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The Beta Wife

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Fyrdrgon

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Mooching around the guest bedroom, Fyr grunted and heaved the bed against the wall. The double bed frame had before been positioned more or less in the centre of the room with a thin strip of carpet between the bed and the desk. But the desk had been shunted out into the first floor hallway, half blocking the way, but she'd have to find a space for it sooner or later. Absently, she smoothed the bed spread down, wondering if she'd also be able to find a home for the bed. It was almost nicer than the one in her own room, even if it had seen its fair share of rather frisky furs in recent weeks.

The dragoness took a deep breath, red scales catching glimmering motes of dust as she scooted the desk chair up to the opposite wall. It would be nice to sleep in her own bed again, the warmth of her cougar husband pressed up to her side.

The room would have to be ready for when the baby came.

Gulping, she steadied herself, looking over the room as if seeing it for the first time. After all the time she'd spent sleeping without that warm, comforting presence at her side, she was almost sad to leave it. But it was the way it had to be and she had to do her duty. She shuddered. By herself and by them.

"You know you don't have to do this, right?"

Fyr jumped, tail slapping her calf as she whirled around. Her mother stood in the doorframe, shoulder pressed into the wood, with her lips twisted in what could have been sympathy and what could have been worry. Fyr's eyebrows knotted together, forehead creasing.

"Mom, do you have to sneak up on me like that?" Fyr grumbled, the tip of her tail twitching back and forth. "What do I not have to do?"

The blue dragoness studied her, her muzzle longer and finer than her daughter's. She kept her wings furled in tightly to her back, a long, loose cardigan draped over her shoulders as if, for once, she was trying to hide her form.

Sasha sighed.

"I'm not keeping it."

Fyr stiffened.

"You_can't_ kill it," she hissed. "Would you have let me go?"

Her mother took a step back, the set of Fyr's jaw stirring up something deeper, more primal. If the dragoness had been an equine - like the ones she, one day, hoped to populate at least some of her barn with - she would have had her ears pinned back and a white rim of danger around both eyes.

"I would never have let you go, Fyr, but this is different." Sasha shuddered, drawing the cardigan more tightly around herself. "But to keep what should have been..."

She trailed off, lips pressed together. But the deed had been done and Fyr already knew what the unspoken words were.

"Go on." She prodded, arms folded across her chest. "Say it. Say that you fucked my husband and are now carrying his dragonet or cub or..." She screwed up her muzzle. "Whatever you call a hybrid! God, I don't even know what you'll end up birthing. Are you even far enough along for a scan yet?"

It was a ridiculously normal question to ask of a pregnant lady, but it hung between them in the air like the smoke from a fired gun - something that would have still had gunpowder packed into it. Fyr's muzzle wrinkled and she half-turned away, showing her mother her shoulder. What did she even care anyway? She'd done all she could and would surely do all she could going forward too. Yet Sasha wanted to come around and play happy families with her? Well, fat chance of that!

And yet she tried. Oh, she tried.

"If you move the bed here, or move everything out," Sasha murmured, eyes glimmering with sadness, "where will you sleep? What will you do then?"

Fyr stared at her, eyes unblinking.

"Where will I sleep?" Her daughter cackled manically and held up her paws. "Oh, I don't know - in my own goddamn bed, perhaps?"

Sasha's eyes narrowed, that old flicker of dominance rising to the surface.

"Watch that tone, young lady."

Scoffing, Fyr flipped her paw at her.

"I think all pretence of your fun has well and truly gone out the window now. Because you're not getting rid of the kid and I'm going to be the one to do right and take care of it!"

Sasha stared at her, for once lost for words.

"Why on earth would you take care of my child?"

"Oh, I don't know, because it's my husband's child too?"

The dragoness hissed and, before Fyr could react, was up against her, shoving her back to the bed. Although the backs of her calves slammed into the mattress, somehow the dragon managed to stay upright, though not entirely helped by her mother's paw curling around her shoulder. Her fingers dug in wickedly as the blue dragon pushed her muzzle right up into her daughter's face and it was a wonder that Fyr didn't quail from the prodding poke of her finger below her collarbone - a favourite move of the mother's when her daughter had been a side shorter than her.

"I've had just about enough of this attitude," Sasha hissed, fingers tightening around her daughter's shoulder. "Would you like to speak to me with a modicum of respect and then perhaps we may continue this conversation?"

Although her eyes watered - jeez, did her mother ever think to trim her claws down anymore? - Fyr forced out a thin, daring smile.

"If you don't like it, let's see if you can do something about it," she goaded her on, throwing caution to the wind. "You're the fucking third wheel here, not me."

Sasha snarled, peeling her lips back from her teeth like Ropes when he was in one of his moods and rammed her back onto the bed.

"Stay down," she growled, the look in her eye more foreboding than her words ever could have been. "I have something to teach you."

Stripping off her skirt, the dragoness held her in place with her glare, needle-sharp gaze pinning her down. Fyr's breath caught in her throat and she froze from indecision rather than fear, heart in her throat as her mother bared her well-groomed scales to the world. Well, the world that was Fyr in the little guest bedroom, that was. Her daughter dug her claws into the bed as her naked mother swung her leg over her waist, straddling her as easily as she would mount a male.

Fyr drank in the sight, momentarily forgetting why she'd been angry in the first place. It was hard to think of anything else with a hot dragon above her, even if that dragoness did happen to be her mother. In the moment, lost in lust, she could not have even said that she wished that Sasha was Ropes, her husband's tentacles undulating gently as she begged him to take her.

The dragoness shivered, her mother crooning and resting her softly-scaled pussy lips over her muzzle. How long had it been since Ropes had last fucked her? He seemed to have been more distant since she'd had to tell him that Sasha was pregnant, but that could have been her own mind playing tricks on her. Gods, she hoped it was!

Her attention was crudely dragged back to reality as Sasha grabbed her muzzle, thrusting her lips up to her already wet and dripping pussy. Instinctively, for it was not as if her mother had not made use of her between liaisons with Ropes since the announcement had been made, Fyr pushed her tongue out against her clit with an instant reaction that could have been mistaken for eagerness. Above her, Sasha groaned encouragingly, anger melting with the caress of her daughter's tongue.

And what else could Fyr do, but lap and hope she would be granted some relief herself? Closing her eyes, she blocked out the sight of her mother rocking and grinding above her, one paw already cradling her belly as if she could feel the swell of it growing. It wasn't worth frustrating her mind when she could instead lose herself in raw, blinding sensation.

"I would never have gotten rid of the little one," she purred, rocking her hips over Fyr's muzzle. "I just wanted to see how invested you were in their future."

Fyr's cheeks burned, nose grinding up against her mother's clit as her tongue was forced into her pussy. So it was all just a game? What kind of a sick dragon was the creature - the dragoness who'd birthed her, nonetheless? Her paws, flat on the bed, curled into fists, claws biting into her palms even as her tongue lapped and licked to the rhythm of her mother's moans and sighs.

She could have given in. She could have submitted and everything would have been fine.

And yet she didn't.

Her paws were on Sasha's thighs before she knew it and the dragoness put all the strength in her shoulders behind the thrust. Driving her mother off her with the flip of her body, Fyr slapped her tail down over the edge of the bed and stormed to her feet as the older dragon tumbled to the floor with a grunt, eyes brimming over with surprise.

"You think this is a game? You think this is still fun?" She snarled, hating the tremble in her voice even as she bravely forced out the words that she

Sasha blinked, lips parted in a small 'O' of surprise. Her mind didn't seem to have quite caught up to where her body was and she shifted onto the side of her hip, knees bent and tucked up to the side of her. For all appearances, it was as if she had intended to sit down on the threadbare carpet all along, but Fyr advanced in the small space, paws hanging limply at her sides.

Traitorous tears welled up in her eyes and she blinked them away furiously, rubbing the back of her paw across her eyes. The motion was far from discreet, however, and Sasha reached for her, fingers trailing through the air even as her daughter's paw ached to slap them away.

Too much. It was all just too much.

"Fyr..."

"No! This isn't the time for you to talk!"

Sasha quieted, paw falling back to her lap. The gleam of moisture on her barely visible pussy lips suddenly seemed entirely out of place in the erotic scene that had turned so dark so swiftly.

"This isn't a game," she said, swallowing the sobs that threatened to flood to the surface. "And this was never meant to happen. I should never have told you about that dream! Then nothing like this would have happened! This is all your fault! You should have known better than to start something like this - and now look where it's gotten you! Where it's gotten us! My husband! Me!"

Clenching her fists, she tipped forward, chest heaving. Her lips parted, breath dragged into her lungs purely to fling out more truths - well, it wasn't as if it was never going to come out anyway - but the words that cut across her stopped her in her tracks.

"That is quite enough, Fyr."

Stalking into the bedroom, her cougar husband took Sasha's paw and helped her to her feet. His tentacles wrapped around her, slipping down to the small of her back as if to support her, although she was quite steady on her own two feet. Smiling up at him, Sasha leaned into the cougar, only then casting Fyr a wary gaze that yet still somehow rang with the faintest hint of respect.

Breathing shallowly, Fyr's heart pounded, a driving thrum that seemed to tighten around her throat with every pulse of fresh, hot blood through her veins. Staring at her husband, she shook her head slowly from side to side, yet could not see him in any other light than she had in their years of marriage and dating. He still had the same quirk to his black lips and the same gentle, cheeky wave to his tentacles that seemed to go with him wherever he went. His wife trembled, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes.

Why couldn't he see her as she saw him?

"What are you doing?" She spat out the words as if they left a foul taste in your mouth. "This is between me and her. Not you."

Ropes raised an eyebrow as the dragoness puffed up her chest, filling her lungs with air as if the act alone would make her seem bigger than he was. It may not have had any effect on her physical appearance, but it was enough for the mental side. Fyr clenched her jaw and concentrated on breathing slowly and evenly, staunchly avoiding her mother's eyes. The dragoness would wait. And then she could deal with her as she needed to.

Yes, it would come right.

Stronger, she straightened her back and fixed her husband with a steely glare that would have made a lesser male quail.

"Get out."

He met her eyes levelly, a shiver in his white whiskers. His pale eyes glowed faintly.

"No."

"That's the wrong answer."

Laughing, Ropes threw his head back, a tentacle slithering over Sasha's hip and tucking itself between her thighs. As if operating purely on instinct, the dragoness spread her legs for him and moaned as the slender length teased between her pussy lips, only to be closely followed by the cougar's paw. His fingers sank into her warmth with a lewd squelch of arousal and Sasha's head tipped back, lips parted breathily and wings stretching out slowly on either side of her body.

Something, she could not have said what, rose in Fyr's throat and the dragoness opened and closed her mouth several times. She could not deny the heat in her belly - a traitorous enjoyment of the erotic scene laid out before, a veritable feast for the eyes - but why did he have to be so obstinate about it? And obtuse, to boot, too! She blinked away moisture from her eyes, refusing to acknowledge the source. It could have been so good and yet it had all gone so wrong, oh so very wrong. Sobs choked in her throat, pressure building as if an invisible paw was squeezing down and down, forcing her to gulp in huge, childlike breaths with her eyes bulging and nostrils puckering unappealingly.

"Didn't you hear me?" She choked out, voice trembling. "I said for you to get out!"

Ropes chuckled and turned his back on the dragoness that he had promised the world to, tail flicking back and forth as if absentmindedly.

"Fyr, this is my house. And, if you want me to leave so badly, why don't you look away?" He smirked. "You're staring like this is your favourite soap opera and, honey, you're not the star here."

She started, yet neither Ropes or Sasha paid her any mind as the cougar stripped off his T-shirt and jeans. They had been casual enough for the house, yet framed his perfect body in the best way possible - if making him look like they should have been ripped from his body was the best way, of course. His boxers hit the floor a moment later and he hissed softly as Sasha's lips met his, his fingers beneath her chin tilting her muzzle up and into the kiss. And, in that moment, the entire outside world seemed to melt away from the two of them, leaving only a dragon and a cougar who needed one thing and one thing only from one another.

Fyr would have liked to have said that she snarled and spat and turned tail and ran, but that would have been a lie - an outright, bald-faced lie. Like the helpless cuckold she was, if she was so bold as to give the beast its proper term, she could only watch and close her legs against the flow of arousal dampening her pussy lips, warm and eager for attention.

Her husband trailed his fingers softly across

"Is there any dragoness more beautiful than you?" He whispered huskily.

Fyr started. Had he forgotten she was even there? Opening her mouth, she let out a soft murmur of surprise, but closed it again quickly, sealing back any words that may have made a rude appearance. Something in her begged her to be quiet, to not spoil the moment between them, and she whined silently, putting a paw on each shoulder with her arms crossed over her chest. Regardless of the physical stance she adopted, however, there was no protecting her heart from his onslaught.

There never had been.

Chuckling warmly in return, Sasha ran her claws lightly through the fur atop his head and down the back of his neck. Ropes purred and leaned into her touch like a domesticated house cat and yet there could never have been anything so tame about him.

"Oh, you'll have a dragoness all wet and ready and blushing for you, if you keep talking like that," she murmured, one eyebrow raised. "How do you not have all the eligible young ladies in town knocking at your door already?"

He grinned.

"Maybe because I only have eyes for the one right before me?"

Murmuring her appreciation, Sasha took his paw and pulled him back with her until her legs hit the side of the bed. A choked sound gurgled up from Fyr's throat, but she clapped her paw over her lips, ogling the couple as if they were going to jump up and tell her it had all been one massive joke all along. But that was never going to happen.

Licking her lips, Sasha crooked her finger at the cougar, whose tentacles fluttered and danced around him, eager to slide along her limbs and caress the curves they had gotten to know oh so well.

"Come here, stud-kitty and I'll show you a better time than she ever could have," Sasha giggled and winked up at him, sitting on the edge of the bed.

As Ropes' cock swelled with blood, the uncut feline length begging for attention that the dragoness was only too eager to give, Sasha wrapped her fingers delicately around the base. Her muzzle dipped to the head of his cock and Fyr stared, entranced, as her mother's long tongue snaked out and caressed the length, from the base to the tip. More sinuous and tantalising that she could ever have been, she traced the length of his shaft with her long tongue before, finally, allowing the head to push between her lips, taking him into her slender, dragon muzzle. Above her, Ropes groaned and bucked his hips, a tentacle whipping around to rub adoringly over the dragoness' head and muzzle. Fyr shivered. He never did that for her.

It should have been her biggest fantasy made reality, her mother languidly bobbing her muzzle on her husband's cock right in front of her, a sight that she had, of course, seen many, many times over the course of the last few months.

But sometimes one had to wake up from a dream - however good it was.

"No!"

Fyr shouldered her way between them, heart pounding and eyes watering.

"You've already gotten her pregnant," she hissed, shocked by the sheer amount of venom in her own voice. "Isn't that enough? Isn't all of this enough?"

Ropes stared at her, his upper lip curling back from the line of his teeth as he snarled. She almost took a step back, but somehow managed to hold her ground, paws clenched into fists and scales just about to tremble right off her body from how terribly she shook. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Sasha reach for her and automatically stiffened, but something in the cougar's eyes must have warned her to keep her paws to herself as the flicker of blue scales retreated swiftly.

Straightening her back, Fyr met his eyes squarely, dimly aware of how her T-shirt had pulled down over her shoulder. Dressed as if she was about to be dragged out of her clothes, the dragoness gulped and shivered, tail curling back against the bed, although she was subtly careful to keep it from touching either her husband or her mother. She suppressed her grimace, lips only marginally twitching. Despite having her muzzle in the crotch of both - and far more in the case of her husband - she couldn't have possibly fathomed letting her scales touch either one of her little family when every nerve-ending in her body screamed at her to get away.

The cougar's ears flattened ever so slightly and her heart leapt, mimicking something more akin to its regular steady beat.

Ah, she had him.

"This stops," she said in as strong of a voice as she could manage. "You should have known well enough when to stop. But you didn't. So I'm telling you now. And you can darn well listen to me this time, Ropes!"

She licked her lips, a flicker of smugness warming her chest as her paws loosened, fingers curling out from their aching clench. Little indents had been left in her palms from her claws and she flexed them, working out the soreness as she waited for her husband's answer. But it could only go one way - that was, if he wanted to keep her.

And, if he didn't, then Fyr would have to deal with the fallout of that on her own. But she could do that. She would do that if she had to. Hellfire - if she'd been strong enough to support the both of them and start preparing the guest room for a dragonet that wasn't hers after their mistake had caused all three of them no end of grief! Well, it wasn't as if Ropes seemed all that torn up by happenings, but she was sure it was bugging him too. Her resolve wavered. It just bothered him deeper than she could see, yes, that had to be it.

"Well?" She demanded, prodding him in the chest. "Cat got your tongue, or what, dear husband? I didn't think you were one to be so silent when spoken to."

Ropes' eyes narrowed dangerously, tail lashing in a slow, sinuous swish. And Fyr had imagined the situation, her snap, playing out many ways, each one flashing through her mind, one after the other as the silence stretched out between them. His snarl lingered, the echo of it drawling through the empty air, winding itself about her neck like a noose. Only, she leaned into it, the whisper of a lover's kiss, and waited with bated breath, hoping against hope that he would come back to her with the only answer she craved to hear.

Ropes' lips curled up in a smile, a wicked smirk that was inexplicably feline.

"I think you need showing where your place in this household is, my darling wife."

She would have loved to have said that there was malice in his tone, that he'd threatened her and coerced her into what happened next. But there was nothing but submission searing through her veins as Fyr melted into his touch, heart fluttering to merely have his paw wrap around her wrist. His fingers and thumb met around the narrowest point and Fyr whimpered lustfully as he dragged her from the guest bedroom, leaving a somewhat confused Sasha perched on the edge of the bed.

Yes. That was what she'd wanted! Her head spun, the familiar walls of the first floor landing spinning and jumping as if she'd had just a little too much wine to drink at a late dinner. Him! His attention! He understood!

Dragging her down the hallway as if she weighed nothing at all, Ropes growled as he bodily threw her on their own bed, tossing her on the plush bed spread. She bounced and squeaked as she made contact, though she only had eyes for the cougar stalking her, lashing his tail, even as her tail burned with low pain from being so squashed beneath her own buttocks. Love wasn't always sexy, it had to be said.

"Yes," Fyr breathed, opening her arms for him. "Yes, I've missed you so much, Ropes... Please, just..."

She couldn't finish the utterance and squirmed, wriggling out of her T-shirt as her breath caught and her chest heaved. In her plain bra - well, it wasn't as if she'd expected to be thrown on the bed and thoroughly fucked that day - her breasts rose and fell with each and every hurried breath, eyes wide and pleading. Need burned in her loins, the phrase that had once made her blush and giggle at the idiotic lewdness of the saying suddenly ringing all too true.

Maybe she wanted him to put a dragonet in her womb too.

Ropes laughed.

"Oh, Fyr, sweetheart... Did you really think that that was how it was going to go down?"

She blinked.

"What do you mean?"

The cougar stared her down, fixing her with a gaze so intensely predatory that she couldn't help but look away.

"This isn't for you."

She reeled as if he'd struck her across the muzzle, jaw dropping.

"What?" She snapped, teeth clicking together sharply. "Then what is it? Just what, pray tell, in heaven and earth have you _concocted_this time, Ropes?"

Folded her arms across her chest, the dragoness snorted a puff of smoke, turning her muzzle away. Her heart pounded and yet she couldn't push down the flickering, tingling curiosity that begged her to lie back and let Ropes do whatever he wanted to do - or not do - to her in any way possible.

He smirked and tapped the side of his muzzle, briefly reverting to the sly yet cheeky husband she knew and loved. Her heartbeat fluttered. Maybe there was hope for them yet. Maybe he was just teasing her? It wouldn't be unknown by him.

"Is this the one you meant, darling?"

Sasha peered around the door frame, an uncertain smile pulling at her lips. Fyr growled and adjusted her arms to better cover her breasts, suddenly feeling all too exposed as her mother rejoined the, quite literal, party.

She had a million and one things to say to Ropes, balanced on the tip of her tongue, and yet not a single one of them was said. Sasha stepped into the room, tugging at something around her hips and every other thought in Fyr's head vanished as if it had never been there to begin with.

The blue dragon's scales were not bare, although Fyr wished they were. She also wished that what the dragoness was wearing didn't make her as wet between the thighs as she was. The strap-on could not be ignored, a ridged, draconic phallus in black and blue jutting up from the leather straps as if it belonged there. Smiling subtly, Sasha hummed to herself and tugged the straps a little tighter around her thighs, the leather digging lightly into her scales.

"It really is a nice toy, Ropes," she purred, the tip of her tail flicking. "Thank you for such a kind gift. It was ever so thoughtful of you to think of something new for my daughter and I to enjoy together."

Grinning, the cougar locked their willing, or not so willing, victim in his sights.

"Get on your paws and knees, Fyr."

The dragoness baulked, unable to rip her gaze from the obscene phallus even as she scrambled back to the headboard. She growled, tilting her muzzle down defiantly, covering her bare throat unconsciously. As if she was going to give in that easily!

"You have got to be joking," she growled, eyes flashing. "There is no way in hellfire I'm taking that thing inside me."

Sasha laughed and gestured to Ropes.

"You're acting as if you have a choice, darling."

The cougar was moving before she could react, on top of her and pinning her paws up over her head. Fyr screeched and kicked out, but his tentacles were there too, wrapping around her ankles as her grabbed wrists pressed painfully back into the headboard. He purred, whiskers twitching, as he drew her knees up towards her chest, using the claws of one paw to slice her trousers casually from her hips.

Fyr shuddered. His control over her had never been so evident. And, even as her mother moved in on her with that strap-on jutting oh so dangerously out from her hips, all she wanted to do was give herself over to him, body and soul. Anything he wanted, she would ensure was done for him and anything she had, well, that had always been his anyway.

Perhaps it was too late for her.

Ropes closed his paw over her muzzle as Sasha crawled up onto the bed, eyes alight with motherly wickedness. Though she was gentle in her motions, surprisingly so, sliding her paws up Fyr's thighs and cooing sweetly to her as she got into position.

Pleadingly, Fyr shook her head repeatedly and grunted into her husband's paw, widening her eyes as that daunting cock-tip nuzzled up to the soft-scaled lips of her sex. The cougar's paw, if anything, tightened around her muzzle.

"Shush," he murmured, eyes softening at the edges. "You just need to be shown your place again, Fyr. You're going to, how do you say it?" He fished around for the right word, beaming when it came to him. "You're going to adore it!"

Fyr didn't say that she adored things all that often - or she would have said that to him if she was not more concerned with the encroachment of that shaft. But it was coming whether she liked it or not and Sasha leaned over her, awkwardly rocking her weight into her daughter to guide the dragon-dildo into her dripping cunt.

It slid in easily - too easily. Fyr moaned and shook her head, her protests muted, even if they were half-hearted. It was hard to say that she didn't want to be fucked when her pussy was that yet, practically grabbing for the monstrous toy and dragging it in with its pulse and ripple. The ridges popped into her and Fyr's eyes rolled into the back of her head, nostrils flaring as she sucked in a shallow breath that did nothing to ease the burning in her lungs.

"There's a girl," her mother murmured, fingers trailing down between Fyr's breasts. "Just relax for momma and I'll take good care of you."

As her mother drew back, dragging the ridges through her needy pussy, Fyr wasn't sure how she should have responded. The pressure over her G-spot, which she'd never quite been able to reach with her fingers alone, made her pussy clench in such a way that very nearly had her on the brink of orgasm after a heartbeat of being fucked. But she had many more pounding heartbeats before climax, which was coming, just as the dildo, whether she was entirely committed to it or not.

Chuckling, Sasha grunted and found her rhythm, driving the full length of the draconic cock into her daughter with each thrust, hips rolling and grinding. Her scales gleamed with sweat and Fyr shuddered beneath her, eyes half-lidded as her breath rasped over her husband's paw, taking short, shallow breaths that did nothing to steady her nerves.

Was she really getting fucked by her very own mother? Fyr moaned as the dildo struck a particularly sensitive spot, the crude fuck making her rock her hips up the little that she could just to get a little more buried inside her. What resolve she had had crumbled swiftly and the dragoness whimpered against Ropes' paw, eyes flicking from the dragon to the cougar. Yet she could not expect any mercy: not from them.

"What do you think, Ropes?" Sasha hissed, giving one of her daughter's breasts a quick, rough grope. "Do you think she's learned her lesson yet? Do you think she's learned where her place is?"

"No, not yet."

Her husband's words sent a shiver down her spine, tail thumping the bed weakly. But there was nothing she could do, well and truly within the grasp for the dominant pair who had turned her life completely and utterly upside down.

"She needs you to make her to cum to really know where her place is."

Ropes always was a cougar with a plan. As Sasha pounded her daughter, the cougar slipped behind her, paws running over her familiar curves and scales. His already hard, uncut shaft pushed into her as she drove deeply into her daughter, bottoming out with the dildo in her cunt. Sasha gasped and pushed her tail up over her back as he curled his fingers around the narrower end, purring lustfully as he took what pleasure he wanted while his wife was being disciplined.

"Oh, heavens..." The dragoness groaned, rolling her head from shoulder to shoulder. "That's the stuff, kitty. Fuck me while I fuck your wife."

Ropes was hardly about to do anything different. The cougar growled and slammed in, using his leverage on Sasha's hips to drive into her over and over again, dictating her thrusts as Fyr squirmed beneath them. Even though her muzzle was free and, at some point, Ropes must have unwrapped his tentacles from her legs, she kept her legs obediently tucked up, a low moan rolling from her lips.

"Look, dear," Sasha huffed, lips parted as she gulped for breath. "She's loving it. She knows it too."

Ropes purred and reached past Sasha to interlock his fingers softly with his wife's. Fyr whimpered, but otherwise kept her mouth clamped shut. She hadn't been asked to speak. And she suddenly wanted to please them more than anything else in the world. Just like it should have been before, like it always had to be if she wanted to keep him and her sane. Panting, the dragoness moaned and squirmed. And Sasha too. Her mother's happiness was just as important to her.

The words would never pass her lips, but she would always know where her place was beneath them and the dragon gulped and groaned as Sasha thrust, driven by the lusty grind of her husband. Ropes bore both dragons down into the bed, the mattress creaking its protest, and Sasha snarled, eyes rolling back into her head as she allowed him to drive her hips down, controlling her motions with devilish intent.

"Oh, yesssss." The utterance came as one, drawn out hiss. "That's it, good and deep!"

Whether Ropes heard her or not was up for debate, but he rammed in lustfully all the same, balls swinging lightly up to her dripping, stretched pussy. His glutes tensed, using every bit of strength he possessed to fuck his dragoness, the blue goddess, and Sasha yelped, a strangled howl breaking her lips that rendered her on the brink of climax as the nubs on the inside of the strap-on teased her clit wonderfully.

But she wasn't the first one to climax. Before either of them could have possibly been expecting it, Fyr moaned and twitched beneath the dominant partners, clinging for Ropes and Sasha - anything she could use to anchor herself in the moment. Her hips bucked and thrust of their own according, pulling more of that thick dildo into her, and she lost her sense of self as wave after wave of delicious orgasm wracked her body. Head swimming, the dragoness floated on a seat of lust, only kept in reality by the warm bodies and comforting sounds of copulation, the cougar and dragon still yet to reach their highs. But the notion that they were still there, waiting for her in the realm of reality, had her opening her eyes again, her mother's heaving breasts filling her vision.

"Yes!" Sasha howled, paws landing heavily on Fyr's breasts as she used her daughter for leverage, pushing up and back into her husband. "Fuck me, you demon, fuck me like I'm fucking your wife!"

Fyr had never heard her mother speak so crudely, but it must have done something for the dragoness as she climaxed with a screech that Fyr could hardly believe came from her own mother's lips. Her breasts rolled and heaved with the buck and arch of her body and the dragoness seemed torn between grinding that cock deeper into her daughter for the pleasure it afforded her and rocking back onto his driving shaft. She settled for an in-between shudder, though the lack of motion may have stemmed from an inability to move with the cougar bearing over her. His muscle and bulk held her in place as he fucked her through her orgasm, fingers digging into her hips as he drove into her again and again.

She had to come down from her high at some point, however, and the dragoness slumped over Fyr, arms trembling as she struggled to support her own weight. Breathlessly, she craned her head around to share a warm, loving kiss with Ropes that had Fyr stifling a jealous whimper. Yet she'd learned enough from their time together that it was not for her to dictate what they did with each other. That was for the dominant pair and them alone to control while the cuckold wife did as she was told.

Of course, the cougar was not to be left out as he threw any notion of holding out on climax to the figurative wind. Growling like a feral, he slammed into Sasha, tentacles whipping around, and grunted as he hit orgasm. It seemed to take nothing at all to climax with such a hot dragoness and Fyr watched pleasure cross with emotion on his muzzle, ears slanted back and his black lips parted as he panted for breath.

Between them, Sasha moaned and shivered, eyes closed as she was filled, Fyr only lucky enough to imagine just how his seed felt filling her up to the brim. Some of it drooled out, his shaft not enough to keep it sealed within the pregnant dragoness, and splattered down onto the strap-on leather and Fyr's thighs. Her own pussy still stretched by the ridged dildo - she'd have to see if they'd get that one out again for her - Fyr resisted the sudden urge to reach down and scoop up some of that seed, if only for an earlier taste. Ropes was sure to clean off his cock in her muzzle and demand a follow-up to the main course anyway. She smiled faintly, exhausting pricking at the corners of her mind.

Collapsing on the bed together, Sasha groaned and rolled to the side, dragging the toy unceremoniously from her daughter's cunt. She shuddered and winced as it pulled painfully at her entrance, the less than gentle removal only serving to remind her of her place. She may as well have been that dildo, that toy, for how they used her.

And she didn't mind it. Not anymore.

As Ropes took her paw, she quietly reached for her mother's, lying between their warm, sweaty bodies just where she imagined a good beta wife was supposed to be, ready to do their bidding.

"My beautiful dragoness," Ropes purred, squeezing her paw. "You are at your most stunning in your moments of deepest submission. That's why I can't have you go anywhere. Like it or not, you're stuck with this cat."

Fyr's breath caught in her throat and she inhaled slowly and deeply, one paw in her mother's and one trapped tightly in her husband's.

"You really mean that? After everything I said?" Guilt pulled at her heart. "After all the horrible things I screamed at you - both of you?"

Ropes smiled and ran his thumb over the back of her paw.

"You only do it because you love me. Because you love us. And you needed this."

Gulping, Fyr slid her gaze away, cheeks turning crimson. It was a good thing she was a scarlet dragon sometimes, as she could not deny its usefulness.

"I did," she whispered. "But how did you know?"

"Oh, dear Fyr," Ropes murmured, pulling her paw to his chest, where he placed it over his heart. "Because I'll always be by your side and I'll always know you. That should have always been at the forefront of your mind. All this is clearly meant to be and we will just have to see where it will lead in the future."

She couldn't help but let her lips curl up into a smile, leaning away from a cooing Sasha to kiss her husband full on the lips. In that moment and that moment alone, the world had been set to rights around her and not by her paws, as she had warranted it would have had to be.

"Are you sure?" She breathed, hating herself for probing and yet still hardly daring to believe him. "I love you so much... It's hard, but I think we can make it. I'll look after the baby, I promise, I'll do anything you two need me to. Just stay with me, be with me."

A glint of mischief lit up her eyes. Did she dare?

"And fuck me first?"

It was a joke and a futile hope really, but it brought a smirk to Ropes' lips.

"I wouldn't have it any other way, darling."

The cougar drew her in close to his chest, a laugh reverberating through his gut to her body, moulding to his.

"Of course, dear, if that's what makes you happy."

Fyr released her mother's paw as the blue dragon propped herself up on the bed and smiled warmly at the happy couple. And that was exactly as Fyr wanted it to be. Everything else could come second, as long as she knew her sweet cougar was the husband she needed him to be.

They could handle the pregnancy if they were together.

*

Yet all could not be as one, lonely dragoness wished it to be. She should have never given her heart to a demonic being.

Later that evening, Fyr paused outside the bedroom door, her head cocked to the side. What was that? Her towel bunched up beneath her arms, scales still damp from the shower as she kept herself as warm and as covered as possible. A giggle rose through the wall and she leaned towards the bedroom door, the inexplicable yet undeniable sounds floating up as if they had been waiting for her to finish with her shower before really getting the show going.

No... She stiffened. Hadn't they only had words a short while ago? All that about him loving her and never leaving her side? Her mind whirled. Then what had he really meant, if he'd even meant anything at all? On the other side of the wall, the cougar snarled and the dragoness, clearly impaled on him in one way or another, moaned out her pleasure. And Fyr stood there, on the outside, with her legs helplessly pressed together, need rising even as she heard them take their pleasure from one another without her.

The dragoness took a deep breath, puffing up her chest with air as if she was trying to make herself look as big and as intimidating as possible. She could have him. A small voice laughed in the back of her mind and she growled, brushing it off with a quite literal flick of her paw.

Oh, perhaps she couldn't then. Who was she kidding? Catching sight of her reflection in the hallway mirror, Fyr struck a pose, her hip cockily jutted out and poked her tongue out at her image. The dragoness in the mirror blew herself a kiss and fluttered her fingertips back. Fyr laughed, the sound burbling up from her throat as carefree as she could have ever liked.

But she could certainly get what she wanted another way.

Steadying herself, Fyr stuck her booty out cheekily at her reflection, back to the mirror, and put her paw on the door handle. She paused there, heart drumming furiously inside her ear drums and, with a set to her jaw and determination in the line of her body, thrust the door open.

Lying over her mother, Ropes jumped and yowled as she stormed in, fur prickling and tentacles shooting off in all directions, distracted from the caress of the beautiful body beneath him.

"What are you doing?" Fyr screeched, loud enough to make the couple jump. "You can't keep fucking her! Not after this!"

Smirking, Ropes flicked his tail to ease out the prickle of spiky fur that had risen at the point of disturbance.

"Dear Fyr, I thought we'd already gone through this," he purred, rolling his hips to drive his uncut shaft into the dragoness in long, fulfilling strokes. "We know how this goes. Do you really want to be put in your place again?"

The dragoness gulped, tail curling around her ankle as she automatically shook her head. No, she definitely didn't want to be beneath her mother again - no way, no how - but that was only the right answer that society told her she was supposed to give.

And yet, she could not say it or even feel like it was an appropriate response for her to give. Ropes' attention had already slipped back to the lustful dragoness beneath him and Fyr moaned softly to imagine the rise of her stomach growing and growing, new life swelling within her as she cradled it to completion. Ropes had been right: pregnancy suited the dragoness something wonderful.

But that didn't make things any easier for her. It didn't make the days any less emotional and it didn't make the nights any less lonely. Yet that side of things was down to her and, hell, who said she couldn't change that? She only had to go about it in the right way: the way that she'd wanted to all along, but perhaps had been just a little bit too fearful to tackle.

Head spinning, Fyr drank in the sight of Ropes' buttocks, muscle bunching and working beneath his light brown fur. In the low light of the bedroom, it looked positively delicious and she ached to drag her tongue over it, adore every masculine feature and nuzzle around to his balls and cock, still wet with her mother's juices.

Fyr blinked, one paw pressed over her heart as Sasha groaned deep in the back of her throat, tail slamming into the bed with enough force to make the springs creak. Did she want to be put in her place? How could she know? Did she already know?

As always, there was only one way to find out.

The headboard thumped into the wall.

Taking a deep breath, Fyr plastered the cockiest grin imaginable over her muzzle and shot her husband a sly wink. Sometimes, there was really only one thing for a dragoness to do and that was to take the leap, take flight and try.

"Maybe I do want to be put into my place," she purred, filling her tone with as much sensuality as she was capable of enunciating. "Maybe that's something _this_dragoness needs."

Attention grabbed, Ropes looked up, breathing ragged as his dragon-wife unbuttoned her blouse, button by button, to reveal her breasts, supported by a divine bra that could only have been brand new. He couldn't stop the motion of his hips, instinct taking over, but he did growl softly and reach out for her. Eager to show that she meant what she said, Fyr stepped up to him, knees bumping the side of the bed at the same moment that his paw closed around her breast, bra and all, and her heart leapt into her throat.

"I do need to be shown my place," she breathed, closing her eyes as his fingers caressed her breasts. "Often and frequently. Please."

When she opened her eyes, her husband was right there with her, chuffing lowly in the back of her throat. Fyr groaned.

"And you are the only ones who can give it to me."