“Its six am here in Moon Lake. I’m DJ Woof here filling in for Crazy Crabby Camellia; who is on maternity leave. Here at KPXX we all wish her the best of luck while she convalesces after giving birth to her baby girl. But now it’s time for a news update! Top story; Julie Stovall’s initial court appearance is scheduled to begin today. If being charged with two counts assault isn’t enough; rumor has it she will also be facing statue 1A charges…”
A furry paw smashes the alarm clock turning it off; getting up to stretch and look out the window, Frieda comments, “I can’t stand DJ Woof.”
“I’m surprised the elder council hasn’t muzzled him,” Spencer still lying in bed staring at her white fur were-panther prince, Eric; “he has come dangerously close to revealing the existence of weres many times on the air.”
“Perhaps my Uncle will talk to him later today,” Frieda staring at the two lazy were’s lying in her bed; “KPXX is part of Knight Media.”
“Plus he is on the elder council,” Eric grabbing Frieda’s tail and pulling it; encouraging her to come back to bed.
“Eric last night was fun,” Frieda feeling the tug on her tail; “but we have school today.”
“But today is humpday,” Eric grinning and winking; “I’m sure Spencer here wouldn’t mind a little morning fun.”
Frieda looks back at Eric and Spencer and giggles, “maybe after school. Besides; we tortured my father enough with our rutting. No need to kick him while he’s down.”
“Speaking of your father,” Eric getting up and stretching while absently scratching his furry balls; “do you know of the panic room in his study? He showed it to me last night.”
“The one with all the pictures and mementos dedicated to me;” Frieda asking.
“that’s the one,” Eric commenting as he stares outside with Frieda and scoffs; “not much of a snowfall. Bet you this will be gone by noon.”
While the three young weres slept together after enjoying many passionate moments post Eric and Spencer’s induction into the were-panther pride; a weather front moved in and dumped a combination of rain and snow, typical for the Pacific Northwest during the winter months.
“You think there will be a snow day,” Spencer getting up.
“Not likely,” Eric snorts; “Family use to live in Minnesota. A snowfall like this is not even going to halt the school buses.”
“I can hope,” Spencer pouting but then cheering up; “let’s go get some breakfast. Race you to kitchen!"
“Last one their gets a cold shower;” Frieda giggling as she too bolts out the door.
Eric not one to be outdone races behind his two girlfriends; reaching the stairs he just hopes over the railing and effortlessly lands on his digitigrade paws from a twenty five foot leap, putting him ahead of Spencer.
“No fair Eric,” Spencer shouts; “you cheated!”
“Hardly,” Eric laughs as he is the first to reach the kitchen; “No cold shower for me!”
“Me neither;” Spencer sticking out her tongue as she comes in second.
“Dam,” Frieda giggling; “should of kept my maw shut.”
Roughly fifteen minutes later Benton Knight comes down into the kitchen; seeing his daughter Frieda as well as Eric and Spencer already awake, perks him up a bit. Looking out the windows to see the slushy snow on the ground; Benton just grunts, “that will be gone by noon.” Observing the three young weres still in their fursonas eating cold roast beef for breakfast; Benton just shakes his head as he manages to get the coffee machine going. The only appliance in the kitchen he knows how to operate safely without burning or blowing something up; Benton grabs a plate and helps himself to some of the leftover buffet food.
“I take it you three slept well,” Benton digging into a cold breakfast; “despite not going to bed until well past midnight.”
Frieda just giggles as she swallows a large chuck of beef whole; “we didn’t keep you up now did we?”
Benton just shakes his head and scoffs, “just eat your breakfast. Oh and Eric, the blood stains on your fur will stain your skin if you defur before showering. Just to let you know.”
“It will go away in a day or two,” Frieda adding; “but your face will look beet red for a while.”
Benton grins in through shoveling bites of meat into his were panther maw; all the while absently looking at the messages on his phone.
“Amanda has been texting non-stop,” Benton chuckling; “guess she chomping at the bit to be let out of the hospital.”
“That or,” Frieda giggling; “mom wants to what happened last night.”
“Both;” Benton reading the latest message.
“You know when I had my arm broken a few weeks ago,” Spencer speaking; "I had to stay in my fursona for the entire time for it to heal quickly. My parents had to hide me in the station wagon while we drove to the underground parking entrance of the hospital.”
“You had a broken arm,” Frieda commenting; “how did that happen?”
“My ex-boyfriend,” Spencer growls; “Jeremy Bower Jr. showed up after my family moved here. Long story short; He is dead, his father seeking revenge was killed by my dad’s blade. The Bower lackey is languishing in jail somewhere.”
“I remember reading the report on that when I was on the elder council,” Benton chiming in; “is it true you killed your ex-boyfriend?”
“It was either him or me,” Spencer finishing her breakfast; “like I said earlier, my dad taught me how to fight like a marine. But going back to the hospital tangent; if Mrs. Knight is recovering in her fursona, you can have her leave the hospital via the same way my parents had me come and go. Just keep her covered in the back seat and you’ll be fine.”
Benton smiles; “the windows on the town car are polarized for privacy purposes. Just like the windows throughout my house here.”
“Yet the rooms are not soundproofed;” Eric grinning.
“Oh and yours are,” Benton looking serious.
“My basement is,” Eric answering back; “you could rut with wild abandon and make as loud as a racket as you want. No one in the rest of the house will hear you.”
Benton was about to make a comment when he realized the usefulness of having a soundproof room for such activities; seeing everyone is finished eating, Benton collects the plates and shoes Eric, Spencer and Frieda out of the kitchen. Frieda lingering as the two head to collect their bags in the living room and head back upstairs to shower and dress.
“Father,” Frieda speaking; “why show Eric the room with all the photos of me last night?”
“You know of that room in my study,” Benton looking shocked; “how?”
“Uncle Lance told me,” Frieda answering; “he said it was originally a panic room that grandpa built. So one day when you and mom weren’t home I snuck in your study and took a look for myself. Ever thought of a photo album like everyone else?”
“That room is the photo album,” Benton responds; “perhaps sometime after school or later this week I’ll show you my favorite pictures of you.” Benton smiling; “but first, shower and get dressed. You have school.”