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Sam glared; it was almost habitual when dealing with his husband Paul's crazy ideas. "A husky harness, really?"

"Yes," Paul answered, squirming about, wagging his new tail. It had spoiled the surprise when he snatched the collar that had come in the same package, after Sam had opened the box on the "extra" Christmas present that they opened after all the family holiday festivities were over, and the two guys were alone. But Paul tended to be impatient like that, Sam had learned. "Come on," Paul cajoled, "put it on, it clearly works."

Sam couldn't really argue with him there: he'd watched with his own eyes as Paul had transformed into a bipedal border collie. He'd felt the black and white fur growing over his body, running his fingers through it as Paul sprawled on the floor. He'd watched the muscles and bones in his husband's face change, ears and muzzle growing out as his husband tried his new face out for size when it came to kissing and licking. He'd definitely been paying attention to the claws and paw pads on the fingers that had worked open Sam's fly, groping at his package. Paul had started stroking his own, his huge cock growing redder and slicker as the human features were replaced by matching canine ones; Sam had quickly grabbed those duties for himself.

Then, of course, they remembered not to get too carried away just yet; Sam still hadn't tried on his own present. Part of him wanted to, of course: being transformed into something else was how the pair had met, after all. But Sam was far more serious and cautious than his husband, and knew there had to be some reason why he was getting a nagging feeling about this.

"It seems awfully big for a husky," Sam pointed out.

Paul grinned, groping Sam's naked body and saying, "Maybe it'll make you a big husky?"

"Alright, fine!" Sam relented, his voice exasperated. Although there were a few things Sam was firmly against doing, he usually did go along with what Paul wanted, if it was going to make him happy without feeling too silly. Putting his legs and arms through the straps with Paul's help, Sam asked, "So, how long does...?"

Before he could finish his question, Sam got his answer; a strange, giddy feeling passed through him as the harness took effect. Scratching his goose-pimpling bare flesh, he wondered why he'd suddenly felt so cold when he was, presumably, growing in a nice, thick husky pelt.

"Uh, Sam," Paul answered, the awkward nervousness grabbing Sam's attention immediately. He knew that tone, far far too well.

"Fuck," Sam thought, as he noticed the colour of the hairs covering most of his body: brown. The itching continued, but that wasn't what grabbed his attention the most; that was the swelling. Paul's transformation had been relatively simple: altering his human body in cosmetic, but not significant ways. Whatever was happening to Sam was far more severe, his thick-furred chest barrelling out, falling on to his hands and knees.

"Move the furniture out of the way, quick!" Sam begged; normally he'd do this kind of thing himself to avoid "incidents" like the one currently reshaping his limbs. Flesh thickening between his elongating fingers, he watched helplessly as his arms turned into hoofed forelegs. As Paul scrabbled around him, his body quickly growing to fill most of the space between the roof and the floor, Sam realised just how his husband had messed up this time. "You bought a reindeer harness, you idiot!" he admonished.

At least he'd bought a male harness, Sam thought; he could feel the tingling in his nether regions as the change passed through his cock, turning it into a long, thick pink spike that quickly retracted back into the fuzzy sheath attaching itself to his torso. Kicking his legs about - they'd started becoming more quadrupedal, and he needed to shift the weight from his knees - set his heavy sack waggling between his cervine thighs.

Sam went to call out to Paul, only to find the change had claimed his throat. Flicking up his tail in annoyance, he simply glared as his husband, cringing into a ball, apologised, "Sorry, I think I ordered the wrong thing."

Sam whuffed, thickening lips flapping as his face slid out into a narrow deer's muzzle. He blinked his large, dark eyes as his face changed shape, and flicked his long ears. Antlers sprouted from his head, scraping the roof on the ceiling. Sam lowered his head, but the antlers got tangled up in the light fitting. "Well, there goes some of our deposit," he thought in annoyance, shaking his head until he'd gotten himself free.

Stamping about on hooves, Sam nudged Paul; he needed to let him know that he was still him, not some stupid deer that would rampage through the flat. "Sorry, Sam," Paul apologised again; as if to mitigate the damage, he added, "You look good as a deer, though. Can you talk?"

Sam shook his head, roaring in frustration.

"Maybe if I get under you..." Paul began, dropping on to his hands and feet. From this position, Sam noted he looked a lot like a dog; some natural instinct tried to kick in to flee, but he ignored it. He could afford to, Paul was going to get this thing off him, and then things would go back to normal.

Sam started ahead: this was Paul he was talking about, that wasn't going to happen.

The border collie's snout pushed up between his balls, licking away furiously. Sam moaned, the rough canine tongue feeling good on his body. His penis slipped out again, smacking him in the chest. A padded palm wrapped around him, and started stroking.

A long, drooling tongue dropped out of Sam's mouth. Sure, things had fucked up, but this felt really good, and he might as well roll with the punches. The worst thing that could happen now was he'd regress completely into a deer; not that he wouldn't mind that personally, but he didn't think Paul could cope with trying to explain that. He did like being an animal; deer's weren't his favourite, but they'd do fine. The only really bad thing was that he couldn't do anything to Paul, apart from thrust his dick in and out of his grip, and that was more for his own benefit. Hopefully he was enjoying himself; it certainly sounded like he was, whimpering away down there.

Sam slid his hind hooves apart; that always seemed to make it easier for him to get close to jizzing. Paul's tongue had wandered up his shaft; Sam was too long to take, even with the added length of muzzle. His ass twitched, Sam wondering, "Too bad Paul didn't get two, I wouldn't mind having him stretch my ass out." No, he realised, that would have been a terrible idea, unless they somehow found an outside area where two gay deer could fuck without getting shot at.

Roaring again, Sam hoped Paul recognised a warning of impending ejaculation when he heard one. The feeling was fantastic; with his huge balls and long cock, he could feel the gushing for much longer, and with the added sensitivity of his length, Paul's ministrations felt more amazing. A moment after it was too late, when his cum was sliding towards the tip of his reindeer cock, Sam realised they were going to utterly ruin the rug.

Sam emptied his balls; his worries being washed away. Paul gripped his shaft with both hands and his tongue, now; a quick sniff told Sam that Paul must have orgasmed himself a little earlier. Breathing heavily, the deer felt the border collie squeeze his balls, and the base of his shaft gently, milking out the rest of his ejaculate.

"You can take the harness off now," Sam thought; he knew it'd be pointless to say so, but they were finished and they needed to deal with the ramifications of what had happened. Paul seemed to ignore him; letting his dripping rod bob beneath him, Sam stepped back, watching Paul on all floors, lapping up his spooge.

Noticing the movement of his husband, Paul grinned guiltily, "I just thought it might taste like egg-nog. Hey, why you're still like this, why don't we try..."

Sam wasn't sure if a reindeer could glare, but he certainly was going to try.