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Chapter 1: This Queer Old House “I love you both, but please try to keep an open mind! I know Rudy’s family is something you’ve never encountered before, just please don’t embarrass me.” Oscar took a deep breath and turned his car off. He turned to the back seat where his mom and dad were. His mom was looking at him with a quirked eyebrow, she was wearing a long plaid coat over her christmas sweater and dress jeans. It clashed with her golden fur but it matched with her green eyes, the same ones he’d inherited. His dad looked like he was just happy to be here in his matching outfit, even with having to keep those big floppy dog ears out of his eyes that his son also inherited. “Why are you so worried?” The lioness said. “Mom….” He rubbed his golden brown muzzle and sighed. “If I could explain it to you I wouldn’t be worried. Let’s just head inside.” The lion-dog could practically hear his mother rolling her eyes as he got out of the driver’s seat. He had his doubts about this weekend, but looking up at his fiance’s family house brought him some comfort. It was large, possibly qualifying as a mansion by now, but that was due to the multiple extensions they made to the place. It was three stories tall, and was a mismatch of styles. The front porch and entrance were part of the original house, simple in design, and the house almost seemed to grow out from there. Seams where new sections of house had been put up were visible, you could count them like tree rings, and Oscar counted at least four ‘rings.’ Snow had covered the ground, trees, and roof of the house by a few inches, thankfully long enough ago that the roads were clear, but it was going to be a white Christmas. They were far enough out in the country that the nearest neighbors were a fifteen minute walk away in the snow, and it left the house bordered by tall pine trees that rivaled the house in height. “Don’t worry son,” His dad Damon said as he put a gloved paw on his shoulder. “This is going to be a great Christmas weekend!” ‘Oh dad, you eternal optimist.’ Oscar smiled. ‘I’m going to have a good weekend, I just hope the two of you will too.’ He popped open the trunk of his car with the push of a button and everyone pulled out their bags and suitcases. He heard the crunch of footsteps running down the snowy driveway and turned to the sound. Bundled in a puffy red coat was Rudy, and Oscar smiled wider than the cat that caught the canary. Or well, the lion-dog that caught the rat, as it were. They met in a hug and squeezed each other tightly, rubbing their cheeks together as Oscar purred. The lion-dog’s tail wagged in the air, the shape of a lion’s tail but with long hair drooping down it like a dog’s tail. The rat’s tail was nowhere to be seen, likely bundled up in the jacket as it was furless. “Oscar you made it! I was worried the roads weren’t cleared enough!” The rat wanted a kiss but settled for rubbing noses together, it was too cold for much else. “The roads were fine, I just took my time being safe.” The lion-dog purred as he picked up his suitcase from the trunk. “Rudy! Glad to see you again!” Dad Damon said with that goofy golden retriever smile on. “Damon! Jenny! Welcome to my home for a change! It’s as my dads say ‘a queer old house.’” Rudy pulled out a bag from the trunk to help. “Your dad says that?” The lioness asked. “Yes they do, I’ve got the misfortune of dealing with three times the dad jokes.” Rudy sighed dramatically. Oscar giggled and followed the brown rat inside. His mom and dad looked at each other in confusion. The front door opened with a wave of warmth and the sight of evergreen garlands strewn about with red ribbons and mistletoe. There was the sound of a fireplace crackling and the smell of burning wood mixed with cinnamon rolls fresh out of the oven that made Oscar salivate. He tasted Papa Troy’s cinnamon rolls once before and longed for their pillowy sweet embrace. “You made it!” Daddy Max said. He was a wolf-otter hybrid with pointy ears, a long conical tail, and long grey fur. He hugged Oscar without a care for the bags he had, squeezing and trying to lift the lion-dog off the ground. “Yes we did! Where should we put our things?” Oscar beamed up at the taller hybrid. “Sure! We had to swap rooms around but we have a room on the second floor for your mom and dad and you can sleep in Rudy’s room.” The tall wolf-otter’s tongue stuck out the front of his muzzle as he smiled. “Is that appropriate?” Mom Jenny said. “They’re only kids.” “Kids? They’re in their twenties!” Daddy Max said. “They’re adult enough to share a room for Christmas.” “Okay…” Mom Jenny said as she cringed. “Come on then, let’s get these put away.” Oscar said as he followed Rudy up the stairs. His parents followed a moment later with their suitcases. The smell from the kitchen tried to tempt them off course but they powered through. Rudy led them to the second door on the left and opened it. “This is one of our spare rooms, Uncle Romeo usually stays here when he’s in town.” Rudy grunted as he plopped the suitcases on the bed. “But the bedsheets are clean and the towels in the attached bathroom are fresh!” “Thank you Rudy!” Dad Damon said. “We’ll unpack and then meet you downstairs for those cinnamon rolls?” “Definitely!” Rudy nodded and hooked his arm into the lion-dogs. “This way to my room!” Oscar thought he heard his mom say something but he walked up the stairs to the third floor. Rudy’s room was the first on the right, and Oscar beamed as he entered. The rat’s room had a big desk in the corner with his fancy RGB computer setup, a nice king sized bed that had thick plaid flannel sheets on it for winter, and several other tech devices with the books on the bookshelves. The lion-dog had been in it a few times, and even now the rat’s woody almond scent made it smell like home. He sighed happily and set his duffle bag full of clothes on the ground and flopped onto the bed. Rudy chuckled and slid on top of him, intertwining their fingers together and resting his brown muzzle next to the lion-dog’s. They laid like that a moment, Oscar purring like an engine and the rat’s now free tail whipping around happily. Then Oscar rolled while pulling Rudy around with a smile on his face. The broad golden muzzle met the narrow brown one and they kissed. Lips parted and the tongues rolled against each other, their breaths mixed and churned warming their maws, the short breaths they made were peppered with moans and happy gasps. Oscar could just feel the tension and stress melting out of him with each press of the lips. By the time he pulled back, a string of saliva connecting their muzzles, it was his coat and clothes that felt more restrictive than anything. Rudy sensed it and got up, letting his fiance stand as they both shed their coats and shoes. Oscar sighed happily and wiggled his toes on the carpet now that they were free of their prison. “Oh I got a new webcam!” Rudy said as he rushed over to his computer and flicked it on. “It’s really good quality!” “Sweet! That’ll be good for DND night with our friends!” Oscar walked up beside the rat as he started talking about the specs and the price, he put an arm around the rat’s waist as he talked on and on about the webcam. The rat was just so adorable when he just talked about something he loved. The lion-dog jumped when he heard a throat being cleared at the door. He turned to see his mom standing there with an expectant look on her face. Probably trying to suggest a “are you going to be joining us?” with the way her brow quirked up. “We’ll be right down, Mom.” Oscar said with a sigh. “Good.” The lioness said curtly as she walked away. “Was she trying to catch us having sex?” Rudy snorted. “Well, I was thinking about it.” Oscar purred as he slid an arm around the rat’s waist. “Scandelous!” Rudy giggled and slid his paw onto the lion-dog's ass. “I guess we should go see everyone.” Oscar sighed. “We don’t have to….” Rudy leaned over and started nibbling on the hybrid’s neck. “Heh, I’d love to, but I feel like my parents need a chaperone, at least for the first day.” “True, it might be hard being the only straight couple in the house. They’re probably not used to being a minority.” Rudy said and the lion-dog laughed. “Let’s meet up with everyone then, before the cinnamon rolls run out.” They walked out and down two flights of stairs, following their noses and the sound of small talk coming from the kitchen. From the sound, all three of Rudy’s Dads were discussing the two of them with Oscar’s parents. The rat snuck along the wall to listen but the lion-dog just walked into the dining room connected to the kitchen, so he followed in too. “Oscar is a wonderful young man,” Rudy’s Dad Shiloh said, a brown bear with a dad bod about the same height as Rudy. “He’s got a wonderful sense of humor! Hopefully we get to see him more often now that they’re engaged.” “Thank you! Rudy seems like a lovely young man himself, though we’ve only met once or twice.” Mom Jenny said. “I look forward to learning more about him, and you all!” “Yeah!” Dad Damon said, with his tail wagging. “I didn’t think polyamory was legal in this state! How long have you all been together?” “It’s been twenty years that we’ve all been married.” Papa Troy said, he was a striped hyena, white with black stripes, that was barely taller than Mom Jenny and was fairly slim. He had on an apron that said ‘Vore the Rich’ in blood red. “I honestly don’t know, or care, if it’s legal. We’re together whether or not some rich old men like it.” “Oh.” The lioness took a quick sip of the hot chocolate to keep from saying something. “What about you two?” Daddy Max, the otter-wolf hybrid said. “How long have you been together?” “Twenty three years this February!” Dad Damon said. “I was thinking about renewing our vows in the baptist church we were married in next year, should be a fun time! Would you all like an invite?” “Mmm, no.” Papa Troy said. “There aren’t many churches that like us.” “Hey!” Oscar piped up and slid between everyone, trying to prevent his parents from hitting more conversational land mines. “Are there any cinnamon rolls left?” “Yep!” Papa Troy’s ears went up and his tail started wagging as he passed over two paper plates with fist sized rolls on them whose icing was still dripping down. “Fuck yeah!” Rudy said as he grabbed a plate. The rat took a big bite out of the roll and moaned happily. The lioness and the golden retriever both nearly told him to mind his language before realising that they shouldn’t parent someone else’s kid. They looked at the three dads expectantly, waiting for a scolding or something. “I’m honestly surprised,” Dad Shiloh said. “I expected you two to be fucking in your room for a few hours before coming down.” “Uh, you’d allow that?” Mom Jenny tilted her head as she leaned forward. “I mean, it’s not the first time they’ve done it here.” Dad Shiloh chuckled. “What? They’re not even married yet!” Dad Damon said. “I’d rather they do it here where it’s safe and if they need anything we’re right here to help.” Daddy Max said. “That’s not the point!” Mom Jenny said. “Do you honestly think either of you or any of us could have stopped them if we wanted to?” Papa Troy smiled. “Yes!” The lioness nearly yelled. “Oh Honey.” Papa Troy said under his breath. Oscar couldn’t help but smile, all three of Rudy’s dads had his back. He wondered if there was any of that flavored holiday popcorn around.