As the coffee was brewing in the kitchen, Frances sighed as she overheard Ester mother her children a little much. With the cubs feeling a bit tired, Ester was helping them to the living room where they could lie down, when Amanda spoke up.
“Wait Ester; I’ll have George drive you and your children home. That way they can sleep better in their own beds.”
“Have Rick take a cab home,” Lila chuckling; “he still needs to be punished for getting drunk today.”
“Lila,” Ester looking at the pregnant were-tigress; “punishing Rick for drinking a little too much is the last thing on my mind at the moment. But I will give him a piece of my mind later on. Right now I just want to keep my children safe for the moment.”
“I’ll go get George,” Amanda getting up; “He shouldn’t have a problem playing chauffeur for a little while.”
**********
“You want to talk,” William looking at his were-panther son.
“I really don’t want to dad,” Eric looking glum; “I don’t want to relive the experience again.”
“Son,” William sitting next to Eric; “you won’t be able to heal unless you talk about it.”
“I’ve already talked about what I did enough tonight,” Eric shouts; “between Doctor Twist, Benton, the Sheriff and a half dozen of the deputies about; I’m done being forced to retell what happen.”
“Don’t shout son,” Martha sighing; “your father only wants to help.”
“Dad can help by forming a brute squad,” Eric growling; “run the mobster out of town. By force if necessary.”
Before William or Martha could respond to the extreme request Eric just made; both with their enhanced were-hearing pick up on what Benton was shouting.
“…an immediate Code: Omega on Parker…”
“Now what could that mean,” William getting up and leaving the room; yet before he leaves he turns around to look at his son. “We’ll talk tomorrow about what happen Eric.”
*******
Amanda talking to George asking him to take the Carpenter’s and their children home groans as she hears her husband’s raised voice.
“…an immediate Code: Omega on Parker…”
“Well that can’t be good,” Amanda sighing; “George please take the Carpenters home, I’ll deal with my husband.”
“Very well,” George resuming his professional mannerisms; “will there be anything else?”
“No,” Amanda answering; “I’ll take care of cleaning up the kitchen later. Just take the Carpenters home and get some sleep afterwards.”
George nods and gets ready while, Amanda heads upstairs to see what is going on. Being followed by Frances Twist who also heard Benton’s outburst from upstairs; Amanda just sighs as she sees her husband looking forlorn while taking his medicine.
*****
“You know,” Frieda sitting next to Eric; “Spencer and I know a way to turn that frown of yours upside down.”
“I Don’t think rutting is going to make me feel better,” Eric sighing; “the queasy feeling I’ve had may have passed, but right now I’d rather be comforted and held.”
Frieda doesn’t say a word; she just begins to massage and rub Eric’s ears, causing the were-panther’s eyes to roll back in pleasure as he begins to purr. Spencer quietly closing the door; she stalks Eric as he is pre-occupied with the ministrations Frieda is providing. Eyeing her target; Spencer licks her hybrid muzzle as she sees Eric’s pink member slowly peek out of it’s protective sheathe. Bending down, Spencer envelops the stiffening rod into her maw and begins using her tongue to dance around the shaft and tickling the tip.
Eric’s eyes go wide as he feels his shaft being sucked on; Staring down to see Spencer in her hybrid form giving him head; Frieda distracts him by taking a paw of his and placing it on her crotch.
“Just enjoy the moment Eric,” Frieda smiling; “we’ll make you feel better in no time.”
“Then get back to my ears,” Eric moaning as he feels Spencer suck and milk his shaft with great vigor; “before I blow my load.”
Frieda chuckles as she once again massages Eric’s ears with her paws; Eric murring in delight as he enjoys the double team of pleasure. It wasn’t long before he feels the all too familiar sensation of his orgasm building. Placing his paws on the back of Spencer’s head as she continues to bob and weave all along his shaft. He instinctively forces her to take the entire length just as he spills his seed into her mouth.
Coming down from the high they just gave him; Eric looks at Spencer to see tiny trails of his seed trickle form the corners of her maw. Smiling as he watches her lick her muzzle like a cat, he can’t help but chuckle and laugh for the first time since the home invasion.
“It looks like Eric is back to normal,” Frieda grinning.
“But now I’m hungry,” Eric responding; his stomach clearly rumbling; “think we can raid the fridge?”