"…with a weather front brewing, we can expect a moderate rainstorm to unleash upon Washington State later this afternoon. In other news; Frederick Parker’s status has be upgraded to stable. Still not out of the woods after being shot at; the mobster is currently in a medically induced coma. Meanwhile, the suspect identified as the man who tried to kill Frederick Parker was apprehended late last night after trying to evade police in the woods. Now in the custody of the FBI, he is currently sitting in a holding cell in the county lockup in Seattle. An investigation is pending as to who hired the man to commit this foul deed in our town…”
"How did you three get in here anyway?" Frieda Knight asked, staring at the Doberman puppies before her.
"Did they come in when your dad opened the door?" wondered Eric Anderson, before hugging each of the ladies in bed with him. "Morning my loves," he said, before kissing each girl.
"No," replied Spencer Lawson, the other side of this romantic triangle. "I got up a couple of hours ago to answer nature's call and they were already in here. I didn't see where they were bothering anything so I let them stay."
"My room has a private bath, so how did they get in?" Frieda wanted to know, as she shed her werepanthress fursona and resumed her human form for the day.
"Beats me. It's bad enough that we can't agree on names for them," answered Spencer, copying Frieda's actions.
Eric's werepanther penis grew hard and stiff, for he loved the ladies before him in any form.
"Down lover," said Frieda with a smile, before patting his cock gently. "My folks aren't going to like us being late for breakfast. And it's not that we can't come up with names, just that my mother doesn't like any of our suggestions."
"True," agreed Spencer.
They had suggested all kinds of possibilities in regards to the three puppies. Shaggy, Scooby, and Velma (or Daphne). Moe, Larry, and Curly. Groucho, Harpo, and Chico. The Doctor, Amy, and Rory.
All had been rejected by Mrs. Amanda Knight. When asked why, besides saying that none of the suggestions were befitting for dogs in the Knight family, she also pointed out that they were dealing with two girls and a boy, which prompted a new round of suggestions.
Archie, Betty, and Veronica. Scooby, Velma, and Daphne. The Doctor, Sarah Jane, and Leela.
All these and more were rejected too.
Secretly, Frieda had thought about suggesting Yin, Yang, and Whole. Her pet names for herself, Spencer and Eric; but thought it best to keep those especially for them.
"How about if we take a shower together?" suggested Eric, even as he started defurring.
"Nice thought, but we know what will happen if we do," replied Spencer with a smile. "Besides, I snuck one in while I was up earlier."
"You did? I don't remember," protested Frieda.
"Only because I refrained from going solo, because I knew my orgasm would wake the two of you up through the mutual bonds we share," explained Spencer.
"Spoil sport!" chided Eric, before coming over and kissing each of Spencer's breasts before she could put a bra on.
"Now now. At least one of us has to be the grown up around here," said Spencer. "Now go take your shower Eric. After all, don't you want to find out what Benton's private detective found out about piggy?" she asked, referring to Jeff Wilson, the high school algebra teacher and werepig that gave Eric grief yesterday.
"Okay," he said, his cock leading the way to the bathroom, "but don't you two start something I can't finish."
"Who? Us?" giggled Frieda, before giving Spencer a passionate kiss.
"Women," jokingly complained Eric, even as he knew the emphatic bond between them was betraying his real thoughts about Spencer and Frieda.
ELSEWHERE...
There was no denying that she had a rough night, but the biggest surprise of all was coming home to find her son asleep on the living room couch, still fully dressed and in his human form.
The poor dear must have been worried sick about me, realized Mrs. Walker, as she walked into her house.
She gently leaned over and kissed her son on the forehead, but the motherly gesture didn't get the response she was looking for.
"Patricia?" Brian Walker moaned in his sleep.
He really loves her, she realized. Then Mrs. Walker said, "No," gently, to which her son instantly awoke.
"MOM!" he yelled, sitting upright and staring at her. "Why didn't you call? I was worried sick and—"
"It was too busy at the hospital last night, so I never got to go to the diner. Besides, with all the police roadblocks, I probably wouldn't have made it there anyway."
"But why didn't you call?"
"Trust me honey, I wanted to, but couldn't," was all Mrs. Walker said, before hugging her son. "But I'm touched that you care so much. Now then, you freshen up and get ready for school while I fix you a quick breakfast. After that, I'm off for the day to prevent overtime, so I'm going to take a well deserved nap, and I'll see you when you get home from school this afternoon."
"Okay," said Brian, as he got up to go to his room.
"Oh. Bring Patricia with you if you can. Maybe we'll have afternoon tea together," suggested his mom with a smile on her face, to which Brian merely scratched his head with a serious look of confusion on his face.
MEANWHILE...
"Kai. Wake up," said Far, while shaking the younger white furred weretiger's shoulder.
"Grandfather, what time is it?"
"Almost 7."
"Don't you ever sleep?"
"When necessary," replied the older man, "and apparently the law doesn't sleep regularly either, for there are several black cars gathering at the base of Jack Crawford's apartment building even as we speak."
"What shall we do?" asked Kai, remembering not only what lied at stake, but Tachibana no Akane's unique request to them as well.
"What we must," was Far's solemn reply.