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The solitude of a pathway in winter was one of the things Jason appreciated most about it, but now that he was able to take Anthony on a run with him, he was starting to rethink that concept just a little bit.

"I can't believe how well you kept up," Jason was praising Anthony the whole way back up to the apartment as they rode the elevator, free of the prying questions of their nosy neighbors. "I was starting to worry that you might need another break, but you did just great, dude!"

There was something so perfectly fitting about the way that the realistic dog costume had taken to Anthony that Jason regretted the idea of ever taking it off of him. Even just sitting on the floor of the elevator and waiting for the doors to open, Anthony's tail was wagging so fluidly and playfully that Jason couldn't remember the last time he'd looked so happy.

He didn't think there was any risk to letting Anthony wear it for the rest of the day, but as they slipped back into the apartment, the first thing Jason had to do was check on his roommate and make sure that everything was really okay.

"All right...just gotta find that seam..." Jason trailed off as he ran a finger along the back of Anthony's neck. There was just enough of a crease there for him to find it with a little effort, and as his fingertip pierced it, the head began pulling away from the body with an almost sickly sound of squelching flesh.

With the hood lifted, Anthony's real face appeared once more, taking human shape so readily that it was jarring to Jason, even when he expected it.

"You know, when we started, I was worried that this whole experience was gonna be horrible," Anthony gave an honest review as a wide smile beamed over his lips. "But now that we're back here, I almost wanna go out for another run!"

Jason couldn't have been happier with the results, himself. "I'd say that's a good idea, but it's chilly out there and we both need a minute for our bodies to even out...I'm loving the enthusiasm, though!"

"You've got yourself to thank for that."

"And you've got yourself to thank for the effort you put in," Jason told him. "I helped you to put on the suit, but you still had to make the decision to come running with me. Give yourself some credit."

Modest and helpful, Jason wouldn't take all the credit for the work Anthony had done. Even with his human face exposed, the sitting pup wagged his tail at the praise and nodded, accepting a compliment quicker than he ever had.

"The suit made it a lot easier for me, no doubt," Anthony claimed. "It's kind of a bummer that I have to take it off now..."

Jason shook his head. "You don't really have to take it off just this moment. The lining material is made to be antimicrobial, so you shouldn't stink the joint up too much, even if you wear it the rest of the day."

"...What about the whole weekend?"

"I had a feeling you might suggest that," Jason admitted with a brief snicker. "If that'll make you happy, then I think you should do it, dude. I don't think I've ever seen you so comfortable in your own skin."

To spend the entire weekend as Fletcher felt like something out of a dream, rather than the reality it was about to become. "You...you're sure I can?"

"It's your gift," Jason reminded him. "It's up to you what you do with it, now!"

All told, Jason was just delighted to see that the gift was making Anthony so happy.

"No way I'm taking it off tonight, then," Anthony claimed. "Probably not tomorrow either, but...there is one thing I'd like help with really quick."

Jason nodded. "Of course, dude. Whatever you need."

"Do you think you could run me a bowl of water? I figure I should probably get used to the feeling of that tongue before I pass out from dehydration."

That was one of the adjustments that Jason took for granted, but he nodded all the same as he stepped out of his running shoes and made his way to the kitchen. "I'd be glad to," he replied, pulling a bowl from the cupboard and immediately filling it with cool, refreshing water. "Just do me a favor and come get me if you start to overheat, okay?"

"I'll be fine," Anthony claimed. "This suit is so breathable that I'm starting to cool down already!"

"It is pretty amazing," Jason agreed. "And it looks really good on you...but sweat doesn't look so good on me, so I'm gonna grab a shower. You come knock on the door if you need anything."

With a smile, Jason placed the bowl in front of Anthony and put him back in the headspace of Fletcher as he sealed the head of the suit once more. There wasn't a sudden or dramatic shift of personality; the longer he wore the outfit, the more Anthony and Fletcher came to share the same headspace, as if they were just two sides of the same coin.

As soon as the long, canine tongue hit the water, Fletcher was doing his best to drink from it clumsily, and Jason chuckled as he watched, knowing that he'd have to clean the floors that evening.

I wonder why he hasn't gone to shower yet? Fletcher wondered, casting his eyes up to Jason for a moment. Seeing a warm, comforting smile, his tail began wagging all over again, and it picked up into a rapid sway as Jason reached behind his ear and gave the sensitive spot a delicate scratch.

"Just keep practicing," he said, seeing how much water had spilled on the floor already. "I'm sure you'll get the hang of it soon enough."

Quiet panting accompanied the messy sound of water sloshing across an oafish tongue, but the longer Fletcher stood over the bowl and lapped at the surface, the better he became at collecting water and keeping it in his muzzle.

Rather than trying to remember the footage he'd seen of dogs drinking water on a nature channel, he just darted the warm, wet muscle forth and did his best to trust it, figuring that he'd collect enough moisture in due time.

With Jason watching curiously, Fletcher drank his fill in a matter of minutes, and found himself rewarded with a few soft, gentle strokes across his scalp, right between his ears.

"See? I told you that you'd figure it out before too long!"

Another brief wag of the tail showed Fletcher's appreciation, but this time, he nuzzled tiredly into Jason's palm and stepped away from the water bowl, trotting to the middle of the living room. He slumped down to the floor and flopped over on his side, finding the energy he thought he had left was fading fast, now that they were in the cozy apartment once more.

Jason had a feeling it was coming, but he still rolled his eyes as he followed Fletcher to the floor and knelt beside him, stroking fingers through the fur upon his side and rubbing his palm over the canine's belly.

"Looks like it's a good thing we didn't go for that second run after all," Jason reiterated. "Maybe we can head for another one tomorrow?"

The idea was still exciting enough to Fletcher, who rolled further onto his back and kicked his paws up a little. There was no soreness in his movements, but everything was a little slow and lackadaisical as the effort of the jog caught up with him.

Rather than a wag of the tail, however, it was the presence of a warm, reddish-pink nub of flesh that showed just how much Fletcher enjoyed the idea, and even if he pretended not to, Jason couldn't help noticing it.

"You just get nice and comfortable, dude. I...I think I'll go grab that shower now," he left a final circle of his palm imbued on the fluff of Fletcher's tummy before standing up and heading off with a smirk. "I'll be out in a bit!"

That's strange. Wonder why he stopped so suddenly like that? Fletcher watched Jason leave the room with eyes that spoke of mild frustration; he was enjoying the belly rubs more than he'd realized, and it wasn't until he gazed down through his legs that he got a hint of why Jason was acting funny. Ooh. Hello...wasn't expecting that to happen.

There was something so perfect about Jason's timing that Fletcher had to wonder if he'd orchestrated the entire moment on purpose, and as he gazed down between his front legs and saw his length seeping out of the sheath, little by little, he couldn't imagine something so enticing happening by accident.

But he's not into that kind of thing, is he? Fletcher wondered. Not that I ever thought to ask, but if he really tried this on...I wonder if the same thing happened to him?

Already, it was nothing short of impressive how well the suit managed to replicate the appearance of a proper canine, bordering on a scientific miracle. Looking down at his own torso, Fletcher never would have believed that he was gazing at a human's body in a suit, even when he thought that was the reality of the situation.

With his mask on secure and his tongue panting over the side of his jowls, Fletcher could believe just about anything was real, and the suit was more than happy to accommodate him, as he tried sitting upright.

Uh...huh. Definitely not as easy as it was when I was human, he mentally groaned, flopping over to the side and thwacking his paws against the carpet instead of doing a proper sit-up. Not that I could ever pull that off when I was a human, but I guess it was still worth a try?

His muscular structure and skeleton were properly shifted with his canine anatomy, leaving Fletcher a little clueless at the best way to reach himself for a tongue bath. Even as he continued to try and adjust his angles, he was trying to silence his own doubts, telling himself that this was something all dogs did...but he didn't have cleanliness in mind.

With only the references he'd seen in real life to work from, the canine felt his lust building as he went for the best angle to put his head between his legs. Rolling up onto his backside wasn't working in his current state, but staying on his side on the floor, he was able to push his hind legs into repose, while keeping the growing flesh of his cock exposed.

Even more of it was emerging at the idea of being touched. Genuine, canine panting sent warm breaths from the end of his muzzle to the tip of his transformed length, and even that subtle attention forced him to wince with delight, though he couldn't declare it in a human sense.

He whimpered such that he was sure to garner Jason's attention, but after hesitating, he never saw Jason coming back around the corner. His ear perked to the sound of rushing water; Jason was just starting his shower, meaning Anthony had at least ten or fifteen minutes to figure things out.

He was already surprisingly close to striking gold; the length of his tongue was just out of reach of his tapered tip, until he started curling up into more of a ball, finding he was better at compressing that way than he'd ever been as a human.

It was clumsy, but the first wide, flat stroke of his tongue made contact with the still-growing flesh of his erection, finally granting him both a flavor that he'd never forget, and a texture that was unlike anything he'd ever had in his mouth.

Wow, I...I just licked my own dick, he thought, hesitating and wearing an expression that would have been adorable to a passerby. And I didn't even think about stopping myself...something told me to do it and I just went ahead and did it!

The freedom and liberation of being a fully transformed husky had Fletcher throwing caution to the wind in ways that he'd never imagined before. He would have been more thoughtful and dwelled on the possible consequences and gravity of what he'd just done as a human, but as a canine, he just went right back to slurping his tongue along the tip, examining the streamlined shape and the smooth, delicate flesh in the most intimate way he could.

Even beyond the literal pleasure of the act, there was something more satisfying than human words could have described about being able to curl up on his side and give himself such a treat, but Fletcher wasn't worried about the complexities of it, so much.

His thoughts turned to just how delightful it was for his thick, moist tongue to glide over the tip of his member so easily. Even that would have been enough after a couple of minutes, but the rest of his shaft was finally present and throbbing, eager to be given the same treatment.

Knowing his own excitement better than anyone else, Fletcher refused to deny the rest of his length the attention it deserved.

Warm...tasty... his thoughts become simpler with each stroke of his tongue upon the flesh, adapting to the simple and straightforward thinking process of a true canine. He wasn't being dumbed down, but certain distractions and anxieties faded away as he reached the base of his shaft and finally managed a slurp over his warm, delicately fuzzed sack.

Saliva left the fur upon his covered orbs to stand on end as he pulled back. His hind legs kicked and shuddered as he tried to keep things reigned in, but it was a frivolous effort; even if Jason had walked back in right then, he wouldn't have stopped himself.

Way past a bath now, he thought, but it wasn't a criticism of himself, evidenced by the occasional flicker of excitement from his tail. He was learning to embrace the simple pleasures of life for what they were by looking at things the way a canine would, and along with that came the realization that not all cleaning was fun...but some of it certainly could be.

The cleanliness went as quickly as it came, as a spurt of precum eased across the bridge of Fletcher's muzzle, staining his fur as he tended to his full, swollen balls. Their shape was delicate and round, giving them a pleasant feeling against Fletcher's own tongue, but he couldn't ignore the warmth and the scent of his juices as they seeped across his nose.

Light and brief as it was, there was enough of a stream of juices that Fletcher could lick his own nose and lips to collect some of the sample.

His response was a low, tender growl, akin to the affectionate purr of a cat. It was subtle enough that Fletcher had no fear of Jason hearing it, but the further he took the act, the harder it would be to keep from yelping out in delight; getting caught seemed inevitable, anymore.

Do I want him to catch me? He wondered, but that brief, momentary curiosity faded as the warmth of his own cheek brought him back to the action. The fluff thereupon tickled along the underside of his shaft and dried it out in the same move, giving him cause to turn his head and slide his skillful tongue back up toward the tip.

Collecting a fresh ooze of precum on the way, Fletcher offered a series of brief, rapid slurps upon his own tip, emulating the technique of a grooming canine so well that he was indiscernible from the real thing.

One might even argue that he was the real thing, if they were lucky enough to catch him in the middle of such an act.

Getting close, his mind started racing as he felt something more prying at the opening of his sheath, but when he expected more pressure, nothing ever came. I...I think?

He still wasn't fully used to his new anatomy, despite his intimacy with it. It would take a little more time for him to figure out what really made his new body click, but there was still one more part of the equation that was hiding, and it wouldn't be ignored any longer.

Wow. That's...that's big.

He could just see the wide, thick bulb of his knot starting to emerge from the depths of his sheath, and for some reason, he'd forgotten that part of his anatomy until it finally showed itself. On seeing it, he couldn't believe that he didn't simply feel the weight of it before, but now that it was there, it was practically taunting him with its presence.

He didn't think he could quite reach it, but he was caught in just the briefest moment of confusion about how to finish himself.

Dogs don't really suck themselves, anyway...it's more like licking, he thought, having only seen so much of it in passing to know for sure what he was supposed to be doing. The more he overthought it, the harder things became, but the more he gave over to what felt right, the closer he came to a wealth of pleasure that was entirely familiar, regardless of his current body.

Delightful pressure was bubbling up from the back of his transformed length, and right out of the tapered tip, precum spilled and coated the flat of his tongue, a sure signal that he was getting better with his technique. It was still weird and unwieldy to lick himself that way, but he'd been approaching it too much like a human; he couldn't treat this as a race to the finish if he ever wanted to actually cross the line.

No way that I can actually knot my own mouth. I'm just not that flexible, Fletcher realized, even as he was trying to get his muzzle to brush against the plump, tender bulb. But if I stimulate it enough, maybe it'll work...? Maybe I just need to stop worrying about the final outcome...

There was a certain lackadaisical nature to the act that Fletcher had to embrace. He was understanding the nature of exploring his body instead of trying to force it to do something, and each time he felt a fresh gush of precum dribbling from the tip of his tongue, he realized that he was doing something right.

The slightly salty taste of that juice upon his warm, wet muscle was all the guidance he needed to enjoy himself as much as he could, and with a fresh wag of the tail, he started leaning a little bit further, curious what it would feel like if a tongue were against his knot for even a moment.

I can just reach it,_he encouraged himself. His front paws went flat on the floor as he kicked his hind legs over and rolled his hips to the side, allowing him to pull everything forward without having to bend quite so much. _I wonder...

He tried placing a kiss upon the side of it first, only to find that his muzzle didn't give him such an ability.

He was reduced to licking it, as if he was treating the knot as nothing more important than the rest of his length. At the end of the day, just enjoying the tongue bath was the secret to getting off in the first place, but the weight of that bulge was proving to be the final mental hurdle, given everything that it was worked up to be.

Feeling it throb against his tongue on the first contact, he couldn't help working harder at the area and giving himself a thorough cleansing.

Maybe it's because I'm not actually putting it inside someone, he wondered. It feels like there could be something so much more than this, but...this is pretty nice...

Fully divorcing himself from the sprint and settling in for the marathon, Fletcher made himself truly intimate with his tool, even more so than he ever had with his human length. He didn't find much about human anatomy to be interesting, but with this member staring back at him, he was compelled to simply groom and stroke it with his tongue, enjoying the small ripples of delight that continued to reach the shore.

Having given up on waiting for the giant wave of pleasure to ever come, he was content to relax on the figurative beach and soak up the sun.

Feels like there was a little more that time, he was giddy with smaller bouts of bliss as more precum soaked into his tongue. A heavier burst of the same ended up staining the front of his muzzle and settling in the soft, smooth fur at the spot, leaving him stained with a hint of his own scent.

More than ever, he was enticed by his own aroma; he loved having it there, to the point that it was almost a shame to run his tongue over his nose to wipe the mess away.

To collect that little treat and swallow it down, however, was a delight on its own.

It's getting thicker, I'm sure of it...

A few more curious licks at the base of the knot left him with another subtle mess around the edge of his jowls, and finally, the familiar panting of a canine filled the living room.

Okay, I'm definitely onto something...but Jason could come back out at any moment...

He'd learned that letting it happen was the best way to go, but he couldn't completely fight the sense of urgency as he perked an ear to the bathroom. The water in the shower was still running, but the moment it kicked off, Jason would hear just how eager Fletcher was to finish himself.

Whatever spot he found, it was doing wonders for his shaft. A fresh throb ran from the base to the tip as Fletcher licked himself once more, and finally, he felt something akin to the pressure of orgasm that he would have felt in his tummy as a human.

Oh, shit. Where...where am I gonna put all of this?

It was a worry realized too late, as his length began bouncing and twitching in the air without a place to hide. His muzzle was the only remaining option, and immediately, he thought of just how much money Jason had spent on the realistic suit in the first place.

Just do the best you can, he thought, fumbling around with the tip of his throbbing member. He could only scarcely fit the front of his muzzle over it from that angle, and with a harsh, full seize of his body, the first streak of his cum erupted over his own tongue.

He couldn't believe what he'd been reduced to, but his disappointment with the flavor of his seed did nothing to take away from the pleasure of feeling it course across the roof of his mouth. He knew there was nothing to be done about the excess that spilled over the edge of his jowls and dripped down the underside of his chin, but if he could at least control the mess, he might be able to clean the rest of it up before Jason returned.

Quietly, he wished that he didn't have to think about such things as a new kind of climax rocked his entire world: as long as his knot was fully exposed, there was more ecstasy than he knew what to do with, and just like the canine he'd become, there seemed to be no end to what he could produce.

Does this thing ever turn off?! He started to panic as the heavy, initial burst of cream was followed by gush after gush of smaller streaks across his tongue, leaving him utterly soaked around the cheeks and the neck. I didn't think it would actually work like the real thing!

Having heard rumors of just how long dogs stayed tied together, Fletcher realized that he'd made a terrible mistake, but there was no turning his body off at that point. He was forced to stay in that compromised position, swallowing as much of his own load as he could, until the bulge of his knot decided to retreat.

His length was just starting to retreat when Jason made his way back into the living room, wearing nothing but a towel and an arrogant, knowing grin.

"So...was it everything you hoped it would be?"

**

Knowing how bashful Fletcher would have been if the issue had been pushed, Jason did his best not to tease him about it for the rest of the evening. There was a quick jab about special sauce while Jason was preparing dinner for them, but more profound was Fletcher's reaction to the chicken and vegetable medley that was placed before him.

Normally, vegetables would have been the last thing that he wanted to eat, but it was clear that his new outfit was already changing more than his willingness to exercise. Whether it was the hunger created by going out for a run, or the suit giving him a truly canine appetite, Fletcher made his way easily through the chicken and even licked the spot where the vegetables had been on the plate before.

Jason tried not to be so smug about it, and considered it a compliment to the chef.

"You're never gonna take that thing off, are you?"

That evening, as they curled up in bed, Anthony still remained as Fletcher. He didn't have to lift the mask off to breathe, but he kept it peeled away just enough that he could still talk with Jason, wanting to answer him with more than the cute, canine sounds he was able to muster.

"I've always wanted to wear something like this to bed," Fletcher explained, "And I'm not gonna apologize for that."

Jason snickered. "I guess we'll save on energy costs this winter, at least."

Fletcher smiled at the idea, but before he answered, he pulled the mask back down and let it seal into place, giving him the properly canine view of the world that he desired. In the bed, he could still smell the wonderful aroma of Jason's body wash several hours after he'd used it, and the faint remnants of the delicious meal they'd had in the kitchen. His ears picked up on the quiet pulse of Jason's heartbeat as they snuggled up together, and his body provided so much warmth that even in the dead of winter, a blanket was little more than a formality.

"If it really makes you that happy...maybe don't worry about taking it off for a while."

Jason brushed his fingertips through the long, plush fur that covered Fletcher's back as he wrapped his arms around the gleeful canine, snuggling up to him and enjoying the warmth of his presence in a way that he never could before.

It would take a little getting used to, waking up next to a grinning husky every morning...but he was sure he could make that adjustment, for Fletcher's sake.