As Benton and Amanda see a large car pull up to the estate; both groan as the occupants get out both furry and not concerned that it is daylight. Approaching the front entrance was a black furred were-panther with noticeable streaks of grey through his fur and a silver furred were-panthress. With holding each other’s paws as they quickly walk to the house.
Amanda was the first to speak; “really, in the middle of the day, you have to stroll about outside in your fursona?”
“And a hello you to you too,” Esmerelda clucks; “still have that stick up your ass last time we were together I see.”
“And It’s clear the sun and island life,” Amanda snarling; “has clearly addled your brains.”
“Oh enough of this,” the elder were-panther snorting; “we are miles from your nearest neighbor, who is a were like us. The only way any one could see us is with a satellite or one of those drone toys.”
“Amanda does have a point dad,” Benton sighing; “but it’s clear you two will never change, so get inside before the pizza delivery driver gets here. Just in case he happens to be a normal; we don’t want an awkward scene now.”
As Anton and Esmerelda head inside, both are shocked at what has become of their old house.
“What the hell did you do son,” Anton looking at the gaudy decorations and awful paint scheme.
“That is Amanda’s doing,” Benton sighing; “but I did have some rooms changed and expanded. I added a new addition. All new flooring and its heated, so no getting out of bed and cringing as your paw pads make contact with a cold floor.”
“What happen to all the curtains,” Esmerelda looking at the windows; “why is there no privacy?”
“The windows are tinted and polarized,” Benton escorting his parents to the kitchen; “no one can see inside, so being furry and staring out the window drinking coffee isn’t an issue.”
“Then why are you not in your were-panther form son,” Anton asking.
“Someone needs to remain human looking for when the pizza arrives,” Benton answering.
“Grampa,” Frieda running into the kitchen and nearly jumping on the elder were.
“Woah,” Anton catching Frieda in mid leap; “easy their kiddo, now let me get a look at you.”
Staring at his granddaughter, Anton can’t help but notice, she has the same fiery red hair as Amanda. Only Frieda’s hair is curly and wilder looking, whereas Amanda’s hair is straight and tamed. Seeing Frieda’s green eyes and knowing that Amanda and Benton each have hazel eyes; Anton looks at Benton as Frieda grins.
“Both my friends have the same green eyes,” Frieda speaking up; “they are here as well. Eric Spencer come here and join us!”
Eric and Spencer enter the kitchen; neither batting an eye as they see two were’s in their fursonas. Anton and Esmerelda immediately pick up that Eric is a were-panther but Spencer’s scent confuses them. They know she is a were, but the scent is both wolf and feline.
“I’m Eric Anderson,” Eric speaking up.
“Spencer Lawson,” Spencer stating.
“Lawson,” Anton looking surprised; “are you related to a Mike Lawson?”
“He is my grandfather,” Spencer answers; “why, do you know him?”
“Hell yeah,” Anton laughing; “he and I served in the first world war.”
“Grandpa never talked about his time in Europe much,” Spencer answering; “most of his military tales were fighting in Iwo-Jima and Okinawa.”
“Well getting shot at by a German made Maxim machine gun while going over a trench into no man’s land disagreed with me,” Anton answering; “it’s why I never made a career of it.”
“And I’m glad for it,” Esmerelda speaking; “I would have been beside myself if you never made it back home from that nasty affair.”
“So,” Anton changing the topic; “let’s see your fursona’s”
“Oh,” Amanda huffing; “can that not wait?”
“I want to see my granddaughter,” Anton answering; “the real her and what her friends really look like.”
Eric, Spencer and Frieda each grin as they all quickly shed their clothes and shift in their Fursona’s. Spencer in her black furred werewolf/panther/feline hybrid gets a noticeable whistle from Anton. Eric’s white furred were-panther form with a light dusting of brown fur on his head earns an oooooh from Esmerelda. But it was seeing their granddaughters were-panthress form. Grey fur with the russet red highlights throughout gets the biggest reaction from her grandparents.
“To think,” Anton admiring his granddaughter; “that your father never had the forethought to mail a picture of you or two as you were growing up.”
“Just out of curiosity,” Esmerelda looking at Spencer; your fursona is very strange, as well as your scent.”
“That because I’m a hybrid were,” Spencer answering; “werewolf from my dad, were-panthress/feline from my mom.”
“I don’t think I have ever heard of a hybrid like you,” Anton speaking but then staring at Eric; “or seen a were-panther as unique as you.”
“Eric has only been a were for a little over a week,” Benton answering; “Frieda did the honors.”
“So you’re my granddaughter’s boyfriend then,” Anton speaking.
“And mine,” Spencer grinning; “Frieda is also my girlfriend.”
“It’s complicated,” Benton speaking as his father looks on confused; “better to hear the story from these three. Dammed if I or Amanda understand it.
“Let me guess,” Esmerelda chuckling; “Frieda being bisexual grates on Amanda’s nerves.”
Anton laughs; “that or these cubs are having more sex than them.”
“Dad,” Benton groaning; “can we please not go their right now?”
“Really,” Amanda huffing in disapproval; “why do you two constantly push my patience to the limit?”
“Because we enjoy doing it,” Esmerelda chuckling; “but me more than Anton.”
“So where is Lance,” Anton speaking; “where is my other son?”
“Busy with council business as the were-panther rep,” Benton answers; “he and his girlfriend will be by later.”
“I thought you were the were-panther rep,” Esmerelda asking; “what happened.”
“Another story you need to hear,” Benton sighing; “but that can wait until after Lance gets here.”