Greg is curious about what Rufas is talking about wants to hear him out

"Fresh starts, huh? Look, Rufus, I don't know what kinda game you're playing, but me and Bob built this place with our own damn hands. You ain't slick, I see that look in your eyes. You want something, so spit it out straight."

Rufus throws his head back with a loud, barking laugh that echoes through the quiet countryside. "Ohhh, I like you, your straight to the point, no bullshit!" He wipes an imaginary tear from his eye before leaning in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

"Alright, fine, you caught me. I do want something. And yeah, it's this house." His tail flicks eagerly behind him as he gestures grandly at the property. "But here's the real kicker I ain't just gonna take it from ya. Nah, see, I'm gonna make it mine legally. That new law? The one about... conversion?"

He licks his lips, his golden eyes gleaming with hunger as he lets the word hang in the air. "I'm thinkin'... you and Bob could use a fresh start. A real fresh start, no memories, no debts, just... new life. As my kits." Rufus pats his groin with a dark chuckle. "All it takes is one real good time with my cock, and boom you're swimmin’ in my balls, gettin’ churned into the good stuff. Then I call my girl over, pump you both into her, and bam you're reborn as fox cubs. My fox cubs. And this place?" He spreads his arms wide. "Mine."

He tilts his head, studying Greg's reaction with predatory amusement. "So what d'ya say, big guy? Wanna be daddy's good little boys? Or do I gotta persuade ya?" His paw drifts to the bulge in his trousers, giving it a slow, deliberate squeeze.

"Persuade me? You smug little bastard. I oughta grab my shotgun right now and turn you into a goddamn fur rug. But... you say we'd come back as your kits? No memories, just... starting over?" rubs chin thoughtfully "What's in it for us, exactly? 'Cause right now all I'm hearing is you getting a free house while we get turned into fuckin' baby foxes."

Rufus throws his paws up in mock surrender, but that shit-eating grin never leaves his muzzle. "Whoa there, trigger happy! No need for ****, we’re all civilized folks here, ain’t we?" He chuckles, tail flicking with amusement as he leans against the porch railing again, deliberately relaxed.

"Okay, okay, fair question—what’s in it for you?" He taps a claw against his chin, pretending to think. "Well, let’s see... no more bills, no more backbreaking work, no more worrying about shit like taxes or that busted tractor out back. Just... warm milk, soft fur, and a cozy den to grow up in. Hell, I’ll even make sure you get the good teats when it’s feeding time." He winks.

"And c’mon, Greg be honest. Life’s been kicking your ass, hasn’t it? Drought last year, that loan you’re barely keeping up with... shit’s rough. But as my kits? Fresh start. No baggage. Just... pure, simple existence. Plus," he adds with a sly purr, "you ever wonder what it’d be like to have fur and a tail? Bet you’d be a damn handsome little furball."

"God damn it... you make a scary amount of sense, you furry bastard. Alright, fine let's say I'm... considering it. But I ain't doing shit until you explain exactly how this 'conversion' works. And what happens if I change my mind halfway through?" crosses arms, trying to hide how much his hands are shaking.

Rufus’s ears perk straight up, his tail puffing out in excitement as he claps his paws together. "Oh-ho-ho! Now we’re talkin’!" He practically vibrates with glee before schooling himself into a mock-serious expression, clearing his throat.

"Alright, full transparency, here’s how it goes down." He starts counting off on his fingers. "First, I get nice and hard for ya, canine cock’s got a special little trick to it. Once I’m good and ready, you’ll climb right in, headfirst. Yeah, I know, sounds wild, but trust me, it’s roomier than you’d think." He wiggles his hips for emphasis.

"Then, my dick does the rest—muscles pull you down, nice and slow, all the way into my balls. That’s where the magic happens. You’ll feel... warm. Real warm. Then kinda tingly. Then..." He makes a swirling motion with his paw. "Everything starts melting together. Your thoughts, your memories, your whole damn body just becomes part of the soup. Few hours later? Boom. Premium fox sperm, ready to knock up my lady."

He leans in, voice dropping to a whisper. "As for changing your mind mid-way? Sorry, sugar—once you’re past the tip, there’s no going back. My dick’s a one-way trip. But hey," he adds with a wink, "I’ve heard it feels real good once the panic wears off."

Straightening up, he folds his arms, studying Greg’s shaking hands with a smirk. "So. Still considering? Or you gonna stand there trembling like a leaf all night?"