Ben Just stares at the were-leopard; looking at her sex dripping both her own juices and the cream that Nate has been filling her with throughout the afternoon. It is clear that some part of him was curious for his lupine member was rising from his sheath. Whether it was the sight of the aroused female offering her to him or the intense smell of sex wafting up to him; Ben just turns around and walks away without saying a word.
“Ah shit,” Nate grumbles. Looking at Liv, “I have to catch up with him; we’ll talk later.” Nate leaps out of the exterior entrance and chases after Ben shouting, “Wait up!”
******
After talking with the Twists’s regarding his brother; Lance Knight arrived at a Thai restaurant that provided take out. Placing an order for some Khao soi (Northern Thai curry noodles), Khao na pet (Red roast duck on rice) and some Karipap (Curry puffs); Lance looks at the messages regarding some article decisions concerning Moon Lake Gazette. Agreeing to a few of the changes, he responds to some of the requests with an ‘I’ll decide once I review the changes’ response. Noticing his order is ready; Lance pays and takes his takeout back to his Prius.
Minutes later, Lance pulls up to his drive way to see and unfamiliar car parked in it. Seeing that it is loaded with bags of clothes from Awareness and a Big Box Store; Lance cautiously enter his home, ready to shift at a moment’s notice. He head inside to see a woman waiting in his kitchen playing with her phone and the sound of two individuals clearly rutting in the spare room. Hearing that one of the individuals was his niece Frieda; Lance relaxes as he closes his door, the woman looking up to see him.
“Are you,” Martha about to finish but is interrupted.
“Lance Knight,” he answers; “Frieda and-“
“My son Eric Anderson,” Martha answers.
“Oh,” Lance finally recognizing the woman sitting at his kitchen table; “We sort of met last Friday at the hospital.”
“When my husband decked your brother,” Martha putting her phone away.
“I won’t deny,” Lance entering his kitchen and putting his takeout on the table; “Benton deserved that and possibly more.”
“I better collect my son,” Martha getting up; “I’m sure the two will-“
Martha was interrupted as she and Lance hear a high pitched squeal from Frieda and what sounded like yowling coming from Eric.
Minutes later two were-panthers come out of the spare room; both sporting smiles as they hold hands and their tails intertwined amongst each other. Lance seeing his niece puts him at ease; but it is seeing Eric in his fursona that makes his jaw drop.
“A white fured were-panther,” Lance looking stunned.
“If you think Eric is stunning uncle,” Frieda grinning; wait until you see Spencer at the were-panther gathering this Tuesday.”
“I can hardly wait,” Lance getting a good look at Eric. Noticing his eyes are just as green as Frieda’s; Lance realizes that the bond that Frieda mentioned early this morning at the hospital was real. Not some bluff to test her father Benton.
“If you don’t mind my asking,” Lance speaking to Eric; “Where your eyes green when you first became a were-panther?”
“After I joined,” Eric answering; “my eyes were green while in my fursona.” Looking at Frieda and thinking of Spencer, “But after last night; my eyes became permanently green, normal and fursona.”
“Same with mine uncle,” Frieda adding as well.
“Well,” Martha smiling at the pleasant exchange; “We should be going. Tomorrow is a school day. And you have a new wardrobe to unpack and put away, Eric.”
"Don't forget," Frieda speaking up; "Skype chat tonight Eric." Frieda grinning, "Stay furry."
Lance escorting Martha and Eric to the door; Eric with his clothes in hand, deciding to remain in his fursona since it is now dark outside. He watches them leave and then closes the door. Only then he sees the pile of bags in his living room; looking at Frieda “And just how am I to fit all that in my Prius?”
“Make two trips,” Frieda grinning; “the take out smells good. What is it?”
“Thai food,” Lance leading his niece to the kitchen.
*****
After running after Ben from their awkward exchange with Liv Robinson; Nate catches up to him to see him furiously stroking his lupine rocket. Watching Ben grit his teeth as his spurts his load all over a tree he was leaning on. Nate coughs to let Ben know he isn’t alone.
“Nate,” Ben looking at him as his member slowly recedes in its sheathe; “that girl of yours has some serious boundary issues.”
“Yeah,” Nate answering; “It’s something we are working on.”
“Have you tried a collar and a leash,” Ben looking hard.
“No,” Nate twisting his face in disgust; “Liv would probably like that. She's into kink and using sex toys. Hell, when we first hooked up on Friday, she tried to ride me and smack my ass with a riding crop!”
Ben laughs, “Well you sure know how to pick ‘em then.”
Nate laughs as well, “I guess I do; she and here were-lioness friend are something.”
“Wait,” Ben looking shocked; “you had a tricycle?”
“Yes,” Nate grinning and then sighing; “but not before my brother Eric had one when he became a were-panther last Tuesday and again Saturday evening.”
Ben grins, “Well now we have something juicy to talk as we both walk back home. I want details.”