Eric, Frieda and Spencer were busy rutting with each other yet again after their nap. While all three experienced the same dream earlier; where both Spencer and Frieda give birth to the their daughters that Eric helped create, they quickly put that out of their mind as Eric once again was pounding Frieda’s sex with his barbed feline penis. Spencer lying beneath the two; she was kissing Frieda as Eric was busy taking her from behind. Eric Anderson was a were-panther with a brilliant white coat of fur; Frieda Knight was a were-panthress with grey fur with russet highlights. Spencer Lawson was a werewolf/panther/feline hybrid; all three were in their fursonas.
As Eric grunted upon releasing his load in Frieda’s womb; she sighs as her body shudders with her own orgasmic release. Spencer looking at the two as they smile from the lingering afterglow; Just like Eric, their feline like eyes are the same vivid shade of green as his. Not knowing that a deep spiritual bond has formed between the three; a bond that goes deeper then love.
Coming off from his euphoric release; Eric climbs off of Frieda and lies next to Spencer. Frieda on all fours from Eric supporting her collapses on top of Spencer. Spencer embracing Frieda; gently guides her to lie next to her opposite of Eric. Eric who’s eyes are closed is the first to break the silence.
“I don’t know about you two; but I have a feeling that everything is going to be alright between us.”
“Nothing could separate us,” Spencer adds.
“Never shall I let another were’s dick but yours caress my folds Eric;“ Frieda murmurs.
“Same here,” Spencer sighs; “you two are the only ones for me.”
“Yin,” Eric mumbles as he drifts off to sleep.
“Yang,” Spencer murmurs as she to falls asleep.
“Whole,” Frieda sighs as she too falls asleep.
*****
Once again Eric, Spencer and Frieda experience the same dream; It starts off like previously. Eric Anderson was twenty five years old and with his wife Spencer Anderson as she undergoes the rigors of childbirth. Next to Spencer is Frieda Knight; also in labor and about to give birth. With Eric providing moral support to both woman; each scream as their baby’s are born. As a nurse swaddles the screaming newborns and then handing them to the happy mother’s; Tears of joy can be seen from all three. Eric the father of two children is the most thrilled.
“So have we picked out names,” Eric asking both Spencer and Frieda clearly grinning from ear to ear.
"Martha Maggie Anderson,” Spencer looking at her child; giving her daughter her grandmother’s names. Eric agreed the names were fitting.
“Bethany Anderson-Knight,” Frieda speaks as her newborn daughter starts to calm down at her mother’s voice. Since Eric married Spencer; he also loved Frieda. While polygamy was illegal in the state of Washington; Eric and Spencer had an exclusive open marriage with Frieda, who was technically still single. Hence Frieda’s daughter having both her and Eric’s last name, just hyphenated.
“Now that is a pleasant dream I could watch over and over,” a strange man speaks up.
All three now looking like their current age and still in their fursona turn around to see a strange man staring at them. All four standing in the same dinner that Frieda hosted her party with the staff last Friday evening. With the strange man beckoning the three young lovers to take a seat he begins to talk.
“Now before you ask. My name is not important. What is important is you listen to what I have to say.”
“What did you mean about watching that over and over,” Eric looking at the odd man.
“It’s not often a were gets a glimpse into their future. It’s even rarer to get the same prophetic dream twice,” the strange man smiling as he continues;” what you three have is a special connection; a type of bond as it were.”
“Like kismet,” Spencer speaking up.
“Much deeper than that,” The odd man states; “by now you may have noticed you each have the same vivid green eyes.” The man smiles as the diner shifts and fades to that of a classroom at Moon Lake High; “think of your bond as a form of telepathy. While your mind and thoughts are your own; you just have this innate ability to read and sense each other emotions. Its why the sex you three just experience was so intense. Your feeling each other’s lust and reveling it.”
“So if one of is sad say me,” Frieda speaks up; “will Eric and Spencer be sad as well?”
“Yes and no,” the strange man answers. Once again the scene changes and the four of them are this time at the same park Eric, Frieda and Spencer met up at earlier today. The odd man smiling as he continues; “while they will sense your sadness, you will feel comfort that your partner’s will be there to lift your spirits as it were, a kind of empathy.”
“How often do you visit people in their dreams,” Frieda asking; attempting to figure this person in front of them out.”
“Up until I talked to you your mother yesterday ,” The odd man still smiling;” about once a century; Since then I have talked to your father and you three all in one night!”
“You talked to my dad,” Frieda getting worried; “about what?”
The strange man’s smile fades; “nothing pleasant. Your father Benton faces a difficult decision; a choice that only he can make himself. Any attempt to force the decision will end in tragedy. This I give to you as your warning.”
“But,” Frieda tries to speak but is interrupted
“My time with you is nearly done,” the strange man speaking; “you three will face some difficult trials in the short term. As long as you stay together in both heart and soul, nothing will keep you apart; not even an ocean or a continent.” The strange man’s smile returns, “Pleasant dreams you three.”
******
Eric, Spencer and Frieda all slept soundly; despite the intense conversation with the strange person. While their chat describing their bond felt like minutes; in reality, the sun was just beginning to rise. With all sleeping in the basement rec room; none knew for the location of the rec room's windows where located on the west side of the house. All three slept deeply; snuggled in each others embrace.