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Cuckolded by Her Mother

Chapter Fourteen

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Fyrdrgon

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"You...want to go out to a club?"

Fyr blinked at her mother, perched on the arm of the sofa in an old pair of jeans and a T-shirt that hugged her figure in all the right places. Sasha had been encouraging her to dress a little more appropriately for her body type, saying that she had more to show off than she realised, but that didn't stop Fyr feeling like a dress-up doll every time her mother got her paws on her. That said, the older dragoness did have some kind of fashion sense and not everything she put together was completely out of sync with her character.

Okay, maybe the metal band shirts were a little too far, more suited to Sasha than Fyr, but at least she could veto the ones she didn't like. Fyr shivered. At least for the moment. She wasn't sure just how far the dragon's control over her would stretch with her mother fucking her husband day and night without rest or respite.

The whole situation was kind of messed up and her daughter wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

"Yes, a club, sugar," Sasha repeated, drawing Fyr back to the present; it was too easy to slip off into her thoughts those days. "It'll be fun. See some fresh meat!"

"Fresh...meat?" Fyr wrinkled her snout and shook her head. "What in heaven's name do you mean by that?"

Sasha smirked and tapped the side of her muzzle.

"Oh, just a little bit of friendly competition," she said, as evasive as ever. "Ropes thinks he can best me, but, well, we're going to soon see who the real victor here is!"

"What do you -"

But Ropes didn't give her a chance to answer, bursting into the room with a pleased growl on his lips.

"Sasha!"

"Ropes!"

The dragoness flung herself into his arms as if she had not seen him in months, the cougar's tentacles wrapping around her as well as his strong, muscular arms. Nuzzling her cheek warmly, the cougar purred and held her as tightly and as close to him as a long-time lover, though the time they spent together was increasing by the day. Fyr bit her lip. Sometimes she wondered if she'd ever had the level of intimacy with her husband that her mother seemed to have with him as her newest and supposedly most lustful lover.

"What do you think?" She asked, stepping far enough away from him to do a little twirl. "Am I dressed up enough for what you have in mind?"

The cougar smirked lewdly, taking in her ripped black shirt with no shoulders and the skirt that showed off her long, youthful legs. On a dragoness of her age and, dare one say, wisdom, it should have seemed out of place, but the look was only complimented by her torn and ragged demonic wings, making the younger outfit fit her like a glove.

Fyr sighed.

"Look, mom, you already terrified Scott at the barn," Fyr reminded her. "Do you really want to be flaunting it around everywhere that you're a demon now? Is that really the way you want to go with this?"

She said it as if there was only one sensible option - to stay out of the limelight until things had, at least, settled down a little more with her condition - but Sasha wasn't having any of that.

"Oh, that stoat is fiiiine," she said dismissively, waving a paw. "He stopped hyperventilating after a while. Kind of cute too..."

"Mom! Isn't one guy enough?"

The dragoness' eyes glimmered wickedly.

"Oh, my dear, that is where you're quite wrong," she said smoothly, as if she'd been waiting for Fyr to instigate the need for the comment all along. "But that's something you'll see later. We do want to make her wait until later, don't we?"

Ropes bobbed his muzzle, though his eyes had locked on to Fyr's. His wife froze under the scrutiny - even her tail was still - as time seemed to slow, heartbeat pounding viciously in her ears.

It had been a long time since he'd looked at her quite like that. It had been a long time since he'd looked at her properly at all.

Taking a deep breath, Fyr dragged her gaze from his. Hell, that was intense!

"If you don't want to tell me, have it your way," she grumbled, flipping her paw in unconscious mimicry of her mother. "But I take it I'll be there chaperoning you two to make sure you don't get into trouble? Designated driver and all that?"

Nodding slowly, Sasha seemed to be trying to keep a smirk off her lips.

"Yes, you will make an excellent designated driver. Not that I expect we'll be drinking all that much, but what we have planned will leave us

Ropes grinned.

"You can keep count too." His eyes simmered, tail twitching. "Fyr, you don't mind keeping count, do you?"

The dragoness raised an eyebrow, standing up a little straighter.

"I think you may well just have to tell me what I'm keeping count of first, husband of mine."

"Ropes!" Sasha butted in before the cougar could answer, his lips halfway toward forming a reply. "She doesn't need to know that. At least not yet. Fyr's taking count for us regardless of what it's for, aren't you there, honey?"

Rolling her eyes, Fyr's shoulders slumped forward, all sense of rebellion or control over the situation going well and truly out the window.

"Yeah, of course, I am. Of course."

Sasha petted her condescendingly on the head, giggling as her daughter pulled away in disgust.

"Mom!"

"That's my draggie," she cooed. "Now go find something a little more club-appropriate upstairs, would you? I don't want you to show either of us up!"

Sighing, Fyr shook her head. It was clearly going to be a long day. Or, rather, a long night.

But what more could a submissive cuckold wife do but obey?

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The city club - Tails and Scales - pounded with music, bodies coming together in the beat and grind of dance and lust. Lights flashed and every fur in there seemed years younger than Fyr, let alone Sasha. She tugged uncomfortably at the hem of her T-shirt, cut off across her stomach, which Sasha had picked out for her and near enough wrestled her into.

"I'm really not sure this is appropriate," she'd muttered, cheeks flushed. "Can't I just wear something...I don't know...more comfortable?"

"Appearances are everything," Sasha had only proclaimed in return, flouncing off to check that Ropes was also dressed to her specifications, even if guys typically had it easier than females when it came to dressing for going out. "And I won't have you embarrassing me. Finish getting ready!"

She shouted back over her shoulder and Fyr stuck her tongue out at her retreating backside as she fished aimlessly through the jewellery that her mother had laid out for her. None of it was her usual style and she eventually threw on a couple of pieces, if only to appease the wrath and determination of her sly mother. For she still didn't know what the dragoness was up to even in the heaving mass of the club, sweaty bodies grinding onto one another as if it was their last night on earth. Although, if it really was her last night on earth, Fyr would have preferred to spend it with considerably fewer furs. Maybe just her husband. And her mother too, she supposed, would have to be there. But it certainly wasn't the end of the world and just her thoughts running rampant, so the dragoness shook herself, jewellery rattling lightly around her neck, and painted on the best smile for her lover and mother that she could.

"Here!"

Sasha shouted over the music, pressing a fruity cocktail into Fyr's paw. The dragoness wrinkled her nose at it but took a sip anyway. Such a girly drink really wasn't her forte, especially when her mother and Ropes were both enjoying top shelf vodka. She gnawed her lip. Just where had the money for such an extravagance come from?

It wasn't a question she could ask of them.

"Hold our drinks while we dance, Fyr!" Sasha smirked, passing all glasses to her, her own barely touched as Ropes' whiskers twitched with that faint air of tipsiness, the atmosphere getting to him more than the drink. "You'll do that, won't you? Be a good draggie for us?"

Fyr stiffened. Such a childish name! Why did she have to call her that, although it was, admittedly, a recent development? Fyr shook her head, but held the drinks regardless, lips pressed together into a thin, unattractive line. Not that either of them noticed, of course, Sasha grabbing Ropes' paw as she hauled him off to dance, as light on her hind paws as Fyr had ever seen her.

Turning more demonic - not fully demon as yet, but well on her way - had only done wonders for Sasha's demeanour, the dragoness flaunting and floating her way through the club as if she owned it. And Fyr's husband followed behind her like a puppy, tail and tentacles flicking languidly. It must have been a club chosen for its welcoming nature, or perhaps others just thought Ropes' tentacles were a fashion choice, for those around seemed to take little notice of the demons in their midst. Sasha even got a few claps on the back and Ropes a few whoops for their presence, supposedly, or at least their attire.

Fyr blinked. Maybe attitudes towards demons were changing after all. Scott hadn't seemed too put out by the fact that her mother was a demon.

She winced. Scott. Yes, the stoat. That had been something and a half to explain as her demonic mother raged into the barn, Fyr sure that she had had her heart and soul set on tearing it down to the ground. She still didn't quite know, in hindsight, just how she'd managed to calm her mother, but she was thankful that she had been able to nonetheless. She could only imagine how quickly things had gone south if she had not been able to do what she'd done.

And Scott. Her heart twisted in an unfamiliar fashion, but she didn't pause to consider just why that was. The stoat had been a shoulder to lean on, if only for a short while, and he'd done such wonderful work on the structure of the ranch house too. Though she doubted, after her mother's demonic appearance, that he would appear again after all.

Fyr sighed. The company had been nice if only for a short time. Maybe that was the most she could hope for.

I should join a book club or something, she thought, eyes scanning the dance floor to track her husband and mother once again. Get out and see other people. Especially as I won't be at work much longer. Not that anyone there is really all that chatty unless it's about pop culture and all that garbage.

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She didn't see the irony in the statement as she continued scanning the crowd for those familiar faces. And yet those familiar faces simply didn't seem to be there.

"Mom?"

Fyr set the glasses down, heart hammering. Where was her mother? Where was Ropes? Shouldering her way through the crowd, she snarled and shoved others out of the way, heart in her mouth, ignorant to the swearing and complaints that she left in her wake. They had to move - all of them!

"Hey!"

"Get off the floor!"

"Has anyone seen this dragon before?"

Fyr's cheeks burned, but she couldn't slow her pace as she forced her way through, eyes wild and tail swinging.

"Sasha? Ropes?"

She called out hopelessly, her voice was drowned out by the music, an endless, throbbing drum that pounded into the back of her skull. Where the hell could they be? Were they okay? Fyr cursed herself. Just why had she agreed to babysit two demons out to a club after all? It had all gone wrong and they hadn't even finished their first round of drinks yet!

Outside? Could they have left her there? Something in her stomach twisted and Fyr swallowed a groan, a cold sweat layering her scales. If they'd left the club and were out on their own, there was no telling how others would react to a demoness in the street, even if she was also a freak in the sheets.

Cold sweat trickled down Fyr's back. Sasha didn't know how to handle herself yet, her temper and demoness body changing, settling into its new form more and more with every passing day. What if she attacked someone? It wasn't nice to think about, but it was certainly a distinct possibility.

Shoving her way to the nearest door, Fyr ducked out a side entrance to the club and gulped in breaths of air, even if it was not fresh what hit her lungs. The back alley was blissfully empty, if layered in garbage that was yet to be cleared up, flyers for the club and other events plastered all over the wall. One neon-printed sign advertised sexual services from sister tigress', but Fyr averted her eyes from the overly explicit photo with due respect for those it portrayed. The dragoness leaned back against the wall, a wave of exhaustion hitting her. She should never have gone along with the club idea, not when everything was so up in the air.

A giggle caught her attention and the dragoness pushed off the wall, head turning from left to right several times over. She knew that giggle. She knew that giggle all too well. But where the hell was at least one of the two that she sought?

"Mom?" She said tentatively, the sound of traffic in the main street enough to make sure that her voice was nothing more than background noise. "Mom, are you there?"

"Oh, yesssss..."

Fyr's ears perked.

"Mom, are you there?"

But there was no answer forthcoming, even if she would have known the nuance of her mother's voice anywhere. Stumbling down the alleyway, Fyr cursed at her choice of footwear, the heels strapped to her hind paws making even the simple act of walking difficult. Although she didn't need to go far before a familiar shape rose into view, her back pinned to the wall as she was lifted up by a dark, sultry frame.

Stopping dead in her tracks, the dragoness clasped a paw over her mouth and retreated into the shadows, heart hammering in her chest. A waste bin, blissfully empty of anything besides cardboard and paper, hid her from view and Fyr tried to appear as small and insignificant as possible, just so she could, at the very least, watch.

"Oh, yeah, stud," Sasha crooned, her voice rising above the cacophony of the city in the background. "Something a bit different for my tastes now..."

The stallion with his arms around her snorted a laugh, but otherwise gave no reply, the Friesian's black forelock hanging beautifully over his face. His hoof-tipped fingers dug into the flesh of her, the dragoness' wings splayed flat against the crumbling wall behind her. Neither seemed to care about their less than picturesque surroundings, Sasha groaning like a slut who hadn't been fucked in months on end as the stallion crammed every last inch of his glorious shaft into her soaked pussy.

Fyr tensed up. Did Ropes know what she was doing? She could only imagine how the cougar would react to her fucking someone else. Unbidden, the image of the shy stoat flashed into her mind and Fyr blushed, trying to focus on the lewd scene before her. As alluring as it was, she worried for her mother and what her jealous husband - possessiveness could be said to be a fault of his, it had to be said - would do if he found her having sex with another fur.

She shivered. But the fur in question was one heck of a stud. The stallion rippled with muscle, the T-shirt cut high across his biceps so that every bit of muscle deemed suitable for public viewing was on show, buttocks clenching as his hips rammed forward, spearing that hot length of horse-meat into Sasha's warm depths.

The watching dragoness pressed her thighs together, a familiar warmth seeping between her pussy lips. She groaned as her panties grew slick: a lace number that Sasha had dressed her in only a couple of hours before, making sure her daughter was 'pretty', even if her underwear was surely not important that night.

Hissing through her teeth, Sasha took the horse deep and Fyr imagined how he must feel inside her. Her pussy tightened in sympathy and desire. Just how thick was the horse? Bigger than Ropes. The dragoness shivered. Maybe that was just another point of contention between them, but a demon surely could fuck harder and last longer - not to mention just how many rounds the demon of lust could go with any partner he so chose.

"Unnff..." The stallion grunted, hide gleaming in the sliver of streetlight filtering down the alleyway. "Gonna..."

Well, he wasn't the best spoken of lovers, but he would do for Sasha, or so it seemed from the shriek of orgasm she gave, bucking and grinding into him as he drove her back all the more fervently into the stability of the wall. The stallion grunted loudly, but he didn't have a patch on the dragoness writhing in her arms, ragged wings beating as if she was trying to force her body back all the more eagerly onto his rampant cock.

An equine could not hold out when his body said to cum, to climax, to breed, and Sasha moaned loudly as he filled her with virile seed. His paw slipped down to the curve of her stomach, but either the stud was too drunk to realise that she was heavily pregnant or he simply didn't care. He nickered in the back of his throat as he spilled every last drop into her, heavy balls swinging up to her buttocks as he, very slowly, lowered her down to the ground once again, chest rising and falling in rapid, short pants.

"Fuck... You..."

The horse didn't seem to have many words as he grinned dumbly, stuffing his cock back into his boxers and yanking up his jeans without ceremony. Sasha didn't seem to want him to linger either, waving him off with a flick of her tail as if she was good and done with him, as long as she got her creamy filling and orgasm out of the encounter.

Sauntering off with a stupid smile plastered across his muzzle, the stallion made his way back into the club, the door swinging open allowing sound to spill out into the alleyway if but for the briefest of moments. Music thumped, pounding viciously, and then it was gone again, the stallion off in search of a drink to quench something else his throat ached for.

Stretching, Sasha groaned as she worked out the kinks in her muscles, panties tugged to the side of her pussy as the stallion's seed splattered out of her well-used sex, pussy lips gaping as if already eager for more. Fyr bit her lip, suppressing a moan as she slunk down behind the waste bin even further, though her frills protruded above it, evidently betraying her position despite her best efforts.

"Are you keeping count, Fyr?" Sasha said with a smirk, adjusting her skirt so that it fell back down her thighs in a more respectable fashion than it had been hitched up around her hips. "That's two for me now."

Her daughter jumped, startled to be so addressed.

"Two? What do you mean two?" She demanded, coming out of hiding now that the gig was up. "And for how long did you know I was there?"

Sasha rolled her eyes.

"You're hardly subtle. The competition, sugar, that's why we're out here. I think Ropes is in the back of the club with a little snow leopard." She rolled her eyes. "An easy catch, if you ask me, but I suppose one tight pussy is just like the next for a cougar like him."

Fyr raised an eyebrow.

"I take it some kind of sex competition?"

Well, that at least made some sense. As if she'd hit the jackpot, Sasha grinned and pointed at her, finger waving happily.

"Yes! And I'm, of course, going to be crowned the winner!"

Sasha swayed, spreading her wings for balance, and Fyr sighed.

"Mom, are you drunk? Did that stallion give you anything?"

"No," she chuckled, clinging to the arm her daughter offered for seemingly much-needed support. "But the dragon did... Damn, he was a good fuck. Remember that, it's two for me."

Her claws dug into Fyr's arm and the dragoness yelped, shooting her mother an annoyed look.

"Jeez, mom!"

"Oh! Let's go see what Ropes is up to! Come on - I saw where he went!"

Of course, she did. Why would I ever have thought any different?

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Allowing herself to be towed back into the club, any control Fyr may have ever had over the situation swiftly unravelled. Sasha thrived in the undulating music, dancing her way through the crowd so that she didn't bump or jostle a single person. They moved with her and around her, the dragoness as much a part of them as they were of her in that moment and that moment alone. Fyr did her best to emulate her, but she could not help but flinch away from the music and bodies, all too hot and sweaty and far too close for her personal comfort.

"Here!" Sasha mouthed, though her words were lost to the music. "Back here!"

Sighing, Fyr blinked as she was dragged bodily to the back room. Her mother's demonic strength was certainly a feature that she could have done without, for she had no choice but to follow, even if she would have done so anyway. Her obedience, after all, ran deep.

Kicking open a door set off to the side of the long, main bar, Sasha darted into what had to be a supply closet, cleaning supplies scattered all over the floor with several racks knocked askew. The dragoness could not fail to notice the lock smashed off the door, clearly an area that should have been employees only, if not for a cougar intent on getting his pleasure any way he pleased.

"Sasha!" Fyr hissed. "Get back here!"

But the dragoness disappeared into the expansive room. One could only imagine just how many supplies were needed to ensure a whole club was cleaned - there was even a ride-on floor cleaner and buffer, supposedly also able to sweep up waste from the floor too. Fyr didn't need to hurry after her for long, however, as she nearly fell over her mother hiding behind a rack as she giggled obviously, peering around it like a schoolgirl doing something she really shouldn't have been.

"Look!"

She chuckled throatily, pointing, although Fyr didn't really need her to; she could already see her husband buried balls-deep in a snow leopard. The feline mewled as he ravaged her, clearly helpless to resist the lust and pheromones the demonic cougar could emit at will, even if his prey had to be willing at the end of the day. There was nothing in it for a demon who wanted to rape, except maybe a perverse kind of pride in their own dominance, as it would not sate their lusts and only fire them up even more. Hunger would curdle and ferment in a demon's soul - what was left of it, at least - until they found a suitable partner on which to, more pleasurably, feed.

Ropes purred and nibbled at her neck, bending her back over a wooden box that seemingly was serving as a stand for their liaison. His wife flinched back, but could not drag her eyes away, mixed emotions clashing in her mind. It was worse than when she'd seen her husband fucking her mother for the first time, as much as she'd wanted that illicit thrill of watching them - she'd been the one, after all, who had had the dream to begin with. She'd instigated everything, even if Sasha had been the one to drag it out of her.

Groaning, the dragoness rubbed her forehead, head spinning. What was right and what was wrong? She couldn't feel bad watching her husband plough the sexy little cat, jaws agape as she screeched out her climax, a right little howler. Fyr doubted he even knew the snow leopard's name, intent only on taking his pleasure as his barbs raked through her pussy with each and every thrust.

"Fuck," he snarled, eyes wild and tentacles rising dramatically behind his shoulders. "Gonna..."

He didn't need to let her know, but it was nice of him to warn the leopard before ejaculating inside her, ramming in with a few particularly brutal thrusts as Fyr licked her lips, remembering the taste of his seed on them. It could be here there, getting fucked, if only she was a bolder and braver dragoness than she actually was, for her confidence, although growing, certainly had not risen to the heights of sneaking around for sex in risky locations. She gnawed her lip. Watching it, however... Well, that was another matter.

And, oh, she wanted him more than ever as he fucked the feline through orgasm, cum drooling from her tight pussy as he pounded her. The cougar's eyes burned fiercely and Fyr could only see him, once again, as the demon cougar she'd fallen in love with all those years ago, his lusts rampant and driven on to his ultimate pleasure.

As if knowing what she was thinking, Sasha squeezed an arm around her daughter, letting out a soft murmur of appreciation. The dragoness leaned in close, tail just barely brushing up against Fyr's as if to imply that it had been an accident. Fyr trembled. It was never an accident; everything her mother did was with deliberate intent coming above all else.

"Isn't he just the best, honey?" Sasha breathed in her air, breath warm across the dragoness' scales. "Look at those glutes go... He's a fine specimen of a cougar. You're a very lucky dragoness."

Fyr knew she was lucky, really, but she didn't feel lucky right then and there. All she could feel was longing for the male that she needed inside her, ramming deep and hard to fill her to the brim. It didn't matter that he was fucking someone that neither he nor she had laid eyes on before that night: she had to have him!

Her feet moved without conscious thought, the dragoness stepping from her hiding place as if in a daze of lust, one thought driving her forward.

"Ah-ah, hang on there." Sasha caught her in time, holding her daughter back. "This competition is between me and him, sugar. You wouldn't come close to us in getting sex partners around a club like this anyway!"

Fyr whimpered, but her mother held her fast, refusing to let her go to the only male who could please her. The snow leopard panted heavily, jaws stretched into a goofy, post-orgasmic smile as the cougar trailed a tentacle down her cheek with surprising tenderness. Fyr stiffened. Why could he be so gentle with her and not his own wife? Where had that gone? And why didn't he just fuck her to mark one fuck off on the stupid count of competition he and Sasha had going?

Resentment stirred in the dragoness as Ropes cuddled up to the snow leopard briefly, only taking his time as his softening cock slipped from her. Why didn't the cougar take her instead? Was she no longer good enough for him? Maybe she'd just find someone else to have fun with if the cougar wasn't even willing to use her to score one measly point!

Unbidden, his image swam into her head, entirely unprecedented and uncalled for. Scott. Fyr shivered. Maybe that stoat could sate the growing need in the pit of her belly, the itch that only another fur could scratch. Rebellion sparked in the back of her mind and she set her jaw, giving her mother as warm a smile as she could possibly dredge up. Yes, maybe that was fair and good. If Ropes and Sasha could fuck whoever they wanted, leaving her to take the dregs of whatever was left in her own brand of submission, why couldn't she have some fun too? She had to be taken care of and they weren't always taking care of her!

That thought, however, she sealed away for private perusal at a later date, holding the secret close to her heart.

"Hurry up, kitten," Sasha purred as the snow leopard darted past her, belt still undone and dangling about her skinny waist. "There's got to be more where that one came from!"

She squeaked, eyes wide: clearly she had not been told that there was an audience potentially there, though there was no way she could have possibly identified Sasha as Ropes' mate. Darting away as if the hounds of hell were on her heels, the red-faced feline hid herself in the crowd of the club, though evidence of her wicked shame leaked from her pussy, cunt overfilled by the over-productive demon cougar.

Laughing cruelly, Sasha stepped forward to where Ropes was waiting for her, lips curved up in a predatory smile.

"Did you miss me, darling?" She purred. "That was quite a show, but I still think I'm one-upping you so far..."

"Miss you?" The cougar stroked his whiskers, openly pretending to contemplate the question, although there should have been no consideration necessary. "Well, I did have some...company here."

He smirked, eyes flashing wickedly.

"She was very much a good distraction, a different flavour."

"Oh, well, dear, I had no idea!"

Although Sasha's eyes narrowed, tail curling back and forth in that way that heralded trouble, her tone was all sweetness and light.

"I've just had a stallion outside and, well, you can't get that thickness anywhere else!" Throwing her head back, she laughed, though it was the first time that Fyr had ever had the delight to hear such lust in the sound. "I mean a cougar is all well and good if you can't get anything else, but my tastes seem to be going out to the extreme now..."

Fyr sucked in a breath, eyes wide. Just what the hell did Sasha think she was doing? Didn't she know how jealous Ropes got? And the wife was right, as she always was, her husband advancing on the dragoness who had dared to imply that he was anything but divine with clenched fists and frantically writhing tentacles.

"You think that stallion was better than me," he growled, eyes flashing. "You think any other male here could fuck you better than I can?"

Sasha smirked.

"I'm willing for them to try, sugar, unless you want to put your money where your mouth is and prove a certain dragoness wrong!"

That was all the invitation Ropes needed. A snarl ripped itself from the back of his throat as he launched himself at the dragoness, slamming her into the rack and sending everything tumbling over with a clatter and a bang. There was no one there to bear witness to it, however, besides Fyr, who only helplessly stepped aside to let the demons have their fun and their way with one another.

"Fuck me!" Sasha hissed. "Harder than all those others!"

Ropes' breath raked through his windpipe and he snaked his tentacles tightly around her wrists, smashing her back against the wall as cleaning supplies clattered down around them in a colourful hail of bottles. The mess didn't bother either of them, however: it wasn't as if they'd had to clean up a single time after 'lovemaking' over the course of their last few months together. Only, this time, it wouldn't be Fyr's job to get them out unnoticed once they'd gotten what they wanted. They already had enough furs on their side for that.

"Oh, yes, that's it, stud..."

Sasha's head lolled back as the cougar nipped her neck sharply, eyes as wild as Fyr had ever seen them. Not for the first time, the voyeur dragoness found herself afraid as her husband snarled like a wild animal dredged up from the pits of hell, cock hard and throbbing and only after one thing.

"You'll never have better than me," Ropes hissed, chest rising and falling rapidly in short, sharp breaths as his feline nostrils flared. "Remember that."

Dipping her head to peer coyly up at him, Sasha puffed a cloud of smoke into his muzzle as he pressed up between her thighs. His tentacles were more than enough to hold her up against the wall in lieu of his arms, but she wrapped her legs around him anyway, dragging him against her as he strove to jam his hard cock into her dripping slash of a cunt.

"Oh, I never had any doubt in that, sugar," she breathed. "I only wanted to see just how far you would be willing to go."

Ropes growled and then there was no more room for such utterances as his lips crashed into the dragoness', clumsily overpowering her as her head bumped back into the wall. Her horns caught it in time though, gouging twin lines through the fading plasterwork, and she moaned lustfully into the kiss, rocking her hips at him at just the right time for his cock to slide home. Her tail hung down to the floor, wings crushed to her back, but her pussy lips strained and seemed to clutch at his shaft as the cougar rammed in hard and deep, clearly driving his uncut shaft all the way up to her cervix in one, hard stroke.

"Fuck," he snarled, breaking the kiss for but a moment. "You're dripping."

The lust in his voice could not be denied and he growled into the kiss as he reclaimed her lips for his own, panting and rocking with all the fervour of a male denied sex for months on end. Sasha met his ferocity with his own, fingers curling and uncurling as his tentacles kept her paws up higher than her head, though Fyr was sure that her mother could have fought the hold if she'd so chosen. Maybe the cougar would be on the 'bottom' next time, figuratively at least, but there was a kinkier side to her mother that loved the roughness in any way that the demon cougar could be persuaded to deliver it.

Power play. Fyr licked her lips, torso tipping forward. She was on the bottom, she knew that much, but where did her husband and mother stand in the art of domination and submission? She would have before said that Ropes was, undoubtedly, on top, but that was only to her. Sasha was a dragoness formed of fire and brimstone, willing to pursue and take what she wanted with relentless determination regardless of what the outcome led to. She'd proven that much in going after Ropes only from a dream that had aroused Fyr perhaps a little more than it should have.

Sasha moaned into Ropes' mouth as he slammed into her, each thrust of his rampant cock slickened by the cum of other males. Each thrust pushed semen from her stretched pussy, although Fyr had no doubt that her hot passage was clenching as tightly around him as the demon dragon could possibly manage. Biting her lip, Fyr could not help but squeeze her thighs together, lusts rising even as she was forced to watch her husband fuck her mother in the only way he knew how. It was hotter too to see the two of them together, as fine as she was sure the stallion had been for Sasha. He was a stranger and it wasn't, truly, her mother that she enjoyed watching - well, she was a different kind of allure - but the husband she'd given her life to.

And, if giving her life to him meant that she'd have to watch him slam into her mother with enough force to make a dent in the wall, plaster cracking, she'd do that each and every day for the rest of her life. Fyr groaned quietly as Ropes hammered in, Sasha's body juddering eagerly up to meet up as she sneakily wrapped her tail around his leg. It was a ploy merely to throw him off-balance and she got what she wanted too as the cougar cursed and toppled over like a dead weight with a swift jab to the back of the knees from the prehensile limb.

Another time, Fyr would have rushed to them and fussed over them, asking over and over again if they were okay, but she knew that demons were a tougher sort than she after some experience. It made no difference to them if their submissive partner was hovering over them or sitting back and so the dragoness made the decision to sit back, worming her jeans down her thighs - too tight for her usual tastes - as her paw found the dampness of her underwear.

Groaning, Fyr gnawed at the inside of her cheek, nostrils warming with the hint of smoke as she kept her eyes fixed on the pair intent only on each other, fucking as if their lives depended on it. Sasha rolled Ropes over onto his back, slamming her buttocks down on his cock as he hissed and clawed at her, paws only batted away by well-timed swipes of her tail. Her ragged wings spread out, a dominating gesture, but Ropes was not about to be cowed so easily as she snarled and lunged for his shoulders.

Cock still deep inside the dragoness, the pair grappled and fought for control, rolling over and over as each element of their struggle worked his shaft harder and deeper. The cougar snatched at her top, pulling the sleeveless number down below her breasts, which popped out in a bra that was cut so low that her nipples poked, the nubs perked for his attention. Sasha's eyes rolled back into her skull as she curled her tail around the feline's ankle, dragging him back as he locked his lips around a nipple, growling and pulling it lustfully out from her bosom.

Fuck...

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She remembered how his lips felt on her breast, tongue swirling around a nipple, and she pinched it in memory, eyes half-lidded. The brown and blue shapes of fur and scales coming together drew her lusts to a fever pitch, the dragoness rocking her hips fervently into her own paw as she moaned out her pleasure. Her fingers drove wantonly into her soaked pussy and she pleasured herself without any sense of shame as her husband finally managed to pin the dragoness down to the floor, paws trapped over her head as she squirmed and snarled beneath him.

"You want this," he hissed. "Take it!"

It wasn't the most eloquent of utterances, but it didn't have to be as Sasha slammed her hips back at him, demanding what only he could give in such hefty doses. Fyr could not help herself, climaxing with a throaty moan as wave after wave of ecstasy pulsed through her, although something seemed to be missed in the futile moment of an orgasm that proved ever so slightly unfulfilling. She'd hardly touched herself before rocking over the edge and she rubbed her clit furiously, trying to draw out that pleasure even as it slipped, like water, straight through her fingers.

The demons, however, had no trouble in enjoying themselves, Fyr left on the sidelines to whimper after another orgasm, harder won with her overly sensitive clit pulsing and throbbing. She needed a break, but they did not, Ropes sinking his teeth lustfully into the dragoness' shoulder in what could only be termed a mating bite.

Fyr could not have said just when it happened, but Sasha's transformation fell complete, almost in the blink of an eye. Her scales seemed to ripple, glowing with inner power and dominance, the dragoness snarling as she rocked up to her lover who willingly slipped his tentacles into the holes in her flanks. She had been designed by him, changed by the bump of an egg growing in her belly, and nothing would have made the two of them any less perfect for one another.

Sasha howled as his tentacles pounded her holes, one wing trapped beneath her and the other flapping wildly as she climaxed, eyes rolling back into her skull. They returned a solid, glowing green and Ropes threw his head back in a feral, cougar yowl as he too reached his high, hips working furiously as she milked every last drop of cream from his throbbing shaft. The feline's glutes worked, pounding into her as he came down from his high, tentacles still firmly and lovingly sheathed in the breeding poles her body and change had so sweetly provided for him.

Two pairs of eyes locked, one glowing white and the other a fierce emerald green. The irises would never be the same again and there would be no hiding Sasha's demonic body without the tricks of the trade that Ropes had employed over the years. No more would she be able to walk out on the streets without contacts and covering the raggedness of her wings, although the holes in her sides would be easier to hide outside bikini season, though Fyr was sure Sasha would be one to crave flaunting her body in such a form too.

Stroking Sasha's cheek, Ropes kissed her tenderly, her lips parting to welcome in his tongue. They darted between their muzzles, playing warmly in the afterglow, and Fyr felt considerably out of place as she stepped up, shuffling her hind paws.

Clearing her throat, the dragoness tried to regain their attention; it took several attempts.

"Uh... Guys?"

Fyr rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly as they look up, glowing, demonic eyes unwavering in their intensity. Everything was going to change.

"You know it doesn't count if you fuck each other, right?"