As all the werepanthers present went to enjoy the free food, and other things, Benton Knight strolled over to talk to his younger brother.
"Glad you could join us Lance," he said, sounding like he genuinely meant it while shaking Lance's paw.
"Wouldn't miss it," said the younger Knight, while staring at Frieda and her friends, who were obviously the star attractions of this gathering, for just about every werepanther present was also glancing their way whenever they got the chance.
"Paper keep you late?" wondered Benton, trying to make small talk.
"Among other things," replied Lance, thinking of Lila Carpenter waiting for him back home.
"Is that why your fur smells like jasmines and you have pizza sauce on your muzzle?" asked Benton.
Thinking about the sexy shower he shared with the weretigress and the snack she gave him for the trip here, all Lance could do was smile.
"Is that article I suggested going to run tomorrow?" wondered Benton.
"Yes. On the business page," replied Lance, not mentioning the slight revision he made to it after the surprise visit from Tachibana no Akane and the White Weretiger. It will be interesting to see what effect, if any, Fred's article does have on the stock market tomorrow.
"Good," said Benton, not knowing about the editorial change. "By the way," he added, in a low whisper, moving slightly closer to his brother, "Liz Baker was asking about you earlier."
"Oh?" Lance said, looking around, making sure the horny were-panthress was nowhere about. "All she was ever interested in was sex and trying to worm her way into a Knight's good graces," one brother warned the other. "She kept making suggestions, but I wouldn't take the hint. Something about her rubbed my fur the wrong way."
"I know. Amanda set Liz on her tail when she tried to make a move on me last year, but for some reason she hasn't attended another meeting since until tonight's," commented Benton.
"I wonder why?" Lance asked in return, staring at the unique hybrid fursona of Spencer Lawson and the white furred werepanther that Eric Anderson was now. Word that there were new members joining tonight might have reached her, but details of their specific fursonas was kept tightly under wraps until now. So what does that wannabe social climber hope to gain by being here tonight?
MEANWHILE...
"This food's delicious," commented Eric Anderson, enjoying a sample platter of what was being served at the gathering by the catering staff.
"Yeah. I'm gaining a couple of pounds just smelling it," jokingly complained Spencer Lawson.
"Well, I know a good way we can all work off our indulges later," said Frieda Knight with a smile, while cozying up to her friends and lovers.
The gray furred werepanthress with a hint of russet highlights in her fur because of her normal red hair wasn't attracting much attention, having already been to several of these functions since her first transformation. That and the fact the other werepanthers feared what might happen to them if Benton Knight was told they had mistreated his only daughter.
But the black furred hybrid wolf/cat/panther mixed female and the white furred with a slight hint of brown on top male werepanther with Frieda were still drawing a lot of attention from everyone around them. The fact the three of them had the exact same unique eye color didn't help matters either.
"You know, being the center of attention is starting to make me a little nervous," commented Spencer.
"Me too. Can we go somewhere private now?" asked Eric, lovingly eyeing both ladies as his panther penis started to stir.
"Not until at least after the main course is served," replied Frieda. "Besides, if one of my friends on the household staff was still here, I would have asked them to reserve my favorite outdoor spot on the estate grounds for the 3 of us. As it is, we'll have to either hunt a quiet corner for ourselves or go back inside, and my father isn't going to allow me to leave until I've said hello to a few key people here."
"It's tough to be rich, isn't it?" asked Spencer, while moving closer to her friend.
"You better believe it," was Frieda's only response.
"Well, you'll always have us," promised Eric, while putting an arm around each of his lovers.
"Sometimes the two of you are the only thing that keeps me sane around here dealing with my parents," admitted Frieda, moving closer to her companions to enjoy the group hug more.
"That's what we're here for darling," said Eric, as both he and Spencer kissed Frieda's cheeks at the same time.
"Say, how can I get in on some of that action?" asked a black furred werepanther as he approached the trio.
Eric, Spencer, and Frieda all stared angrily at the intruder as their eyes briefly flashed in unison.
Without another word, the werepanther quickly walked away before he soiled himself.