An elderly couple arrives at the Knight estate with a large paper bag of groceries and a brace of rabbits freshly hunted despite it being the day time. Entering the house they immediately shift into there were-panther fursonas.
“Are you sure about this Anton,” the silver furred were-panthress placing the bag of groceries on the kitchen table; “do you even remember the recipe?”
“Of course I remember the recipe,” the black furred were-panther with streaks of grey answering; “I was making it for us before Benton was born and after Lance moved out. Rabbit stew is one of my best meals to have.”
“But do you think Benton will enjoy it,” Esmeralda answering; “it’s not like we are hard up for money like we were back then.”
“It’s important to remember your roots love,” Anton skinning and gutting the rabbits in the kitchen sink; “our son needs to be reminded of that. Plus,” Anton grinning; “think of the look Amanda will give when we tell her what’s for supper.”
“Better yet,” Esmeralda chuckling; “tell her after she has eaten a bowl full.”
Anton laughs as he enjoys the twisted thoughts Esmeralda has in tormenting their daughter in-law. After cleaning the rabbit meat; Anton quickly dredging the meat in flour and tossing in in a pan to brown on the stove as Esmeralda starts cutting up the potatoes, turnips, parsnips and carrots.
“Did you get beer as well,” Esmeralda speaking; “you can’t make your stew delicious without it.”
“Got it right here,” Anton smiling as he cracks open the pint of Guinness in a can and pours some on the meat and lets it simmer for a bit; “Now where does Amanda keep the crock pot?”
“Does she even know what a crock pot looks like,” Esmeralda chuckles.
“Good point,” Anton looking in the cupboards; “help me find it quickly please; before the meat burns in the stout.”
“Just a second,” Esmeralda wiping her paws as she helps her husband find the item in question; “I think I found it.” Rummaging in a cupboard next to the pantry and pulling out a large earthenware oven pot.
“That will do,” Anton placing the pot on the stove top and dumping the meat in it, as well as the rest of the Guinness. Pouring in a second can of Guinness and adding in some beef stock; Esmeralda turns one of the ovens on to four hundred degrees Fahrenheit as Anton dumps the vegetables Esmeralda just prepped.
“So what will we do while supper cooks,” Esmeralda purrs as Anton places the crock pot in the oven.
“I can think of something,” Anton grinning as he turns to stare at his were-panthress wife; his member slowly rising form his sheathe.
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“Well that could have gone better,” Eric shaking his head while sipping from a bottle of water.
“I know,” Frieda texting on her phone; “my parents will at least be happy that Julie’s statue 1A trial is done. I don’t know how dad will react to the hundred and fifty year sentence.”
“So what are we going to do for the rest of the day,” Spencer asking; “I don’t know about you but I’m not keen on going to school for a few hours after lunch.”
“There is still that snowball fight,” Eric smiling; “Shall we head to your estate or mill around town?”
“How about,” Lance approaching; “I take you three back. I still have yet to say hi to mom and dad.”
“And introduce Lila to them,” Frieda smiling.
“That as well,” the black furred were-panther grinning; “shall we go now or do you want to hang around the council building some more?”
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Fifteen minutes later, Lance’s Prius pull up to his brother’s estate and five people file out of the small economy car. Frieda leading her friends as well as her uncle and girlfriend in the front door, they are instantly hit by the smell of meat and vegetables cooking in the oven.
“Oh that smells good,” Eric enjoying the rich aroma thanks to his keen were senses.
“Oh dad,” Lance grinning; “you didn’t.”
“Do what uncle,” Frieda also sniffing the air.
“I recognize that smell,” Lance chuckling; “and I can even taste it. Your grandpa just put some rabbit stew in the oven.”
“Oh,” Lila licking her lips; “that’s what I smell.”
“Its making me hungry,” Eric shifting into his white furred were-panther fursona.
“Same here,” Spencer growling as she too shifts into her hybrid fursona.
“So no snowball fight then,” Frieda chasing after them as she quickly shifts into her grey fur with russet highlights were-panthress form.
“I hope my dad cleaned up,” Lance grinning; “Amanda will have a fit if she has to clean up someone else’s mess.”
“Really,” Lila purring as she goes furry and assumes her were-tigress from; “perhaps we should make a mess ourselves.” Lila placing a paw to Lance’s crotch encouraging a meaty member to stiffen and grow.
“You dirty girl,” Lance growls as he quickly removes his clothes and lets his were-panther fursona out; “and here I thought our afternoon fun could wait until after we met my parents.”
“Perhaps it can,” Lila grinning; “what say we try and sniff them out.”
As Lila and Lance prowled the house looking for Anton and Esmeralda; Eric, Spencer and Frieda were in the kitchen enjoying the smell of rabbit stewing in the oven.
“Oh that smells so good,” Eric licking his lips.
“I know,” Frieda practically drooling; “I can hardly wait for supper now.”
“We still have the left over pizza,” Spencer seeming to be in more control; “lets finish that off first before you start drooling like a rabid dog.”
“How can you be so calm,” Frieda looking at Spencer; “when there is this rich smell of delicious food driving me and Eric wild.”
“Easy,” Spencer grinning; “I'm thinking of other things to distract me from the smell of cooking rabbit.”
“Like what,” Eric ripping into a pizza slice like a wild savage with gusto.
“Feeling your were-panther rod in my wet and eager cunny for starters,” Spencer purring; “lapping Frieda’s dripping sex after you service her.”
“Stop,” Frieda getting turned on; “stop before you start committing us to a nightly activity that will make us nap in each other’s embrace.”
“Not that I mind doing that," Eric thinking about what Spencer just described; “but Frieda is right, there is plenty for us to do other than rut every possible second.”
Spencer smiles,” it’s got you two to stop pinning over that aroma of rabbit now did it.”
“So do we finish eating the pizza,” Eric grinning; “and then a snowball fight then?”
“Sounds like a plan,” Frieda munching on a pizza slice; “but just so my parents don’t flip and freak, we should be out of our fursona’s and in clothes. At least while the sun is up.”
Lila and Lance find Anton and Esmeralda curled up in each other on the floor of Benton’s study. Lance smiling as he watches his parents softly purr, enjoying their moment of carnal bliss.
“You know mom and dad,” Lance smiling; “if you want to annoy Amanda good; I suggest coupling in her day room upstairs. All you’re rutting in Benton’s study is just going to give him an ulcer.”
“Is that what you think we are doing,” Anton laughing; “rutting just to annoy your brother and his wife?”
“It’s what Lila and I were going to do,” Lance grinning; “because the rabbit stew you got in the oven needs that added oompf just to make Benton and Amanda feel ill at ease.”
Anton laughs as he gets up; his wife Esmeralda also getting up. Both parents hugging there were-panther son and shaking the paw of Lila Carpenter as Lance introduces her to them.
“Perhaps we should talk over coffee,” Anton smiling.
“It will give us an ideal,” Esmeralda grinning; “as to what your intentions are with our son.”
“Oh my intentions are clear,” Lila not feeling embarrassed; “I intent to marry your son, rut him until he can’t stand and have him put cubs in me.”
“straight to the point then," Esmeralda laughs; "I like her already.”
“Told you,” Lance chuckling as he kisses Lila; “you and mom will hit it off swimmingly.”