Jonathan's Gift
by tannim
10/18/2022

	"Oh, Jonathan... it's been so long." Mrs. Brisby ran her paws along her legs as she sat in her chair late into the night. "I've saved myself for you for so long too, even knowing you... that you aren't coming back."

	The mouse tilted her head up to the ceiling, eyes closed imagining her husband again.  She hadn't seen him in, for... since he died.  Yes.  He was dead.  His handsome strong body was still there in her thoughts and desires.  His paws could still stroke her if she remembered the times they were together well enough.  Her own paws drifted down to her groin with one sliding over her clitoris and the other sliding a finger inside a very wet and long ignored pussy.

	"Oh, I wish I could get over you enough to find somebody again.  I'm starved, Jonathan." Her fingers stroked herself more vigorously with her passion growing as she gave in for the first time in a long while. "Starved for touch and attention... and satisfaction."

	The memory of her husband stayed the same, but she felt a warmth over her breasts and Jonathan's voice whispered faintly into her ear. "Then be free of me and I shall help you find someone to give you what you need as I cannot."

	Mrs. Brisby sat upright, her fingers coming away from her vulva wet and slick. "Jonathan?!"

	There was no-one around here when she looked.  She was in the same dimly room and just as alone as before.  Except there was a little more light.  The medallion around her chest glowed a fiery red.

	Jonathan's faint whisper rose from it when she clasped it with both paws and stared at it. "Make a wish to satisfy and I will do my best to try.  Changes happen where they can, be it doe, buck, or man.  Let your passion be your guide and you will have love by your side."

	"I want you, Jonathan!" But even as she said it, Mrs. Brisby felt that it wasn't possible.

	His whisper had said he could not.  Whatever power he had left could not bring him back to life.  She hung her head in sorrow, but even feeling that loss again, she felt freedom.  The need to see him again left with her final acceptance that he was gone.  He had burned in her thoughts since he had vanished.  That burning went out with Jonathan's offer to help.

	"Thank you, my love." She sighed and looked around. "Wish.  Any wish? No... you said passion." The motherly mouse looked at her wet fingers. "I am sure he meant this sort of passion.  But what to wish for? I could really use some help just thinking what to wish.  Oh, I wish Teresa was not so timid about boys.  Then she could help me with this."

	"Help..."

	It was the faintest of whispers.  The amulet's light flashed bright enough to fill the room, then went out.  When she looked at it she saw a very dark glow to it still, just so dark as to be invisible from any distance.

	"What did you do?" There was no answer when she asked and she hadn't really expected one. "I know I'm not dreaming.  Jonathan is here, in spirit.  I have to trust him." She yawned. "I also must sleep.  I can't pass out here in the living room."

	When she woke, there was laughter coming from the kitchen.  Martin's voice wafted to her first.  His 'Hey, don't pull those!' was followed with Teresa saying something that was too quiet to make out.  Cynthia said something else after that was followed with more laughing from the girls.

	"Now what are those three up to?" Mrs. Brisby climbed out of bed and found herself pausing in front of the mirror, smoothing her fur instead of hurrying down. "I remember, Jonathan.  Everything you said and how you made me feel.  Thank you."

	After a deep breath and a quick grab to slip on her cape, she headed down just in time to see Teresa sitting in front of Martin.  Her thighs were wet and there was a small puddle under her with more leaking out of her pussy.  The girl had her paws holding her vulva open.

	"Come on, Martin.  Give it a kiss and MAYBE I'll let you put your little dick in it."

	Martin, on his knees in front of her glared up at her. "I'm not kissing anything.  That's girly stuff."

	"Oh, the big buck in the family can't handle a little kissing." Teresa squeezed her knees together on either side of Martin's face. "Well, if you don't want to kiss it, that's ok.  I'm sure a real male like... like TIMMY can appreciate a little tenderness.  Right Timmy?"

	Staring open mouthed at his sister in disbelief, Timmy sat at the large empty yarn spool that was their kitchen table.  He had a flush just visible under his cheek fur from the sight of his sister exposing herself and talking so openly.  The morning had been very educational so far with Teresa trying her hardest to get Martin to let her and Cynthia touch him and whatever else it was she wanted to do with him.

	The young mouse boy had no idea what Teresa was trying to do, but he wasn't about to admit it. "I guess so.  Tenderness is good.  Right?"

	Cynthia, sitting behind Martin, also looked unsure.  Her sister was acting strangely.  The older girl had gotten her up early and taken her into their brothers' room where she had pulled Martin's blanket back to show his boy parts.  She had seen them before but never really up close and certainly not while Martin was sleeping.

	Teresa had bent down and nuzzled his sheath and balls, too.  That had been really funny, but also gave Cynthia a view between her sister's legs.  There was a lot of wetness there like she peed herself, only it didn't smell like she had.

	Martin had woken up when Teresa had slipped a finger between her legs and then smeared the slippery stuff onto his lips.  The surprise on his face was worth invading their room.  Cynthia had enjoyed seeing her brother speechless.  Teresa just put a paw on his boy parts and asked if he wanted to play.  The way her older sister had stood over him smiling confidently reminded her of their father.

	Most of the rest of the morning was a blur of things Cynthia didn't really understand.  There was a lot of talking, a lot of it loudly from her brothers as they tried to get them to leave, but there was also a lot of embarrassed looks, shuffling of feet, and red flesh peaking out of that funny pouch between their legs.  When her older sister had stripped naked her brothers had really looked uncomfortable, then Martin had made fun of Timothy for some reason before they had ended up in the kitchen.

	Cynthia was glad to see their mom come in.  Martin was kind of hostile for some reason and Teresa just kept teasing him to get him to do what she wanted, whatever that was.  Mom would calm things down, even though it was fun upsetting him.

	Martin didn't notice their mother. "I can kiss if I want to, I'm just not kissing THERE.  That's all wet and weird."

	"That part of you seems to like the idea.  I bet it would love to kiss me there."

	"Huh?" The older boy looked down when she giggled and pointed and stuck his tongue out at her. "Oh, ha ha.  It wouldn't..."

	"And what are you three up to?!" Their mother's voice made both older cubs look over in guilty surprise.

	"Teresa is touching Martin and making Martin touch her!"

	"Thank you, Cynthia." Mrs. Brisby pat her youngest daughter's head.

	The lack of anger or even real shock in her voice surprised everyone, including Mrs. Brisby herself.  She had worried that her daughters and sons might try something sexual together in the past, but after last night, that didn't seem bad.  Why now though?

	The wish she had made last night! While not exactly what she had expected, Jonathan had fulfilled the wish.  Teresa was definitely not being timid about boys.  She would never have been exposing herself like THAT to anyone.  Especially not Martin.

	"You don't find your sister pretty, Martin?" Mrs. Brisby felt like somebody was speaking for her rather than like she was saying it herself, but didn't try to stop it. "You really should kiss her there, dear.  I think you will enjoy it.  I know your father did."

	Timothy leaned forward in amazement. "Dad? He enjoyed putting his muzzle THERE?"

	Martin looked at his sister's spread pussy and the wet hole she was showing him. "It's just so weird looking."

	Teresa scooted forward very quickly and pushed her slit firmly against her brother's snout before he could think to pull away.  "It's only weird looking because you don't know anything about girls." She grabbed his head and held him in place while he pushed against her. "You really need to learn more about our bodies.  Be nice and we can learn more about yours.  It'll feel really good."

	"MOM!" Martin tugged away, but his thoughts were on the soft hot flesh against his muzzle and the interesting pulsing in his groin.

	He was confused from how Teresa was acting, but more confused with how his body was reacting to her.  All that touching earlier had left him stiff and needy down below.  Even when Teresa had tugged on his balls with Cynthia, he had been harder than he'd even been.  He couldn't admit that to them though.  His sisters would just make fun of him if he admitted to liking anything related to his body.  Timothy probably would too.

	Mrs. Brisby crouched next to him. "Are you asking me to stop her or to join in? Cynthia, could you rub your brother's penis while you are back there.  You can just reach under him if you like or reach around him."

	The little mouse girl put a paw to her mouth, hiding the giggle at the funny anatomical word as well as the surprise at what she was told to do.  Cynthia liked the idea of it, but hearing her mom say it was shocking.  She didn't hesitate more than a couple seconds though.  Her brothers never let her touch them in baths no matter how curious she had been.

	Scooting closer, Cynthia reached around Martin and grabbed his very firm erection. "It's all hard and hot."

	"Yes, Cynthia." Her mom looked relaxed saying it, which helped the little cub feel better about holding it. "You have his full attention, dear.  All boys will give you their full attention if you hold them there." Mrs. Brisby rubbed a finger over her oldest son's lips, smearing some of the slick fluid around. "Martin, put your mouth back on Teresa's pussy and give it that kiss she wants.  A real one... a real long one.  You'll like it.  Just relax and try it."

	"I don't want to kiss her there!" His cheeks were brightly flushed  under his fur, but it wasn't from Teresa. "Cynthia... Uh, could you let go?"

	"Hehe, nope.  I don't want to." Cynthia tugged his erection down, to the side, and anywhere else she that was funny.  When she was pulling it down she noticed some tension.  Giving another tug down until she felt resistance again, she let go to see what would happen. "There, I let go."

	Martin's erection swung up and slapped his belly with a thump.  His ears flattened against his head at the sound of Cynthia laughing and he jerked his head around to glare at her.  She just grabbed his cock to do it again.

	Still at the table, even Timmy was laughing.  That had been a fun game he'd discovered for himself with his own erection.  Letting somebody else do it had never occurred to him before.

	Teresa leaned down to tap Martin's head between his ears. "Alright, if you won't lick me and the only way to get your attention is to grab you down there, I'm going to grab you down there!" She grabbed her brother's shoulders and heaved him upright, then slid onto the floor in front of him. "Let go, Cynthia."

	"Aw." Cynthia didn't argue, she was curious what her sister wanted to do.

	Martin leaned back, not sure himself why he was still kneeling there.  They weren't actually holding him down.  He could leave any time he wanted if he didn't want to do anything gross.  His eyes roamed over Teresa's flat chest, flat hips, and interesting wet slit she'd been trying to get him to put his face in.  He just didn't want to leave yet.

	Mrs. Brisby rubbed her son's back. "Are you sure you don't want to explore your sister, Martin? She's being very inviting."

	He looked at her confused. "You're acting weird.  You're BOTH acting weird.  Did the rats do something to you?" Teresa's paws pressed to his chest as she scooted up close immediately after he asked it and he turned back to her in surprise. "HEY! What are you..." His gaze drifted down to something hot and wet touching his cock. "Uhhh..."

	Teresa smiled, just like their father would have in the past when he was showing them something new that he was sure they'd love. "Here it comes."

	She pushed his dick down just a little and he slipped into her pussy.  It was a tight fit with his cocktip being the first thing inside of her vagina other than her finger.  Teresa clenched her inner muscles around him.  While she had never had sex before, she felt like she knew what she was doing.

	"Go on, push in deeper, Martin.  I want to feel you move that since you wouldn't let me feel your tongue."

	Their mother shook her head.  Mrs. Brisby was sure she should be upset with what was happening, but all she could really think was how bad that sounded.  Teresa should have been encouraging him and telling him how to move his hips instead of just telling him to push deeper.  Whatever Jonathan had done was affecting her as much as her daughter.

	Instead of any of that, Mrs. Brisby pat her oldest son's head. "Martin, you'll be more comfortable if you lie down on your back or lie forward so she is on her back.  It's really awkward to do that while kneeling."

	Teresa gave her brother a quick kiss, then leaned back. "I'll let you be on top." The girl wrapped her arms around Martin to pull him down with her.  When he just looked down at her uncertainly, she thrust her hips up against him. "Ready when you are."

	He still didn't thrust in himself.  Her slippery wet pussy squeezing around his young dick did feel good, but the shock of what she was trying to do and the idea of doing that with his own sister were holding him back.  Martin looked to his brother, then to Cynthia.  They didn't look as concerned about it as he was.  Maybe it was because they were too young to know what it was.

	At last he looked up to his mother. "Do I have to, Mom?"

	Teresa sighed and ground her hips up against his, enjoying him penetrating her even if she had to do the work. "Come on, Martin, don't be such a sissy.  You like girls, right?"

	The boy frowned at his mom's silence and snapped back at her. "Of course I like girls.  Just not my sister being all pushy and naggy and not taking no for an answer as USUAL." He grunted and shivered at her continued thrusting. "Even if it does feel really good I don't want to do it with YOU."

	"You don't seem to be all that upset since you're so stiff inside me." Teresa sounded happy and she ran her paws along his chest. "How about you just try it and if you really don't like it, you can stop any time.  You know, Martin, If you don't want to do boy things with a girl you could doing girl things with a boy.  Timmy would probably like it."

	Timothy wondered what she was talking about.  He knew touching his dick felt pretty good while it was stiff, but what were girl things with a boy?  He could see what his sister wanted Martin to do with her and that did look kind of fun.  Considering what Martin had already put up with from her already it couldn't be any more embarrassing, could it?

	Mrs. Brisby rubbed Martin's ears and the fur between them. "That seems fair.  If you want her to stop after trying it, I'll make her stop, alright? But you need to give it a try first."

	"Aw, ok..." It was a pouty and annoyed sounding reply, but the feelings from her cunny pulsing around his cock had already pushed much of his resistance away.

	She really did feel good inside and he didn't actually want the physical contact to stop. While feeling that pleasure with his sister giving it to him was weird and uncomfortable, not having it at all would have been worse.  He couldn't she he liked it, though.  That would be the same as admitting she was right.

	Martin finally pushed his hips down into her just as she was thrusting up.  He took a deep breath in surprise at how nice it felt to move in time with her.  A powerful tingle of joy ran from his cocktip to his balls at that first thrust after giving in.  He let out a loud gasp and pushed in again.  The same tingle shot through his groin and then spread out further along his whole body.  If it always felt like that, maybe he could live with touching his sister.

	Watching from the table, Timothy wondered why their mom's amulet flashed brightly a few times.  It happened each time Martin moved his hips against Teresa's.  He'd never seen it glow before.

	Mrs. Brisby also noticed the flashes.  She wondered what Jonathan was up to.  His presence had faded to almost nothing after last night, but it was still there as the faintest of thought in the back of her mind.  She trusted him enough not to be worried.

	Behind Martin and Teresa, Cynthia was just enjoying the show.  It was funny watching the two squirming together and awkwardly thrusting against each other.  She liked seeing Martin's balls shifting and penis disappearing inside of Teresa with each thrust.  His tail flashed her his butt hole a lot too.  She'd never really seen that before.  It looked weird but funny.  Youthful curiosity made her poke it.

	"HEY!"

	Martin's outburst just made her laugh. "Haha, it tried to grab my finger!"

	Teresa grabbed Martin's head by his cheeks with both paws and turned his face to look at her again. "Pay attention to what we're doing.  Forget about that finger." A thought nagged at her, how did she know Cynthia had poked him him? She knew absolutely that her sister had done it as though she'd seen it, but she was looking at her brother's face and there was no what she could have seen it.  Still, it just made everything more fun.  She let go of his face and ran her left paw down his back to slip a finger under his tail herself.  He tensed at her touch to his ring.  Teresa pushed her finger into his butt anyway. "Mom really likes this."

	"Don't do that!" Martin's cheeks blazed red bright enough to show through his fur.

	He'd never let anybody touch under his tail since he was a toddler.  It was humiliating, it was weird, and it made that powerful tingle in his loins jump around his sensitive parts just as powerfully as fucking her had and still did.  Rubbing himself down there with his paw in the past had never felt even half as good.

	Teresa leaned up and kissed him briefly without removing her finger. "You shouldn't be so shy, Martin.  Real big boys like being touched by and touching girls." When he stopped moving his hips, she pulled her finger out. "Oh alright, there.  It's out.  You're making it hard to see you as a big confident mouse like Dad this way."

	"I'm like dad!" He pushed his dick in more roughly. "I'm not shy, either.  I just don't like things under my tail like that!"

	Mrs. Brisby pet his neck and upper back. "Well, you're not really THAT much like your father, Martin." She heard herself saying it but was just as shocked by it as he was. "You are more aggressive than he was, you don't think as much, and you could stand to lose a little weight." Her eyes widened while she kept going and was glad to hear something nice eventually come out of her mouth. "You are plenty handsome and you know we love you despite not being very much like him."

	He stopped moving and stared at her in more shock than when Teresa had pushed a finger into his rump.  It was all true, but hearing it said out loud by his mom was unthinkable to him.  His lower jaw trembled and he wiped tears from his eyes.  Martin was surprised to feel Teresa's paw on his cheek after that.

	"You are just what I want right now, Martin and you'll be happier afterward, I promise." She dropped her paws to his chest, spread them out to grab his wrists, and pulled those to her own chest.  Light flickered in her mom's amulet each time she spoke. "Let me make you feel good.  It will make a new mouse out of you."

	Timothy looked from amulet to Teresa and back.  Something was happening like the night their mom used it to save them all.  He had no idea what, though, and was just as shocked at what he heard their mother saying as Martin was.  He could see by Cynthia's wide open mouth too that she was also confused by it.

	Timothy couldn't resist asking. "Mom, are you ok?"

	"Yes, dear." Mrs. Brisby wasn't sure, but she trusted Jonathan.  If he was making her say such things then he had a good reason. "Sometimes things have to be said before things get better.  Like when you complained about your new sister but grew to like her anyway after we had a long talk about it." Their mother wondered why she brought up that old chat he had had with his father. "You wouldn't mind another new sister now, would you?"

	"I guess not?"

	Cynthia forgot the discomfort at what she had heard. "I want a new sister! I don't like being the youngest!"

	Teresa and Martin said nothing.  They were staring into each other's eyes.  Her touch and promise made him feel better enough to continue grinding his hips to hers and he even found a good rhythm to match her own thrusts.

	Mrs. Brisby was glad to see him moving again.  He had looked so hurt by what she had said and she still didn't know why her husband's lingering soul made her say it.  It was such a strange part of fulfilling her wish.

	Martin rubbed his sister's chest after she'd put his paws there.  It was basically the same as his, flat with just a little extra flesh under the nipples, but since it wasn't a boy's chest, he was happy to feel it.  All the discomfort of the situation melted away with the good feelings in his loins and the needy eyes of his sister to gaze into.

	He felt the orgasm welling up quickly after that.  The pleasure he felt was more intense than the few times he had masturbated with his own paw in the past.  There was  a weird feeling that built with it that he couldn't describe.

	Martin buried his face against her neck and whispered to Teresa. "I feel strange."

	"Strange but wonderful, right?" She felt strange too with the needy heat in her young body burning stronger than ever.

	"Do I, uh, does it feel good to you?"

	Teresa wrapped her arms around him while enjoying his more frantic thrusting. "Oh yes.  You'll know how good soon enough."

	He just looked at her, eyes drooping, lower jaw sagging, hanging on the edge. "Huh?"

	It was the last thing he managed to say before he came.  There was a subtle tearing sensation inside him hidden by the wonderful orgasm that surged through him.  He felt it and wouldn't have been able to describe it.  Just a feeling of something painlessly tearing away from him somehow.  Whatever it was flowed out of him with his orgasm and into Teresa.  That was the only part of it that he was sure about.

	Teresa felt him cum inside of her and her own peek hit her just a second after his.  That small delay between sharing her climax with his let her feel the subtle pressure and heat of his semen spattering her inner walls.  It was a subtle sensation, but quite nice and she hugged him tightly to her body while they both rode their pleasure.

	That joy lasted a lot longer than Martin was used at almost ten seconds.  Squirt after squirt left him with each one sending a happy pulse into his groin that made him want it to never end.

	 When it finally did, he slumped on her, panting and sweating from the workout. "What happened?"

	"A small part of you is now inside me." Teresa kissed his cheek. "You got to be a big boy one last time."

	Martin's afterglow faded quickly hearing that. "Huh? What is that supposed to mean?!"

	Mrs. Brisby frowned. "Yes, Dear, what did you mean by that?"

	"Mean by what?" Teresa looked at her brother and mom confused.

	Behind Martin, Cynthia pointed to his butt and balls. "Something is happening! There's a kind of... of... something?"

	Timothy got up and hurried around to look. "What is that?"

	Their mom leaned over too, feeling a faint naughty thrill at looking at her oldest son's butt as something other than a parental way.  It was flabbier than her husband's had been, just like the rest of Martin, but still cute.  His balls were tight and well formed.  The seam between them thickened as she watched making this scrotum not quite so perfectly shaped.

	"That's alright.  You should take a look, too, Teresa." Mrs. Brisby pat her oldest daughter's paws to get her to let go then lifted Martin up and off.

	Martin yelled at his erection popping out of his sister, briefly forgetting what they had been talking about. "Hey, I wasn't done!"

	His mom kissed his forehead and looked down at his cute young dick.  She knew what was happening after seeing the seam thickening.  Her son was changing into a girl.  Jonathan gave her that knowledge.  There was no other way she could have understood from seeing just that little thickening before the seam could even split into a his new vulva.  Losing a son should have made her feel sad or even angry, but she wasn't really losing a son so much as gaining a daughter.  The thought was making her as hot and bothered as Teresa, though she couldn't say why.

	Mrs. Brisby ignored the sudden intense sexual desire burning in her loins to comfort her son as best she could. "It's alright, Martin.  You had a good orgasm, right? Besides, you would have pulled out in a second or two anyway even if what is happening wasn't happening."

	Cynthia poked at the seam and felt it spread a little in the center under her fingertip.  Martin felt it too while hanging by his mom's paws under his arms.  He said 'put me down!' and struggled until she set him down on his feet, then looked down at his groin.  Something looked odd about his penis.

	"What IS happening?" Martin pulled his slightly chubby belly back with both paws for a better look.

	Teresa sat up on the floor in front of him and giggled. "Look, Cynthia, his penis is shrinking."

	"It always does that when its done." Martin sounded relieved. "It just goes kind of soft and gets smaller."

	"But you're still stiff, see?" His older sister put a finger on the tip and bent it down.  After a moment she let go and let it swing rigidly up to slap his belly. "Not soft at all.  Pretty wet though, huh Cynthia?"

	"Uh huh.  Hehe, Mommy is all wet, too." Cynthia ran a finger over her mom's mature slit and a strand of fluid followed her when she pulled it back. "See?"

	Teresa looked up at their mom and then leaned in to give Mrs. Brisby a lick over her vulva from clitoris down to as far as her tongue could reach below.  The older mouse looked surprised, but not uncomfortable after that lick.  Cynthia curiously copied her sister and moved closer to give their mom a lick herself.

	"That's weird." The little girl did it again. "You taste nice, mommy."

	"Thank you, Cynthia."

	Teresa kissed Mrs. Brisby's cunny again and trailed another strand of feminine lust over to kiss onto Martin's dick. "See, Martin? It's not bad at all.  A little slimy, but sexy." She looked up to him as he stood looking scared. "Do you want to give it one more try to kiss and taste a pussy while you're still a boy?"

	"I'm still a boy even after I become a big buck!" Martin glared at her, not liking what anyone was saying. "I don't care about licking a girl, either.  I can do that any time when 'I' want to do it."

	"Nope.  You don't get to be a big buck mouse.  You get to be a cute little girl." Teresa rubbed a finger over his penis. "What do you see on his little pouch, Cynthia?"

	"Pouch? These?" The younger girl rubbed her paw over his scrotum again.  When her sister said yes she peered closer. "I dunno.  There is a sort split? Look, I can wiggle my fingertips in."

	Moving crouching near Teresa, Timothy took a look himself. "Wow, mine never did that.  It looks... kind of like what Cynthia and Teresa have between their legs."

	"Huh?" Martin dropped his paws to his groin to try and cover himself. "They do not!" They all looked at him and he gaped at them. "What?"

	Timothy laughed, but looked very uncomfortable. "Your voice is higher than before."

	Pulling Martin's paws away gently, Mrs. Brisby exposed the boys genitals again. "Let everyone see, dear.  I think we all need to see this.  Girls, can you please lick me again? I really need some help down there."

	Both Cynthia and Teresa watched a few more seconds before leaning over for a few long laps at their mom's needy pussy.  They saw Martin's urethra close at the very top of its slit and the bottom extend lower on his penis.  Timothy watched the whole thing slide down his brother's shaft that way with the flesh smoothing out above it as it went.

	"Mom? His hole is moving down." Timothy's voice was unsteady. "That's not going to happen to me, is it?!"

	"I don't know, Timothy." Mrs. Brisby did lean a bit to watch, but she couldn't move too much with her daughters taking turns pleasuring her.

	"Please put it back!" Martin looked at his mom, then pushed his paws to her belly. "I'll lick you there.  I'll like Teresa and Cynthia! Just stop what is happening and put things back!"

	Teresa watched the top of his scrotum spread apart at the seam around the root of his penis. "What about Timothy? Would you lick, no, suck him?"

	"Eww... he's a boy!" Martin saw her smirk and felt her paw rub his urethra near the bottom of his penis. "Yes! I'd suck him too!"

	"I don't want Martin to suck on my penis..."

	Timothy's halfhearted protest didn't make Teresa stop. "Prove it.  I don't believe you would even if it meant you got to stay a boy."

	She watched him hesitate and look down at Timothy's very soft limp penis.  His brother wasn't even slightly aroused by what was happening.  He was glad of that.  If Timothy had been stiff from seeing him, from his losing... from whatever was happening, he would have been broke down and cried.  Only his desire to not give them a chance to make fun of him for crying kept him from doing so as it was.

	Mrs. Brisby closed her thighs around Cynthia's small face. "Ohhh... thank you, Cynthia.  Push your tongue in deeper, as deep as you can." She sighed happily at her daughter's tongue inside. "Oh, Martin, you really should try me, too.  I would love to have you."

	"I AM a boy and I'm staying one!" Martin stamped his foot, ignoring their mom. "And I'm not sucking on Timothy.  That's gross.  You're gross!"

	He heard his voice and knew it was much higher than before.  His groin felt very strange and he could feel air between his legs in a way he never had before.  It felt like his scrotum was wet.

	Teresa and Timothy both had a good view of his scrotal skin spreading wider and smoothing out.  It really did look like a little girl's vulva with a newly formed crease in the middle and a hole forming inside that.  Martin's urethra had slide down to the root of his penis and his penis itself was visibly thinner.  It was also shorter by more than three centimeters.

	Licking her mom's pussy, Cynthia couldn't see too much.  She was enjoying making her mom happy though.  Mrs. Brisby had been sad a lot lately and she had missed those noises from when their dad was still around.

	Cynthia liked her mom's taste and the way the older mouse's labia and pussy felt against her.  She did pull away to look at Martin when he stamped his foot and got to see his butt.  It looked narrower than before.  His balls looked different too, but she went back to licking before she could look too closely.

	Teresa pressed a finger up against Martin's penis. "Hey, you're almost as long as this now.  You were longer than my finger earlier, weren't you? Look, Cynthia, it's so small now!"

	Mrs. Brisby pressed a paw to the little mouse's head. "She's busy, dear... unless you want to take her place."

	"Alright, take a look Cynthia." Teresa scooted closer to their mom and kissed the moist mature slit. "You're going to be sorry you didn't join in sooner, Martin.  You'd really have liked it and how it makes you feel.  Her lovely taste and spicy scent always made me stiff and ready to go again."

	Her siblings looked at her confused and Mrs. Brisby just smiled fondly at the memory.  That was her Jonathan talking alright.  He had been wonderful with his mouth down there.  Tears welled up in her eyes at missing him, but she wasn't sure if it was because of his loss or hearing him again.

	Blinking away her tears, she nodded. "You had that effect on me too." Martin tried to step to dart away while she was saying it, but the older mouse caught him and hugged him to her again. "No, stay and let your sister look."

	"I don't want to!"

	Cynthia giggled and poked his penis. "It looks funny without the hole at the tip."

	Timothy nodded quietly.  It really did look strange.  His brother had lost half his length and it was still shrinking.  Both he and Cynthia looked up at their older brother, but Cynthia didn't notice the changes to Martin's face.  The bone structure looked more curved on his cheeks with much less of their boyish edge.  His eyes were more feminine too, though he wasn't sure how exactly.  They just were.

	Timothy looked away to Teresa licking over their mom's pussy and grinding her nose into the older mouse's clitoris.  Mrs. Brisby was pushing her hips forward just like Martin had been when he had his dick in Teresa.  It was neat for the young Timothy to watch and for the first time he felt himself getting stiff from what was happening.  Not even the fear and worry about having what was happening to Martin happen to him could keep it down.

	Martin squeezed his paws together into fists but didn't dare hit his mom.  He was so frustrated with what was happening but couldn't think of anything he could do about it.  Another look down at his penis didn't make him any happier.  It was so short.  He didn't want it to be short! Timothy was longer than he was now by almost double!

	Desperation made him relax his paws and try the only option. "If... if I suck on Timothy, you'll stop it and change me back, right?"

	Teresa pulled away briefly and rubbed their mom with her paw instead. "I said MIGHT.  And you'll have to really suck his dick, like you want to make him cum in your mouth."

	Martin wasn't sure exactly what cum in his mouth meant, but he assumed squirt stuff in it.  He didn't like the taste of his own when he'd tried it a couple times and he really didn't want Timothy to put his in there either, only there was no other choice.  He couldn't stop what was happening himself and he couldn't really deny it was happening with his voice and what was left of his dick.  The sensation of cool air blowing over a wet spot below his penis made him even more worried.

	Cynthia made it even more obvious to him when she ran her paws over his scrotum and gave it a squeeze.  There was no discomfort from having his testicles compressed.  He didn't feel them at all.  Only after she squeezed again a bit more firmly against his body did he feel them.  They had moved deeper into his body.

	"Where are your thingies, Martin? I thought boys had something in here?" The question sounded sincere rather than mocking.

	Martin closed his eyes to not see her or think of what he was feeling.  He didn't know how, but Teresa had done something to him.  There was no way to say she hadn't with what he was feeling and seeing.  Even his hips were feeling weird as the bones inside his pelvis shifted slightly to a more feminine configuration.  He had no way of knowing that was what they were doing, but he knew they were doing something.

	Timothy gasped after Cynthia squeezed his brother's balls one more time. "Wow, I there's a hole in the middle of your balls, Martin!"

	That made Martin's eyes pop open and frantically look down again.  His penis was almost gone.  It had shrunken down to his fingertip and pointed more down than up.  Cynthia, Timothy, and Teresa when she pulled away from their mom's pussy at Timothy's exclamation all had a good look at Martin's groin just as it finished the basic adjustments.

	His penis had shifted into its position at the very front of his scrotum and his scrotum had shifted into a very pretty young vulva.  When Teresa spread it open with two fingers she saw the small inner labia nestled within and the hole Timothy had seen earlier.  Martin's new vagina wasn't fully developed yet but it was close.  His urethra had moved into its position just above his vaginal entrance too.  Teresa didn't have to see his testicles to know that they'd been pulled up and were forming a pair of ovaries on either side of his newly forming uterus.

	After quickly wiping pussy juice from her muzzle, Teresa rubbed her slippery fingers over her new sister's sensitive clitoris. "You're almost a full girl now, Martin.  Just a few more minutes."

	Panic made Martin shout. "Timothy! Stand up and let me suck your dick!"

	"Do I have to?" Timothy stood up anyway.

	"It won't stop it now, Martin." Teresa leaned in and licked her former brother's dry little pussy. "But you can still give him a blow job if you want to."

	Cynthia frowned. "What's a blow job?"

	"It's when you put your mouth over a buck's penis and suck on it." Teresa was sure she hadn't heard of one before but she still knew exactly what one was.  That didn't strike her as strange with her father's spirit guiding her. "I never liked giving one much but they sure felt good."

	Martin glared at his sister. "Then why did you say you would stop it! You said I was only almost a full girl, that means it isn't done yet! You can stop it!"

	Timothy giggled. "Well, he certainly is emotional like a girl." His mom and three sisters all turned to stare at him and he swallowed hard. "Uhh... Sorry."

	Mrs. Brisby ran a paw over her former son's cheek. "I think it's too late because she doesn't want to change you back.  She didn't plan to stop it before.  She just wants to see you pleasure your brother."

	Teresa cupped their mom's pussy and Martin's pussy. "Yeah.  There's no way I'm going to make you a boy again.  You're much cuter like this and doesn't his feel good?" She slid two fingers over both clits. "Just think how much fun it'll be having multiple orgasms in a row, Martin." Her eyes roamed his newly feminine features. "You know, that name really doesn't fit you anymore.  Hehe, maybe Marta or Martina fit better than that old name now that you're a girl."

	"Not a girl!" Tears were already welling up in Martin's eyes at the sound of his much higher pitched voice.

	Teresa's fingers rubbing over his new clitoris did feel good, but they also felt very wrong.  She shouldn't have been able to reach the tip of his dick while holding his nuts.  He should have been able to feel his testicles against her paw, too.  While he could feel soft sensitive flesh being touched, none of it was familiar.

	Cynthia stood up and hugged her former brother. "I think you look pretty."

	Mrs. Brisby pushed her hips against Teresa's fingers. "Yes, you look very attractive, Martin.  She looked him up and down again. "And you're looking thinner, too! I'm not sure why turning into a girl would make you thinner though, dear."

	"Cynthia wanted a little sister." Teresa leaned forward to kiss their mother's pussy again. "Remember earlier when she said she wanted a little sister because she didn't like being the youngest? Well... now she won't be.  Martin will be the youngest."

	Martin couldn't even respond to that.  Just losing his manhood was a big loss he couldn't deal with yet.  Losing his age didn't even register yet.  He didn't look any younger overall, but his body was steadily losing mass in the form of fluid from his new vulva.  Teresa's teasing had gotten his body very aroused and he was leaking copious pussy juice down his thighs or directly onto the floor.  Some of it evaporated from the heat of arousal down there instead.

	As it leaked the fat he had built up disappeared.  His muscle mass thinned down with it, finally completing the loss of masculine features as even his strength diminished to a more feminine level.  Martin couldn't see most of the changes himself, but the rest of his family could.

	He was already a little shorter, his narrowing body narrowed further, and his eyes seemed to grow bigger as the rest of his head shrank.  Before the changing, Martin had been twelve.  Even before fully changing to a girl he looked only around nine or ten, which wasn't much different than twelve but was a little shorter.

	Timothy tapped his fingers together nervously. "You don't still want to suck on me, do you?"

	He was still worried at the idea of having his brother doing that with him.  It seemed so weird and unpleasant.  The idea of having Martin doing anything with him down there hadn't been pleasant.

	Cynthia crawled over and kissed his cocktip instead. "Can I do it? I'm a big sister too!"

	Teresa laughed. "You are not, but you're older than Martin will be in a minute."

	Martin wiped tears from his eyes. "IT'S NOT FUNNY!"

	Two arms hugged around him after their mom crouched down. "Of course its not funny, Martin.  And she wasn't laughing at you.  She was laughing at Cynthia saying she was a big sister.  It's not funny what is happening to you, but it is sweet.  You get to experience things other boys won't and you get to be a little cub again, carefree and free to play.  I love you just as much.  Maybe even more since you won't be causing quite so much trouble for a while."

	"I'm not a girl though..."

	"Yes... you are." Mrs. Brisby kissed him, kissed her, on the lips to get her new daughter's attention. "You are every bit a girl as Cynthia is.  What you aren't is a boy.  No more big stiff erections and pawing off in the bathroom when you think nobody is around and no more making fun of your sisters for liking things that are sweet and pretty."

	She kept talking, but he wasn't listening.  Her reassurances only made him miss things more.  It would take a while before he could accept it.  Growing younger also meant less emotional maturity.  His emotions were overtaking him more and more irrationally the further he went and he was close to seven even as she hugged him.  By the time Martin stopped he was shorter than Cynthia and sniffling noisily wondering exactly why he was still crying with too many memories taking up a too small memory capacity.  His thoughts were getting fragmented with many memories disconnecting from any context.  He knew he had been a boy though.  That was a memory that wouldn't go away.

	Later, Mrs. Brisby stood with Teresa watching Cynthia curiously giving Timothy a blow job.

	"Why did you do all that to Martin?"

	"I'm not sure.  I just woke up feeling really bothered and hot down between my legs.  You know, down THERE." The young mouse flushed from embarrassment despite speaking so openly about it earlier. "Like I HAD to have a boy inside.  Having Martin in there felt wonderful.  Uh... I don't know why the rest happened or how it happened." They both looked at Martin, no longer the boy he had been and half the age he had been in addition to being a girl. "At least he lost the weight this way, I guess."

	"But what does it have to do with finding me a new lover?!" Mrs. Brisby sounded frustrated.

	"I don't know.  Maybe you wanted a girl?" Teresa jerked her paws up to cover her mouth in embarrassment and surprise. "Sorry.  I feel weird today... I can't believe I was touching and licking you all that down there and getting Cynthia to do it too."

	"Well, I don't mind you doing that, but I do not want a girl, thank you.  If I did, well, I could always have had you or Cynthia any time."

	"Well, what DO you want?"

	"I don't know... somebody like your father, I guess." Mrs. Brisby sighed and looked up, eyes closing. "Somebody just like Jonathan."

	"Yes, just like me.  I had to get young Martin out of the way so you could be with Timothy.  You wanted somebody just like me." Teresa sounded like herself, but her posture and speech was clearly Jonathan.  She even wrapped her arms around Mrs. Brisby and kissed her as passionately as he would have when he was still alive. "I am a part of him.  He looks like me.  He will sound like me.  He is brave, or will be as he grows, and will be everything I was and more.  He is full of energy and young enough to love you for the rest of your life." The girl's eyes reflected the blazing glow from the amulet around her mother's neck, then went out and she dropped to the floor, where she looked around in confusion. "What was I saying?"

	"You said you were tired after all that and want to go take a nap." Mrs. Brisby helped her daughter up and sent her on her way.  When she was alone she leaned against the door and watched her children doing very adult things in the other room.  Timothy waved to her while working out a good rhythm during sex with Cynthia. "Thank you."

	Jonathan's voice, like the faintest breeze, drifted into her ears. "My gift to you, my love.  A part of me that loves you every bit as much as I did.  As I still do."
