Alright, this is a way early Christmas present from  littlenapoleon Go watch him, now, do it, GO!

I actually couldn't wait to open this and looked and... wrote a small story to go along with it. I hope you all enjoy this!

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It was a meeting with old friends and some new acquaintances for this beagle fellow. With the holidays almost upon them, the party circuit had started, going from one to another, bringing jovial merriment wherever he was invited. Locke was a gregarious fellow, making fast friends, and more often than not those sorts that would last longer than the night he would meet them.

Tonight was much like the other weekend nights as he walked up to the house. Putting his bags on the ground, he would ring the doorbell to the house before starting to rub his hands for some warmth. Once it looked like someone was coming up to the door, he picked back up the spirits and beer he had brought, as well as a small gift for a game of dirty santa later on in the evening. The door opened up for him with a big ole smile from his friend Russ.

“LOCKE!” waving him in, he helped bring in the items with the beagle, “Party just got started and all, so why don’t we get your drink on quickly.”

“Hey, it’s as if you are a psychic or something!” the beagle said as he unzipped his jacket, showing off his shirt underneath. It said ‘This Guy Needs A Cold Beer’ which elicited a chuckle from the bear as the beagle pointed to it in a bit of a goofy way.

“Let’s get you that beer then. Come on!” With that, Russ brought Locke into the kitchen. The meet and greet started as there was already a gathering there, as there always seemed to be when there was alcohol nearby. Lots of catching up was had, as folks told their stories of the past year and what not. This went on from room to room as Locke explored his friend’s house. It seemed like everyone was just glad they got to this point in the year, and happy to spend time with like minded folks.

While it was chilly outside, he still felt warm having just exited the toasty house. For a moment, it seemed that he was the only one to brave the cold of outside, rather wanting to enjoy the warmth of the house as well as all booze that needed to be drank. Locke had thought about going back inside once he saw that he seemed alone outside, and right as he was about to do just that, he saw something that got him to stop in his tracks. He wanted to quietly slip back into the house, but the uniformed fox caught him before he could react.

“Oooh, fancy seeing you here.” Leon said in a sarcastic sultry voice. This got Locke to wince a bit. Things had been a bit testy between the two best of friends. Under normal circumstances, they would have been happy to hug each other, and catch up on each other’s life. Of course, Locke was happy that his friend was still in one piece, considering the military garb that was worn; however, things had gone south. This had all started with a mishap on Leon’s birthday.

Half a year ago, Locke wanted to do something fun for Leon’s birthday, and what better way to do that then to play a funny practical joke on the fellow. The plan had something to do with a present that would poof a smoke into the air when he would open the present, and in turn, it would be a temporary change of form. When the present was being opened, it exploded into a shower of box bits and other parts, with a changed Leon left in its wake. Locke came back to the scene finding a very mad, different looking friend. At first a few laughs were had, as Locke explained what had happened, and Leon had grudgingly gone along with it since the changes were suppose to be temporary.

A few weeks later, only some of the changes had gone back to normal. He was now stuck as a she for the foreseeable future, as the company that had made the gag item had said they were still working hard on a solution. Until then, Leon would have to go back into the military service, quite mad, and now completely female.

Locke had done his best to make things right, but it seemed that he was getting his officer friend a little more mad with each failed attempt. Finally, the beagle gave up, thinking that since the fox was serving in the armed forces, there was a chance they wouldn’t see each other again. Too bad fate, or the fox, had other ideas.

Their conversation outside started off frosty enough, the guilt being laid on Locke was fairly heavy to start with. Thankfully, there was a glimmer of hope as the conversation turned toward a solution to her current state.

“Yeah, I did hear back from the company, and hopefully by next month, they’ll have something to send me to change me back.” Leon, seemed to ease up on leaning hard on Locke with her words, and turned the subject to one that would be similar to those indoors.

The beagle was more then relieved that his friendship was going to be salvageable after all. They conversed a bit before both going inside to join the rest of the party. Most of the night was filled with mirth as Locke and the rest of the guests drank much of the night of the way. Gag presents were passed back and forth, drunken laughter had by all.

As the night was getting quite late, Locke found himself outside, staring up the stars with a smile. It was something that he had always liked to do, and it seemed Leon knew as well as she approached him with two drinks in hand.

“Heh, you and your always day dreaming up that way. Anyway.... one last one before we call it a night?” The fox held up two glasses. Without really thinking much on it, Locke grabbed the glass offered to him and clinked it to hers.

“Heh, well here’s to what was a good party!” The very sweet rum and coke went down easy, almost too easy as it seemed to be gone in no time. Wiping his maw, he got a goofy grin and said, “That’s for the drink!”

Leon had shrugged and put down her own drink and said, “Well, I happen to have a present for you. Just stand right there, and you’ll see.”

Walking behind the beagle, Leon reached into one of her jacket’s pockets and pulled out a cord of ribbon. Coming around, she pressed a little into his back and said, “Now... hold still, ok?” It was teasing, for sure, and, well, Locke just put on a goofy grin, complying as it all seemed innocuous. Reaching around, she wrapped the ribbon around his waist, finishing off a bow-tie in front. Reaching back into her pockets once again, she fished out a second ribbon and repeated the process a little further up his torso.

Taking a step back, she smirked a little as she figured she had left just enough space for what was next. Locke was about to turn around and inquire about what she had done, when all of the sudden a sensation similar to cramp formed in his stomach. It soon unknotted itself, but an odd feeling started to spread over his whole form. The beagle had to lean forward a little as he thought he might wretch, but it never came to. Shivering a little, he could feel the changes starting to take a hold of his body it seemed.

His chest seemed to shrink in on itself as the ribs started to shrink slightly, only that was soon countered with two fleshy expansions. Warm globes of furry flesh pushed out on his shirt, pushing it much further than the poor guy could have imagined on even his fattest of days. Two other sets of the same swelling started to rise up just below his top pair of breasts. While he couldn’t see them, he felt them start press up tightly against the ribbons that Leon had wrapped around him.

A little further down, he could feel his hips stretch and crack slightly, almost like a popping joint in its discomfort. It served to take his attention as he hadn’t noticed that between his legs, his poor manhood had decided to pack up its tent and head back into his body, satchel included. All that was left was a smaller, delicate cleft in its wake.

When the changes had seemed to subside, Leon came up from behind the beagle and placed a piece of paper in the beagles hands just as the curious Locke was getting a look over the changes. Realizing she was holding onto something now, she read one side that had a buy 2 bras get 1 free from a woman’s lingerie store, on the flip side it read, “Don’t Open Till Christmas Now!”

Leon didn’t stick around to see Locke’s reaction to the whole thing, having started to walk back inside, giving a wave behind herself as well as a small whistle showing that she was leaving.