BACKTRACKING...
After Samantha and Frances Twist left the Andersons, they walked back to their place arm in arm, with Frances never bothering to change back into her human form since it was already well after sunset. If anyone had seen a fully dressed human female walking alongside a human sized feline wearing women's clothing, they would never think twice about it in Moon Lake.
But once they were back inside their house, Frances pounced upon her wife, laying a big French kiss on Samantha even as she started undressing the woman.
It was rare for Frances to be the dominant one. Occasionally Samantha would initiate their sexual escapades, but usually everything was done for both ladies' mutual pleasure.
"Oh yes..." Samantha purred, as Frances sucked on one nipple as a paw played with the other inside the open top and unbuckled bra.
Samantha changed into her werecat form even as Frances forced her down on to the living room carpet and stuck her head up Samantha's skirt. Frances used one claw tip to rip off Samantha's underwear before vigorously lapping at her wife's now very wet vagina.
Samantha managed to finish removing all her clothing from the waist up and started caressing her own furry breasts even as she shuddered from an onslaught of orgasms. Yet after coming twice in rapid succession, Frances refused to give up until Samantha came three more times before yelling, "I'm spent!"
Then Frances stood up over Samantha's prone body still laying on the floor, licking her lips to get every drop of her wife's cream off her muzzle even as she started removing her own clothes.
"Not that I'm complaining, but what's gotten into you?" asked Samantha, as she finished removing the rest of her outfit to fully reveal her fur clad body, even as Frances moved around to sit on her wife's face.
"Something about fighting and defeating that damn were-vixen," confessed Frances, as she reached down to caress Samantha's breasts. "I feel so... horny. It was all Martha and I could do to keep from jumping each other right there in their living room."
"Then let me help you ease some of that tension," purred Samantha, as she began eating her wife's pussy. Mrs. Twist used her paws to caress every inch of Frances' body she could reach, even as her tail stretched out to tease the tips of Frances' nipples.
Frances started panting harder, rubbing her juicy cunt against her wife's mouth and deep probing tongue.
It wasn't until after her sixth orgasm that Frances repositioned herself to simply lay within her wife's arms.
"That was purr-fect," she mewed.
"I aim to please," said Samantha, before gently kissing her lover. The Twists could taste each other on their mate's lips.
Frances just laid there, cuddling in Samantha's arms. Her breathing re-established itself into a normal rhythm, and soon Frances was sound asleep in her wife's arms.
Having finished his run, Ben came home around a quarter to eleven. He entered the house through the backdoor, since it faced the open woods, and was trying to quietly make his way to his bedroom, when he heard Samantha whisper, "Is that you Ben?"
"Yes," he whispered back. Using his werewolf senses, he tracked his mothers through the dark house and found them laying on the floor in the living room.
"Your mom's had a long day. Can you help me and carry her to bed?"
"Sure mom," replied Ben, before cradling Frances in his strong furry arms and gently walking towards his mothers' bedroom.
As Samantha picked up all their scattered belongings, she mused to herself, Sometime we've got to stop and vacuum up all these leftover rose petals from Martha's initiation.
Making sure the house was secure for the night, Samantha stopped Ben in the hallway long enough to say thank you and good night, before closing the door to the master bedroom behind her.
About three in the morning, need awoke Frances. She found herself lying in her own bed, cuddled next to Samantha's warm body, with no idea how they made it from the living room. Managing to untangle herself without waking her wife up, Frances went to the bathroom to do what was necessary, but wasn't surprised to find Samantha up and waiting for her when she came back.
"Want to talk about it?" she asked tenderly, as Frances resumed her position with Samantha's arms.
Frances spared no detail about everything her wife missed after leaving to go meet with the mayor at Moon Lake Hospital to discuss the Jenny Harper/Yvette Smith situation. Of how the Andersons, Ben, and her not only stood their ground to protect Eric from Yvette, but their combined efforts to stop and capture the rogue were-vixen.
"I'm very glad you and everyone else is all right," said Samantha afterward, kissing Frances gently on the lips. Then Samantha told her wife everything that happened from her end.
"That poor woman. Is she going to be okay?" asked Frances.
"The main problem is, even Akane doesn't know if there will be any consequences from prolonged incompleteness. Depending upon when exactly Yvette clawed her, it will be well over 30 hours before we can get the two of them together to make sure Jenny's fully transformed."
"I've never heard of a situation lasting that long before the new were was whole, regardless of species or gender. If you need my help..." began Frances.
"It's appreciated honey," said Samantha, before kissing her wife again. "When I last saw her, Akane was going to make arrangements to try to 'ease Jenny Harper's stress', as she put it."
"Any idea how?"
"Nope. We are trying to expedite matters so the two of them will be in the prison's safe room as soon as possible tomorrow."
Neither Twist knew of Akane offering Jenny 'relief' in the form of two single werefoxes to keep her company in the hospital's safe room, or that Harry Jenkins had decided to spend the night with his new fiance, becoming Moon Lake's latest werefox in the process.
Frances raised her head to look deep into Samantha's green feline eyes. "I'm not sure you're aware of this Mrs. Twist, but I fell in love with you the moment I first saw you. I have loved every moment of our lives together so far. I look forward to continuing to experience that love with you for decades to come, and if we had the chance to do this all over again, the only thing I would ever change is that we could get together and start sooner than we did before."
Samantha stared into her wife's eyes as she talked. That battle must have been more frightening for Frances than she's admitted to. Despite her tomboy years, she's always been more passive and loving than physical or aggressive. "I know exactly how you feel. Without you, I feel incomplete. I'm sorry I wasn't there to help, but that doesn't mean I don't love you with all my heart and soul," said Samantha, before kissing her.
"I know," said Frances, after their lips parted.
The two werecats cuddled in each others arms, their fur gently meshing together as one, as they fell asleep holding each other.