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Cuckolded by Her Mother

Chapter 9

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

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"Mom... Is something wrong?"

Fyr fidgeted, eyeing her mother in the passenger seat of the truck as they bumped and rattled along the road. Her tyres seemed to find every pothole possible and the dragoness winced as Sasha made a face from her position, clearly uncomfortable.

"Not besides the state of this road, nothing's wrong, dear," Sasha said, jabbing her daughter lightly in the ribs. "But is your driving always this bad?

Fyr shot her a look, scowling as her tail pressed uncomfortably have against the seat, trapped even with the allowances in the design of the truck that, at least, helped in part.

"Only when you're with me, apparently."

Sasha clucked her tongue against the roof of her mouth and shook her head slowly as if from disappointment. Fyr had to actively think about pushing down the automatic twinge of guilt that threatened to grow, ever aware of her position as daughter and always, in other ways too, beneath her mother. The dragoness set her jaw, eyes fixed on the winding road.

"Now, now..." Sasha wagged a blue-scaled finger at her daughter, though there was amusement glittering in her eyes. "You shouldn't speak to your dear mother like that, or else you know what the _consequences_will be. Why are you taking me all the way out this way anyway?"

Fyr hid her smile, duly distracted from the notion of consequences.

"It's a surprise."

That caught her mother on the back foot and the dragoness straightened her back, running a fingertip down the line of her jaw. Fyr bit her lip, dragging her eyes away from her mother's mouth.

She shouldn't feel like that looking at her mother. She shouldn't look at her mother like that.

But it was so much fun.

"A surprise, sugar? Now whatever could be out here to surprise me?"

Leaning up to the window, Sasha murmured to herself as if she were contemplating the possibilities with great concentration. Fyr ignored her mother, focusing on the road. It was just all part of the game. All she had to do was play her cards right and everything would be golden.

At least, so she hoped.

There was no ranch house to speak of and yet Fyr could still see it in her mind's eye as she walked across what would become her front yard, her mother still behind in the truck surveying the comparatively barren scene. The barn had already been on site when they'd purchased the dilapidated patch of land with only the remains of run in sheds and broken down fencing remaining to suggest that at, one point, there had been a ranch there. The fire had taken care of most that would have denoted the previous presence of two-legged inhabitants, but the grass had grown back over the charred remains even if some locals did believe the site to be cursed. Fyr shook her head, trailing her fingers over a fence post as if imagining the sturdy post and rail it would become - in time with her hard work, of course. There was no sense clinging on to the past when the future had so much to offer.

And she'd been working on her future oh so very much. She had every reason to, after all, with the hatchling coming. They'd have to have a test to see just how long a gestation period he or she would have, but Fyr could already imagine a little cougar or dragon racing around the ranch, racing through the air from a rope swing that the tree in what would be the backyard with howls and whoops of delight. She smiled, wings hanging slack against her back. It would take a while to get the house erected, of course, but the functioning side of the ranch would get them up on their feet and the savings would start them off well too. They'd both been working hard for the last few years and it seemed that it was finally about to start coming together just as she'd planned.

There would be plenty of room for a family there. Room for pets too. And time enough to get her out of that office and far, far away from anyone who would judge her. The dragoness' brow furrowed and she pressed the tips of her fingers together. Because who needed that kind of drama really? She could have what she wanted and no one else had to know about her strange little family. She only had to find a way to make it work.

"Fyr?"

Her mother called after her, but the dragoness moved across her land as if she was floating above it, footsteps light and confident as she tracked through her domain. She'd put a tree house up there for the little one to hide up in and a paddock over there for... Well, that little secret was about to become a not so little secret.

There they'd park up the tractor, away from the animals. All would be efficient and all would run smoothly.

Pushing open the barn door, Fyr inhaled, although the air was not yet filled with the sweet aroma of hay and barley straw but the clean, wooden scent of the new timber she'd brought in to continue on with the work. And she knew exactly where she was going, her hind paws taking her all the way down the barn, what would become the true centre aisle with a border of stalls for all animals on either side. There was one particular stall that she'd done up right on the end, the very first one to be completed.

It was smaller than the rest, a fact that Sasha immediately noticed as she stopped behind her daughter, who stared adoringly into the stall as if it contained something more that could not be seen with the naked eye. The dragoness wrinkled her blue muzzle and tipped her head into one paw, studying it.

"I'm not sure I understand, sugar..." She broke the silence. "Just what are we looking at here?"

Fyr blinked, seeming to surface from a trance.

"It's a stall."

Fyr gulped. Did she have to state the obvious? Oh heavens! She pressed her knuckles to the side of her muzzle, rubbing them back and forth slowly as the knobbly bits of her paws ground uncomfortably into her face. It was a little painful, but distraction enough as she bought herself time.

Not enough time, however.

"I can see that..." Sasha cocked her head. "But what is it for? Why this one?"

Curious despite herself, Sasha peered within and rapped her knuckles on the wood, blinking rapidly. Her snout wrinkled around the nostrils as if she was stifling a sneeze and Fyr automatically went for her pocket, looking for a tissue. The tissue wasn't the important part, however, but it certainly was a factor in making her mother more comfortable, happier. And her mother's happiness was very important to her.

After all, she was carrying her husband's hatchling in her belly.

"Here."

Fyr offered a tissue but was declined with a raised paw.

"You're stalling, dear."

The dragoness shuffled her hind paws, tail swinging uncomfortably as she put her paws behind her back. Maybe it was a stupid idea after all...

"It's..." The words were too thick in her mouth to release and she gulped, forcing down the panicky lump she found there. "It's a stall. A stable. For a pony."

Sasha gave her a funny look.

"Alright... Are you going to tell me why then?"

Fyr looked down at her hind paws.

"For the little one." Her voice was barely above a whisper. "I thought they may like a pony to ride, since we're going to have the barn here."

Sasha was quiet for a moment, studying the barn as the gears turned in her head. Nonchalantly, or as nonchalantly as it was possible to be while her heart was racing, Fyr leaned on the doorframe and let out a big sigh.

What if she didn't like it?

What if she thought it was stupid?

What if she didn't want them to ride?

What if she didn't like the barn at all?

"You made this...for us?"

Fyr started and shot her a look, but the wide-eyed expression on her mother's face, fingertips pressed to her lower lip stopped her dead in her tracks, words dying on her own lips. She couldn't be snarky when her mother looked like...that. The dragoness squirmed. There were no words for it. Why couldn't she be better with words, even in her own head?

"Yes," Fyr said slowly, pausing for longer than was strictly necessary between the question and her ultimate reply. "I made it for you. For all of us."

She didn't know quite what she'd been expecting, but it wasn't for her mother to turn to her with that glint in her eye that only meant one thing. And, as it was, Fyr's mind didn't quite catch up with the situation right before her eyes, her mother stepping closer and closer, an element of stalking in her gait, until she was forced to step back lest she get in her mother's way.

Or was that perhaps her intention?

"Uh... Mom?"

Sasha didn't say anything, letting her tail snake round to trail sensually down Fyr's thigh and calf as the younger dragoness' throat worked, trying to swallow and yet finding her mouth just too dry to do so. Back and back she stepped into the stall, the one she'd so lovingly crafted and still, admittedly, needing a little bit of extra tender loving care, until she came up to the back wall and found nowhere else for her to retreat to.

Trapped.

"Fyr..." Her mother purred, pressing her daughter back against the wall. "You really are a special dragoness, do you know that?"

She couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't do. All that mattered was that her mother's curves and that little baby bump was pressed up against her, nudging her back and trapping her against the boards that she'd so lovingly crafted. It wasn't quite finished - needed another coat of that special horse-friendly paint she'd picked up at the DIY shop - but it was hers and there was nowhere else for her to go.

Closing her eyes, Fyr swallowed hard as her mother lipped and nibbled at her neck and jaw.

"I said, do you know that, Fyr?" Her mother insisted on an answer, taking her jaw in paw and turning her muzzle gently but firmly to her. "Answer me."

Her lips were already moving to respond to the direct command as her heart pounded.

"I..." But what words? "I mean... If you say... You're always right, mother."

The words didn't sound like enough to convey just how she felt about her mother and her own submissive inadequacy, but she tried them anyway and winced from how they sounded out in the open. Couldn't she have thought of something better? But it was hard to think as her mother's large, full breasts - were they bigger? - nuzzled warmly, comfortingly, up to her own chest and Fyr licked her lips, her eyes inadvertently flicking down.

Of course, Sasha noticed.

"Something caught your eye, sugar?" She purred, putting a paw on either side of her breasts and pushing them together to make her cleavage all the more obvious. "You do seem to enjoy playing with these..."

Fyr whimpered and nodded faintly, nostrils quivering as she fought to maintain even, slow breaths. That, of course, was nigh on impossible as Sasha trailed a finger across her daughter's jaw and flexed her fingers around to the back of Fyr's neck.

"Why don't you pop a few buttons then, darling?" Her mother breathed, muzzle close to Fyr's and eyes intense. "I'm sure you could pay them some wonderful attention... All on my command, of course."

Fyr shivered, but was moving to unbutton her mother's surprisingly demure blouse before her mind caught up, blood roaring in her ears. It was happening again and there was nothing she could do or even wanted to do to stop it, as much as she knew she should. It was wrong, how she looked at Sasha, and yet so very right at the same time. It was hard to think that anything was wrong with the dragoness' warm breasts against her muzzle or her own muzzle, for that matter, safe between her mother's thighs. Besides swallowing Ropes' cock, there was really no better place for her muzzle to be.

One by one, the buttons popped loose and the dragoness moaned as she pushed her muzzle into her mother's lace-clad bosom, inhaling her sweetly scented floral perfume. She'd given something spicy and oriental to Fyr for her birthday - it had passed quietly without fuss, just the way she liked it - but it seemed that she reserved the nicest scents she found for herself. And part of Fyr liked that too. It made her think that her mother thought she was more special. And it was true...wasn't it?

For her mother was glorious, a scaled beauty who shimmered even in the dusty, musty light of the barn. Everything about her seemed to radiate the very essence of a goddess and Sasha drew herself up tall and proud, tail swinging lazily around to curl around Fyr's as if to remind the dragoness just where she was and what she was, nothing more than a cuckold wife, bound to do her bidding. And, oh, Sasha had so much bidding for her to do.

Gently pushing the blouse back from Sasha's shoulders, Fyr murmured her appreciation of her mother's increasingly curvaceous figure, breasts swelling with pregnancy - it seemed they responded much like mammalian breasts would at the very least - and set the blouse carefully aside. The soft silk flowed over her fingers, but she pushed down the flash of envy, knowing in her heart that it was unbecoming for one of her stature.

Oh, that submissive mindset was oh so very easy to slip into sometimes...

Closing her eyes, Fyr nuzzled into her mother's breasts, kissing and lapping softly over the thin fabric where her nipples tried to perk through, areolas flushed and full with arousal. There was nowhere else she would have rather been, unless Sasha directed her elsewhere, and Fyr gently massaged and rubbed the dragoness' breasts as she moaned and let her head roll back, resting a paw on her daughter's head as she encouraged, lightly, Fyr on to please her. And Fyr knew all about pleasing her, eager to hear her mother moan as she played her tongue across a nipple and even attempted to suckle it lustfully into her mouth through the bra.

Fyr trailed her paws down, heart racing, only to find strange, rough patches of scales down her mother's sides. They seemed to make a pattern of sorts, each a shaky oval, and the dragoness pulled back slightly to study them, brow furrowing in concern. It was almost as if the scales were flaking out and away from her body, revealing a strip of black skin beneath in the case of one such patch.

Strange...

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It would not do to dwell though and Fyr rubbed her fingers lightly over the circular spots, trying to soothe the friction from the dragon's scales before moving on to sweeter treats. She didn't care about the state of the barn floor (it wasn't as if it would ever be truly clean) and dropped to her knees, pressing her nose between her mother's legs even as Sasha hiked up her skirt for her. It was less flowing and demure than the ones she'd been wearing previously and already showed off more ankle than most would think appropriate for a lady of her age... And yet it still suited her, her stronger, more passionate demeanour flooding to the surface of her psyche as if she'd been waiting to blossom all along.

"That's it sugar... You take care of me real good now..."

Fyr barely heard her, intent on the sight of that skirt falling away, but unable to bring herself to pick it up again as much as she wanted to do the right thing by her mother. Another new pair of panties that cut daringly across her strongly shaped buttocks cupped her sex and Fyr groaned as she leaned in, pressing her nose up between her thighs and inhaling deeply.

Heaven. That's what she exuded. And sex. Fyr shuddered. A very great deal of sex.

Sasha trembled and tucked her fingers behind Fyr's frill to guide her in, tugging her panties to the side for the sweet treat her daughter deserved after all the work she'd done. A constant, crooning stream of praise for her good deeds, in taking care of her, her husband and their soon to be hatchling, poured over Fyr and the dragoness purred happily as she flickered her tongue up to her mother's clit.

She loved that shudder her mother gave the first time every single time and pushed on eagerly, running her fingertips lightly across the dragoness' exposed, softly scaled pussy-lips as Sasha rocked into her touch. The dragoness' tail slapped back at the wooden boards and Fyr jumped, yet ploughed on regardless, losing herself in the moment as the scent of aroused dragoness overwhelmed her senses, her field of vision encompassed solely by blue scales. In her mind, she imagined the sweet smell of hay and fresh, clean straw colouring the air, her paw creeping up to rest on her mother's pregnancy bump as she thrust her tongue deep into her sex.

Sweeter and sweeter... Fyr's thoughts grew hazy, automatically lapping as she sought out the spot that made her mother quiver in that special way. Her tongue darted to it as if drawn to a target and the ripple that went through Sasha's body excited her all the more, nose pressed into and grinding against her clit as the older dragoness bucked and rocked her hips, using her daughter as if she was nothing more than a sex toy. And, besides her duties in fixing up the new property and caring for the two of them, she had become little more than that in her daily life.

And maybe that was okay too. Maybe that was just the way Fyr wanted. With her knees aching from kneeling on such hard, unyielding ground, everything felt like it came together into something beautiful, something bigger than herself. And her mother was so, so sweet... It just made her

"Easy there, darling..."

Fyr grumbled softly as her muzzle was pulled up, her mother directing her firmly to her clit. Well, as long as it would please her, she'd do anything, absolutely anything, she wanted and more. Hungrily, she latched her lips around the sensitive nub of flesh and suckled it into her mouth, playing her tongue across it as her mother gasped.

"Oh!"

That must have been the right spot then. As her mother took her paw away from her panties, Fyr took over and pushed two digits into her soft warmth, juices flowing easily down her fingers. Dimly, she wondered how her mother had had the chance to get so wet and put it down mentally to her possibly having fucked Ropes before they'd come out: it was a frequent occurrence after all. As if in a daze, Fyr licked off her fingers and thrust them back in before Sasha had a chance to force her on, her full attention on pleasing her mother and her mother alone.

Snorting warm breath over the dragon's softly scaled crotch, Fyr shuffled in closer, releasing her mother's clit only to circle it adoringly with her tongue, allowing her a brief respite from the deluge of near over-stimulation: there was only so much that part of the body could take, after all. She instead focused on thrusting her fingers slowly and deeply and, as her mother's cunny twitched and clenched around her, added a third finger, all to hear that very special moan.

Oh, how she loved that moan. There was nothing better than that particular moan.

Her mother's tail thumped and Fyr lost sense of time and place. Her own clothes grew grubby from kneeling for so long, but she had no drop of care left in her heart for such a menial thing. Every pump of her fingers seemed to bring a fresh, lewd splatter of feminine juices from her mother's cunt and Sasha groaned deep in her throat, gyrating her hips to get Fyr's lips and tongue in just the right place on her clit to deliver the optimum amount of pleasure. As Fyr did her best to bring her mother off, it would have been difficult for an outside observer to tell whether she was the one doing the pleasing actively or if the dragoness was simply passively allowing herself to be used.

It really didn't matter anymore.

"Fuck, Fyr," Sasha hissed, claws suddenly digging sharply into her frill. "Make me cum, sugar!"

And the dragoness was keen to do just that, squeezing her paw around Sasha's thigh as the dragoness rocked against her as if she was wearing the strap-on again, fucking her mouth with raw, lustful abandon. Dominant to her core, Sasha snarled and forced Fyr's muzzle right up to her cunt, fingers cramping up, as she climaxed with a feral howl.

There was little draconian about that howl, but Fyr had no scope in which to pull away as Sasha's juices squirted around her fingers, the dragoness producing far, far more evidence of her arousal than she had ever shown before. Lewdly, she spread her legs and let the heady, creamy juices pool on the floor beneath her, leaning forward as if she was rocking her hips back on an imaginary male - no, of course, it'd be ropes, of course him - even as she held her daughter forcibly to her pussy to glean every last drop of pleasure she possibly could.

Her orgasm seemed to roll on forever, but Fyr was right there to carry her through it, wrapping an arm around the older dragon's waist as she swayed and threatened to collapse to the floor. She'd never before seen her mother's legs shake quite that badly and gave her pussy one last, admittedly concerned lap, as she drew her soaked fingers out and steadied Sasha as her tail fell slack.

"Oh..." Sasha blinked and turned her head from side to side as if she was seeing the barn for the very first time. "My, that was a strong one!"

Even Fyr had to laugh, supporting her mother over to a square of straw where she collapsed, tail hanging limply over the side.

"I was going to say that you recovered fast there, but now I'm not so sure."

Kneeling beside Sasha, Fyr rested her cheek on her mother's stomach as the dragoness sprawled, breasts still clad in her new bra - at least, Fyr hadn't had the good fortune to see that one before - over the bale as if it was her throne. She touched her fingers to her collar bone and took a deep breath, eyes half-closed.

"Darn it, sugar, you are really the good little dragoness now, aren't you?"

Fyr blushed and looked down. But any response she would have been able to give died on her lips as the barn door banged open.

A very familiar cougar stalked into the barn with his tail lashing and whiskers quivering, Fyr's husband turning his glowing, white eyes from stall to stall. But it was all a ruse: he already knew exactly where his quarry was as he rounded the corner to them with a low, throaty growl.

"Well," he said, almost conversationally. "Fancy seeing my lady here."

He wasn't looking at Fyr. As her husband stared hungrily at Sasha, panting lightly with his black lips parted, Fyr shuffled into the background. Her time was over, at least for the moment. Licking her mother's juices off her lips, she laid her still wet paw on her thigh, eyes bright and eager as she resisted the urge to sit in too close to the action that was bound to unfold.

"Ropes!" Sasha flung her arm out on the bale of straw, back arched and tail helping her get into the position as if she was putting herself quite on show. "Darling! I didn't think you were ever coming!"

"Oh, I would never keep a lady waiting... But I knew you had something to entertain you here too."

Fyr gulped. Something? Was that something her? He spoke about her as if she was an object. Her pussy lips rubbed against her panties, slick and wet with her own arousal. Closing her eyes, she exhaled a sigh, shoulders pushing back. Oh, some feelings were simply too sweet for words...

Sasha, however, rose and flounced past Ropes, letting the cougar barely catch a whiff of her arousal as she halted back before the very stall she'd christened with her juices. Spreading her arms wide, she gestured to it with obvious excitement, barely keeping from bouncing on the balls of her hind paws like a teenager all over again. Fyr smiled. So that was where she'd gotten that particular trait from...

"Look what she did for us! For him!"

Him? But how could she...

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"One suitable pursuit for a fine, strong young cougar..."

Ropes wrapped his arms around Sasha from behind and purred, resting his head on her shoulder. The dragoness leaned back into his embrace as if she'd been doing it her whole life and something inside Fyr pulled.

Damn...

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"Or a dragon," Sasha countered, the conversation moving on whether or not Fyr was paying attention to it. "You don't know yet."

The cougar's eyes flashed.

"We_will_ know."

The implications of that Sasha would not know as Ropes took that opportunity to unhook her bra and free her larger bosom. The dragoness gasped as her nipples perked into the cool air, but they were not cold for long as the cougar's paws teased over them, rubbing and squeezing her nipples up and out into taut, hard peaks. Fyr's breath caught, even seeing them from a side-on view, tucked away ready to serve both of them if they so chose to make use of her attentions.

The cougar scooped up the dragoness as if she weighed nothing at all, paws folded over her stomach. Fyr started, but Sasha only playfully swung her hind paws and kicked off her sandals, giggling and squealing like a much younger dragoness. Fyr smiled. Her husband seemed to bring that out in her.

But the cougar hefted her off and round the corner of the stall that had first taken their attention so, leaving Fyr behind like a second place trophy. Heading into a section of the barn that really needed a bit more work than she'd had the time to give it, she gasped - not even realising the comedy of her situation - their laughs turned to growls and Fyr's stomach dropped.

"Hang on!" She shouted, scrambling to leap to her feet, but only finding her knees connected with the concrete all the more swiftly for her lack of care. "You can't go in there - I haven't finished it yet!"

The area they'd stumbled into, hardly caring where they were in their lust, was a wash stall - or at least it was going to be, complete with cross ties and a drain in the floor. It was still filled with pieces of timber and a box of nails that Fyr was trying to repurpose, rather than buying all new ones when she had mismatched sets that could be used, even if they weren't pretty. She liked to be resourceful like that, but it wasn't the most sensual spot for a couple to enjoy one another's company, she had to admit.

Ropes and Sasha didn't seem to care, however, the dragoness curling her tail up against his crotch as the cougar purred, whiskers quivering. Fyr bit her lip. They were more concerned with getting what they wanted from each other than the suitability of their surroundings.

It was kind of hot, in its way.

"What's this?" Sasha giggled and prodded a few bales of straw with a toe as Ropes held her cheekily aloft. "Fyr, darling, have you been lying down on the job? How are you ever going to get the barn all done up for us when you're sleeping and sitting here and not doing what you're supposed to be doing?"

Fyr's cheeks burned as she caught up to them - she hadn't been sleeping! She'd had to balance some planks, putting together a configuration that would brace the wall in case of an animal striking out at it - that was why the straw bales were there! But neither of them were ready to listen to her as they instead used the straw as a far more carnal perch, Ropes crashing his dragoness down onto it with feral abandon.

The thud with which her mother's body hit the straw made Fyr quake with concern, but the dragoness appeared wholly unharmed as Ropes moved over her, already going to unbutton his jeans with the single-minded determination that had made Fyr fall in love with him initially. Well, it was one of the things, at least.

As her mother arched her back up to him and the cougar shook himself out of his t-shirt and jeans, Fyr perched quietly with her back to one of the dividing walls, the planks smooth and warming against her shoulder blades. Licking her lips, she trembled: she could still taste her mother there.

Sometimes she swore that her husband had a window directly into her mind, as he chose that very moment to push his nose between Sasha's legs, swiping his tongue lewdly across her cunt to draw her essence into his mouth. Lapping slowly and deeply, the cougar rumbled a growl and lashed his tail, eyes lighting up as if he'd uncovered something secret and illicit.

"Had some fun with my wife, have you, sweetheart?" He murred, as if he actually had to ask the question. "She does have such a good muzzle to use, doesn't she?"

Fyr blushed, but no one was looking at her.

"Yesssss," Sasha replied in a hiss. "Oh yes, she does indeed... But it's nothing compared to your cock, kitten?"

Ropes' eyes flashed and Fyr's breath caught in her throat. Her mother was pushing it a little far with the names! Ropes would never stand for that! Against herself, she curled her paws into fists and tipped forward, eyes intent on the action as if something delightful was about to unfold before her. And, oh, she was far from wrong. Only what was to come was something that not a single one of the trio would have been able to predict.

The cougar's paws slammed into the concrete as he stood, Sasha barely managed to wriggle round onto all fours atop the straw before his cock pressed up to her needy pussy. And, even though she'd just gotten off, her body raged with lust and the dragoness wound her tail lightly around the back of the cougar's back as he rammed in. There was no need to be slow or gentle and Ropes could hardly not be certain of her readiness, her silken soaked passages wrapping around him in the perfect fit.

For that's just what they were slowly becoming for each other.

The first thrust took Fyr's breath away - and she wasn't even the one getting fucked. The slap of flesh on scales was jaw-dropping in its intensity, but neither Sasha nor Ropes seemed to have any concern for their own wellbeing as their bodies moved together in raw, breeding lust. The dragoness stared, her lower jaw falling as Ropes' claws bit fiercely into her mother's hips, digging past her scales to draw a trickle of blood. Neither of them paused and, if anything, her mother's moans grew even louder, Sasha's shoulders rounded as she bore down on her paws to rock her whole body back into her lover's thrusts.

Fyr stared. She couldn't have taken it if Rope tried to fuck her like that. There'd be broken bones!

The dragoness getting fucked, however, begged to differ with the concept of how rough her partner was being, even when the twine around the bale beneath them snapped. Straw spilt out and the bale collapsed beneath the lovers, hurling them to the side as one side came apart more swiftly than the other. Sasha and Ropes crashed to the floor with a sickening thud, rolling to the side where she could see neither of their faces.

"Fuck!"

The expletive burst from Fyr's lips before she could call it back, but she couldn't spare a moment to slap her paw over her mouth as she rushed forward to see if they were okay. Ropes, however, did not even pause in his thrusts, bringing his paw down into the concrete with such brute force that he left a crack in the floor, hairline fractures spreading out from the point of impact.

Fyr blinked. That wasn't normal. That was very not normal.

He didn't seem to even notice, or perhaps _care_that they were on the floor of the wash stall, surrounded by timber and apparently further demolishing it to under the work Fyr had put in.

"Are you okay? Ropes? Mom?"

But neither of them answered. Holding Sasha's leg up as they fucked on their sides, Fyr was treated to a front row seat as she awkwardly crouched, trying to check them over for injuries. Sasha didn't take note of her presence, jaws hanging open lustfully as her stomach rippled, clearly clenching with every drive of Ropes' cock, though whether or not she got any extra sensation from doing so, Fyr could not tell. They didn't seem to be hurt at all, at least, and the only spots of blood on her mother's scales were clearly from the tiny pin-pricks of Ropes' feline claws.

Fyr's husband's eyes locked onto hers and she reeled from their intensity, falling back over onto her own tail as she scrambled to get away.

"This, Fyr," he snarled, eyes alight with a particular kind of glow that she had never seen before. "This is why you were never enough for a demon. You can't do this with me."

The words shocked her to the core, every muscle in her body tensing and releasing within a split second. Blood roared in her ears, but it was true, she knew it was true. She couldn't take Ropes' cock like he wanted her to, as a strong dragoness with a pussy and body that could withstand the force of his lust.

Then why could her mother?

There wasn't time to think about that, but it was something she had to consider later, perhaps when she was alone in her own space to mull it over. Most likely when Ropes and Sasha were again engaged with one another, showing off just how hard they could go at it without her assistance, her love or even without her being around.

Spite was a dark and poisonous nuance and it crept into her heart, threatening to overcome the love she'd nurtured there. Every moan Ropes got from her mother was one that should have come from her lips and, as the cougar stood with Sasha in his arms, impaled on his demonic shaft, the work she'd done on the stall was slowly demolished.

The cougar growled as he jumped forward, each step drawing another fracture in the concrete, and slammed Sasha into the wall. This time, Fyr did not worry for their safety but cried out as the half-finished wall split beneath them, a cross-tie point ripping free from the wall as Ropes tried to use it for leverage. The feline's aggression openly spurred Sasha on and the dragoness howled for more as she arched her back, rolling her hips back into him with such force that he was shoved back, only to drive into her again with renewed, raw ferocity.

And that was the end of it, or so it seemed for her work. Sasha growled right back at Ropes as she slipped off his cock, only to jump back into his arms and send him staggering back, lips crushed to his. Their kiss throbbed, passion rising and cock driving back into her, the dragoness wrapping her legs around his waist for leverage, if only to fuck him back all the harder. Witness to such furious, lustful sex, all Fyr could do was shakily perch on one of the straw bales and watch as they enjoyed one another, ignorant to everything around them even as Ropes put a paw through the wall, gripping Sasha so tightly that it was truly a wonder that he didn't break her.

And his tentacles were far from idle too, writhing and twisting madly as he thrust himself closer and closer to orgasm. They curled around and caressed every inch of his lover's naked body, adoring hips and thighs with the lightest, most loving of touches, completely against the roughness of his thrusts and otherwise demeanour. Everything seemed like it shouldn't have really gone together, tenderness and roughness intermingling in a cocktail of exotic flavours that Fyr could never have hoped to replicate herself.

Sasha moaned, clinging to Ropes as she dug her fingers into his fur. There was barely any warning as to her oncoming orgasm until she threw her head back and shrieked, wings flaring and claws digging into her lover in a way that had to be painful. The cougar didn't care - like with everything else they'd treated one another to - and drove her back into a post, using it to hold the dragoness stable at the entrance to the broken wash stall until it too crumbled and they both collapsed in orgasmic bliss.

Ropes' buttocks worked, tail lashing as if he was stalking prey, through orgasm, clenching and tightening in such a way that Fyr knew meant he was delivering rope after rope of fertile demonic seed into her mother's steamy passage. Already pregnant, there was no way he could impregnate her for a second time until their little one was born, but Fyr dimly thought it right for him to not waste his seed. It could not have been pumped into a better lover for him, one able to take him to the roaring, snarling demonic heights that she had simply never been able to reach.

Sitting quietly, Fyr hugged her own tail lightly to her chest as they came down from their joint high, so perfectly timed that it was almost as if they'd planned to orgasm together. But, as they relaxed, their bodies disentangling, they could not fail to notice the devastation they'd caused.

Ropes laughed, flicking his tail, but Sasha gaped in horror, the laugh that burbled up from her throat one that was not from humour but something bred from shock. Fyr peered closely at her. Was that a tint of something else in her eyes? But then the moment had passed and her mother stood, cum drooling from her pussy in a lewd slather down her inner thighs. Fyr groaned. Every bit of her wanted to push her nose into that mess and lick her mother clean, but she had to show restraint, exercise restraint.

After all, her loving dominants had not ordered her to clean them off yet. Her cheeks burned. They were rubbing off on her, or at least getting her to act how they wanted her to. It was a good thing she liked it too.

A very good thing.

"I can't believe we did this!" Ropes chortled, whiskers shivering as he slung an arm around Sasha's waist and tenderly leaned into her. "Sasha - are you seeing this?"

The dragoness shook her head slowly, casting a look that may have been guilt or something less or something more at her daughter, perched with her tail cradled to her chest as if for something to hold.

"I guess we were a little rougher than usual," Sasha murmured, pressing her fingers to her lips as she surveyed the damage. "Fyr... I'm so sorry."

Her daughter started. When had she ever heard those words from her mother's lips? Fyr rubbed the back of her neck and shook her head, sliding her fingers down to cup the base of her own neck as if for some sense of stability.

"It's not a problem," she said, although her heart twisted at the thought of the extra work stretching out before her - there wasn't enough time to do everything! "I'll get it done next weekend, properly this time."

But her mother was shaking her head and holding up her paws, Fyr inwardly taking a step back from the situation as she, quite gladly, allowed her superior to take control. It was better that way. It meant she didn't have to worry about it and there was a certain liberty and luxury in the submissiveness she'd found suited her like a scale on her tail.

They'd help, Sasha said, lips moving as a genuine smile brightened her face. It was funny how the dragoness' attitude changed when she no longer felt that she had to assert her control and her dominance over the situation, though the thought was far from the forefront of Fyr's mind. Ropes stepped up to Sasha's side, sliding an arm around her shoulders as she relaxed into the cougar and leaned into him, one of his tentacles slipping around her lower back to find her paw and squeeze around it - a secret version of a handhold.

Fyr's heart throbbed, painfully. He'd never done anything like that with her. Why so tender with Sasha? But she already knew the answer to that question and it both made her heart sing and her stomach plummet.

Another time. She thrust the notion away. She could consider that at another time. Although it would eventually have to be addressed, she only wanted to languish in their assistance and leadership, letting them direct her and utilise where she had areas of expertise rather than floundering with the order of things herself. For a dragoness needed direction in her life and her husband and her mother provided every drop of that she could ever have needed.

As they moved broken timber out of the foaling stall, the gate hanging off its hinges, Fyr smiled to herself and hummed a lullaby, imagining all the good that was to come. The work soothed her worried mind and she leaned into Ropes as he brushed past her, the cougar's white eyes glowing briefly with something that she hoped still was affection for her, if not something deeper. But he would always be there for her, if not quite in the same way as before; that she knew without a doubt.

Regardless of whether everyone else would accept their relationship or not - it would eventually come to light in one way or another in the far-off future, she was sure - Fyr was happy. And sometimes that was all a dragon needed, both to know and to feel. Even if it would not be an easy road, she was up for the challenge.

Shoulder to shoulder with her mother and husband, Fyr smiled and set about putting the barn back to rights.

The only way to go forward was to take the first step.