After the unexpected call from Martin Stovall; Samantha and Frances tried to get out of bed to begin their Saturday, but could not escape each other’s longing gaze. Embracing each other in bed again and expressing their love the way a lesbian couple knows how. Both Frances and Samantha began to explore each other’s bodies; stimulating their arousal by fondling and twerking each other’s breasts and nipples. Purring and kissing each other; Samantha smiles as she playfully pushes Frances to lie down. Climbing and shifting herself around; Samantha’s dripping cunny grinding on Frances’s muzzle as she bends down to begin lapping up Frances’s own slit.
Both purr and yowl as the rough feline tongues pleasure and stimulate each other’s folds. Nibbling and tickling the clitoris; Samantha moans as she feels her climax approaching. Burying her muzzle deep into Frances’s sex, eagerly lapping and sucking the honey leaking from within; Samantha yowls as best she can as her body climaxes, gushing juices from her fur line twat, while Frances’s does the same. Both pause to enjoy the orgasmic moment before lovingly cleaning each other up. Using their tongues to bathe each other like typical cats would do.
“I never get tired of that,” Frances purring; as Samantha climbs off of her to lie next to her muzzle to muzzle.
“It’s a shame we can’t spend the entire day in bed,” Samantha licking her life partner’s muzzle; “I’d eat you out all day if we could.”
“I know,” Frances purring; “you know all the right spots to please me.”
“As do you,” Samantha placing a paw on her life partners still quivering sex.
“Are you up for another round,” Frances feeling Samantha touching her tenderly; “or do you want to go and get brunch.”
Before Samantha could answer; two tiny kittens climb out of their basket, mewling and purring. Saffron a male kitten with white fur and amber eyes that where once blood shot; his litter sister Jasmine a grey fur kitten with blue eyes. Both Frances and Samantha pick up on the fact that the two little critters are hungry and wanting to be made the center of attention for the next little while.
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It was around eleven in the morning that both Frances and Samantha arrived at The Local Diner for brunch. After feeding and playing with their adoptive kittens and then cleaning themselves up from their morning fun; both sit down in the diner. Seeing a few other people also eating and talking amongst themselves; it wasn’t long before their waitress Emily Walker came up to give them menus and a cup of coffee. Both look over what to eat as the radio station being played gives a weather report.
“This is KPXX giving you the report at the top of the hour. I’m you weekend host Gorgeous Locks with the weather report. A massive storm front is upon us. Expect to see a heavy snow fall from now until eight in the evening tonight. Twenty four inches is expected to fall but prepare for more. Stay inside if you can, for the roads are treacherous. Snow plows are already doing their best to keep the roads clear; so be courteous to those public service workers and refrain from passing them if you see them while on the highway or any road. Please be safe out there. And now here is your next five in row starting with Mad World by Tears for Fears.”
“Oh I hope Ben and Alex are alright,” Frances looking worried; “they are on the highway with Nate right?”
“Heading to Seattle for some Christmas shopping,” Samantha chuckling; “If you are worried, call ben up.”
“I will in a few hours,” Frances looking at the menu; “right now I have a hankering for the Huevos rancheros.”
“I’ll have that to,” Samantha putting her menu down; smiling all the while.
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A few hours earlier
“This is KCML giving you an important weather report. A slow moving storm front has parked its self here in the Pacific Northwest and is going to drop a massive amount of snow on us. Meteorologists predict twenty four inches by eight in the evening tonight. Stay inside if you have to people…”
The radio goes dead as the vehicle engine is shut down. Staring at the grim façade of the Elder Council building; both Martin and Melissa Stovall sigh. Locked away in a cell is their daughter Julie Stovall; a fourteen year old wer-mer who was just sentenced to one hundred fifty years, for two counts of Statue 1A* violation. While the victim in question never became a wer-mer; the law was written in such a way that attempt and actual deed are indistinguishable. Stepping out of the vehicle and heading to the main entrance; both Martin and Melissa are greeted by Andrew Curtis, the wer-mer rep of the council.
“I’m sorry for having to drag you out of bed so early,” Martin looking at Andrew; “but the sooner Melissa and I take care of this and I briefing Samantha on a few matters-“
“It’s all right,” Andrew interrupting; “and I was already up when you called. Living next door to the Talbots, you learn to get by on little sleep. Still,” Andrew taking a big sip of coffee as he escorted the Stovall’s inside; “waking up in my fresh water pool to the sound of a were-lion being chuck in was unexpected.”
“Jean and Peter at it again,” Martin shaking his head.
“It’s always with those two,” Andrew chuckling; “always one upping each other on the sibling rivalry. Makes me glad my son has already moved out and started a family of his own.”
“You intend to visit them once you finally retire,” Martin smiling.
“Dam straight,” Andrew escorting Martin and Melissa down to the cells; “it’s been to long since I’ve seen my grandchildren. And now that they have had their first transformation and sporting tail fins of their own,” Andrew continuing; I want to take them to explore the Titanic and other sunken shipwrecks.”
“Sounds like fun,” Melissa looking despondent; “I wish we could do that with Julie.”
Martin places a hand on Melissa’s shoulder; giving her a small measure of comfort as he understands Melissa’s sadness; they stop in front of Julie’s cell to see her lying on her cell bed. Her back to them and the breakfast food try untouched. Knowing they could use a little privacy; Andrew leaves the two parents to talk to their imprisoned daughter.
* Statue 1A is a crime in which a were does without consent and/or with malice of forethought, force to attempt to change a normal against their will to the attacking were’s species. Regardless if they are successful of not, the penalty upon conviction is minimum mandatory fifty year sentence.