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Cuckolded by Her Mother

Chapter Twenty-Three

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Fyrdrgon

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"Harder! Fuck me haaarrrdeeerrr!

Groaning, Fyr pressed the pillow down over her head, although it, of course, did little to block out the sound of her mother and Scott going at it like rabbits. Only, they weren't rabbits but a dragoness and a stoat who really shouldn't have ever come into one another's lives and yet there they were fucking rampantly day in and day out. Fyr hissed through her teeth, a little spittle clinging to her lips that she couldn't find the energy to wipe off. Just what did she care anyway? There was no one there that bothered to see her or wanted anything to do with her.

Not even Scott.

And that was probably the betrayal that hurt most of all, even more so than the first time she'd realised her husband was, actually, drifting away from her into the arms of a dragoness better suited for him. The stoat had been supposed to be pure and he was sweet... Well, he had been sweet. Kind of. In hindsight, Fyr did not know at what point the dragoness demon had snapped him up, stealing him right out from under Fyr's nose with a mocking squeal of abject glee, snatching away everything that made her life just that little bit warmer and lighter than it may otherwise have been.

For she could dote on them as much as she liked and throw herself into work on the ranch while they enjoyed their lusts but there would always be that sliver of companionship missing for the cuckold wife. And it wasn't just sex that she missed, the yearning ache churning through her gut as if something had been dug in there, twisting violently, but the leaning against her husband's shoulder too, his musky, oaky scent. It was that aftershave she'd bought him one Christmas too that retained his intrinsic smell but she couldn't even steal that away to remember their closeness, as he'd finished the bottle and she simply couldn't find another to soothe her broken heart.

Broken? Ah, she could not have said if it was truly all that broken. Everyone would have said that she was broken, if she'd opened up about her relationship to anyone, but she would have lied and said that she was happy and whole and well. If she was truthful, most of the time she was, in fact, happy and whole and well but it was those other times, the times where she dampened her pillow with tears as their moans and roars echoed through the house, that cut her the most deeply and made her feel like she might actually be broken beyond all repair.

She did not give the egg all that much attention anymore, her longing for even that part of her life wavering sadly, the flame of a candle dimming as it burned the wick into the wax. It was hard to think about another life in there when it was cold, hard and unyielding, much like the hearts of those around her. When it hatched, she'd do the duty that Sasha could not or would not but, until then, she had it nestled safely into a dragon's nest she's managed to purchase online, the nursery set up for either a drake or a dragoness to spill out of the egg. She tried not to think that the hatchling would be too much like a cougar - too much like Ropes, that was. For that was something that may have broken her entirely and she wasn't sure she could face putting herself back together for the umpteenth time.

"Oh, Fyr..."

The dragoness stiffened, bent over the round kitchen table in the kitchen that was very nearly put into place just as she wanted it, although the tiles around the sink and counters needed to be sealed into place still. It was mostly useable but the mess of work and dust clinging to her hind paws and clothes made it necessary to clean and keep on top of things rather more than she would have liked but at least it was something that kept her busy. And being busy was good when Scott's car was parked outside.

She frowned, casting her mother what she hoped was a quizzical look and not a full-on scowl back over her shoulder. What? What could you possibly want with me now? The dragoness, of course, was nude from head to toe, as she had taken to being when at home on the ranch, although Fyr doubted very much that she spent all that much of her time otherwise in any manner of clothing at all when she was out and about too. There was still, after all, that running tally on the whiteboard in the hallway as to which of them (Ropes and Sasha that was) had fucked the most, who had had the most conquests.

Smiling pleasantly, although it was more of a wolf's grin before the kill than anything else, Sasha crooked her finger at her daughter.

"Fyr... Come here."

Her legs jerked to obey before her mind caught up with what her body was doing, cheeks heating up and legs buckling at the smallest gesture from her mother. A flick of the older dragoness' fingers was all it took these days to get her to crumple to her knees, the cloth in her paws and bottle of spray-on cleaning fluid forgotten and dropped to one side. With a moan, Sasha hitched a leg up over Fyr's shoulder, comfortably settling her hefty weight in place as she pressed her daughter's nose up into her crotch.

Only then did Fyr shudder, even if she did not have the strength of will to pull back. Semen. There was semen trickling from her pussy - rather more than a single dose of it too. Fyr trembled. Was it Scott's or Ropes'? She couldn't tell. Their tastes merged into one delectable cocktail as she was forced to slurp it up, Sasha pinching one of her ear-frills just to make sure she stayed right where she was put. Not that she would ever have dared go against the demoness' will but Sasha just liked to have that extra little bit of control over her, which was made obvious whenever she dug in her claws, sending a spike of pain through Fyr's frill.

"There's a good draggie," she cooed, putting on a sickeningly sweet tone even as her daughter twisted beneath her, nose buried in her cunt. "Isn't that better now? Don't you feel so much better right where you are now? You never really wanted that silly stoat anyway."

Oh, but she had. Fyr groaned into her mother's sex, twisting her tongue around the dragoness' clit in an effort to distract her. Could Sasha still talk if she was moaning? Probably not... The crimson dragon doubled her efforts, nose grinding up over Sasha's clit as she drove her tongue all the way up into her sex, stretching and straining to reach her cervix with the very tip.

"Oooh, now aren't you an eager, girl!"

What was with the saccharinely sweet baby talk? Fyr growled to herself, trying everything she could to make her mother shut up even as the dragoness' scales heated up, warmth searing through her from the inside out. Snapping her jaws, Sasha dug her heel painfully into Fyr's back, dragging her in harder as she hopped and shuffled, wanting more and yet not quite in a position to haul her daughter in against her even more than she already had.

But the truth of it was that her mother could completely and utterly control her however she wanted to, whether that was simply through brute force or treating her like the daughter, the hatchling, she had been oh so very many years ago. Fyr groaned, beaten down as her mother's words washed over her, a flood of condescending humiliation twisting and turning her broken mind down a track as yet untested. The dragoness moaned against herself, semen slipping down her throat like water, but there was nothing she could do to escape the clasp of her mother's too strong thighs until the dragon above her screamed and hissed out her orgasm, flapping her wings hard enough to buffet her.

"Yes! Oh, fuck yes, my whore of a daughterrrr-ahhh!"

What should have been simply mocking turned into a cry of pleasure, her juices flooding Fyr's muzzle as the dragoness desperately tried to lap up all that she could, just so that she didn't have to later clean it from her scales. At least, that was what she told herself as she moaned into her mother's soaked pussy, folds soft and dripping against her lips. Fyr twisted her tongue into the dragoness' sex, driving her on and on and on to as much pleasure as she was physically possible of delivering, giving all that she had until she had nothing left but her own heaving, panting breaths.

But her mother had no intention of using her further even as Fyr drew back tiredly, eyes half-lidded and her mind already resigned to being used and abused for orgasm after orgasm, the taste of cum thick in her muzzle. It seemed like it didn't matter how much she washed out her mouth after being forced to serve, the taste of cum and her mother's slick arousal still lingered, colouring and seeping into every last part of her day.

Done with her, at least for the moment, Sasha dismounted and gave a satisfied sigh, juices trickling down her inner thighs as if her body was trying to ready her for a much larger partner.

"Thanks for warming me up again, sugar," she murmured, blowing a kiss to her daughter as she turned her back. "That stoat you picked out for me sure is a fine one! He goes all night long and more with a little encouragement."

Fyr's heart skipped a beat but for all the wrong reasons. She hadn't picked him out for Sasha! He had been for her! Well, no, that wasn't right either but she certainly hadn't done anything of the sort that involved him and Sasha doing anything together! Not even her and him but that had, well... The dragoness blushed and leapt to her feet, heart tightening in the lump in her throat. That had just kind of happened and happened very badly too.

But she had to say something.

"Mom!"

The dragoness didn't stop, halfway up the stairs by the time that Fyr caught up to her, her buttocks in full view with the creamy mixture of cum and feminine juices stark on her inner thighs. Without even throwing her a second glance, her mother hummed a sultry tune to herself, adding the sway of her hips into the beat and drive of it.

"Mom - wait!"

That got her attention, but only barely.

"What is it?" Sasha frowned, folding her arms. "You should know better than to interrupt me like this!"

"I..." Oh, why was she suddenly so tongue-tied? "I... No, I never put Scott there for you! Don't say that!"

Sasha raised an eyebrow.

"Did you forget our little agreement, daughter? I won't tell your husband if you keep your mouth shut here and be a good little dragoness slut for me and my cougar."

Fyr growled, snapping her jaws, although she was not truly trying to be threatening; it was more of a reflex than anything else.

"Yeah, I remember. But what more are you going to do with me? What more can you do to me?"

Laughing, Fyr spread her paws apart, no sense of humour in her tone.

"You've taken everything and then what I wanted to have for my own, a little bit of fun? Was that so bad? Was that really something you needed to thieve from me too? He was nice, mom... Nicer to me than you or my husband have been!"

The last utterance was laced with more venom than intended and she knew, instantly, that she'd taken things a step too far. She hadn't meant it, she tried to say, it was all just words, nothing serious really. But Sasha moved like a flash, advancing on her with a thundering growl that sent tremors through her body, tail lashing and slamming into the wall in her terror to get away.

"Oh, is that what you think, daughter?" Sasha hissed. "Maybe you should come up for a taste then! If you think that that stoat would have ever done anything with you!"

No...

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But Sasha whipped her tail out, the flexible tip securing itself around her wrist as Fyr cried out, ear-frills caught and pinched between two punishing claws. Against her will - as if she could have fought off a demoness - she was hauled up the stairs to the bedrooms as if she didn't weigh anything at all, squealing and crying out in pain all the while. The burning pinch of her mother's claws seemed to sear through her skull but she could not relieve either the pain or pressure in the slightest as Sasha cruelly did with her just as she willed. It was always just as she willed.

It had been hard enough to take his cock into her mouth the first time Sasha had forced her to her knees before Scott, the stoat not even saying a word to her as she pleased him, almost woodenly. Of course, Fyr had known just what to do and she noted what made him moan the loudest but it was all very clinical in comparison to the soft, loving, tender sex she'd imagined having with him. And it was only to be more of the same as Sasha hurled her daughter into the master bedroom, Scott splayed out on the bed with his paws tied to the wooden bars of the headboard.

"Oh!"

The stoat flinched as Fyr stumbled onto the bed, knee crashing into the side of it, the mattress she'd picked out but never slept on herself. She couldn't meet his eyes but her mother had other plans in mind as she sliced through Fyr's clothing, using her claws and teeth to shred every last piece of fabric from her body. The dragoness should have been used to such treatment by that point but she still shrieked as she was disrobed, heart pounding as cold air brushed her scales, perking up her nipples. She was all too aware too of the stoat's eyes on her, devouring her form as he had not before, and she blushed against her will, trying to stroke the heat from her cheeks and neck to no avail.

Her mother scooted up behind her, breasts pressing to her back. Fyr's breath caught. Oh, things could have been so different... Things were gentler back when they started, softer. But did she like the harshness too, slicing through all inhibitions she may have previously held to launch herself completely and utterly into the control of one who sought to use every last inch of it.

"She wanted to see you sooo badly, Scott," she murmured, rubbing Fyr's shoulders in an almost painful fashion, fingers digging in rather than massaging. "I'm sure you won't mind getting your nuts drained from my lovely whore of a daughter now? You need a break from a big, strong dragoness like me sometimes too!"

"Ma'am, I've..." The stoat rolled his head from one shoulder to the other, groaning softly. "I'm cum so many times, ma'am, oh my..."

But he was not complaining, only stating the tension and tiredness seeping through his limbs, even if he had a few more goes still left in him. He was not tied down all that tightly, his legs still free, but the silk scarf wrapped around his wrists reminded Fyr of something that her mother would have had in her wardrobe a long time back, although she could not possibly imagine the rock and roll dragoness daring to don it now. Sighing heavily, Fyr barely had a moment in which to drag breath back into her lungs before she was forced down over the stoat on the bed, breasts pulled down under their own weight as she caught herself on all fours.

At any other time, she may have languished and luxuriated in his eyes on her but there was something far seedier and more sordid about it when her mother stood over them hungrily, wings tucked in tight to her back, her arms folded and eyes narrowed to glowing, green slits. Shuddering, Fyr ducked her head down, striving to maintain some sense of composure with the stoat's throbbing cock drooling before her nose.

The dragoness whimpered. How could something that should have been so right turn out so wrong? She knew what was expected of her and, trying not to close her eyes and irritate her mother even more, she took his cock slowly between her lips.

"There you go, sugar, take him nice and deep now. He's only had my pussy for so long that that stoat'll be forgetting what a slut's maw feels like!"

Fyr suppressed a shiver, trying to concentrate on the task before her. For that was all it felt like: a task that she had to complete. But it was an enjoyable task too if she didn't think all that much about it. Groaning around his smooth-skinned shaft, she took him as deep as her mother had directed her, doing her best to ignore the flow of direction streaming at her, battering down at her defences while she so desperately tried to lose herself in the moment. Although she had only sucked his cock once before (and that had been humiliating enough), the dragoness felt as if she already understood all the little nuances in his body, just how the veins pulsed on his cock as he squirmed beneath her. It was even a little bit of a thrill to be blowing a bound male, Scott at her mercy as much as she was at theirs.

The rush of power was intoxicating, flooding her system as she flushed hot and sucked harder, even moaning around his cock, although her pleasure was mostly muffled. Pleased, Sasha unfolded her arms and spread her wings, letting out a long, rolling hiss.

"Now, that's more like it, honey..."

But Fyr wasn't paying attention to her as she moaned and cupped his balls, rolling the softly furred orbs between her fingers as she dove down on his cock with ever-increasing urgency. The dragoness whimpered around his fat length and trembled to take him deeper and harder, the tip grinding just about into the back of her throat when she shoved her nose all the way down, crushed into his crotch and barely able to breathe. Dimly, she was aware of the stoat panting but she couldn't think, just had to keep doing, following her lust to the inevitable end.

Just how many times already had he cum, Sasha enticing him on with her sultry ways and something more too that Fyr was only just beginning to catch onto? The dragoness demon had a way about her that coaxed load after load out of a male's balls and she had no doubt too in her mind that Sasha would have also been fully capable of making her orgasm over and over again, if she'd so chosen. But pleasing her daughter wasn't part of the deal unless it was a way to show off her control over her, which Sasha was more than happy to do as she perched surprisingly delicately on the edge of the bed, mattress bowing lightly beneath her weight.

Fyr jumped and automatically juddered away from a paw that was far too cold on her buttocks but Sasha wasn't taking no for an answer, sliding a lubricated finger into her pussy where it was swiftly joined by a second. The slick rub of lube over her backside should have given her some kind of warning as to what was going to happen next but Fyr still squealed as another finger pushed into her tail hole without warning or ceremony, cold and slender like a finger of ice.

"Yeeeowww!"

Her squeal could have woken the head and she ripped her muzzle away from Scott's cock, luckily retaining enough control over herself that she didn't cut up his shaft with her sharp teeth, always a problem for those of the predator furry species. The stoat blinked at her but could not voice any concerns, if he even had any left for her, leaving Fyr hissing and shakily returning to sucking his length while Sasha plunged her fingers into both her pussy and tail hole.

"Such a slut..."

It was wrong to be spoken to like that by her mother, her very own mother who should have loved her and cherished her and, above all else, supported her, but Fyr had no say in the matter as she was demeaned and sodomised, the older dragoness' driving fingers pressing against one another through the thin barrier between the two passages. Of course, her body could not help but react and Fyr panted heavily, hot breath washing over the stoat's cock, as she ground back without thinking, needing something more as her pussy juices flowed.

"Getting into it now, aren't you, my little dragoness?" Sasha mocked, her tail curling around to prod Fyr in the side as if she thought that her daughter wasn't quite paying her enough attention. "This is the place you always needed to be in. And trust me when I say that one such as you is going to get just what you deserve..."

What that meant was beyond her comprehension as those fingers drove on, even managing to curl up against one of the most sensitive spots inside her pussy, her G-spot sending wickedly tantalising tremors through her as if she was going to orgasm right then and there. Moaning, Fyr redoubled her efforts on Scott's cock, lapping and sucking on it as if he was the last she would ever have, need rising more and more with every passing second.

Damn it... Fyr groaned and flinched, tail flicking wantonly. Couldn't she just have him? Scott, that was, of course, the stoat that everyone seemed to be after without digging into the deeper meaning of just who he was beneath his soft-furred exterior, passive eyes shining as he was laid back to enjoy what was presented to him. But one fuck, just the one time? Would that really be such a tall order, a request that neither her mother nor her husband could fulfil for her? Surely they could spare her one little fuck when they slept about all over the place and, truly, Scott wasn't that much of a catch anyway, they wouldn't be giving up all that much...

Yet, of course, Sasha wasn't one to sacrifice or give up a prize once she had it within her claws and Scott was one of those things that she would play with just as she saw fit, regardless of how that turned out for anyone else. Drawing Fyr up and away from the cock that she was suddenly slavering over, hungry for more, Sasha giggled cruelly and pressed up close, breasts squashed lightly into her daughter's arm. Whimpering, Fyr shook her head, but the grip on her was too tight, pulling her up and up until she was on her knees and trembling. She seemed to rarely be settled in herself, after all, when her mother was around so, truly, that was nothing new, even if the knowledge of it made her shake all the more, proving unsettling in herself.

Her mind swayed, threatening to come apart as her breath raked against her eardrums with every drag, seeming much louder and more aggressive than it had any right to be. Had she always breathed that loudly? Her heart seemed to pound painfully in her chest too, each beat exaggerated until she shuddered with the force of it, forced to spread her legs as her knee bumped into Scott's thigh, cock still hard and ready and waiting for her muzzle to return.

"Ah, together again," Sasha whispered, although there was no way that Scott could not have heard her. "It's really sweet, isn't it? The two lovers... You coveted and now look where you are?"

Fyr groaned. Just where was she going with that? Of course, she had. Everyone that was important to her, bar Ropes, knew that she had wanted Scott. That went without saying, surely but it was increasingly difficult to think through the fog of lust swamping her, need overcoming her own body as Sasha's fingers slipped from her holes, slick with lubricant and a fair dose of what Fyr's own body could produce, clinging to her fingers in sticky strings of lust.

Oh, how she was lustful... And how she needed them, needed them like a druggie needed a quick hit to keep them going through the day, bleary-eyed and moving as if through a movie that was set to play out to a predictable and inevitable end. Everything seemed pre-planned, things driving her forward without conscious thought, lips parted in a moan as her mother hooked a wet finger lewdly into the corner of her lips, holding her mouth open.

"Thing is, sweetheart," Sasha breathed. "You wanted him rammed inside you, didn't you? And you're going to get just that now. Aren't you such a lucky draggie today?"

What did she mean? Nothing good, Fyr was sure of it, and the dragoness heaved a gasp and even tried to yank herself away as Sasha dragged her up the bed by the back of the neck. It was shockingly easy for her to manhandle her daughter into position, the dragoness forced to part her legs over Scott's hips, tail shakily lifted for what her mother wanted. Still, she had not quite caught on to what the cruel dragoness craved for her daughter, the humiliation in store, and jerked away with wide eyes as the stoat's cock nuzzled up to her tail hole as if in an intimate kiss.

"Mom! Wrong hole!"

But Sasha's eyes glittered and she held Fyr rigidly in place as she pressed her down, knowing just when her legs would weaken. It was not, after all, as if she could hold herself up and away from the stoat's cock forever, after all.

"No, sugar, it's just the right hole for a whore like you."

The word was spat with near vehemence and Fyr cried out as she was forced down and down and down, the poor stoat beneath her having no say in the matter, her anal ring stretched and spread for the first time in weeks by a shaft. And it had been longer than that still since she'd had a sliver of anal play from her husband, although that had been such a quick, rough fuck that she'd been left wondering just what had happened, his semen trickling from underneath her tail. It hadn't been sexy then but it was something altogether more cruelly alluring as Sasha teased the pad of her thumb over her daughter's clit, coaxing a shaky moan from her lips even as she was violated.

"There... That's a much better hole to have him fill, darling."

But she wasn't Sasha's darling, not at all. Yet she could not find the words to drag the meaning of what she needed to say to her lips, twisting and grunting as her shoulders trembled, Sasha eventually settling for pinning the crimson dragon's arms back behind her, wrists crossed and forced in close to the small of her back. If the strain on her shoulders was not enough, the pressure inside her tail hole surely was, Fyr groaning and whimpering as she tried to pull away, although her efforts were increasingly futile and more for the show of it than anything else.

At least she got one fuck out of Scott, she thought through a daze of stretching, the full length of his cock seating itself up under her tail. Even if it was not the way she wanted it to be with soft music and rose petals and sweet kisses, it was still something...right? Clinging to that thought, she clenched her jaw and swallowed a grunt as her mother guided up and down, forcing her to bounce and fuck herself with increasing 'vigour' (it was all a show, of course) on his dick as if she was having the time of her life.

The stoat... Fyr could not have said whether or not he was enjoying himself, although the moans rolling from his lips should have told the tale for her. His cock pulsed and throbbed within her, each spurt of pre-cum splashing into her most intimate and forbidden of holes with hot, stark detail - a sensation that she should not have truly have been able to feel. Her mind floated somewhere above the scene, watching her from a bird's eye position as she was forced to ride him, her mother shoving her hips down and down and down just to make sure she took every last inch each and every time. Fyr whimpered, heat flushing through her neck and chest, her blush spreading. It was as if she didn't know how to fuck a male herself...

Maybe her mother truly thought so little of her that she believed Fyr's capabilities were so low that she would need to be guided and micromanaged. It wouldn't have surprised her if her mother really did think like that, although it was a blow to what little self-confidence she had, her self-worth at all time low when it should have been bolstered. Somewhere along the way, the balance had shifted from pleasure to pain and the ache in her backside was nothing at all in comparison to the ache in her heart, a hole opening up in her chest as if she'd been torn apart.

"Mom..." She gasped, pleading and whimpering, believing still that things could be changed. "Mom... No... No, I don't want..."

"Oh, shush, sugar, this isn't about it."

And those words stung more than anything else, the dragoness' forced moan devolving into a strangled whine as tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, though it was not from pain that she resided on the edge of tears. Just like that, her world crumbled, breaking apart at the seams as if it had never been. There was nothing that could pull her back together either as Scott drove his hips up from the bed, groaning and ramming in of his own accord. Not even her weight could hold him down as Sasha crooned, evidently pleased with his response, and allowed him to do so, the stoat grunting like a real stud as he fucked her tail hole with all the passion of a fur possessed.

"Well... And I thought that hole was just for me."

Ropes purred in the doorway, which had, of course, been left ajar: there were no secrets in even the ranch house that Fyr had built from the ground up. She may have designed it all herself but there was nothing that she could ever have kept from those in power over her, whimpering and whining as Sasha clasped her jaw, tipping her head back as her mouth was forced closed.

"Isn't she sweet, darling?" Sasha breathed, accepting the kiss of her lover as Ropes nuzzled his way down her throat to her collarbone. "Such a hot little slut... I saved the other hole for you though."

Ropes murmured something against her lips but anything further was lost as Sasha kissed him deeply and passionately, the sound of their sloppy kiss resounding through the room as they lost themselves in each other's embrace. Fyr wasn't even listening to them, however, gasping and panting as Scott took control, daring to cram every inch of his cock into her as he flushed crimson beneath his fur, scrabbling for purchase on the bed. If she'd been more with her senses and not trying to bear through the pain and soreness in her body and soul, she would have realised that the stoat was eking closer and closer to orgasm but, as it was, his moment of climax, seeding her tail hole, caught her completely and utterly off-guard.

The stoat groaned and grunted, chest shuddering, as he spilt his seed up under her tail. She was not even aware of just how she kept it obediently flagged for him, head tipped back as if Sasha was still holding it even as Ropes rammed the older dragoness up against the wall, claiming the pussy that was truly his and his alone. It didn't matter who else Sasha fucked, only that she had her cougar to come home to, and he hissed through his teeth as he slammed his tentacles into the slits in her sides, filling the body that had been designed to match him perfectly.

But none of that matter as rope after rope of virile seed was wasted in her tail hole, Fyr jerking back but not able to free herself - not that she was really trying all that hard. The dragoness twisted her head from one side to the other, clenching and unclenching her paws, but it was harder and harder to bear the force under her tail, straining her anal ring to a sharp tear of pain as she clenched down.

Relax! Relax, darn you!

Yet she could not relax, not with Scott throbbing into her, wishing that she could taste his seed in her maw instead. Or he could have filled her pussy, either would have done, but her tail hole was not supposed to be fucked, not like that. Tears trickled twin tracks down her cheeks, darkening and dampening her scales, though no one else noticed or cared, Scott falling back to the bed with a groan in the blissful afterglow.

There was no afterglow for Fyr, however, the dragoness casting her eyes from one side to the other, unsure if she was allowed to disengage while Scott's cock finally softened, easing from her without conscious will or desire. She could not have even said whether she wanted to keep it in there, the last fragile connection she had with the object of her desire, but it slipped out all the same, drooling the last drop of cum against his thigh, which only added to the mess of sexual fluids soaking into his fur.

"Oh! Yes!" Sasha cried, the picture frame on the wall (her and Ropes, of course) jumping and rattling with every thrust. "Fuck me! Make me - ahhhhh!"

But she could not get out all the words she wanted to as orgasm took her, the demoness letting rip a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house they were in, even if nobody besides Fyr appeared to quail away from it. Ropes joined her and snarled as he pounded her, the slurp and squelch coming from her pussy easily denoting his own climax, even if he did not need to announce his claim quite so loudly.

Only when his true dragoness was good and seeded did the cougar draw away, cock dripping with a mixture of her juices and his semen, a slick coating that would no doubt be replenished if ever it ran dry. Sasha did not crumple in the afterglow, her climax invigorating her lust rather than sating it, but stood tall instead, wings raised as if she was actively trying to show off her power. She didn't need to show off though, embodying everything there could have ever been to do with dominance in every scale on her body, a smirk pulling at her lips.

Fyr's heart sank. Her torment was not yet over.

"Bend her over, darling..."

Fyr felt his paws on her but they did not seem like the paws of her husband anymore, foreign and harsh in their handling of her as she was forced to lie over the stoat's body, her legs dangling off over the edge of the bed. And then she was thankful that Sasha had, at least, made Scott fuck her tail hole first for his shaft was nothing in comparison to the driving, brutal force of a demon slamming into her.

He didn't listen to her cries but pinned her down to the bed with his paw on the back of her neck, a feral growl rising from his lips, tentacles lashing the air furiously. He needed her, needed what her body had to offer, and it had been so long since he too had had a nice, tight tail hole to pound. Why should he hold back when she had been laid out before him by his very own demoness? Sasha was no more helpful, kissing Scott and forcing her tongue into his muzzle as the broken stoat moaned, happily and readily return the kiss even if he was dominated and pushed into the intimacy against his will.

Or was he? As Fyr cried and clawed at the bed, his knees digging into her stomach, she could not have said that the stoat was unwilling at any point, just simply under Sasha's spell. But she was not, at least not any longer, whimpering out a stream of pain as he slammed into her as if she was Sasha, not treating her to the gentle strokes her body so desperately needed. Each grind of his shaft brought an odd wave of pain crossed with pleasure that was completely unwanted, the dragoness' twisted mind torn between crying out in delight and begging him to stop.

So, she did neither, simply bearing through each and every last thing he had to offer, the scrape of his shaft driving through her. He was no bigger than he had always been, his uncut length caressing her just the same, but he felt much larger and more powerful in a position of power and control over her, the weight of his paws on her ensuring that she was held down in position. And, as Sasha pressed her pussy to Scott's lips, Fyr moaned and had her first anal orgasm, ecstasy that she did not want rippling through her, wave after accursed wave telling her that her body loved what was happening even if her mind, truly, did not.

She did not moan as he filled her, spaced out and drifting far, far away from what was happening as Ropes climaxed again, his seed adding to the stick load of Scott's driven deep up inside her sore and abused hole. Stretched so far that it gaped, her tail hole did not close up again immediately as he pulled out, her tail still lifted as if she expected more to come. Ropes laughed and spanked her buttocks, making the flesh jiggle as she dragged the sheets to her muzzle and let out a hacking sob that, of course, went ignored by the rest as Ropes once more turned his attention to Sasha. Sliding into her pussy while she sat on the stoat's muzzle, he groaned and nipped the back of her neck playfully, allowing her the most pleasure as their bodies rocked lustfully together, tails softly intertwined.

Fyr knew when she was no longer wanted or needed. A look from Sasha cemented the notion and she scarpered from the bedroom that should have, rightfully, been hers, tears building in her eyes, although she did not yet allow them to spill forth. She did not feel that she had yet earned even that right, wanting some kind of release that wasn't a forced orgasm curling through her viciously, forced by the cock of a male that she did not even feel she knew any longer.

Had Ropes always been like that? She did not know but that had not been her husband fucking her in that bedroom as she let out a wracking sob and hurled herself into her own bedroom, shaking and wide-eyed. Escape? What? What could she do? What did she need? Could she even have what she needed? Oh, even her mind betrayed her, rising up in a snarl as her very own worst enemy.

Comfort. Quiet. Push all the other thoughts away. Taking the deepest breath she could, Fyr whimpered. It could not be that difficult, could it?

Wiping her eyes, Fyr wrapped herself in a blanket, scales still caked with sweat and bodily fluids from both the males and the females - including her own. Too sticky to sleep, she hunkered down beside her bed and rocked quietly, eyes lowered as if she could not bear to raise them, to look at what was happening with her life when everything rocketed so far beyond her control that it was obscene that she had allowed it to happen.

Yes... She'd allowed it. She hadn't stopped it. Neither had she said no in the way she should have. Of course, she was to blame. Fyr squeezed her eyes tightly closed but there was no stopping the tears from squeezing out from the corners, no matter how hard she tried. The tears did not even feel like her own to shed, even though she wanted something to change, anything to change, just to make her feel, once again, as if she was in control, at least a little, of the life she had once called her own.

And then Fyr knew just what she had to do.

The dragoness sat upright, a gasp breaking her lips, although it was silent, giving no indication that she was actually present in herself. Yet she did not need to be as she leapt up and threw the blanket away, throwing herself into action before the thought flung itself out of reach entirely. A bag was under her bed as if it had been waiting for her, empty but not for long as she piled clothing haphazardly into it, her breathing ragged and uneven.

It was finally happening. She had to make a choice, a stand and, at last, take her chance.

Scott's moan echoed through the wall. She closed her eyes.

She had to get out.