Nate Anderson and the future Mrs. Jean Talbot Anderson spent the entire afternoon within Nate's bedroom of the Anderson house participating in what seemed to be a were's favorite past time: rutting!
Now, the horny werewolf and his equally hot weretigress mate to be finally took a break to go downstairs and rummage something to eat.
Nate wasn't surprised to discover his parents weren't home, for they said that they were going out for the afternoon before his younger brother Eric told everyone about the CODE W*, but he was surprised to discover that Eric and his TWO (something Nate still couldn't quite get over) girlfriends weren't present.
"At least he left a note," observed Nate, spotting the piece of paper pinned to the fridge by a magnet.
Emergency babysitting gig for the Carpenters. Have my cell.—Eric.
"What's that... smell?" wondered Jean, sniffing the air. Her acute were senses ever alert.
"There is something about Eric, Spencer, and Frieda's combined scents when they get together and rut that acts like a powerful aphrodisiac," explained Nate, even as he closed the basement door that was left open.
"Really?" asked Jean, as a smile crossed her muzzle. "You know, it's been a while since I got to taste any feminine cream. Do you think Eric's girls might..."
"I don't know," replied Nate, shaking his head negatively. "The three of them have been mutually exclusive to each other since they first bonded. But if you're talking about the two of us having an open marriage like my parents and the Lawsons do..." he added, while wrapping his arms around Jean from behind and making sure his hard lupine rocket was nestled between her legs again.
"That might be nice..." agreed Jean, while rubbing herself against his cock. Then she turned around and added, "But I do love you and it's only your pups I want to bring into this world and raise. So if I do... stray a little, it will only be with the ladies," she clarified, before kissing him.
"As long as you're at least willing to consider sharing," said Nate, as their tongues danced within each others muzzles.
"Only as long as I'm the only one you ever breed," agreed Jean, as she reached down to start fondling Nate's cock.
The two of them were already to resume their carnal activities right there in the kitchen when the Anderson house phone rang.
After a couple of rings, Nate reluctantly answered it.
"Mister Anderson? This is the Moon Lake Sheriff's Office," began the caller.
Despite being a hot blooded were, Nate's blood ran cold as he said, "Actually, this is Nathaniel Anderson, their oldest son. Is everything all right?"
Having excellent (were) hearing, Jean stopped what she was doing as the caller replied, "All I've been told sir is to locate your parents and have them go to the Knight estate immediately."
ERIC! was Nate's first thought, as he instantly defurred and ran to get dressed, with Jean close behind him.
MEANWHILE...
"He's lovely!" declared Martha Anderson, staring at her friend Maggie Lawson as she nursed her new pup Evan Junior.
"Labor wasn't the great experience I hoped for, but you can't argue with the end results," said Maggie, still in her hybrid werepanther/cat form since giving birth.
"I'm sure the creation part was pretty fun though," said William Anderson, which got a scowl from both ladies.
"We've talked about having another kid," admitted Martha, "but decided to wait until both boys were at least out of high school. Of course, that was before Eric and his ladies..."
"I know," agreed Maggie. "It was their... combined scent that drove Evan and me so wild we wound up with this little bundle of joy."
"Where is the proud father, anyway?" wondered William.
"Something about an emergency, and since you told me about the CODE W*...." said Maggie, as both William and Martha's cellphones began to ring simultaneously.
For him, it was the Moon Lake Sheriff's Office.
For her, Doctor Frances Twist, already en-route to where she was needed.
But for both of them, they soon excused themselves to rush to be with their youngest son.
CONCURRENTLY...
"Okay," began a deputy. "There will still be some formalities to go through, but for all intents and purposes, everyone will be in the clear as far as the law's concerned," he revealed, much to the relief of everyone present.
Still in their fursonas, George the butler was attending to the Carpenter children, while Spencer Lawson and Frieda Knight sat on either side of their mutual boyfriend Eric Anderson.
"If there was another way..." began Eric, staring out at nothing in particular. "But that man was swinging that crowbar around as if it was a sword or a baseball bat. Between that and the kids..."
"We know," said Spencer softly, as both girls hugged him tenderly.
"Hunting game is one thing. But this was a human life," realized Eric.
"A human that wouldn't of thought twice about killing either you or the kids," pointed out Frieda, trying to remain calm. If something had happened to them or our man... as she looked at Spencer, who simply nodded silently in agreement.
"The sooner the law deals with this Freddie the Shark and all his goons are locked up, the better!" swore Spencer.
"Off the record, you're not the only one who feels that way," the deputy confided.
"Can everyone excuse me for a moment?" asked Eric, as he started to get up off the couch.
But Eric barely took two steps away from everybody before he started throwing up.
"I'll go get a mop," said George the butler calmly, tightening the sash of his bathrobe before leaving the room.
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*A state of emergency in Moon Lake where no were can be in public in their fursonas, not even after dark.—tmw.