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Cuckolded by Her Mother

Chapter Twenty-Six

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Fyrdrgon

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Fyr sweated all the way through the plane trip home, although it was strange to think of it as her home still. The ranch hadn't yet cemented itself in her life and her memory and a strange part of her thought that she was going back to that little suburban house, too close to the city and that crappy old job for her liking. She'd be relieved to step onto the old soil that she'd loved and cultivated, building up the barn and the house near enough from scratch, and to see everything that she'd worked so hard on, at least. It was the furs that were there that made her oh so very conflicted about the situation itself, her life and loves completely and utterly turned upside down.

But there had been no way to dissuade Kao, not even when she'd faked having very good phone calls with her husband, although she hadn't actually been able to get him on the phone itself before leaving. Her brother had only smiled and shaken his head at her, seeming to know that all was still not well even though, of course, she had not told him a thing about what was really going on. In his own way, he'd tried to dig and press her for more information, striving to catch her off guard as any hints and questions skated under her radar, but she'd managed to stop him in his tracks each and every time, for which she was thankful.

Fyr most definitely didn't want to have to explain to Kao that her mother was fucking her husband... Slinking deeper and deeper into her seat, the dragoness tried not to look at her brother as the plane touched down, heart hammering and blood pounding and driving through her veins.

"You alright there?"

"Yeah..."

It was a credit to him that the drake didn't press that point any further, only taking her bags and helping her out and off the plane itself as if she was the one who had become pregnant and was carrying an egg. Her mother, truth be told, should have been a lot more fragile and delicate after laying her egg than she had been, but Fyr supposed that was a perk of being a demoness. She failed to see how being a demon had many more perks than that when Ropes and her mother seemed intent on destroying every last relationship around them, however.

And still her heart throbbed for them, to be at their paws and moaning, waiting on their attention, however they chose to provide it. The dragoness could only squirm as she got into her truck - damn, that had been one hell of a parking charge to pay up at the airport - and try to make casual, non-sweaty conversation as she powered down the freeway, the open road calling her like her little homestead did.

"I can't imagine you living all the way out here," Kao laughed, watching the golden countryside flash by, ripe in time for harvest. "It's just...so not you."

Fyr rolled her eyes and made no comment, her paws gripping the roughed and toughened up steering wheel a little more tightly. She may as well have been adding fuel to a fire of her own design, however, for how her brother sensed her weakness, the little crack in her mental armour that opened the door to brotherly teasing.

"I mean..." He said, leaning back in his seat as dust puffed out from the cracks in the old, worn fabric. "You were always the one with your little plastic oven set and your little doll, the dragon baby. You never struck me, way back then, as the type to move to a country spot and make it with cattle and sheep and whatever else you're planning to stick out there. Why, I'm surprised you haven't even had a baby of your own yet!"

Oof.

That one struck home a little too hard and she gasped, lips parting into a little 'O' that he lunged at, eyes sharply narrowed and suspicious.

"You're... You're not pregnant are you, Fyr? Was that what this whole thing was about? I would have thought you would've told me!"

Fyr groaned inwardly and would have slapped the heel of her palm into her face if she had not been driving, her brother rattling off thing after thing that she really should not have done while she was out with him. It was a wonder sometimes that they were not born a little closer together or even as twins for how similar they were sometimes, her brother off on one well and truly as he spun a tale of her being pregnant and risking the health of a little dragonet. It was not as if she would ever not take care of herself if she ever actually fell pregnant with a little one of her own anyway...

She wondered how the egg was doing?

Damn you, Kao...

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"No... No, of course not. I'm not pregnant. If I was, I wouldn't have had anything to drink and I really wouldn't have had that sushi either."

It was plain speaking but not plain enough to bypass a dragon who had known her for too many years and knew her better than, perhaps, she felt that she knew herself. He settled some but he really wasn't buying it, as always, the drake always having been one that considered himself a bit of a detective. Fyr wondered if he'd added anything to that detective series he'd been writing, although that one had not been all that popular in the end, which was a shame. She'd really enjoyed where he'd gone with that and there were a few rather steamy scenes with the main character in it too.

But that wasn't the point. The point was that he thought he was someone who could dig into anything and find out the truth through one technique or ask or another. There was not much, in all honesty, that he could not coax from a fur in the end but Fyr was sure she could hide things from him. She had to. There wasn't any choice in that matter and, besides, they were very nearly home again.

The dragoness took a breath as she stepped out of her truck and looked over the ranch that had become her home, the barn door swinging open as if it had recently been entered. Or exited. Was someone in there? Panic fluttered into her heart and she turned on Kao with a grin that would have otherwise declared insanity, the corner of one eye twitching manically.

"Kao!" She squeaked, rubbing her forehead as if to say that she had suddenly been taken ill. "Could you be an absolute _dear_and get the bags? I want to let them know we're back!"

Perhaps perplexed at her sudden change in attitude, all her brother could do was nod dumbly and watch her with a shrewd expression that did not sit right on his elegant muzzle, the shape of it reminding her so very much of her mother. Hell, even her language choices sometimes reminded her of her mother, how she called him 'dear' and raced off at a totter that would have otherwise betrayed the fact that her brain no longer quite felt connected to her legs and, well, the rest of her body too. Cursing herself, she launched herself at the barn, heart in her mouth for all the wrong reasons.

Were they in there? What were they doing? Oh, hell oh hell she had to get them out of there before Kao found them!

But the barn was quietly dark and softly lit through the skylights when Fyr finally whipped around the door, a trail of dust floating lightly and languidly in her wake. Her chest heaved and she checked each stall, wide-eyed and

"He didn't get those horses in then," she muttered. "I wonder if he actually arranged the cattle to be delivered. A lot of help they are, aren't they?"

Muttering darkly about the two furs who had both given her the most and taken so much from her, both at the same time, Fyr checked the barn thoroughly, although there was neither hide nor hair nor scale to be found of either Ropes or Sasha, which was a blessing in disguise, of course. She didn't want to find them there, fucking or whatever it was that demons called that rough slam of sex - not her style at all. But if they weren't in the barn...

Fyr cursed herself and spun on her heel, tail whipping around to follow her line of motion. If they were in the house, there was one thing that they were doing there above all else!

But Kao was ahead of her, hauling all of their bags along with him; despite everything and the big trip, her brother had packed surprisingly little and she swore under her breath as she drove her legs into pounding action. Each and every breath raked through her lungs as she, effectively, hauled tail to the house, the porch and all that she had painted so lovingly burning through the tears to the backs of her eyes.

All was as it was. Nothing was destroyed. Her heart leapt and soared and she snarled as she hurled her body on, forcing it to the very limit of what she was physically capable of, her lack of breakfast yawning fiercely in her stomach.

Kao, already up the steps and into the house, entered the wide hallway with his arms theatrically spread wide.

"Mom! I'm here!"

Oh! Why oh why did he have to announce himself so? Fyr growled and clung to his arm, dragging him to the side of the hallway as he stumbled over a bag, muttering something that should have really have been considered too rude to say with his mother around.

"Jeez, Fyr, come on... What's got you all wound up?"

But that she could not say and neither could she work out something suitable to say, offering him only a half shrug as he stared at her as if she'd grown a second head. Of course, she was a mess - a hot and sweaty and panting mess at that. She'd have asked questions too if she'd been in her brother's position, the drake shaking his head, very slowly, from one side to the other as if he could not quite believe just the sheer level of insanity that his sister had risen to.

There were more important things for Fyr to consider, however, than soothing or placating her brother's nerves or curiosity, as frazzled as both must have been. All Fyr could say as she darted through the musty confines - jeez, did the two of them even bother to crack a window while she was away? The place needed some air! - of her home was that Ropes and Sasha were absolutely nowhere to be seen. It made more sense in her mind to clear the downstairs first before racing upstairs but it was in the kitchen that she skidded to an untimely halt, nearly going tail over tits as she gasped and heaved for breath.

At the stove, Sasha hummed a tune to herself, barely glancing back over her shoulder as her daughter burst into the kitchen like a bat out of hell.

"Why, hello there, dear," she murmured, her voice dripping with sugary sweetness that could not, by any means, be real. "I did so wonder when you were going to turn up."

Something roared between Fyr's ears, the dragoness opening and closing her mouth several times without any sound coming out. But even if some sound had come out, she wasn't all that sure that she would have been able to hear it anyway, her heart hammering and sickness curdling through her chest in that way that made her body feel as if her very lungs were being ripped from her ribcage. Her mother folded her paws pleasantly over her stomach, which was as flat and seductive as ever, dressed casually in denim dungarees and a flannel, check shirt that looked like it could have been actually cut for the shape of a male body. The clothing was such a difference to the rock and metal gear that she'd been donning before that Fyr actually looked twice, a classic double-take that had even Sasha raising both eyebrows.

"Well? Aren't you going to give me a hug?"

"Mom!"

But that word did not burst from Fyr's lips but Kao's as the drake stepped in to hug their mother, the tip of his tail wagging. He would never have said, of course, just how much he missed the older dragoness in their time apart - that so wasn't her son's style - but there was something more to the relationship they held that had them coming back like old friends over and over again. Fyr could not help but smile as her heart rate slowly decreased, Kao taking over the position of social lubricant as he chattered so naturally about the plane journey, with their mother, and the trip over too. It seemed so easy for them but it seemed to be all she could do just to keep herself upright and some semblance of stable as her legs shuddered and threatened to topple her to the floor.

Keep it together: that's all she had to do. If she thought about her breathing and just concentrated on the flow of air in and out of her lungs, maybe she could get through. But the absence of Ropes just brought a fresh level of fear to her heart and the dragoness panted and whimpered under her breath, trying to shrink back into the background as she always id, eyes wide and watering.

Thankfully, for once, there was no attention at all on her as Kao caught up smoothly with their mother, Sasha acting the part of homebody well and truly as she settled him down at the round dining table that Fyr had missed so much. She had wondered too if that would have been one of the pieces of furniture to bite the dust during the course of their lust but, blessedly, it was all still in one piece and polished too. Although, she had to admit, that could even have solely been because they had not used it while she'd been away.

Fyr shudder and folded her paws around a cup of coffee that was, miraculously, pressed into them. She just what they'd been up to while she was away. That didn't take a genius to work out. Did demons even need to eat?

"Mom, it's just so good to see you again," Kao said warmly, holding her paw across the table, his eyes lit up with genuine pleasure. "I should have come sooner but I didn't have a clue you were here until Fyr told me!"

Sasha laughed, the sound seeming foreign coming from her lips when it should have absolutely have been riddled with mockery and sarcasm.

"Oh, honey, we should speak on the phone more but I know you don't want to spend time with me when you have that lovely dragoness of yours to be with! What's her name again? It seems to have slipped my mind..."

"Chemical," Kao said, tilting his head to the side curiously. "But I didn't tell you I was dating anyone, mom. Did Fyr..."

He didn't finish the question but Fyr bristled all the same. Her mother may well enough have had an excuse as to her behaviour but Kao should not have been one to talk about her as if she was not even there!

"Oh, I must have said something about that," she said, blundering blindly into the conversation with a dismissive flip of her paw. "I hope you don't mind, Kao, but mom just so very badly wanted to know what you were up to these days. I thought it nice to say, you know?"

Kao sighed and leaned back in the wooden, straight-backed chair, an arm dangling loosely over the side.

"Honestly, Fyr, I swear you're turning into her sometimes, the things you come out with... Ah, no offence, mom."

Her mother's eyes glittered and Fyr gulped hard, turning her muzzle away as that sickly sense of heat rushed to her cheeks.

"None taken. But don't worry yourself about something like that, Kao... Fyr and I are nothing alike."

And that was one that would have to be left there as Kao said something about needing to bring the rest of the bags inside and Fyr tried her very best to disappear into the ground beneath her feet. Even without exploiting her sexually - and in every other way too - her mother still seemed to manage to make her feel about one inch tall without any effort at all. In another world, it may have been viewed as a rather impressive skill. Fyr, on the other hand, was not impressed at all.

But she couldn't say anything - not without revealing more than she wanted to before Kao. And that simply would not do at all when she had to keep everything so hidden, under wraps, just to maintain some semblance of outward normalcy that could, very possible, be mistaken by the right eyes for a perfectly normal relationship. Truth be told, Fyr most certainly wasn't all that sure that she even wanted to be normal (her lust and longing for both her mother and Ropes during her absence was hardly something she could just sweep under the rug) when there was so much more to experience. Yet Kao didn't need to know that. Kao didn't need to know about anything more than what he did need to know.

"I'm sure you're tired, Kao," she interjected smoothly into a lull in the conversation, surprising herself with her own measure of skill in slipping in unnoticed. "Why don't you settle and unpack? I've got to check over the barn and see what needs doing for the next week."

"No rest for the wicked!"

That was all he had by way of reply, although the grin and squeeze to her shoulder told a different tale, that he was there to support her still no matter what. And it was perhaps that support that terrified her the most of all, considering just what the drake and loyal brother would think of the relationship and lust they had all cultivated together. Gulping, Fyr tried to push the thought down where it could be buried, locked away and never revisited. If Kao actually went for Ropes... Well, everyone knew how a demon could react and she could not imagine having the strength of body to drag the cougar off her brother, a tentacle wrapped around his throat or ripping limbs apart. Would Sasha even leap to her son's defence or would that be that too? Kao maimed or, god forbid, even worse than that and her not caring one bit? With her mother now a demoness, the dragoness could not tell or predict just what could or would happen.

And that was just why she had to keep things under wraps and nice and quiet. Kao left the room and she sat there opposite her mother with all the questions in the world brimming over and tickling at the tip of her tongue and yet simply not the will to say them.

So, she was quiet. And that quiet was something in itself, the dragoness inhaling and exhaling slowly as she cradled a cup of coffee that was rapidly cooling. She should have drunk it but the cold, wet dregs didn't seem all that appealing anymore, like so many other things.

"So..." She said slowly, the words coming thickly in her mouth as if they were treacle. "This is interesting."

"I'm surprised you let him come back with you."

Her mother dropped the sugar from her tone but there was no sense of malice in there, only a levelness that perhaps promised something colder than even the coffee that Fyr was still yet to drink. For the sake of something to do with her paws, she sniffed and rubbed her nose, taking a sip from the mug and hoping that her hands didn't shake too much.

It tasted as good as she'd imagined, which wasn't very good at all.

"Oh... Well... He got this idea into his head and you know how he is," she said vaguely, waving her paw. "I am surprised to find everything looking so...so..."

"Normal?"

Fyr blushed and nodded.

"Yes, normal."

"Well, the bed still needs your touch to fix it, dearie, but we put most back to together." Sasha rapped her knuckles on the dining room table. "Or replaced, of course. We still have access to your account so you still kind of did the work. This is new. It smashed when Ropes just had_to fuck me so hard after I brought a sexy skunk home. Did you _know there's a growing trend for them to work on bodybuilding? Well, I for one surely appreciate that kind of physique too!"

Fyr pressed her lips together, her reeling mind unsure of whether to focus on just who Sasha had been fucking or the fact that the dining table had been paid for, not once but twice, out of her own pocket and bank account. She supposed, in a way, it was better than returning to one hell of a mess but hell - it was her money too!

And yet that old submissiveness returned, the feeling of serving her superiors curling through her mind as her blush deepened and she looked down, something stuck in her throat. She wasn't about to say that it was healthy in the slightest and she wasn't about to claim that all was right with her little corner of the world either, although the feeling was intoxicating - as intoxicating as it had always been.

It wasn't as if, however, she was going to let her mother see that as she drew herself up as tall and as proud as she could from her seated position, raising an eyebrow as she tipped her chair ever so slightly back onto two legs.

"Alright, mom, but I think that one's for you to pay for...not me."

Such a small act of rebellion but it gave her a thrill all the same to see her mother's brow furrowing that little bit, eyes narrowing at the corners. Her heart pounded, her mouth too dry and, well, her excitement dampening her panties as she squeezed her thighs together. Just how could she want so much when everything was so wrong? So wonderfully, blissfully wrong...

Ah, those emotions were for a later time and later date, something to peruse under the cover of nightfall when what could not be explored during daylight hours could be brought to life in the secrecy of invisibility. She could wonder then but, for the moment, all she had to do was hold her mother's gaze and stand her ground for what could be. After all, wasn't she the one who held the true power in their relationship, even as the submissive?

Fyr's gaze hardened. Yes, she'd been the one to leave. The only reason that she was back, truly, was because of Kao. And that didn't mean that she needed them one bit, oh no. She could do just fine on her own and missing someone was by no means an indication of not being able to live without them.

Not at all.

"Well then," she said brusquely, getting up and brushing imaginary dust off her jeans. "I'd best get on with checking the rest of the place over but we'll talk about that table later. How about pizza for dinner tonight? I could really do with ordering in this time. As I said, it's been an awfully long day so far."

They were all very normal words that could have come from anyone's lips but they still felt strange coming from her own, as if Fyr was not the right dragoness to be speaking them. But then her mother was against her, her arms around her waist as she drew her daughter in close, the memory of the warm hugs that she used to give coming back in full force.

"Fyr," she breathed. "Oh, Fyr, oh, Fyr..."

Fyr opened and closed her mouth several times but could not help but collapse into that embrace, a little breathy sigh escaping her muzzle as, finally, she relaxed. That hug... Oh, that she remembered, how safe and warm her mother's arms made her feel. That had been one of the things that had made her fall in love with Ropes too right back at the beginning, how tightly he could hold her with his arms and all four of his tentacles. She'd never felt so protected as she did with him, knowing that the demon would always be able to keep her safe above all else.

"It's okay, sugar," Sasha murmured, wriggling against her daughter as her paw suddenly slipped lower, pushing between them. "Things are just as they were - no, they're better. Much better than that, honey, and we're so glad to have our little draggie back, my good girl."

Fyr sucked in a breath, eyes wide. There was something more in her mother's voice, the dragoness' tail wrapped around hers as if she needed to keep her daughter in one place. But it was too late to squirm away, clinging to the memory of her embrace above all else, Sasha's paw pulling out from her dungarees with something akin to a degree of difficulty.

"Mom? What are you -

And, before Fyr could react or even finish the question, her mother's fingers slipped into the corner of her maw, teasing deep into the back of her mouth as the dragoness hacked and gulped around those invading digits. Wide-eyed and straining, she flailed, but her mother's stronger arm kept her pinned against her side as she giggled wickedly, thrusting her fingers lewdly across Fyr's tongue as if she was trying to rub something into her mouth.

But she didn't need to be doing that in the slightest as Fyr's eyes rolled back into her skull, the dragoness shuddering and moaning as her tail flicked, submitting to her mother's hold. The thickness of fresh seed, no doubt scooped from her mother's pussy, dribbled into the back of her throat and she eagerly gulped it down; it was more of a reflex than anything else by that point in her life, she was sure of it. Yet there was still something different about the taste of cum - perhaps she'd been out of the game for a little too long? - that came out thicker and tarter than she was used to, the memory of drinking her husband's seed straight from the tap making her shudder in raw desire for him. Oh, it had been so long... And just where was Ropes?

"That's not just my husband's," she breathed, tongue flickering out like that of a serpent to 'kiss' the side of her daughter's snout. "But you'll come to learn that in time, don't you worry, my darling draggie slut of a daughter... There's so much more to come here, so much that's happened while you've been away."

"Why, it's your fault for missing so much fun, really!"

And all Fyr could do was suckle on that finger as if it contained the sweetest elixir, her submissive mind revelling in the moment as she shivered and squirmed. Her mind was lost and everything was back right where it was supposed to be, her body pressing itself up against her mother as that cruel dragoness withdrew her finger from her daughter's lips, knowing at just the point where her daughter craved it the most.

She had the dragoness back where she needed her and then some.

"Now," her mother purred as Fyr whimpered and leaned after that finger, tongue poking out over her lips. "Get that cute butt of yours upstairs and make sure your brother is taking care of! You'll have to set him up in the other guest room, if you're not giving up your bed to the sweet lad."

Fyr shuddered and shook her head, though whether her reaction was from her mother talking as if she was going to get on her knees and suck her brother's cock - fuck! - or the overly cutesy talk, she could not have said. Sliding her gaze away from a pair of eyes that held her like a lock, she gasped and gulped for air that would not come as breath to her lungs, chest burning and tightening inadvertently.

It was a relief to stumble her way upstairs, although admittedly a tittering, stuttering mess that could not have passed for a dragoness in any shape or form. Her room, surprisingly, was mostly as she'd left it, even though the bed sheets had been stripped from it, no doubt soaked with the sexual fluids of her mother and her husband's trysts. Or trysts, if they had really been that randy... But she could not think or worry about that as she hastened herself into the bathroom with a paw between her legs, needing the relief of the hot, massaging pulse of the shower to grind her over the edge.

And it was her husband and her mother that she fantasised about, Fyr moaning and pressing her shoulder blades back into the cold tile of the walk-in shower, humping and thrusting against her own paw and that shower head - god, she'd missed that! How could Kao live without one of those? She supposed he had more than enough fun on his plate what with Chemical being there to satisfy his every whim and desire, the dragoness pairing up with him so perfectly that they truly were an excellent example of the perfect couple. But she could not just keep her sexy mother in her mind as Kao's face floated into her vision, that cock of his clutched in one paw, hard and throbbing and desperate for her attention.

Yet again... Who was to know? Clenching her jaw, Fyr whimpered, caught up in lust that no longer seemed under her control, her mind flicking from Kao to Ropes and back again as she climaxed with a howl with the thought of his cock between her lips. Jammed into the back of her throat, she imagined sucking down every last drop of cum as the water washed away evidence of her sin, leaving her shaken and still not satisfied, mind broken and body confused as to what it had gotten out of that frenzied episode of ardent self-love.

Her mother... Yes, it was her mother that confused her, Sasha with her finger sliding over her tongue like that. But that only riled up the dragoness all the more as she towelled herself off, gritting her teeth as if she could stop her pussy from moistening and dripping with need through sheer force of will alone. She was going to soak through a new pair of panties (yet again) if she wasn't careful! But how could she be careful when her mother treated her just like her little fuck toy and tore apart every last bit of sexuality that Fyr had, once upon a time, been confident in?

Too confusing. Too much. Better to just think about wrapping a towel around herself and scooting off to the bedroom with due haste. Yet it was her fate to run into Kao just outside the bathroom door, the dragon hovering as if he had his legs pressed together a little too tightly. Tucking the towel more firmly up under her arms, Fyr frowned. Didn't he know that they had more than one bathroom there? It wasn't perfect but still usable, surely! He didn't have to wait!

"Hey, Fyr," he grinned, one eyebrow raised. "How's it going?"

She blushed fiercely and rubbed the back of her neck, eyes slipping past him. God, it was awkward with him sometimes, the drake seeming out of place in the ranch house, his frame silhouetted against a wall that was freshly painted but still devoid of any photographs of pictures whatsoever. Where was Ropes? Why hadn't her own husband come to see her yet?

"All...fine," she said evasively. "You okay, bro? Need anything?"

"No... No. I don't need anything. And I'm sure you don't need anything too now, hm, Fyr?"

Kao grinned like a schoolboy and winked obviously, making the gesture larger than it needed to be for her to catch. Nonplussed and more than a little confused as to why he was leering at her - he'd never been all that good at expressions when he was trying for a particular one - Fyr shook her head and went to scoot by him.

"Alright then, well I'll make sure there are fresh towels out so you can have a shower too. Wow, that plane air is stuffy!"

Barking a laugh that seemed to inadvertently burst from him, the dragon shook his head and smirked, clapping her on the shoulder.

"Sure, sure, it is, sis... You keep telling yourself that that's just why you had to moisten your pipes. Just let me know when Ropes is out of the bathroom so I can go in, okay?"

Fyr's eyes widened and she called after him, the hot rush of embarrassment flooding her guts as her brother sauntered off with a grin so wide on his muzzle that he may as well have considered himself well and truly the cat that had gotten the cream and drank it too. It took her frazzled mind just a moment longer than it should have to catch up with his meaning, the dragoness' jaw comically dropping even as her brother's giggles floated childishly back to her, tail flicking with deliriously wicked sibling enjoyment.

"It wasn't... He wasn't..."

But the dragoness trailed off without actually managing to finish a single sentence. Would it be worse if her brother knew that she'd been in there masturbating on her own? Oh god! He'd heard her, oh, he must have heard her! How embarrassing to be caught by her own brother enjoying herself! Just what would he think of her?

Groaning, she pressed the back of her paw to her forehead and tried not to think of it, although that seedy, salacious part of her that was ever the exhibitionist and the voyeur reminded her of the many times she'd watched him and Chemical together. How was Kao listening to her through a bathroom door any different?

That, however, was a question, like so many others, for the dragoness to come back to at another time. If at all.

The evening progressed tentatively but smoothly, in the best way it possibly could have. Fyr saw Ropes and hugged him, acting the part of a loving wife as he trailed a tentacle tenderly across her cheek. She even could have fallen for his act herself if she had not been sure that he was really looking at Sasha back over her shoulder while Kao lingered in the background, watching and observing. It was as if her brother was just waiting for his chance to ask Ropes what the hell he was doing but a demon was smart, perhaps even smarter than him, and gave him not a single opportunity as he kissed Fyr and held her close, seemingly unwilling to give her any space to breathe at all.

And yet the dragoness was set back from the laughter and the talk and even the closeness of her husband, caught up in worry for what would happen later that night. He didn't even feel like her husband anymore, not the cougar she fell in love with so very long ago. Things had changed, terribly and wonderfully so, and now they didn't even sleep in the same bed together - so just how was that going to work when it came to Kao? What would the dragon think when she, once again, slunk off into the guest room?

It was all an act and all a plot but the end result of it all was that she had to be stealthy and, above all else, she had to employ the most cunning that she ever had.

And that was just why she hunkered down at the foot of Ropes and Sasha's bed as they fucked, keeping the sound of their lovemaking, at least, down, although the headboard of the bed still smacked into the wall with each and every rampant thrust the cougar pounded into her. Sasha hissed breathlessly, letting him curl his fingers dominantly around her muzzle to keep her quiet, the only time that she let the cougar get the upper paw when they were, really, just two dominant souls who were forever fighting for control. Fyr would have been lying if she said that she didn't feel right and comfortable about being back in her rightful spot but she could not help but think that her reunion with her mother had been a side more eventful than her one with Ropes. Why, if she'd been with any other husband, she was sure that she'd be the one in bed right then getting fucked and squealing as he drove into her, not on the floor beside the bed, a helpless voyeur to his lust and pleasure with a better dragoness.

Oh, but it was exotic and erotic and had that old sense of familiarity that had her propping her chin up on the bed and watching through half-lidded eyes, a curl of smoke flowing from her nostrils as if she simply could not contain the fire inside. Ropes was almost majestic in how he powered into her, Sasha's legs wrapped up around his waist, but Fyr could only be glad that they had not chosen somewhere more exotic to fuck this time. At least in the bedroom she could relax as much as possible in the knowledge that Kao would not walk in on them, although the two of them being on such good behaviour certainly didn't bode well for the future. Just how long would it take them to get bored of that?

Of course, they didn't see Fyr leave when she determined that she had been there for long enough, ignoring her so completely that she wondered on more than one occasion if she was invisible. Maybe they'd forgotten that she could be useful in her absence, or were simply punishing her. As long as Kao did not find out what was going on, however, she did not care.

Only when she was quite sure that the drake must have collapsed into his own bed in the guest bedroom did she creep from the bedroom and close the door with a quiet click on her heels. Sighing softly, she leaned back against it, as warm and as flushed as if she'd been out enjoying herself elsewhere, a dance at a club or something that left her with a warm, drunken glow. She wouldn't get that experience out and about anymore though - not if she was stuck babysitting Ropes and Sasha. But it was worth it in its own kind of strange, sick way.

"Hey there."

"Kao!"

Fyr jumped, shaking as she scuttled back, her cheeks and neck flushed. How had he managed to sneak up on her like that? Of course, the drake had the typical glass of water clutched in his paw and she was abruptly taken back to the first time she'd caught him and Chem fucking. Then she'd never gotten her glass of water. She gulped, trying to play it cool. How ironic.

"Hi, Fyr," he said with a grin that stretched from ear to ear (a Cheshire cat had nothing on him). "Surprised to see you...up..."

He waggled his eyebrows at her and she gulped, stepping back, her heart in her mouth. Just how much had he heard? What had he seen? Oh god, oh god, oh god - oh god! It was worse than the bathroom! Had he looked through the crack in the door? What did he...

"I'm glad things seem to be going, ah, better for you and Ropes," he said quietly, although he could not stop the smirk from pulling at his lips as much as he tried to seal it away. "You, well..."

He grinned and jerked his head at the door, tail curling back and forth with that ever pleased look on his muzzle. And then Fyr gaped, staring at him as if he had lost every semblance of his mind for what he thought she had been doing was most certainly not sitting at the foot of the bed but being on the bed itself while Ropes...

Blood roared in her ears, her alibi weak and yet fixed in his mind already as she half-shrugged, affecting embarrassment. Of course, sure, it was so embarrassing to be caught fucking her husband by her own brother, oh no, how terrible, the horror... She tried to channel those feeling rather than the pounding, sickening terror of Kao finding their own mother in bed with her husband, which was, by far, the worse outcome than her being caught up in a little bit of an embarrassing and painfully awkward situation.

He hardly seemed dissuaded by her lack of speech, however, all words stuck below the reach of her throat, and grinned all too widely. Did he ever stop grinning?

"Sooo..." He stage-whispered, slinging an arm about her shoulders to draw her in close. "You get what you needed then, sis? If he's making you moan like that..."

"Ew, Kao..." She tried, waving him off with a look. "I... I don't want to talk about that. Just go to bed, alright?"

"Sure thing, sis, but keep it down, would you?"

And, with that, the drake was gone with a sassy little sway to his hips and a face palm from his sister in the background. For what was she to say when her ruse was set in place, a lie that was, at the very least, plausible in the context of married life and a husband who was still, on paper, very much her husband. He could believe what he wanted to believe as long as it was not close to the truth or, lord forbid, the truth itself.

Fyr groaned and rubbed her temples, a headache coming on with a dull pound. Why did everything always have to be so complicated? Kao thought she was still fucking her husband - fucking like bunnies, in fact. If that wasn't so, it meant that she'd have to make it look like that, at least a little. If he thought that, Fyr was quite determined to keep it that way.

This was going to take some planning.