♫I’ll stop the stop the world and melt with you ♫
♫You’ve seen the difference and it’s getting better all time ♫
A grey furry paw manages to turn the alarm clock off as she gets up from the fur pile she slept in. Seeing Eric and Spencer stir as she moves to get unburied from them; Frieda seeing Eric grin as he wakes up, his muzzle buried between her legs, she can’t help but comment.
“You randy little were-panther. Like what you smell?”
“Always,” Eric purring; and why did you shut the alarm off. Modern English was being played.”
“Because its six am silly,” Frieda smiling and getting up; her furry sex inches from Spencer’s muzzle as she climbs out of bed causes Spencer’s eyes to open wide and her to smile.
“I smell a lovely were-panthress,” Spencer coos; “don’t tell me it’s morning already?”
“It is,” Frieda looking out the window; “and it looks like we had a fresh snowfall.”
Eric getting out of bed next, walks to the window Frieda is looking out of; seeing the fresh snow on the ground puts a smile on his muzzle.
“I’m seeing a snowball fight later today,” Eric grins.
“Girls against boy,” Spencer chuckling; “it’s only fair.”
“Two against one,” Eric looking surprised; “how is that fair?”
“It’s not what’s fair,” Frieda laughing; “it’s what’s fun that matters.”
“In that case,” Eric grinning; “race you both to the kitchen.”
Eric takes off like a shot with Frieda following closely and Spencer shortly behind. The three meeting Benton as he just woke up and starting walking to the kitchen; Eric jumps from the second railing landing on the ground effortlessly with Frieda and Spencer close behind.
“Hey,” Benton shouting; “no running in my house!”
“Lighten up dad,” Frieda laughing; “let us have our fun!”
‘She said dad,’ Benton wide awake and smiling; ‘I think today is starting off great.’
Following the three as they are already in the kitchen; Benton heads to the dining room to collect the leftover pizza and takes it to the kitchen. He was about to ask if they wanted leftover pizza for breakfast when he is surprised to see the three working the stove top effortlessly in making bacon and eggs for breakfast. The smell of bacon frying on a skillet makes Benton lick his lips hungrily.
“I guess cold pizza for breakfast is not on the menu,” Benton watching the cubs work.
“Maybe for lunch,” Frieda answers; “that’s assuming Julie’s sentencing ends before then.”
“Julie’s sentencing,” Benton thinking and then remember last night; “oh that’s right! You three have to be at the council building today to bear witness to that. Give me a moment to get the summons Tachibana dropped off last night.”
Eric, Spencer and Frieda continued making breakfast as Benton left kitchen. Coming back a few minutes later with the three scrolls and a groggy black furred were-panthress wanting coffee. Entering the kitchen and being hit with the smell of freshly fried bacon, improves Amanda’s morning disposition.
“That smells good,” Amanda sniffing the bacon; “but I still want coffee.”
“You and us both!”
The five weres in the kitchen immediately turn their heads to see Anton and Esmeralda entering the kitchen each looking wet with snow on their fur rapidly melting. Amanda looking surly barks; “you can dry of with some towels first.”
“You sleep outside with your paramour,” Anton laughing; “and not wake up covered in snow.”
“Mom, dad,” Benton shaking his head; “please dry off with towels. The house already reeks of sex. I don’t want it to reek of wet fur as well.”
“And such an erotic smell the sex is,” Esmeralda enjoying the aroma; “young and virile.”
Eric, Spencer and Frieda could not help but giggle; Amanda shooting them a dirty look does not stifle their mirth as Anton and Esmeralda pad off to a nearby washroom to dry off.
“Like we need more horny weres,” Amanda sighing.
“You married into the family,” Benton smiling sipping the first cup of coffee from the pot just brewed; “I was born into it.”
“And our daughter and her friends,” Amanda grousing; “certainly aren’t helping.”
“We made breakfast,” Frieda retorting; “that not helping mother?”
Amanda snorts as she accepts the plate of scrambled eggs and bacon with buttered toast and fruit slices. Unable to deny that Frieda and her friends clearly know how to cook and know how to use the appliances that she and Benton are completely at a loss as to how to work; Amanda says something that floors Frieda but gets a loud guffaw from Benton.
“Can you show your father and I how to use the kitchen appliances? That way we can prepare a meal or two. At least until Ethel and Jeremy come back from their Honeymoon.”
“At the very least,” Benton laughing; “show us how to use the appliances so we don’t accidently burn the house down.”
*****
Meanwhile Nate and Jean were enjoying their own breakfast that Nate made; humming ‘I’ll Melt With You’.
“Looks like you got an ear worm,” Jean giggling; “at least it’s a good song to have stuck in your head.”
“Its better than most songs stuck in my head,” Nate eating his pancakes; “Once I had a Culture Club song stuck in my head for a good week.”
Jean laughs as she starts singing Karma Chameleon before Nate stops her cold.
“Not that song,” Nate sighs; “the other one.”
Jean grins through her lion muzzle; Knowing its ‘Do You Really Want To Hurt Me’. Instead of humming a few bars she grins; “perhaps a new song to drive you wild then while thinking of me.”
“Really,” Nate looking bemused; “you want to torment with songs?”
♫I got you under my skin♫ Jean purrs as she sings in Nate's wolfish ear.
“Well at least its old blues eyes,” Nate smiling while referencing Frank Sinatra’s nickname; “are you leaving to head to the elder council building soon?”
“After I defur, shower and get dressed,” Jean asking; “want to ditch school and join me?”
“If I do that,” Nate answering; “dad takes my car from me as punishment for playing hooky again. I’m only asking because I was wondering if you could take something with you.”
“A little more of your cream in me,” Jean feeling amorous; “won’t we wake your parents up?”
“Not that,” Nate laughing; “Spencer Lawson left some of her belongings in my car yesterday. If I give them to you, think you can hand them to her when you see her at the council building?”
“Who is Spencer Lawson,” Jean looking jealous that Nate might have another girlfriend on the side.
“One of my brother’s girlfriends,” Nate answering; “Eric and her are in a relationship with Frieda Knight.”
“Oh,” Jean feeling relieved; “of course. What does she look like?”
“Well,” Nate answering; “since you are in your fursona at the council building from what you told me, Spencer is a black furred werewolf/panther/feline hybrid with green eyes.”
“Oh,” Jean thinking of yesterday; “she was with this white furred were-panther and grey furred were-pantheress with red highlights.”
“The white were-panther,” Nate answering; “is my brother Eric. The were-panthress is Frieda.”
“Wow,” Jean chuckling; “your brother certainly has his paws full juggling two girlfriends. Which one is he going to choose as a mate?”
“From what I gathered,” Nate chuckling; “both are his mates.”
Nate and Jean finish their pancake breakfast just as William and Martha in their were-fox fursona each come down the stairs; seeing the same were-lioness that Nate bedded with a few days ago run back upstairs to shower. They look back at Nate; their black furred werewolf son grinning as he drinks some coffee.
“Morning,” Nate smiles; “did you sleep well. I know I did!”