“…reports are just trickling in! FBI has just confirmed that they have arrested Anthony Clouse and his wife Beverly Clouse. The two have been charged for Child Endangerment, Trafficking, and Abuse for the moment. They along with a dozen others were captured during the early morning raid at Saphire village, Montana. FBI plan to issue a press conference around…”
Michael Proudhoof turned off the radio as he went back to folding egg yolks into a mound of flour. Hand making pasta dough was a technique he learned from his Grandmother. “It’s the only way to make proper pasta,” she would always say. Michael took it to heart as he wrapped the fresh made dough up and placed it in walk in fridge to set. He would need it later in the evening for his Veal Cannelloni. A family recipe that he rarely ever made of late.
“I don’t think I made this Victoria passed away,” Michael pondered as he walked back to the pre table to go back to working on the pre-ordered lunch sandwiches. An ear twitches as he hears the sound of someone walking in the back entrance. Michael smiles as he assumes his Human disguise just as Greg walked in.
“Morning Mr. Proudmoore,” Greg hanging up his coat and washing his hands; “you’re here early. Anything I need to know?”
“Only the usual office lunch orders,” Michael scowling; hearing his old human name was grating; however he managed to keep that displeasure inward, know that it will be the last time Greg ever says the name Proudmoore.
“Is the coffee fresh,” Michael noticing the pot and grabbing a mug; pouring himself a cup and adding a spoon of sugar.
“Made it ten minutes ago,” Michael grinning as he watches Greg take his first sip; his cervine phallus peeking out of its protective sheath.
“A bit tangy,” Greg putting down the cup as he tries to identify the bizzare taste
“Just a bit of lemon,” Michael grinning as he notices Greg starting to remove his clothes.
“Is it just me,” Greg not realizing he is becoming a furry; “or is it getting hot in here?”
“Oh it’s getting hot,” Michael letting his glamour down; allowing Greg to see the imposing stag-deer anthro stroking his cock with a hoofed hand; while the other made a grab for Greg. Greg never resisted as he was pulled in and Michael gave him a passionate kiss.
“You want to suck my cock,” Michael pulling back and guiding a hazy lust addled Greg to the twitching red rod.
Greg eagerly grasped Michael’s cock and sampled his pre cum as it oozed out. He noted that it had the same tangy taste as the coffee. He wanted more so he began to suck the shaft as he used his hand to stroke the shaft up and down.
“Yeeeeeesssss,” Michael sighing in pleasure; “just like that Greg.” Michael’s eyes fluttered as he enjoyed the sensation of Greg’s tongue dancing and tickling his eurethra. The stroking from the man’s changing hands felt like he was ramming Denise’s slick tunnel. Michael starting to instinctively thrust; pushing his shaft further in Gregs mouth. Grabing the man’s head; Michael starting thrusting in and out as Greg just tried to struggle to breathe. The sudden shock of deep throating the stag-deer’s rod caused him to cum. Greg struggling to remove his remaining clothes as the heat from the rut kept him from noticing his changing body.
“Here it comes,” Michael shouting as he makes one final thurst; his cum exploding in Greg’s mouth as he struggles to keep it all down. Michael pulls back and watches as the former human, now anthro Badger furry lick his new muzzle clean. Michael notices Greg’s newly form runes on his wrists as they glowed. Taking a step back Michael watches as his executive chef finally stands up.
“Was making me give your oral necessary,” Greg looking at his boss; “the coffee would have been enough you know.” Greg’s runes glow as the mess made from their bodily fluids was cleaned up.
“I’m in too good of a mood to just sit and watch,” Michael chuckling as he got a better look at the black furry anthro with several thin white strips going down his back. Like Denise, Greg is standing on digitigrade feet. Walking on his toes, Greg’s busy tail being used for balance. “I met someone last night,” Michael going back to making sandwiches. “I’ll tell you as you help me here.”
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“So Jimmy and Jake are anthros as well,” Greg listening to Michael regal him of last night’s events. “And you landed a mate soon after?”
“Yep,” Michael smiling; “and she is a doctor. Working for the CDC,” Michael grinning.
“Why is that important,” Greg not sure as too were this is going.
“Because she has resources to research this gift,” Michael pausing to look at his furry self in the reflection of the stainless steel table; “and find ways to make it more infectious.”
“Oh,” was all Greg could say as he went back to spreading mayonnaise on the turkey club he was making. Already being told that the sauces for the sandwiches have already been fixed to infect their consumers, Greg eagerly finished making and then wrapping the meals before putting the box in the fridge. Closing the door he sees both Jimmy and Jake walk in. Just like their father; the twins were also anthro stag-deer.
“Dad’s car is here,” Jake stomping his hooves; trying to kick off some muck he dragged in.
“He is in the kitchen,” Greg speaking up; Letting the two see him as he closes the fridge door. “He is making his Cannelloni.”
“Shit,” Jimmy looking at his brother; “dad must be feeling better now.”
“Ask him yourself,” the anthro badger walking to the dry panty to gather ingredients.
The twin stags need no further encouragement as the barreled into the kitchen to see their father with the meat grinder as he furiously processes the veal shanks for his special pasta.
“You no longer act like a sad sack,” Jake helping his father by feeding the hopper with more veal.
“Is that how you saw me,” Michael chuckling; “I guess there is truth to that. After you gave me this gift,” Michael referring to the fact he is now and anthro stag-deer; “ I went for a walk. Long story short,” Michael eliciting a sly grin: “I found a mate, shagged her rotten and spent the night with her.”
“And her name,” Jake grabbing a couple of knives to prep the drink garnishes for the bar; “or are you making us guess?”
“Denise,” Michael smiling as he pauses his work; “Denise Proudhoof. Your new stepmother,” Michael winking at his stunned sons. “I’ll tell you more later,” Michael getting back to grinding veal. But I want you two to do something first.”
“What is it,” Jake swapping the bowl full of ground veal for an empty; wondering what their father has in mind.
“I want you two to ask your mates to invite their parents to dinner tonight,” Michael waving Jake off with the extra veal shanks. “I would like to meet the parents of my new daughter in-laws. Plus I’m sure those same parents will want to me you two knuckle heads as well. Its why I’m making the veal cannelloni. Now get ready,” Michael taking the bowl of ground veal to another table and starts mixing various spices into it; “with you two’s help along with Greg Sharpfang's, we’ll have the entire lunch staff converted to furries as fast as they arrive.”