While all of this was going on with Tom Herald and Alice Stevens, another couple was seriously looking forward to their upcoming visit to Moon Lake.
"I cannot believe that by the end of this weekend, you will finally be a were," purred Marci Green, holding her loving, but for now still human, husband in her furry werecat arms. She was wearing her thick, heavily insulated gloves so there would be no risk of accidentally scratching him.
"I waited this long, another day or two I can tolerate," replied her husband and FBI Agent Ted Green, "but I must admit that I will miss moments like this, for I love the sensation of your soft fur rubbing against my naked body," he added, while stroking her back and teasing Marci with gentle caresses.
"We can still do this any time you want to," Marci promised, sealing her words with a kiss, "but imagine how much better it will be when your pelt is rubbing against mine."
"I can't wait," said Ted in return, before he started licking her furry neck, which he knew was a turn on for her.
"If only werecats weren't at least bi, if not outright gay, I would have turned you myself ages ago," moaned Marci, even as she felt the pleasure of an orgasm ravish her body. "But I love you too much to risk having to share or outright lose you."
"I know, but it won't be much longer now. Samantha Twist promised to meet us at the Town Hall when we get into Moon Lake tomorrow afternoon, and set everything up for that night."
"Well, at least I'll be able to participate, because it's been a while since I've tasted any lady cream," mewed his wife, before moving downward to start licking his cock with her tongue. "After you've completed your first transformation, we can have a grand threesome with whoever does the honors. By the way, have you decided yet which feline based were you want to become?" asked Marci, between licks, because some time after he became a were, the Greens still wanted to have children.
"Not quite. I'm still torn between lion and tiger," admitted her husband. "Is there any way I could be like, a liger or a toin? You know, some combination of the two?"
"Sadly, not that I'm aware of," she replied, as her tongue raced from going around the rim of his penis head to teasing its open slit. "As long as you're still the man I love and married, I'll be happy either way, but you will have to choose one before the fun starts."
"I know," agreed Tom, as he felt himself spurting hot blasts of man cream all over his wife's face and muzzle, which Marci eagerly licked up.
When they were done, Marci the werecat cozied up to her naked husband with her furry back to his hairy chest as they started to fall asleep.
"Good night sweetheart," the happy couple seemed to say in unison, as Marci's tail twitched in happiness until they were lost to slumber.
BACK IN SEATTLE...
Tom Herald wasn't sure what to do.
He had feelings for Alice Stevens he couldn't deny.
He wanted to be with her.
But as a werefox???
Of course, the voice that claimed to be his "inner were" wasn't helping any.
Even if it's only temporary, I seriously hope you know what you're doing mate, replied the voice in Tom's head with its British accent. Alice has laid everything on the line for you. Not just her own life, but the lives of every were creature on this planet because of her feelings for you. If you betray them, let alone break Alice's heart...
"I know," Tom replied angrily, while entering his dingy apartment.
There was beer in the fridge, but as much as he might need one right now, Tom didn't want to risk getting drunk and making a potentially bad situation even worse.
He seriously thought about digging out his DVD copy of Walt Disney's version of "Robin Hood", which was allegedly the catalyst for the creation of his inner were from his childhood desires for a foxy Maid Marion of his own, but Tom felt he seriously needed to deal with some "reality" right now instead of "fantasy".
Not knowing what else to do, Tom went to bed and hoped for a good night's sleep.
Yet that would be the last thing he received this night.