Michael Proudmoore uttered a heavy sigh as he leaned on the crypt containing the cremated remains of his wife.
‘The late Veronica Poudmoore. Taken before her time.’
It was a simple inscription inscribed on a metal plate. Michael still wept when the Police came to his Restaurant during the diner rush to inform him of his lost. She was struck down while on the way to the nearby bank to make a deposit. Her injuries were so severe that she passed away before the ambulance could arrive at the hospital. The driver was later found passed out behind the wheel after hitting a tree several blocks away clearly intoxicated as his pours and breathe oozed bourbon.
Michael finishes his commiserating and quietly leaves the mausoleum for home.
“At least I have my twin boys Jimmy and Jake,” Michael chokes through his quiet sobbing.
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“We can decide who gets to shack up with each other later,” Jake shaking his head; his newly formed antlers scraping the ceiling. Jimmy rolls his eyes as the runes on his arms glow; as he causes both of their antlers to shrivel and dissolve down to velveteen nubs.
“Its not as if they won’t grow back,” Jimmy sighing; “the other option is to magically make the house bigger.”
“It would draw too much attention,” Allison adding, Brittany nodding as well. “We need to remain hidden until we convert enough of humanity into Furries.”
“Fine,” Jake snorting; “can we figure out how to help dad first?”
The four Furries offered several ideas in how to give this gift to Michael. In the end the ideal was for Jimmy and Jake to help fix their father with a drink laced with their infectious fluids. Their runes glowed slightly as they disguised themselves with a glamour to make them appear still human. As Allison and Brittany were already a mountain lion and grey wolf furry respectively; they could already pierce the glamour to see the twin young adults as stag-deer furries. They themselves used the same glamour to make themselves human looking as well just in time to see Michael walk in the front entrance.
“Jimmy, Jake! I’m home,” Michael putting his coat and shoes away to see two woman in his living room.
“I’m sorry,” Michael looking confused; “I wasn’t expecting company.”
“Dad,” Jimmy entering the room; hugging his father, Michael was stunned of his son’s strength. It felt like he was being crushed to death before Jimmy let go.
“Sorry,” Jimmy looking at his dad. “I guess my trips to the gym are paying off,” Jimmy lying. “Jake is in the kitchen warming up some leftovers.”
“That’s fine,” Michael exhaling; “but who are these woman here. You know I’m not ready to go back to dating right now.”
“This is Brittany and Allison,” Jimmy smiling; “they graduated high school along with Jake and myself.” Jimmy continues to explain that their arrival while unexpected was pleasant as they two were feeling lonely and wanting some companionship.
“Booty call,” Michael looking at the two girls suspiciously.
“Dad,” Jimmy shouting; “we have been seeing each other for a while now.”
Fortunately, Jimmy was spared the further need to think on his hooves as Jake came into the living room with a platter full of drinks.
“I think the leftovers need help,” Jake looking at his brother; “unless you like over microwaved lasagna. Dad I know you like your scotch, but I have opened a bottle of wine as we have company,” Jake handing a glass to Brittany and Allison and then one for his father. Jimmy came back into the living room and scowls at his twin brother.
“Two minutes in the microwave, not twenty;” Jimmy grabbing a glass of wine. “How is mom?”
“Same as always,” Michael sipping the wine; not knowing that it was dosed with the furry virus. He take another sip as he describes the simple niche her remains are located in the mausoleum. Explaining the bouquet of lavender and lilac that he placed in a nearby vase. It was then Michael stared to feel flushed with heat. He began to tug at his collar as if he was sweating from the heat of the restaurant kitchen grille.
“Let’s help dad out of those clothes,” Jimmy putting down the wine and waving a hand. Instantly the brown slacks and botton down shirt dissolved away, leaving the grey haired man in nothing but is socks and boxer shorts. Michael looked stunned as he saw his own clothes melt away from him.
“Don’t fight it dad,” Jake getting up and handing his father his glass; “just have another drink of this wine.”
“Alright,” Michael panting; “what’s happening?”
“A gift,” was all Jake said as he stepped back.
All four watched as Michael Proudmoore began to change as the furry virus took hold; causing his body to grow dense fur. Jimmy and Jake smiled as the fur was similar in coloration as theirs. They could see his face push out into a muzzle like that of a deer. Michael was rapidly turning into a stag-deer just like his twin son. His feet twisting into hooves while his ankles pushed up; his legs look like the hind limbs of a stag. His hand followed suit by having each digit get covered in hard keratin nails. Giving him hoof like hands. Like his son’s, Michael ended up sporting an impressive rack of antlers as well as a large set of testicles contained in a soft velvety sack that had a furry sheath keeping his cervine member safely hidden. The last item to form on the newly created furry was a set of runes the surrounded his arms at the wrist.
Michael should be panicking; appalled at the sight of him turning into a freak. Yet he somehow felt relieved. Glad that he felt more in tune with nature, he casually rips his boxer shorts off. Exposing his virle manhood with zero shame. His socks were already tatters went he ripped off the remnants from his furry legs. It was as if a great relief of weight was lifted from him as he saw his son’s and girlfriend’s in their true forms. He approached them as they came to him in a group hug. Michael was sobbing tears of joy as the wave of loss finally left him.
“Let’s get into those leftovers,” Michael pulling away, “we can talk about your relationship plans with miss cougar and wolf here.”
“Don’t you mean future daughter in-laws,” Brittany eliciting a wolfish grin; “it’s partly why Allison and I are here.”
“To claim your sons as our mates,” Allison purring as she rubs her hand paws all over Jake’s furry chest, trailing down to his furry stag package as she gently cradles his large balls and feels them pulse as they churn up more of his seed.
“You and mom did wish for grandkids,” Jake gently removing Allison’s hand from his package; “we just have yet to decide which one gets to ride us raw. But I’m open to having a four way to figure it out,” Jimmy giving his bother a sly look. This caused both Brittany and Allison to beam with a possible night of group rutting.
“TMI,” Michael chuckling as he walks to the kitchen. His newly formed hooves making a noticeable clacking sound as he walks on the tiled floor. His twin son’s hooves also following suit. “Let’s eat leftover lasagna first. And if you four are planning on mating after, do it in the bedroom, not in the living room.”
“Okay Mr. Proudhoof,” Allison and Brittany saying in unison.
“Proudhoof,” Michael chuckling as his sons quickly set the kitchen table for their quick dinner; “I guess that fits.”