BACKTRACKING A BIT...
Except for the (at the moment) unaccounted for Samantha Twist, most everyone else within the Anderson family basement was (somewhat reluctantly) resuming their human forms and looking around for their unaccounted for clothing, after the Thanksgiving night orgy.
Their hosts, William and Martha, were still in their vulpine fursonas, laying together in one corner enjoying a mutual 69 oral session, but otherwise...
"So... sushi with barbecue sauce?" asked Evan Lawson, now dressed from the waist down except for his shoes and socks.
"Huh?" asked Frances in return, wiggling into her panties while looking for where her dress landed last night.
"Your opinion of what my semen tastes like," Evan reminded her, wondering how that rated against Frances' opinion of William's foxy semen tasting like unsweetened apple sauce with herbal tea*.
"Oh. Well, remember. Yours is only the second penis I've ever tasted, and what cat doesn't like fish?" asked Frances with a smile, just to be polite. In truth, she knew William in his werefox fursona tasted better to her than Evan as a werewolf, although Evan's did taste better coming from his wife's vagina, a place she did plan to dine at as often as possible.
Frances had no plans to ever try another werewolf's cock to see if it was just something unique to the lupine species in general or to Evan Lawson specifically. So regardless of when or if her feline curiosity ever arose again, Frances had no intention of ever tasting Evan again unless she made the mistake of tasting William's finer output while either of the Lawsons were present.
"Well, I do thank you for the experience," said Evan, while kissing the top of Frances' head, since he was taller than her. "And if you ever care to repeat it, or get curious about anything else..."
"I'll definitely know who to ask," replied Frances politely.
"Don't worry honey, I'm far from jealous," said Maggie Lawson. The werepanthress approached them, fully dressed but barefoot, while handing Frances her missing dress. "I realize last night was your first time, and being a full blooded werecat, it was probably more curiosity than a true bi desire, but if you ever want some private girl on girl action, or want to repeat last night, just know we're more than open to either possibility," revealed Maggie, before kissing Frances.
"Thanks," replied Frances, giving her more than a suggestive hug before putting her dress back on.
"Now then, please give my regards to Martha and William," said Frances, slipping her shoes on, "but I have to find Samantha."
As she ran upstairs, Maggie and Evan looked at their hosts, as the werefox was now fucking his werevixen wife.
"Care to join them in an encore?" asked Maggie Lawson with a smile as she unzipped her husband's pants.
MEANWHILE...
Frances followed Samantha's scent trail. It led to the bathroom and then out the front door of the Anderson's house.
Heading to the home next door she shared with her wife, Frances was surprised to see Samantha's car missing from their driveway.
Entering her own house, Frances called out for her son Ben, for both his and Alex's cars were still in the driveway.
"What's up mom?" Ben said, coming from his bedroom in just his underwear. There was a big smile on his face and a brief sniff told Frances what the boys had been up to.
"Where did Samantha go?"
"She said something about taking the opportunity to get some paperwork done," replied Ben, "which is odd considering how she feels about red tape to begin with. Is everything all right?"
"I'm not sure. Listen, as soon as I take a shower, change clothes, and have a quick bite to eat; can I borrow your car?"
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*AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Being a single/straight guy, I had to ask my girlfriend for her input on the "tastes". The combos listed above were her opinions.—tmw.