"MOM!" screamed Meghan Davis as she ran downstairs, "is everyone all right? I—"
And then she stopped dead in her tracks.
The only person in the living room was her mother, who looked exactly the same as she did before Meghan went upstairs. Fully dressed and a bit suspiciously like a lioness in some respects, but perfectly normal otherwise, apparently.
Except for the fact that the television was on, everything about the place looked the way it should.
"Young lady!" exclaimed her mom, getting up off the couch and sashaying (stalking?) over to her. "What do you think you're doing?" she demanded to know, approaching her totally naked daughter.
"I—" began Meghan, as she felt her facial cheeks start to turn red. "I could of sworn I heard..."
"Heard what?" asked Whitney Davis, as she stared at her daughter.
"A lion," replied Meghan.
"A what?" asked Mrs. Davis in disbelief. Then it dawned on her. "Oh. An old MGM movie just came on the TV."
"What's that got to do with anything?" asked Meghan in return.
"MGM. Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer? A famous movie studio. All their movies start with their company mascot, a lion, roaring before the opening scene." Whether she believes me or not, I've definitely got to be more quiet the next time I Jill myself off.
"I..."
"Okay. What's the real issue?" asked Mrs. Davis, while putting her hands on her hips and staring once more at her daughter.
"I... that is..."
"It's Eric and Murphy, isn't it?"
"Well..." began Meghan, feeling her face grow hotter.
"Don't deny it. You're attracted to them. It's as plain as the nose at the end of your muzzle," said her mother.
Muzzle? wondered Meghan, but before she could raise her hands (paws?) to check her face, Mrs. Davis put an arm around her daughter and said, "Look dear. You're only a teenager. Raging hormones are natural. Why, at your age, I was wanting to get into the pants of every boy around. Then again, Eric and Murphy don't really wear pants all the time, do they?" she asked rhetorically.
"I—"
"I know I put you on birth control once you reached puberty, but that was more for medical reasons than giving you carte blanche to fuck everyone with a cock between their legs, although I can't blame you about those two. Eric and Murphy are h-o-t!"
"Mother!" said Meghan in shock.
"Do you have a favorite?" Mrs. Davis wondered. "Brains versus brawn. Always a tough choice," she conceded. "Now, if you ever find both in the same guy..."
"I can't believe we're having this conversation."
"Do we need to go over the birds and the bees again? Or maybe I should say the lions and the lionesses."
"Mom?" said Meghan, wondering what she was getting at.
"Look, like I told you before. There's never truly a right place and time, but there always should be a right reason. If either of them want to stick their hard, barbed rods into you for more than just the sheer satisfaction of fucking, then I say go for it."
"WHAT?"
"You don't want to wind up an old maid, do you? Or worse, still a virgin on your wedding night and be disappoint when you find out your new husband isn't good in bed, do you?"
"Mother, I—" began Meghan.
"Look. We still have a couple of hours before we have to start getting ready for dinner. Why don't you go back upstairs and take a little nap. Then you can use the bathroom in my bedroom to get ready. After all, you're already dressed for a shower or a long bubble bath," pointed out Mrs. Davis.
That's when Meghan looked down and remembered she was still naked.
Meghan started trying to cover herself up with her hands and...
...that's when she woke up in her own bed within her own bedroom, stark naked on top of the covers.
What the– Meghan started to say, then smelled something... interesting.
She raised her hand and sniffed deeply, before realizing that she had played with herself, and must of dozed off after a really intense, self induced orgasm.
Puzzled, she went to her closed window and looked out, but Meghan couldn't see hide nor fur of Eric and Murphy. They're either inside their house or out somewhere else, she realized.
Needing to answer nature's call, Meghan put on some shorts and a t-shirt (absolutely no underwear) and strode out of her room to go use the hall bathroom.
But as she started passing her sisters rooms, Meghan('s acute lioness ears?) heard an interesting sound.
Within the privacy of their respective bedrooms, each of her sisters was playing with themselves!
It sounded like even her youngest sister had figured out what to do and was starting to become quite adept at the practice, judging by her moans of pleasure.
Just what the hell is going on around here? Meghan wondered, while entering the bathroom and locking the door behind her.
After taking care of business, Meghan went to wash her hands (paws?) when she stopped and looked at herself in the medicine cabinet mirror.
The lion tooth necklace around her (furry? Shouldn't it be furry? Why isn't it furry?) neck was glowing a vibrant shade of green.
The same shade of green as her new, feline shaped eyes!