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Stuck in a Rut

Part One: Arrival

The package arrived unusually early in the morning, just as Seda was finishing breakfast. It was fairly nondescript, just a brown cardboard box with a shipping label, minimal return address info. This wasn't terribly unusual; Seda had reasons to order all sorts of bizarre things, both for his personal address and at work. The contents were another story: carefully folded black fabric, with neon-bright turquoise highlights. A black card embossed with gold letters rested on top. Seda picked up the card and scanned it.

"From your friend. Use this when you need to relax." Seda set the card aside, pondering his next move. The last surprise gift he'd gotten had been a good deal more than he'd bargained for, but not exactly unpleasant. No, definitely not unpleasant. Besides, how much trouble could some fabric be?

He lifted the contents from the box. A jockstrap, with some kind of logo. For some reason he couldn't quite make it out, no matter how long he stared at it.

"Do I need new glasses?" He thought aloud. He glanced around the room, but everything else seemed to be in perfect focus. "Well, no time to deal with this now. Gotta get ready for work!"

He walked to his bedroom and set the garment aside on his dresser, then headed back to the kitchen, downed the rest of his tea, and set out for the lab.

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Part 2: Anticipation

Seda returned home late in the evening, the sun already close to the horizon. He walked in the door and made a beeline for his bedroom, ready to get out of his work clothes and into something more comfortable. As he entered the room, the dark fabric with its bright accents caught his eye. Perhaps now is as good a time as any to try that on? Let's see what all the fuss is about.

He picked up the jockstrap and paid more attention to the feel of the fabric. A bit stretchy, very soft, seemed like it would breathe comfortably. It seemed to slide effortlessly against his fingers. The logo remained inscrutable as ever. With a shrug, he stripped down, and slipped it on. A brief pause, a deep inhaled breath, and...

Nothing. Well, that was anticlimactic. At least they are extremely comfortable!

Seda continued about the rest of his evening, pulling some pants on and heading to the kitchen for dinner, scrolling through social media, completing the other various mundane activities of a typical Tuesday evening. He gradually became aware that he felt increasingly, uncharacteristically tired. Must be pulling too many long shifts at the lab lately. Might as well get to bed a bit early.

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Part 3: Awakening

Bundled up in his blankets, Seda tossed and turned on the mattress. His uneasy sleep was interrupted by a muffled clacking noise and a throbbing headache. His eyes snapped open, and he blinked, his vision seeming a bit off, somehow. At least the noise had stopped, but why did his head hurt so much? He slowly leaned to one side, trying to get comfortable again, and heard another muffled noise as his progress was suddenly halted.

Oh, shit. Oh no, no, no, not this again...

He scrabbled around on his bedside table, grabbing his phone and turning on the selfie camera. The face that stared back at him didn't belong to a human or a werewolf. He was now a handsome 8-point buck. In fact, fur was growing in over his neck and chest as he watched, with sharp pangs and small grinding, shifting sounds coming from deep inside as bones moved around and muscles realigned themselves in his torso, thighs, and legs. The velvet still clinging to his antlers explained what had muffled the noise of them catching against the headboard of his bed. Glancing down, Seda saw that the jockstrap was still firmly in place, albeit stretched a bit tighter. No, a lot tighter. The logo was finally clearly visible: a silhouette of a stag's head.

Getting carefully to his hooves, he switched on the lights, blinking at the sudden brightness, and made his way to his full-length dressing mirror, peeling the remaining velvet off his antlers along the way and feeling a shiver run down his spine--and straight to his rapidly-hardening erection-- as he did so. As he stopped to pose and admire his new body, he couldn't help but notice a conspicuous new wet spot on the front of his undies.

Ah, fuck it. I'm stuck in a rut now, but at least it's not a boring one.

He quickly stripped his undies off and his long, slender cock sprang upward from under the fabric fast enough that he half expected a cartoonish boing to accompany it. Wrapping the fingers of one hand, their tips gone hard and shiny like small hooves, around his shaft, he started stroking slowly, watching as the last of the velvet fell away from his antlers, the tan marking on the top of his muzzle that was common to all his various forms started to grow more distinct from the gray fur around it. A few drops of precum beaded up and dripped slowly to the floor. He noted idly that his balls were now a bit more oblong than before, and somewhat larger. Reaching up with his other hand, Seda started peeling a final stubborn piece of velvet from his antlers, the base of them still red with dried blood, before a sudden urge overtook him. He moved both hands to the tines of his antlers and brushed along them slowly and sensuously. The feeling was like an electrical current through his body, a small flame getting warmer and warmer, a dull roaring in his head that built up louder and louder until he realized the roaring wasn't in his head, it was coming from him, and he was painting the mirror with a massive load, hands-free. It took a full minute for his slender, almost cylindrical length to stop throbbing and retreat back into his sheath.

I really should have expected this. Mysterious R&R gifts from friends always seem to end up with me rutting out of my mind after growing antlers. Looks like this isn't wearing off any time soon, so I'll just have to put it to good use.

Seda smiled to himself. It might not be a bad idea to take a sick day, after all. Or maybe two. After all, there were definitely friends behind this prank who might appreciate some payback.