Brother, Have We Got Problems 2 (tf)
by MS_alberta
Okay, it’s really not fair for me to just throw you into this. So, here’s the quickie version. Don’t laugh, or tell me I’m crazy. If you don’t believe me; fine. That’s your problem, not mine.
Me and my frat brothers were startin’ to have serious problems. We weren’t acting like brothers anymore, Hell; we were barely acting like friends. I asked my old buddy from high school for advice and he told me to sign the guys up for this weird seminar thing. We were gonna learn how to be brothers again.
So I do it. We end up at this pretty cool camp, and things are looking alright, ‘cept they wanted us naked, but that’s really not a big deal anymore, most of us spend the whole day naked, but that’s not the point. The point is half way through the day something really weird, but really great happens to us. We turn into dogs.
I thought I had screwed us all, but as it turns out, the Doc running the place knew what he was doing, and he was doing right by us. He knew how to make guys work together, how to get them to cut the crap and the fighting and the bullshit, and everything that can get in the way of men just being good to each other. He told me once that a big part of it was getting us back to basics, and dogs are about as basic and as balls out as you get when it comes to emotions. See, dogs can’t lie, they let everyone around them know exactly how they’re feelin’, all the time, and their emotions are huge and clear, no halfway or confusion going on.
The Doc brought us back to the frat house and we all spent some time as pooches. I changed back first and have been taking care of everyone since. Me? Well, I guess I’m kinda the leader of the bunch. No… you know what? I am the leader, but I’m more than that, too. The guys mean a lot to me, I never really let anyone know before.
Anyway, back to the story.
So we’d been back at the house for awhile now, getting used to what we were and what we are still changing into. A lot of us have changed back into dudes, but most of us are still dogs. Kinda. Even after we left the Doc, some more changes started happening. Some of the guys who were still dogs changed again, but not into people, into puppies. And that brings us up to date.
So, yeah.
Pups.
Now, I had puppies to deal with, too, on top of my frat bros-turned-dogs. They acted like puppies, too! They were tearing apart anything left on the floor, pissing and shitting everywhere, and God! They were so hyper. Every now and then, I could catch their attention and keep ‘em all calm, but it never lasted. I knew my brothers were in there, but it was like their five year old selves were in there, not their college selves.
I guess it’s not all bad, they’re lots of fun and pretty cute, and not every single guy turned back into a pup. Only about half of the guys who hadn’t changed back by Tuesday ended up as puppies. The other half have been changin’ back. They’re taking their sweet time, but they’re changin’ back. I don’t mean to sound like I hate them now or anything, it’s just since the camp, it’s really hard to hide how we feel, you know? Everything’s out there, and sure, it’s alittle rough, but I see how being honest like this is good. So yeah, I’m a little peeved off at ‘em. But I know it’s not their fault. They’re just who they are. But they are coming back, and outta their doggie-ness, it’s just taking awhile.
The funny thing is there’s no telling when they’re gonna start to change back. Our Frat. House is built up in the mountains with a lake right behind it. It’s a small lake, but it’s pretty sweet. In the Winter it freezes solid and we pound each other pretty bad during our all day hockey games, and in the summer, well, yeah, it’s a lake, what do you think we do?
Anyways, me and a bunch of the guys, two legged and four legged, but only the older ones, had gone down for a swim. It was always fun for us before, but now with half the guys as dogs, I knew this was gonna be so great. And it was. We threw around balls and Frisbees, and we wrestled a lot. Ever since the trip, we all love things like that; catch, fetch, or just roughhousing, even more than before. I swam out to the buoy and just kinda baked out there, while a bunch of the guys went out on our boat. The guys sure were affectionate as dogs. One of ‘em especially.
Austin was one of the three dogs we took with us. Him and his two buddies had all rushed the same year and had come from the same high school, so they had a way of always sticking together. The other two were Craig and Clark. When they first came and joined our frat, they fit right in. Then a senior’s little brother came to visit. He was a Junior in high school and was probably gonna come here in a couple of years. He was a pretty cool guy. Blond and kinda small, like me and alittle shy at first, but warmed up after some time. We named the kid “Shortstuff”. We took him to a party and I saw some dark-haired freshman guy from campus was checking him out. So I asked his older brother if he was, you know, different. It turned out he was. I asked Shortstuff if he’d like to meet that guy across the room, and he said “yes” but had never approached a guy before, and was real nervous about it. So, I told him the best way to approach a girl is to make an ass outta yourself so you’re not nervous after that, so me and bunch of the guys picked up Shortstuff off the ground and carried him over to the guy, kinda making him crowd surf us. We put him down and I formally introduced him. Shortstuff was beat red, but the guy couldn’t stop smiling at him. I told Shortstuff we’d be around if he needed anything and told the other guy that he was our friend, and that nothing bad was gonna to him tonight. Me and all the guys flexed as I told him that. Now I’m not huge, I’m kinda small actually, but having half the La Crosse team behind me got the point across. Anyways, we left the party around 2:30 in the morning and got back to our own frat. Shortstuff was looking alittle not-put-together. His shirt was all wrinkled and half tucked in, his pants were on crooked, his hair was sticking up weird, and his face was flushed, but the kid had the biggest smile on his face I’d ever seen. We grilled the poor kid, asking just how far he got, but asking him to leave out the details; getting’ some was good, but the rest of us weren’t like that, so details weren’t necessary. He told us they talked for a long time, and then just kinda made out, and maybe did some other stuff, but everything was fine, and nothing too extreme happened. We cheered the kid on this and that’s when Austin and his buddies came in, totally plastered. They had been at one of the local bars; you know the kind around colleges where all that matters is your money, not your I.D.. They came in and found us teasing Shortstuff over his make out session, and Austin just kinda froze up. He looked at the kid like someone looks at a gun. Like it was dangerous but you can’t stop thinking about it. His two buds, Craig and Clark were still very up and laughing too hard to notice Austin’s mood. Austin said real shaky “I’m going to bed” and went upstairs. We all packed it in and went to bed, too.
Shortstuff was sleeping on the couch, but when I went to check on him later in the night he wasn’t there, instead I found Austin’s roommates, Craig and Clark there, but I heard noises coming from their room. I’m not sure what was going in, I had never got that vibe from Austin before, so I just went to listen to make sure everything was fine. From what I heard, it sounded like a marathon was going on in there.
The next morning was pretty bad. I heard Austin shouting from his room “Fuckin’ faggot! Get the fuck outta my room! You sick fuck! Did you touch me! Did you try to fuck me! Did you!” I was sprinting up the stairs, to his room and nearly kicked down the door. Austin was pissed and looked about ready to beat the shit outta the kid. Shortstuff was in his underwear, on the floor crying, “But… we… you said… you asked me up… you’re the fir-” Austin roared at the kid “I’m not your first anything! I didn’t touch you! Nothing happened! Get Out!” He stood there, looking from the kid then to me, then back. He turned to me and said “I don’t want to see this sick fuck again.” He turned his back to us. I crouched down to help the kid up and gather the rest of his clothes. The kid was cracked after that, he didn’t say much and just cried quietly. His big brother told us he was gonna take him back home that afternoon.
After that Austin and his friends just kinda lived in the house, not really talking to anyone and he never looked me in the eye after that. For everyone’s sake, I never talked about what I had heard that evening or what had happened that morning.
That was one of the little groups that formed. Austin and his buddies.
Anyways, we stayed out past afternoon and way into the night at the beach. It was getting pretty late, and it was hard to see everyone so I decided we should head back in. We paddled back to shore and I noticed we were three dogs short. I would have died if I had lost any of my brothers in the water, even if they were Austin and his buds, they were my guys now. I didn’t have much time to worry as I heard whimpering turn into grunting. The three of ‘em had just turned back into people. They came out of the surf on all fours and shook their bodies all over, trying to dry themselves like they were still dogs. They had been dogs for a while, so it took them a few tries to stand up without falling over. They tried to talk but their voices came out gruff and strange.
As we walked back up to the house they kept at it, slowly getting their voices back, even if they did sound alittle more sandpapery than before. They kept touching each other, getting a kick outta feeling skin instead of fur. We were almost back to the frat when the guys “rediscovered” themselves and started on their meat. We had reached the back gate to the frat when a jogger came by, with his eyes wide on my guys’ pumped junk. They just smiled and waved forgetting that they were naked and grinning back to a complete stranger … well actually, they waved twice, once with their hands and then again with their “something elses”. As he jogged on by, I had to remind them the guy probably thought the three of ‘em were coming on to him. Clark and Craig quickly covered themselves up and looked real embarrassed. Austin just kinda stood there and looked down at the ground. He looked me right in the eye and said “Well, maybe we are. What’s wrong with that?”
I don’t think he was really asking me, I think he was asking himself. “But maybe you’re right. Maybe we freaked him out alittle.” Austin reached over and took an extra pair of jeans from me. He slipped himself in, shoving in his junk and ran after the guy. Ever since the thing with Shortstuff whenever he was around someone he knew, or thought could be a gay, he pretty much just shut up and kinda pulled himself away from the group. And now here he was telling us maybe doing stuff with a guy wouldn’t be so bad. So yeah, it was weird, but not exactly bad… right? Anyways, I could see that Austin had caught up with the jogger next to his car, parked by a public bathroom. The guy had already showered and changed back into street clothes. That guy musta ran from us pretty fast, I thought. Austin was talking with him now, but I couldn’t hear ‘em. I didn't look like there was any shouting, and it didn’t look like a fight, so things seemed to be going okay. We waited out there for, like, half an hour and by now the sun was almost gone and I could barely make out their shapes. Craig and Clark were dry now and busy checking out each other’s human bodies. They were kinda weird about it, they were really interested is each other's fingers, shoulder blades, and ankles. I guess you really start to miss those things after awhile.
Well, I guess the bathrooms have timers on ‘em or something cause flood lights started coming on. You could pick out each bathroom down the beach as they turned on one at a time. Then Austin’s spot turned on.
I guess the walls we’ve built up really are being torn down.
The next day it seemed like every guy was gonna turn back. Left and right, brothers were shedding, panting, stretching and growing. I actually thought our frat house would be filled with humans by the end of the night.
