Sneak Peak: Transmogrification "Owww... Ow, fuck," Jerome groaned as he rubbed his fresh bumps and bruises. The small stag faced this kind of challenge every mating season. He and his bachelor friends suffered similarly; the bigger and stronger males claimed all the does, while the smaller stags were beaten into submission. Sometimes, the consequences were much worse, with trips to the hospital for serious injuries not being uncommon. And some dominant males took pleasure in utterly humiliating their defeated rivals, with more than a few ending up treated like does after their defeat. "Are you alright?" Tomas, an even smaller stag, asked, kneeling down to examine Jerome's wounds. He was visibly relieved to see that his friend had gotten through the day without any severe injuries. Two years before, Jerome had suffered an antler through his spleen. Fortunately, Tomas had managed to rush his friend to the emergency room in time. The smaller stag had been through medical school, which was why the other bachelor males appreciated having him around. However, he had decided against pursuing a career in medicine. His real passion turned out to be quantum physics, which led him to invent his transmogrification chamber. It was the solution to a problem that only Tomas had truly identified and worked to solve, aiming to protect his friends from brutal rituals every year. "Yeah... I'm ok... I'm ok," Jerome mumbled weakly, hugging himself tightly as he sat, rocking slowly back and forth. The stag was more mentally scarred than physically injured by what the male he’d lost to had done to him. Leaning over him, Tomas's nose picked up the scent; Jerome's sweat-soaked body reeked of heady, musky seed. Tomas had witnessed this more times than he cared to remember, the stronger having taken his pleasure with the weaker. "Did he make the females you were fighting for watch?" Tomas asked as Jerome sobbed softly. Gently, he stroked Jerome's cheek, watching as the other deer jerked away from his touch, quickly wiping the tears from his eyes. Jerome put up a brave front. "Does always watch bucks fight," Jerome snorted, convincing himself that was what Tomas was referring to. They both knew very well that wasn't the question Tomas was asking, the heavy scent marking the air between them. "You've got a gentle touch, Tommy," Jerome spoke slowly, watching the other stag finish wrapping up his wounds. "And the tailhole raping happened afterward," Tomas noted, as his friend began to sob, leaning against him as he finished treating his wounds. "Now that the mating season is over... Can I show you something I've been working on?" Tomas asked as he carefully helped Jerome up, allowing Jerome to lean on him as they walked towards his lab.