Peter Talbot entered the house, but was surprised to discover it totally dark, without even a candle lit.
Not that he actually needed regular light to see by, thank's to his acute senses as a werelion, but something was off.
Although still in his human form, having just returned home from his job as a business manager, he paused to sniff the air, but smelled nothing amiss. There were no foreign scents or any other indications of trouble nearby, yet there was a tantalizing aurora of—
Suddenly, a furry figure leapt out of the darkness and pounced on him, knocking Peter flat on his back on the carpeted floor.
"Hello darling," purred a woman's voice, before she started kissing and licking Peter's face. "Did you have a good time in Seattle?"
"As well as could be expected," he said, returning the kisses. "Didn't want to stay overnight, but it couldn't be helped."
"I understand, but you're home now," said the werelioness seductively, even as she started unbuttoning his shirt and rubbing her lower half against his pants covered crotch.
"Where are the kids?" Peter asked, as he ran his hands along her furry curves before bringing them back up to caress her bountiful breasts.
"With your folks. Tonight is just for us," purred the lioness, even as she started stripping her mate.
Now nude, Peter Talbot started shifting into his werelion fursona even as his wife inserted his rapidly growing cock into her hungry vagina.
She slammed herself down upon him, taking Peter's leonine penis deep inside her with one thrust even as—
Karen Yuletide was startled out of her very pleasant and erotic dream by the persistent ringing of her cellphone. Groggily, she reached over and answered it with a sleepy "Hello?"
"Karen. It's Jenny. I didn't wake you, did I?" asked her dorm mate.
"Kind of," admitted Karen, staring at the dorm room clock that said it was well after twelve noon.
"Reason I'm calling is that I'm over here with Harry at his parents' house, going over the arrangements for the wedding with Keiko Tachibana. If you have the time, I'd can share them with you over the phone now," offered Jenny Harper.
"I'd appreciate that, but what if we meet for lunch instead. My treat?" countered Karen. "What with classes and that jerk Wilhelm's henchman screwing up our weekend, we've hardly gotten to see each other since Friday morning." Karen politely didn't add Jenny's counseling sessions with Doctor Twist between adjusting to becoming a werevixen against her will and the... mess her family added to the proceedings.
"Harry's nodding his head yes, so I'll be back at the dorm within an hour or so, then we can take it from there," promised Jenny. "I'm just sorry I couldn't get your input on the arrangements."
"Don't be. It's your wedding, and we're pressed for time as it is," pointed out Karen, not mentioning the potential danger from the Harpers coming in hopes of stopping the wedding and forcing Jenny to marry Dieter Wilhelm. "I'll see you and Harry when you get here. Take care."
After hanging up with her best friend, Karen set her cellphone down on the nightstand and looked at the pill bottle standing next to it. Within was an introductory two day supply of werelioness birth control pills she got from the campus dispensary. Karen knew the instructions on the label by heart.
Take a pill one hour before experiencing your first transformation. The second before 24 hours have elapsed after becoming a werelioness. See your doctor to renew prescription for daily dosage unless pregnancy is desired.
"Someday," Karen said hopefully, staring at the pill bottle, before deciding to get ready to meet Jenny and Harry.
MEANWHILE...
"The numbers just don't add up father," announced Peter Talbot, while staring at the computer screen. "To acquire the proper parts for that project would require more money than the client is willing to spend at this time."
"I see," said Leon Talbot, standing behind his son at the computer in the rear of his garage. With their current automotive restoration project almost completed, Leon and his brothers were still trying to decide what to tackle next. "If not for the fact the client wants the Edsel road worthy..."
"I know," said Peter, "which is why I still lean toward restoring the Tucker next. It sits on display in the Seattle museum and only needs cosmetic work that can be done on site, cutting expenses for both sides in the process."
"True, but it is also only a two day task at most, which would bring us right back to where we are now sooner than I would prefer."
"Perhaps, but at least the time between now and the next major restoration would not be spent idly," pointed out Peter. Then he grew silent.
"Something on your mind, son?" wondered Leon.
Peter paused, considering the question before asking, "Father, do you dream?"
The question caught him by surprise, but Leon didn't hesitate to answer. "Sometimes. Why?"
Then Peter told the "Lion King" of Moon Lake about his dream of the future with Karen Yuletide as his wife.
"Lionel and Petra Talbot," said Leon, contemplating the thought of someday being a grandfather. "Obviously in time Karen overcomes her reservations about werelions having what some would call an open marriage."
"True. But I have never had a dream like that before, let alone one so vivid. Did I see a glimpse of our actual future, or simply a thought of what might be?"
"I have never had what some call a prophecy dream, although I know many weres in Moon Lake do believe in them. But whatever you experienced overnight, it is still your decision to make," pointed out Leon.
"When the time is right, I shall make Karen my bride," promised Peter with a smile, before returning to his work.