Your eyes slowly open to get a view of the ceiling as you let loose a big yawn. You try to stretch your arms, but realize you can't move well. You're binded! You try to shout, but all that comes out is a muffled sound. You've been gagged too!
"Hello Ichabod." said a voice behind you. The voice was deep, and it sounded mature, unlike any nerd you know. 'Crap.' you think 'I've been captured by hostile forces.'
"Did you enjoy the dream we gave you? Stealing the portable dream machine from Fireheart last year was the smartest thing we've ever done!"
"And we don'tdo a lot of smart things!" exclaimed another voice. It was low, and dopey sounding.
"Shut up!" shouted the first voice. "Now, the dream was meant as a distraction while the class ended and everyone left."
You let out a muffled grunt, it was inquisitive.
"You want to know what we're doing?" asked the voice. He stepped into your line of sight. It was Brendan McGuire, the captain of the football team. He was the biggest human in the school, and one of the only non-anthro's on the team. "Well, our team needs a new guard, and there's no more jocks to recruit. So, we need to make one. We need a big, dumb, jock."
The other jocks cheered at this.
"Now Ichabod, we're going to give you two choices. Become one of us jocks, or become our prisoner. What will you do?"
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