Nekkid Weekend
by Winter

(deleted scene, the original ending)

About twenty minutes later, Martin parked his car inside the garage and got out, picking up a stack of boxes wearing Murphy's stylised fish logo on the lids. Ethan brought their bags from the trunk and led the way towards the front steps. As soon as the boy touched the handle, the door flew open and a grey-furred arm dragged him inside. Puzzled and a bit alarmed, Martin stepped over the threshold, but before he could say anything his mouth fell open. Hannah was kissing Ethan's face all over, purring loudly. And she was naked as a jaybird.

No sooner had he realised this, before a high-pitched squeal made him turn his head. Teresa came dashing towards him, and he just barely had time to shift the boxes to one hand before she threw herself around his neck. He caught her reflexively as she started spattering him with kisses and licks, meowing happily. The way she squirmed, though, made him almost drop her, and when he shifted his grip his hand landed on her rump. His mind froze. She was naked, too.

Teresa planted one last kiss right on her father's lips. Out of the corner of her eye she could just barely see her mother hug Ethan, and she smiled as her brother's head almost completely disappeared between her breasts. Only a twitching ear poked out. Just then she caught the delicious smells coming from the boxes Martin was carrying, and she forgot everything else. As she leaned towards the food, however, she began to slide out of his arm, and she could feel the fingers cupping her butt slip in between her legs. She didn't care, though; her nose was in charge now, and it was only interested in fish.

Martin reacted instinctively and yanked his hand away from his daughter's rear. But because she was still trying to reach for the food, he lost his balance and began to topple over. The boxes went flying as he wrapped his arms around her. Feline agility allowed him to spin around just in time to get her on top of him as they crashed to the floor, takeout raining around them.

Teresa landed on her father's chest with an oomph, before the speed of their rotation flung her off of him. She rolled over once on the soft hall carpet, then came to rest on her stomach. Right next to one of the largest Murphy's boxes. The lid had been knocked open, and inside she beheld one of the most beautiful sights she had ever seen. A large, whole baked salmon.

Its skin was glistening, and the sharp smell of the marinade made her mouth water. Any conscious thoughts she might have had flew out the still open front door as the most primeval part of her brain kicked in. With a growl she sank her teeth into the fish, its juices filling her mouth, and she snatched it out of the box.

On all fours, bare butt in the air and tail raised high, she scampered through the hall towards the stairs. If she could only get to her room and lock the door, nobody could steal this treat away. She heard thumping feet and angry outcries behind her, so she ran faster still.

The chase was on, and she would win it.