Family Bonding
A story about a modular fur that doesn't know he is a modular fur.
Family Bonding
"Maybe we should wait until he's a bit older. I don't think he's ready yet." A slightly graying wolf sat with one leg pulled up underneath him, speaking just above the level of a whisper.
"We've talked about this before and every time we push it off, the more we do, the bigger a problem it's going to become." His mate sat across from him, a small look of worry on the husky's face. Between them was a small ornate box covered in various designs and held together with a small golden clasp.
From his point of view, Seti had a perfect vantage point to see all three of them in the room. With one pointed ear tilted forward slightly, he tried to discretely continue eavesdropping on his fathers' conversation. It was far past his bedtime but he just couldn't fall asleep, for the third night in a row he had felt something odd in his loins that, try as he might, he just couldn't quite explain. His fathers' whispering grew even quieter, to the point where he could no longer make out what they were saying. He leaned in and felt his paw slide against the smooth wooden floor, falling off the edge of the stair and landing on the one below.
Both of his fathers turned their attention quickly on the younger wolf. All three of them blushed as they realized they had been caught. Seti hung his head and made his way into the room, wondering if he could get away with pretending that he had been sleep walking.
"How long have you been listening and what did you hear?" His wolf father frowned but didn't seem to be too angry.
"Not much Pops, I think you were talking about me?"
"Come here, we have something we need to tell you." Pops stole a quick glance back at the box before patting the seat next to him.
"It's okay. I already know I was adopted. It's kind of obvious." Seti smiled but sat down with them anyway, forgetting to pretend that he was tired. His husky father laughed.
"Not quite what we need to talk about, I think that conversation would be easier."
"It was when we first adopted you that we learned about your unique talent. You could detach any body part you wanted. Nearly gave Pop's a heart attack when you first removed your head in the crib. It wasn't until he heard you giggling that he stopped screaming."
They told him all about the first couple of moments after discovering that he was okay. One of them picked up his head carefully while the other picked up the still cooing body. It was their first ever experience with a modular cub, a rare genetic anomaly that only occurs in one out of a hundred thousand cubs. After verifying that the two distinct parts were still at least spiritually connected, they calmed down significantly.
"Obviously our first thought was to put you back together, but you were having so much fun so we let you play around a little, the three of us discovering what it meant for you to be modular." His father eyed him carefully, pausing to see Seti's reaction to this news.
Seti took it all in slowly, raising his left hand and staring at the spot where his thumb should have been. They had told him that he had been in an accident years ago and that the thumb was lost. All throughout his life he had looked at the missing digit and wondered what it would be like if it were still there. Sometimes it almost felt as though it was there, like he could bend it or like something brushed up against it.
"Yeah." Pops replied as though he were answering the unspoken question. "We had brought you out to the circus, didn't realize you had pulled it off until we were halfway home."
Seti stared down at the box in front of them, something was inside and he had a strange feeling suddenly that whatever it was, it belonged to him. He nearly reached out then and there to open it up, the curiosity bubbling over inside of him, but he didn't want to upset his fathers.
"Is that my thumb?" He asked.
"No... We went back to search for it but couldn't find it anywhere. That's when we made the decision to raise you without letting you know you are a modular fur. But we do have something to tell you."
"You were so young when we found out, it was just easier this way. One day when we pulled you out for a morning change, Pops was wiping you down when it just kind of came off. At first we would put it back on during the day and leave it off for just the night, it made morning changes so much simpler. But then we started leaving it off longer, when you were in the bath, during any diaper change, whenever we had to go somewhere special. It was easier to leave a part of you behind. It wasn't long before putting it back on became a hassle, we could either fight to get it reattached or leave it off. Pretty soon one day would turn into a week, and then a month. Then when we decided it was time for it to be put on permanently, we realized we had bypassed the potty training age. If we gave it back, you would have had to go back to diapers until you learned to control yourself."
His wolf father reached out and unclasped the box on the table, raising the lid of the container so that Seti could look inside. The object laying there was covered in dark grayish black fur, it was long and off of one side sat a lump of skin holding two round orbs. He had seen things like this before. In the locker room he caught glimpses of them hanging between the legs of his classmates. Up until now he had never questioned why some people had them and others didn't, he just assumed that it was something distinct based on their race and didn't want to be rude and ask.
"What is it?" As he stared at it, it looked as though it were getting bigger. Was it alive? Another strange feeling came over him, his torso felt funny, like there was a pressure building up somewhere. He had felt something similar on a couple of occasions but could never explain it. He looked up at his fathers, who appeared to be blushing.
"It's... um... your penis, son." Pops fumbled over the words. A small pink portion poked out from underneath the furry creature inside the box. As the feeling inside him built up even more, the pink tip protruded further.
"What's it doing?" Seti asked incredulously, wondering if it might be broken. It looked to him as though the rod were turning itself inside out. From the little he had seen, he knew that this wasn't normal.
"Ahem... uh... well, when you're excited, blood pumps into it and makes it bigger." His husky dad also seemed to be struggling for the right words.
"Does it happen to you too?" Seti asked, turning his attention from the furry critter in the box.
"Yes, it's perfectly natural. Here, I'll show you." Pops stood up and unbuttoned his pants, letting them fall to the floor, completely nude underneath. A similar tool hung between his legs, furry and dark gray like the one in the box. He placed a hand on it and began rubbing, Seti was slightly shocked to see a similar pink tip begin to protrude. Inside the box on the table, the pink inner portion jumped and grew to double its length within seconds.
Pops picked up the object from the box. He felt a phantom tickling sensation.
"Well that was unexpected, looks like our son is like us. This is the longest it has ever been, you're definitely growing up. Oh whoops, so used to just taking it out that I nearly forgot you were here son. Do you mind?" Pops held the item precariously between the tips of his fingers.
"I don't mind." Seti replied, wondering what his father was going to do with it.
"I'm going to show you how much fun you can have with one of these." The wolf ran a finger along the tip of the pink part, Seti nearly doubled over at the impulse feeling that was sent back to his brain. He clenched his paws into fists, only barely understanding that the action by his father was linked to what he had just felt. Pops sat down on the chair and placed the furry appendage inside his maw. Seti arched his back on the chair in response. He couldn't even bring himself to speak, something had taken him over completely and all he knew was that he didn't want it to stop. It tickled, but in the best way possible. His other father just shook his head as his breathing began to come out in short sighs.
"Does it always feel this good?" He clawed at the side of the chair, ripping small portions of the fabric. Pops continued to lick at the detached appendage until a feeling Seti didn't recognize washed over him, it was like being at the top of a rollercoaster just barely cresting the first hill and plummeting towards the earth at a hundred miles per hour. It felt as though something warm was flowing through him as all of the pressure that had built up had been released. The ride was over far too soon. When he opened his eyes, his father was gasping, white fluid dripping out of his mouth and down onto his chin.
"That... was... amazing." Seti gasped, feeling the tendrils of fatigue pulling at his eyelids. Before then he had been wide away, but something about what they had just done made it feel like he had run several laps around a track.
"A little warning might have been nice." Pops laughed as he wiped off the remnants of the fluid from his chin. "It looks like we'll have to keep it safe for him for one more day." Pops said as Seti drifted off to sleep.