The embarrassment soon gets you to pant from the heat you feel while watching your parents trying to shake off the white substance covering their muzzles. The shame you feel kills even the remnant of your erection, making your cock deflate in a matter of seconds. You already know that what you just did is bad, but for now, it wasn't the most preoccupying thing to focus on.
Finally, your parents run to the bathroom, the door having been left opened, and moments later, they come out, clean. As they stop in front of you, this awkward feeling returns, before something clicks in your brain, for the three of you.
- WHY ARE WE DOGS NOW?!
That, that was dad.
- OH MY LORD SOMEOBODY PLEASE TELL ME I'M GETTING INSANE!!! WHY MUST THINGS ALWAYS COME AND RUIN MY WEEK!?!
Mom, who currently crying down her mascara... gross...
- WHY WE EVEN DID THAT?!?
And yourself, questioning how can a simple, normal day, finish with two adults humping together to the point they transform into dogs, and how you could've even START to think looking at your progenitors making love as hot. After replaying the scene in your head, you feel sick, and in need of something to make you forget these horrible mages that still burns mentally your eyes.
After a minute or two, you all finally calm down, you mom is crying like never before, and with her makeup still on her face, the result is disgusting to see, as your dad try to cuddle her up in a weird hug, wanting to comfort her.
A voice you never heard before come from the staircase.
- W h e r e. A r e. M y. M a s t e r s?
You all jump in surprise, and turn around to see Rusty standing before you, looking menacingly. He does not seems to recognize any of you...
... until he sees your clothes on the ground, and the rings that got stuck on your parent claws, the indents of the golden circles making the small objects cling to the hard keratin protrusions of their paws.
- M-masters, he softly exclaim, what happened?
You answer, having you doubts somewhat confirmed, even if four questions still bounce around in your head : How can this be possible ; Is there a way back to your human selves ; Is Rusty the original host of the virus ; If not... then who is the "patient Zero"?
- I think you gave us some kind of infection, or a virus, and the result is a change in our DNA, there's no other way for us to have changed specie then a recoding of it. Why we can still think as humans, I don't know. I mean, I guess I'm into the biology stuff so the fact I read things on it might help, but come on, I'm far from being a scientist who can research things about this in labs. Surely there is a way to get back to our old selves.
You shamelessly take a look at your private.
- Though I don't mind some of the improvements.
All you get from your parents is the "ah teens" look they gave your brother when he had hit puberty.
Rusty simply whimpered, as he tried to understand what you said, which, surprisingly enough, seems not so hard for your (former) pet.
- Then how does it come to the fact that we can still speak, your mom sadly ask.
That, too, was something easy to answer for you.
- In fact, however this virus came to be, I'm sure it isn't perfect, which may be why we still can reason, and speak, albeit I'm sure it looks more like we're barking and stuff, but surely something could be made, maybe a genius could alter the virus? I don't really know, I'm simply making up with what I know, ok mom?
She seems at least a bit reassured, and replies.
- If you say so, Alex.
- Seems like there may be a way out of it, right?
It was more a fact than a question that your dad said, but you still nod.
Rusty is just standing there, not really knowing what to do.
You get on your legs, and prepare to go downstairs, seeing what's going on outside, wishing you could be back in your human body, when suddenly, you start feeling weird.
You vacillate on the edge of the stairs, and has to sit, pressing against the wall on you side, the others approaching, asking you what's wrong.
What's wrong is that...