Soon, both fathers and brothers were grooming and fondling each other, their clothes having been stripped off to better finger and hump each other. All four of them began growing a layer of golden lion fur all over their bodies.
Starting with the fathers Harry and Philip's hair began growing out in a hybrid between hair and tawny fur that soon spread down the sides of their heads, meeting at their chins to complete their leonine manes.
Davis was next, the peach fuzz on his chin darkening and growing out into fur hair and growing up to his matching hair. Still a 'cub' by lion men standards, his mane wasn't as big as his fathers' were. Sam was much too young, his hair actually regressing back into his head, leaving only a plush tuft of brown fur hair mane.
Davis had now situated himself behind Sam, with the younger lion cub boy sitting eagerly in his brother's lap, grinding his small ass cheeks against his fuzzy crotch as the older cub 'held' him in place by continuing to cup his furry crotch.
"Hold still, Sam! I need to groom your fur hair." Davis told Sam, brushing his tongue through the young cub's hair tuft, his tongue becoming flat and rough like his fathers' changed into.