Evan Lawson, a black furred werewolf woke up still on top of his wife; both he and Maggie fell asleep shortly after another round of rutting the night before. Maggie who since Thursday has stopped taking her were-birth control pills; she and Evan decided to have another child. A brother or a sister for their fifteen year old daughter Spencer. Pulling out of his still sleeping wife; a were-panther/feline hybrid, Evan places his nose to Maggie’s sex and inhales deeply. Drinking in her sweet smelling scent; he notices her heat has ended and that her scent has changed subtly. Growling as he instinctively knows what this means; Evan gently wakes his wife up.
“Maggie,” Evan stroking her ears; “wake up Maggie.”
“Mmmmmm,” Maggie stirring; “just another five more minutes love. I’m having a wonderful dream.”
“I hope it’s dreaming of our future son or daughter,” Evan nipping Maggie’s feline like ear; “because you’re starting to smell like you’re with child now.”
“Really,” Maggie wide awake and turning over to stare at her werewolf husband; “how can you be sure?”
Evan just grins as he uses a clawed paw finger to point to his nose; “the nose knows. You did pick up a pregnancy kit yesterday after work right?”
“Of course,” Maggie getting up; “it’s in the washroom.”
“You do what you need to do,” Evan giving Maggie a loving lick on the muzzle; “I’ll get some breakfast going.”
Watching Evan leave the room with a definite spring to his step; Maggie gets up and heads to the washroom. Taking the pregnancy kit and reading the instructions carefully; she sits on the toilet. Placing the applicator end of the tester in the path of her urine stream, letting the yellow liquid soak the end as the instructions stated; placing the tester on the washroom counter; Maggie waits.
Evan is in the kitchen frying up some eggs and bacon for himself and Maggie. While pregnancy for a normal female happens during intercourse around ovulation; for a were it is different. The act of sex alone is enough to cause the female to ovulate; the male’s penis stimulating the female reproductive tract during intercourse, encouraging the ovaries to expel an egg for the waiting sperm. Evan knew all this as a naturally born were. Knowing also that a female were’s time of conception being vastly shorter than a normal human’s; two to three days past ovulation for a were, compared to the seven to eight days for a normal female. Having a keen sense of smell; Evan was certain his mate was pregnant. But seeing Maggie enter the kitchen as he nearly has breakfast done; Smiling as she shows him the plus sign on the pregnancy test. Growling he hugs his wife as Maggie purrs.
“Just eight to nine months before we have a new cub or pup to dote on,” Maggie purring.
“How soon before your morning sickness starts,” Evan still hugging Maggie.
“As early as tomorrow,” Maggie answers; “it should last a few days as my hormones balance out with the fetus growing in me.”
“Then tonight,” Evan speaking; “we celebrate with a hunt. You, me and our daughter Spencer feasting on a large buck.”
“I want the liver,” Maggie purrs; “and enough meat leftover for future meals. I’m sure your father will want to join in.”
“On that I agree,” Evan letting Maggie go; “we’ll tell him after we tell Spencer.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Maggie helping Evan with breakfast; “now let’s dig into breakfast. I am eating for two now,” Maggie smiling through her muzzle.”
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Mike Lawson was busy making a pot of coffee in his new apartment in Moon Lake. Moving to town last Monday to be closer to his son and granddaughter; the werewolf over hundred and fifty years has a smile on his muzzle. In his bed is a were-Doberman she was a stunning beauty with her black coat of fur with reddish orange fur on her limbs and muzzle; they met at the were-club last Saturday. Mindy a retired court stenographer and ninety years of age and like Mike, a widow. Both suffered loss over the death of their spouses. For Mike Lawson, his wife Colleen was struck by a drunk driver; he has been without her for six years now. Mindy’s husband Robert died of a brain tumor in his pituitary gland five years previously.
Taking a couple of cups of coffee, to the bedroom; Mike see Mindy stirring as the smell of the coffee hits her nose, waking her up.
“That smells nice,” Mindy taking the offer cup into her paws; “and just the way I like it.”
“And that would be,” Mike sipping his coffee.
“Hot, black and strong,” Mindy sitting up; whimpering slightly as her paws hit the cold bare hardwood floor.
“Yeah,” Evan looking at Mindy; “cold floors on a cold day are never fun to step on. Makes me wish Awareness had socks designed for our digitigrade paws and hind legs.”
“We would look silly wearing socks,” Mindy chuckling; “and the cold feeling on my paws only lasts a few moments. It’s just the sensation that un-nerves me at times.”
“Well then,” Mike finishing his coffee; “shall we share a shower together?”
“I got a few hours to go before my were-birth control pill expires,” Mindy grabbing her bottle and taking another; “but I wouldn’t mind a little fun under some hot water.”
“Then let’s get clean,” Mike grinning as he escorts Mindy to the bathroom; “so we can get mess and clean up again.”
“And then,” Mindy smiling; “we head over to your son’s place. You still have yet to introduce me properly.”
“That is true,” Mike’s lupine rod already at the ready; eager to spread the aroused snatch of the were-Doberman in front of him. Mindy seeing the large shaft before her; she quickly goes wet as Mike turns on the shower. Both still in their fursonas; each growl lustfully as they refuse to let wet fur stop them from their lovers embrace.