As the weretiger trio continued walking through the woods, Rich and Olivia followed the new inductee to were society Karen Charleston back to Tara Strange's cabin so they could drop off her clothes on the back porch.
Yet they couldn't help noticing how the latest weretigress of Moon Lake was behaving.
Karen took each step with great pride, as if she was a queen or a high priced supermodel sashaying down the catwalk at a high profile fashion show. Every few feet she even stopped and wiggled her hips, just to feel her new tail flex behind her.
Olivia looked at Rich and mouthed the word "Newbie," for no matter how low a whisper she might have tried, Karen's now more sensitive hearing would have heard her.
Rich just simply smiled and turned back to look at the new tigress, enjoying the show more than he was letting on, despite the telltale bulge between his legs.
"How late can we stay out?" Karen asked, stopping to let her new friends catch up with her.
"Until dawn," said Rich. "We can still be out and about after that, but unfortunately not furry."
"How much farther is it to the cabin? I'm kind of lost," admitted Karen, who had a lot more on her mind than keeping track of her path when she went out in search of Rich and acquiring her new fursona earlier tonight.
"Another minute or two at our current pace," he answered.
"Is there any bodies of water nearby? I'd love a chance to see the new me," said Karen, not having yet to completely view her new fursona.
"There's a few streams around. We can stop at one during our run to let you look," answered Olivia. "But trust us, you're a fantastic weretigress!" And if you were just interested in women too... was her idle thought, even as Karen continued swishing and trying out her tail...
MEANWHILE...
After another wonderful love making session between the married couple, Moe and Nichole Charleston went downstairs to rustle up a late dinner.
Neither was really truly hungry, except for each other.
While they weren't complaining about this new development within their lives, if pressed for an answer, neither Charleston would be able to say exactly why their sex drive had increased lately.
Moe fixed them sandwiches, thinking that would be the quickest available in case his wife wanted to resume their previous sexual discussion, while Nichole continued reading The Moon Lake Were Guide Book, or at least—that 's what she was calling the red volume that Samantha Twist had left them upon announcing that a member of their family would have to join were society.
"The werelions do sound interesting," she said, going back over that entry. Of course, Moe didn't know that her eyes kept lingering over the images of the male and female version of the anthropomorphic creature. Especially the man's muscular chest, beefy arms, and the virile organ between his legs.
Having served the sandwiches, Moe was about to sit down next to his wife when Nichole said "UT-OH!"
"What is it dear?"
Nichole held up her hand for a moment, making sure she read the passage right, before repeating it out loud to her husband.
"LIKE THEIR NATURAL COUNTERPARTS, WHILE MARRIED MALES ONLY ALLOW THEIR WIVES TO BEGET THEM CHILDREN... Who even says BEGET anymore?" Nichole asked as an aside before continuing. "MALE WERELIONS FORM PERSONAL HAREMS, OR MINI-PRIDES, WITH UP TO AS MANY FEMALES AS HE CAN PERSONALLY SATISFY."
"Really?" asked Moe in disbelief. He was grateful that he was sitting down now, for there was one part of him that took a great interest in that fact.
"IT IS ALSO NOT UNCOMMON FOR HIS OTHER WERELIONESSES TO KEEP EACH OTHER 'COMPANY'," she added, making air quotes around the C word, "WHILE THE MALE IS BUSY ATTENDING TO THEIR SISTER PRIDE MATES."
"Are you kidding?" Moe asked, while slowly reaching a hand down under the table to adjust his pants.
"What do you think?" Nichole asked, closing the guide book to finally see Moe.
"Right now, as is, I have no interest in anyone but you," he replied, reaching out to hold her hand. "Can't say that opinion would change if we do become werelions though," Moe conceded.
"Yeah, and while the book doesn't say for sure that the lionesses WILL do it, I've certainly had no interests in other women. Not even in college where such things would have been socially acceptable, at least among my peers of the day," added Nichole.
"I guess werelions is off our potential list of weres to join were society as, provided we do join," said Moe.
Nichole just simply nodded her head, thinking At least for now, as a brief flash of the male werelion image crossed her mind again. "But you know, you still should read this book for yourself at some point," his wife pointed out.
"True," agreed her husband. If I can ever get it away from you, was his bemused, but silent observation. "By the way, what does it say about weretigers?" Moe asked, as thoughts of their daughter Karen crossed his mind again.
Nichole picked up the guide book once more and was about to answer when Moe raised his hand.
"What is it?" she asked.
"I'm not sure," he replied, turning to look toward the back wall of Tara Strange's kitchen that faced out to the forest, where Karen went to go join were society.
Their collective nerves had been on edge ever since Marcus Gamboni had first expressed an ill-placed interest in Karen. While they were supposed to be safe at the cabin, especially with a sting operation set up at their house to capture the Gambonis once and for all; any noise, real or imagined, could be a potential threat.
The Charlestons were still tense and fearing the worse until proven otherwise.
So...
TO BE CONTINUED...