William Anderson stirred, the werefox emitting a muffled "yip", until he realized his muzzle was nestled within the bountiful cleavage of his wife's chest.
Werevixen Martha Anderson started to stir awake as she felt someone lick and tease her rapidly hardening nipples.
"Don't you ever get enough?" she asked rhetorically, as she playfully ran her paws along her mate's head.
"Of you? Never!" declared William, as he looked up at her. "Where is everyone?"
"I assume upstairs getting ready for the day. After all, even though we're still under that dang were-alert, Samantha still has to be at the Labor Day Picnic today, and Frances will be at Samantha's side as her loving mate."
"And Greta?"
"Somewhere upstairs too, I imagine," answered Martha, looking around but seeing it was just the two of them in the Twist family basement.
"Good. She showed me a lot of things over night about how to please you better, but I'm glad all she ever did with that dildo was use it as a pseudo cock in regards to you ladies. I was afraid for a while there she might try to sodomize me," admitted William.
"As much as I'll take a fake one when the real thing isn't available, that sounds perverted," replied Martha, knowing that her husband was as straight as men came nowadays.
"There's a big difference between kinky and perverted in today's society."
"Oh? How?"
"Nowadays, kinky is using a feather to erotically tease and pleasure your mate. Perverted is attempting to do so with the whole chicken," he replied with a smile.
"Oh you!" said Martha, as a smile crossed her vulpine muzzle. "Just for that, you have to eat me out too, but hold the chicken."
"With pleasure," said William, as the werefox began to lovingly lick his way down Martha's fur to the tasty honey pot nestled between her legs.
MEANWHILE...
Joan Morning Star was still asleep, yet the pleasant dreams she was experiencing were now not courtesy of the mysterious draconian being that visited weres during their slumber, but of her own hopes and imagination.
"So what do you think of Douglas Junior if it turns out to be a boy?" she asked her husband, who was also the Sheriff of Moon Lake.
"I don't know," admitted her mate, while running a weregrizzly paw tenderly across her swollen stomach. As long as the child was healthy, they wanted to be surprised by the gender upon arrival of the expected baby. "I've heard of kids teased for being Juniors. Unfortunately, I did some of the teasing myself when I was younger," he confessed.
"You? A bad boy?" asked Joan in mock shock. "Go to my room immediately."
"I'm already there," pointed out her husband, for the two of them were nestled together on the king sized bed in the master bedroom of the Cooper Cottage, as it was affectionately called.
The place had been seriously remodeled in the last few years to accommodate both their adopted son Darrell Cooper (technically Douglas' cousin), to give Joan a private work area as she turned her talents to being a painter and authoress to stay home more with their children, and the impending new arrival.
"You know, we still don't know what Andrea's fursona is going to look like until she has her first transformation, let alone this baby's," realized Douglas, referring to their older daughter, the name being a compromise because as much as they both missed her, neither wanted to call the child Alyssa. "Just what do the children of a weregrizzly bear and a weretigress look like?"
"Purr-fect," replied Joan, as she snuggled up next to his thick fur coat, unable to change into her own fursona until after the baby was born.
"Oh Douglas, come home to me honey. I need you," moaned Joan in her sleep.
When she actually awoke for the day later, Joan would discover Darrell had already helped himself to several bowls of cereal while watching cartoons.
What she didn't know was that the slight headache she would wake up with would grow worse until her fiance was able to come home and finally consummate the were-wedding they had Sunday night.
But that happy event would not happen unless Sheriff Cooper and his deputies survived Fredrick ("Freddie the Shark") Parker's attack on the Town Jail later that morning in hopes of breaking his son out.