Honeymoon Bliss: Girasol, Rosa y Lirio en Puerto Real
(Sunflower, Rose and Lily in Puerto Real)

Hello once again everyone! Before we get any further, I would like to apologize for the extreme period of inactivity on my solo writing endeavors as of late. As much as I enjoy working with my good friend Major Mike Powell III on the stories we have done together, I feel that I should be able to write more frequently than I have on my own as of late.

I understand if some of you are upset that some of my stories have not been updated in quite some time, and I can only offer my apologies to that end, as I am currently in the process of updating them bit by bit, and as you might expect it is taking longer than I would want.

Regardless, I am firm in my stance of writing the best I can and only putting out for you to read what I would expect should the roles be reversed, however demanding that can be with my admittedly critical eye towards my work.

But enough of the self-deprecation, I know you all came to read the latest chapter of this story, and so you shall!

Be forewarned for those of you who somehow haven't gotten the memo yet, this story contains written descriptions of lesbianism, sexual acts, love between a futanari (girl with a fully functioning penis) and a tiger girl. If none of that sounds like something you would be comfortable reading, one, how in the world did you get this far before realizing this? And two, you have been warned if you dislike such things well in advance.

I also wish to state that in this chapter that a few of the characters will be speaking in Spanish, but since I am by no means proficient in Spanish and I will be doing my best to keep any Spanish used to a minimum. Thank you for understanding, and please enjoy the story!

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It was May 2076, a solid six months after the first Futa/Furry marriage in the world between Tora Kaguya Davis and Alice Johnson, now Alice Davis, had taken place. The pair had been wrapped in nothing but happiness and bliss in the months since, despite the need to wait for the honeymoon to take place over the summer, when neither of the pair was engaged with scholastic obligations.

During the winter break and leading up to Christmas, Tora finally underwent her Third Stage of puberty. The beautiful girl had blossomed into a woman, standing at an impressive five foot, eleven inches tall and weighing in at 170 pounds after the transition.

Her hair had been the most dramatic change of those events, her once chaotic mixing of black and orange locks had fully shifted into a ruby red shade, but only the hair growing where normal human hair would on her head, whereas the rest of her fur and body hair stayed the same as it always had been.

After some deliberation the two tried to learn what the golden glow that had surrounded them on their wedding night was. As of yet it was still a complete mystery to everyone. Medically, the sudden growth of Alice into a full grown woman overnight was unheard of, but through it all the couple had continued to live in uninterrupted, wedded bliss.

In the interim between wedding and honeymoon, the lovers had been introduced to Tora's father's partner on the police force, Yuri. She had feared that she would be far too intimidating to them, but much to her surprise, the three of them had gotten along well and became fast friends. Yuri had made quite the impression on the pair, something which the Russian policewoman was very happy about.

The young couple had not dared leave the other's side for more than a day or two in the months since the wedding, wanting to spend every possible moment with the other, always promising to see the other as soon as possible. Since the united families lived next door to the other, they were never very far if needed, and soon shared dinners became more and more commonplace.

But even with wedded bliss, the pair still felt obligated to being rather low key at school, keeping their public affections limited to hand holding and sharing lunch, saving their intimate passions for each other's eyes only. They did share a kiss or two in public, of course, but they kept it to chaste pecks on the lips or cheeks out of respect for others.

With the school year finally being over, the lovers were ready to embark on their Honeymoon, at long last. They would have sooner, but the winter holidays were too important to them to miss being with their family. And besides, summer meant better weather for sightseeing and beach frolicking.

The airport was full of all sorts; Furry's of various kinds, excited beachgoers and tourists headed to Florida's ever-present theme parks. Tora and Alice were minimally dressed, Tora wearing nothing except her wedding ring and a pair of purple short shorts. Alice wore an oversized white T-shirt with the words 'Furry Fluffer'(1) written on the front and back in pink, along with a pair of pink lace panties under said shirt, along with a pair of woven straw sandals and her own wedding ring. The only reason they wore that much was at the behest of the airline, ostensibly for sanitation reasons.

Kohana, Geneva and John looked fondly at the couple, having a rapt discussion about everything from their plans in the week-long visits to each country on their list, with Yuri offering suggestions to a few locales she had been to personally during her officer training. Yuri would be joining them as a chaperone of sorts, along with being a tour guide. Mentally mature though the lovers may have been, they were still younger than the Siberian policewoman by a good eight years.

Yuri was happy to accompany the newlyweds in any case, having built up a fast friendship with the lovely pair. Yuri could tell that there was some sexual tension between her and the newlyweds. She certainly didn't begrudge them for it, she knew they meant well by their not-so-secret looks at her when they thought she wasn't looking. The two were no less in love with each other, Yuri saw that clearly. She felt an all too familiar twinge as she watched them, Alice petting Tora between the ears making the tall Furry purr loudly.

'Down Lt. Degtyarev, down girl!' she thought to herself. Yuri had never been shy about pursuing relationships. If she felt an attraction, she acted on it, within reason of course. But this was unnerving her a bit more than she would have admitted. These two were so adorable and beautiful in their wedded bliss that it seemed to radiate from them like sunlight. Reprimanding herself once more, she decided to busy herself by re-checking her carry-on bag, which held her few clothes and an e-reader. She adjusted her formfitting sports bra style top and matching bike shorts, also checking the charge on her wrist-com that contained her uniform.

The call for boarding sounded a minute or so later, the newlyweds giving their parents heartfelt hugs and kisses of farewell. "We hope you have a wonderful honeymoon," Kohana said as she hugged her daughter and daughter-in-law tightly, John joining the hug, then taking a moment to whisper something into Yuri's ear. The Siberian policewoman felt her tanned complexion suddenly flush a rosy hue. She cleared her throat, as if to cough out the momentary embarrassment.

"I'll keep them safe, no worries, partner." She said to John as she gave him a hug as well.

And just like that, they said goodbye and boarded the plane that would take them to their first stop on the honeymoon: Spain.

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The airport of Gibraltar was far smaller than the airport of Orlando where the trio had departed from, but it was no less crowded, with all sorts coming to the former British territory to lay eyes on the natural beauty of the area. The trio acquired their bags and their rental car, soon leaving the airport for the hotel in the city of Puerto Real. Yuri drove as the honeymooners sat curled up in the back seat, Tora nuzzling her wife in the very feline way of hers.

After checking into their rooms at the hotel and dropping off their bags, the trio decided to spend what was left of their day looking at the sights of Puerto Real. The city was once a great ship-building hub, but it also held some of the oldest architecture in all of Spain that survived the Reconquista.

Alice walked alongside her wife, her arm looped firmly around the furry waist of her love, the tigress' tail coiling around her leg like a furry serpent. Alice was wide-eyed as she gazed at the beautiful streets of Puerto Real, Spain; age-old facades and churches intermingled with modern stores and various stands.

Many were selling fruits and vegetables that were locally grown, with a handful selling handmade decorations and trinkets. Tora was smiling as her wife pointed out the many beautiful things in the square, certain beyond any doubt that her wife's beauty made all of the ornaments and sundries on display pale in comparison.

The pair seldom wore much in the way of clothes, if at all, but Tora had insisted that Alice wear a striking set of white lingerie, a pair of silken stockings encasing her legs, leading into a pair of garters to hold the silky garments up attached to a garter belt that emphasized her sloping hips. A pair of French-cut panties snuggly conformed to her petite, firm bottom. The front of said panties was elastic enough to allow her penis to be contained in the fabric securely, while also making a subtle outline of the semi turgid shaft. Her torso was garbed in the same material, her bra cupping her breasts securely. Elbow length gloves adorned her arms, her shoulders and upper arms fully bare save for the bra straps. A white choker collar around the tanned blonde's neck and a pair of sensible but matching flats rounded out the ensemble, every last item slightly embroidered with small pink roses on mint green stems that twisted and bent to emphasize the contours of her body.

Alice had worried that maybe such an outfit would be a bit much, but she couldn't say no to such a request from Tora. Tora, in return, happily took up Alice's suggestion to wear a small band of cloth over her E cups, barely covering her erect rosy pink nipples under the purple cloth, which did nothing to hinder the natural rhythm her bust created as she walked, drawing many an eye to the Furry woman's well-endowed chest. Just as many eyes however were also drawn to the short-shorts style jeans she wore, her tail swishing from a custom made hole in the back to move freely, the tight but flattering elasti-denim(2) of the jeans teasing onlookers with the tigress' barely-contained bottom. As usual, Tora wore no shoes, not requiring any due to her thick foot pads. She had decided to accessorize a bit with a pair of matching anklets, both a shimmery silver and twinkling in the suns light in a soft reflection that thankfully was pleasing to the eyes.

The girls picked out each other's outfits for one other reason besides the fact they had wondered if the other looked as good as they thought they would (which it was no surprise then that they excelled in that regard) this particular part of Spain was highly traditionalist. While nudity was tolerated, it was asked that those willing to visit this historic section wear some manner of clothing as a sign of respect, even if that clothing was not particularly practical.

Granted, the beach at San Fernando was a clothing optional beach, so there would be plenty of time to soak up rays later. The day was beginning to wane; the four hours' worth of trans-Atlantic flying had left the ladies rather tired and out of sync with the local time. Yuri knew the town well, leading them to a small open air restaurant near the heart of the city.

As they sat down and ordered their meals, the sound of castanets filled the air, their rhythmic clacking being performed by someone very interesting indeed. She stood at all of five feet and four inches tall, possessing a rather petite build, the traditional flamenco dress fitting her form quite close, the billowing skirt near floor length being the only part of the dress that was loose. Her face was covered in fur, as was the rest of her, said fur being very full. A Pomeranian dog Furry, it seemed.

When the young woman finished her routine on stage, she received a round of applause from the small but warm crowd in the restaurant. She looked up and caught sight of Yuri, giving the Lt. a wink before thanking the patrons for their applause, first in Castilian Spanish and then in English.

"Thank you so much ladies and gentlemen. I would love to stay and dance the night away for you all", as she said this, the crowd called for Encore. "But it just came to my attention that an old friend has come back to town". She started to slowly walk towards the edge of the stage and quipped. "Wouldn't want to keep them waiting, now would I?"

The crowd seemed to accept this and soon found themselves in the midst of conversations as numerous as the grains of sand on the nearby beaches, but the flamenco dancer weaved her way through the tables and chairs in the same way she twirled on the dance floor. She soon ended up right next to Yuri and the newlyweds.

"Nice to see you again, mi lirio," she said giving Yuri a big hug, which was returned without hesitation.

Yuri took a minute to finish enjoying the hug, motioning to the Furry woman.

"Tora, Alice, this is a good friend of mine, Pamela Guerrero." Tora and Alice quickly became wrapped in a hug by the petite puppy, who nuzzled them both with her cheeks.

"Any friend of Yuri's is a friend of mine!" She said before noticing the matching bands on their ring fingers. "Ay Dios mío~! Newlyweds!" Pamela said as she brought her hands close to her chest and began clapping excitedly while hopping in place.

Tora finally broke the unintentional silence she had been holding with a lovely, happy smile.

"We just got married in November, yes," she said before wrapping her arm and her tail around Alice's waist, making the white lingerie-clad blonde blush as she settled into her wife's embrace. Pamela took a seat next to Yuri and smiled at the two.

"I wasn't expecting your arrival, mi lirio" she said with a smile on her muzzle. "But especially not with a rosa and girasol as lovely as these two~!"

Yuri saw the brief confusion on the faces of her companions and realized it was the Spanish they didn't get.

"She called you two a rose and sunflower. Quite the compliment, considering Pamela loves flowers," and pointed to the hibiscus flower that the flamenco dancer had pinned in her hair.

The newlyweds both replied "oh" in understanding, soon after they began to dig into their dinner, having a lively discussion over some local cuisine. Yuri and Pamela shared a look that the newlyweds didn't see, the Pomeranian Furry patting Yuri's thigh. Yuri smiled and laced her fingers together with Pamela's.

The honeymoon had started off fantastically, and it would only get better.

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(1)-"Furry Fluffer" is a slang term for someone who likes Furry's.

(2)- Elasti-Denim is designed to look similar to classic denim fabric, with the added benefit of fitting the wearer like formfitting spandex or yoga pants. And it is truly form fitting, leaving little to the imagination underneath. ;)

And for now, that is where I must leave this chapter to close. Next chapter will be the rest of the Spain portion of the honeymoon, with a bit of intimacy here and there for good measure. What's a honey moon if you can't enjoy married life, after all?

But I can assure you that this next chapter will be much quicker, as the next few chapters have been planned and remade in my mind several times in this past year. Most of the delay has been scholastic in nature, along with research on my part for these chapters, so I am happy to report that most of it has been completed.

Hope you all enjoyed it, and please do feel free to drop a review when you can, the more detailed the better, especially since I want to improve this story for you, the dedicated readers.

Thank you so much, see you all soon!