With everything that they had been through that day, as well as everything they still might face that weekend, after Samantha and Frances Twist had their belated dinner of frozen pizza, the married lesbian werecats got ready for bed.
However, no matter how serious or difficult their respective days had been, there was one thing they had and would always do before falling to sleep each night.
Now standing naked on their respective sides of the king sized bed they shared, Samantha and Frances watched happily as each slipped into their fursonas, growing fur as their tails extended from their rears while assuming the physical features of proud werecats.
Then they crawled under the covers, hugging and kissing before falling asleep in each others arms, each purring in peaceful contentment at being with their mate once more.
NEXT DOOR...
The werefox was laying between the werecat's legs, happily licking her cream as she orally worshiped his vulpine shaft before it gifted her with another load of hot were-cum.
Martha Anderson had insisted on her husband taking her right there in the middle of their living room, and William happily obliged.
They had the entire house to themselves, perhaps for the entire weekend, since their sons Nate and Eric were out with their respective beaus.
As they both shuddered in mutual pleasure, William raised his furry head, licked his muzzle and asked, "So my dear. What room would you like me to take you in next?"
A question which caused a smile to cross Martha's feline face as she contemplated the possibilities.
ELSEWHERE...
Jennifer Harper rode home in the backseat of the Jenkins family car with her fiance Harry, as his parents sat upfront, his father driving.
Except for occasionally repeating the mantra Doctor Frances Twist had given her during their therapy session earlier that day, Jenny was otherwise silent on the trip, with Harry holding her close.
Upon returning home, since they were still normal human beings, after a brief chat about the evening and how happy they were for both of them, the older Jenkins couple bid the kids good night and retired to bed, leaving Harry and Jenny sitting in the family's living room.
"Even with keeping it relatively small and all the help and support we're getting, there's still a lot to do before our double wedding, especially since it's just a week away now," said Jenny, as she picked up the legal pad off the coffee table with all the notes they had been working on earlier, before needing to get ready for the ceremony that inducted and welcomed them into the Skulk.
"I know you're worried honey," said Harry, taking the legal pad away from Jenny and putting it back on the coffee table. "Even without the risks your family and that Dieter Wilhelm," the werefox within him could not let Harry say that name without a slight, menacing growl, "there is still a lot to do for our big day. But you're too tense. Relax," said Harry, the life/mate bond between them sensing what Jenny needed most right now.
With that, Harry reached behind his fiance and started massaging her shoulders.
At first, Jenny just sat there, uncertain if what Harry was doing would even have any effect. But soon a smile slowly began to appear on her face as she leaned her head forward a bit, allowing him to do more of her neck and shoulders.
Then the tension started to drift away from her body.
The next time Jenny was actually conscious of her surroundings, she was surprised to find herself laying on the soft carpeting of the living room floor, topless, as Harry continued to massage her.
When her fiance had taken off all his clothes and released his inner werefox, she was uncertain, but there was no denying the effect his paws had on her. If only every moment of every day could feel this good, thought Jenny, releasing a happy moan.
Soon Jenny felt herself being completely disrobed, as Harry began massaging her legs and feet.
"Honey..." she moaned, "where did you..."
"Sshhh..." said her werefox. "Instinct. I love you and know just what my mate needs right now," replied Harry, resuming her massage.
There was no way she could deny her feelings any more, as Jenny started growing fur as the werevixen within came out to be with the one she loved.
Jenny's vulpine tail swished lazily from side to side as she moaned once more in pleasure, as part of her own instincts started telling her how to properly massage Harry when the time came.
However, that was not to be right now, for Jenny felt herself drifting off into a very peaceful and relaxing sleep.
The last conscious sensation Jenny had was Harry laying his furry body next to hers as he wrapped his paws around the tired werevixen.
"Good night my love," he cooed, kissing Jenny's muzzle as she drifted off in his embrace.
STILL TO COME (no pun intended)
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