Eric Anderson was in what he now considered his favorite position in life: being between Spencer Lawson and Frieda Knight.
Where and what the trio were doing at any given moment didn't matter to him. Ever since he became a white furred werepanther, as long as he was with his dual girlfriends, Eric was happy.
"Penny for your thoughts lover," the werewolf/cat/panther hybrid that was Spencer whispered in his ear seductively, even as she continued to tease it with paw and tongue.
"I was just wondering," began Eric, as he reached out to put a furry arm around both ladies, "until Frieda's mom explained the concept of were-weddings to us, did either of you feel married?"
"Truthfully?" asked Frieda Knight, a grey furred werepanther with russet highlights, "I feel closer to the two of you than I do anyone else in the world, and know that the three of us will be together forever," she added, snuggling closer to Eric while reaching over to kiss Spencer, "but I always felt it more of a truly romantic bond than outright marriage."
"What is marriage supposed to feel like anyway?" wondered Spencer, after her lips parted Frieda's. "I know how my folks feel about each other, otherwise they wouldn't of just had a second child. I can't picture a moment in my life without either one of you in my heart, and wouldn't want to ever be without you, but still..."
"You two are the first things I think of when I get up in the morning. The last conscious thought I have before I fall asleep at night, and both of you occupy my mind a lot even when you're not physically nearby. If that's not what it's like to be married..." said Eric.
"When I first called the two of you Yin and Yang because of your respective fur colors, and named myself Whole, I meant it," began Frieda. "I knew there was an emptiness inside me. Maybe not life threatening, but I still felt incomplete until my loved ones filled the void and—" with that, Frieda moved closer to her furry mates and did her best to attempt hugging Eric and Spencer at the same time.
However, whoever was going to say whatever next was lost as all three of them heard "Oh YES! That's it Nate! Pound me like you mean it darling!" screamed Jean Talbot at the top of her lungs, followed by a werewolf's happy howl and a werelioness' joyful growl.
"Well, it doesn't take a genius to figure out what those two are doing," observed Eric as a smile crossed his muzzle.
"At least we have access to a sound proof basement," commented Spencer, as both she and Frieda had the same thought and reached for Eric's furry sheath, its occupant already starting to rise to the occasion.
"Ladies, as much as I want to make sweet, passionate love to both of you until you beg me for a break, I'm afraid we have to put that on hold for a couple of minutes," announced Eric, as he sat upright on the couch.
"What? Why?" asked Spencer, as Eric pointed to the TV in response to her question.
There, the three of them saw a little yellow W in the lower left hand corner of the screen. "It just appeared a moment ago," he explained, before turning the TV off.
"Uncle Lance says when that's on, no were can be out and about in their fursona, even after dark," explained Frieda.
"Probably because of those Parkers Jean and her mother mentioned earlier," realized Spencer. "Mayor Twist wouldn't post the alert otherwise. Not even for a stupid April Fool's Day prank."
Getting up off the couch, Eric turned to his ladies and said, "I better go upstairs and let the others know," as Jean and Nate's screams of combined sexual pleasure began to fill the house again. "Then we'll go downstairs and lock ourselves in the basement for at least the rest of this afternoon," he said with a smile, before kissing both Spencer and Frieda.