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Hobbes and Roderick walked out of county jail into the cool of Sunday morning. "Thanks, Roderick, I tried to get Casey, but he wasn't answering."

"No problem."

They walked down the sidewalk in silence for a few paces.

Hobbes gave a snort. "I can't believe you're still wearing that. Couldn't you have changed?"

Roderick, still wearing the skirt and tight shirt, let himself wag, tail high and mischievous. "What? I think the officers appreciated this ensemble. I think that one German shepherd detective would have taken me in for interrogation if we'd stayed their much longer."

Hobbes ears went back, and Rod mused again how many of Hobbes canine expressions carried over to a stallion body.

Before Hobbes could muster a response, Rod continued. "And look who's speaking, talk, dark, and ill-clothed? What happened to your clothes?" The horse was wearing a pink t-shirt and some tight mesh shorts. "Actually, what happened in general? And what happened to the rest of the bachelor party?"

"They got away." Hobbes tail twitched. "I think they have my clothes. I left them in the limo, like everyone else. This is your fault, you know."

Rod gave a barking laugh. "Do tell. Fuck, I don't really care that you got arrested. Wasn't a felony or anything, so it's cool. I just wanna know what led to it. Start from the beginning, you big stud, you." He gave the horse a friendly punch in the arm.

"Those fucking pictures, you ass, of you...or me...in those panties and skirt." Hobbes snorted. "Not only did they get me flustered, the other bros of yours saw them and were making fun..." Hobbes paused, the horse's ears folded back in a rather canine fashion. He seemed to be considering his words. "I...changed the subject awkwardly. The topic of streaking came up and we all got naked and we decided to run through a convenience store. Some officers were there and I...ran distraction to let the others get away."

"Ran distraction?"

"I sprayed whipped cream on myself...stop laughing!"

"I can't help it!" Roderick leaned on the stallion, helplessly laughing at the thought. "Fuck, please tell me there's pictures."

"I think one of the others got some footage," Hobbes grumbled.

Roderick kept howling with laughter for a few minutes, before something occurred to him. "Fuck. The wedding. We need to get there."

Hobbes' ears shot up. "What? No!"

"You're one of the groomsmen. You have to be there." Roderick checked his phone. "We've got like an hour. My reputation's on the line. Can't let a bro down, right?"

Hobbes sighed with a snort. "I guess you have a point. But...they can't see me like this!" He gestured to Rod's skirt.

Rod chuckled. "Dude. They've already seen me in much worse. And look who's talking." He gestured to the horse's mesh shorts. "Actually." He took out his phone and snapped a photo from behind.

"Roderick! This isn't the time."

"There's always time to appreciate the little things in life. Or, in the case of my ass, the big things. Anyway, if there's anything this whole you-being-in-my-body and me-being-in-your-body thing has taught me is that shame is over-rated. Now, let's get you to the church."

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Besides a bemused smirk from the driver, the taxi ride to the church was uneventful.

Arriving at the church caused a little of a stir, a few wedding attendees metaphorically -and some literally - clutching their pearls at Hobbes and Roderick's outfits. Roderick stuck his tongue out at those scandalized and posed for at least one those not, the moose wedding photographer who took a few quick shots. Rod briefly wondered whether in an attempt to capture an unusual wedding memory or just for personal use. He made a note to check for sure later as Hobbes dragged him in the direction of a side entrance for a church.

"Dude. This is your friend's wedding. We don't want to make a scene."

"Pff. Denver wouldn't mind."

"I'm not worried about Denver. What about the brid-"

Rounding the corner of the building, the horse and dog froze, as did the rabbit in a wedding dress, who seemed to be in mid-sip of a flask. She lowered the flask and gave a weak smile. "Oh. Hi. Pre-wedding jitters. Nothing to do with the groom. Just..." She paused and took another sip of the flask before continuing. "Family stress. I wanted to have a small wedding and, you know, you don't want to hear all this from the rabbit who's going to be hopping down the aisle in a half hour. Assuming you're guests." She looked over their respective outfits and smiled. "If you're not, I'd like you to be. Maybe you can make my mum faint. Or she'd attack you. May be risky."

Rod stepped forward. "I'm Ro-Hobbes. I'm Hobbes, I'm Roderick's friend. I needed to pick up Rod from the-"

"The streaking. I saw that video. Shoot, should have recognized Roderick from that. I was distracted by your...dance moves." She said, gaze locked on the equine's crotch region. Hobbes suddenly felt very aware of his mesh shorts.

He gave a snorting cough. "I better get in there and get ready."

The rabbit nodded and gestured to a door behind her. "Go ahead. I'll be back into the fray in a moment. See you in there."

After they'd ended the building and started heading down to the basement stairs, Rod commented "The bride's pretty cool."

Hobbes nodded, wondering if the caribou had shared the video, how much else he'd shared about last night's events. Not that that were any of his business. He decided not to worry about that all too much.

The groom and groomsmen greeted Hobbes with woops and cheers.

Denver clapped him on the back. "Fuck. Glad you made it, dude. We couldn't figure out what station you ended up at. You know you could have called us, right?"

Hobbes didn't want to admit he didn't know any of their numbers, the only one he'd had memorized being his own, which Rod was currently using. "Didn't want to bother you on your big day."

"Don't be crazy. I couldn't do this without my all my bros along for the ride. And you brought your friend along. Hobbes, is it? Thanks for rescuing Roderick for us." The caribou gave the Bernese Mountain Dog a big hug.

Rod's ears went hot, giving a hug back. "No problem. Though I don't want to get glitter on tux."

"Eh. Could do with some glitter. As much as I'd like you going out there like that, Rod, we need to get you tux'd up. And, hmm. dudes, can we do anything for Hobbes here? I love the skirt, but Lilly's mom might attack him on sight for ruining 'her' wedding. I think Lilly would want to know where you got the skirt."

Eddie rose a paw, the wolf throwing an arm over Hobbes' shoulders. "I have an extra suit. Always bring one just in case. Should fit on this doggo just fine."

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The wolf held open the door to another room for Rod. "Let's get you slightly less slutty, pup."

"What, you're saying I can't pull this off?" Roderick made a point wag his fluffy tail high, raising his skirt, turning at an angle that displayed his Bernese Mountain Dog butt covered by bright pink panties. His wolf bro gave a small yelp, rubbing the back of his neck. Responses like that made being in Hobbes' body so damned worth it.

He wondered, for a moment, whether he should let him know the truth. He'd be able to prove it quick enough through explicit details from their frat days, stuff that only he'd know. He shivered, remembering long ago, that early early Saturday morn after a robust video game session, Eddie's knot pulsing under him. How would that feel as Hobbes?

Considering that small yelp, Roderick knew there could be a future where he could find out.

If he took a risk.

He leaned in and licked the side of Eddie's snout.

The wolf suddenly took Rod by the shoulders, snout moving up close, a small grin crossing his features, before tongue pressed against Rod's lips, into his maw, pressing against his tongue. The dog could help push his tongue back.

Fuck. Kissing a canine AS a canine still felt fucking good. Strong flexible tongues playing off each other a surprisingly electric sensory adventure, this being his old college frat bro just added to the excitement.

He pulled back. "Fuck. I said I wouldn't do this. Just, your fucking cute face and you're a fucking tease. But, dammit, we don't have time."

"Are you absolutely sure?" Rod grinned, reaching down to touch Eddie's paw, which still cupped the form of the dog's plump sheath through the panties.

The wolf whined. "No. Fuck. Roderick was holding out not introducing us to you. Guess he wanted you all to himself."

"Perhaps." Roderick licked his chops in a slow meaningful matter, reaching over to pat the wolf's already-tented tuxedo pants. This was so nice. Meeting up with an old frat bro with a different face, no reputation or status to hold him back from teasing the fuck out of Eddie, the wolf blissfully unaware of his identity and falling for his canine charms being used with stallion confidence. Still, he couldn't be too much of a jerk. "How about we meet back here after the wedding, before the reception kicks into gear? Burn off that wedding stress and build up an appetite." He gave Eddie one more small lick on the snout.

"Deal, pup. See you then. Suit's right here. Need help with the tie?"

"After the wedding. I'll bring lube to help."

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The wedding ceremony proceeded without much note.

No one seemed to suspect that the stallion groomsman and the Bernese Mountain Dog guest the fifth row could possibly have been swapped bodies through some possibly magical means and had been dealing with the fallout over the past week.

Some of the groomsmen did notice the Bernese Mountain Dog on occasion tried not react too much when he kept making some rather lewd gestures with his tongue whenever he caught their respective gazes.

Roderick took some deep twisted pleasure when at one point in the midst of bridegrooms coming down the aisle he managed to get the groom's attention and managed to cause the caribou make a subtle attempt to adjust himself.

Things still proceeded as normal. Boring words were said. Vows and rings were exchanged. The caribou groom and rabbit bride exchanged a deep kiss, just long enough for the black bear priest to give a cough for attention.

After wedding proceedings completed, beasts dispersed for the reception.

The wolf and dog rendezvoused.

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Hobbes leaned back in his chair, allowing the general din of wedding reception proceedings wash over him: the murmur of conversations mixed with a peppy dance song played at every other wedding ever. He rubbed his snout, his still strange flexible equine snout. After the events of last night, Hobbes thought he might finally be comfortable with being in Rod's body, the absurdity of sex and streaking with Rod's college bros making him realize that being a stallion was better overall.

He still missed being a rather unassuming dog. He missed it even more when he saw the advantages that Roderick took with his likeness with sheer confidence and audacity. He wondered how many of the groomsmen Rod had managed to lure to the backroom by now. He stabbed the remains of his cake with a fork.

"Care for a dance?"

"Naw, I'm-" He stopped upon looking up from his cake and finding a familiar fox standing there. "Wait. Are you the fox or the wolverine as a fox?"

The vulpine smirked. "You'd be surprised how often I get that. I'm the fox as a fox. The wolverine is now a wolverine and not swapped into a potted plant or other such mischief."

"What?"

"The potted plant thing did happen one time. Not to the wolverine though, surprisingly chill for a wolverine. Potted plant thing happened to a cheetah who-you know, not important. Dance?" The fox held out a paw.

Hobbes debated clocking the fox right there and then, then decided better of it. He took the fox's paw and allowed himself to be led to the dance floor. A slow-ish song played, so the fox stepped, very close, and they swayed against each each other. Hobbes tried not to focus on exactly how close the fox pressed against him, even though certain assets couldn't help to notice.

"You seem happy to see me," the fox noted.

"Fuck you."

"Ooo, would you? That would be quite lovely. Didn't seem the wolverine used my body for such things while I was out of so I'd like to get it out on the town again."

Hobbes attempted to growl and just gave a snort instead.

"Settle there, horsey. You can't say you haven't had some fun gaining some perspective. D'aww. Some of that canine cuteness carried over." He smooched the end of Hobbes' equine snout, causing him to snort and give a soft whinny. "Don't be going on a stampede or anything. I met the bride, very nice lass, though hopelessly stressed. These weddings are for the parents sometimes, am I right? Anyway, how are you doing?"

"How do you think I'm doing?"

"Considering some footage I saw of a very amusing streaking incident from last night, I imagine you're doing fairly well."

Hobbes opened his mouth to object, then paused. Had he been doing well? He'd just been considering that question and despite everything and still missing being his dog self, he had to admit that all things considered: "Yeah. I guess I am. But wait, that doesn't mean you go and run out on me and leave us like this. I can't do this forever. I have no idea what weird stuff could happen or what strange horse related stuff I'm going to be thrust into next."

"No worries, I'm not trying to be all tricky on you this time around. Well, not you specifically at least."

The music had paused. A quite drunk ferret was making a slurred-though-sincere wedding toast. The fox picked up some glasses from a nearby table, holding out one to Hobbes. He cautiously took the glass. He eyed the bubbly liquid within suspiciously.

The fox reached up to pat his cheek. "Ready to get back to the dog side?"

An chorus of "CHEERS!" filled the room. Hobbes took a deep breath. raising his snout up and tipping the glass's contents in.

He blinked. He suddenly found himself in a different part of the room, holding a glass, the taste of champagne on his tongue. He licked his maw, moving his tongue about, pressing it against his teeth, licking his snout, enjoying the renewed slurpiness that came with a canine tongue. "Holy fuck. I'm back. My voice!" He gave a happy whine, hearing his own voice when he spoke. He wagged, then wagged more when he realized he could now wag again.

Across the room he could see the fox talking with Roderick. The horse looked disoriented himself, though happy, shaking the fox's paw vigorously.

"Hobbes?" It took him a moment to respond, realizing that the name finally referred to him again. He turned to find a zebra, Ricky standing there. "Hey, if you're still up for it, wanted to, check the view from the balcony?"

Hobbes opened and closed his mouth a few times, still recovering from the sudden rush of having all the familiar canine sensations back, including easily smelling the mule's excitement, and his own, his shaft half erect, his tail wagging high. "Sure. We could take a quick look."

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[b]Epilogue[/b]

Hobbes scrolled through his phone, still happy to have canine pads again rather than those strange hooved digits that clicked against the screen when he'd scrolled. Things had been uneventful after the wedding reception a few days ago. Seemed like the perspective in each other's bodies had done Roderick a bunch of good, Hobbes noting a surprising warmth and optimism he'd never seen in the stallion before. The warmth seemed to have drawn in Casey into Rod's aura.

The berner figured the warmth would fade as soon as the equine confidence settled back in. He decided to enjoy the shift in the meantime. Considering some whines and howls this morning Casey certainly seemed to be enjoying it.

His phone started buzzing. An unfamiliar number. He debated letting it go to voicemail. He clicked to answer, putting the phone to his floppy ear.

"Oh, good I remembered your number. Hobbes? Couldn't remember mine since I don't use it. Hey this is..." There was a long pause over the line. The Bernese Mountain Dog perked his ear to listen closer. "...uh...this is Lilly, I guess. Hey, is Roderick available?"

He wondered why Lilly would be calling him to get to Roderick, then decided he really didn't want to know. "Uh. Sure. I'll get him."

"T-Thanks."

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Normally, Roderick wouldn't mind the image of a female rabbit wearing only a bra and panties.

That image being reflected back at him standing in front of the bathroom mirror: less preferable. The image did elicit excitement. Just in a more foreign internalized way he didn't know if he wanted to explore. He didn't even properly know how to explore. That wasn't completely true. He certainly knew one way to explore. Hence the reason for this call. He hopped in place, unable to keep glancing at himself in the mirror, or rather Lilly's female rabbit body in the mirror.

He knew how this happened, the exact reasoning and circumstances were nebulous. One moment he'd been about to start smooching the hell out of a zebra bro, the next everything blurred and remained blurry as he'd finished emptying a glass into a much smaller muzzle, Denver leaned over to lick his whiskers, then kissed him. He'd kissed back, everything so blurry and hazy from sudden inebriation he just went along with it, and continued to go along with it: receiving congratulations on the big day, heading out from the reception, taxi to the airport, going through security, Denver carrying him to the plane.

He'd woken up on the plane in a dazed state, made it to the tiny airplane lavatory and attempted to aim into the toilet when he noticed that the item he normally would aim was missing. Only then did he realize something was slightly amiss.

A voice came over the line. "Hey, Lilly, what's up?"

"You know for a fact this isn't Lilly. I don't have much time, Denver is getting ice and he wants to take a shower when he gets back. You need to fix this, right now."

"What's wrong? I thought you guys were close in college. Denver always spoke highly of you."

"T-That's not the point! This is just wrong. I can't be you on your damned honeymoon. You know what happens on honeymoons."

"Yes. I am aware of the rumors. You're saying you haven't consummated the relationship yet? Not to say we didn't consummate it before. Is it only consummating post-marriage?"

"I shouldn't be the one here doing that, you bastard. No. I haven't done that. I've managed to...ah, distract him the last few days."

"Distract him?"

"Uh. Pawed him off." His long ears went hot at the memory. "Among other things."

This morning, he woke up to a reindeer shaft pressing against his back, strong arms holding him close. Attempts to wiggle free being in vain, only causing Denver to hold him closer in his sleep.

He'd felt the shaft extend further against his back, finding himself enjoying the sensation, pressing back, producing grinding humps in response. This back and forth led to hot caribou excitement shooting across his back fur, Denver still asleep, giving a pleased sigh, still holding Rod close.

"Bought me some time, but I'm running dry on excuses."

"You don't need to have an excuse, go get some." There was a whicker of a chuckle over the line.

"He's been accommodating and respectful, but I'm feeling sort of guilty at this point."

"You don't need to feel guilty. Sounds like a you need to relax and let off some pressure. I certainly have. I really like that flare after release..."

"W-What?"

"Your roomie Casey is super nice by the way and has helped me figuring out your body. I'm sure Denver would be able to help you out with mine. He certainly helped out before."

"Lilly. This isn't funny anymore. I can't do this."

"Sure you can. Just use plenty of lube."

He squirmed in place, pressing his thighs together, not wanting to admit the strange-yet-pleasurable sensations that comment caused. "You know what I mean. I can't be you for who knows how long. This has been weird enough as it is without doing that. We need to fix this."

Roderick heard a sigh over the line. "Rod, I don't think there's a way to fix this immediately. Haven't seen that fox since the reception and he didn't really leave a contact number. I think we just need to make the most of a weird situation. I had no idea that talking to that fox would cause this.

"I'm kinda glad I'm in your body. And not just because jacking off as you as so cool and I get to have sex with your adorable roommate. Honestly, if I were there in my own paws, I'd be more worried about the vacation and pleasing my parents rather than pleasing Denver, much better you're there instead of me, body unfettered by my own mind and inhibitions. Just let yourself have some fun and don't answer calls from my mom. I know this, sorta just happened and you're thrust into a super weird situation. Still, thanks for doing this. I mean, you could just tell Denver, if you want. Or I could talk with him."

Roderick thought on this, wondering how his college bro would react to the confession that his newlywed bride was not Lilly, rather his old college bro-with-benefits in his rabbit bride's body. No matter how it went from there, would most likely put a damper on the honeymoon. No. He didn't want either Denver or himself to deal with the fallout of attempting that revelation.

The hotel door opened, the rattle of a full ice bucket followed. "I've come back from my adventure to retrieve ice! Ready to take advantage of the porn shower?"

"One moment," Rod called back.

"Is that Denver, say hi for me. Or for you actually. Just enjoy yourself and stop worrying so much. Take the ride. I'll let you know if I run into the fox, okay? Send a postcard and get some shots of me in the new swimsuit please."

"I will n-" He heard the beep of disconnection. He bounced in place, quietly swearing at the phone, his whiskers a-twitching.

"Doing okay?" Denver peeked into the bathroom. "I've been worried about you, honey bun. I know the wedding freaked you out, but we're on a tropical vacation away from it all and you're stuck with your awesome husband, I'm stuck with my awesome wife, let's just chill and talk about how awesome our respective spouses are. And, you know, maybe sex during the conversation. If you're up for it." He stepped forward, reaching down the front of Rod's panties.

Roderick squeaked and squirmed against his hooved digit. "Uh-I-I..."

Denver leaned down and nuzzled his big caribou snout against his relatively tiny rabbit one. His nose twitched as he smelled lichen and mint and a hint of pineapple on his breath, underlined by a thick reindeer musk. Roderick reached down, his paw making contact with the caribou's tented silk boxers. He couldn't actually be considering this.

Wait, why wouldn't he consider this? Maybe Lilly was right, why not take the ride, no matter how insane it was, the thought of taking this handsome caribou in a new and absurd different way than the times in college.

He took a deep breath. "Let's...test out this shower."

The caribou reached under his thighs and lifted his rabbit wife into a deep smooch, practically galloping over to the shower for rigorous testing.

Roderick ended up enjoying the ride.