"That was a great dinner Mrs. Lawson. I don't think I can eat another bite," said Frieda Knight, while pushing her plate away.
She was sitting with Evan, Maggie, and Spencer Lawson. The four of them all proudly displaying their fursonas, since it was just them in the privacy of the Lawson's house, with the Code W* still in full effect for Moon Lake.
"Thank you Frieda, but if you're going to be part of our family, it's Maggie, and my husband's Evan," replied Spencer's mom, as her mate got up to start collecting the dishes.
"Well, between my feelings for Spencer, as well as Eric, everyone's parents have needed some time to get used to our unique arrangement. But I do appreciate your friendship and support. It's not everyone who would accept their child being part of a menage a trois," Frieda pointed out, before giving the black furred werewolf-cat-panthress mix sitting next to her a kiss on the muzzle.
"As long as the three of you are happy and never hurt each other physically or emotionally, this bi-were mix has no room to complain," said Maggie, sitting across from the teenagers at the dinner table, next to her husband.
It was hard not to notice Maggie was barely able to suppress a yawn.
"You doing okay mom?" asked her daughter Spencer, noting how tired she seemed.
"Your brother has a schedule all his own right now," replied Mrs. Lawson, referring to her newborn child upstairs. "I've just about got my strength back from giving birth, but the endless feedings..."
And then, as if on cue, the baby monitor sitting on the table between Spencer's parents started broadcasting the whine of a just awakened infant.
"Diaper or hunger?" wondered Evan Lawson, coming up behind his wife to hug Maggie.
"Sounds like both to me," she answered, while grabbing the monitor.
"Why don't you two go on upstairs, and we'll take care of things down here," offered Frieda, before Spencer could speak.
"You two don't mind?" asked Maggie, as she got up.
"No mom. You two go on. We've got it," said Spencer, as she started to rise from her chair.
"Okay. Thanks. Now you two don't do anything we wouldn't," said Evan, as the pure blooded werewolf took his wife's paw in his.
"And if you need a ride home Frieda, just ask," added Maggie, as the werecat-panthress mix smiled.
"No problem," said Frieda, as a smile crossed the gray furred werepanthress' muzzle.
With that, the adults went on upstairs to the nursery, leaving the two teenagers alone.
Frieda and Spencer started collecting the rest of everything and taking it to the kitchen.
"You're parents are so cool," Frieda said to her girlfriend, as they started cleaning up.
"Your parents aren't that bad," Spencer said, as they started rinsing plates to put in the dishwasher.
"Maybe," conceded Frieda. "My father's starting to come around, to a point. But you've always had a mom and dad, while I..."
"Hey. We make the most of what we have," Spencer told Frieda, while nudging her.
Frieda smiled and enjoyed the moment of her girlfriend's black fur against her own gray pelt.
"I haven't always been the ideal daughter my folks were hoping for either," Spencer reminded her.
"Maybe," agreed Frieda, "but in hindsight, our past contributes to our present, and as far as you're concerned Spencer Lawson, I love you just the way you are," she said with a smile.
"And there's no doubt in my mind or heart how I feel about you either Frieda," said Spencer, before initiating a kiss.
The two ladies stopped and embraced. Their respective tails twitching in pleasure as they wrapped their furry arms around each other.
Then, Frieda reluctantly broke the kiss and said, "We still have to finish the housework Mrs. Knight," referring to the fact that they already had their were-wedding, and were married at least as far as nature was concerned.
"Then we better hurry up Mrs. Lawson, because I can't wait to have dessert," said Spencer, while winking at her girlfriend, lover, mate. Despite what the legal laws of the land would say on the subject, both ladies considered themselves the other's wife, as well as Mrs. Eric Anderson. Eric considered himself husband to both of them, and the threesome wouldn't have it any other way.
"I wonder what Eric would say if he was here," said Frieda, referring to the white furred werepanther that completed their group.
"Tonight is just for us ladies. Besides, he'll have plenty in the future to look forward to," Spencer reminded her.
"From both of us," Frieda added, before they resumed cleaning up from dinner.
MEANWHILE, UPSTAIRS...
"Oh... Evan..." said Maggie, between a purr and a moan. "Keep that up darling."
They were sitting together in bed. She with her back against his furry chest as Evan's hands were in constant motion, alternating between massaging her shoulders and back while helping to milk her breasts as their newborn son laid in Maggie's furry arms and continued to suckle at his mother's teat.
"I'm still not up to full on intercourse yet," complained Maggie, "but I'll certainly make it worth your while orally later," she added, moving against him just long enough to confirm the existence of a hardened penis pressing against her lower spine.
"Anything for you, my love," said Evan gently, as he started nuzzling her neck.
BACK DOWNSTAIRS...
The two girls had finished cleaning up, dried their paws, and retired back to the living room to cuddle together on the sofa.
"When I stop to think of everything we've all been through since Eric's family came to Moon Lake and mine moved back here," began Spencer, recalling their adventurous past.**
"I know," said Frieda, nuzzling her furry body against Spencer's, even as one paw caressed her lover's luscious curves. "To think, if Julie Stovall had her way...***"
"No. We're not discussing that," said Spencer, before kissing Frieda. "We're here. The three of us have a bright future together, and the only thing I want right now is you."
"Then allow me Yin," said Frieda, using her pet name for Spencer. "Yang may not be physically with us tonight, but Eric will soon feel what we're up to through our special emphatic link, and with you two in my heart, I'm always Whole."
With that, Frieda started kissing her way down from Spencer's muzzle and neck until she reached her female companion's breasts.
A long series of kisses and tongue licks encircled both breasts before Frieda zeroed in on just one, paying special attention to the hardened nipple before she started suckling on it.
But Frieda's paws weren't idle. One was rubbing its way along Spencer's back, down to the base of her tail to play with it and Spencer's rear.
Frieda's other paw went directly to the quivering lips of her mate's vagina, gently teasing tender flesh with goosebumps and promises of more pleasures to come.
It wasn't long before a talented tongue was applied to Spencer's outer cunt lips, as Frieda kissed her way downward, only pausing just long enough to lick around the outside of Spencer's belly button as a hint of what lied ahead.
Spencer started moaning in pure pleasure, her tail wagging with each stroke of Frieda's tongue.
The Lawson lass felt her vagina growing wetter with every passing moment as Spencer raised her hips upward to meet Frieda's muzzle and encourage her to continue.
Frieda simply hummed as she continued licking, now pausing every so often to tease Spencer's now unhidden clit. A lick here, a short exhale of hot breath, or even a brief kiss as Frieda started drinking deeper from her mate's wet chalice, Frieda's hunger for more of Spencer's delicious female cream growing with every passing second.
"MORE!" Spencer moaned, encouraging her girlfriend to continue, even as her paws started playing with Frieda's ears and attempted to push the werepanthress' muzzle deeper into her cunt.
Frieda needed no encouragement, the urge to bring Spencer to climax just as frantic as Spencer's need to experience orgasmic bliss.
It wasn't long before both girls got what they wanted.
Spencer came and came, her whole body shaking in sexual pleasure.
Frieda drank even more of the free flowing female cream as her body shook in echoes of the emphatic link they share giving her not only the sensation of Spencer's orgasm, but triggering one of her own.
Spent, for the moment, Frieda crawled back up to look deep into Spencer's eyes.
She moved in for another kiss and as their lips met, Spencer got to taste her own cream straight from Frieda's mouth.
Their tongues danced between each other's muzzles, until Frieda just decided to lay and cuddle within Spencer's arms once more.
"I love you," Frieda whispered in Spencer's ear.
"I know," Spencer whispered back. "And as soon as I'm able to, I'll show you how much I love you too."
"I'm ready, willing, and looking forward to it!" Frieda said with a smile, before kissing Spencer again.
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*No were can display their fursona in public, even when it would have been legal to do so, until the "All Clear" is given to prevent the risk of were society's existence being discovered.
**Starting with our very first Earth 2 episode "Andersons 2.0". Considering that this installment is Episode #1034...
***Part of the long history of this series.—tmw.