As Eric, Spencer and Frieda rush back upstairs from eating breakfast and listening to Nate talk about how natural it is for were’s to hunt; Eric was watching as spencer and Frieda took their were-birth control pills.
“So no fun for a while,” Eric asking.
“Not for at least thirty minutes,” Frieda answering.
“For you that is,” Spencer smiling; “but you can watch as Frieda and I play with each other.”
“No,” Frieda answering; “we have to get ready.” Looking at the clothes in her overnight bag and sighing; “This is the clothes my father picked out for my bi-polar test last Monday.”
“But won’t we be in our fursona,” Eric lying on his bed; “do we really need to get dressed?”
“When outside,” Frieda sighing; “but still, would you wear this?” Frieda holding up a pink top with a yellow skirt.
Spencer laughs; “Is your father colorblind? Let’s see if I got something here that would work.”
“Let’s not forget fit,” Eric grinning as he twitches his tail; watching his girlfriend’s root through Spencer’s overnight bag.
“It doesn’t need to fit perfectly,” Spencer answering; it just has to do the job long enough for you to shift back into your were-panther fursona when getting to the council building. In the meantime, why don’t you get dressed?”
“And miss the show of watching you two de-fur and dress,” Eric grinning; “I’ll pass for a bit.”
Spencer rolls her eyes and is about to toss a comb at him when Frieda grins.
“Eric certainly isn’t being shy with appreciating our curves,” Frieda smiling; “Let’s go change in the bathroom Spencer. Eric will have plenty of time to explore our bodies with his eyes and paws later.”
“Good ideal,” Spencer collecting her belongings and following Frieda to the washroom; “maybe give Eric a little tease with our shared link and all that.”
“Let’s not go that far,” Frieda smiling; “but if we do meet up later this evening. Prepare to have your sex eaten out by yours truly.”
“Now that I look forward to,” Eric hearing Spencer state as both girls enter the bathroom and lock the door.
About thirty minutes later Spencer and Frieda return from the bathroom dressed. Frieda wearing a loose fitting top of Spencer’s that matches the yellow skirt Frieda is wearing; Spencer going with pair of blue jeans and a simple black shirt.
“I Look goofy in this get up,” Frieda lamenting.
“You’re not going to wear it long,” Spencer stating; “just long enough to ride with your uncle to the council building.”
“When is he picking up Frieda,” Eric asking as he tosses on some clothes he got from Awareness.
“Let me text him and find out,” Frieda grabbing her phone. Opening it up she sees a message from her father; seeing it was from last night and not to important, Frieda fires off a quick message to him.
‘Had an awesome time last night; hope to be done with Julie for good today.’
Sending the message to her father, Frieda looks up to see Eric and Spencer watching her; “sorry, had to send a message to father. Give me a minute here.”
‘When are you picking me and Eric up? We are as ready as we can be for today.’
Frieda sending the message to her Uncle Lance, looks back up; “now we wait.”
The wait wasn’t long when Frieda’s phone buzzes with a message.
‘Lila and I will be by in a half hour. Just finishing up breakfast together. My tests came back negative.’
“Uncle will be here in a half hour,” Frieda speaking; “also his bi-polar tests came back negative.”
“That’s good,” Eric speaking while looking at Spencer; “something wrong?”
“No,” Spencer giggling; “a text from mom.”
‘Went to Grrrrrrr last night. Ran into Frieda’s parents; had a real good time. Had the exact same dessert Eric and Frieda ate. Your father had a crème Brule. The rice pudding in our dessert had cat nip. That’s what made you go crazy when you ate your dessert.’
“Well that answers that question,” Eric grinning; “I had a hell of a time resisting the urge to jump either of you after Sunday lunch.”
“There is more,” Spencer smiling.
‘Your grandfather will pick you up after school. Your father and I are busy having our own fun; the cub making kind. *wink* *wink*’
Frieda smiles; “Spencer is going to be an older sister soon.”
“Don’t forget,” Eric beaming; “mother to my cubs, as well as you Frieda.”
“But that’s not for a long while now,” Spencer putting her phone away; “Shall we watch a little television before going our separate ways today?”