Dave, despite the gay stereotypes was never a Furry himself, he had heard of them some of the homophobes he had encountered in the past but never really met one. He didn't really have active hate for them or thought any less of any gay guy who was a Furry. If you wanted to have sex in fursuits you, do you but he didn't really actively look for that material either. So, when Mike his Boyfriend of two years felt comfortable enough to talk about his involvement in the furry fandom and invited him to go to the local furry convention, Dave decided to go to see what the Deal was.
So there they were in the middle of one of the biggest conventions the city holds annually. Despite the censures about the Furry virus on the news, the Convention was held anyway, guess the city or the company couldn't afford the loss in revenue. Dave looked a bit out of place in a V-neck shirt and shorts, while Mike was dressed in a AWOO shirt, a fake tail, pins all over his laniard and pants, and even has a "fursona" tag of what Mike described as a fox femboy. walking around the convention Dave saw people walking around in large fluffy fursuits, fans debating what makes a good transformation, like tail forming from legs or growing out for snakes, and vendors dealing out animal-themed treats.
"Hey look, they said up the costume tents early this year" Mike said grabbing Dave hand and dragging him off to the shops organized by species. That was when Dave felt something prink him in the arm, as Mike bumps into someone wearing a large cloak and robes.
"Sorry mister" Mike said in passing as he keeps up his pace to the tents, he was kind of childish like that.
Unknown to them the figure had plans for them, as well as everyone else at the conversation as they had the infection inside them now, and the items in the tents are contaminated with the virus as well. the Tent that they enter that would seal the critter that the lovers will become was...