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The Competing Cuckold

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Fyrdrgon

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Sasha moaned, breasts pressed to the dining table, which had been pushed up against the wall of the kitchen, as Ropes drove into her with the lust of a feline who hadn't had sex in many, many weeks. However, the dragoness and demon cougar had only had sex a little bit earlier that day and their lust was purely for one another. With the passion of lovers in the honeymoon phase of their relationship, blue scales met tawny brown fur as their groans echoed around the kitchen.

The dragoness at the stove, on the other hand, found herself struggling more than a little to concentrate while her husband fucked her mother in the most obvious, attention drawing place possible. Clamping her jaws together, she fought down the urge to push a paw between her thighs and relieve the growing need there. They'd probably planned it for a time when they knew she'd be too busy to masturbate while watching them fuck, the Sunday dinner that she had so carefully slaved over for hour on hour demanding attention that she simply no longer wanted to give.

Fyr inhaled slowly and deeply, striving to calm herself as Sasha clawed at the table and goaded her daughter's husband on. The pots on the stove steamed and bubbled, dinner very nearly ready to serve, and Fyr wondered if they would vacate the table in time for her to serve up. If she had to work out how to keep the food warm and palatable while they finished up their rather more heated liaison, that would be her problem to deal with and she would do it darn well too!

Her mother moaned loudly, flapping her wings hard enough to ruffle the cloth napkins that Fyr had laid out neatly on the table.

"That's it," she hissed. "Good and deep. I love how you fuck me, Ropes!"

Her daughter flinched, but otherwise gave no indication that she had heard that little utterance. Terms of endearment had crept more and more into their everyday conversation and, although Fyr had made no comment, the growing bond between the two of them could not be denied. Why, she'd even say that Ropes knew the ins and outs of Sasha's body even better than he knew Fyr after all the time they'd spent together.

She knew well enough by then when her mother was about to orgasm and she gave all the usual signs in classic fashion. Her toes flexed and curled, her naked scales shimmering with all the lotions she'd been applying, and Fyr took a moment to enjoy the form of her mother, the tight curves and undulating lines of her body. She hoped she looked so good, but, as was any female, she was too critical of her own body. Yet Sasha was still in fine form and the maintenance of muscle beneath a soft, pleasant layer of feminine fat made her alluring to both females and males.

The dragoness gasped and shook, tremors running through her muscles as she reached climax, jaws parted and eyes rolling back into her head. Fyr paused in stirring a pot of gravy, eyes on the slap of Ropes' hips as he pounded her to a climax that surely had her head spinning. Pressing her thighs together, Fyr moaned and touched her fingers to her lips, tail curling around her calf. If only it was her writhing in the throes of ecstasy. Or watching and edging herself at the same time. She licked her lips. Yes, that would be just as good, if not even better.

Far from collapsing over the table as Ropes slammed in, fucking her through climax, Sasha panted harshly and pushed backwards, standing to press her back up against his chest. The cougar held her tightly, paws groping and massaging her breasts so intimately that Fyr felt that she was intruding on such a lustful, private moment simply by watching, even if they had started fucking right there in front of her.

Grinding deep into the dragoness, cougar growled and slipped his ears back, slamming into her with the lust of a cougar possessed. A demon of lust, he could go again and again - something that Fyr's mother had taken full advantage of during her time staying with her daughter and Ropes. He snarled deep in his throat, dark lips pulling back from his teeth, and the table shook beneath them, knocking into the wall with every thrust.

But he evidently had something different planned for the dragoness and his own orgasm as he pulled out with a lewd splatter of feminine arousal on the tiled floor. He spun Sasha around and grabbed her arms, planting a deep, lustful kiss on her lips as her tongue darted into his mouth to claim and dominate his tongue. Even through her breathlessness and spinning head, the dragon gave as good as she got until he gently encouraged her down to her knees, increasing the weight of his paw on her shoulders until she slowly eased down.

Looking up at him, Sasha rested a paw on the cougar's inner thigh, fingertips just barely brushing his balls. The cougar shivered, giving his slick cock a few pumps in his paw, holding it up to her lips.

"Open wide," he purred, tail flicking. "I wouldn't want to let a drop go to waste."

She must have chosen to ignore the dominating tone of his voice, for Sasha parted her lips with surprising willingness, allowing Ropes to ease the length of his cock all the way into her long muzzle. Groaning, he tipped his head back, fingers playing across her muzzle and head as he thrust languidly, letting her wrap her tongue around his shaft as she bobbed her muzzle in time with his thrusts. Although she didn't spend all that much time on her knees - there was another dragoness in the household to take care of that particular need for Ropes - there was no denying the skill of the older dragoness in giving great head.

It didn't take long for the dragoness to get the prize she craved, the cougar shooting his load into the back of her throat. Before she had time to gag, the dragoness gulped down every drop, looking up at him lustfully the whole time. Ropes panted roughly, breath raking through his throat and rocked his hips slowly, drawing out his own orgasm as he spent himself down the throat of a dragoness who was not his wife.

Neither of them spared a glance for Fyr.

Only when they were good and done did Sasha sit back on her heels with a self-satisfied sigh. The last spurts of Ropes' cum splattered across her lips and she murred contentedly, allowing him to spend his seed where he pleased. Fyr gulped. If that had been her on her knees, he would have had his paw on the back of her head, holding her in place and turning her muzzle exactly as he pleased to cover her muzzle completely in his cum or shoot every drop down her waiting throat. With Sasha, he was a side more respectful, if not particularly gentler.

Sasha held Ropes' paw as he exhaled softly.

"Are you finished with our dinner yet?" Sasha murmured, licking Ropes' cum off her muzzle. "I'm afraid I've already started my first course without you, darling."

Fyr gulped and shook her head, paw quivering on the handle of the saucepan as she checked the steaming vegetables.

"Uh..." She shook herself, resisting the urge to fall prey to distraction. "Yeah, in a minute. I mean, it'll be ready in a minute."

"Excellent."

Sasha rose fluidly to her feet and kissed Ropes deeply, tongue invading his muzzle. Although he folded his ears back, presumably at the taste of himself on her lips, the cougar submitted to the kiss as much as he could, tail flicking happily.

"We'll be right back after we've cleaned up a little then. I'm sure dinner will be ready and laid out for us then, just as we like it."

Her mother winked and eyed the table, one eyebrow raised as the cougar gentlemanly offered her his arm. Fyr swallowed minutely, though kept her mouth firmly shut.

"Do re-set the table, dear, it's not very neat now, is it?"

Giggling, Sasha looped her arm through Ropes' and led him from the room. Fyr sighed and looked down at the table, cutlery and napkins scattered as if she had just dumped them on the table to begin with and not even tried to arrange them nicely. The fourth chair for the small table was crushed against the wall and she heaved to draw the heavy, wooden table out from the wall again. It wasn't supposed to be there, but something about Ropes and Sasha's romantic interludes just seemed to have her constantly putting furniture back where it belonged.

When her mother and Ropes returned a short while after, three steaming plates had been laid out on the table, complete with a freshly laundered - that very day - table cloth. Fyr smoothed down the length of a single crease in the table cloth, smiling anxiously as she twitched the tip of her tail back and forth. Sasha clasped her paws to her chest, admiring the spread, while Ropes tipped in unconsciously towards the food, licking his lips at the mere thought of sinking his teeth into the tender cuts of meat.

Fyr gave her best hostess' smile and pulled out a chair for her mother.

"Dinner is served!"

*

Out on the ranch, Fyr sighed as she surveyed the barn. It wasn't the ideal way to spend a Sunday afternoon, but it did her well enough and kept both her mind and her feet busy. Sweeping the centre aisle seemed a fruitless task with the amount of dust that blew in through the open doors, stalls a broken down mess of scrap wood and twisted, gnarled metal. She grimaced. It wouldn't be suitable for animals without a considerable amount of work, but, until then, she'd have to put in the hours. Ropes was usually the one spending most of his time fixing it up, bit by bit, but with his distractions of late, the task had fallen to Fyr.

Not that she minded much. Working her body warmed her muscles and scales and the dragoness grunted, putting every ounce of effort into the motion of sweeping. Slowly, every drop of stress seeped from her bones, the practice of good, old fashioned hard work doing more for her soul than a day at the office or a glass of wine ever could have done. She licked her lips, swallowing reflexively. A glass of wine at the end of the day, however, certainly wouldn't have gone amiss either.

The barn door, or at least one of the ones that was still attached on its hinges, creaked obviously and Fyr stiffened, frills flicking back against the sides of her head. Her mother's soft, calculated steps padded down the stone aisle of the barn, clad in trainers that had surely seen better days. Her mother wasn't one for casual shoes, but her usual attire would not have been suited for such grubby surroundings.

"You seem busy out here, sugar," her mother murmured, resting a paw lightly on her daughter's shoulder. "Do you need some help?"

Fyr started, gripping the broom a little tighter. She barely glanced back, Sasha extending her wings with a soft groan to work out the stiffness in the muscles.

"Since when did you offer to help out around here?" She tilted her head to the side, tail flicking. "It's not that bad. I like getting things done."

She paused, rolling the thought around her mind for a moment. It was actually true. She enjoyed doing the chores and making sure Ropes and Sasha were well taken care of. It made her deeply happy in a way she hadn't been for too long. Perhaps not since her very earliest days with Ropes when everything had been rosy and glowing and perfect, rose tinted glasses fixed firmly in place.

"I mean it," she added, a small smile pulling tentatively at her lips. "It's nice to do. Trust me."

Her mother shook her head and pursed her lips, rubbing Fyr's shoulder as she stepped away.

"I wouldn't want to take advantage," Sasha murmured, casting about for something to do. "You do so much around here and things have been very...different lately, honey. Don't think I haven't noticed."

Fyr swallowed and looked down.

"It's not so much that, it's the change of it. The lack of stability. I guess I'll get used to a new kind of stability here."

And then her mother's arms were around her, soothing her shuddering daughter before the tears, which were, of course, coming, even pricked at her eyes. Sasha ran her paws down Fyr's back over and over again, letting her tail slip round to brush hers in a motherly gesture of companionship as she murmured comfort in her ear.

"Do you want us to stop? We will if you do really want that. This is meant to be for all of us, not just two of us. Trust me, we would never want to hurt you."

Fyr gulped. Her mother spoke as if she was Ropes' wife and not Fyr. The thought was unsettling, yet still brought a warmth to her fluttering heart. Yet did she want to back off, stop and give up on everything? What would that mean for her relationship?

"No, no..." She breathed, hardly believing the words were passing her lips. "That's not what I want. I want to see where this goes and...go with it."

She blinked. Had she really just said that? She had a get out of jail free clause - Sasha would stop if she wanted her to! - and she'd genuinely, sincerely said to go on? As Sasha froze, breath suddenly caught in her throat, Fyr hugged her tightly, hiding her muzzle in the crook of her neck.

"Telling you what I dreamed," she whispered, "has opened up oh so very much for me. I never thought it could go this far or be this pleasurable or even this satisfying. It's different and better..." She paused, struggling to find the right words. "It's stronger than before. And I want to see what happens still. I want to go further. With both of you."

Sasha purred and nuzzled her daughter's cheek, drawing her close and warm to her body. The dragoness folded her wings in close around her daughter as if to shelter her from the outside world. It was the least she could do after taking the warm arms of her husband, at least in part, away from her and her safe place.

"I'd like to see where it goes too," she breathed. "Very much so. But only if we're all in on it...okay?"

Fyr nodded, her smile lifting up at the corners.

"I'm in it with you. Heart and soul."

Stepping back, Sasha put her paws on Fyr's shoulders and surveyed her up and down, taking in every inch of her scales, the grubby T-shirt and the ripped jeans as if she was truly looking at her daughter for the very first time.

"You're a stronger dragoness than I ever was, darling."

"That's hardly true."

Shaking her head, Sasha said no more and cast her eyes around the barn. There was much to do and she could not possibly fail to see just how much work remained to be done. It was a colossal task, light filtering in through the rafters and jagged scars of skylights in the roof, dust motes swirling in the beams. Yet, in its incompletion, there was a sense of beauty in the barn too, with the potential of what it could become.

But that positivity had to be unleashed too.

Clapping her paws together, Sasha smiled widely, warmth lighting up her eyes.

"Well, haven't we got ourselves rather serious here!" She chuckled and bumped Fyr lightly with her shoulder. "It's not the day for such dark talk when the sun shines so brightly outside."

Even Fyr had to smile, raising an eyebrow.

"That's not at all like you to be so incredibly cheerful or flowery."

Sasha staggered back, paw on her chest as if she'd been mortally wounded. Dramatising the action, she flapped her wings, pretending at losing her balance as her hip knocked into a rake leaning against one of the stable doors. The dragoness twitched away from it, continuing her act as Fyr stared at her incredulously.

"Well - I never!"

Her daughter laughed, the joy in the sound surprising even her.

"Did you get that trick from Ropes? He's normally one to put on the theatrics, not you."

Sasha smirked and tapped the side of her muzzle.

"Hey, I've learned a trick or two from that cat! I can have a sense of humour too!"

Fyr giggled, picking up her broom again.

"Well, I'm certainly glad to hear that, but I better keep going with the sweeping, get rolling here. There's a lot to do and, as I said, I kinda like this side of the work."

"All work and no play makes for a dull day though. Dragon, you have to take a break!"

Too quick for Fyr, Sasha snatched up the broom and darted back, mischief in her eyes. The younger dragoness gaped and lunged for it, only to find the wooden shaft out of her reach once again, Sasha demonstrating surprising agility for her age as she spiralled away.

"Give it back!" She growled, childishly darting for the broom once again. "I need to get this done!"

She couldn't have sounded more like a hatchling if she tried. The dragoness scowled and shook her head, folding her arms across her chest. Her T-shirt rode up a little, exposing a strip of the scales on her stomach. Her mother grinned and wagged her eyebrows, the ridges bobbing mischievously.

"If you're quick enough, you can have it back. Come get it then!"

Fyr rolled her eyes.

"Mom, I can literally just go get another one. Your choice. Hand it over. Now."

"Okay, okay..."

Too easily, the dragoness held out the broom to her daughter, but, as Fyr reached for it, she yanked it out of reach once more with a wicked giggle. Fyr groaned and threw her paws up in the air, half-intent on storming off. The new lease of life her mother seemed to have found was all well and good, but did she have to interfere with her chores? Couldn't she just go fuck Ropes or something and leave her be for a bit?

"Whatever, I'll get something else done. Not like I have to do the sweeping today. I just have to work."

Turning her back, Fyr could not have said that she was surprised to feel her mother jab her lightly in the ribs, giggling like a much younger dragon.

"Hey, Fyr."

She took a deep breath, fighting down the urge to snap.

Hold it together. It's just a day. You can do this. Don't be such a grump.

"What?" She said, keeping her tone as level and even as possible. "What's up?"

Sasha bounced on the soles of her feet, pushing up onto the toes of her trainer-clad feet. Fyr flicked her tail. Just where had all her mother's energy come from?

"How far is it from one end of the barn to the other?"

Fyr eyed her speculatively. Just why did she need to know? What more was she planning?

"It was in the building plans when we got the deed to the property, but I don't remember the specifics. It's large enough. Why?"

Sasha held up her paws, peering through them as if trying to measure a distance in a very old-fashioned manner.

"Think you can beat me?"

Fyr blinked.

"What?"

Sasha pointed to the other end of the barn, the doors swinging open.

"From here to the doors. How good is your sprinting these days, honey?"

The younger dragoness shook her head and folded her arms.

"Just how old do you think I am, mom? I'm not going to race you like I'm a hatchling all over again. Besides, you beat me all the time back then."

Sasha pretended to pout, pushing her lips out in a manner that Fyr knew, with a wince of recollection, that she had been especially prone to in her younger years. Scowling, she rolled her eyes.

"Make all the faces you like, I'm not doing it. It's ridiculous. And I have work to do here, even if you don't."

Her words contained a little more bite than intended, but they were out in the air between them before Fyr could even think of calling them back. Biting her lip, she turned her muzzle away, hoping her mother didn't spot the heat in her cheeks.

Sasha had to have noticed, yet she wisely made no comment. Leaning closer to her daughter, she bumped her in the side with her elbow, a cheeky grin pulling at her lips. Her smile was infectious.

"Winner gets to sleep in your husband's bed tonight."

That got Fyr's attention. The crimson dragon stood up a little straighter and wriggled her toes, claws digging into the dirt as she carefully appraised the distance.

"I can sleep in my bed any time I like, I'll have you know," she said, forming each word carefully before letting it loose. "That is hardly a reasonable gamble."

Sasha laughed, startling a swallow from the rafters.

"Oh, honey, my sweet daughter. Have you not realised your place in this household yet? I really thought you were a bit more...what are they saying these days? I thought you were more 'clued up' than that."

Bristling, Fyr's scowl returned and she shrugged.

"I could kick both of you out and think nothing of it," she growled, throat rumbling with the slight vibration. "No one would think any the worse of me for doing it, considering what you, my own mother, has been doing with my husband."

"But we both know you'll never do that, because you adore it as much as we do. You've said so yourself this very day. And that's never going to change."

"Fine then!"

She snapped, words coming too quickly to be genuine and not display her discomfort with the mark her mother had hit. It was alright if she said it herself, but to have her own mother extending that loving yet controlling paw over her again... She growled and swayed her tail from side to side like the pendulum of a steadily ticking clock, anger at not being the top dragon of her household conflicting with the lust she felt for what was developing. Just how was she supposed to balance out everything? Where did she draw the line?

Thoughts did her no good. Stalking to the far end of the barn, Fyr grunted and rocked back on her heels.

"Are you coming then? Or do you need a head start on me?"

Her mother's eyebrows pushed together, brow furrowing.

"As if I need that, honey. I can whoop your scrawny butt anytime! Don't you remember all the times I beat you already?"

Unsure if she meant in races - how much had they really mucked about when she was younger? - or more generally in her life and with Ropes, Fyr clamped her jaws shut and refused to answer. It didn't matter anyway, as her mother took up position beside her, rocking her weight back and forth to limber up her feet.

"Jeans aren't really suited to this," Fyr complained, trying to extend her legs but finding the fabric catching behind her knees. "This will be such a pain. But I'll win anyway."

Sasha smiled, something hidden behind the look.

"The stakes are high. I rather enjoy the feel of your husband's shaft pushing into me."

Fyr gulped and forced down the wave of arousal threatening to overcome her.

"But I'll be the one getting it tonight," Fyr chanced, daring to challenge her. "I'll win and then where will you be?"

Sasha laughed, throwing her head back.

"I'll be at the finish line, darling! Are you ready?"

Fyr bit her tongue.

"As ready as I'll ever me. Go on three?"

"Okay! One...two...three!"

As the word she'd been waiting for hit her ears, Fyr flung herself into motion. Muscles warmed from sweeping the barn sprung into action, propelling her forward with speed that shocked even her. The dragoness dragged in hasty breath after breath, feet pounding the hard floor. Poured concrete, it sent shockwaves up her legs as she made impact and, while not a surface that would be wise run upon on a daily basis, it served her well enough to hurl her form into a headlong sprint with all the force she had in her muscles.

Sasha was right there beside her, however, forcing her on, the dragons neck and neck. But Fyr didn't look at her, keeping her eyes on the open doors at the far end, torso tipped forward so that her muzzle was the first thing pushed out ahead of her, stretching out and out with her legs to cover the most ground possible. They flashed by stall after stall, the broken beams and yawning doors making her feel as if she was fleeing from her passion, her dream of the ranch, when, in reality, all she wanted to do was envelop herself in it.

After all, as Sasha had said: the stakes were high.

Her mother dropped back a step, flagging even as she snarled and tried to whip herself faster still, tail a rudder flung out for balance behind her. Her daughter's heart leapt and she knew, right then and there, that she had her just where she wanted her to be.

Fyr crowed like a teenager all over again as she darted through the barn doors into the spill of warm sunshine outside. Her legs kept going even as she tried to slow down and she yelped, nearly tumbling head over heels, tail failing to hold her in balance as her mother's had.

When she finally came to a stop, she ducked her head down, palms flat on her thighs, and laughed breathlessly.

"Woo!" She tried to force out, though didn't really have the breath for more words as her breasts rose and fell swiftly, sweat dampening circles beneath her arms. "I won! I get to sleep in the bed!"

Her mother shook her head and wiped off her forehead, tail flicking quietly as if she couldn't quite believe that she had, in fact, been bested. After all the times in recent weeks that she, Fyr, had come in second place, the euphoria of winning sent her head spinning giddily, mind ricocheting off the internal walls of her skull.

"Fair is fair, sweetheart... You won the race." Grinning Sasha jogged up to her side, gasping for breath even more than her daughter was. "Maybe I shouldn't have taken you on for quite a lengthy spring. I almost had you."

"Yes... I won," Fyr panted, heart pounding as she stretched out her arms above her head. "So now I get to sleep in your - I mean, my - bed tonight. Burns, doesn't it?"

Bending down to touch her toes and straightening once more, Fyr took a deep lungful of air, pushing her chest out as she beamed. Hardly an unpleasant winner, there was still a particular pleasure in the act of winning.

Sasha, however, could not have seemed more nonchalant if she'd been lounging on a deck chair sipping a fruity alcoholic beverage. The dragoness groaned softly as she stretched out her back, but was more concerned with ensuring there were no tight muscles left over from her cold sprint, having had no warm up beforehand. Fyr pressed her lips together, turning away even as she kept a close eye on her mother out of the corner of her eye.

"Why aren't you more annoyed that you're getting kicked out to the guest room tonight then?" She questioned, suspicion knotting her eyebrows together. "I thought you'd be annoyed. You just wanted to race to put me in my place and...then what happened?"

Sasha put a finger to her lips in a 'shush' motion.

"Oh, well, I already fucked your husband today, so is it really any prize for you?"

Fyr's heart sank into her boots even as something else heated up in the very fibre of her being.

"Yes..." She said slowly, rolling her words carefully around her mouth before sending them out into the world. "You did. I was there. You had sex before dinner. But he didn't cum in you then."

Sasha smirked.

"Yes, but he did fill me when you were busy washing the dishes and then came out here to do what you do with the barn. There's always time for fun when you're as hot for each other as we are!"

Her daughter grimaced and rolled her eyes.

"Be that as it may, I still get to sleep with him tonight, so I'm not honestly feeling too fussed about that, mom. Have your giggle over sneaking in a quick fuck - I've got him all night long."

Brushing off her jeans, Fyr straightened again to see Sasha wriggling her loose jeans - perhaps even borrowed from her daughter - down around her thighs. Huffing, she got them to her knees and treated her cotton panties, brand new, to the same treatment, getting them down to her knees. Pushing her shoulder blades into the wall, she arched up and thrust up her hips, gyrating them like the wanton form of a much younger dragoness as something creamy and viscous slurped lewdly from her sex.

"See?" She purred, dipping her fingers into her honey. "Look how he's positively dripping from me?"

She fixed her daughter with a hard, dominating stare.

"Wouldn't you like a taste?"

The dragoness baulked and held up her paws, but could not get the words she needed to say out of her mouth to call the whole affair to an end. Blushing, she tried not to look at her mother's bare sex, fingers toying with practiced familiarity. She couldn't recall if her mother had ever masturbated in front of her, but, in all honesty, her folds had either had a cougar cock or muzzle pressed up to them; fingers weren't really something that happened. Unconsciously, she ran her tongue around the inside of her mouth, salivating. How sweet had her mother tasted on her husband's cock? Could she be so bold?

But Sasha was the one who called the shots, not her.

"Come here, Fyr."

Jerking to attention, the dragoness' feet moved before her mind caught up with her body and she willingly sank to her knees as Sasha placed a paw on her head. Her eyes fixed on those dripping, wet pussy lips that she'd adored from afar for so many weeks, so many romantic interludes as she and Ropes whispered sweet words to one another in the afterglow. Whimpering, Fyr licked her lips, wanting to lean in and yet still hesitating. Sure, of course Sasha was her mother, but she had slurped her juices off her husband's cock more than enough that she may as well have had her tongue thrust into her mother's cunt as it was.

The dragoness wasn't about to give her any choice in the matter, however, as the paw on her head pushed her in and suddenly all Fyr knew was the blue scales of her mother's thighs and the sweetness of her sex. Automatically, she lapped, tongue running up the softly scaled folds where they presented the swollen nub of her clit, throbbing and pulsing for attention. Knowing how needy she was and trying not to think too much of herself, Fyr swirled her tongue around the dragon's clit, desperate to please her like she'd never been before. Even in hindsight, she could not have said quite what had come over her, only that she needed to please her - it wasn't a choice in her heart that was there to be made.

Thankfully, her mother seemed to appreciate her sweet administrations.

"Oh..." Sasha groaned, head tilting back against the wooden wall. "That's just the spot, sugar, you really know what you're doing with that tongue."

Smirking, she stroked Fyr's muzzle.

"Are you sure you haven't been with a lady before, or have you just been imagining this while sucking your husband dry every night since you got married, honey?"

Her daughter blushed and flicked her tongue down, exploring the limits of how far she was desired to go. Her mother groaned, momentarily distracted and tickled her frills to get her to move her head lower, nostrils quivering as she inhaled breath after breath of her mother's potent, alluring scent.

"Get your tongue in there, darling," she murmured. "Taste every drop Ropes left in me... It's all for you."

Shivering, Fyr did as she was told and dipped her tongue between her mother's pussy lips, seeking her entrance and pushing in with no resistance. A lick layer of cum and feminine arousal coated her tongue and Fyr eagerly pulled it back into her muzzle, gulping it down before she could think about what she was doing. And, if she thought about what she was doing, she wouldn't do anymore.

So, she didn't think and focused solely on how Sasha's warm thighs felt beneath her palms, nose ground lightly up to her clit and tongue digging deeper and deeper as the older dragon willed it. Moaning, Sasha encouraged her with the rise and sway of her body, salty, thick cum swiftly being replaced with a more intoxicating tincture of dragoness arousal.

"Just what are you doing with my wife here, Sasha? You could have just called me if you needed some attention."

Fyr flinched. She hadn't even heard Ropes enter the barn and, for a moment, wondered if he'd been there the whole time. It didn't matter either way as she was caught, quite literally, red handed on her knees with her tongue wriggling inside her mother's pussy. Sasha, however, only giggled, tail wiggling gently.

"Oh, honey, I just couldn't wait for you. But maybe if Fyr here would be so kind as to get you ready for me, we can take this further, just you and me."

And then the dragoness found herself forced back and turned around to face the hard cock of a cougar intent on filling her mother yet again. Ropes blew her a kiss and chuffed lowly, giving his uncut shaft a few quick pumps to make sure he was hard and ready for her.

Like a good wife, Fyr opened her mouth willingly for him and moaned like a slut as her husband thrust into the back of her throat. Her gag reflex fought for dominance, but she suppressed it the best she could, chest heaving as she wrapped her tongue around his length and massaged it with the flexible appendage. Ropes groaned and she leaned in, emboldened by his reaction and hardly even phased by the hard ground pressing into her knees. That was something she could be annoyed at later, but, right then and there, she had a horny husband and needy mother to please.

There was nowhere else she'd have rather have been.

"That's it," Ropes hissed, ears folded back as a tentacle gently tickled the underside of her chin. "Deeper, get me nice and hard."

"Something tells me you're enjoying this a bit too much and just don't want to do your duty by a dragoness, Ropes, honey."

Sasha's voice held an air of haughty demand and Fyr squirmed, giving Ropes' cock a good, long, hard suck. He had another dragon to take care of anyway and she couldn't enjoy her treat forever.

True to form, Ropes yanked his saliva-coated shaft from her lips, leaving her gasping and leaning after him for more, and turned his attention to the blue dragoness with her arms over one of the stable doors that was a little more intact than the rest. Pushing her backside up, she growled and enticed him in, jeans around her ankles.

"Take me, stud cat," she growled, tail falling over her back in an alluring arc. "Show my daughter how you really fuck your partner."

And he did. Grabbing her by the hips, he slid in smoothly as if their bodies were made to go together, tail flicking and swishing madly. He didn't need to aim, but slammed in to the hilt as Sasha moaned lustfully and pushed back, jaws parted. The first time they'd fucked outside the house with Fyr there, all the dragoness could do was watch and enjoy the show, paws submissively folded in her lap as she didn't even tend to the growing need in her body, the embers smouldering into a roaring blaze.

After all, she was there for Ropes and Sasha. What would they do if they caught her with her paws down her pants when they wanted her attention?

As her mother and husband fucked, Fyr covered their thighs and buttocks in kisses and laps of her tongue, adoring them as she relaxed fully into her role. It was easier still than doing all the chores and caring for them as she massage Ropes' balls with her tongue, loving the tremors that thrummed through his glutes as he pounded Sasha to a stark, shuddering climax. The dragoness screamed and clawed at the door, leaving scores in the wood that even Fyr didn't mind: the door would only be replaced later. Unless she wanted to keep it as a little memento of their liaison.

There were always options.

Fyr moaned and flicked her tongue out to taste their combined essence, right where Ropes' cock sank into the dragon's body, stretching her open. Sasha huffed and panted, head tipped back and raw need coursing through her body as her orgasm throbbed on and on, seeming to draw on an on far longer than normal. Her pussy clenched and rippled around Ropes' shaft as the cougar snarled, breath harsh and hot in her ear as he leaned over her body, as desperate for release as Fyr, on her knees, was.

Moaning, Sasha cried out for his seed, demanding to be filled as a dragoness needed to be. Her cougar, however, was never far behind, slamming her hips forward as he threw every ounce of intent in his body into the primal act of breeding.

As Ropes grunted and filled her mother with the cat's cream, Fyr smirked privately to herself, secure in the knowledge that she would, at least, be warming his bed that very night. Shivering, she pressed her nose to his thigh, watching from close up how his cock twitched and throbbed, pulsing spurt after spurt to fill her pussy just like she needed him to.

Fyr groaned and licked her lips. Yes, she would enjoy every second of sharing his bed that night. Very, very much.

There was still time for a few more loads to be dumped into his wife too.

*

"Fyr?"

Sasha sat on the edge of the guest bed, eyes downcast to the rectangle of plastic half-obscured from her paws. Peering at it, Fyr noted the rod of metal protruding from one end, the whole thing small enough for her mother to have closed away in one of her paws, if she'd been so inclined.

"What is it?" Fyr tilted her head. "Are you not feeling well? What's wrong, mom?"

As Fyr perched beside her, slipping an arm around her shoulder as she offered comfort that she didn't know was needed, the older dragoness took a deep, steadying breath, pushing her shoulder blades back.

"Oh, sweet Fyr, this is going to be hard for me to say..." She bowed her head, a single tear dripping onto her thigh. "But I am happy. Truly. This only is a shock. More than I ever could have said, I never meant for this to happen."

Blinking, Fyr shook her head.

"What is? Is something really wrong? You can tell me." Her brow furrowed. "But, if you're happy, it can't be that bad, can it?"

Her mother stroked the back of her paw as the sense that a big revelation was coming grew and grew, spiralling out of control into something that could not be contained - not by the two of them.

The world seemed to slow. Sasha took another, overly large breath.

"Fyr, I'm pregnant," she said. "And the only male I've had sex with recently is, quite clearly, Ropes."

Blood pounded in Fyr's ears and she looked to her mother and away again, expecting Ropes to leap from nowhere with that cheesy grin of his, laughing at her for being so caught up in a joke that could not have possibly been true. A cold chill seeped down her spine as the silence stretched out, second by second scraping by with excruciating slowness. It had to be a joke - it simply had to, there was no other explanation for it. Though it wasn't a very good one, Fyr had to admit, if it was a joke.

She looked at her mother expectantly, but no admittance to jest was forthcoming and Fyr opened and closed her mouth several times before finally dredging up the stomach to respond.

"Have you told Ropes?" She said slowly, words thick in her mouth. "Does he know you're carrying his...kitten?"

Sasha had no reply but to shake her head.

"I couldn't," she whispered. "How can I tell him? He's not my husband. There's only so far we can do..." She gnawed the inside of her cheek, lacing and unlacing her fingers constantly. "What will everything think of us? Of you? Fyr..."

The older dragon closed her eyes and shook her head slowly.

"Fyr, darling, I'm so, so sorry. I never meant to take things this far." She trembled. "And now I have to tell Ropes, your husband, oh heavens..."

"I'll do it. I'll tell him."

Forcing down the ball of snakes in her stomach to be examined more carefully at a later date, Fyr squeezed her arm around her mother's shoulders and whispered a congratulations that she would never be quite sure that she'd heard.

The dragoness steadied herself and met her eyes in the mirror over the dressing table across the room, her mother suddenly seeming very small and lost beside her. The crimson dragon, however, burned with emotion, fire dancing in her eyes.

Her whole world was about to change.