As Benton was trying to get some work done; answering emails and returning phone calls for various business deals, he was finding it harder and harder to concentrate. The smell of the rabbit stew cooking in one of his wall ovens as well as the biscuits his mother was baking in the second was just too delicious for him to ignore anymore.
“Fuck that is making me hungry,” Benton getting up; the ten foot black furred were-panther walking out of his study, feeling compelled to follow his nose to the kitchen. Walking by the living room he peeks inside to see his wife Amanda playing that violent fighting game of Spencer’s. ‘I did say to find an outlet to vent your anger Amanda,’ Benton thinks; ‘but I wasn’t expecting that. Or that you’re actually doing better than my first time playing that game.’ Closing the door he continues walking to the kitchen; passing by the dining room to see his father talking to Lance and Lila. Not wanting to intrude he leaves the three be as he enters the kitchen.
“Mom,” Benton looking at the silver furred were-panthress; “is supper going to be ready soon? The smell of the stew and your biscuits are making me hungry.”
“How hungry,” Esmeralda smiling.
“Hungry enough to not even bother waiting,” Benton looking out the window; “and…. Where is Frieda, Eric and Spencer?”
“They came inside an hour ago,” Esmeralda answering; “they got some fruit for a snack and Frieda said something about relaxing in a hot tub? You got hot tub?”
“As well as an indoor swimming pool and sauna mom;” Benton reaching the house phone and ringing up the pool building through the intercom.
*****
Eric was sitting in the sauna with a smile on his face. His eyes closed but viewing the mental image in his head of both Frieda and Spencer, naked in their human forms and unashamed at displaying their womanly assets in front of him. Their pert C cup breasts and erect nipples straining and demanding attention as they tease and spread their legs exposing their vagina’s surrounded by dense pubic hair. Neither bothering to shave; for Eric found out that any trimming and shaving does not last long for it all grows back after shifting back from being in your were-fursona. Seeing both girls legs smooth and hairless when in their human forms; Eric wanted to run his hands up them erotically. But being told before leaving the hot tub that he can look but not touch until well after supper; He had to grin at them impishly as his member stiffens and strains wanting to spear and penetrate either girl before him.
“Eric certainly likes what he sees,” Spencer grinning.
“And I’m sure,” Eric smiling while answering; “that you are enjoying my…equipment.”
“Let’s not forget,” Frieda purring; “that six pack clearly showing and those chiseled pecs. Even out of your sexy fursona, you are quite the manly specimen.”
With each talking the other up; stroking the ego and building up the desire to be with each other sooner, It took Frieda a few minutes to realize that the pool room phone was ringing. Getting up to answer it; she walk seductively, giving both Eric and Spencer a little show.
“Hello, pool room,” Frieda answering; “today’s special is massage with happy ending.”
“I hope your not rutting in their daughter,” Benton answering.
“No,” Frieda smiling; “we are just talking dirty to each other.”
“Well finish up then,” Benton sighing; “supper will be ready in a few more minutes.”
Frieda hearing her father hang up, she looks at her mates; “guess it’s time to head back to the house.”
“Is it dark outside,” Eric answering; “I don’t feel like getting dressed just to go outside and then shifting once inside.”
“I can’t tell,” Spencer answering as she exits the sauna; “the condensation on the windows is making it hard to tell.”
“Let’s just do it,” Eric sighing as he effortlessly shifts into his white were-panther fursona. his spine extending into a feline tail; ears moving and becoming triangular and slightly rounded as they move to the top of his head shifting into a feline like muzzle. Whiskers grow as his bones crack and shift in his legs, turning into hind legs; taking on a digitigrade stance and his feet shift into four toed paws keeping him balanced as his body grows and bulks up; making a good seven feet in height.
“Dam,” Spencer cooing; “you are even sexier in your fursona; she shifting into her black furred werewolf/panther/feline fursona.
“It’s going to be hard to not want to jump your bones,” Frieda staring at Eric lustfully; “but we did agree, Spencer and I get to eat each other out first before you fill us with your cream later on.”
“Then shift into your sexy were-panthress form Frieda, “Eric purring; “the sooner we make a mad dash to the main house the sooner we eat and rut afterwards.”
Concurrently; as Benton hung up the phone, Anton come into the kitchen to check on the stew. Removing a package of frozen peas that was defrosting in sink; he adds them to the stew and places the crock pot back into the oven.
“Another twenty more minutes,” Anton licking his lips; “are those biscuits I smell?”
“They are,” Esmeralda hugging her husband in front of Benton; “freshly baked to.”
“Yum,” Anton purring; “Don’t stand their looking slack jawed, help me set the table Benton.”
“Alright,” Benton sighing as he sees his daughter and her friends leaving the pool room carrying their clothes as they are walking back in their fursonas; “there is still roughly twenty minutes left until sunset, could you three not wait until then?” Benton asks as they enter inside via the kitchen door.”
“Well,” Frieda answering; “you did tell us to finish up. We just assumed,” Frieda looking at her father; “that the thirty feet from the pool room entrance to here would not be a big deal.”
“Well,” Benton answering; “it would have been if your mother saw. Speaking of Amanda,” Benton looking at his daughter; “please go let her know supper is almost ready after you put your clothes upstairs and washed your paws.”
“Were is mother,” Frieda asking.
“In the living room,” Benton chuckling; “playing that fighting of Spencer’s.”