In the ordinary town of Lightless, in an ordinary neighborhood, sits an ordinary white house. It has an ordinary lawn with green grass, a tree, a row of bushes, and a flower garden. Most homes here have those things too. Living in this house is an ordinary couple: a man and a woman, wolves, he’s a businessman at a local corporation and she’s a secretary for a doctor’s office. Then in the ordinary way these things happen, she became pregnant! She had an ordinary pregnancy with all the ups and downs that come with the situation. Nine months later, she gave birth. An ordinary process, made quick and painless for the mother by way of modern technology. Then the most unordinary thing occurred. While the luckiest cubs are born male, with a penis, this baby boy was twice as lucky, for he was born with two! Such was the surprise of parents and doctors alike when he emerged from his mother’s belly with not one, but two tiny penises set above a rather large set of testes between his little legs. Having never seen such a thing before, the doctor offered to remove one to fit in better with other boys, but the parents had had nothing of that! They wanted him to be just as he is, despite the oddity of his genitals. They had decided on names beforehand: Lilac, were she a girl, and Zorin, for a boy. However in light of this new development, they decided on a new name. He was to be called Twofer.

Twofer’s parents quickly discovered that both his male endowments are equally fully functional. They both had tactile senses when touched, he could pee out of either, or both at the same time, and it seemed he could also make them bounce and twitch independently with two sets of muscles. He was truly a lucky boy indeed! 

And so Twofer grew up. His cub years went on mostly ordinary, and his special endowment caused him to become a popular friend amongst the other boys and girls in his daycare and early schooling. His mother even saved the newspaper article whose headline read: “Boy Born With ‘Twins’” and the full-color, frontpage picture of baby Twofer with his legs spread open wide, proudly showing off his special anatomy.

Due to all the extra flesh between his legs, special diapers had to be crafted for his comfort, for the regular ones were too confining, leaving his genitals red and sore. So at home, he wore only a long shirt to his knees, and nothing underneath, leaving him free and open between his legs. Only when he went outside, or when company was over, did he have to wear his special diapers. And when he got older, his mother’s friend, who was a seamstress, made for him special underwear with not one, but two slits in the front, enabling him to pull both his peepees through when using the potty (a task he completed in half the time of a regular boy!). 

Years passed and he continued to grow into a healthy young man. Natural, lean muscle developed on his chest and arms, and larger undies had to be made as his twin sexes grew in both length and girth and his tight sack filled out with his large testes. Even further modifications had to be made to his underwear when he began to experience uncomfortable double erections, complete with thick canine knots, that threatened to burst from his tight pants, leaving him whimpering with new sensations.

And here we have him now: Twelve-year-old Twofer standing nude in front of his dresser mirror, his ‘twins’ standing erect, a full four inches each, and his bulging pouch pressed tightly against his crotch. The red flesh exposed from their furry sheaths and knots fully swollen. With his unique muscle control he made each one twitch; left, right, left, right. His soft growling was borne from the pleasure he felt as he did so. Clear droplets of slick liquid beaded at the tips, then rolled down his twin shafts. With his left paw, he held his left penis and rubbed the lubricant into it until it was slick and shiny. He did the same to his right with his other paw. With both paws filled with his own doubled sex, he jacked himself off in earnest. The dual sensation was incredible! He learned when he was younger that he could make each one squirt one at a time, but that was nothing compared to both at same time! He thought about how the boys at his school talked about masturbating their singular erections, and he was amused, for masturbating one of his penises was a far cry from doing both.

Deep in his belly he felt it: The first signs of something coming. Copious amounts of precum dribbled from each pointed tip, coating his shafts and paws alike, making slick, wet noises as he beat himself off harder. He felt the point of no return come and pass, then he quickly pressed his cocks together, squeezing them tightly with both paws. He slipped his paws downward to his knots, and wrapping his paws around the hard fleshy bulbs he pulled upward hard. With a strangled cry that turned into a deep growl, twin jets of thick white seed splattered hard against the image of himself in the mirror. Tears filled his eyes and ran down his cheeks and his double orgasm robbed him of cogent thought and muscle control. He felt his knees hit the bath towels he’d placed beneath him, his narrow hips thrusting wildly against his tightly squeezed paws, milking himself for everything his special anatomy has inside.

He came to his senses to his face pressed against the towels, doubled over himself and felt wetness against his cheek and tasted salt on his lips. He lapped at the puddle his face was in, tasting the musky salt of his own cum, but too blissed out to mind it. With a shaky breath and straightened himself and inspected the damage. The mirror was completely covered in white goop, as were the towels underneath him, half his face, his chest fur, and of course his crotch. He massaged his knots with cramping paws and groaned as his cocks throbbed again, oozing out more seed.

He reached for a fresh towel to begin cleaning up, starting off with his softening sexes. He dabbed at his chest and face, not wanting his leavings to mat his fur, before soaking up the large mess he made on the mirror. When he was done, he tossed three soiled towels into his clothes basket. Still laying down, he pulled a pair of baggy pajama pants on, preferring to avoid the tightness of underwear after the session. Not trusting his legs to support him, he crawled into his soft bed, and as soon as his head hit the plush pillows, sleep overtook him.