Samantha supporting Frances as they walk out of the hospital with Samson following close behind; After Frances sent her E-card to her mother Angelica Carter, the three silently leave the hospital. Heading to the visitor parking lot, all three see Benton Knight leave just as they neared the exit doors. Heading to their cars; Frances tosses her keys to Samson.
“You drive my car home. I’ll ride with my wife.”
“Okay sis,” Samson nods. Looking at Samantha; “please drive safe.”
“Always do,” Samantha answering as she helps Frances into the passenger seat and the walks around to the driver’s seat.
The drive home was quiet and uneventful. It gave Frances a chance to reflect on the few good memories she had when growing up with her strict father and submissive mother. Remembering on her sixth birthday, the joy she had when her father Joseph Carter gave her a hand crafted rocking horse as a present. The smell of the freshly lacquered wood painted a golden tan color for the fur. The mane and tail a stark raven black with brown eyes and a muzzle fixed in a permanent whinny. Frances remembered the hours of joy she had when her father and older brother would help rock her along as she did her best to pretend she was a jockey at an equestrian event.
Before Frances ever became a therapist; it was her childhood dream to ride horses; finding them to be such majestic animals, she found her next door neighbors where were-horses. The thought of being one made her giddy; alas, those dreams fell by the wayside as Frances grew older. Meeting Samantha, made Frances dreams of being a were-horse and running a horse farm a distant memory. A memory that was replaced with the fond times she and Samantha had when growing up; and then after her first transformation as a were-feline, living with Samantha and her parents.
Frances trip down memory lane was broken upon Samantha pulling up into their driveway. Seeing a light on in the living room; Frances knew Ben was home. Both getting out of the car; Samson, driving Frances’s car also pulls up and joins them.
“You know sis,” Samson remarking; “this is the first time I’ve ever been to your home.”
“Your first time at this house,” Frances musing; “remember the apartment Samantha and I first had?”
“That no-bedroom flop,” Samson chuckling as they walk to the front entrance; “If I recall, there was barely enough room for one of you, let alone two.”
“Those were the days,” Samantha grinning as she holds onto the basket containing her adoptive kittens Jasmine and Saffron.
All three enter to see Ben and Alex watching television; both in their werewolf fursona’s, arms wrapped over each other’s shoulders.
“Wasn’t sure when you were going to get back moms,” Ben speaking up; “so I ordered a large deluxe pizza.”
“Oooh pizza,” Samson grinning; “your favorite sis.”
“No end to you tormenting me with greasy food is their brother,” Frances sighing.
“It’s an older brother’s prerogative and right to tease his little sister,” Samson beaming.
“You haven’t changed Samson,” Samantha rolling her eyes as she head to the kitchen to fetch some milk for her kittens.
“And I never will,” Samson laughing as Frances can’t help but chuckle.
******
Shortly before the pizza arrived; Frances introduced Samson to her adoptive son Ben. Samson taking Ben’s paw and shaking it, he is also introduced to Ben’s boyfriend Alex Ramsey. Quickly using the washroom; Samson comes out in his fursona. A large Alaskan Malamute. With grey and white fur all over his body and bright sky blue eyes; the deputy towers over his sister; hovering somewhere between seven to eight feet. Frances and Samantha shift into their were-feline fursona shortly after the Pizza Ben ordered arrives.
“So how was school today,” Frances asking Ben as she bites into her slice of pizza.
“It was okay,” Ben answers; “apart from Alex getting detention for some stupid reason.”
“A teacher with a stick up their ass,” Alex grumbling; “didn’t know Ben and I were boyfriends. He gave me a detention for lovingly slapping Ben on the ass as we walked by in the hallway.” Alex looking at Ben, “Nate was also in detention. He has a week long stint for playing hooky on Friday with you know who.”
Ben knew who Alex was referring to; Liv Robinson. “Oh yeah. Mom, can I ask you something?”
“What is it,” Samantha chiming in before Frances.
“Last night I met Nate’s new girlfriend,” Ben putting his pizza slice down; “she is a were-leopard and she tried to hit on me in front of Nate.” Ben pauses before continuing; “long story short, I didn’t give her an answer, but I did feel aroused from her offer. This happened shortly after the two had sex and came out of the Anderson basement.”
Before Samantha could answers Frances speaks up, “was the smell of sex heavy in the air? That can affect even a were not interested in the opposite gender in terms of arousal.”
“Yes,” Ben answering; “but I think it’s more than that. It’s was straight up resisting the urge to take her then and there. I had to run off into the woods just to-“
“Take care of the urge to mate with a willing stranger,” Samson answering; “being a were, we are more in tuned with our more base urges and instincts. At least that is what father said all those years ago.”
“So I might not have any bi-sexual tendencies then,” Ben asking.
“That we can’t answer for you,” Frances thinking; “the best advice I can offer you is to see if those ‘feelings’ come up again if another woman offers themselves to you.”
“I doubt that will work,” Ben looking forlorn; “especially if Alex is nearby.”
“What about your pack,” Samson asking; “any female their ever expressed an interest in you?”
“No,” Ben quickly answering; “all of them know that Alex and I are an item.” Steeling a glance at Alex and placing a paw on his thigh, Ben continues; “besides, Liv was the only female were to ever straight up offer herself up to me.”
“From what Nate has told us,” Alex finishing shoveling the pizza crust in his wolf like maw; “Liv is perhaps a sexual compulsive that is into kink as it is politely called, she and her were-lioness friend Jean Talbot.”