The Campaign
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After waking up in Louis’ body, and having a bit of fun with some “anonymous” strangers, Dom decides to take full advantage of his situation and launch a campaign for Cherryton class president. With the stated campaign goal of helping to reduce stress on campus, the peacock-turned-deer is determined to do whatever it takes to swing the vote in his favor. Louis’ stellar reputation be damned. 
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        "Good morning, everyone! As you can see, I'm running for class president! I don't have much to say, but I know how stressful this school can be, so my number one priority is helping to relieve that stress any way I can!" Dom grinned, looking across the cafeteria at the wide range of reactions to his little announcement. 


        Some, largely the herbivores that Louis had spent the most time with before the swap, seemed worried, alarmed, or mildly offended. Others, particularly the males that Dom had spent some quality time with this weekend, met his gaze with grins, winks, and knowing nods. Most of the students, however, simply regarded the deer with confusion. 


        “I’m looking forward to a spirited campaign,” he finished, a subtle grin on his face as he scanned the room, looking through the crowd of potential voters, already planning his strategy. In past student elections, the winners had almost exclusively been upper-class herbivores, much like himself, elected by their fellow herbivores, with the carnivores of the school dividing their votes among several protest candidates who had no real chance of winning.


        Before the swap, Dom knew, Louis had officially decided against running, and a few main herbivore candidates had already thrown their hats in the ring, consolidating support among the student body. If the deer had declared earlier on, he would have cleared the field, no doubt, but now Dom recognized that that ship had sailed. In order to win, he would need to put up a strong showing among the carnivores of Cherryton, and completely upset historical precedent.


        Of course, Louis’ reputation among these particular students was about what you’d expect, given his privileged upbringing, effortless popularity, tendency to associate mostly with other wealthy herbivores, and clear desire to become Beastar. Thankfully, now that Dom was in control of the deer’s body, he had a decent idea of how he might convince the carnivores to back his candidacy. The male carnivores, at least. 


        “Perfect,” Dom muttered, finally locking his eyes on a group of potential voters he could use to test out his campaign strategy. Off to the side of the cafeteria stood a trio of carnivores: a golden Labrador, a shaggy English sheepdog, and an athletic coyote. 


        “Hey there, boys,” Dom grinned, sauntering over to the group of canines, ignoring the bewildered expressions on their faces. “Have you decided who you’re going to vote for yet?” At first, no one responds, too caught off guard by the whole situation to say anything.


        “Well, if you haven’t already made a choice,” he began, circling around the trio, intentionally rubbing his body against each of theirs in turn, eliciting confused reactions from the dogs themselves as well as everyone watching. “I think you should keep me in mind. I’m going to work as hard as I can for this election, and even if I don’t win, I’m sure you’ll be…satisfied with my campaign.”


        He stopped in front of a golden labrador, identifying him as the most nervous of the three, and suddenly pulled him into a kiss, reaching a hand down and giving his canine crotch a firm squeeze through his trousers.


        “Come with me and I’ll show you, darlings.” The deer turned and walked in the direction of the bathroom, gesturing for the three friends to follow behind. Despite their nerves, as well as the stunned reaction of their fellow students, they found themselves following in the herbivore’s footsteps almost automatically. 


        “Much better,” the deer chirped with a grin, pulling the bathroom door closed after the canines nervously filed on through. “Now, just relax and let me do my work. I’m looking forward to earning your votes.” Dom winks, getting down on his knees in front of one of the urinals, gesturing for the others to move in closer.


        “I-I’m not too sure about all this, Louis,” Jack finally mumbled in response, face flushing as he attempted to ignore the fact that seeing Louis kneel down on a dirty bathroom floor was…appealing, to say the least. “Half the cafeteria watched us come in here with you, so it’s not like we can keep this a secret.”


        “Good,” the deer replied, licking his lips with anticipation. “Maybe someone else will join us, then. But for now, get those cocks out.” There was a moment of silence, quickly broken by the coyote.


        “Well, might as well go first,” he shrugged, unbuttoning his trousers and whipping out his dick, walking over to the deer and resting the throbbing cock on his snout. 


        “That’s the spirit, honey,” Dom replied with a grin, eyes crossing slightly as he tried to focus on the shaft. He took a deep breath in through his nose, which was nearly touching the coyote’s balls, letting out a satisfied sigh. “But your friends don’t have to just wait over there, I’ve got two hands after all. Come on over…ummm…”


        “That’s Collot, and that’s Jack,” the coyote smirked, pointing at the sheepdog and labrador respectively. “And I’m Durham. Nice to finally meet you. You know, I saw your performance in the play last month.”


        “Aww, thanks sugar,” the deer replied, gesturing for the other two to come on over, running his tongue across the underside of the coyote’s cock. “Always nice to meet a fan of my work.” Louis had still been in his own body back then, so Dom strangely felt a little bit guilty about taking credit for the deer’s work. He supposed it didn’t matter much. He was about to put on a much more memorable show.


        “I can’t really say I was too impressed by it, actually,” Durham chuckled, as his friends made their way over to the deer, fumbling with the buttons on their pants. “When I was watching your big dramatic monologue, I thought that it would be a much better show if someone rammed their cock down your throat to get you to stop droning on and on.” 


        “You don’t have to be so rude, Durham,” Jack chastised him, pulling out his own shaft and taking a position on the deer’s left side, while Collot did the same on the right.


        “Oh, it’s just fine, hun. Theater isn’t for everyone. Fortunately, I am.” Dom winked, reaching his hands out to stroke the cocks on either side of his face. “Now, unfortunately, my ass isn’t available this morning. It really took a pounding this weekend, and I have a few tests I need to be able to sit through after lunch. I need you to decide amongst yourselves who gets to start off with my mouth.”


        “Well, I guess that should be me,” Collot chimed in, speaking for the first time since this started. “I do have the biggest cock out of everyone here.”


        “Oh, that’s a cheap shot,” Durham grumbled, side-eyeing the sheepdog’s admittedly impressive shaft. “Not true, either. I’m at least as long as you.”


        “As long, maybe, but neither you or Jack can come anywhere close to matching my girth,” Collot bragged, his smug expression slightly interrupted as Dom teasingly squeezed the base of his shaft, causing the sheepdog to moan.


        “W-well, if we’re going to be that blunt about it, you’re both going to last longer than me, so maybe he should just get me out of the way,” Jack mumbled, his face practically as red as a stop sign. Dom just sighed for a moment, thrilled by the power and desirability that he’d gained now that he lived in Louis’ body instead of his own. 


For the first time in a few days, he wondered how Louis was faring as a peacock, but as the friendly squabble started to escalate, he felt the need to step in.


“Stop fighting boys, or I’m not gonna play with any one of you!” he teased, gently stroking a cock with each hand, using the tip of his nose to nuzzle the sheepdog’s balls. “Tell you what, gather around closer.”


Jack and Durham stepped closer to Collot until the trio of canines were practically shoulder to shoulder, and all three of their cocks were within a few inches of Dom’s mouth. With just a smile and a wink, the deer got to work, tightening his grip in both hands as he wrapped his tongue around the head of Collot’s shaft, leaning forward to take the entire length into his mouth.


“Fuck, dude,” the sheepdog moaned, drool running down his chin as his tongue flopped out of his mouth, dripping down onto Louis’ face. Normally he might have put more effort into staying cool, but his balls were in serious need of draining, so he immediately surrendered to the intense, unexpected pleasure. 


Before the others could get jealous, however, Dom began his rotation, getting a taste of Jack’s admittedly smaller shaft, expertly reaching his newly-free hand over to Collot’s shaft only an instant after it fell from his lips. 


The labrador blushed, closing his eyes tightly as though deep in concentration as he had his virgin cock sucked for the first time. The sensation of the deer’s tongue delicately tracing the underside of his shaft was so mind-blowing to the inexperienced dog that he forgot all about the guilt he’d been feeling. His best friend Legoshi had mentioned his crush on the drama club’s star actor more than a few times, and while he might regret it later, in the moment Jack couldn’t care less.


As he’d sheepishly admitted earlier, only a few seconds of this treatment brought Jack right to the edge of orgasm. Dom, however, feeling the shaft starting to twitch against the inside of his mouth, quickly turned his attention to Durham, giving the labrador a few moments to recover.


The coyote, always the most willing of the group to ignore any social norms and expectations, quickly took control, firmly gripping Dom’s antlers and starting to buck his hips, grunting loudly as his balls smacked against the underside of the deer’s snout.


For his part, Dom had no problem temporarily surrendering, letting the cheeky carnivore roughly fuck his face as he continued to stroke the other two shafts. After a little while of this treatment, though, he pulled himself free, winking at the coyote before starting the cycle over with the sheepdog. 


If you asked any of the three canines how long they spent in that bathroom, they might have said it felt like hours. Dom so deftly manipulated the pleasure they felt, increasing the pressure to liven things up and letting go just before any of them were able to climax, that none of his “constituents” were currently capable of doing much more than grunting, moaning, and smiling dumbly.


In reality, of course, the deer was on a schedule, so a couple of minutes before the lunch period was set to end, he decided to wrap things up. It didn’t take much for him to bring each of the dogs to orgasm in turn, he’d had more than enough time to figure out what they liked. 


Jack was easiest- all Dom had to do was wrap his arms around the labrador’s waist, pull him in close, and gently suckle on the sip of his shaft until he reached his limit. Cheeks glowing red, Jack let out a pitiful, horny little moan, gasping for air as his cock released its load into another animal for the first time.


Collot and Durham, on the other hand, wanted a competition. With Jack out of the way, he had them stand right next to each other, close enough that their cocks were practically touching. He only used his hands, not his mouth, stroking their shafts in perfect sync, matching his motions perfectly. Stroke for stroke, squeeze for squeeze. 


Even in their pleasure-addled state, the pair were still aware enough to give each other cocky grins, daring the other to cum first. Even until the very end, Dom himself had doubts about which one would “win” their little contest. Ultimately, it was decided by a fraction of a second, a real photo finish. Collot had won by a hair, but while he managed to outlast the coyote, he released his own load right after.


As much as he wanted to taste their cum, swirling it around his mouth before swallowing it down, Dom also needed to make sure that none of the other students would misunderstand what had happened here. As soon as Durham’s cock began to shoot out the first of several ropes of sticky cum, the deer closed his eyes, first aiming the dog’s shaft at his face, feeling the warm fluid matting his fur. Collot’s cock, on the other hand, was pointed further down, spraying the sheepdog’s load all over Dom’s freshly-washed school uniform.


Even as they came, the deer continued to squeeze their shafts, working them from base to tip, milking the pair for everything they had, wanting to be covered in their scent. Once it became clear that they had both been completely drained, he finally let them go, and they slumped down to the floor next to Jack, who had still not managed to recover. 


All three of the dogs had dazed, happy grins on their faces, wagging their tails as they drooled all over themselves. Dom smiled, the warmth in his heart almost as strong as the hot cum that continued to soak into his fur and clothes. He’d been wanting to satisfy men like this for years, and now, with Louis’ body, it had finally become a reality. 


        “So,” Dom grinned, getting up off his knees and standing over the three friends. “Now do you know who you’re going to vote for?”