*Sorry for the boring ass title, I can change it if someone thinks of something better*
The morning sun crept into the bedroom of Maggie and Evan Lawson, painting their faces in light. Evan blinked a few times, and then burrowed his head further under the covers. He didn’t feel much like getting up. It was Saturday, there wasn’t anywhere he had to be.
Maggie on the other hand was due back at work by one. So when sunlight started tracing onto her muzzle, she just went with it.
“Morning sleepy head. You do know that foxes are the ones who dig dens?” Maggie teased Evan, who did look like he was trying to bury himself in the bed. But his tail stuck out, as did his legs and paws. Maggie pulls his tail, and Evan sits up immediately.
“Why wake me? I’m tired.” he said. Not a morning person, his mood was only soured that much more because of the unpleasant encounter with his father.
Mike Lawson had spent his evening prowling around Moon Lake for available houses, or apartments. And aside from the bizarre encounter with that guy on the side of the road, it was a very productive evening. Mike returned to find Evan’s Jeep back in the driveway.
Naturally he wanted to share the good news. So Mike marched upstairs to his son’s bedroom, and walked in on Evan and Maggie while they busy having their “private time”. Evan was furious, but wasn’t able to to much about his father, since at the time he’d been “stuck”.
“You know Mike didn’t mean to…”
“Ya sure he didn’t. He’s got a nose hasn’t he?” Evan grumbled, putting his head back under the pillow.
“I’m going to work later. Will you promise you’ll at least try to get along with your father. I don’t want to hear a bad report from Spencer.”
“Since when is she my keeper? I AM the parent.”
“Ya, well she’s the one who won’t tear Mike’s throat out.” Maggie said. She started to change back, and then dress herself. After Mike’s disruption, which pretty much killed the mood, the two adults had gone to sleep. They hadn’t really gotten any since Wednesday night. Thursday and much of Friday had been devoted to cleanup, sex, and food and bathroom breaks. Maggie wasn’t even sure what time Spencer came home. If she came home.
“She could have spent the night at the Anderson’s, I’m sure Martha wouldn’t mind. As long as she and Eric didn’t do anything.” Maggie thought as she dug around in her dresser for clean underwear. There wasn’t a rush, Evan was enjoying the view.
Once Evan removed the pillow from his line of sight, he could see his wife bent over a drawer, digging for something. Her furless behind was just as enticing as it was furred. Evan’s cock quickly stiffened, tenting the bedsheets. He did his best to hide it when Maggie turned around.
“Something on your mind honey?” Maggie eyes the slight bump in fabric over her husband’s lap.
Evan didn’t say anything. He made a sound not too far off from a whimper, and gave Maggie his best “puppy dog eye” expression. Maggie relented and lay down on the bed, positioned so that her head was only inches from the growing bulge.
“Well, you gonna remove that sheet so we can get started? I’ve got places to be, people to see, things to do. Evan obliged and tore the bedsheets away from his crotch. The tip of his phallus is dripping need down the shaft.
Maggie engulfed as much as she could. While sucking her husband’s wolf cock, she slid another hand down to fondle his balls. Evan reached out to pull Maggie closer. He attentively licked her face, and then her uncovered breasts. The only article of clothing Maggie were undies. She fought the urge to change back into her fursona and take Evan’s full length. If she did, she’d never want to leave the bedroom every again.
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Across the hall, Spencer was just waking up as well. She’d unfortunately rolled over on her broken arm during her sleep, and was more than relieved when she sat up. On top of that, her bed was covered in fur.
“Mom’s not going to happy about that.” she sighed. Spencer started to strip the sheets off the bed, careful not to tear anything with her claws, when her phone started to buzz.
“I didn’t wake you did I?” Eric asked after she picked up.
“No. Just got up.”
“What’re you doing?” Eric heard something like fabric moving in the background.
“Stripping.”
“Say again?” Eric almost dropped his phone when Spencer responded. She silently laughed, knowing very well that Eric would probably jump to the wrong conclusion. It was fun to mess with him sometimes.
“The bed. I’m changing the sheets. Technically I’m already.” Spencer reminds him.
“Oh, oh ya. Right. Sorry.” Eric blushed. He felt silly now, sitting on his bed in his pajamas with a small tent.
“Have a good night?” Spencer moved the conversation along while tossing the furry linens into a corner.
“I guess. Missed sleeping with you. Although I will admit, I don’t miss all the fur on my clothing. My mom keeps telling me I should shake my clothes out before I put them in the wash. You should see the hairballs she pulled out.”
“Sorry, it’s just that time of the year.”
“November is shedding season?”
“No. But I’ve got more of a winter coat, so there’s more shedding. Not as much as in the spring, I imagine. Never really noticed, I’ve never been in my were form for so long.” Spencer said.
“Don’t worry about it. If it makes you feel better, Nate gets his fur all over everything too. One morning there was a layer of gray fuzz on my Pop Tarts.”
“Sounds delicious.” Spencer laughed.