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Cuckold's Spa Treatment

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Fyrdrgon

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"A mother and daughter...spa day?"

Fyr eyed the brochure speculatively, one eyebrow raised. The blue dragoness sitting opposite her at the kitchen table, her belly swelling with a dragonet, tipped her head to the side, almost as if she was trying to appease her own daughter. But the thought had to be dismissed from Fyr's head almost as soon as it appeared and it was only with great restraint that her crimson-scaled daughter held herself back from an unduly snappy comment. Although it may have been well-deserved, what with her mother taking a male who was certainly not her husband to bed with her, she sealed her lips closed and merely shook her head.

There was no chance, no way. She wasn't going to a spa just to play nice with her mom. Fyr's frown deepened. And her mother, knowing her as well as she did, clawed at the opportunity slipping away from her fingertips like water cupped between her paws.

"We haven't done anything with just the two of us in so long, Fyr," her mother murmured, her tone as wheedling and plaintive as she could possibly make it. "It'll be nice to have some time where it's just the two of us again."

If she'd been a younger dragoness, Fyr would have described the expression her mother made as 'pouting', faintly glossed aquamarine lips pursing in.

"Is that really what you think?" She questioned, a line across her forehead as her brow furrowed. "Or are you trying to get me out of the way so that you and Ropes can do something on your own?"

Sasha barely suppressed her smirk, but her wide and innocent eyes weren't fooling anyone.

"Why would you ever think I was trying to get you out of the way, so to speak, for a little while, honey?"

The dragoness' voice dripped with sugary sweetness as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth, so great was her purity and abject innocence. Raising an eyebrow, Fyr pressed her fingers to her temples and allowed her to go on.

"I mean, it's not as if it's something I've ever done before, sweetheart," she murmured, running her paw down her daughter's arm, even as Fyr shivered beneath her touch. "It's just that sometimes a lady and her gentlefur need a little more private time..."

Her eyes glittered wickedly.

"You can always take care of us afterwards, you know," she whispered, Fyr's breath catching as her mother put her lips intimately close to her ear, stirring a need in the pit of her belly that she had not known was still there. "I would never deny you that... Well, not unless I _really_wanted to. I think something about that excites you too."

Fyr sucked in a breath and studiously averted her eyes, pulse jumping at the side of her throat. Her eyes slid away to the kitchen, the dishes piled in the sink that she hadn't gotten the chance to wash since, well... Her cheeks reddened with a blush and she fought down the need to press her paws over them, hiding what she would only draw more attention to through the action. Sasha blinked pleasantly to her, folding her paws across her lap as if she actually wanted Fyr's eyes pulled down and down and down - but not to the wickedness that she could have played with her daughter, but the swell of her belly, the dragonet that grew within, waiting on its entrance to the world.

Fyr gulped. Although her mother was not all that far gone, it was still noticeable when her clothes fell in the right way, framing the change in her body that was coming long after her supposed prime years for bearing young. She could probably still get away with it in public or with those not in the know. And, as the father was Fyr's own husband, there was no one else in the know.

Well, not that she knew of.

Swallowing and rubbing the back of her paw across her lips, Fyr struggled for words, pushing her chain back over the linoleum with an obnoxious scrape that made Sasha grimace and frown, mouth opening in a quick reprimand that Fyr had been all too used to in her younger years.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she said quickly, cutting across Sasha just as the words began to leave the sanctity of her lips. "But I have things to do around here, so, if you want to go to the spa and flounce around, you'll simply have to go off and do it on your own."

"Fyr."

The crimson dragon froze, one paw on the tap. A soap sud bobbed in the half-full sink, water lapping gently at the curves of bowls like sunken ships rising from murky depths. She didn't need to turn to know there was a steely look in her mother's eye and, if the dragoness had had a shade less self-control, her fingers would have been rap-tap-tapping on the smooth wood of the kitchen table too.

Growling, Fyr ducked her head, shoulders rounding. Why couldn't she just get a break once in a while? Why was it so important that _she_go to the darned spa?

Or was it?

"Wouldn't you rather go with Ropes?" Fyr hid her sigh, facing away. "I still have the decorations to put up in the nursery. I really want to get that finished."

Her mother shook her head.

"Oh no, honey, we'll all do that together - that's the best part!"

Fyr suppressed the urge to roll her eyes. It wasn't as if she'd been the one left to do most of the nursery herself, after all. Okay, well, they had been a little more proactive in helping - if that also included distracting her by desecrating every available surface in the nursery itself with their rather sordid, raunchy activities.

"So, it's settled then," her mother giggled, standing up with a degree more finesse than Fyr had to begin with. "We'll both be going to the spa today - oh, how exciting!"

Clapping her paws together, Sasha near enough bounced on the balls of her hind paws, acting more like a hyper teenager than a dragoness with years and wisdom to her name. Despite herself, Fyr could not help but smile. There was something about her mother's simple joy that lightened her heart too, the knowledge of what was to come in future months and... Fyr tried not to let the thought through, but the years of what was to come with the dragonet growing and learning weighed on her like a lead bar balanced across her shoulders. The slightest redistribution of weight would send her off-balance and crashing down - and who knew what that would bring!

Glancing back at her mother, whose stream of burbling conversation had not while she mused internally, conflict rising to the surface, Fyr frowned minutely, a headache throbbing in her skull. Sasha fluttered her fingers as she left, moving lips telling her daughter to be ready in a half hour, but Fyr barely heard her, sounds reaching her ears as if she was deep underwater, sinking and not swimming up to the surface.

Maybe a day at the spa would be something needed after all.

But that remained to be seen.

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Lying on a massage table beside her mother, Fyr wriggled in the uncomfortable robe that was supposed to be fluffy and light and wished she was wearing her own clothes. For reasons that were beyond her, the masseuse had asked that they both strip down to, well, nothing at all and don the health club attire, branded and freshly washed. At any other time, perhaps it would have felt nice brushing over her scales, but something about wearing clothing that was not her own set the dragoness' skin crawling and it was all she could do to not claw the thing off entirely and expose herself to her own mother. Not that Sasha hadn't seen it all before, of course.

"Are you sure this is supposed to be relaxing?" She grumbled, turning her head from side to side to avoid the hole in the massage table, which she supposed was where she was expected to place her muzzle. "It just seems...weird."

A muffled giggle emanated from the other massage table, Sasha more comfortably situated with her blue wings tucked in close to her back, the holes in the back of the robe allowing her to extend or fold them in as she pleased. Fyr winced at the memory of just how long it had taken her to work out how to wriggle her wings through those holes rather than buttoning up a shirt around them. She huffed a sigh. Why did things have to be so complicated?

"Relax, Fyr, you might even enjoy yourself," Sasha chided her softly. "It's not something that you're supposed to be stressed about."

The dragoness ground her teeth together and growled, albeit quietly.

"Then why am I here?"

Lifting her head, Sasha shot her a look.

"To relax, sugar. Truly, you do work too hard."

"Only because of you."

She muttered the words too quietly for Sasha to hear, although her unrest was certainly noticed. It passed quietly, under the radar, and Fyr focused on the quiet music that the masseuse had left playing, the ebb and flow of the rising and falling tune making her eyelids heavier than they really should have been for...what was it? Mid-morning? So late already!

Anxiousness for all she had let to do in her day fluttered in her chest, a trapped bird beating its wings against the prison of its cage. The nursery! There was not much left to do there, but the ranch, the barn... Everything had to be bought for the little one, they needed to get everything in advance, make sure all was good and ready and as it should be. The dragonet would be treated as if it was her own with only the very best, regardless of the situation, and she simply couldn't slack off when she should have been working! Heavens - she already only had the evenings in the week, when Sasha and Ropes weren't making use of her in various, divine ways, to get most of the stuff done and life was going on while she lay still, waiting and waiting on a massage that did not even seem to be coming!

But, somehow, the soft lighting and music soothed her soul, heart beat slowly and patiently calling her back to a realm of peace and warmth and light. Even the robe didn't seem all that bad as she relaxed down into the table, trying to imagine how someone else's fingers and palms would feel manipulating her muscles. How long had it been since she'd had anything remotely resembling a massage? She cast back, remembering delicious days when Ropes had been courting her, sitting on a red and white picnic blanket as he dug his fingers lightly into her shoulders, tentacles fleeting, ecstatic caresses where his paws were not.

Yes, those had been good times. And the times she was in then were still good times, only different times. As all would come right in the end.

After a while, Fyr yawned, the soothing music lulling her half to sleep. It had been a while... Quite a while, in fact. Twisting, she scrunched up the soft gown around her legs and grumbled as her tail caught in the swathe of fabric, rendering her half trapped in self-bondage right then and there. But at least her muzzle wasn't gagged.

"Are they coming back?" She murmured, eyes too heavy to even consider opening them properly again. "It's been a while."

Sasha frowned and propped herself up on the table, scales indented lightly around her face where she'd pressed into the ring of the hole in the padded table. Against herself, Fyr giggled quietly.

"Hello? Yoo-hoo!"

Sasha flapped her fingers as if that would encourage the attending member of staff to hurry along. Fyr rolled her eyes and suppressed a huff. She could just put her face down in the hole in the table if Sasha got really embarrassing. Hey, maybe that's what that thing was actually for! She giggle-snorted and promptly stifled the sound with the back of her paw across her lips. Hiding from mother induced humiliation!

However, as Sasha called and shouted, it seemed that her display had attracted the due attention. A long-haired canine with a delicate snout stepped in, wide-eyed and a clipboard held to her chest.

"Ladies, I am so terribly sorry," she said in a low, serious tone. "We did not mean to leave you alone for, ah, quite so long."

Not even her tail wagged, but Sasha tucked her arms beneath her chest, propping herself up with as pleasant a smile as she'd ever had plastered across her lips.

"Oh, that's no worry at all!" She chirped, her voice shockingly breezy in contrast to how she'd been flailing for attention a mere moment ago. "But what's taking so long? I'm sure we were supposed to start a good few minutes ago, but I don't have my watch on me!"

Sasha frowned and shook her head, an elder's disapproval throbbing in her temple.

"Honestly, I've never had to wait this long before. Have you a busy day? We were booked in, were we not?"

At any other time, Fyr would have been frustrated at her mother's impatience, but anything that got her out of the polished setting with greater haste was a positive thing in her books. Sasha could cause as much of a ruckus as she liked as long as she could haul tail out.

Evidently the attending canine - she didn't have a name tag, Fyr noted - thought so too, as she paused for a moment as if collecting herself to respond in an appropriate manner.

I feel you, sister!

"I'm so sorry for the delay, ma'am," the prim canine said, tapping her crimson tails against the ones on the opposite paw. "But our masseuse has been taken quite ill and I'm afraid we shall have to send for a replacement. Our on call treatment specialist will be in to see you momentarily, I promise."

"Is that so?"

"Yes, I am afraid so, but we will have another in very, very soon for you."

The canine seemed to perk up with that and the very tip of her lip tongue poked out from her lips, tail picking up in the very faintest of wags.

"Now, could I interest you ladies in anything to make your wait that little bit more comfortable? We have hot towels ready if you'd like to soothe your scales."

Sasha sighed as if the weight of the world was on her shoulders, clicking her claws together.

"No... No, that's quite alright. We shall make do, as long as it is not so very long."

Fyr heaved a groan that was only mostly muffled by the padding of the table and zoned out as the attending staff member went back and forth with her mother a few times, if only to clarify that no, there was definitely nothing, nothing at all, she could do for them.

The canine made good her escape and Sasha cried out shrilly as she went, the pitch actually making Fyr want to press her paws over her ears.

"Toodles!"

Oh my god...

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Turning away so sharply that her tail rattled into the table leg, Fyr didn't see her mother swivel to face her, a slow smile spreading across her muzzle. The door closed, leaving them alone with the soothing music, which suddenly seemed to be on repeat.

"Well, if he's not going to be coming for a while..."

Fyr didn't catch the meaning behind her mother's words, huffing as she planted herself face-down on the table, muzzle protruding through the hole as neatly as it should always have been. The table beside her creaked as her mother slipped off it and, out of sight, Fyr rolled her eyes, delighting in the taste of rebellion, even if it was a quiet one.

"This was supposed to be relaxing, wasn't it?" She pressed on, giving another loud sigh, just for good measure. "What is this then? There's nothing happening, just you and me in a small room waiting on a massage that I'm really not convinced is going to be all that good anyway!"

"Oh, I can give you a lovely massage while we wait, honey..."

Fyr didn't like the tone in her mother's voice one bit, but, before she could push herself up from the table, a dragoness' familiar weight settled across her back. Snarling at herself, Fyr struggled, but her mother held her arms down around her head, not allowing her to get the leverage behind her paws that she needed to throw her off. Wickedly, Sasha laughed and shook her head, claws digging lightly into her daughter's shoulder blades.

"Relax, sugar," she purred. "This is gonna feel real good."

And, perhaps at first, it did. As the dragoness' frustrated struggles ceased, subjecting herself to her fate with the hammering of her heart, her mother's fingertips began to dance. When she was sure her daughter was not going to hurl her off into the sideboard of flickering candles and the CD-player, which was still rolling out soothing music, she pulled the robe down from Fyr's shoulders. It pinned her arms down by her sides as she tugged, yanking them out of her comfortable resting place, but Fyr only whimpered, cheeks burning and heart in her mouth. What if the spa staff walked in? And just what was her mother planning after all?

Her scales warmed to her mother's touch and she shivered even though she was not actually cold. Trapped as she was, there was nothing she could do besides allow her mother to manipulate her scales and muscles, pulling the top layer over the muscles in such a delightful way that it was all she could do not to moan loudly, clinging to the table for some sense of solidity while she was massaged. Heavens - why her mother had insisted on her going to see a masseuse when she was so talented with her fingers was a mystery indeed!

It perhaps was not a substitute for the massage that was to come, if she was to assume it would be better still from a professional, but Sasha's talented fingers had her daughter melting into the table. Letting out a soft, low groan, Fyr let her arms hang over the sides of the table, fingertips stretching down towards the floor. Sasha giggled and then, suddenly, the weight on her back relented.

"If you're enjoying this so much, darling, perhaps you should repay me in turn..."

Nodding dreamily into the table, Fyr groaned as her mother rose, swinging her leg over her backside to land back on the floor. With the warmth of her body gone, Fyr trembled, wanting more and yet wanting to be elsewhere - anywhere else at all - at exactly the same time. The feelings collided with one another in a delicious way that left her confused, heartbeat fluttering and, above all, yearning.

A finger and thumb pinched around her ear-fin, the frill sensitive to touch, and she squealed as her head was lifted. The robe covering her mother's scales abruptly fell back and then all her vision was blue, scales glistening with all manner of oils that perhaps, at one point, she'd gifted to her daughter with the highest recommendation. Fyr had barely a chance to admire their gleaming health before her mother's legs spread apart and her muzzle was shoved between them.

Gasping against the dragoness' crotch, Fyr found herself, if fleetingly, wishing for the massage. She groaned, though there was no longer any pleasure ringing through her tone. Just what had she gotten herself into yet again?

Her mother laughed softly, a loud sigh escaping her lips in a breathy exhale as she gyrated her hips, using Fyr's nose and lips as stimulation for her clit, which throbbed as it swelled with blood.

"Time to see if you can give me a little tongue massage of your own, sugar," her mother crooned. "You've had a taste of what I can give... But I've been working so hard, darling, I deserve this attention from you. You need to wait for your fun."

"Mom!"

Fyr grunted into her mother's pussy, any protests that she may have had dying on her lips as they were put to a better use. Her mother's bare pussy welcomed her tongue in and, submitting too easily, she moaned and dug her tongue in deep, hunting out the other dragon's arousal and that sweet spot tucked far up in her cunny that made her tremble so wonderfully. After all, she was still her mother's daughter and she wanted to make her happy, even if her muscles ached for that sweet, kneading touch once again.

But her mother had said she could have her fun too, hadn't she? Emboldened by the thought that some kind of pleasure - in one way or another - was still yet to come, she licked with renewed vigour, scooping her tongue through her mother's softly scaled pussy lips to the nub of her clit. The flexible appendage curled around it, tugging it out lightly from the very top of her folds, and squeezed in to a chorus of breathy moans.

"Oh, yes, sugar," Sasha groaned. "You know what momma likes now, don't you?"

If her cheeks had not already been scarlet, Fyr would have blushed crimson, but lapped away to cover her embarrassment, ear-frills twitching. With her mother's thighs pressed so closely up to the table, she couldn't have gotten her arms around to push a finger or two into her passage and so she was forced to use her tongue to the very best of its ability. A long lick ran her tongue up the full length of her mother's plush pussy, soft and giving beneath her tongue, leaving the tip to flicker out over her clit. Full of blood, the dragoness' clit seemed to swell into her muzzle and Fyr eagerly sucked it into her mouth, the end of her tail flicking sinuously back and forth.

"You're better down here, you know," her mother moaned. "I see it in your eyes every time you have your nose shoved into my dragon-pussy. And when you take your husband's cock down your throat, of course."

Fyr should have asked her what she was supposedly better at - it would have been nice to know, maybe - but her mother huffed and humped her muzzle. Propping a foot up on the massage table, Sasha grunted and rocked into Fyr's eager tongue, using her muzzle as if she was nothing more than a sex toy: something she could use, abuse and discard without a second thought.

And it made her wetter between the thighs than she could have ever imagined. There was something about the nuances of their relationship, both mother and husband, that had her jumping to their whim, regardless of how wrong the dynamics of their relationship should have been. She'd thought about it over and over again how she should have screamed and shouted at Ropes the first time he'd made a move on Sasha - or had the dragoness made the first move? Everything blurred together into sexual bliss after a while - but she hadn't. And look where they'd ended up. Moaning into her mother's pussy, Fyr drove her tongue into her passage as if she was actually trying to fuck her herself, the tip tickling over that sensitive spot each and every time as Sasha ground her clit on her daughter's nose.

"Keep going, honey," her mother cried out, hips juddering up as her head fell back. "Oh, I'm so close..."

Fyr knew that without being told and yet obediently redoubled her efforts without open request. Her mother's juices flooded her tongue and Fyr whimpered, imagining that she was preparing the dragon to be fucked by her husband. And, if she knew her mother at all, the cougar could burst through the doors at any moment, cock jutting out and tentacles weaving back and forth, enticing them in. But she knew he would only, at least in the moment, have eyes for her mother, the swell of her breasts and the way her hip bones jutted out against her scales just so.

But, if she was lucky, he'd let her clean up his cock afterwards. The thought was nearly enough to get her off right then and there and, despite the crick in her neck, Fyr gave a tiny squeak and squeezed her tongue in around her mother's clit. Her own legs pressed together, but she could then think of nothing bar her mother's pleasure as the older dragoness bucked and rocked against her.

"Oh... Yes!"

Quiet!

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Fyr grunted and lashed her pussy softly with her tongue, almost afraid to be too forceful for fear of making the dragon cry out even more loudly. Hellfire - they'd probably already raised the alarm with half the spa! What would they do if someone walked in on them, her mother's juices staining her muzzle? Shuddering, Fyr whimpered into the trembling dragoness' crotch and panted heavily, hot breath washing over her clit and soft, dripping lips. Sasha grunted and moaned as if she was actually being fucked by Ropes - maybe she was imagining it too - juices spurting and soaking her daughter's muzzle.

As Fyr gulped down breath after breath, the pressure only slightly relinquished on her head and muzzle, she heard what she'd been dreading all along: footsteps. And not just one pair of footsteps - voices too! More than one fur was outside the door! Groaning, Sasha didn't seem to notice, humping and gyrating against her daughter's nose to draw out every single last drop of pleasure she could glean.

And Fyr had to lap it all up, heartbeat racing as the chattering voices, light and lilting, drew closer and closer by the second.

Her mother shoved her away so unexpectedly that she blinked for a second, her vision once again expanding to the full stretch of the little room and the burned down candles. Sasha tied up her robe, covering up the mess of her sex, and blew a kiss to Fyr, a wicked grin pulling at her lips.

"Quick now!" Her mother giggled as she ushered her back and settled herself down again as the voices drew closer. "Clean yourself up!

Cursing in a most unladylike manner under her breath, Fyr wiped her muzzle off on the inside of her robe, but could not hide the scent of her shame completely.

The door slammed open as she ducked her muzzle down and away, tail clamped over her backside. A prissy poodle with manicured claws bounced into the room, her curly fur trimmed back so she had pom-poms around her wrists, ankles and, of course, the tip of her tail too. Fyr couldn't help but wince.

"Good morning, ladies!" She trilled, a fake smile painted on her very fake lips. "I am so very sorry for your wait, but we are all ready to get you started now!"

"Oh, that's no problem at all," Sasha purred. "We managed to entertain ourselves. Didn't we dear?"

Although she directed the last bit at Fyr, her daughter hid her muzzle, heat radiating from her cheeks. Did she have no shame?

Luckily, their new masseuse didn't pick up on the tension between them and proceeded to spring into the room, the door clicking lightly closed at her heels.

"Now, which of you lovely ladies would like to go first?" She crooned, her voice oddly sickly sweet. "I am so sorry for your wait once again, so another treatment of your choice will be yours - on the house, of course!"

"How divine," Sasha purred. "That is kind of you to offer and, truly, it was not all that long of a wait after all. If you do my massage first, I really do have my eye on one of those facials."

There was a long pause where Fyr strived and failed not to scoff, though the derisive sound was, at least, mostly muffled by the table. No one seemed to pay her all that much attention, however, as she was left to allow the sounds of the room wash over her, Sasha enjoying a far less intimate massage from the canine than the one she'd been treated to from Fyr's tongue. Licking her muzzle beneath the table, Fyr stared at the floor and sighed softly, closing her eyes against the less appealing image.

Her mother gave a soft grunt as the masseuse's more talented fingers dug into a particularly sore spot - Fyr had no idea what she was working on - and her darkened vision was suddenly full of her mother's cunt, pussy lewdly dripping. Although her eyes were quite firmly closed, her mother's image pulsed and Fyr parted her lips unwittingly, tongue hanging out for the sweet treat of her pussy. The need in her own stomach burned and she whimpered ever so quietly as she imagined dipping her tongue into that warm, tensing passage again and again, tasting deeply of her until the dragoness, once again, bucked into her, caught up in the throes of climax.

"All done for you!"

Fyr jumped as the masseuse clicked her claws together lightly, the sound oddly loud in the quiet room. A moment too late, Fyr realised that the music had stopped, leaving them all together in what could have been said to be a rather awkward silence.

Her mother sighed heavily, although it was not a bad sigh, but one that aired itself with a pure roll of relaxation. Fyr swallowed hard. Just how long had she been fantasising about eating out her mother for?

"That was lovely." Even her voice sounded relaxed. "But I do believe it's my daughter's turn now."

Fyr stiffened. Was she presentable? It didn't matter: the masseuse's paws were already on her and then lifting to hold up a towel, lips forming words that she had to strain to catch, so great was the pounding of her heart. Roll over? Fyr gulped and wiped away a bead of sweat, her forehead cool and clammy as she shimmied out of the robe and lay down, allowing the poodle to rest the towel over her and preserve her dignity. She hadn't caught sight of her mother going through that rigmarole, but, as her mother fiddled with the rope tie at her waist, she could only assume that she'd been subjected to the same.

"Now, darling," the poodle cooed - why didn't any of them wear nametags? "If you'll just relax down, we'll have you feeling real nice very soon, okay?"

But Fyr's attention wasn't on her - she was looking at her mother, framed between the poodle's arm and slim, nipped in waist. As she stared, jaw agape, her mother flashed her breasts, nipples perked up against a sudden chill in the air. The canine prattled on, completely oblivious to what was going on, and Fyr opened and closed her mouth several times, eyes near enough popping out of her skull. Just what was wrong with that dragoness? Still, she pushed down the guilty, guilty, guilty feeling of wanting to push her lips up to one of those hard nipples, lock around it and hope Sasha would use her further, all for her pleasure.

Yet childish whims won out, head lifting without warning and eyes narrowing. Her lips twisted and she was speaking before the words leapt to her mind, an old, ingrained habit bubbling up to the surface. She couldn't stop herself, snapping with the characteristic sharpness of a teenage daughter whose mother was embarrassing her.

"Mom?" Fyr gasped, eyes rolling back. "Mom! Stop that! Gawd!"

The masseuse paused, head turning, and, like a flash, Sasha had herself covered up once more, the picture of innocence as the spa employee raised a curious eyebrow, head tilted politely to one side.

"Ma'am?" He murmured. "Is there something I can help you with?"

Fluttering her fingertips at him, Sasha winked and cupped her paw around the side of her muzzle as if she was sharing a secret with him. Her whisper, however, was more than loud enough to carry across to her bright red daughter who wanted nothing more than to sink into a hole in the ground.

"Sugar, would you leave me and my daughter alone for just a moment?" Sasha's eyes smouldered, tongue flicking out to tickle the side of her jaw. "I think you have heated her up some!"

Laughing politely, Sasha covered her lips with her fingers so that only Fyr saw the cocky smirk plastered across them. The masseuse went bright red and left the room as quickly as his paws could carry him, claws tapping across the smooth floor as he went.

"Mom!" Fyr snapped, cheeks flushed. "What did you do to that poor drake? He thinks he's done something wrong now!"

Blinking innocently, Sasha sat up, letting her robe fall open to reveal her breasts. Groaning inwardly, Fyr pointedly turned her muzzle away, but her mother lunged for her with fire in her eyes, tail lashing out as if to grab hers in the curve of strong muscle. Leaning back and scrabbling for purchase, Fyr managed to just about avoid the clutches of her mother's tail, but her paw was another issue entirely, locking around her chin in a vice-like grip.

"You're going to let that nice, young gentlefur back in here and you're going to let him finish up your massage," she growled, holding Fyr's jaw tightly so that pulling away simply was not an option. "So lay yourself back down, smile prettily and we'll see if we can get you to relax a little bit too, hm?"

Grumbling, Fyr twisted and wrenched her face away from the older dragoness, tail flicking and slapping back against the massage table with enough force behind the swing to shake it.

"This isn't my kind of relaxing thing, mom! And, if you wanted me to relax so badly, maybe shoving my muzzle between your legs wasn't the best way to go about it!"

It was pointed enough, but her mother slipped by the point as easily as a silverfish streaking through a clear stream. Not that she should have expected anything different, of course. Sasha smirked and hopped lightly off her own massage table, securing the robe a little more firmly around her midriff as she landed. As the fluffy, soft fabric pulled more tightly across her breasts, Fyr did her best not to stare. Why didn't she fill out a robe quite like that? Or did she? Did she just not see it?

But, as the dragoness let the canine's paws work her magic and her mother left for greener pastures, Fyr exhaled long and low, a different kind of satisfaction teasing through her veins as if she was slowly, ever so slowly, becoming intoxicated. She melted into the table and held down her groans for fear of sounding a little too enthusiastic, but there was little she could do as the poodle murmured to her, getting her to release the tension in muscles that she'd never known she had.

The candlelight danced, music back on and, for once, her mind a soothing wave of pure peace. Not a single thought of the outside world disturbed her and, lips curving up, Fyr drifted into another world entirely. She forgot everything, even the fact that her mother was pregnant with her husband's cub...or hatchling, whatever it turned out to be. For that time and that time alone, her mind was her own and Fyr thought of nothing at all that could have caused her heart to tighten or muscles to clench.

Perhaps she had truly needed to relax all along.

*

Suitably relaxed, at least in one way, Fyr could not for the life of her find her mother when she exited the massage room. The temptation of another treatment was not all that alluring and, after being promised that she could redeem her free massage on another date, she moseyed out of the health club and found her beaten up truck in the car park. Her eyebrows knotted, but a message on her phone from Sasha told her that her mother had already left - how, she would never know.

Still, there was a bit of a drive to get back home and the day was ticking by. As she put the truck into gear, she wondered just why her mother had been in such a hurry to leave, but it made no matter really, even if it was peculiar behaviour. She wasn't sure what was normal and what was not anymore.

However, the dragoness should have perhaps seen it coming. Later, on the sofa, she would wonder how she didn't understand just what had happened and think that it must have been her state of relaxation after the massage that did it for her, rendering her "floating" above reality as the world moved on around her.

She could not fail to understand, on the other hand, once she re-entered her own home to hear the tell-tale thuds of a headboard smacking against the wall. When she burst into what had been her bedroom, but which she had not slept in for so many weeks, she blinked at the sight of Sasha on her back, Ropes between her legs to fill her with every last inch of his cock.

"Mmmph, hi, honey," her mother gasped out, head over the edge of the bed as the cougar filled her. "I was - ah! - wondering when you'd get back."

In her position, her stomach pushed up on full display, the swell of it impossible to deny. Fyr's eyes landed on that curve and, before she knew it, her legs had buckled, dropping her clumsily to the carpet as she whimpered with raw need. Her crotch burned, panties soaked with arousal from the display she'd, earlier, been lovingly forced into and yet she still burned for more, shamefully parting her lips and submissively pushing out her tongue as if that would tempt them to do something, anything, with her.

Sasha giggled breathlessly, kissing one of Ropes' tentacles as it flirted up to her muzzle.

"Oh - naughty! You'll have to wait your turn, sweetie, I'm a little busy with him right now."

Gulping, Fyr nodded and Sasha turned her attention immediately to her lover, kissing him with surprising warmth as his lips brushed up against hers. As if watching from beyond a pane of glass, the left out dragoness spread her knees apart and enjoyed the show, the tip of her tail curling idly back and forth as the lovers expressed their true desire for one another. If they'd been anyone else, she would have felt awkward watching such an intimate display of lust and, yes, she could not hide it - love too. There was something there between them and it wasn't just how good Ropes' uncut shaft felt pushing into the dragoness, her body rocking up to meet the cougar's every thrust as if they were made for one another.

Fyr wondered if she looked like that when Ropes fucked her, but it wasn't for her to judge or marvel at. Licking her lips, she let out a hungry little groan as Ropes kissed down her mother's neck and over her breasts, locking his lips around each nipple in turn to tug and suck, playing his rougher tongue ever so lightly across them. He must have known just what she liked by that point as Sasha arched up to his muzzle, a low, throaty growl breaking the boundary of her lips as if she simply could not keep it locked inside for a moment longer.

Her daughter swallowed a groan and tip forward, the familiar wetness between her thighs begging for her touch - or even the touch of her husband or her mother, either would have done really. Both held the same erotic edge for her and Fyr simply yearned to have them pay her attention as much as she loved giving that same attention to. There was nothing like licking her mother's clit as Ropes slammed into her and, yes, that pregnant belly nuzzling up to her forehead was certainly not an unpleasant sensation either. Whimpering, Fyr leaned in boldly, peering up at Sasha with the most pleading expression on her muzzle that she could possibly make. Smirking, the dragoness panted and let out a shallow grunt, eyes half-lidded.

"I think our little dragon wants something from us, sugar."

The words were punctuated with gasps and grunts, each derived from Ropes' thrusts, but the meaning of them was still conveyed enough for Fyr's heart to jump into overdrive, hammering a beat out inside her ribcage. Could she? Would she? It was not so much a matter of whether or not she wanted to join in the fun, but more whether or not she would be allowed to. The lack of choice in the matter, bar voicing her eagerness to be included, hit a note deep inside her, warming her whole body from the inside out.

Eyes heavy, the dragoness spread her knees submissively apart and panted lightly, waiting for their command. Her mother cooed to her, though it was difficult for the older dragon to get out more than a few words at a time with Ropes slamming into her with such wild vigour.

"Should we give it to her?" Sasha giggled, head falling back. "Oh, honey, you feel soooo good!"

As cheesy as her exclamation was, Fyr shivered and whimpered, the tip of her tail twitching back and forth as if she was a feral canine who simply could not wagging from sheer excitement alone. Snapping her fingers, Sasha growled a command that made her daughter's heart sing.

"Up here, sugar."

Fyr didn't need to be told twice and leapt up, edging near but not quite close enough to presume what she would be ordered to do. Sasha made her position quite clear, however, curling her fingers around the back of her daughter's neck and dragging her in for a deep, lustful kiss. Moaning into her mother's mouth, Fyr surrendered, kissing her clumsily upside down as she leaned over her on the bed while Ropes grunted and slammed in. A stray tentacle caressed Fyr's cheek as she allowed Sasha to dominate her muzzle, tongue forcing entry and battling playfully with her own, and the dragoness leaned into it, cheeks heated.

Every sensation seemed to build on the one that came before it, Fyr's head spinning and spinning until she lost all sense of when or where she was. It didn't seem to matter what was happening with the outside world, as long as she was there with her perfect little family, her mother guiding her paws up to her breasts so that she could rub and caress and pleasure just as she had always been meant to do.

However, Sasha only had so much time for a needy dragoness when she could not make full use of her muzzle. Pushing her away crudely, the older dragon moaned and arched, gripping Ropes' tentacles as the cougar panted, white eyes glowing.

"Oh,darling," she gasped. "Yes, just like that, honey."

A rippling shudder ran through the dragoness from head to toe and she closed her eyes, tightening her legs visibly around the cougar's waist. Ropes grunted and drove in particularly deep, tail lashing the air in time with each and every stroke of his cock. It was all Fyr could do to not lunge forward and rejoin their fun, jaws parted to take in breaths that didn't seem anywhere near enough to soothe the burning in her lungs. Licking her lips, she shuddered. Ropes' cum had most certainly flavoured her mother's lips and mouth.

The dragoness, however, had other things on her mind than her daughter's comfort or the revelation that she'd kissed her own mother after she'd given said daughter's husband a blowjob.

"I'm so close!"

Arching down, Ropes nuzzled her neck, whispering to her, but Fyr could not catch what he said over the slap of his hips, her husband working himself to climax as he pushed the dragoness on and on, driving her lovingly to orgasm with every drop of stamina and raw sensuality he could deliver.

And there was no doubt that she would orgasm on his cock. Sasha clenched her teeth and let out a loud howl that almost seemed to bounce off the walls, tail slapping the side of the bed as it fell over the side. It didn't take a genius to see the delight her body was experiencing, each ripple making her scales shimmer in the overhead lighting, a goddess of lust coiling up to her lover's demanding paw. Sasha's howl tapered off into a long, drawn out moan that had Ropes' ears pricking, the rounded curves of them tipping to her if only to catch the sweet nuances of the sound. Fyr groaned softly - quietly so that they did not hear - and inhaled deeply, the heady aroma of sex thick and lusty in the unmoving air of the bedroom.

Even as Sasha enjoyed her climax, body jerking and twitching lightly in Ropes' hold, the cougar huffed and grunted, thrusts speeding up. For, while she tensed and rocked into his embrace, his own need grew, swelling like the force of the rising tide coming over the flood barriers. No, her lover didn't pause in his thrusts as her cunt tightened around his aching shaft, milking it for all he was worth, racing onward to the grand finale his body yearned towards.

There was no rampant yowl as he finished in her, her lips silencing his to take his moans into her own muzzle. Sasha ran her fingers down the back of Ropes' neck and upper back over and over again, completely and utterly lost in the moment as his hips juddered up between her thighs, ensuring that not a drop of cum went to waste as he filled her with his cream. Her fingers massaged that spot just above the base of his tail and Ropes groaned gutturally, every scrap of energy seeming to slump out of his body all at once, tail falling limp.

And it was then that Fyr felt like an intruder, the voyeur in her own home. And yet she couldn't look away, heart in her mother and chest warm with sudden, pounding knowledge. But it was not bad to know, not really. She was happy they were happy and she knew the feeling was genuine from how her lips pulled up at the corners of their own accord.

There was breathlessness between the cougar and dragon when they finally broke, Ropes' flopping to the side with an arm around Sasha and a purr on his lips. His softening cock dragged from her stretched pussy, letting a deluge of slick seed spill out, glistening on the dragoness' pussy lips. Fyr sucked in a breath, curved nostrils flaring.

"Clean me up, sugar," Sasha said, jerking her daughter from her trance as she sat up, guiltily, to attention. "I wouldn't want to be sticky now, would I?"

Fyr's lips were in there before the dragoness hardly had a chance to finish the command, moaning lustfully as she scooped up every drop of her husband's cum and gulped it all down. His seed was slick and disappeared easily down her throat, the dragoness pushing her tongue deep into her mother's pussy to score the fine treat, best enjoyed from a messy pussy if not from the source itself. From how the cougar's paws roamed her mother's chest and stomach, barely in her line of sight, she certainly knew it would not be his last load of the day.

It was going to be a long day - and night - beside them.