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Spending the whole day wearing an outfit on the year anniversary of receiving it wasn't a common practice.

For so many people, once they had an outfit; be it a suit, shorts and a shirt, a dress, or whatever have you, the piece was worn and if it was enjoyed , there was no shortage of occasions to break out their best threads, until there was nothing left of them...but anniversaries didn't often follow garments around like that.

For Anthony, his favorite outfit wasn't technically an outfit at all, and as the greatest gift he'd ever been given, it felt wrong not to celebrate the occasion of receiving it, somehow.

"I told you that you didn't have to do anything more for me, you know," Anthony reminded Jason, as he pulled the zippers of the husky suit into place. "Honestly, after you gave me this, I would have been perfectly fine never getting another gift ever again."

"You can say that all you want, but I'm not about to retire just because I had the best game of my career," Jason murmured. His joke drew a quick chuckle from Anthony, but it was clear enough that Jason's boyfriend was still feeling a little guilty about how many wonderful things he'd received over the course of the last year; he didn't want to be spoiled. "And you and I have been talking about taking a long vacation for a while now..."

"But isn't this trip going to be expensive? Like... really expensive?"

"Sure is," Jason confirmed. "But we can afford it, and we want to go, so as long as we can get the time off of work, what's the big deal about it?"

Anthony was still smiling, even when the head of the costume was being lowered over his own and completing the change that would take away the last of his human features. "I just worry...I feel like you always do so much for me, and that I'm not doing enough for you to reciprocate, you know?"

Jason shook his head almost immediately. "It's not about us trying to keep a perfectly even keel, Anthony...it's about us doing what we can for each other, when we can. You don't always have to shower me with gifts and affection."

"And you don't have to do that for me, either."

"But I can right now, and I want to, and I don't want us to be the couple that comes up with a dream trip and then puts it off forever because of silly little reasons."

Anthony's costume sealed completely into place, and the transformed Fletcher found that, even in his more comfortable state, he struggled to accept the generosity of others for being nothing more than that, even when it came to his own boyfriend.

Hard as it was to frown when he was perfectly disguised as a proper canine, there was a bit of a despondence to his usual, jovial nature.

"Maybe one of these days you'll come to terms with the fact that people just genuinely care about you and want you to be happy," Jason teased, but he made sure to ruffle right through the middle of Fletcher's ears, trying not to undercut the sincerity behind his dry sarcasm. "I know that it's not easy getting used to it, but...I wouldn't do all of this just to spoil you. I want to do what makes you happy, Fletcher."

The fact that Jason was so willing to indulge his boyfriend with the proper name for the costumed form was something that the husky didn't take for granted, but the point of their talk was a little deeper than that: as Anthony, he'd always struggled to accept the natural kindness of others, but when he was Fletcher, he _usually_found it easier to take that generosity in stride.

Lately, however...some of the human concerns were bleeding into his transformed state. Fletcher didn't want to admit that, but Jason couldn't possibly ignore it, seeing how much of the natural concerns of a human had bled into the once playful nature of his favorite, canine companion.

"Speaking of that...I've got the day off, and you've definitely put yourself through the ringer over the course of the year," Jason reminded him. "You wanna go for a walk to celebrate?"

Fletcher was hoping that they might do something more involved than a walk, but he wasn't going to complain about it in the least; his tail was wagging well before the slack of a leash was presented to him, and the proper nature of a smile was played across his muzzle before they made their way to the door.

**

Fletcher was always the one working himself out when the pair went to the park, but that day, getting away from the apartment and the talk of vacation plans was just what the husky needed to break free of the human mold and act like a proper, playful dog.

He'd gotten better about keeping himself in control, but instincts were running high on the anniversary of that fateful gift, and Jason found himself chasing his boyfriend down on several occasions; by the time they made it back to the apartment, even the sportier half of the couple needed a lengthy break, and while Anthony was stripping out of his suit, Jason was laying down for a nap.

It wasn't until Anthony fully stripped out of Fletcher that he felt the soreness spreading across his body: he couldn't perform such high speed sprints, lengthy runs and tight, hairpin turns without paying a price for it later on, and as his body became human again, he felt the pain and pressure on his joints like he never had before.

If they hadn't been working out together so often in the form of morning runs, he could only imagine what kind of pain he would have been in...but that was just another of the fringe benefits that came from the glorious combination of both the best person, and the best thing to ever happen to his life.

"Why can't I just leave it alone, though?"

Sitting on the edge of the bed and letting Jason rest for as long as he needed, Anthony was left alone with a dirty, sweat-riddled suit and his own thoughts...the latter of which continued to weigh heavily on him, as he looked down at the crumpled pile of faux fur and lycra that somehow turned him into a real, living canine.

"Does there have to be a deeper reason for everything? Can't I just accept that something incredible...something truly magical happened to me? Happened for me?"

During the first few days, Jason didn't blame Anthony whatsoever for struggling to accept the way that reality seemed to bend around him: the fact that putting on the suit shouldn't have fooled anyone was a stride far enough, but then, the fact that he could always feel his mind melting away just enough to allow him to feel like a husky, without ever fully losing control...it was all a bit too perfect.

It was the kind of thing that left him so curious, he was willing to do just about whatever it took to find more answers, but he'd been digging up information about the company here and there over the course of the year, without finding many leads.

He needed to see Jason's phone if he was ever going to get to the proper bottom of things.

"I'm sure he'd understand...this has been eating at me since day one ," Anthony whispered to himself, as he stood from the edge of the bed, moving as cautiously as he ever had. "Dunno why, but I just...I just can't let this go."

He could already hear Jason asking him why he couldn't just have something nice and be content with the fact that he had it, but he'd been prodding himself with that same question for as long as he could remember.

For whatever reason, Anthony couldn't get over the fact that the suit was still so enigmatic; he'd have plenty of time to come up with an excuse, but right then, he was riddled with the tantalizing creep of nerves flooding his fingertips.

He picked up the phone from Jason's nightstand, his hands trembling so violently that he feared he might drop it and bring his snooping to a premature end.

Even his body was making it clear how wrong this was, and he didn't need the constant reminders...but he refused to listen to their silent warnings, no matter how much his stomach turned with every step he took.

Moving back from the edge of the nightstand and heading for the bathroom, Anthony unlocked the phone and opened an email application, knowing that there would still be some sort of record: be it a bill of sale, a receipt, or even just a confirmation of an order placed, there had to be something that Anthony could trace the suit back to.

It didn't take long, just by searching through different keywords, but the history of the company remained shrouded in mystery: the emailed receipt only told him of the cost...and seeing the numbers, Anthony felt that much more guilt about how spoiled he truly was.

"At least I know I could replace it if it was ever damaged," he murmured. "Not that it ever seems to get damaged in the first place, no matter how rough I am with it...it really is like a second skin that I can just put on and take off at will...like whatever I do while I'm wearing it isn't a permanent reflection on the suit itself... really wish there was more research about these things."

"Then maybe you should have just asked me to tell you more about it?"

It was such a rare thing to hear disappointment from Jason that it was genuinely startling when Anthony looked up and saw his boyfriend, still groggy from his nap, standing there with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Seriously, dude...I...I get that you want to know more about this; I really do...but this has to stop. You just stole my fucking phone."

"Why would that even bother you in the first place? You've never cared if I borrowed your phone before."

Jason rolled his eyes. "There is a sincere difference between borrowing my phone because you need to look something up, and stealing it when you know I'm asleep so I won't know what you're up to with it...even when it's pretty obvious what you're doing."

"...Can you really blame me? You bought me some weird, mystical thing that works in a way that nothing should, you refuse to tell me much more about it, and when I try to do research on the company so I can get some answers, nothing ever comes up and you won't help me!"

"Did you ever consider that I was just trying to keep some aspects of the suit a surprise? The best part of a magic trick isn't finding out how its done...it's not knowing how the trick works so you can still appreciate the fact that it's magical in the first place."

Anthony was having trouble arguing with Jason's point, but he didn't want to look like he'd been in the wrong for what he'd done, even when he knew that to be true from the beginning.

As much as they could, human ears were trying to wilt, the same way that Fletcher's ears would have, if they were present to do so.

"I understand that," Anthony finally claimed. "And I respect your logic, but that...that doesn't change that this whole thing ends up feeling like an omission of the truth, you know? I'm not calling you a liar, but it ends up feeling like there's something being kept from me, and that's not really fair."

"Would it make you feel better if I told you that I'm not really sure how it works, either?"

"...You don't?"

"I knew you wanted a costume that would make you look like a husky. You'd been talking about fursuits and the like for so long that it would have been cruel of me to keep putting it off any longer, but I didn't expect you to have as strong of a reaction as you did," Jason confessed. "But that wasn't the part that threw me off the most...it was the fact that you practically became a dog whenever you put the suit on, so much that everyone around us is fooled by it, too. I had no idea that would happen."

"You know, for some reason, I always assumed that you knew that would happen...and...n-now I kinda feel like a dick."

Jason snickered. "I'm still not really thrilled with you for stealing my phone, but if that's what you believed, I can't blame you for wanting to know a little more about the suits. Like I said before, I wish you would have just asked me about that from the start; I would have told you the truth back then."

"Communication is pretty important in a relationship," Anthony bemoaned that simple truth as he tried to smile, but he could still see disappointment in Jason's gaze. "And I guess it's pretty hard to communicate properly when you spend half your time running around and being a carefree canine..."

"But that makes you happy, and I don't begrudge you that," Jason explained. "I just need you to believe me that I'm being honest with you about things like this...and if you really want to know more, it's better that we talk it out."

Anthony sighed. His fingers were still trembling when they offered the phone back to Jason, but his boyfriend wasn't giving him the same intense glare that he was when the truth had been uncovered.

"Thank you...for being so understanding," Anthony muttered. "I'm really sorry that I let myself do this in the first place...if I'm this disappointed in myself, I can't even begin to imagine how you feel."

"No, no," Jason shook his head. "To be honest, looking at it from your perspective, I can understand why you were so curious. I'm more upset at you for stealing my phone than I am about you snooping around."

"Really?"

"Mmhm. Just like I said: let me know ahead of time next time, and you and I can talk this out, instead of having to have a different conversation on the other side of it."

Anthony winced at that, but he could see Jason's expression softening by the moment. "So...we're good?"

"Good-ish."

"Just 'ish'?"

"Well, we do still need to have a little talk about you taking my phone like that," Jason reminded him. "But further, the fact that it's been eating at you this much makes me feel a bit more justified in my own curiosity. Do you think it's just your suit that would cause a transformation, or is it everything the company makes?"

Anthony didn't want to get ahead of himself, but he knew his eyes were glowing at the possibility of what Jason might suggest. "Guess there's only one way to find out, right?"

"I'd wager there's a few, but I get the impression that you're only interested in one kind of detective work right now; perhaps a little retail investigation is in order?"

Anthony still wasn't sure exactly how much Jason had spent on the original suit, but he couldn't believe that they were doing well enough to afford buying a second.

Of course, they were just planning a trip to Denali, and that wasn't going to be a drop in the bucket, either.

"You...r-really think we can afford all that?" Anthony asked. "Even with the trip we were planning?"

"They did offer me a coupon to use if I ever felt like making a repeat order," Jason mentioned. "Can't remember how much of a deal it was, but if we pinch our pennies, I'm sure we could afford the trip...and perhaps a new suit to wear while we're on our little adventure up north?"

Anthony knew he was beaming, but he couldn't contain the glee in his smile...and to see that genuine reaction from him was all the motivation that Jason needed to make his purchase.

**

There was no shortage of chuckles and awkward laughter for Jason, as he tried to adjust to the way that tight, gripping lycra was grabbing onto his naked skin; he couldn't imagine ever becoming used to it, the way that Anthony had.

He also didn't imagine himself wearing the costume as often as Anthony did his own, but there was a certain degree of comfort to feeling something so warm and thick against his skin, as though he was wearing a weighted blanket, designed specifically for his own body.

"I keep feeling like I'm gonna hit a point where I can't move normally in this, but...it really does move with me, doesn't it?" he asked, waving his arms around and trying to find a pinch point in the design of the suit; there were, pleasantly enough, none to be had. "It's like I'm swimming in something, but I never get wet...this is so weird."

"If you're not enjoying it, we don't have to keep going," Anthony suggested. "Though...you do look awfully handsome in that shade of gold."

Anthony was putting on his own bodysuit, eager to become a husky once more, especially with the prospect of another dog in the room: to have someone so familiar to him in a transformed state was the most exciting thing he could remember since the first time he removed Fletcher from his box.

Jason was taking a little longer to adjust to the body itself, but the magic seemed to happen when the head was sealed into place; Anthony could hardly blame his boyfriend for being a little hesitant about that.

"You sure you're not gonna ask me to wear this all the time?" Jason asked, but a quick wink dispatched any real concerns Anthony might have had. "It is a pretty soothing shade, though...I kinda want to pet my own belly."

"Small as your belly is in the first place."

"Good boys deserve pets, no matter how small their bellies are."

Anthony couldn't argue with that logic, but he still waited to make any contact with Jason until he was sure that his boyfriend was comfortable with the decision that he made: that first leap from a human body to a canine one was larger than Anthony could properly describe, and he didn't want to fully don the mantle of Fletcher until he knew that Jason was comfortable with his own change.

A warm, shaggy coat of fur was starting to grow from the patterned, golden-yellow design of Jason's bodysuit, and the first sounds of a head sealing to a neck were filling the quiet gaps in their conversation as Jason finally pulled the head of his costume down...and for the first time, Anthony was able to see what it looked like when the outfit created such a perfect illusion.

For the first instant, it was obvious that Jason was a man in a dog costume, no matter how realistic the individual pieces might have been. For a fursuit, it would have been an impressive design and build, but the unique design of the bodysuit wasn't stopping at that stage of the illusion.

Even standing upright, there was a visual shift in the way that Jason's arms moved in toward his body, and the legs he stood on continued to mold into a different shape, until Anthony wasn't sure if he was looking at human legs anymore. The grade of his planted foot was shifting, and the toes that filled the feet of the outfit were moving around under the cover of the lycra, until Anthony could actually see the emergence of a dewclaw through the surface of the costume.

It didn't seem possible, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized that he'd taken his own transformations for granted: every time he'd worn Fletcher in the past, he had the proper claws and dewclaws of a canine...the full, gnashing fangs of one, as well.

"You look like you should be falling over, but...y-you're still upright," Anthony mentioned, seeing the adjusted posture and curvature of Jason's spine. "Is this what it looks like every time I do that?"

Jason wasn't sure if he'd be able to speak properly. At that moment, he was still getting used to the way that the interior of the facemask was grabbing onto his skin...and he couldn't compare it to anything he'd ever felt before.

It was as though warm, soothing caramel was being used to make a mold of his expression, but as it was pushed and pressed into place, it stayed where it was, somewhere between a solid and a liquid, but always clinging to the surface of his skin and following his every move.

When his mouth opened to reply, Anthony looked into the muzzle...and could only see the long, warm muscle of a canine's tongue, complete with the discolored roof of his mouth to add to the illusion.

"Is it the company that makes them? It couldn't be a coincidence that this kind of thing would only happen to us...but...I feel like this would be a way bigger deal...like everyone would want to buy something like this, if they knew about it."

Anthony was forgetting that not everyone in the world shared his interests, but as far as he was concerned, anyone would jump at the chance to be a dog for a day, if the price was right.

"Oh, right. You...you don't really know how to talk like this, do you?"

Jason barked, but he was still very much of a human mind: his arms, now shaped like the proper front legs of a dog, tried to cross over the shifting shape of his chest.

"Sorry...I'm not used to being on this side of the equation," Anthony reminded him. "I hadn't considered how much work it was to be a handler like this...I should really show you my appreciation more often than I do."

Think nothing of it. Your reaction is all the thanks I need, really, Jason thought. Now I just need to figure out how to tell you to relax and enjoy yourself...

Communicating wasn't quite as easy as he hoped it would be, but Jason was adjusting to the new bodysuit in quicker fashion, thanks to his previous interactions with Fletcher.

Something about seeing another canine in the room was calling out to the husky in such a way that Anthony could already feel his mind being torn between two worlds, but there was one more thing he hadn't considered about the changes they'd undergone.

"Oh, y-you...you really are enjoying yourself quite a bit, aren't you?"

One thing that Jason always went out of his way to be respectful of was that fact that Fletcher presented as a full, proper husky...but the canine exterior reflected the state of the human that filled the costume.

In as much, Fletcher wasn't a neutered canine...and neither was Jason, as he completed the transformation into a golden retriever.

"Sorry, I didn't...I mean...I wasn't going to look, but we...it's not like you've never seen me doing that before, right?" Anthony bounced around with his words, unsure how to express that he was interested in taking a closer look without making it sound like that was his only motivation for Jason to wear the costume. "And it...looks...r-really... realistic."

Anthony could hardly remember pulling the head of his costume on, and with new inspiration, he transformed into Fletcher faster than he ever had before; a giddy sense of playfulness and the overt attraction to his boyfriend were carrying over through the early stages of the transformation, until Fletcher was down on all fours, inspecting Jason's standing body.

With his own transformation completed, Jason couldn't stay upright any longer, but his body slumped down over the husky below him...leaving the warmth of his sheath and the full, fuzzy heft of his balls just in range of Fletcher's curious muzzle.

I know he didn't do this on purpose, but he's not moving away, Fletcher thought. He doesn't even feel like he's moving...just like he's trying to get his bearings straight?

The warmth was pleasant enough, but the scent that Jason wore about himself as a human...one that Anthony was so happily familiar with, was expanding into a different, but entirely blissful aroma, as Fletcher's nose bumped into the end of the sheath.

At that intoxicating bouquet, the husky knew he was going to struggle to stop himself, and he hardly realized that the full, wide flesh of his tongue was slurping against that opening before he felt a kick of Jason's hind legs.

Okay, that...that feels fucking amazing, Jason thought. Certainly wasn't expecting that, but...is this really okay? Like, we're still us...kinda...but...I don't think Anthony has ever been this aggressive with me in the bedroom, before.

Their sex life wasn't the primary focus of their relationship, but Anthony would have been the first to admit that Jason was the one taking the lead, more often than not.

As Fletcher, he'd flipped those tables completely, but even when he felt the tip of Jason's new, canine member emerging and brushing against the flat of his tongue, he hadn't stopped to ask Jason if he was okay rushing in that way, or if he needed more time to warm up.

He listened to the silent signals of Jason's body: the growing, stiffened presence of a cock against his muzzle and the subtle wagging of a tail seemed obvious signs enough that Fletcher could trust them, but he couldn't read Jason's mind to know how much hesitance there really was behind it all.

Like a proper canine, he was paying more attention to action and response than underlying thoughts, and when the warm, marbled flesh of Jason's length continued to fill and pulse inside of Fletcher's maw, the husky was having trouble containing his own excitement; he knew that his length was hanging between his legs, desperate for the chance to be used...but it wouldn't be that simple, and a lack of forethought would prevent him from getting too much further.

So many scents and tastes about it that I've been missing all this time, Fletcher thought, genuinely enamored with the new sensations that came along with trying out his boyfriend's flesh in such a unique fashion. I'd probably do this for him more often if he'd let me do it in this body...

That unlocked another host of moral dilemmas for Fletcher to worry about, and that time, he took Jason's feelings into consideration before making the suggestion...but as a pair of eager, playful dogs, it was hard to convey those emotions or intentions with words.

Actions had to suffice, and already, Fletcher could feel something warm and slick dribbling across the back of his tongue; that was just what he was after, but there was a subtle lack of enthusiasm from the other end...and he had to pause and wonder why Jason wasn't using that chance to thrust into his mouth.

Is it a lack of experience? I know humping is kinda weird when your hips have changed shape, but...he's gotta be getting close. Why isn't he doing anything?

Hard as it was to properly bob his head and neck toward Jason's cock, Fletcher was giving it his best effort, trying to simulate human skills with a canine's body.

When he still didn't feel that thrust, and noticed a leg kicking back and to the side, he collected the last bit of dripping mess that he could and swallowed it, fearful that their fun was going to be cut short...and the painful throbbing of his erection might have been the least of his problems.

How do I do this...? How do I get this thing...off...there we go.

Pushing the invisible seams apart and freeing his human skull from the inside of a transformed canine's head, Jason felt like himself again almost immediately, but it wasn't until he'd completely separated the head and stood upright that he felt he could call himself Jason again.

Just like Anthony had, he'd have to come up with a new name for the new body...but not until he addressed the elephant in the room.

"Guess you were having a pretty good time, yourself," Jason noted, as he watched Fletcher sit back on his haunches. Despite wilted ears and a sagging tail, a dripping cock was still fully emerged from his sheath; tantalizing though it was, Jason knew he needed a little more time to adjust to such a new concept, and after his talk the week before about honesty, he needed to be a man of his word. "Not that I'd ever want to leave you hanging, but...could we finish this as ourselves, perhaps?"

Fletcher wasn't ready to be put away yet: the past year was filled with so many happy, playful days that he'd become a literal part of Anthony, but he also recognized the uneasy look that Jason was giving him.

It was a rare look, at best.

"If it's too much, we...we don't have to finish this right now," Fletcher said, just as the seams of his neck were pulled apart, revealing a frowning, worried Anthony below. "We don't ever have to do this again, if it's not your thing."

"It could be," Jason suggested, though his tone still rang with concern. "I'm flattered...and...h-honestly kinda turned on that you just went for it like that, but...maybe take me on a few dates before you just go in for the kill?"

Anthony had a full year head start to get used to the idea of being another person, and then, accepting that new person into the fold of his existence.

Jason had all of a few minutes.

"I...y-yeah. I see what you mean," Anthony replied. "I am so sorry, Jason..."

"Apology accepted, but it's nothing you need to be sorry for. I'm the one that's sorry to leave you all pent up like that."

"...Some things are worth waiting a little longer for," Anthony claimed. "Perhaps a little vacation to clear our minds is just what we've needed, after all."

Kneeling to the floor and pressing a reassuring kiss to Anthony's forehead, Jason nodded his agreement and stayed in close for a cuddle. "Can't tell you how much I'm looking forward to that," he said, "Or how much I'm looking forward to being a dog again on the other side of it..."

Anthony couldn't have been happier with those words, but he didn't know what to say in response.

He stayed in close and nodded quietly, wanting to enjoy the security of that moment; after being so hasty before, he wasn't going to rush his way through such a good thing ever again.