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Cuckolded by Her Mother

Chapter Twenty-One

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Fyrdrgon

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She had not told a soul. She couldn't tell anyone - not anyone at all. Stolen kisses in shadowy corners, while she was going about her work of the day, were hardly something becoming of a dragoness and, oh, how Fyr was unbecoming of herself and her position in the household. It should not have been as easy to deceive her husband and her mother as it was but Scott made her want to do it more than anything else. Maybe that was why Ropes had done it all along - that sheer want for it and the pulse of need that drove through her every time the lips of another male touched hers.

It was strangely alluring to cheat. And, after all, he had set the precedent, hadn't he? He'd made their relationship what it was, something that was not only to be shared between one dragoness and one cougar, even if that cougar was a demon. But a demon of lust could not be tamed and perhaps that was something she should have known all along, even if she'd tried to make him something else: the trap that so very many love-struck furs fell into.

And yet it was not her husband causing trouble in their relationship anymore but Fyr who crept into the barn after her husband and mother were well and truly going at it in the bedroom, safely tucked away in the throes of lust that she had not thought she would ever have been able to match. Scott's run down car was noisy enough but he could get onto the property undetected if he walked at least part of the way down the driveway, although he was one of the reasons that Fyr was holding back from getting a guard dog sooner rather than later. She could only imagine what a racket one of those would put up to find an 'intruder' wandering down the drive late at night!

Without a dog or any interruptions, however, she was free to explore whatever was building between her and Scott, although the dragoness tried not to think about that too much. It was okay, she told herself, as long as she knew that Ropes was fucking Sasha. It wasn't as if she was actually doing anything with Scott either, of course, just kissing. A lot of kissing. His whiskers didn't feel anything like Ropes' and he didn't have tentacles to wrap around her either but he was nice to lean into all the same, the stoat letting the dragoness curl into him as if they were one and the same being.

"We shouldn't be doing this."

"It's okay."

"Just a few more minutes."

The thrill of needing him zinged through her as he pressed the dragoness back against the wall of the barn that she'd so lovingly and painstakingly put together for herself and her family. But it served a new purpose entirely as a weaker fur than either Ropes or Sasha kissed her against it, lips crushing passionately to hers as they playfully darted their tongues between each other's muzzles. For once, Fyr had the advantage with a longer, more slender tongue and could take some semblance of control, even though it was all in play and there was no true power play rocking back and forth between them.

Not like it was with Ropes and Sasha. No... That was very different. Not a bad kind of different but most certainly different all the same.

"Fyr," Scott breathed, his lips kissing a path up her neck. "Oh... Y'all are the finest thing I ever did lay my eyes on."

She couldn't tell if he was drunk on the thought of her at times or if there was something more going on, the stoat swaying and squeezing her so tightly that it was difficult to tell just who was supporting who.

How long it went on was only for them to know but Fyr could not deny the guilt curdling in the pit of her stomach, a physical ache that grew more and more with every passing day. With the greater amount of privacy out on the ranch, while she got to work doing all the ranch-like things she'd always dreamed of having in her life, Ropes took full advantage of the ability to call out date after date to the ranch. Of course, they were not so much dates as one-night-stands (did they count as one-night-stands if they were only there for an hour or so during the day?) but they flocked in the demon's arms and tentacles like moths to the flame, even if anthro moths didn't really like him all that much. Ropes didn't care about that though, as long as he had them to show off to and compete in the numbers game against Sasha, who was very willing to truck in or go out to visit her number of flings and squeezes, hot studs that could please her and yet not please her as much as the brutally rough cougar. After all, a demon would always need another demon to truly satisfy their need and Fyr simply could never have matched up to that.

And so why did she feel so guilty? Fyr clenched her jaw so hard it ached as she mucked out a stable, flinging dirty straw into the wheelbarrow with deathly, shocking precision. If Ropes was fucking everyone, didn't that clearly mean that she could too? That was how things worked, wasn't it? She knew that wasn't really too but not everyone was monogamous these days and she had the right to play the game by the rules that Ropes had set out too. For they definitely weren't monogamous anymore but what each of them were allowed to do seemed to change with every passing day.

Yet where did that leave her? The piece on the side? She was his wife for fuck's sake and he wasn't fucking her! It had been too long since she'd felt his cock in her, the cougar seeming to take pleasure in holding her at arm's length, allowing her to watch and simply no more than that. Sasha had tried to get Fyr involved and yet Ropes had been the one making sure that she didn't get her lips or cunt on his cock, cruelly having her on her knees with her nose inches from the join of their bodies as he drove her mother to orgasm over and over again.

She wished it was her. But, even though she hadn't asked Scott to take her as yet, it was only a matter of time. And then she'd get everything she needed and much, much more along with it too.

At least, that's what Fyr hoped she'd get. There was never any way to truly tell, at the end of the day. The dragoness could only play with the cards in her paw, what she'd been dealt, and she only hoped she was doing it all alright.

Taking a deep breath in her own little bedroom, the dragoness curled into herself, the memory of Scott's kisses lingering on her neck and lips. Maybe it would be alright. She could only hope.

Things, of course, were never that easy and there was the matter of her elusiveness and evasiveness to deal with too. With Scott often visiting her under the cover of darkness, if she did not drive out to somewhere equally remote and peaceful to see him, it was difficult to maintain either a pretence of wakefulness or busyness. There were only so many shopping trips she could go on, after all, before an eyebrow was raised and a snarky comment about her spending all their money on herself was made. The money in their household was shared, of course, with Sasha working remotely for some hours every day now that her physical condition had settled after the egg laying.

And that was another source of guilt too. The egg didn't need to be doted on every hour of the day and night and, annoyingly, there was little reliable information as to how long dragon eggs took to hatch - let alone one laid by a demon! The doctors were as useless as ever when it came to something of a demonic nature but they'd done the best they could. The egg remained warm and safe and, sometimes, Fyr swore she could feel the dragonet hybrid inside bumping against the interior of the shell, readying itself, at some point, to break free of its growing grounds.

But she thought she needed to be there for the egg, to hold and adore it every hour of every day. Although she took it around the barn with her, she didn't dare carry it further afield, tucking it away as safely as she possibly could from the stream of Ropes and Sasha's lovers, although she knew that it was highly unlikely that anyone would interfere with it. Although it was, undoubtedly, an egg, it would have been as bad as harming someone's birthed young and she couldn't imagine even Sasha or Ropes allowing that. Going out shopping or meeting Scott, however, took her far away from it and her scales crawled with an itch that could not be satisfied until she was once again with the egg. It would not be her dragonet and yet her living her own life with the exotic thrill of Scott still drew on the sick curl of guilt all the same.

It was not something that would be all that easy to come to terms with and, truly, it was something that she would never have the opportunity to make so on her own. The dragoness was submissive, ultimately, to the wiles of her own life, although no one could have claimed her to be a completely passive participant with how she actively went after the stoat, craving his kisses and sweetness almost as much as she yearned for Ropes' tentacles wrapped around her.

No! Fyr growled and hefted the barrow out. The horse that the stable belonged to was only staying for a couple of days, a stopover on a long haul trip, but it was money all the same and people seemed to pay prime rates for transport and the like. Maybe she'd have to get a trailer of her own and add some transporting work onto her skill repertoire, although taking care of any livestock needing a stop-off was pretty good for her too. It kept her busy but not too busy, distracted but not too distracted.

And she so very badly needed a distraction. Wasn't Scott supposed to come by soon? Her heart lifted and, suddenly, the chores didn't seem all that frustrating anymore as she hefted the barrow out to the muck heap and added to the growing pile that would have to, at some point, either be taken away or spread as muck on the extensive land surrounding the ranch house. It would do well for fertiliser but it was not the nicest part of the ranch by far nor the nicest of jobs to tackle any day of the week. But she had to take care of it and she had to do the dirty work so that everyone else could have nice things and that she too could have that time with Scott.

Her heart pounded, the beat of it quickening just at the mere thought of, once again, being wrapped up in the stoat's strong, warm arms. Oh, how she needed to be there, her wicked liaison soon to surely bear fruit that she shouldn't have sunk her teeth into and yet could not resist all the same. Fyr trembled, pausing for the briefest of moments to brush her fingers against her lips. His kisses lingered there, soft and gentle. Ropes had never been like that. Or, at least, Ropes had never been like that except to turn the tables on her, turn everything upside down and on its head - just to show her where she belonged, the place she truly was in.

Sucking in a breath, Fyr shook her head and hefted the barrow out and on its way, lips pressed into a thin, tight line. The problem was that she rather liked that place too. And she liked being with Scott, all the promises his embrace held, words not yet whispered. Things could be different and yet things weren't bad either.

Fyr groaned. There was no point thinking about it or over-thinking it at the very least. Scott was coming, the ranch house was empty and now...

The dragoness smiled secretively, eyes glittering in such an image of her mother that she would have been shocked had she had the nerve to glance into a mirror. Oh, she had her secrets too and she had to go for them if she wanted to play them at their own game.

She could have her fun too.

She'd barely gotten the wheelbarrow outside the barn, however, before stopping dead in her tracks, head raised and nostrils ever so slightly flared, the dark curves of them puckering in with every breath. Every scent seemed accentuated, the dark loam of the soil rising after recent rain and the ever so slightly pungent aroma of manure penetrating her nostrils. But they were no unpleasant smells and she hardly could pay them any mind as Scott's car sat before the ranch house, heralding a far more enticing experience altogether.

The wheelbarrow could wait.

She wasn't dressed to see him! Fyr cursed herself, breaking into a light jog. She'd wanted to be dressed up in something slinky and sexy, something that showed a little too much cleavage but not too much: she didn't want to be completely slutty, after all. Oh no, that wouldn't give the impression at all that she was a sophisticated dragoness in control, a dragoness that could have whatever and whoever she wanted!

The truth of it was that she had never truly had that control to begin with, the whole thing an illusion of something far, far more illustrious than what Fyr could have ever imagined.

It didn't matter that she wasn't wearing the right clothes. She could compensate for it by drawing herself up tall and proud, setting her shoulder blades back and holding her head high. Yes, that little swish and flick to her tail would do very nicely, the sway to her hips just so. Fyr smirked in her most sultry fashion, batting her eyelashes at no one and nothing in particular as she posed for herself, her sexual need and desire rising with every step she took. Everything was going to be fine. She could have her cake and eat it too and no one would ever know that she'd stepped even a single toe out of line.

But something was wrong.

She knew that as soon as she stepped foot inside the ranch house - Scott hadn't been in the car, perhaps he was wandering around looking for her? - and heard the moans. She knew those moans very, very well as she was usually the one with her muzzle stuffed between the thighs of a certain dragoness every night, causing them in intimate, carnal detail. Those moans haunted her dreams and breathed fresh life into her worst nightmares, everything coming together in one confusing

Fyr's mouth opened and closed several times and yet no sound came out, forcing her to steel herself and try again, raising her voice.

"Mom?"

Fyr's heart pounded, her mouth dry, blood roaring in her ears. Did her voice usually tremble so much? She sounded weak... Like she was nothing. Just what they thought she was.

Up the stairs she went, one by one, as the moans grew in pitch and volume. There was no masculine edge to them, which should have bolstered her spirits and yet her heart only sank more, the driving beat and pound of it the only percussion that moved her feet.

The dragoness' jaw ached, clenching it without realising. She could not have possibly known what she would find in her bedroom and, yet, part of her still knew, the sickening curl of dread rising up from the pit of her stomach to the back of her throat, bile that could not be pushed down or swallowed as the need to vomit rose.

The bedroom door beckoned and she had to answer its call, swinging it open with breath restrained in her chest, unwilling to release it for fear of making everything all too real. But it was not the main master bedroom from where the moans were coming from and Fyr turned to her own bedroom door, the edge of which had been left ajar, perhaps for her to later find, with a red, lace bra hanging from the handle.

And yet it was real and she couldn't do anything to take away the image of her mother riding Scott on her own bed, the dragoness' thighs wrapped around him as if she needed to pin him in place. With his cock well and truly buried into her openly dripping cunt, however, Scott hardly seemed to be in any position at all to pull away, eyes closed and lips parted in a silent moan that Fyr later hoped he'd been holding back for fear of upsetting her.

She would have been wrong.

"Why, hello there, dear..." Her mother purred, squeezing her thighs just a little tighter around the stoat's hips. "I did so hope you would join us soon."

Fyr stared, hardly blinking, hardly breathing. The stoat's fur was matted as if it was not the first orgasm he'd had beneath the dragoness but something seemingly about her - or perhaps something she'd given him - kept him hard as she rode him, rocking her hips sensuously to pump herself full of his smooth-skinned cock.

Uncut, she thought dimly, noticing the feature as if through a fog, a haze of emotion that wasn't truly emotion at all that wraps itself around a fur and refuses to let them go, lest they drift away from themselves. His cock... It was uncut. Just like her husband's.

The dragoness gulped loudly and yet could not find it in herself to drag her eyes away from the train wreck unfolding before her. What a thing to notice as her secret fling was fucked by her own mother!

Scott's eyes grazed hers and she shook her head, although there was not a hint of apology in those brown orbs - the orbs that she'd gazed into on so many occasions and yet... She didn't truly know the stoat at all. She inhaled sharply, a little of the roar fading from her ears. It wasn't enough. But she definitely didn't know the stoat at all.

It was beside the point that she had been the one almost with his cock in her, the one cheating. Traitorous moisture prickled in the corners of her eyes but she thrust it away, tail lashing as she fought down arousal - hey, who wouldn't have been aroused looking at the object of their desire in the midst of sex? - interlinked with disgust that...well...

Could she really be all that disgusted? Fyr groaned and pressed her fingers to her brow, trying to smooth away the worried lines there, although the small action was more to have something to do with her fingers, which trembled as if she had been taken ill all of a sudden, than anything else. Her scales rose into a ridge that would no doubt stick if her face stayed that way but she wasn't exactly going to start worrying about that when...

Oh, one thought was too much to keep track of! Taking a breath, Fyr shook her head, the room spinning and spinning and spinning until just staying upright seemed like a tall order to take care of.

Words... The fog swelled around her. She needed words.

Say something!

"Mom... What are..."

The dragoness threw her head back and laughed, tail lifting as if she was trying to show off for her daughter but, really, Fyr's eyes were only on Scott, lowered to his balls, softly furred, and how they churned. A fiery, burning part of her wished that he was sunk balls-deep in her and yet she could not turn her head away to imagine it for herself, her world crumbling around her from frail and fragile walls.

"Oh, you didn't think I didn't know now, did you?" Sasha chuckled, flipping her paw dismissively as if the thought was one that should never have crossed her daughter's mind. "Honey, you are so obvious!"

Her sickeningly sweet tone rolled over Fyr like syrup, poisonous in its sweetness, and the dragoness took a step back, her ear frills twitching.

"I..." Her cheeks burned. "I am? What... I don't..."

"Fyr..."

Scott's voice rose, a wheezy croak that didn't seem to come naturally from his sweet lips, and she froze, heart in mouth and everything moving altogether far, far too quickly around her.

"Scott?" She breathed. "Oh..."

But there was no sense in saying anything more, for they both knew that they'd been done as his head fell back onto the very pillow where Fyr rested her head each and every night, his cock jammed fully into her mother. Sasha laughed breathlessly and patted the stoat's cheek in such a way that it could only be taken as a condescending action. Fyr shuddered. Maybe her mother had planned it all along, planted Scott on the team just to get to her...

As paranoid as it made her both seem and feel, the dragoness knew that it wasn't exactly something she could put past Sasha after everything that had happened.

"Yes, that's right, daughter," Sasha groaned, rocking her hips as she ground down on the poor, helpless stoat. "I knew all along what you were up to. How involved was I, though, in your wickedness?"

The dragoness stumbled and fumbled over her words, holding up her paws to no avail. Of course, there was no sense in trying to deny it when the proof of the matter lay in the redness of her neck and cheeks, which was not derived from the natural hue of her scales either. Rubbing her neck, Fyr shifted her weight and looked away for the first time since entering the room, although Scott's cries of pleasure could not be ignored, no matter how she tried to turn away.

"Don't worry, darling," Sasha groaned, putting her hands back behind her head, breasts thrust lewdly out. "I made sure to - ah! - give him a good fuck for you! Oh, honey!"

She could not keep herself up and away from Scott for too long, or so it seemed, and she fell on him with lust suited to one who so desperately needed to ravish another, her ragged wings flapping madly and buffeting her own daughter back against the wall. Fyr cried out but no one was listening to her as Sasha kissed and kissed and kissed the stoat as if he was the lover she'd been waiting for all along, no longer content with taking Fyr's husband and using him for her own gain. No, she needed everything Fyr had and more, taking every little last thing from her until there was nothing left, Fyr a broken husk of the dragoness she'd once been and filled with...

No, she wasn't empty. She was filled with something else, watching the scene before her unfold with submissive lust that did not really bid her to do anything at all. All she had to do was to be, to exist, until she was needed. It didn't matter, not really, in the grand scheme of things, that she'd lost a lover that had never really been a lover. After all, she could not lose what she'd never had and, well...

Thoughts. She should have been able to think but all she could do was fixate on the scene before her, a moan rising from her lips as she clasped her paws before her bosom, fingers still shaking badly. She did not notice that, however, tipping forward as if she could envelope herself in the scene if only she longed hard enough for it, for the touch of Scott's paw in the small of her back and his breath caressing her throat: the prelude to a kiss.

"Oh..." Sasha's moan brought her back to reality, a quivering mess of horrifically lustful dragoness playing voyeur to something she could never truly have. "Oh, sugar! He's got such a cock on him!"

Fyr had never really thought about males in terms of their cocks - it was more the fur that said cock was attached to that caught her attention, even if Ropes had swayed her in other ways - but she had to say that Scott's looked especially nice ploughing into her mother, slick with a combination of their juices. If Scott had been forced to orgasm multiple times, Sasha had surely enjoyed several climaxes of her own along the way too, her pussy squeezing and rippling around his cock. Not that Fyr could see that, of course, but she could well enough recognise how the stoat groaned and twisted up against her every time she slammed her hips down, tail crashing into the bed as the springs protested the abuse. Fyr's bed was never designed to take such a barrage, however, and the headboard broke free, smacking into the wall with a sharp clack of wood on painted plaster.

They didn't care. Well, Scott may have cared but there wasn't much of his mind that was not occupied with fucking her mother at that moment in time. The stoat turned his head wantonly from one side to the other, trying to cling onto Sasha, but the demoness moved so violently that he could not keep his paws on either her hips or her shoulders or her breasts, although the poor, needy stoat did try his best. He may as well have been denied for all he rocked against her, mouth falling open again as orgasm claimed him, throwing his weak body to the updraft that carried him high and away.

"Oh, darling... Can't keep your eyes off us, can you?"

Fyr inhaled shallowly and shook her head, although the motion was so small that it would have taken a very observant fur to actually take note of the action at all. Sasha smirked and rolled her eyes, clicking her tongue in mock sympathy against the roof of her mouth as Scott clenched his teeth, nose tucked into the crook of her neck. He looked very much as if he belonged there, comfortably in her hold, his fingers even teasing down to stroke and caress the slits at either side of her belly, designed for Ropes' tentacles, of course, but yet promising far sweeter delights too.

"He's good, sugar," Sasha purred, tongue hanging out over the stoat's muzzle as if she was hungry for something more than sex. "But not as good as your husband... And now I have them both."

Fyr winced and shuddered back, although her hind paws remained rooted in place. She couldn't have left even if she'd wanted to, her weight shifts meaning nothing as the power dynamic drew taut between them.

And, oh, did Sasha have at trump card up her sleeve. Sitting up with that little smirk on her lips that made Fyr's heart turn over and leap both at the same time, a ripple went through the muscles in the dragon's abdomen and Scott groaned. It was with a shock that Fyr realised that Sasha was using her spectacular muscle control - yes, it was a strange thing to think about something so sexual, Fyr had to admit to herself - to clench and squeeze and massage Scott's cock even while he was still inside her.

"I think you have to do something very special for me, daughter... Something that lets me know that you are very, very sorry for what you've done."

Fyr's mouth opened and closed but if any sound came out at all it was lost in the cacophony of moans and whimpers from the stoat's own lips.

"I..."

But Sasha bulldozed on, ploughing through her as if Fyr meant nothing at all to her.

"You did a bad, bad thing, oh daughter of mine. You disrespected your husband! Just what is he going to do with you when I tell him just what you were going to do?"

Sasha shook her head disapprovingly, tail flicking like the crack of a whip. But Fyr could not think, could not breathe, frozen in place as her mother grinned and bared her teeth, her paw at Scott's throat almost as if by pure accident alone.

"If you don't want me to tell Ropes about this, about what you were doing with Scott," Sasha hissed, tail lashing. "There's got to be something in it for me now. You've got much to do, daughter, if you think you're getting away with this without everything going south for you. If you don't want your husband to deal with Scott for both me and you, you'll do everything I tell you to and more. Get down on your knees!"

She didn't allow a moment in which the new information could sink in but she didn't need to either: a command like that allowed only one option for her submissive daughter. Fyr's legs folded automatically, her body responding before her mind caught up with the action. She trembled. Maybe she'd always been meant to be on her knees, even if she had thought, at least for a time, she could have a little something more than what she had taken for hers, if only for a little while.

Just a short while.

But Sasha wasn't about to let things go on that easily - of course not.

"Ah, ah, ah," Sasha said with a mock frown, shaking her finger at Fyr as if she was suddenly a much younger dragoness, the mother-daughter dynamic between them impossible to miss even for a casual observer. "Strip. Don't forget your place here, daughter."

"But..." Fyr gulped and lowered her head, the frills atop her head trying to slink back. "I... Not in front of..."

"Oh, come now, darling!"

Throwing her head back luxuriously, Sasha let loose a cackle that was both alluring and frightening, appearing well and truly completely unhinged in the heat of the moment. Her emerald orbs flashed, all iris with no hint of a pupil, fangs bared and dripping with saliva. Scott barely seemed to react to what should have been shocking, perhaps having more experience with the demoness than Fyr wanted to give him credit for.

She shivered. That wasn't something that she wanted to think about. That wasn't something she wanted to think about one bit.

"He's going to see it all anyway! He wanted to see it all off you! Only I offered him something better and, well..."

She smirked and patted the stoat's cheek condescendingly. He leaned into her touch unconsciously, Fyr's heart pulling for what she now knew she would never have.

"I'm better than you," Sasha said simply, hissing as her tail lashed and curled around the stoat's flung out leg. "And I'll always be. It's about time that you stopped have dreams above us, daughter, and take your true position in our household."

Fyr didn't hear her, groaning deep in the back of her throat as, piece by piece, her clothing hit the floor. It didn't matter what she was wearing for another reason now as they only wanted her to be in her scales, Scott and Sasha one and the same in her eyes. She was not better than either of them as she knelt submissively, her eyes fixed on the new carpet between her knees, as yet hardly trodden over. No, she may as well have been a servant in their household, there to fulfil their needs and nothing more than that.

She should have remembered that all along.

"Oh, now that's much better," Sasha purred, grinding down on Scott. "Come give her a good look at that cock of yours, sugar, and show this little dragoness slut just what she's missing out on."

Fyr wanted his eyes to be full of apology and yet all the stoat showed was lust as he sat up, Sasha slinking off his lap and leaving the tip of her tail possessively curled around his ankle, reminding Fyr just who he belonged to - at least for the time being. His cock stood up hard and proud as if it was trying to draw attention to itself and Fyr could not help but lean in wantonly, eyes shining with what she knew was yearning for something that she could never claim.

If only she'd fucked him sooner, maybe things would have been different. But she'd never know what he felt like against her, inside her, in that way, not now that Sasha had made her claim well and truly over the stoat who was only a puppet in her well-trained paws. Perhaps he was as much a slave as Fyr was in the moment, although it was a kind of slavery that would never make itself known to the stoat, blissfully ignorant to how low he had truly sunk.

"I..."

Was that really Scott speaking? Fyr locked eyes with him hopefully, tail lifting as if in invitation. Yes, she was still there! Yes, she'd still have him - if only he would dare to challenge her mother and take her as she so very badly and desperately needed to be taken!

But Scott's eyes were only for her mother, brimming over with lust as his lips parted, the pink of his tongue just barely visible. Fyr remembered when that tongue had been entwined with hers, kissing her so very deeply and passionately that she had thought herself in a dream. That seemed a very long time ago, even though it could only have been a couple of days. Funny how times changed...

And, oh, how the stoat had changed his sweet tune.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured huskily, cupping her cheek in his fingers, which were both rough and delicate at the same time. "So stunning... I don't know why I didn't speak to you sooner, ma'am..."

"Oh, stop," Sasha giggled as Scott leaned in to kiss her neck. "You're embarrassing me! Such a gentlefur you are, Scott, so kind and sweet!"

Any further words that were exchanged went over Fyr's head as all become but white noise, her eyes wide and breath rasping in her throat. She wasn't conscious of breathing overly heavily but it was clearly enough to turn Sasha's head, the older and more powerful dragoness rolling her eyes at what she saw as a lesser dragon, something that she could use but not really take all that much from. The truth was that Fyr didn't really have all that much left to give anyway, the very fabric of what made her up as a dragoness patiently and methodically stolen from her, drop by drop.

It was a shame that Scott had never truly gotten to see her at her best.

"Come now, honey," Sasha said, rolling onto all fours with her tail sensually lifted. "Let's give my daughter a good show, show her that you really do know how to work that cock of yours!"

It was as if the stoat didn't need to be told twice, as there had been no nuance of a question in her tone. Her round, full backside and lifted tail begged attention and Scott scrambled up behind her, a goofy smile stretching his lips wide as if he simply could not believe his good luck in getting to fuck her.

"Oh, y'all are so..."

But anything more the stoat had been going to say was lost as Sasha thrust back onto his cock, spearing herself on the shaft that drove deeply into her hot, dripping tunnel. She was still soaked with previous loads of his but that didn't put Scott off at all as he slammed in, paws confidently going to his hips as he gave her the roughest possible fuck that he was capable of.

And Fyr could have lost herself in the moment and yet...she withdrew from it, retreating into a warm, golden part of herself from where she could separate herself, watching as if everything was happening on the television screen. Yes... The nice, new flat screen was showing a very kinky channel and she didn't know the participants on it at all. That made it somewhat bearable to see his cock disappearing into her mother over and over again, driving the writhing, moaning dragoness into a frenzy of moans, Scott hardly able to keep up with her as much as she clearly strove to hold herself back to his level.

If she thought too much, she'd realise just how hard it was to lose him too, along with her husband. Her husband, at least, she'd fantasised about fucking her mother, had dreams about it. It had happened gradually but this? Well, this was a shock to the system that she had never needed, the dragoness mute even as her folds dampened, arousal betraying her despite everything. For she was still the cuckold wife above all else and she could not deny what her body needed and her mind craved, rocking her hips lustfully forward as Scott pumped into her mother, depositing yet another load of cum into her twitching, clenching pussy.

Fyr drew in a slow breath that did nothing to steady her nerves and trembling fingers. One load would never be enough for Sasha and, even though the stoat looked rather pleased with himself, Fyr knew that he would be disappointed in the end. She was but a passing fling and there wouldn't be anything he could offer her once Fyr's humiliation was complete. No... Even him leaning over the dragoness and kissing the back of the neck that should have been covered in red scales and not blue would not last, time ticking by as Sasha's interest in him, of course, waned.

He'd learn. In time.

"What's going on here then?"

Ropes poked his head around the door to Fyr's bedroom just as Scott pulled out and Fyr reeled away instinctively, expecting her husband's anger to take charge. But what she'd forgotten was that Sasha had done no wrong and, in all honesty, Sasha was protecting her from the knowledge of what she might have done with Scott reaching her husband, if she looked at it in a twisted, convoluted sort of way. It wasn't the right way to look at things but it was all that made sense as her husband seated himself comfortably in the chair on the side, watching with rapt attention that he'd never, not once, paid Fyr as the stoat pulled out, leaving Sasha's cunt a messy, drooling mess of their combined sexual fluids.

The cougar licked his lips, tentacles twisting, although Fyr did not see him at all. She had her eyes focused on the stoat as he slipped to the edge of the bed, knees apart as if to draw the eye to his still hard and achingly needy cock. Fyr ran her tongue over the edge of her maw, the tip of her tail curling back and forth anxiously. Just one lick? Would one taste really stand her in all that bad a stead with her dominants? Although she tipped forward, she did not yet know if she dared.

"You want to suck him off, don't you?"

Fyr started, heat rushing to her cheeks as her toes curled. She couldn't possibly make eye contact with her husband but she didn't have to: he pressed the issue anyway.

"You want to see what it's like... Maybe he won't be as demanding as me?" Ropes purred, his pale eyes glowing. "You weren't all that good when you blew me last time, were you?"

Fyr opened her mouth to answer - she'd done just well! - but her words twisted into a yelp as Sasha grabbed her ear-frill and yanked her head towards the bed, moving with such speed that it was truly shocking that she could slip under her line of sight just like that.

"What an excellent idea..." Sasha smirked, digging her claws in as Fyr squirmed. "You'll have to do what he says now, honey, if you don't want to anger your husband."

Yet she could not! She'd thought about being with Scott intimately so many times that she wanted to lean into the experience once it was set before her and still could not commit to it, whimpering and shaking her head and holding up her paws in silent, blubbering protest. Of course, anything she did or said went unnoticed as Ropes settled himself a little more comfortably, a tentacle resting as if in companionship on his left shoulder.

"Go on then," Ropes said with a grin, tail lashing in anticipation of the show. "Suck him off."

"See, he says you need the practice," Sasha crooned, towing her daughter's muzzle slowly but insistently to the stoat on the bed, his crotch looming with his hard-on impossible to miss. "You can't very well suck your own husband's cock when you haven't practised on someone else! If you're that bad, he'll never want you to blow him ever again, you silly dragoness!"

Fyr gulped and pulled back but it was already too late to evade the situation as she drew her into the stoat, his cock bumping her lips. As if in a dream, she opened her mouth automatically, her training too well ingrained to ignore the lure of such a temptingly uncut cock, the skin sliding back as he pushed over her tongue, Sasha's lips on the stoat's as he moaned into the mouth of another dragon.

The submissive dragoness trembled, wings fluttering as if they were but leaves in Autumn ready to make their descent. It wasn't what she'd wanted. And, still, she took him into her maw anyway, deep into the back of her throat. Her tongue curled around him, her body going through the motions as her mind tried to call on the anger, the frustration and the horror of what she was being made to. Yet, she could not deny the thrumming arousal, the cruelty of the scenario making her heart sing in a way that she had never even considered possible.

The game had changed, considerably so.

Sucking his cock under Sasha's paw was the best she could hope for.