At Lance’s bungalow; the sun was just starting to rise. The early morning light peeking through windows, slowly stirs the were-panther sleeping soundly next to his were-tigress mate. Opening his feline eyes to see Lila snuggled firmly next to him; Lance could not help but smile as his kisses her awake. Placing a paw to her crotch and slowly massaging the pink button acting as sentry to Lila’s tunnel; Stirring Lila awake.
“Well that is one way to wake me up,” Lila purring; “Morning Lance.”
“Good morning my sexy tigress,” Lance purring; “sleep well?”
“Dreamily,” Lila purrs; “last night was magical.”
*****
After bidding his parents a good night; Lance was soon pounced upon by Lila as she was eager to feel his feline member buried in her. Lance wasting no time as he wrestled her onto the bed; each flipping the other over. Raking their backsides with their claws; enough to draw blood and allowing their bodies to heal seconds later. Lance eventually wins the struggle to be on top; looking at Lila who smiles, spreading her legs inviting her were-panther lover in her.
Needing no further encouragement; Lance grins as he slowly guides his feline penis and spreads Lila engorged and aroused lips as he pushes in. Lila sighing as she feels her self being filled by her lovers steely shaft. Eager to keep him locked in; she wraps her legs around Lance as he thrusts with wild abandon. Both yowling as they achieve their respective climaxes. Coming down from their post orgasmic bliss, both smile as they hear Anton and Esmeralda reach their inevitable happy ending.
*****
Both leave the bedroom to see Lance’s parents Anton and Esmeralda in all their were-panther glory also entering the hallway. Each smiling as they knew what the other couple did last night; unconcerned or ashamed at the wild rutting. Lance watches as his mother, a silver furred were-panthress walks to the kitchen, her tail twitching and swaying. Lance smiles as his father grins and shortly follows suit. Lila grinning as she takes Lance’s paw and both follow the elder were’s for coffee and breakfast.
“So,” Lance sitting at the kitchen table and staring at his parents; “what are your plans for today?”
“Ha,” Anton laughs; “I remember asking you that when you came out of your room with a girl back in the day.”
“Nothing like a little role reversal,” Lance chuckling; “to mess with your head.”
“Lance,” Esmeralda smiling; “don’t tease your dad like that.”
“It’s alright,” Anton placing a paw on his wife; “it’s not like we didn’t tease him when he was growing up. Lance,” Anton grinning; “I and Esmeralda were planning to visit Tachibana today. We are still friends after all; just been out of touch after retiring to our island getaway.”
“Were exactly is your retirement community,” Lila asking
“The only way you'll know,” Anton being serious; “is if you intend to live there permanently. Visitors are not allowed; it helps to maintain the secret of the existence of weres.”
“Unlike Moon Lake,” Esmeralda speaking up; “our island community allows for weres to be in their fursona throughout the day. Most remain human during the day,” Esmeralda looking at her greying black furred were-panther husband; “but we like be furry as much as possible. Feeling the warm sand between the toes of our paws; it can be quiet erotic.”
“It’s a wonderful place to spend your twilight years,” Anton grins; “and there are no normals present to worry about seeing you au-natural and furry.”
“Well populated islands needs to be well supplied,” Lila answering; “it’s too expensive to supply by air, so you will need a deep enough harbor. You can create one,” Lila thinking; “but that takes equipment and people to run it and maintain the artificial harbor, also expensive. You need a natural harbor if you want to maintain your communities secret.”
“What are you getting at,” Anton looking stern.
“Not many island in the Caribbean Archipelago that are uninhabited, or large enough” Lila quoting uninhabited; “have that. Plus Hurricanes tend to ruin a good chunk of the islands as their trailing arms brush on the land. My thinking is the were retirement community is more in the Pacific Ocean; somewhere in the Federated States of Micronesia perhaps.”
There is a dead pall as Anton and Esmeralda look at Lila cold for what seemed like a really long time. Anton sighing as he breaks the awkward silence.
“You must never mention what you just said in public;” Anton being serious; “the location of our retirement community is a closely guarded secret. One that can result in grave consequences if revealed; the consequences being the fatal variety.”
“So I’m right,” Lila answering; “if I could figure it out, then eventually anyone else can.”
“Never speak of it again,” Anton growling.
“Drop it Lila,” Lance speaking up; “my father is not one for repeating things. If he does, then know this; you touched a nerve best left untouched.”
“How about we go out for breakfast,” Esmeralda trying to diffuse the awkward situation.
“Yes,” Anton getting up; “let’s get some waffles and French toast.”
******
With Lance driving Lila in his Prius, while Anton and Esmeralda follow; both couples arrive at The Local Diner. Stepping out of their respective cars each dresses and de-furred. They are about to enter the restaurant when a town car pulls up. Getting out is Benton and Amanda Knight, along with their daughter Frieda and her friends Erica and Spencer. Frieda seeing her uncle and Lila and what could only be her grandparents in their human forms, smiles as she races forward to hug her grandparents.
“Well isn’t this a pleasant surprise,” Anton catching Frieda and picking the fourteen year old up effortlessly; “how’s my granddaughter today?”
“Hungry for pancakes,” Frieda smiling; “we tried making them at home.”
“But it ended in a food fight,” Benton approaching; “Mom, dad.”
“No greeting for me,” Lance looking slighted; “or for my girlfriend?”
“I’ll leave that for Amanda,” Benton helping Frieda down; “she has something to say to Lila anyway.”
“Oh goodie,” Lila rolling her eyes; “I can hardly wait.”
“Guess what Grandpa,” Frieda looking excited; “I caught a ten point buck last night.”
“You did,” Anton looking at Benton who nods while smiling; “what did you do afterwards?”
“Let it go,” Frieda answering; “afterwards a wild cougar tried to attack us. Dad had to kill it.”
“What,” Lance and Anton shout in unison.
“Let’s talk about that over breakfast,” Benton responding; “not out here.”