Melissa Jenkins had a wonderful time on the picnic with her boyfriend Trevor Tyson. Their budding romance was going well, despite the fact that at the moment he was a werebull and she was still a normal human being. She knew in her heart of hearts that situation would change, but not tonight.
With that, Melissa gently removed Trevor's hand, turned to him, and said, "Trevor, I need you to promise me something."
"Anything," the boy vowed, while staring deeply into her eyes.
"When our time, my first time, comes... I want it to be romantic. Special."
First time? Melissa's still a virgin! realized Trevor, even as he asked, "How so?"
"My mom, in one of our mother-daughter talks, explained to me that while there never would be the right time or place, there should always be the right reason," began Melissa, while putting her arms around him. "I'm not saying no. Just not right now. I want us to reach a point that when we do have our first time, it's love, not sex."
Trevor would later confess that he actually had to stop and think about that for a moment. While weres in general did have higher libidos than a normal human, and most group meetings usually ended in at least outright sex if not an actual orgy among the members, their brains still ruled no matter how much their sex drives made the jump to light speed.
"I understand," Trevor finally said. "Unfortunately, I can't return the favor from the perspective that for better or worse, I'm no longer a virgin myself, but when our time does come, it will be special. For you, and for us."
Melissa, considering everything she had learned about weres since moving to Moon Lake, had secretly suspected that Trevor wasn't a virgin, but questions concerning topics like who, when, and how many times didn't matter. Besides, that was in his past, and they were discussing the future.
"For us," she gently repeated, before the couple sealed their promise with a kiss.*
ELSEWHERE...
Harold Jenkins once more found himself holding Virginia McCoy in his furry arms.
But this time the weretigress was on top after initiating their latest bout of sex to celebrate their engagement.**
"When do you think is the right time for our wedding darling?" she asked, snuggling against her fiance's chest, while enjoying the feeling of his barbed penis still buried deeply within her body.
The latest weretiger of Moon Lake had to stop and think about that for a moment. Harold Jenkins had married his first wife Eliza in the fall, so in the end replied, "Either the Spring or Summer."
"It should be next summer," agreed Virginia. "That way we're out of school and can enjoy our honeymoon. It doesn't have to be anything fancy or expensive. We can just rent one of the camping cabins around Moon Lake itself for the weekend, although I doubt we'll get much actual sleep," she added, a comment to which Harold couldn't help but smile.
"Will Melissa be my Maid of Honor?"
"We can ask when she gets home tonight." Then Harold looked deeply into Virginia's eyes and asked, "Do you realize how happy you've made me?"
"At least as happy as I am," she replied, before kissing him. "The only thing that would make this day better than it already is is to hear Alice Decrux is now rotting in a jail cell for the rest of her life."
"I agree," said Harold, even as his paws started running along the seductive curves of his mate's furry body.
Then Virginia's tone of voice turned very serious as she looked directly at Harold and said, "You've got to promise me though Harold that we'll let the law handle that skunk of a were-raccoon and that, despite how tempting it is, we're not going to take matters into our own paws."
A part of Harold relished the thought of ripping the life out of Alice Decrux with his weretiger teeth and claws, but the more logical part of the man realized she was right. "I promise Virginia," he swore, before kissing her again. As long as Alice does nothing else to hurt either you, me, or Melissa.
AND A SHORT DISTANCE AWAY...
Having parked her car a few blocks from her actual home, the subject of the future Mister and Mrs. Jenkins walked cautiously through the woods to observe the status of the police surveillance.
That's funny, Alice Decrux thought to herself, looking through some shrubbery out at the street. There's no longer a police presence in front of either Harold's place or that skank Virginia McCoy's house. Only mine. What gives?
Alice, thanks to her lawyer, knew that the police were still investigating her over past... "incidents" concerning additions to the were-raccoon population of Moon Lake and the later paternity suits concerning the "accidentally" created children whenever Alice conveniently "forgot" to take her were birth control pills. While so far she had avoided facing any major charges, especially Statute 1A for turning a normal into a were against their will, she had too many beaus and children over the years for the authorities to turn a blind eye anymore and think it was all just "coincidence".
Did they clear or arrest that bitch McCoy? wondered Decrux. Either way, that would explain why the street's reduced to just 1 car right now, especially with that Harper-Jenkins wedding everyone in town is so worried about tomorrow.***
Before she was tipped off by her lawyer that the police were planning to bring her back to headquarters for more questioning, Alice Decrox had managed to make another batch of peanut brittle laced with "Love Potion #9". The powerful aphrodisiac would make a were horny and drive a normal human being to the point that they would take all their clothes off in the middle of the street and demand to be fucked right then and there.
I still have to find a way to make sure I come out of this mess smelling like a rose so the cops can't touch me, but whatever happens, if I can't have Harold Jenkins, then his precious daughter Melissa is going to suffer my wrath! vowed Alice Decrux, before sneaking away back to her car.
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*Sorry folks. While Melissa may be destined to become a werecow and the future Mrs. Tyson, I just didn't feel that right then and there was the proper setting for such an intimate moment, let alone her induction into were society.
**In our previous episode.
***To be featured in the Moon Lake, Andersons thread.—tmw.