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Playing with Portals

The Demon Takes the Spoils

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Fyrdrgon

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“Hey, Fyr?"

The dragoness groaned, rolling her eyes as she sprawled across the sofa.

“What? Good lord does my back ache! Can't you stop being so lazy for just a few minutes and put those tentacles to use?"

Her demon husband, Ropes, smirked and shook his head slowly. It was a common argument, if one could even call it that, for the two of them to have in their living room, though Fyr was the one, for once, who had duly over-exerted herself regardless of her penchant for working on the ranch. The ranch house was everything they'd ever wanted, offering privacy and seclusion to do just as they pleased. What more could a demon and his wife, after all, need?

Well, sex and plenty of it, for a start. And, despite his reclusive nature, Ropes was a cougar who did so seem to get bored rather more often than not. Why, earlier that day, Fyr had caught him playing with portals and goaded him on to find the human world and his human self, a being that thought that furries were but artwork and costumes and donned a costume of the cougar himself! Still, the weirdness of it all hadn't stopped her from leaping through the portal herself to fuck his human self. Best to take on all opportunities that came her way, after all, surely?

Ropes, however, had been the one to fuck her harder and more brutally than his human self, putting his demonic strength and stamina to good use as he pounded her over the arm of the sofa, on all fours before the unlit fireplace and on her back on the rug. There was hardly a position that he did not take her in that day and, even as sunset drew its crimson and orange arm across the sky outside the large, open windows, the cougar's cock was still hard and ready for more even.

Fyr, on the other hand, was feeling the burn of so much sex a little more, her craving for a shower greater than her desire for her husband. Now that was a rare occurrence indeed!

“What?" Ropes drawled, tracing the curve of her cheek with just the tip of one of his tentacles, still with her sweet aroma clinging to the green flesh. “You don't like getting pounded every which way now? That doesn't sound like my wife at all!"

Fyr groaned and flung an arm over her eyes.

“Sure I do, sugar, but there's a limit too!" Shivering, she squirmed and tried to work out the kinks, or at least some of them, in her sore muscles. “Shame Helly's not about, I could pawn you off on her for a bit."

Ropes rumbled a growl, bobbing his muzzle in agreement. They had a rather open-minded family, it had to be said, and he wouldn't have said no to fucking his crimson-scaled daughter, fingers twisting into her luxurious mane of yellow hair as she squealed and cried out his name, just for the lust of his driving cock.

The cougar licked his lips. Yes, he'd have to have Helena again next time she was home. That wouldn't be long, however, since she was only off visiting friends. She was always more randy when she came back from a span of not getting her needs fulfilled too.

All the better for him.

“Mmm, well, I could wait until Helly gets back," he murmured softly, slipping his tentacles down around her breasts. “Or I could just flip you over and cram your tail hole full of my cock here too. I really don't mind which one of my sexy dragonesses I get to take today."

Fyr shivered and wavered on the edge of giving in, moaning softly as her husband's tentacles played with her breasts with a great deal more dexterity than fingers. She arched her back, eyes half-lidded and, for a moment, he relished in the thrill of victory, another sexual conquest feeding his demonic lust.

It was not to be, although it was not sadly so by any means.

“I know!" Fyr shot upright, a devilish grin stretched across her muzzle. “I've had that human guy that's another self of yours – but let's just see what my human self looks like!"

Ropes blinked, lips stretching into a slow, lazy grin.

“And you wouldn't mind if I went and fucked them too, would you?"

Fyr grinned.

“Hey, I think the monogamy ship sailed long ago with us, if it even existed to begin with."

He chuckled and shook his head, perching on the edge of the sofa beside her as his cock rose to full attention, the shaft hard and ready from the allure of what was to come. Even as he opened a portal with a flick of one tentacle, his mind ran wild. His eyes dropped to Fyr's breasts and the cougar groaned, imagining just how those would look in human form, the milky skin tipped with perfect, pink nipples. Scales were nice, but sometimes a demon liked to taste a different flavour, which wasn't a bad thing in the slightest either!

“Yes, hon," he murmured, distracted by her body and the thoughts of what body was to come to him. “Now... Do you think Fyr will be at the same convention as me?"

Pursing her lips, the dragoness nodded just the once, definitely.

“Yeah, why wouldn't I be? Curtis knew about me and what I looked like, it wasn't as if he didn't recognise me or something."

The cougar didn't answer, instead scrolling through rooms in the hotel, tentacles flicking back and forth on either side of his head as if they too were curious about what was going on.

“Now... Can't be far..."

He muttered to himself as Fyr rolled her eyes and scooted in closer, shivering as some of his cum trickled out from her pussy, a delightful reminder of everything he had done to add to that first load of cum in her pussy.

“Aha!" Ropes grinned and jabbed a tentacle at the portal. “That's you!"

Leaning in to peer through the shimmering portal, the edges seeming to waver as she got closer, Fyr made a face and wrinkled her nose.

“She's in suit though," she grumbled. “And, gawd, that thing is so plush and fluffy! Why don't I have scales? Anyone would bake if they paraded around in that much fake fur!"

Chuckling, Ropes bumped her gently with his shoulder.

“Well, it's their fantasy, I guess. I don't know, you can't control or really pass judgement on what goes on in other worlds. What we do and live here is probably just as weird to them, you know."

Fyr tilted her head so far to the right that her cheek nearly touched her shoulder.

“No, I don't know, but I'll take your word for it here."

But Ropes was hardly listening, staring at the dragoness suit as if hungry for what lay beneath. The tip of his tail curled back and forth as the cougar sighed his prey, lusting after another form of his wife. Just what did she look like? The fursuit was a little too cute to be sexy but it had captured her likeness well enough, right down to the ear-frills and the yellow stripes arcing around her sides.

Casting a look to the wife beside him, Ropes fluttered a tentacle at her as if in farewell, although the grin on his muzzle told him that he would be returning to her for a more familiar kind of fun regardless of what he found elsewhere. It was their little deal, after all, one more way for the two of them to have fun.

And then he was gone, moving the tentacle to an empty room set off for the convention breakfast – or at least part of it. It was one of the biggest conventions, to his knowledge, in the human world when it came to furries and there were plenty of quiet spaces away from the main thoroughfares of traffic and socialisation for him to appear. Jumping into the centre of the room laid out with tables (sans cutlery for the time being), Ropes shook out his fur to make it fluff up just a little bit more and adjusted his portal so that only he and Fyr could see it.

“Stay tuned, darling," he drawled back at his wife peering through the portal with a familiar kind of hunger in her eyes. “I'll do my best to put on quite the show for you!"

Blowing him a kiss, the dragoness grinned and waved him on, her blessing, if it was really all that important, well and truly given.

With that done, Ropes stiffened his tentacles into the shape of the ones on the suit of his human counterpart, his lower jaw hanging as if he had fixed it permanently open. It wouldn't fool anyone if they got up close and personal with him but it would do him well enough to get him through the con while he followed Fyr back to wherever her hotel room was.

Making as if to stride out, the cougar laughed suddenly and snapped his fingers.

“Oh, wait..."

There was one thing that he couldn't hide in his current condition but, luckily, demons could open more than one portal than once to get what they needed.

Opening a second, he reached through and grabbed a pair of jeans off his bed at home, slipping them onto his legs before continuing on. Imagine the looks he would have gotten if he'd walked out into the middle of the convention with his cock on show! Ropes shuddered. Wait, that one didn't quite bear thinking about. Definitely not a route he needed his mind to go down at that time.

He had something far more entertaining to set his sights on. Holding his tentacles up in position, he fixed his grin and did his best not to blink as he strode out into the main convention area, a huge, open atrium with plenty of natural light. There were many, many furries in suits posing for photographs with the best features of their suits accentuated – so many, in fact, that one could slip through the crowd nearly unnoticed.

Even if they were in a very, very realistic suit. Ropes swallowed and tried to make the motion imperceptible, acutely conscious of just how he needed to swallow. Every little movement that wasn't natural in a fursuit was highlighted as he sweated and mooched his way through the crowd.

Where to start? He had to find Fyr somewhere but all that he knew was that she wasn't in her hotel room as that had been the first thing he'd checked before popping into the breakfast room to tail the dragoness – a quick look at the room assignments from Con Ops was all that bit of sleuthing had taken to make sure he hadn't missed her. That left the rest of the con and the overflow hotels too to search and he only knew where she'd started.

Well, he'd have to find her somewhere and swiftly too. He was starting to get second looks and cameras in his face, the urge to blink rising and rising with every passing second.

Damn it...

“New suit, Ropes? Looking good!"

A blonde man with hair curling around his ears grinned and held up his hand for a high five. Only pausing for a second, the cougar slapped his fluffy paw against the human one, barely breaking stride as he kept his jaws parted in an eerily fixed grin.

Ah! There she was again! Not far from where he'd left her! Fyr rose from the crowd, tall and crimson, and he locked onto her with the intent of a true predator and demon. That was one of the reasons that no human would ever match up to what he was able to give her.

“Hope you're ready for a show," he murmured back into the portal hovering behind him, ever present just to make sure that Fyr got to see every last sordid detail. “I'll do my best for you."

His best, however, was a given and the words were purely for show as he followed Fyr through the crowd and up the stairs where the arrows and numbers denoted the hotel rooms. She had to be close to the main hotel areas if she wasn't going for the elevators and his step quickened to keep pace with her as her long stride carried her far more swiftly through the convention in the suit than he would have expected from a human who was, most likely, pretty damn hot and sweaty by that point.

As Fyr swiped a room card into the lock, Ropes charged after her, dropping the pretence as he took larger strides to ensure he could duck into the room after her. The door was swinging closed after her tail as he huddled in behind, tucking his tail out of the way as the door clicked into place with the two of them on the right side of it.

“Hey there," he growled, lips curling up wickedly just a little bit. “Didn't think I was going to catch up with you back there."

Fyr spun about to face him with a small jump, though he couldn't tell with the large suit head on top of hers whether or not she was surprised to see him there or not.

“Cat?" The voice from within the suit was muffled. “I thought you were going to the photo shoot?"

Ropes purred and shook his head, resisting the urge – not quite yet – to lick his lips and work out some of the stiffness from his jaw.

“No, I thought I'd come back here and spend some time with you," he said, though it was easier said than done to keep the majority of movement out of his jaws. “Isn't that part of the point of these conventions, after all?"

A chuckle came from within the dragoness suit, deeper than Ropes would have expected from the human version of Fyr.

Interesting...

“Yeah, meeting up and all that. That's the point of getting all of us together in one place."

Clearly, the implications had gone straight over Fyr's head but that was okay as her head was coming off right at that very moment. Raising her paws to either side of her head, Fyr grasped the horns and tipped forward, dragging the dragon head up and off...

...His head.

Ropes blinked and took a step back, shaking his head as if that would somehow serve to clear his vision. For there was no woman standing before him and neither was she a dragoness! A man stood before him with dark hair, grumbling as he popped out his contacts in search of a pair of glasses.

“What the hell?"

The man blinked at him, eyes cast over with confusion as he saw the cougar before him, at last, clearly. The vision in fursuits, after all, was not well known for its quality except in ones that 'broke the magic', so to speak, so it made sense that he hadn't quite twigged things were amiss even with one of his closest friends beforehand.

“Wait, that's not your usual suit?" He stepped up to take a closer look, curiosity replacing confusion as he smiled. “Why didn't you tell me that you commissioned another one? That's awesome!"

“That's because it's not a suit!" Ropes growled, dropping the pretence as his tentacles flailed, eyes flashing white. “And you're not a woman either! What the hell, Fyr?"

“What?"

The dragoness who was not a dragoness took a step back, concern flashing across his expression.

“How the... If you're not in a suit then what are you?"

Ropes would have answered, although it would have been nothing polite, if not for the peals of laughter echoing through the portal. It was lucky that only he could hear it as Fyr was busy rolling across their living room floor in peals of laughter. Clutching at her sides, the dragoness howled with mirth and squirmed like a snake, tail slapping the sofa as she knocked her shoulder into the coffee table. She barely seemed to feel it, however, as Ropes gaped back at her through the portal, brow furrowing and eyes flashing furiously.

“What, you think this is funny?"

Rolling on the floor laughing, all Fyr could do was weep into her own arms, tears of raw, unbridled mirth trailing twin paths down her cheeks. The human Fyr stared at Ropes in increasing confusion, hair plastered to his head with sweat.

“He's a dude!" She howled, though only Ropes could hear her. “My human is a fucking dude!"

Whereas Fyr was amused back at home, Ropes was far from it. Scowling, the cougar straightened his back and pushed his shoulder blades back, tentacles rising up high as if to attack.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa – whoa!" The human Fyr shouted, leaping back with his comically fluffy paws held out before him as if that would be enough to stop whatever the cougar was planning. “Let's be rational about this now!"

“Rational?" Ropes scoffed and flipped a paw, although the human Fyr's interjection took some of the wind out of his sails. “How is it rational that you're a guy when Fyr's very clearly a dragoness?"

The man frowned and ran his fingers back through his dark hair.

“Yeah... Furries can make whatever characters they want. I think the big question here is why you're here..."

The human tipped forward, although his feet remained quite firmly planted in place.

“You're real," he said slowly, eyes widening behind the rims of his slender glasses. “You're really real. But how are you real?"

Ropes rolled his eyes, although the motion was not as obvious as it was when Fyr rolled her eyes at him. It was a work in progress, though she was the one that said she had a lot more to roll her eyes about than him.

“Alternate worlds, alternate dimensions. Blah, blah, blah... Ask Curtis about it, he's probably got it all written down in his character back story or whatever."

The human Fyr twisted his lips, pressing them together as he inhaled deeply through his nose.

“Right," he said, hardly convinced. “And how do you know the cat?"

Ropes smirked.

“Well, my wife fucked him just a few hours back. I thought he would have told you about that, that he got to have sex with the real Fyr in the flesh. Or scales. However you want to put it."

Blinking at him, the human before the cougar sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. It was a little too red as if he had been sunburned and the skin had not quite yet healed itself up. Either way, he didn't seem all that surprised to hear that another furry, the kind that existed in more than just stories and artwork, had visited one of his friends, though he still took a quiet moment to process the information while Ropes tried to think through what his next move should be.

I mean, clearly, sex isn't happening...

“Oh... Maybe that's why I haven't seen him around the convention," he said with a wry chuckle. “He does try to spend time with as many people as possible but actually fucking Fyr, oh wow... That's really different. Really different!"

The cougar sighed.

“Yeah. It is. I guess for you, at least, but this is a pretty normal Saturday afternoon for me really. It's not that big a deal for me to spend time playing with portals but it's the first time Fyr's watched and well...she was expecting a bit more of a show than she got."

Glancing back at the portal, he half-shrugged as if to ask the dragoness what he could do about it, but Fyr was still busy wiping tears of laughter from her eyes, barely paying attention to how the scene had progressed before her without her due attention.

“What show?" He probed. “Oh, let me get out of this suit! But talk! I think you've got a lot of explaining to do."

Ropes snorted as the man shrugged the suit down from his shoulders, digging out a hidden zip from the font as he fumbled with the hand-paws. One after the other was tossed onto one of the unmade beds, the man groaning softly as his skin and under armour was revealed.

“Much better..."

The cougar grimaced and slid his gaze away, though it was hardly out of respect.

“I haven't got anything to explain to you and all you'll have after this is half a story, not like Fyr and Curtis. What is your name anyway?"

“AJ. That's what I usually go by," he huffed, wriggling the fluffy suit down to his midsection and worming his arms out of his sleeve. “Ugh, this is warm..."

“Then why do you wear it."

AJ shrugged and threw him a look that said more than the words that followed.

“It's just a costume, something to have fun in. Some use them for their alter-ego, but we're all a collection of misfits anyway. None of us really work on our own but a group of suiters all together is pretty fun. Yeah, just about having fun."

Quietly, Ropes nodded. Although he couldn't stop his eyes from roaming over AJs body as he stripped himself all the way down to his underwear, putting the suit on a rail to dry with the head upside down. With Fyr having such an affinity for working on the ranch, taking to it like a duck to water, it made sense that her human counterpart would have some level of fitness too, though he was lean perhaps in the name of his body working as efficiently as possible. The tattoo on his arm was an interesting addition too, something that set him apart from the dragoness who he had loved for many years as his wife.

Huh, not bad...

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“So, Fyr fucked him then?"

Ropes jumped and coughed into his paw, although he wasn't too sure what he was trying to cover up.

“Yeah, she really did," he said with a smirk. “I don't think he was expecting her to be so eager but he hilted in her. Would have been nice if he said about you too though."

“I'm sure Fyr didn't give him much time to talk," AJ laughed. “Though I'm straight and you're straight, right? So, we won't be able to do things like the two of you planned."

There was a certainty in both their eyes but for different things entirely. Back on the other side of the portal, he heard Fyr catch her breath.

Things were about to get very interesting.

“You..." AJ gulped and shook his head, taking a step back with his hands held up as if to ward off the cougar. “Oh no, I don't think this is happening, no way."

“Come on," Ropes murmured, closing the distance between them even as AJ backed, semi-panicked up to the wall. “Haven't you wanted to try? Looked at artwork of the cougar-demon and thought that he is pretty hot too?"

AJ licked his lips but his mouth was too dry to produce any real amount of saliva as he hunted for an escape and found none. Ropes made as if to slide his paw down to the man's boxers but AJ was quick enough to catch him there, fingers closing around Ropes' wrist to hold him back, though the fluttering panic in the man's eyes stood in juxtaposition to the lust in Ropes'.

He could go another way too, as long as he was on top. That really was the deciding factor of it.

“If you're not into that sort of thing too, at least a little," Ropes murmured, “why is the bulge there getting bigger?"

He inclined his head down and AJ shuddered to find the light shape of his cock through his boxers growing indeed firmer as his mind wandered down paths usually taken when he was securely away in his room with no one to disturb him.

“Well, maybe it's not that far-fetched..." AJ said with a blush, turning away with his glasses askew. “It's not... I'm straight! I can't do that!"

But then Ropes was pressing up to him, lips claiming AJs even as he drew the man up to him with the embrace of his tentacles. It was strange to kiss human lips – much less those belonging to a male – but there was a sense of the dragoness in them too and it was easy to relax into it too when he realised that it was indeed another self of the dragoness he loved.

Just a little different.

“I've got to shower," AJ whispered as the kiss broke, tongues having barely brushed in the carnal moment. “I'm hot and sweaty..."

It was just the opening that Ropes needed.

“Let me help you with that."

Grabbing the man's hand before he had a chance to protest, Ropes smirked and towed him into the bathroom – well, he assumed that the only other door out of the hotel room led to the bathroom and he was right. AJ sucked in a breath as the cougar let his jeans fall to the floor in a crumple of denim, showing off his soft cock with added features that he could not have hidden if he'd tried.

AJ gulped, pulse leaping a little at the side of his throat.

“Wow, you have barbs..."

Ropes purred softly, drawing AJ confidently up to his chest. His fur flattened down as the man stepped up to him, breath hitching as the cougar's paws slid down into the small of his back, holding him firm and close. With a tentacle, he turned the shower on, allowing the hiss of water to fill the bathroom as the shower door hung open as if in invitation.

“Don't worry," he murmured. “I'll keep them soft for you."

It was Fyr, after all, who preferred them erect and tugging, pushing into her cunny every time he pulled back. A little edge of pain in a ready pussy went far with that dragoness and she loved it more than she would have said out loud, if one didn't count her screams.

It was easy to soap up the man in the shower, Ropes' cock hardening to its full girth as AJ shakily returned the favour. The hotel had provided a sweet-smelling soap that would not have been Ropes' usual choice but AJ seemed to like it well enough as he rubbed it into his hair, turning his face shyly from the cougar.

They both knew why they were there, however, and AJ's trembles weren't convincing as he pressed his face into the cougar's neck, inhaling the sweet scent of soaped up fur, something quite unlike anything he ever could have smelled before. The cougar groaned as his lips brushed an Adam's apple, throat working as he swallowed and ran his tongue over his lips, collecting the droplets of warm water that had fallen there.

“Oh..." AJ grunted, cock hardening as Ropes teased his claws so very lightly down his stomach. “That feels..."

“Shush, you don't have to talk."

Words would only sully the moment and Ropes turned the human side-on to the portal as he pumped his paw slowly along the smooth-skinned shaft his fingers were curled around. It wasn't unlike his length and the pre-cum that drooled from the tip was just the same as his, even if the shaft was lacking barbs. The man was cut too even if Ropes' cock was in its natural state only. The cougar shuddered. He couldn't imagine ever having his cock look any different, even though the human's was not unappealing. It was a strange practice, that was all.

AJ groaned and worked his hips, sliding his slick and hard shaft through the cougar's soft paw. The soap had eased the roughness of his pad, Fyr having gotten him to work on the ranch over recent weeks, saying that there was always something there that needed fixing up, something that needed work doing on it. He chuckled to himself but AJ didn't notice. It was funny how she always found some kind of job for him to do.

Kind of cute too, actually. Kind of like AJ.

“Easy there," Ropes murmured as AJ bucked and thrust, biting his lower lip as a flush rose heatedly to his cheeks. “Plenty of time for the two of us here... I made sure the door was locked from the inside."

AJ groaned and rolled his head from shoulder to shoulder, panting as sweetly as Fyr herself did. Casting the portal a look, Ropes flashed a smile and a wink too just for good measure. If she was having as much fun watching him as he had watched her, he'd return to quite a mess when he was done seeing just what it was like to top her male self!

AJ, however, was interested in more than just Ropes jacking him off, as warm and slippery as his paw was with a little soap and water. The cougar growled playfully as the man boldly turned about, fingers fumbling down the furred arm as he clung to the cougar as if for support, though there was nothing unsteady about him otherwise. Curiously, the man wrapped his fingers around Ropes' shaft as the cougar released his, hard flesh springing back and throbbing with barely concealed desire.

“Oh..." AJ nipped at the inside of his cheek, droplets of water beading on his skin where the overhead shower did not consistently reach. “The barbs... We don't have things like...that..."

He trailed off, breath catching. Ropes chuckled and pressed closer, arching his back to show off the muscle in his stomach, wet fur clinging to the shape of his body, in open invitation to be explored. And AJ had plenty to explore, curiously running his hands down Ropes' abdominals and the flare of his hips, tapered in that typically masculine fashion. It was his shaft that commanded the most attention, a blend of human and feline that one would have had to dream up in the height of passion – or perhaps in the depths of a demon's lust.

Trailing his fingertips tentatively over the barbs, a little of the tension slipped from AJ's shoulders as he found them to be soft and yielding. The uncut skin on the cougar's shaft pulled back and forth lightly as AJ's fingers closed more firmly around his pole, the tip glistening as it streamed with water.

And Ropes knew that AJ was ready, his hand barely slipping down to explore the weight of his balls, his own cock throbbing and pulsing with raw, masculine desire. The man's breath hitched just a little and he groaned as Ropes trailed a tentacle teasingly down his back, putting a gentle arch into it as if he was putting him in just the right position.

Yet not quite. That would come. And Ropes would need a little more to think of AJ as Fyr, especially with the fact that their two genders were not exactly the same between the portals and worlds.

A demon cougar would have to work with what he had, however.

“Ropes..."

“Yeah?"

AJ trembled.

“There's lube... It's out on the counter."

The cougar grinned, a tentacle snaking out of the shower around the edge of the door so that he didn't have to open it any more than was necessary and let out all the steam. He rolled his shoulders back with a purr of satisfaction, warm water cascading over him, sending a heat into his bones. A feline, after all, did like to be warm even if he had to, sometimes, be wet at the same time to get that deliciously heated sensation pouring through his skin.

“You bring lube to a furry con?" Ropes probed with a smirk, though his eyes gleamed at the thought of making his desire just a little bit easier. “Dude, how horny are you?"

AJ shook his head and made a face, although there was a fresh lust burning in the back of his eyes. Ropes purred in turn, pressing in closer, skin slipping sensually against fur.

“It's my roommate's... Dickhead."

Taking the lube, Ropes squirted a generous dose onto his paw, thinking that a little more intimate action wouldn't hurt if he really was going to go all the way with the human. His heart hammered, the demonic passion for sex rising in his chest like a snake, head flickering and bobbing lustfully back and forth. Regardless of whether he was with a male or a female, the liaison would feed his desire all the same and he groaned softly to himself as he pressed a finger to the pucker of AJ's anal ring, teasing and rubbing back and forth gently.

The man bit his lip and leaned against the cougar, his other paw returning to the smooth shaft, as first one digit and then a second stretched him out lightly, teasing and grinding within him as they tested his readiness. It was not an interlude destined to be the main event, however, as, to Ropes' surprise and pleasure, the man readily opened up for him, hardly clenching around his fingers at all as the cougar growled and pumped his shaft.

Drops of pre-cum drooled from the tip only to be swiftly washed away, mixing with the water and disappearing down the drain. Where they would have the memories of their coupling, there would be no evidence left in the shower at least of what happened between them.

AJ would have probably wanted that day, though he couldn't help but groan and push back into Ropes' paw as his anal ring was stretched, the preparation more than enough as his lusts rose and raged. And Ropes knew he was ready, the man desperately tilting his jaw away from the cougar as he hissed through his teeth and tried to rock harder into the cougar's paw, torn between both nuances of pleasure.

He'd better deliver everything he had then.

“Relax..." Ropes purred. “This won't hurt."

AJ shuddered, rocking his hips to thrust into Ropes' paw even as the cougar's fingers withdrew, turning him about for a better and easier angle for doing what they wanted in the shower. The man's back brushed his wet chest as Ropes leaned over him, letting one paw press heavily into the wall at the same level as AJ's head. Breath catching, AJ groaned softly.

“Be gentle."

It was as much as a command as the submissive man, at least in the moment. Pressing his chest up to the man's back, Ropes growled softly, tail lashing and flicking up against the walls of the shower. AJ shuddered against him, a low moan breaking his lips as he rocked back, wanting it even as he trembled in anticipation of his first time with a man.

Well, not quite a man. A cougar. And he was all the better for it.

“Huh, I don't usually know a strangers name when I fuck them," he murmured, arched over the human's back, cock teasing up to the bud of his anal ring. “But I'm glad to know yours, AJ."

“Me too... Oh fuck..."

Ropes pushed in as he spoke, teasing the head past the yielding pucker into the human's warm passage. Tighter than a pussy – he doubted the man was inclined to much anal play himself, but who was he to judge that? – AJ's backside clutched at him, clenching and squeezing as if he was trying to drag in the cock intent on plundering him. It was a desire that Ropes was ready to fulfil and he slowly used the lubricant to slicken the rest of his shaft until he was fully hilted within the man, hips pressed up to his buttocks.

Growling, Ropes rolled his head from one shoulder to the other, working out the kinks and stiffness with a crack and a pop.

“Damn," he purred. “You seem like you must have been really wanting this..."

And AJ would never have claimed otherwise. Panting heavily, he shuddered against the demon cougar as Ropes thrust gently, experimenting with the strokes of his cock until he found a pace that suited them both. Long, rolling thrusts of Ropes' hips drove his shaft deep into the man as AJ groaned and bucked against him, caught between twin throes of pleasure as Ropes, kindly, closed his fingers around his cock again, just to make sure that his partner was enjoying it as much as he was.

Pumping his hips more languidly than he would have with his dragoness, Ropes hissed through his teeth and ran his tentacles over every last inch of the human's body. He so rarely had a male to top and, truly, he would have still said that he was straight if he'd been asked, but it would have been against his nature to not take advantage of an opportunity when so freely offered, the man's anal ring squeezing so wonderfully around his cock. Dimly he thought that he would have to convince Fyr to try anal again sometime soon, for he'd forgotten, somehow, just how divine the sensation of it was, hot and clawing at the forefront of his mind already for that sweet, sweet orgasm.

Though he took his time, making it last how he could, for the randy human impaled on his cock had his pleasure to earn too with his delectable moans, rocking and grinding as if begging without words for more. And that more was something that the cougar was all too willing to deliver, making sure the angle of his cock forced it up against the human's prostate with each and every thrust, just to make AJ tremble a little bit more.

It would have been difficult for anyone to hold back with a cock ploughing them and a paw – or hand, for that matter – pumping their length and AJ was no exception to the rule. Grunting and huffing, he tried to round his back but found Ropes' paw on his hip, forcing him to keep his back arched and ass pushed out for him. Pleasure rose and rose in the man's mind, thrums racing through him, each one swifter and more powerful than the last, as he tried to hump desperately into the cougar's paw and, finally, ejaculated with a raw cry of desire.

His cock jerked in Ropes' paw, painting the shower wall even as the water swept it away, his anal passage squeezing and flexing around Ropes' cock as if his orgasm was travelling through his entire body. The man's legs half-buckled, trembling weakly from the sheer force of it, but Ropes was right there to support him, murmuring softly and bathing the back of his neck in smooth rasps of his feline tongue.

“Big one, huh... Well, I've got something even bigger for you."

And he did. While the man beneath him recovered, tipping forward to the wall with both his palms pressed flat to the cool tiles, Ropes gripped his hips and let loose with his thrusts. His tentacles did what they needed to do to support his partner as he snarled like a wildcat, eyes flashing and lusts flaring up to the surface. AJ groaned, cock throbbing weakly even as he softened, but there was nothing he could do besides bear through the pleasurable assault on his backside, submitting to the pleasure that was only, truly, freely given.

Ropes shot for his climax with the true devotion of a demon of lust, growling deep in the back of his throat as he teetered on the edge, hips working like a piston. Harder and harder he thrust, intent only on his own pleasure as AJ quivered beneath him, a vessel for pleasure as his demonic self inside flushed with the urge to feed, need swelling like the rise of the tide.

And, when it came, his orgasm was not one that the human, well fucked and drained, would easily forget. The cougar roared loudly enough to disturb occupants of the other hotel room as he slammed his hips up flush with AJ's buttocks, raspy breaths dragging from his lungs as he spent himself. His cock throbbed and pulsed, delivering spurt after spurt of thick cougar cream as warm water washed over him, scalding, and yet Ropes was unwilling to pause or distract himself from the main event to turn down the heat, if only a little.

No, he only had so much time with AJ and he intended to enjoy every last moment of it, rocking and grinding his hips left to coax out every last drop of his cum. When he did come down from his high, Ropes growled wantonly, cock still hard and wanting more even as AJ tiredly blinked at him, eyes hazy with his own afterglow.

The human was far slower than a demon to recover and Ropes towelled him off quickly, only remembering to turn the shower off after he had taken the human back to the bedroom. It was a ploy, more or less, and one only utilised because he knew his wife was still watching through the portal, judging him and observing just what he did with his partner after sex. It was one thing to leave a sexy little piece of a cheetah up against a wall in an alleyway with his cum dripping from her pussy when there was no one there to see and quite another to leave a partner slumped on the floor of a shower when Fyr saw everything!

That said, he didn't towel off AJ all that well, the man's damp skin clinging to the sheets as he slipped into the blissful realm of unconsciousness. Fyr called to him and, with one last wave of his tentacles to the sleeping human, Ropes chuckled and bounded back through the portal, shaking water from his fur as he left one reality for the one he called his own.

And the sight that met him was just as wondrous as he'd hoped, Fyr stretched out on the rug surrounded by an array of sex toys. With a dildo crammed into her soaked pussy and a smaller plug stretching out her tail hole, the dragoness had made use of most of them, enjoying the porn show through the portal perhaps a little too much.

Ropes whistled, a smile stretching slowly across his lips. And he'd thought he'd done a lot by jacking off several times when she'd fucked his other self!

Panting heavily from the force of her last orgasm, Fyr blinked up and him and blew him a kiss, although her wings drooped softly with tiredness that she was not quite ready to give in to.

“Round two, sugar?"

It was going to be a long and lustful night!