Backtracking
Dinner with Dawn and Douglas Hale was a pleasant affair. The four were-foxes all in there fursona’s enjoying the rib steaks William grilled up earlier and clearly unafraid to consume the raw vegetable salad Martha also made. Having been told that both Dawn and Douglas could not stay overnight due to a prior commitment, didn't dampen the evening; it just put a good portion of it on hold. Douglas wanting to make dinner interesting brought over some tasty snacks he and Dawn caught a little earlier and had stored in a box.
Martha seeing the live mice skittering on her kitchen table; she looked curious as to what the Hales were planning. Before Martha became a were-fox, the sight of a mouse would make her scream shrilly and freak as she tried to stomp it with her foot. Now as a were-fox; Martha could not help but think as to why she was afraid of these tiny creatures before. Since becoming a were; her senses have been heighten, her body more toned and firm. Martha’s palette has definitely changed; while she liked to eat meat in the past, Martha always preferred her steaks medium well. Now she practically drools when she is served meat that is around rare to medium rare. Watching the mouse near her try to scurry away; Martha stops it cold by quickly pressing down on the tail with a hand paw.
“That’s it Martha,” Dawn grinning; now do what my husband is about to do.”
Martha watches as Douglas takes a mouse by the tail; dangling it above his maw as he tips his head back. He drops the live squirming mouse into his mouth swallowing it whole.
“Now your turn,” Douglas smiling.
Martha looking at both Douglas and Dawn and then staring at her husband. William was the first to catch a mouse as Douglas dropped them on the table after dinner. Grabbing one with his paw, he nearly crushed it as Dawn whispered in his fox like ear to swallow the creature. Looking at Dawn as she effortlessly tossed a mouse into the air and easily catching it in her maw and swallowing it; William just shakes his head as he opts to shove the struggling vermin in his. Closing his mouth he makes the mistake of crunching on the critter just before he swallows it. The sour look on his face made both Dawn and Douglas laugh.
“Always the first timers,” Douglas chuckling; “it never fails.”
Back in the moment; Martha stares at the mouse as it tries in vain to escape her clutches. Sighing as she buckles under peer pressure; she take the tiny creature and swallows it whole. Surprised that her gag reflex did not try and spit the animal back up; Martha nearly giggles as she finds the mouse struggling as her muscles force it down into her stomach, waiting to digest the doomed prey.
“So,” Dawn grinning; “how was it?”
“Different,” Martha answering; “when you said you wanted us to try something new-“
“You assumed,” Douglas grinning; “that it was something that had to do with rutting.”
“We got more in the box if you want another one,” Dawn beaming.
“No thanks,” Martha raising a paw in refusal; “once is enough.”
“Let me have another one,” William washing the nasty taste out with water; “I want to try again.”
“Just remember,” Douglas placing the mouse on the table so William can catch it; “don’t chew it, swallow it whole.”
“If you want to much on a mouse,” Dawn speaking as she watches William gulp down his second mouse; “it’s best to make sure they are dead before frying them in a skillet. Otherwise, “Dawn taking a mouse and crushing it in her paw before swallowing it whole; “you are going to have a hell of a time keeping them in a hot pan.”
“Mustard and garlic go great as seasoning,” Douglas smiling.
“I think that’s enough of that then,” William getting up; “but Martha and I are a little sad you can't spend the night with us in our rec room, if you know what I mean.”
“Nothing would be more fun,” Douglas answering; “than to swap partners for a wild rut, but Dawn’s mother is arriving in Seattle in a couple of hours and it being the holidays-“
“I understand,” William answering; “family should come first.”
“Does this mean,” Martha getting up to clear the table; “that you won’t be able to join us Saturday evening at the Were-club?”
“Oooooh Doug,” Dawn smiling; “we haven’t been there in a while.”
“And with your mother coming over,” Douglas sighing; “I doubt we will be able to for a while longer. She is a normal after all.”
“Don’t remind me,” Dawn sighs; “still she is bound to find out that the man I married, made me into this smoking hot vixen before you.”
Escorting the Hale’s as they grab their clothes and shift back into their human forms and walk out the door. Martha turns to William.
“That reminds me,” Martha looking worried; “I have yet to tell my parents about the new us. The yearly Christmas card portrait; they’ll know something is wrong now that I look ten years younger thanks to becoming a were,” Martha panicking; “and how will they react when they find out their grandchildren are also weres.”
“Calm down Martha,” William hugging his were-vixen wife; “remember what Samantha said when we first moved here. ‘the town’s secret comes first.’ Or something along those lines.”
“So are we just supposed to cut off all contact with them,” Martha growling; “my parents may be old but they aren’t senile, they will know something is up.”
“I’m not saying we cut off all contact,” William comforting his wife; “phone calls and letters are fine. Photos of Nate and Eric while in their human forms can help ease your mother. They are still growing; so her seeing a picture of her grandkids looking the way they do now, she’ll attribute it as a growth spurt.”
“But what about us,” Martha pleading; “seeing us looking younger, mom and dad will demand to know what our secret is.”
“We got face lifts,” William answering; “the simple answers can be the best at times.”
Martha looks at the were-fox that is her bond mate William and couldn’t help but crack a smile. William giving her a loving lick on her black nose as he scoops her up into his arms.
“Now just because the Hales can’t be here tonight for a wild romp,” William carrying his wife upstairs; “doesn’t mean we can’t have a little fun ourselves.”
“And with Eric and Nate out,” Martha feeling turned on; “we can be as loud as we want.”
“That’s the plan,” William entering their bed room and placing is were-vixen wife onto the bed; climbing on top of her as they begin to conclude their day in a wild passionate fashion.