At the sound of the ringing doorbell, the six girls eruped into giggles.
"Shhh. Shut up!" hissed Sam, gesturing the girls into the adjoining room with his
handpaw. Claire, Dianne, Jennifer, and Jill quickly padded into the darkened living room,
disappearing until only their eyes could be seen -eyes which reflected the light entering
the room in an entirely inhuman and predatorial manner. Daisy and Liz followed closely
behind their fuzzy friends, their breasts jiggling comicly as they too disappeared into the
blackened living room.
Brad -the high school quarterback turned bearboy- positioned himself beside the
doorframe, ready to grab Connor upon opening the door. With the girls safely hidden in
the next room, Sam placed a yellow-furred paw on the front door knob.
"Okay, buddy. On the count of three," whispered Brad. "1--2--3." Slowly, Sam opened
the door, careful to keep the bulk of his leonine body behind the wooden door as it
creaked open.
"Sam? Uhh, what the hell's going on dude?" asked Connor, slowly setting foot on the
doorsill. "Connor, don't go inside. This is really weird!" intoned Mary, pulling at her
brother's hand. "Cut it out, Mary!" yelled Connor, lunging forward and pulling his sister
inside.