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Roderick gave a pleased growl as he awoke, finding his arms wrapped around a warm body. Roderick adjusted himself to snuggle closer, trying to figure out the details of the previous evening. Mmm...was so nice to be able to get drunk easily again. He hadn't been able to get drunk with less than five drinks since high school. Now he'd practically a foal's tolerance when it came to alcohol. Plus, the smell of booze was so nice, scents dancing through his nostrils, burning a little on the edges, teasing the history of the hard liqueurs, and all the playful sweetness of the girly beverages.

What had happened last night? Had been a Friday night. They had stayed home, just him, Hobbes, and Casey, their third roommate, a spotted tan and brown dog that Roderick had never bothered to figure out the breed of. Casey was a timid sort, around Roderick at least. Hobbes seemed to have a way to calm Casey down, maybe something to do with the two dog's almost effeminate edge. Roderick snickered at the thought.

The figure he snuggled stirred and gave a sleepy growl, when then Roderick noticed the scent. (He found it so cool he could notice beasts by scent now.) Wait...Casey? How did he end up in Casey's bed? Not that he was arguing, he didn't mind being in Casey's bed. He would be lying if he hadn't thought about it on occasion, especially when Casey wore a skirt. Wait, wasn't Casey wearing a skirt last night? Hobbes saw the skirt draped over a nearby chair.

Fuck. Wait, had they fucked? Maybe. Bits and pieces started to fade into focus. Scattered details from last week, stuff from last night.

Last night had consisted of making fun of bad movies, drinking to make the jokes funnier as the night wore on. Drinking also made Roderick keep nudging closer to Casey, starting to sniff at him, nibbling at the dog's floppy ears, then at the dog's neck, and unlike the advances he'd drunkenly done as a horse, Casey was more receptive, relaxed, cozy.

He'd placed an arm around Casey, sidled up to him. Hobbes was distracted, giving nickering laughs at the movie, rather drunk himself, having swigged at least a gallon of hay beer. He kept murmuring how weird it was that hay beer tasted so good, because hay beer sucked, then took another swig.

Roderick kept nuzzling at Casey, then Casey had turned to him, giving a soft smile that Casey give Roderick before, then moved his muzzle in, and their tongues were entwining, playing off each other. God, having a thin canine tongue instead of a thick horse tongue was strange, but using that tongue off another dog's tongue in a kiss, was on a completely other level.

Kissing soon moved to Roderick reaching under Casey's skirt, finding that Casey wasn't wearing anything underneath, and rubbing the dog's sheath as the kissing continued. Casey groped back. Details melted together to more groping and grinding, two canine bodies enjoying each other's forms as they drunkenly made out. They both managed to stand up and stumble to Casey's bedroom, every few steps pausing to make out more, leaving Hobbes on the couch, the horse slumped over, snoozing, snuggling an empty bottle of hay beer in his arms.

Details fragmented after that. Roderick tried to remember.

Casey stirred, moving against Roderick, causing Roderick to whine as Casey's warm body rubbed against his front, his sheath stirring. Casey's body suddenly went rigid, murmuring, "The fuck...?" Then quickly turned around in the bed, eyes wide as he stared at Roderick.

"Hobbes?! What..." Casey's expression changed as he appeared to be going through the night's events like Roderick had. They had not told Casey about the swap. Hobbes and Roderick meant to, but then decided it would be more trouble than it would be worth and would make the already jumpy dog even jumpier. Sure, Casey obviously suspected something was going on. Roderick could tell from the dog's looks of suspicion over the last week, but Casey had yet to voice his concerns.

If Roderick was still a horse, he was certain he would never be in this scenario. Just another one of the perks of being Hobbes. His tail wagged under the covers.

Casey finally found his voice again, his voice shaky. "Did we...?"

"Fuck?" Roderick blurted, causing Casey to give a surprised bark. "Oh, ur..." He tried to think something more that Hobbes would say. "I don't think so." The details from his memories only brought up snuggling together and kissing more in bed before it all faded out. Roderick was certain he'd remember knotting the dog or Casey's muzzle on his rocket (though, he [i]may[/i] have been snuffling under Casey's skirt at some point during their drunken affair).

Casey relaxed, and settled back on the bed, breathing a sigh. "Sorry. I dunno. Last night was..." Casey paused, rubbing his muzzle as he seemed to try to choose the right would, "...really nice."

"I liked it too. You should wear a skirt more often."

Roderick liked how the dog's ears laid back against his head in embarrassment and Casey gave a whine. "I've gotta go. Yeah." Casey got out from under the covers, and Roderick got a brief look at the mutt's sheath, a little pink poking out, before he scampered out of the room, soon Roderick heard the bathroom door shut in the hallway.

Roderick gave a chuckle as he lay back, his paw wandering down to his own crotch, giving his sheath a rub. No, he had not fucked Casey, but it had been nice. He reflected on the sniffing under Casey's skirt, wishing the memory wasn't nearly so blurry. May have to try it again at some point when sober. Was almost as fun to tease Casey as it was to tease Hobbes.

Hobbes was even easier to tease now. With Roderick possessing Hobbes' body, he could, in a weird way, make Hobbes do anything he wanted, in front of Hobbes. Roderick tried not to think about the mechanics too much or it made his head hurt. Being Hobbes was great.

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"You're going to the party," Roderick growled, one of the many new features of canine vocal quirks Rod had been getting used to.

Hobbes snorted and shook his head, his mane shaking out with it. "Hell no. I am not going to a strip club with your damn college bros for a fucking bachelor party. I did not agree to this."

"Hey, I have a reputation to uphold and I promised Denver I would be there. All you have to do is not be a pussy for a night, if you can manage it. Act like a stud for once, you definitely have the look for it." He gave a big wink at Hobbes, looking the dark furred stallion up and down, only clothed in boxers at the moment. He still wasn't used to seeing his own body from all these new and foreign angles, almost as if looking at a hologram of himself. This made him dizzy from certain angles. He looked at the boxers again, the obvious bulge against the red silk, and licked his lips. The dog shook himself and threw a pair of khakis in the horse's direction. "Put these on."

"Why should I care about your reputation when you're being such an asshole with my reputation?" Hobbes huffed, though pulled the pants on.

"I'm just making you look more confident, pup. You have the looks, just need the personalty to do something with it." He threw a light blue button down to Hobbes.

"Having my body pulling teachers into broom closets is fucking embarrassing."

"Hey, just the one teacher. And a janitor. And that lunch lady. I've been holding back overall."

"Yeah, right."

The dog threw a sports jacket over to the horse. He wasn't lying. He had been holding back, though he had been flirting. Gods, it was refreshing the way people looked at him. Looking like Hobbes made him more approachable. They didn't see the big intimidating stallion, they saw the wussy nervous puppy that Hobbes was known as. That badger custodian had been great. Weirdly great, actually. Rod still wondered about that. When he'd pulled the lunch lady, a hot specimen of doe, into the walk-in fridge, and held her close, kissing her deep and hard, he just didn't quite feel as into it. He just couldn't get the full thrill.

Still, that doe could give amazing head so it'd been fantastic overall. The experience left Rod wondering if he possessed more than just Hobbes body. Maybe other things had carried over.

He walked around the stallion, looking the outfit over. The dog stopped behind, musing, the khakis just tight enough to show off the goods. "I must say, I have a nice ass." Hobbes looked back with a glower, though Rod could tell from the laid back ears, and the twitch of the tail, he'd got to him. "You'll do fine, just remember what I told you."

Hobbes sighed. "Throw money at the hot mares, vixens, and felines. Only drink beer and hard liqueur."

"And buy a lap dance, just to be safe."

"Fuuuuuuuuuuck."

"Hey, cheer up, pup. You'll have fun. Just drink lots and try not to kiss any of my bros."

Hobbes big equine ears perked, and he gave something of a devious grin.

"I'm being serious, Hobbes."

"And what are you gonna do to stop me? Maybe some of your friends are cute."

Roderick growled.

"I'm teasing." He gave Rod a friendly punch. "I'll be a proper gentlehorse. Or bro. I'm not gonna have to crush a can on my head, will I?"

"I make no promises."

"Are you sure you just can't come along?"

"With as much of a wussy pup I've made you out to be with my friends, I don't think so." Roderick chuckled as Hobbes gave another annoyed snort, not wanting to admit he hoped Hobbes was joking about kissing one of his friends. Not that there hadn't been the usual experiments in college. But that was just part of the fraternity experience, wasn't it? Or so Roderick figured after all this time. He hoped the topic wouldn't come up with Hobbes around.

His thoughts were interrupted with the sound of honking and whooping. "That would be them."

"I'm having second thoughts."

The dog slapped the horse on his ample posterior, eliciting a whinny. "Get trotting. If you come back before 2 AM I will never live it down. Remember the rules."

He pushed Hobbes out the front door before he could object further, where a bull and zebra were waiting for him. They didn't even respond to Rod, they just picked up the horse and carried him to the waiting limo, whooping it up. Rod caught a last desperate look from the stallion as he was pushed though the limo door, Rod just waved back with a grin, though sad he wasn't going.

Now what was he gonna do this evening? Maybe more experiments in canine flexibility. He licked his muzzle, adjusting himself.

Before he could consider this further, no sooner had the limo left, a car pulled into the driveway. Someone got out of the car, and before Rod could even take in species, the figure had ran over and had pulled him into a deep kiss, which he couldn't even properly keep from reciprocating. When the figure pulled his face back from the kiss, he saw it was a husky, wearing bright pink sunglasses. "Hobbes! Great to see you! We're going out!"

"What? Who? What?" Roderick babbled, still trying to get past the kiss.

"To get you out of your shell! To go on an adventure! Did you forget? I forced you to agree. You're such a sheltered puppy and I wanted to cure that, at least for a night. It's Saturday! The night is young, and there is partying to be done."

Roderick was still stuck on the kiss. "What?"

"Let's get you dressed, dude! This will be fun!" The husky was already dragging him into the house and towards his bedroom. Roderick was trying to remember this husky's name, he figured he should be able to remember such a dynamic canine and wondered how the hell Hobbes knew him. His gaze was drawn to the wagging curltail as the husky was digging through Hobbes closet, noticing how the husky's tight jean shorts left little to the imagination.

Rod found himself woken from his thoughts by a pair of panties hitting his face. He slowly took them off his muzzle from were they'd managed to drape and looked at them, pink, made of satin fabric. He didn't know Hobbes owned these, he would...

"Put them on. We need to get out their when the night is still young!"

Rod whined, tail tucked between his legs. "What? I don't think that's be a good idea."

"Comfort is the first step in having a great evening, and I know that you find those comfortable. Come on." The husky clapped his paws and went back to digging into the closet. Rod stared at the panties, trying to come up with some sensible argument of why he shouldn't wear them, or even a sensible argument of why he shouldn't go out tonight. He had no idea what this husky had planned.

But what was he going to do otherwise? Hobbes was out doing his plans, why couldn't he go out and do Hobbes' plans. Anyway, Casey was not around to bug and the only alternate plan he could think of now was to put on these panties and tease himself through them the rest of the evening. Well, if he was going to put on the panties anyway, may as well have fun.

He briefly had second thoughts when the husky tossed over the skirt for him to wear, but by then he was mentally committed to having a night on the town, so just went with it.

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Roderick couldn't remember the last time he'd been to gay bar. He thought maybe the last time he'd went was with a girlfriend. Or maybe in his college days with the bros.

The smells hit him hard, so many creatures in proximity and his canine nose caught so many fleeting details of species, emotion, and history, that the only thing he could do to focus was to take another drink of his fruity drink. The husky kept nudging him and pointing out beasts and talking through their features, winking on occasion, but Rod could barely hear the details through the noise.

Eventually he drained the drink and the husky dragged him to the dance floor, and somewhere between the moving bodies, sub-par dub step, and flashing strobe lights, he lost track of the dog. Instead of searching, he just closed his eyes and let himself move. He didn't know anything about dancing, but he just let himself enjoy the feeling of moving around, letting his tail wag to the music as he boogied in place, smirking at the weird thought that he wasn't making a fool of himself, but making a fool of Hobbes, and that just let him go looser, waving his arms about and bobbing about and pulling off moves he were certain looked dumb.

He didn't even jump when two strong arms came from behind, paws reaching under his loose shirt and rubbing up and down his sides, gentle, playing along with his movements. Rod didn't open his eyes, though smoothed out his movements, stepping back against the body behind him. The body stepped forward, and the paws lightly gripped the dog's sides. Roderick felt something bump against his tail base, and Roderick, not even stopping to consider, grinded against it.

A snout rubbed against Rod's ear, hot breath ruffling against his fur, and murmured in a deep rumble. "Mmm...good puppy."

Those words made Rod shiver, not in fear, but anticipation, just something about the intonation, that caused his tail to wag faster against the stranger. The paws moved to his stomach, before one teased its way down the front of his skirt, against his panties and form of his sheath. He whined and grinded against the paw.

"Hey. Careful there, puppy, don't want to cause too much of a show." The paw pulled away from Rod's groin, leaving him lusting after the touch, reflexively humping at the air. "Let's go somewhere a little more private."

The paw took Roderick's, and he let himself be pulled along. Rod saw the flick of a tail over some tight khakis, he looked up and saw the antlers illuminated in strobe light, with a very distinct form that Rod couldn't quite place. He sniffed the air, but could get little past the excess of musky scents a hopping gay bar could produce. They made it to the side of the bar, to where red curtains were draped. The deer leading Rod talked with the bouncer guarding the area, a gruff badger, who pointed to one of the drapes. Rod followed the deer through the curtain.

Past the red velvet curtain was a round room lined with red leather seats. The deer pushed Rod into a seat, and knelt down in front of him, snout to snout with the dog. In the improved lighting of this small area, Roderick could take in the details of the mysterious beast. Caribou, a stockier, bigger form of deer, bigger bodies, bigger heads, bigger antlers, bigger...everything, if Roderick's dusty memories of Denver could be believed.

Roderick couldn't think any further before the caribou's big snout went down and under his skirt, snuffling about as the reindeer's hoove-tipped digits rubbed the dog's exposed thighs. Roderick leaned back and whined, wriggling on the seat at the unexpected sensations on his crotch. The caribou gave a lick at Rod's sheath through the panties, before pulling his snout out from under the skirt, giving Rod a grin. "Sorry. Needed to investigate."

Rod panted, still catching his breath from the thrill of sensations. "Investigate what?"

"Your nice choice in undergarments."

Roderick felt his ears go hot yet couldn't help his tail from wagging at the compliment. A thought came to mind. "Oh! Could you take a picture?"

The caribou's ears perked. "With both of us?"

"No, no, I just need to tease my roommate. Well, maybe a shot with both of us after." Roderick pulled out the phone from the pocket of his skirt, opened the camera, and handed it over. The caribou had a decidedly bemused expression as he took the phone and lifted it up to take a picture. "What do you...oh, went out of the camera. Huh. Is this your roommate in your phone's background?"

The phone was Roderick's and since Roderick was rather proud of his usual stallion frame, he'd put a photo of it on his background. Maybe somewhat vain, but rather nice to look at. Out of context, he could see how it would cause the reindeer's eyes to light up, a photo of him pulling up his shirt to expose his abs, and his jeans unbuttoned to expose his boxers.

"Oh! Yeah. That's him."

"Let's get back to the camera." The reindeer chuckled. "Are you dating him or something?"

"No. Just friends."

"He's really hot."

"Thanks. I mean. I'll let him know. He's straight though." He added the last part quickly, suddenly conscious of the situation he was in, at a gay bar, in a private room, with a handsome reindeer who'd just been sniffing his crotch.

"Too bad. You're a naughty pup. Hey, how about you pose like him in the picture. I'm sure that will get a rise out of him, make him question how straight he is." The reindeer gave a smile, which calmed Rod, the goal to tease Hobbes renewed in his mind. He complied and copied the pose from the phone background, lifting his shirt, pushing down his skirt to expose the obvious plump sheath outlined against the pink silk panties. The reindeer took a few shots from a few different angles. "And how about one from behind for me, pup." Rod turned around and hiked his wagging tail up, exposing his pantied doggy butt to the reindeer, who snapped a few more shots. "Fuck," the caribou murmured.

The reindeer's snout was back, this time nuzzling under his waggy tail, causing Rod to whine again. The reindeer stood and hugged Hobbes from behind, his muzzle resting on Rod's shoulder. He gave the phone back and nosed at the dog's ear. "Sorry. Really can't help myself around cute pups. Do you want a reindeer to rein it in?" The reindeer chuckled at his joke, and Rod rolled his eyes. As the reindeer grinding started and Rod admired the pictures of himself, or Hobbes, rather, but still himself. Gods, it felt so weird looking at a picture of someone he knew was someone else but himself at the same time. But for all intents and purposes, he was Hobbes, and all the reindeer and anyone at this bar saw was a adorably effeminate fluffy dog.

The reindeer licked at his ear, causing an unbidden bark. He shouldn't do this. He wasn't gay. He'd done that thing with Hobbes because he was legitimately curious how it felt to fuck himself (and seeing if it would reverse the swap). The thing last night with Casey was just playful snuggling. The thing with the badger janitor, and that computer teacher substitute, (that raccoon, Geoff, Geo, was it?) he under their tail, not the other way around, so it didn't mean anything, right? (Maybe it had gotten further with the raccoon if class hadn't started.) And he'd gotten the blow job from the doe, right? Didn't mean anything that having that horse cock under his tail felt so nice, that was just because he was in Hobbes' body.

"Wanna go?" the reindeer whispered in Rod's ear. Nice of him to ask, because Rod was pretty damn certain he would let the reindeer do anything he damn well pleased. Roderick moved his paw back and pulled down his panties, exposing his fluffy dog ass. He wanted to find out if reindeer cock felt nice in Hobbes' body too.

And so, Roderick found out. Also how a Rottweiler rocket felt. And a twink weasel muzzle felt on his own rocket. And how a narrow vulpine muzzle felt under his tail. And how nice big panther paws felt all over his body.

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For the second morning in a row, Roderick found himself not waking up in his bed. Or Hobbes' bed. Or Casey's bed. Or even his apartment for that matter. He tried to remember who he'd ended up with and why last night had felt so damn right. Was it the drink, or just the variety of creatures having their way with him in every which way? There was something weirdly liberating to just go with the flow like that. Why had he never done anything like that before?

He listened to the soft snoring of the other bed's occupant as he thought on this. He looked over and saw a wolf snoozing there, ear twitching on occasion, his athletic build half exposed by wayward covers. Roderick remembered bits and pieces now. Taking the wolf's knot. He shivered. He didn't know why having that bulb stuffed under his tail felt so nice, stretching out his ring as hot canine seed pumped deep within, a strange rush of almost-pain mixed with deep pleasure. He'd liked it so much he'd agreed to go with the wolf home and do it again, as he drifted asleep, the lupine rocket still in him as the wolf snuggled him close. He carefully slipped out from under the covers and found his own rocket half exposed just from thinking about the experience, and his ass was gonna be sore for a few days.

He found his panties lying nearby and slipped them on. He heard a buzz, his phone. The wolf stirred again, and Rod grabbed his phone from the bedside table, and carefully tip-toed out of the bedroom. He answered the phone in a whisper as he moved to the living room, admiring the spartan design and impeccable cleanliness.

"Roderick! Thank god. C-Can you to pick me up."

"What? Sure, I guess." Roderick's mind was still catching up through the aftermath of the last nights events and most likely a lack of sleep. "Where are you?"

"Ur..." The dog heard hesitation in the horse's voice. "The county jail."

"...what?"

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