{{Our episode title is also a song by Will Smith, aka "The Fresh Prince".—tmw.}}
Eric Anderson sat on the sofa in between his girlfriends/lovers Spencer Lawson and Frieda Knight.
While the television was on some syndicated game show, none of them were actually playing attention to it.
The white furred werepanther had a paw between both of his mate's legs, pleasurably teasing their respective clits while the ladies were stroking his hard panther penis sticking proudly out of its sheath.
"Not what we were hoping to do," he whispered in a low voice, while keeping an eye on the kitchen door where his parents were, "but it's a start," he said with a smile on his muzzle.
"Agreed," said Frieda, as her gray furred werepanthress paw loving stroked her man's cock, when not leaning forward to exchange kisses with her partner Spencer. "But who's turn is it to enjoy the fruits of our labors?" she asked.
"Considering the frustration you two built up in the library, want me to go now so you can fuck him first when we get to the basement later?" asked Spencer, before moving her head to tease one of Frieda's hard nipples with her tongue.
"If you don't mind honey," purred Frieda, while stroking one of the hybrid were's ears with her free paw, which the three had discovered was an erogenous zone for each of them.
Spencer just smiled and moved her head away from the tasty treat of the werepanthress to let her tongue graze across her man's cock, before her hungry muzzle completely engulfed it.
With that Frieda moved to kiss Eric passionately, their tongues dancing in each other's muzzle while the oral action prevented the horny werepanther from moaning too loudly as he started flooding his other mate's mouth with hot cream.
It was a good thing both ladies were occupied, for they came at Eric's deft touch as Spencer milked his penis for all she could get.
After Frieda helped Spencer clean Eric's cock and her own furry muzzle, the three of them resumed relatively normal seating positions on the couch. "How long before dinner?" he wondered. "Because I'm sooo looking forward to dessert!" purred Eric, as he began licking the honey from both his paws.
MEANWHILE...
With nothing else to do until he had to be at the hospital for his bi-polar testing, Lance Knight drove back to The Moon Lake Gazette and took care of business there.
Making sure everything was handled and the paper was successfully "put to bed", he called his star reporter Ella Alyn into his office.
"Okay Chief. Ready for that update on the Julie Stovall situation?" Ella asked, after closing the office door behind her.
"In a moment. I need to ask you something else first. You have kids, right?"
"Three cubs," Ella said proudly, sitting down across from her Editor-In-Chief.
"Any teenagers?" wondered Lance.
"My oldest is 15."
"How is your relationship with him?"
"Her, and fine. Why?"
"Between the Elders' Council hearing starting tomorrow morning and the fact Lila couldn't get out of work to join me, my meeting with Frieda and her friends didn't go as well as I hoped," said Lance, before recounting his brief encounter with them.
"Well," was all Ella could say after hearing him out. "I have no idea what to say about this threesome. Otherwise, Frieda seems okay, all things considered. This Eric is naturally undecided only being 14, but knowing he wants something in the sciences is a good start. And Spencer? Considering her father's a Navy SEAL... Then again, they're still young. Plans may change or become more detailed long before they graduate high school."
"Yeah. But I don't know how to deal with them. Which also means I'll have no idea how to deal with my own cubs once Lila and I get that far in life," confessed Lance.
"You're that serious about her, huh?" asked Ella, staring at him.
"Yes. If she'll have me, I was thinking of proposing over Christmas, and then maybe a Spring wedding, if not Valentine's Day."
"Lila will definitely want a say in any wedding plans," pointed out Ella. "As for the rest, just take it one day at a time. What you need to do about Frieda and her friends is pick a day when nothing major is going on, like a Saturday or a Sunday, and have a nice quiet get together at your place. Pick up a couple of pizzas and everyone just kick back and relax."
"Yeah! That sounds like a plan. I could have Lila there too because she doesn't work weekends. Thanks Ella," said Lance with a smile. Although I'll have to wait for a more private time to discuss other matters with Frieda. "Now, what's the latest on the Julie Stovall situation?"
ELSEWHERE...
The accused were-mermaid walked back into her house, unconcerned about being totally nude in front of the men from Tachibana security or wondering where the clothes she discarded on her way to the pool were.
In the kitchen, she went to the fridge and grabbed a soda, then turned around and stopped when she saw both her parents standing in the doorway that led back into the rest of the house.
"Looking for these?" asked her mother, holding the missing clothing in her hands.
"No," said Julie calmly, while popping the top and taking a swig of soda.
"Put them on," her mother said, while throwing the clothes at her.
"No," said Julie, about to step over them.
"You heard your mother," said Martin Stovall, moving between the women in his life. "Put. Them. ON!"
"How can you embarrass yourself, let alone us, in front of representatives from the Elders' Council?" Melissa Stovall demanded to know, while Julie reluctantly started redressing.
"I didn't know they were here when I dove in," was her only reply.
"That we'll grant you. They showed up while you were underwater. But how come you didn't use the towel or put on the bathrobe we left for you on the patio table?" asked her father.
"Didn't want to. I'm proud of my body," Julie said smugly.
"Being fit weres, we're proud of ours too, but despite weres not having any nudity inhibitions, that doesn't mean you can go around parading it whenever you like," replied her mother.
"Why not?" asked Julie, pulling the plain, one piece dress over her bountiful bosom and luscious curves. I feel like a freak right now, she thought, thinking of some of the much better outfits she had in her closet upstairs.
"Because that isn't done in normal, polite society," explained her mother.
"Maybe I don't want to be polite, let alone 'normal'," said Julie in return.
"Well, you better be for awhile, because you're facing some serious charges and need to be at the start of your trial before the Elders' Council at 10 tomorrow morning," said Brett Smithson, as she entered the kitchen and handed Julie her summons scroll.
"How long have you been there?" asked Julie, not bothering to even open the scroll.
"Long enough. Your parents let me in. Now we better all sit down and go over what to expect tomorrow," said Smithson, as Julie's defense attorney went back out of the kitchen the way she came in.
Soon as I can, I'm grabbing what I can and heading for the Tropics! silently vowed Julie, while following her folks into the living room.