Spencer Lawson was upstairs in her bedroom, brushing out her fur, when her cellphone chimed receipt of an incoming text.
Well, at least the phones are back online, she realized, moving to see who sent her a message.
A smile crossed Spencer's muzzle and she felt a familiar wetness start to form between her legs as she read the text.
I'M IN UR BACKYARD. CAN U COME OUT & "PLAY"?—MORGAN.
Then Spencer checked the time. It was approaching 9:30.
There was still a couple of hours before her midnight curfew, but knew she would have to do things properly to avoid getting in trouble.
Morgan Barr paced across the open "field" that composed the Lawson's backyard, for very few were families in Moon Lake believed in backyard fences.
Morgan knew he had the right place between the surname on the mailbox out front and smelling Spencer's special scent all over the property.
He had a fantastic experience helping her in a dire time of need last night "extinguishing" her heat cycle* for, being a hybrid were; Spencer felt the yearning of sexual relief for the werecat, werewolf, and werepanthress sides of her unique physiology all at the same time.
Yet in a way she had helped him too for, being home schooled because his mother didn't believe in vaccinations, Morgan had very little social interaction with other teenagers and could still count the number of times he's had sex since his first transformation on one paw.
But something even more wonderful had happened last night.
Morgan had made a friend.
A friend who not only brought others over to meet him today**, but someone who wanted to see him again too.
Now his werewolf ears rose at the sound of the backdoor opening and someone coming outside.
He stood straight, ready to greet her, but was shocked to see a much larger pure bred werewolf approaching him.
"Hello. I'm Spencer's father, Evan Lawson," said the other lupine, holding out his paw.
"M-Morgan Barr, sir. Pleased to meet you," he said, returning the handshake.
"Kind of late to be calling, isn't it?" Evan asked, getting right to the point.
"Depends upon your perspective, sir," Morgan replied, not hesitating to answer. "For a normal human, probably. For a high school student, maybe. But a were?" and with that, the teenage werewolf just shrugged his furry shoulders.
"Yeah," said Evan, shaking his head in agreement. "I do want to thank you for helping my daughter out last night*," he added, since he had made the arrangements through his pack Alpha and had not actually met Morgan before now, "but I would like to know what your intentions are toward Spencer."
"My intentions sir?" Morgan had seen this situation on TV shows before. A parent questioning the hopeful boyfriend to discover what he had planned for their daughter, but never thought he'd actually be in one himself.
"Yes," answered Evan, staring at him.
Be careful, Morgan cautioned himself. Spencer said her dad's an ex-Navy SEAL! Considering how muscular he looked for a male werewolf in the prime of life...
"Well, long term, I honestly don't know," admitted Morgan. "Being home schooled, I've never had much social interaction with others outside of a couple of neighbors, extended family and pack meetings; so this is all pretty new to me. With your permission, I'd like to take this one day at a time and see where things go. At the very least, I'm hoping that your daughter and I will become close, long term friends."
"With benefits?" asked Evan bluntly.
Morgan swore for a brief moment, he could see the other werewolf's muzzle turn into a silent snarl, showing lots of potentially sharp teeth.
It was all he could do to not give in to his "flight or fight" reflex, for neither response would be appropriate in this situation.
Instead, Morgan took a deep breath and said, "Isn't that up to her, sir?"
Evan stared at the young man before him. Nothing more than a pup in his eyes.
Yet there was something about this werewolf that might be good for Spencer, considering that she had very little interaction with other weres before he honorably retired from the Navy and moved his family to Moon Lake.
Much to Morgan's relief, Mister Lawson smiled and let out a low wolf whistle.
With that, the backdoor opened again and Spencer came out in all her furry beauty.
Both males could tell it was all she could do to keep from physically running toward them, trying to act calm as she causally walked in their direction.
Evan Lawson didn't let on that he saw the smile that passed between his daughter and potential beau as she approached.
"He's okay," Evan said as Spencer drew near.
Then he turned back to face Morgan. "If I ever hear of you mistreating or hurting her..." he said in a menacing growl.
"Never!" swore Morgan, raising his right paw and doing his best to keep his bowels in check.
"Good." Then Evan turned back to face his daughter. "Midnight," was all he said to her, before going back inside.
Morgan Barr and Spencer Lawson stared at each other for a long time after her father had left.
Then a smile crossed her muzzle as she finally broke the ice by saying, "Congratulations. You passed."
With that, Spencer embraced Morgan and gave the werewolf a very passionate kiss, to which he responded to, much to her delight!
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*In our past episode "You Scratch My Itch..."
**In our past episode "Mers, Wolves, and Hybrids, Oh-My!"—tmw.