Jack Crawford was sleeping soundly when he felt something disturb him.
At first he wasn't sure what it was.
Then, as he became more conscious, Jack knew what it was.
Someone was crying.
Getting up out of bed, he noticed his wife was missing.
Putting 2 and 2 together, Jack started looking around, and followed his werepanther senses to the bathroom, where his beautiful werepanthress bride was sitting on the toilet, crying.
"Kenya? Are you okay?" he asked, standing in the doorway, his werepanther night vision allowing him to see everything perfectly without any lights on.
"NO!" she shouted in return, between sobs.
"What is it?" he asked, moving closer.
"This!" replied Kenya, holding up something in her paw.
Jack approached and took it, not quite sure what the object was. Then, upon seeing the empty box on the porcelain counter top, knew what was going on. "You're pregnant?" he asked, hopefully.
"Look again!" she screamed.
Jack had to read the instructions on the box, and then take a second look at the device before he realized what she was angry about. "You're not pregnant."
"I've been off my werepanthress birth control pills for almost 2 years now. Not you. Not any of my other... dates. Not even that boy," she cursed, referring to Nate Anderson. "No one's been able to do it! Despite almost a constant heat cycle and the desire, I can't conceive!" she cried out. "Now you're going to dump me for someone who can bear you cubs!"
"No, I'm not," said Jack, getting on his knees to cradle his wife, who was still sitting on the toilet. "I'm rich beyond the dreams of avarice. We'll find the right doctor and—"
"Don't you think I haven't already been to doctors?" she shouted at him. "They all say the same thing. Something's wrong with me. My insides aren't pro-motherhood. Despite a VERY strong sex drive, I can't have cubs for some reason."
"So? I love your strong sex drive," Jack said, putting his furry arms around her. "Why do you think I kept requesting you so much when you were still working for that escort service? I love sex just as much as I love you."
"Really?" asked Kenya in disbelief.
"Yes darling," said Jack, kissing her. When their muzzles parted, he added, "We'll try the medical route first, and if that don't work, we'll find a surrogate to put your eggs and my sperm together in and bring our cubs into the world. That way, you get all the benefits of motherhood without all the pain and risking that beautiful body of yours."
Kenya just kept staring at her husband. "But what if my eggs are bad, or I have none at all?"
"We'll cross that bridge if we come to it. But I still have you and meant everything else I said. Now why don't you come back to bed darling. I'm starting to feel ravenous myself and would love to bury myself deep within your body once more."
"Really?" asked Kenya, as a smile started to form on her muzzle.
"Really. And if you're really horny, I'll even fuck you in the ass again," promised Jack.
"Why wait?" asked Kenya, as she sprang off the toilet seat.
Pouncing on her prey, Jack soon found himself pressed against the cold tile floor of the master bathroom as Kenya inserted his hard werepanther prick into her vagina and started anxiously riding him again.
Jack smiled as he reached up and started caressing her bountiful bosom, but his thoughts betrayed his actions. My wife, barren? This will never do! If medical science proves Kenya's fears right, then I guess I'll have to take more drastic steps to ensure my legacy and the future of the Crawford dynasty.
MEANWHILE...
"Congratulations dad," said Frieda Knight to her father in his study.
"Thanks honey," said Benton Knight, noting that his daughter actually used the informal term instead of something more formal like 'father'. "But for what?"
"Mom told me, you sly dog," Frieda said, before winking at him.
That was totally unlike anything Frieda ever said or did, but before Benton could question her further, his wife Amanda walked into the study carrying a bunch of paint samples in her hands.
"Which one do you think is best?" Amanda asked, spreading the collection across his desk top.
"Best for what dear?" Benton asked in return, wondering what decorating plans Amanda had this time.
"For the nursery silly," Amanda asked in return. "It definitely has to be a shade of blue, but I've already said no to whatever TARDIS Blue is that Frieda suggested."
"Nursery? Blue? As in... b-boy?" asked Benton, staring at his wife in disbelief.
Amanda just stared at him and smiled, but before she could speak, there was a sudden thud as a confused werepanther rolled out of bed and landed on the floor, waking out of a sound sleep.
Dazed, Benton sat on the floor and tried to clear his head. Finally, he stood up and stared at his sleeping wife.
Another child? And a boy to boot! Benton thought happily. We've talked about it before, but I know Amanda can't be pregnant yet. I saw her take her werepanthress birth control pill this morning before we went to the Labor Day picnic. But someday...?
Not knowing what else to do, Benton Knight just crawled back into bed and thought about the future until he drifted off to sleep again.
ELSEWHERE...
"Isn't this everything I promised you it would be and more?" the man asked.
"Well, yes, but..." the woman said.
"Still within the boundaries of Moon Lake. Isolated enough for plenty of privacy, but just minutes from everything our fair town has to offer, and large enough for... all those unique specifications and modifications you wanted too," the man said, before giving his client a knowing wink.
"I..." began the woman, wondering if she should make the deal. Then she turned to her companions. "What do you guys think?"
"I absolutely love it," said Spencer Lawson, while kissing her.
"I know we're still in high school, but if you can afford it and want to, I'd move in with you and Spencer tomorrow," replied Eric Anderson, before hugging her.
Frieda Knight turned back around to face the real estate agent and said, "I'll take it!" as a content werepanthress purred in her sleep.