{{Not sure what you have planned for Ben and Sasha Blackjack88, so I decided to tackle other aspects of the story.—tmw.}}
"Oh no! It's the Big Bad Wolf," said Cassie O'Sullivan in a mock tone of fright. The cute 14 year old redhead was standing totally naked in the center of her boyfriend's bedroom. While "sex games" weren't his thing, Cassie had talked Eric Anderson into this one, and he was obviously looking forward to it now, judging by the hard lupine penis protruding out of his sheath as Eric assumed his werewolf fursona, while Cassie stayed in her human form.
"What are you going to do with poor, helpless Little Red Riding Hood?" asked Cassie, even as she cupped her B cup bosom and smiled at Eric.
"Do?" said Eric in a fake growl. "I'm gonna eat you just like the book says."
With that Eric picked Cassie up in his paws, laid her across his bed, spread open her legs, and proceeded to start orally enjoying the womanly treasures between her legs.
Cassie shivered as his rough lupine tongue caressed her moist pussy, which grew damper with every lick. Soon his girlfriend was moaning like crazy as she experienced her first orgasm of the day, but Eric didn't stop until she came twice more. Cassie was seductively caressing Eric's head and ears even as she kept urging his tongue further into her.
It wasn't until after her fifth orgasm that Little Red Riding Hood conceded the victory to the Big Bad Wolf.
As they re-positioned themselves to cuddle, Cassie reached down and stroked her lover's hard shaft.
"Are you ready to find out the rest of what the Big Bad Wolf did to Red?" she asked, while nuzzling Eric's furry neck.
"I can take an educated guess," replied Eric, as the werewolf started licking Cassie's nipples even as he moved to insert the head of his lupine cock into her anxious pussy.
MEANWHILE...
Despite her initial reservations, Martha Anderson found herself growing to like the weretigress Katherine Johnson. "Kat" (to her friends) was the head coach for Girls PE at Moon Lake Junior High, where Martha was working this week as a substitute coach to cover for one of the staff's absence.
"So," began Martha, eyeing Kat closely, "just about everyone around Moon Lake knows all about me, but I hardly know a thing about you. Doesn't seem fair, does it?"
"No. It doesn't," agreed Kat. "Well, my family, such as they were, came to Moon Lake in the summer of 1970. They were passing through on their way to Canada so my father, or at least, I think it was my father, could escape the draft of the Vietnam war. Anyway, from what I've been told, I was less than a month old when their van crashed into Moon Lake itself. I'd like to think it was mechanical problems, but the truth of the matter was dear old dad was stoned out of his gourd!"
"Oh my!" exclaimed Martha. "Obviously you survived."
"Yes, thanks to a were-mer family that was in the area, although my parents weren't so lucky. Dad died instantly and mom lasted till the ambulance pulled into the emergency ward of the hospital. Part of the reason I became interested in physical fitness. Anyway, the only clue to my identity was a piece of paper signed by somebody called Doc W which said, and I quote: Moondust and Starshine have one groovy baby girl! End quote. Except for the police finding the ashes of his draft card, there was nothing along the lines of any legal identification in the van."
"Any idea what your name was going to be? Moonshine? Stardust?" wondered Martha.
"Don't know. Don't care," replied Kat. "The Johnsons are my family, as far as I'm concerned. Naming me Katherine, they started out as my foster parents, and later adopted me outright. When I reached puberty and the time came to make a decision whether or not to enter were society, I chose tiger, like them," said Kat proudly. "For the record though, technically I'm bi, but prefer honey to semen," she whispered with a smile.
"Me too. William was the only man I ever—" then Martha stopped herself to keep from crying.
"It's okay Martha," said Kat, reaching across the table to hold her new friend's hand. And hopefully someday you'll allow me the privilege to do more than this, she thought happily, as Martha tried to dry her eyes with a paper napkin.