The Aftermath (Beastars Body Swap #2)
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After Dom spent an amusing evening in Louis’ body, the deer wakes up in the peacock’s dorm room, quickly discovering he’s somehow traded fur for feathers. In this short story, he puts together the pieces of what Dom has been doing in his body.
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As the light of the sun pierced through the curtains, Louis blinked his eyes open, having a difficult time focusing on anything, tearing up against the blinding flash. He raised an arm to block the glare, but something about the silhouette of the limb seemed…wrong.


It only took a few moments for his eyes to adjust, and as his vision came into focus, it quickly became clear to the deer that something was indeed wrong. This…wasn’t his arm. It couldn’t be. The length didn’t match, the color was different, the texture clearly didn’t feel like fur.


“What the hell?” Louis groaned, still too sleepy to fully wrap his head around whatever had happened. He moved over until he sat at the edge of the bed, staring down at his feet. “Those are wrong too.”


He slowly stood up, having to brace himself against the wall in order to prevent himself from toppling over. His body didn’t just look different, it felt different to move. It took a moment to adjust to the way he needed to manipulate his limbs in order to walk, but once he had it down, the deer made his way through an unfamiliar bedroom in search of a mirror.


The instant he caught a glimpse of his own reflection in the mirror, he froze. Much like his limbs, his face looked different too. This time, however, there was also a flash of recognition. 


“Dom?” he asked out loud, looking into the mirror as the peacock from the costume department started back at him. “Well, that explains the voice at least. I wonder if he just woke up in my body. I should find his phone and call him. Me. Whatever.” Louis had clearly come to grips with the situation much quicker than the peacock himself had. After rooting around in search of the bird’s phone, he quickly unlocked it.


“Good thing Dom uses Face ID,” Louis mumbled as he started to pull up the phone app and type in his own number. His attention was drawn, however, to a particular icon in the notification bar. He’d known for some time that Dom was gay, of course, but he hadn’t suspected that the peacock was so… freaky. The presence of so many hookup apps on the bird’s home screen was therefore relatively amusing. Only one of them had a notification, however, and Louis decided to make a quick investigation, opening the app.


        What he saw, however, made his blood run cold. It was a simple message reading “Hey, sexy,” which was hardly unusual on this kind of app. The profile picture, however, terrified him. It was clearly a picture of himself, though the deer had never taken such an undignified photo in his life. Louis was mortified to see himself visibly aroused, with his tongue hanging out of his mouth, equal parts recognizable and slutty. The pit in his stomach only deepened as he took a closer look at the profile. 


        As he swiped through the photo gallery, each consecutive picture became worse and worse. The first, suggestive picture, turned out to be the only one in the bunch that was even moderately safe for work. The very next one had been taken from an overhead perspective as the deer crouched down (thankfully, still clothed) with someone’s cock gently resting on his nose. The rest of the pictures were largely similar. 


Towards the end, though, things shifted, and he watched himself kneeling on the floor, this time completely naked, with an unidentified tiger’s cock in his mouth. Even worse, Louis finally looked down at the account name, ‘Definitely Not Louis.’ 


“W-what the fuck?” Louis exclaimed, swiping down to read “his” profile bio.


“I might look exactly like Louis, the lead actor of the Cherryton drama club, likely future Beastar, and heir to the Horns Conglomerate, but I’m totally not ;) Would Louis act like such a total slut? I don’t think so, hun!”


Louis froze upon reading those words, only his eyes moving as he glanced back and forth between his body on the screen, and the aqua blue feathers covering the body that he was now inhabiting.


“Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me.”


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Louis sighed, walking down the sidewalk with his eyes trained on the floor. Due to his new, longer neck, the smooth concrete slabs seemed much further away than he was used to. To be honest, Louis wasn’t sure if he would ever adjust to life as a peacock. Of course, it had only been one weekend since the swap, so it was all still new.


        It didn’t help at all to see what Dom had begun to turn him into. Even supposing that he did manage to reclaim his deer form, the damage done to his reputation by the flamboyant, promiscuous, bird that had been gallivanting around in his fur would likely be irreparable. So far, his activities had been limited to late-night hookups, but he couldn’t imagine it would stop there. Before the swap, Dom’s sexuality hadn’t exactly been a secret among the student body.


 He thought about trying to go public with the swap, but all that would do would be to draw widespread attention to the situation.


        “Fuck, imagine seeing Dom prancing around in my body on national television. Even if people did believe me, which I’m sure they wouldn’t...” Louis muttered under his breath, thankful that the harm done to his image had at least remained relatively contained. 


        As Louis walked into the cafeteria, he froze in his tracks. His face was plastered everywhere. On posters, banners, stickers slapped onto the walls. Today was the start of the campaign to be the next senior class president, and Dom was making his candidacy known. 


        “This is absurd,” Louis groaned as he looked around. There were posters for the other candidates, of course, but they were understated in comparison to the hyper-colorful, garish offerings Dom had created. 


        “I know, right?” a short gray wolf said from behind, looking at the posters with a similar level of disgust. “That stuck-up deer as president? After the way he’s acted over the last three years, I don’t think there’s a carnivore alive that would vote for him.” The canine continued walking, not paying much attention to Louis at all. Now that he inhabited the peacock’s body, that was pretty much par for the course.


        “Well,” Louis sighed, in full realization of what would happen next. Dom’s hookups, which had remained contained to the hookup apps that the deer now frequented, would be blasted into the stratosphere. ‘Louis’ would be humiliated and lose in a landslide. That stain on his reputation would never wash away, even if the real Louis reclaimed his body. 


        Not that he’d ever been popular with carnivores. Indeed, many of them openly resented the wealthy deer from a privileged background. He did, however, command respect among the herbivores of Cherryton, respect that Dom was about to piss away. 


        Speaking of Dom, the “deer” chose that exact moment to walk into the cafeteria from a different entrance, immediately drawing the attention of nearly everyone there.


"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!" With that, he walked over to a group of canines standing together near the door. After a brief conversation, the deer happily marched into the nearest bathroom, with a couple of dogs following behind. 


Louis groaned, covering his face with his hands in an attempt to shut out the reality of what the bird who’d taken his body was about to do. 


“This is going to ruin me.”