It wasn’t too difficult for the three to leave the picnic grounds to a more secluded place in the woods; with members of the skulk security force keeping an eye on the various town citizens during the Labor day picnic, ensuring everyone was following the were-alert. Yet news travelled quite quickly over what happened at the police station; Frederick Parker staging a failed attempt to break his son out of jail, many town folk couldn’t express their exuberance at the news of the mobster’s arrest. A few deciding to shift in their fursona, flouting the current alert; it gave Eric, Frieda and Spencer the moment they needed to slip away from prying eyes.
“Well that’s good news,” Eric quickly removing his clothes. Shifting into his white furred were-panther fursona, while watching Frieda and Spencer shift themselves. For Frieda, her fursona was a grey furred were-panthress with russet highlights. Spencer was a black furred werewolf/panther/feline hybrid. The three lovers eyeing each other lustfully, it wasn’t long before they started exploring each other with their furry paws.
“The were-alert will end soon,” Frieda growling happily.
“That means evening strolls in the woods,” Spencer chuckling; the other two laughing as well, as they understood the innuendo.
“You think anyone saw us slip away, “ Eric running his paws over each girl’s furry breasts.
“If they did,” Frieda moaning; “then they are about to get a show.”
Concurrently
Brian Walker and Patricia were just getting off the Ferris Wheel. Like many other couples, the two could not help but spend time on the slow ride making out. With both finding themselves aroused, Patricia with a smile on her lips half escorts, half drags Brian off into the woods.
“Where are we going,” Brian asking; being led into the woods.
“Someplace where we can have a little fun,” Patricia giggling.
“What kind of fun,” Brian asking questioningly.
“The intimate kind,” Patricia turning around; “this place looks good.”
Brian looks around to see nothing but large coniferous trees and dense undergrowth. Staring back at Patricia who is now out of her clothes and in her were-beaver fursona; Brian immediately knew what the teenager had in mind. Smiling as he placed his hands on her furry body; his body reacting accordingly to seeing the attractive female in front of him. It wasn’t long before he was out of his clothes and assuming his were-otter fursona. Guiding Patricia to the forest floor; Brian grins through his muzzle as he effortlessly gets his member into Patricia’s wet sex.
“Ooooooh,” Patricia moaning; her eyes fluttering as she feels her were-otter boyfriend thrust in and out of her.
“Now this is a way to end a picnic,” Brian whispering in Patricia’s rounded ears; “not some fireworks display in the nights sky.”
“My whole body feels like a giant firework,” Patricia wincing; “ready to go off at a moment’s notice. “
“Such a wonderful feeling,” Brian grunting; the moment for him drawing near as he starts thrusting faster.
The moment felt like hours, despite that it was only a few minutes from hitting the forest floor to climax for both. Patricia arching her back and sighing in pure ecstasy as she feels Brian’s were-otter member twitch and spasm in her; his seed gushing into her empty womb seeking the prize at the end of the tunnel. Patricia gasped as Brian collapsed on top of her; his body enveloping hers as Brian pants from the recent love making.
“You know,” Patricia enjoying the afterglow; “we still have yet to go on that roller coaster.
“I’ll give you a roller coaster,” Brian commenting; “a roller coaster of intense pleasure.”
******
Eric watched as Frieda and Spencer started eating each other out in a sixty nine position. Purring as he watched the two girls dart their tongues in and out of each other’s snatches. Their scents invading his nose as he grips his member; stroking it as he watches Frieda and Spencer writhe on the forest floor.
“The first to climax gets my pleasure rod,” Eric chuckling.
“And what if we climax at once,” Spencer pausing as Frieda continues to eat her out.
“Then its round two,” Frieda answering; Eric laughing as he watches the two continue to go at it.
******
“We should start heading home,” Martha sighing; “we need to get dinner started.”
“And get the boys ready for school tomorrow,” William answering.
The two sitting on a picnic table watching everyone going about their day; spying Eric, Frieda and Spencer dashing off into the woods. The were-fox couple knew what the three had in mind; one last tumble before they had to go their separate ways for the day.
“Should we wait and collect Eric,” Martha nibbling on some popcorn; “or just head on home?”
“Let’s head home,” William getting up; “we’ll text our boys to be home in a few hours.”
******
“I’m going to kill that fucking asshole,” Benton seething as he is sitting in the passenger seat of the car. Amanda looking at her husband and demanding the keys; refusing to let him drive while in his current mood. After Tachibana informed him and Frances Twist of Jack Crawford bugging their therapy sessions; it took all of Benton’s will power not to fly into a rage in front of the were-vixen.
“You are going to control yourself,” Amanda looking at her husband; “anything you do will only help Crawford achieve his goals.”
“Not if he is dead in a ditch,” Benton growling; “this goes way beyond trying to unseat me as CEO. To listen to my conversations with a therapist,” Benton raving; “my personal thoughts and feelings. No Amanda,” Benton looking at his wife; “this is inexcusable.”
“Listen to me well Benton,” Amanda snarling; “you will do nothing to harm Jack Crawford or his… wife. Let the council deal with them.”
“Then the council better make sure those two,’ Benton growling; “stay in town. If they leave Moon Lake; the skulk will not be able to protect those two from my wrath.”
“They have to appear before the council tomorrow,” Amanda starting the car; “if they fail, than the Luna Brotherhood gets sent to hunt them down.”
“Those nitwits couldn’t hunt down a wer-mer that slipped through the council’s paws;” Benton referring to Julie Stovall escaping from their clutches a few hours after being caught. Running right into the hands of Sheriff Cooper and the rest of Moon Lake’s police force.
“And the Seattle Chapter,” Benton scoffing; “is practically nonexistent because of it.”
“Then you might want to look at this,” Amanda handing a slip of paper to Benton; “it was on the windshield of the town car.”
Benton takes the piece of paper and read it. Seeing it is a recruitment ad for rebuilding the Luna Brotherhood; Benton was about to crumple the paper up before he noticed the last line on the recruitment.
‘All weres welcome. None will be turned down.’
“It looks like the Luna Brotherhood is dropping its werewolf exclusivity,” Amanda commenting; “once those at the picnic get wind of it, you can be assured their friends and family in Seattle will soon find out.”
“Yes,” Benton rereading the recruitment notice; slowly a smile crosses his lips. Grinning as he realizes he could put his considerable financial resources behind this; furthering his social standing while using the organization to go after Jack Crawford if he manages to escape Moon Lake.