Wendy felt more than a little self-conscious standing there waiting for the transformation process to begin. Having to walk around naked inside
the park was one thing. It wouldn't really be her body, just some elaborate costume in a sense. Here though, she just felt like she was being
watched. Everyone seemed rather cagey about how this process worked exactly, and for all she knew there was a team of fifty people
monitoring her with some hidden camera. She was shortly distracted from her worries by the sensation of her ears elongating and moving up
the side of her head. While still covering herself with one hand, she reached up to feel them in wonderment. Shortly, this was followed by a
flattening of her chest, and a thick coat of short fur sprouting all over her body. At that point, she abandoned theoretical modesty, curious to
study each change as it happened. She gained a few inches in height, and her shoulders broadened, causing her to herself just where the extra
mass could be coming from. A small fluffy tail emerged from behind her as she felt the structure of the muscles in her legs change rather
drastically, and finally of course, she leaned forward to watch in fascination as a penis and testicles emerged from somewhere within. He had to
giggle a bit at the size, imagining Terry backing away from it in horror as she moved in to give him a hug. She might even play around with it a
little before it was time to leave.
Stepping out of the chamber, Wendy's gait was a little awkward and bowlegged, as she took overly much care making sure not to pinch her new
equipment somehow. A passing panther girl giggled at the sight, and called out to her, "They tend to take care of themselves you know! Just
try and walk normally."
Wendy laughed back. Just how often did people change sexes when they came here. "Thanks," he said. "So is there some sort of map to this
place? I'm just here for a quick visit with my boyfriend."
"Boyfriend? I guess you weren't planning to make it a conjugal one then huh? Anyway, there's no technology of any sort allowed inside, that
includes maps. Do you know what he came in as?"
"He's a rabbit too. Came in here about two weeks ago."
The panther gave a low whistle. "He actually told you he was coming as a rabbit and you let him do it!? Either you must have the most open
relationship in the world, or you're the definition of gullible. I get why you'd want to check on him, but I can tell you right now, yes, he's
cheating on you. Probably with a dozen different women, maybe even all at once."
"Trust me, he'd never dream of it. He's strictly here on business."
"I'm sure that's what he told you, and he may even have meant it, but trust me man, it's just how rabbits are wired. I'd watch out for it yourself,
especially if you head for the warrens. See those hills over there in the distance? Just head that way and start looking around for the entrance to
a tunnel. It's pretty hard to miss."
"Thanks again," said Wendy as she started to leave.
"Oh, and one more thing! Since you're clearly new to the whole 'male' thing, there's a guy named Brian who usually holds a sort of gender
dysphoria support group right near here. Mostly for people who hit that random button not realizing how random it was. I'd check it out if I
were you. He's usually hanging around to flag'em down as they enter, but he's taking the day off. There's some odd little athletic contest he
was going to see apparently... and oh! It's rare, but some people are a bit intolerant to the whole genderbending thing. Might want to come up
with an alias for yourself while you're here!"
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Brian had heard some ugly rumors about this 'tournament' being held today. He'd heard from his predecessor Hannah about the last big
contest the park's bucks had held. The way it whipped all the deer into a frenzy. Hannah herself had apparently been driven half-mad with lust,
and of course everyone knew about Leticia. There'd also been talk of a bet between some of them, about converting some of the losers to does
and evening out the population. As a former woman whose transition had been something of an accident, he was deeply insulted by the notion
of treating such a thing as some kind of punishment. Not even due simply to the profoundly misogynistic attitude it represented, but knowing
how traumatic that sort of change could be first hand. He'd come to accept it of course. Running his meetings would be rather difficult if he
hadn't, but at the time he might have lost his mind if he hadn't had the support of the rest of the group. One way or the other, he was sure
someone would need his kind of insight before the day was done. As the first round of face-offs began, he took another look around. Several
does were perched up on a pile of rocks, obviously getting a bit excited. They'd probably all end up doing something they might regret in the
morning, but he didn't see anyone from his group in the mix. Two more bucks collided in the center of the clearing with a clatter of antlers.
Seeing the display, he felt a sudden surge of passionate energy flowing through him. He found himself wondering if he should actually try and
enter. There was a formal bracketed system at play, but apparently there were a number of wild card slots available for latecomers, at least in
today's matches. It wasn't that he wanted to impress the does (although he wouldn't at all mind the extra attention). His understanding was
that the winner would have a fair deal of influence over this unruly lot, and certainly someone had to instill in them the fundamentals of
feminism. And he'd have a good shot, too. The one thing that hadn't changed when he came to the park was how often he'd been told he had a
real magnificent rack, after all.
Continuing to survey the scene, he was surprised to see a pair of the huskies working on security taking time out for a bit of flirting. He didn't
recognize either one, but he instantly recognized the look of anxious confusion on the girl's face. The huskies didn't usually come to his
meetings. Something about minimizing interactions with the guests to maintain impartiality. Rather hilarious with Naomi herself seeing
Charlotte. Still, she looked like she could use his brand of advice.
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Goldie had begged to be assigned to this security detail, still thinking of Chad like some externalized version of her former self. Harry had been
strongly opposed to the idea, as she still hadn't had any proper hand to hand training, but Zack had spoken up for her. It had really been the
first request of any kind she'd made as a husky, other than constantly volunteering to take an extra lap on patrols, do an extra 20 pushups.
Whatever extra display of commitment came to mind. Besides which, the stags were roughing themselves up plenty. Whatever issue might
come up, they'd be too exhausted for a physical confrontation with security. Zack himself had some other duty to take care of, making this the
her first day on the job without his direct oversight. It was also her first time really working with any of the other new recruits.
"Goldie wasn't it? I'm Sam. You probably don't remember me, but we joined up on the same day. Why is it I never see you out on patrol?"
Goldie felt her tail droop. He had to know her story. Everyone did. She was a bully and a sociopath who'd dug her own grave with a humiliating
body. Not really fit to be a part of the pack, and just kept around to tease and so she could rat out her former associates. Was this some sort of
test? Was he hoping she'd lie, proving she was just as selfish and arrogant as ever? "Sir, I'm not allowed to head out on regular assignments,
sir!" she barked, loud enough to turn a few heads from the crowd in her direction. "I am considered a danger to the park, and allowed only to
operate under direct supervision of my superiors, sir!"
Sam laughed. "So you're saying it's some top secret project then, and I shouldn't pry, huh? I can respect that. You need a better cover story
though. The higher ups are always talking about you, and I've overheard enough to say it's all complimentary. I've personally heard Zack say
you were the most loyal and hardworking husky he'd seen since Naomi, whoever that is, so you should at least say you're sneaking off with him
to make out in the woods all day. Gotta make it at least a little believable. And will you stop it with the 'sir' talk? If anything, you outrank me,
and the shouting is distracting everyone.
"Sorry," she replied, downcast. Was that what this was about? She'd thought Zack might finally have been coming close to forgiving her, maybe
he'd even suggested she be transfered to the normal training program. That had to be it. He'd put in a good word, they thought she'd found
some way to bribe him, or blackmail him, and that's why he wasn't here to monitor him. They were questioning them separately. "No, I'm fully
aware I am still on indefinite probation, as I should be. I would never ask for, or accept an improved assignment. If Zack suggested otherwise,
I'm sure he was joking, and if there is any fear that he is being too soft on me, I am perfectly willing to be assigned a new supervisor from
anywhere in the pack."
"Hey! Don't talk like that!" Sam grabbed her by the shoulders. "Look at me." She did. "I don't know what it is you feel you have to beat yourself
up over, but I can tell you the only one here who's trying to punish you for anything is yourself. From everything I have heard you are a loyal
husky, a fantastic person, and a beautiful woman. Now anytime that voice in your head tries to tell you any different, you come find me and I
swear I will prove it's lying." As she stood there blinking in confusion, he pulled her into a tight hug, and gave her a lick on the snout that was
almost a kiss. Her heart started racing as she felt a mix of fear, confusion and... something else. She'd been trying to submit to her canine
instincts. When she was given an order, she'd follow without question. From any husky, not even just from her superiors. But here her instincts
were completely at odds with any sort of logic. He was telling her not to feel guilty when obviously she was still a terrible person. She knew she
was being teased worse than ever about looking female, and that she was clearly really a man, but her instincts were also telling her that she
should just leap into Sam's arms. While she tried to process all this, she heard a sickening crack from the clearing. Snapping back to action, she
rushed out to check if buck's injuries were serious. Ignoring, as best she could, how much he deserved it.
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Chad grinned. It didn't seem fair to him to be taking a few pledges down personally. Especially this one. Dweebie little Shaun. He had the same
body as everyone else now sure, but inside he was still a little wimp. He'd have to be nice when he had HER at his beck and call tomorrow.
Vinny gave the signal and they charged forward. As their antlers entwined he felt a sharp jolt, and suddenly everything went black.
When he came to, people were crowded around him. He'd lost? What the hell kind of lucky blow was that? Little twerp must have done some
martial arts, trigonometry thing and hit him just right. It was cool though, he'd still win this. Took two falls to be eliminated, he'd just have to
beat the last guy twice was all.
"Sorry to say it Chad, but it looks like you're out early," said Vinny.
"What? No way! It's double elimination."
"Jesus Chad, doesn't your balance feel off? You can't fight."
What the hell did he mean by that? He wasn't bleeding, he was standing straight. His head just felt like something was leaning on one side but
otherwise...
That's when he saw the antler in Vinny's hands.
"Snapped clean off. One in a million thing. You're lucky it didn't cave your skull in too. I know neither of us saw it coming but... you signed the
pledge, and the contract with the staff. First half to lose loses their their antlers, and hey, you're halfway there already. On the plus side, if you
have any internal damage, going back through the changing room should fix it, right?"
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Terry had long since given up on her project... and on any sense of modesty. Spring was in the air, and the smell of blooming flowers just
seemed to heighten... everything. She wasn't even bothering to find private nooks anymore. She'd just stagger off to find some water, grab
some carrots or a head of lettuce, and as soon as she was back in the safety of the tunnels, she'd just grab the first buck in sight and... buck.
Her life had just become a constant state of bliss.
She was midway her second round of the day with Tim, when she saw Katerina introducing a new buck to the warrens. He seemed a bit nervous
as she flirted a bit, and turned away in shock when he realized what they were doing just around the corner. As he turned though, she had a
chance to see just what a juicy carrot he seemed to have. Once Tim took another rest, she'd have to say hello.
"Well Wally," said Katerina, "we did have a Terry check in recently, but... she seems a little busy right now. While we wait for her to finish up, can
I show you around?"