the white glowing end of the humming rod. It was emblazoned with a backwards TR for Tyler's initials.
Chad felt the searing pain, smelled the burning fur and flesh, and then felt his insufides wrench. He keeled over on his side unconscious. His belly made a loud obnoxious gurgling noise.
It was dark when Chad awoke. He managed to get up on his four hooves by the moonlight streaming through the field house skylights. Chad tried to speak but only produced an odd lowing sound. He snorted and headed toward the far door of the field house which had been left propped open.
His mind was racing. He really needed to piss. He had to get to that tree to pass there. He knew Max and Tyler would start tracking him from that tree in the morning. His antlers screeched like nails on a chalkboard, as they brushed against the metal wall and door of the field house. He could see his antlers shadow on the ground. He smiled to himself, he was at least a 12 point buck, maybe more. His button cheek winced in pain as it bumped against the doorframe. He started running across the field toward the woods.