And Now for something completely different! Wait... wrong show, that's Monty Python's Flying Circus.

I know, it's King of the Hill! A great YCH done by  TheRomeTwin where I get to be Hank with the anthropomorphized gang! Boomhaeur is the Cheetah, Bill is the Bunny Rabbit, and Dale is the Possum/Rat!

Here's a little comedic back and forth! Note the piece is not TF, but how I wrote the story gives it a TF element. That's why I'm not adding a TF or Transformation tag to this commission.

"Dang it Bobby! What have I told you about playing with technology that you don't understand! You've know turned pretty much all of Texas into these so called furry creatures! I know I said last week that Dale can be a bit of a rat, but it's called a metaphor! And see what you did to Bill? Remember when you learned about the birds and the bees and how Peggy told you the analogy about Rabbits? You can imagine where that's going Bobby! Boomhaeur? Well, he's actually good as a Cheetah, but why in God's good graces did you make me a purple dragon? You haven't been watching My Little Pony have you? I'm not having my son become a bronie!" I say to Bobby who's hiding behind the fence, turned into a husky husky.

"Well, gee Dad. You're such a strong role model, and dragons are very powerful, I thought you'd look good as one! You can breathe fire, so no need to worry about the grill going out. You've got more muscles, so Mom won't be nagging about your health Dad. I don't know how long it'll last, but I don't see anything wrong with furries. They're artistic, they're smart, they're kind, and they buy a lot of propane and propane accessories." Bobby tells me.

"Well... I guess a group of people, regardless of how "out there" they are, if they are one of my biggest customers, how can I say no to them. If they're smart enough to buy propane and propane accessories, I guess furries aren't that bad of people. Would they be called people? Heck if I know!" I tell Bobby as I sip on non-alcoholic beer. (Yes, even in King of the Hill, I don't drink alcohol. Must be confusing this "Hank" with my Doberman "Hank" who would be drinking real beer)

"You know, I don't know what Mom would be. I couldn't figure out what exactly she would fit best as." Bobby explains.

"Well Bobby, I love your Mom no matter what. We may argue, we may be different species now, but she's my wife and your mother, and she'll be beautiful to me regardless." I tell Bobby.

(So... what species do you think my wife Peggy would be)