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Pony Joke

Part two of four

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Fyrdrgon

Fyr, of course, did suspect that something was going on, although she was sure too, apparently, that Ropes would talk to her about something going on, if there had been anything going on. It drove her made, dithering in the grocery store, fussing with things in the house and reorganising things that she had already organised and that should have been fine. The dragoness tried to keep herself occupied in any way that she could, putting it to the back of her mind.

Yet there was something about that damned horse, maybe as simple as her silly little attraction to them, just like Ropes with his liking for skunk anthros, that had her thinking of Limba, again and again, wondering. Still, Ropes had not said anything, which was more worrying than anything else to her, concerning in a way that kept her on edge, always checking over her shoulder for him to try to catch her by surprise. Even if, by then, she wasn't even at all sure what on earth the surprise was going to be...

If it even was there. Cursing, she threw down the jacket she'd been about to change into in the bedroom, storming off. She couldn't even put a jacket on without thinking of him! What was wrong with her? What was wrong with Ropes? She'd even asked him about it, but him denying it, really, was not to be believed there. Of course, he would deny it if he was trying to wind her up even more.

It helped a little when Kao was around. If Kao was hanging out with Limba too, surely that couldn't mean that anything all that untoward was going on?

But she didn't know, not even as she lurked in the background when all the guys came around to watch a game together, though Fyr had never seen them so interested in basketball before. She hadn't even known that Ropes liked basketball! But the cougar seemed more than into it as he leaned forward eagerly towards the screen, clearly soaking in the atmosphere of watching a fast-paced game that, apparently, had quite some high stakes attached to it. She'd made sure they were well taken care of (as that was the kind of thing that she felt most at home doing), with drinks and hot wings and other snacks. It was a way of looking after them too that, at least, kept her around, her brother smacking her, from time to time, with his tail.

Fyr scowled, bopping him on the back of his head.

"Watch yourself there, little bro, or you'll be getting your own drinks!"

Kao grinned, shooting her a look, though their bickering was normal between them, the kind of siblings that were still close in adulthood but would never lose that fraught kind of bond.

"Aw, well I'm sure my legs will stretch all the way to the kitchen," he all but drawled, slumped in the armchair as if he had been lain out. "I might just be able to drag myself there."

Fyr rolled her eyes.

"Honestly, Kao, you're such a child. Get up! Get your own food! I'm not waiting on you for a single second more!"

She stormed off, though she didn't mean it, leaving Kao to exchange a look with Ropes, Limba on the sofa beside the cougar. And yet the horse and the cougar would not remain there for much longer as Kao distracted Fyr in the kitchen, sprinkling her with water from the kitchen tap and pretending to drop his drink, as if he was going to make a mess. With a tug from one of Ropes' tentacles, the little horse was away and up the stairs, away from anywhere that they would make noise, his pussy already dampening between his legs in keen anticipation of all that was to come.

Of course, Fyr did not notice when she was dealing with Kao, laughing with her sibling in the kitchen as the mood lightened once more between them, was that Ropes and Limba had disappeared off to do exactly what it was that they did best. Of course, Limba ducking down onto his knees to suck off the cougar was only the start of it, though it was much easier to sneak in little quickies when Kao was around to distract Fyr. Not that Kao wasn't in on it too...

*

"Fyr!" Ropes shouted up the stairs, a paw cupped to his lips. "I'm heading over to see Kao! I'll be back later!"

Fyr shot bolt upright in the bath, water sloshing around her.

"What?" She shouted back, but the cougar was already gone, the door banging behind him. "Ropes, I'm in the bath! Hang on!"

My spidey senses are tingling...

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As much as she rushed, she couldn't get out of the bath in time, nearly slipping on the wet floor, hopping on one leg from a stubbed toe, everything that could go wrong going wrong. Typical. The dragoness swore under her breath, even though there was no one in the house to hear her, her stomach turning over.

But she was not quick enough to catch Ropes as she darted downstairs, a towel flapping around her legs, though her modesty was still only partly protected. With her red scales exposed and the yellow stripes, which arched around her sides, markings that were rarely on show in public for her, she panted heavily, the towel slipping lower over her breasts.

Damn it, Ropes!

_ _

She muttered under her breath, though did not settle. Her relaxing bath was long gone by that time, so she fussed and merely made sure she was clean and dried off, tail dragging behind her as she strove to focus on something, anything else, other than her husband. Nothing caught her attention, however, as she didn't have work that day, nothing to really distract her when, for once, she was all caught up on chores.

Focusing on building the growing ranch and property was not even enticing enough to her to stop her from calling him.

The phone rang and Fyr held it up to her ear, nipping at the inside of her cheek. It rang and rang, her tail twisting anxiously around her ankle. Was the cougar going to even pick up?

"Hello?"

Fyr started, stiffening, leaning over the dressing table in the bedroom, her tail tugging tightly at her ankle: a nervous tic.

"Hey, Ropes, you left before I could say bye to you," she said, a little shorter with him than she had intended to be. "You okay?"

She could hear the frown in his voice when he replied.

"Yeah..." Ropes said slowly. "What do you want?"

"I just wanted to see where you're at," she pressed the issue. "What are you up to?"

Ropes sighed heavily, dragging out the sound, but Fyr had heard that sigh a hundred times over. It wasn't going to faze her.

"I'm at Kao's," he said flatly. "Like I said. We're gaming."

She could tell that she was pissing him off, but if the cougar had nothing to hide, there was nothing bad to come of it, she assured herself.

"I see..." Fyr said, giving him a chance to fill the quiet. "So... Why don't you put Kao on then?"

If he was really with Kao, that wouldn't be a problem, she reasoned, even if the dragoness was starting to feel more than slightly unhinged. Ropes grunted.

"Yeah, sure. Kao? Yeah..." His voice fell a little muffled, as if he was holding the phone away from his muzzle. "Yeah... Yeah, it's Fyr... I dunno, she wants to speak to you... Yeah, I dunno..."

"Hey, sis, what's up?"

Fyr frowned. Shit, that was Kao's voice. Her tail broke free of her ankle, dragon wings shuffling against her back as if her body was, all of a sudden, fighting to unfurl them.

"Hey, Kao... Yeah, nothing, nothing... Everything's fine."

Or was it?

"Huh..." Kao seemed confused, though she didn't blame him, even if she was too busy seething to care. "You sure? You don't usually call when we're hanging out."

Fyr sighed, shaking her head even though Kao was not there to see her.

"Yeah, just forget it. Got something mixed up, sorry."

"Okay," Kao said. "I'll pass the phone back to Ropes then... Hey, here you go. Nah, dunno, didn't want anything."

"So..." Ropes said, back on the line while Fyr flopped into the armchair, a paw covering her face. "Are you satisfied now? That I'm here, that I'm with Kao?"

Fyr ground her teeth together, clenching her jaw under it ached.

"Yes," she bit out through gritted teeth, so sure still that something was up. "Yeah, fine... Bye."

She could hear the smirking triumph in his voice as he bid her farewell and hung up, though the dragoness was not placating. Growling, she tossed the phone away from her and leapt up, even though she had only just sat down, snarling and snapping as she stormed across the room.

"I'm going to get you," she growled to the empty room, slamming the door open as she hauled tail out to the hallway, finding her coat for some work outside - she didn't know what yet, but she was going to get something done. "For fuck's sake, Ropes... I know you're up to something!"

Even if he wasn't being open with her, even if he was saying, over and over again, that nothing was going on. She should have been able to trust him, as her husband, but it was not as if him doing something would have been "not okay", as long as he talked to her... Fyr groaned, the fresh, crisp air calming her just a little bit, though not as much as she would have preferred. Maybe that whole agreement thing would have been better if they had made things clear. But she had thought they were clear, not so much anymore.

Throwing her head back, she screamed, getting it all out, her chest heaving, snatching in greedy grabs of breath into her lungs. Surely the neighbours would have something to say about that, but, well, she couldn't honestly say that she cared all that much anymore. When she felt like she was losing her mind over the context of a silly joke, something like that ceased to matter.

However, she didn't know what was going on with Ropes and Kao...and Limba too. In true cougar form, the lust demon taking full advantage of the situation, Ropes had been lying back against the sofa, an arm flung back over his head, a tentacle around Limba's head. Of course, his cock had been deep inside the horse's muzzle, Limba trying to be as quiet as possible while Ropes was on the phone. They'd gotten away with it, even with Kao's fingers sliding back and forth within his pussy, teasing him, pressing up against his G-spot just to make the horse buck and thrust keenly.

But the real fun came when Ropes finally hung up and used one of his tentacles to set the phone aside. Even though it had to stay within reach, in case Fyr called him again, he didn't want his attention to be on that as he thrust up from the sofa, back arching and a tentacle dragging Limba's head all the way down onto his cock to the base. The boy mare gulped and groaned, though Ropes could not be sure how much of that was from the force of the blowjob that he was playfully forcing the horse into and how much was from Kao's fingers hitting just the right spot inside him. In most cases, it was a bit of both.

"Unff, yesssss," Ropes hissed, tail lashing in gratitude, now that he no longer had to be quiet. "Yes... Get all that in there, you dirty boy mare slut..."

Limba shivered, his pussy dripping around Kao's fingers. Fuck, he loved that, bucking and moaning, wanting more. Of course, the cougar was, as always, eager to oblige.

"Do you like being pinned between us?" He taunted the pony, even as Kao pressed up behind, teasing Limba further by grinding his hard pole over his backside, letting it slide against the short coat of equine hair. "Two cocks are better than one... But you're not getting out of here today, filly, until we've filled every slutty hole of yours."

The pony grunted, his body hot, prickling with heat, desire coursing through him. But he was hardly shy about what was going on as he devoured Ropes' cock with hungry slurp after slurp, bobbing his head on the cougar's insistence. And yet such things were merely just an appetiser to him, all for the main event, as Kao drew him back from the sofa, Ropes' cock breaking free from his lips in a lewd, wet slap.

"Ah..." Limba grunted, panting after it, though he rolled his hips back even more demandingly against Kao, the hardness that lay across his backside, between the crease of his rear cheeks. "Yes... Fuck me... Come on, do you think I'm just going to lie down here and beg for it?"

Limba's ears pricked, his fighting words bringing forth a further flare of dominance in the cougar. Yet anything further that the horse could have said was swept away in a deep, throaty moan as Kao plunged into him, trading his prying fingers for his cock as he filled the needy horse in a single overpowering thrust.

Feeding his cock back between the equine's soft, velvety lips, Ropes took charge, humping and grinding, slamming in hard and fast, forcing Limba to deep throat him as the equine revelled in every tantalising pull of rippling sensation. There was nowhere else that Limba would have rather been as he was double penetrated and fucked from both ends, their dicks ploughing into him out of time, but, really, there was hardly a time where they would have worked together like that. It was enough for him to be pinned and spit-roasted between them, squeezing around the fat length in his pussy, head spinning with passion.

The lewd slop of his pussy clenching around Kao's cock seemed to fill the room, though his ears twitched back and forth, trying to catch everything. From the pulsing throb of the cougar's cock within his muzzle, his fleshy tongue doing all it could to cradle it, sweeping up and around the tip whenever Ropes pulled back, to the demanding plough of Kao's cock, grinding in with a ruthless pace.

"Agh... Fuck..." Kao hissed out through his teeth, the blue dragon's tail lashing, smacking into a side table. "Can't believe you're still...tight after fucking so much. And can't believe Fyr...hasn't worked it out yet."

Ropes laughed and shook his head, his pale eyes without any irises. It was hard to be annoyed at his wife, however, with his cock buried so deeply within a hot muzzle, even if he would finish in Limba's pussy once again. It was, after all, his current favourite place to bury his cock after he had "hunted down" and taken his prey, bringing Limba to his "den" to take him, repeatedly. The cougar smirked. Maybe he was going a little feral about it, to be truthful, but Ropes couldn't find it in himself to care.

"Yeah, Fyr thinks it's the horse thing again," Ropes said shortly, referencing the joke, though he was a little short on breath too. "She's right, yeah... But not how she thinks."

There was to be no more talk of Fyr, however, as Kao slammed in, the drake spreading his wings dominantly, lifting them above his shoulders as if to frame himself. It gave the dragon the visual impression that he was larger and more powerful than even he was, in the heat of the sexual moment, though Limba's head was shoved down with a tentacle bunched up in his mane, dragging his head back and forth for a sloppy blowjob that he could not pull away from. Kao didn't care, of course not, grinding in, thrust after thrust, adjusting the angle of his cock just so he got a little more stimulation from the sweet little mare pussy.

"Unff... Yes..." Kao grunted, attention distracted. "Fuck, you're still wet from earlier, Limba... Jeez..."

His words fell away as he slammed in, pounding Limba for all he was worth, as if there would never again be a moment for him. The impact from his hips on the horse's backside reverberated through the boy mare's entire body with every thrust and Limba groaned, submission crawling through him, even though he would have been well-placed (as usual) to demand exactly what he wanted if his mouth was free. Truth be told, when he was hardly being on his best behaviour, it was the only way to shut him up.

The dragon snarled, lips pulling ferociously back from his teeth as he hammered into Limba's soaked pussy, pounding roughly, losing control at the pinnacle moment. And yet in his release came spurt after spurt of thick cum, filling the boy mare's already sloppy pussy, though Ropes had fucked him once there already that day. Neither dragon nor cougar cared one bit about things like that, though Ropes claimed his pony first every time, as he thought was his right. When it came to not going first, Kao would much rather just roll his eyes and go with the flow, all in the name of mind-blowing sex.

There were some small sacrifices, when it came to winding up his sister and sharing slutty partners with her husband, to be made, after all.

The dragon leaned heavily over Limba's back as Limba squeezed around him, his pussy aching and sore, but in a good way - in a way that made him want to go again immediately. The liquid heat of Kao's cum pooled deep inside him and the equine swore that he could feel it slipping deeper inside him, trembling through the force of taking yet another bareback load. How sensitive he really was down there, however, and how much was his imagination making the experience even better for him was another question that Limba did not need to be answered. Not when everything felt as good as it did, thick rivulets of dragon cum drooling out of his pussy around Kao's meat, stretching his pussy nicely around it.

He could have taken a bigger cock, of course, but, between Kao and Ropes, Limba never felt at all as if he went short, not even as Ropes withdrew from his muzzle, letting his saliva-slick cock rub over the horse's nose and the side of his face. Moaning, Limba grinned breathlessly and tried to chase it with his lips, flagging his tail up even higher than it already was in anticipation of all that was to come. After all, he hadn't gotten off that time... Not yet.

"Hungry for my dick, boy mare?"

Limba snorted and shook his head, though it was merely a release of tension from the contractions in his neck, muscles protesting the rough treatment, but, well, he'd be more than fine after all was said and done. Maybe he was the one who would need a good, long soak in the tub later though, rocking back onto Kao's softening dick to demand more.

It was Ropes, however, that pinned him on his back, his legs spread and the cougar's tentacles holding them apart in a kind of mating press that rendered the horse completely and utterly at his whim. All they wanted to do was to fuck him, to pound him until he was so blissfully sore that even standing and walking felt well out of the range of the possible for Limba. But the boy mare whinnied shrilly, nostrils fluttering, twisting and trying to buck helplessly up against Ropes as his pussy was ploughed and filled once again.

Kao took a back seat for the moment, enjoying the view, though his softening cock still gleamed with Limba's juices and a slick coat of his own cum too, lying softly against his thigh, waiting to be used. It would not take the dragon long at all to come back around and be ready to go again, always the stud who knew what was what, always ready to go again, but he was content to enjoy the view as Limba's cries filled his living room.

And, when Ropes spent himself inside the horse's pussy too, adding to the already slick, creamy loads already in there, Kao's rod had risen back to attention, ready to give the horse's cunny everything that he needed and more, all over again.

Still, Fyr would just have to not know about it, if they wanted to keep fucking him...

*

Fyr didn't pester Ropes again about Limba for a few weeks after the phone call, convinced that she was making a mountain out of a molehill. Even though she had embarrassed herself in front of Kao many times over in her lifetime, it was still awkward as hell to be jealous of Ropes and wondering where he was when she had fallen prey to that phone call. She busied herself with the ranch expansion plans, going ahead with purchasing the additional land that would expand their smallholding, focusing her attention on where it was better placed. It was not as if she was not getting sex from Ropes either, she constantly reasoned with herself, for her husband's sex drive, with her, was every bit as voracious as it had always been.

Still, she thought something was up, that little niggling feeling in the back of her mind that something was wrong, that something was up. Even if he had assured her, before, that nothing was. It just wasn't normal for him to spend so much time with a guy friend like Limba - Kao was an exception, as she knew that nothing was going on there for a fact - and he didn't hang out with any guys all that much either.

As the weeks passed, moving to the edge of winter, a good portion of the orange and yellow and browning leaves having fallen from the deciduous trees around the farm, she confronted him more gently. Perhaps that was the way, she thought, sliding onto the sofa next to him, resting a paw on his knee.

"Hey, Fyr," he said with his trademark grin, showing a flash of white teeth. "You okay?"

She hesitated, not wanting to break the peace between them. But the stubborn streak inside her drove her on, as it always did.

"Yeah..." She said, dragging the word out, stalling for time. "But... I was just wondering... Come on, you have to know it by now, you can't have forgotten. When are you going to make the joke? You know?"

The cougar raised an eyebrow, leaning back a little so that he could see her more fully.

"What joke? I don't know what you mean."

Fyr grunted, balling up a paw into a fist, though she shouldn't have been so quick to anger - not over something like that.

"Come on, Ropes, don't play me for a fucking fool," she growled, yanking her paw away from him as if she had been burned. "The joke, you know, you always tease me about horses, I always do the same with you and skunks. I even did it the other week to see if you would remember!"

Anger twisted inside her from where it had been seething and festering, as much as she had tried to set it from her mind. But it was difficult to not let something like that get the better of her as she growled and slammed her fist into the sofa. Of course, she did not touch her husband, but some expression of her frustration had to come out after it had been building inside her for so long.

"No, Fyr," Ropes said with a shake of his head. "I don't know what you're talking about, calm down."

She snapped, wings flaring out.

"Calm down? Seriously! Make the damn joke already and be done with it!"

Ropes stood, frowning, tentacles raised as if they were poised to hold her back.

"Fyr, seriously, you're being really weird, I don't know what you're on about."

"Fucking say it!"

She didn't know when she'd gotten up on her hind paws, facing him muzzle to muzzle, though the cougar could have easily disabled her if he'd wanted to, wrapping his tentacles around her to stop her from losing control. There was nothing for the cougar to fear, though Fyr raged and practically spat, everything that had been building up inside her for weeks upon weeks coming to a head all at once.

"I'm not going to say anything," he said levelly, deflecting her from the subject. "No, Fyr. I'm going for a walk, I'll be back later, when you've calmed down. Then, we can talk about this."

Ropes turned and, as cool as always, headed off through the door, though her eyes remained fixed on him vehemently as anger bubbled and churned within her. She knew she'd gone too far, she'd never even wanted to shout at him, but things had changed so quickly that the dragoness had not even been able to keep up with her rapidly changing emotions, how the scope of everything that she'd thought she'd known and understood had shifted in the blink of an eye.

"The horse...joke," she said slowly, though she spoke to an empty room. "Ropes... You know what I mean."

Yet there was nothing she could do when taking a little time apart, to be fair, was most likely the best thing for them both. It would be put down to just a spat, in the end, Ropes not being one to hold grudges, though Fyr was too worked up even to feel a bit silly about everything.

It was just too much for her, all the worrying and wondering, feeling like something was going on but never getting enough signs or confirmation of it. It just left her in the dark in a way that she could not bear, stewing in her own anger as she stomped around the house, fighting to work out her frustrations in some kind of way that, at the very least, could be a bit healthier.

A few hours later, Ropes rested with his paw on the steering wheel of Fyr's truck, which he'd taken as it was, to be fair, a lot roomier inside than the efficient SUV they had, though that was pretty big too.

"So..." Limba said, though the horse didn't seem too bothered by broaching what was admittedly a difficult subject. "You don't think you're going too far with this then? She sounded pretty mad, from what you said. Why don't you just tell her?"

Ropes shrugged, pulling into the car park, down at the back away from the arcade under the trees where there were few other cars. It was the kind of place where someone only parked when there were no other spaces or when they specifically wanted to be away from others, for one reason or another.

"Eh, I could," he said evasively, not really giving a satisfying answer, "but she knows the deal, it's not that bad. The sex has been fucking awesome too and it's not as if it's not the sort of thin we do. She'll cool down and everything will go back to normal, no problem."

Limba wasn't convinced, but, even though he had been hanging out with Ropes for roughly three months by that time, Kao too, didn't know the ins and outs of their relationship. Shaking his head, the horse pursed his lips, though was saved from having to say anything further when Ropes' phone rang.

The cougar sighed and raised an eyebrow, though the stirrings of mischief were already returning, his tentacles sliding cheekily over the truck seats, inching towards the horse. Even when he did not know, his body and the back of his mind were already working away at getting what he needed.

"Yeah?" He said, answering the phone in paws-free mode, gesturing to Limba to be quiet. "What's you? You wanna yell at me some more?"

He couldn't keep the sour note out of his voice, though the dragoness' tone was muted when she spoke.

"No... Um..." Fyr took a moment, seemingly, to collect herself. "Where are you?"

Ropes grunted, gaze sliding to Limba, need rising.

"The arcade, going to blow off some steam, yeah. Getting ready to go in."

The horse stiffened suddenly, one of Ropes' tentacles rubbing less than discreetly over the front of his crotch. If he had had a cock, there would have been a bulge growing there, but, as it was, all the boy mare could do was squirm deliciously in place, huffing shortly. He rocked his hips, pushing insistently into the touch of the tentacle, though he knew that he was going to get what he needed, one way or the other, even if Ropes was on tenterhooks with his wife. In a way, that kinda made it hotter for him, though there was a big part of him that didn't want to get in the middle of their fight either.

As Ropes' tentacle rubbed between his legs, insisting that he part them, that rational thought swiftly went right out the window, however.

"Ah, I see..." He couldn't tell what expression Fyr was making, but it didn't sound at all like she was composed either. "Um... Yeah."

"Sooo..." Ropes gave her a chance to talk, but filled the silence when she did not. "What do you want?"

He was only half listening to Fyr, of course, all as he unzipped the front of Limba's jeans, though they were a little tightly fitted. Not exactly what he would have wanted the horse to wear for a quickie in the truck, but, well... He wasn't all that choosy, to be fair, enjoying a challenge.

"Look, I'm sorry, okay? It's just...uh...things..."

"Hm," Ropes said, though he was more interested in sliding his tentacle against Limba's wet pussy, the horse squirming in his seat, trying to stay as quiet as he possibly could. "Yeah, I guess. Was weird though."

He shouldn't have been fucking with her as much as he was, but it was just too fun, too entertaining for him. He was a wicked creature, after all, having come up so many years ago from the otherworld, but the slickness on his tentacle was already getting to him, Limba grunting into his paw. The horse shook his head, daring Ropes to do his worst, and the cougar smirked deeply.

"It's just, you were always making the dumb horse joke, it wound me up..." Fyr paused, taking a breath. "I don't know why it's bothering me so much..."

"Yeah, that is pretty weird."

Ropes didn't think it was weird at all: after all, that was exactly why he was doing what he was doing, winding her up so that her emotions were all over the place. Maybe in the end he would tell her what was going on or maybe he would not - the cougar hadn't decided yet. Sliding his paw down Limba's front, he could not help but grin as he eased it into the boy mare's pants, not caring for the risks he was taking.

Limba grunted into his paw, shooting Ropes a look as he was pushed to the limits of being quiet. Just what was it that cougar thought he was doing, huh? He couldn't stop himself from moaning for very much longer, squirming in place, and yet there was something wickedly delightful about the risk of getting caught that set a fire in him like nothing else. His body clenched, muscles contracting that he had hardly ever even thought about, pushing down on the finger that slid into him, teasing and flirting, but not giving him what he needed.

The horse quivered. What if he threw caution to the wind and threw himself at Ropes right then and there, no longer even caring for staying quiet? With so much tension in him strung out to breaking point, it was not a thought that was all that far out there for the equine, in the end.

Ropes fingers pressed deeper, a second adding to the first. The pony bucked and rocked against him, moaning lightly into his paw.

"I guess I got things on my mind, sorry, Ropes... Might have been what set me off."

Distracted, Ropes murmured his agreement.

"Yeah, I could see that."

Limba fought and twisted, though he did not pull away. It felt too good for him to even think about pulling away, though the clasp and press of his clothes, as well as they fitted him, was too much even for him, heaving and grunting, trying to stay quiet. Ropes did not help as he worked his fingers back and forth, seeking out the most sensitive spot inside him that drove the horse wild.

"I'll let you go then," Fyr said, just in time, Limba practically on the edge of squealing and giving it all away. "Enjoy your games. I'll see you later."

"Mhm, yeah."

"But you will be home later, right?"

Ropes would have cursed, if he was not still trying to keep up the ruse, his cock tenting out the front of his jeans. Fuck, he shouldn't have answered the call at all! Not because he didn't want to keep up the game with her, taking the "horse joke" (which was quite silly now that he looked back on it) so much further than either could have anticipated, but because all he could think about was pinning Limba and fucking him full of his cock until they could barely walk. Some things, after all, came above winding his wife up, definitely more important.

"Yeah," he said, his voice a little huskier and throatier than usual. "Be back when we've both cooled off, okay?"

"Oh..." Fyr seemed deflated, but he had other things on his mind than looking after her needs at that moment. "Yeah, fair enough. See you then."

He hung up without answering her, though he would worry about that later as he launched himself at Limba with a growl that could have been classed as savage if not for the tangled lust between them. Pinning the equine to the seat, he pulled down his jeans, exposing his pussy in full, not caring that they were, indeed, still in a spot where they could be caught. His fingers glistened with the horse's juices and he leaned in closer to Limba's face, sharing breath with the equine, as he licked his fingers clean.

The cougar made a show of it, on the edge of losing control and fucking Limba where he sat, but he held back. He was a lust demon, after all, and he could wait, drink in the horse's delicious aroma, letting it flood his senses, wrapping all around him in the best of ways.

"Mmm..." He murmured huskily, Limba squirming as one of his tentacles dove down again to caress his soaked cunt. "My little slut, dirty mare... You want to be fucked so bad. You got so fucking turned on when I was talking to my wife."

Limba shuddered. Yes, that was true, but the language used made it all the better for him, shooting Ropes a biting grin, though it was quickly swallowed in a moan.

"Unff... Yes, oh, fuck..." He grunted, ears pinned. "Come on and fuck me then, if we're not going in to game. Fuck this!"

Sometimes, crude language was what was needed, even as Ropes pulled back, leaving his tentacle plunged into Limba's pussy. As he headed off, his location "secure" with Fyr thinking that he was at the arcade, he took to the back roads until he got a little way out of town. His aching need and hard-on, however, would not let him get any further before he was forced to pull over with a yowl that Ropes did not even try to suppress.

It was not needed, not as they tumbled into the back seats and Ropes scrambled onto his back, erection standing up straight, glistening with the faintest hint of his pre-cum. The rest had been smeared off in his underwear, though he would make sure to hide those from Fyr, or chuck them in the laundry straight away. The horse wasted no time, his pussy lewdly stretched and dripping, more than ready for the cougar's barbed cock, sitting astride and sinking onto him to take Ropes' full length.

"Ahhhh," Limba moaned, bucking his hips, riding Ropes as he bounced upon him, too horny to go slow. "Hell... I needed this."

He couldn't find the words, but he didn't have to as a dominating tentacle curled around his throat, holding him there, reminding him, once again, who was in control. It was consensual, of course, and just added another playful edge to them coming together, Limba bucking and riding Ropes' cock as if his life depended on it. The equine nickered and tossed his head, revelling in the attention, though nothing would have been able to keep the grin off his face, even if he had wanted to express anything else.

It was hard to worry about something like that with euphoria running through him, grunting and panting as he pounded his pussy down onto Ropes' cock repeatedly. It was all he needed, his head spinning and swimming, nickering his throaty enjoyment as his cunt squeezed around the barbed cock. Those barbs caught and rubbed against all the right spots inside him, even as he squeezed around it, panting and heaving, until orgasm overcame him.

"Yes, yesssss!"

He squealed and tried to kick, even with ropes across the back seats of the truck, the position cramped at the best of times. And yet they were fortunate that they had the space that they did as Ropes thrust up into him, teasing the horse by feeding a tentacle into his backside too. All it took was a gentle shove at the right moment, when Limba relaxed, and it was inside, pumping back and forth as Ropes guided him up and down on his cock like a living toy. The horse, of course, was so much more than that to him, but the cougar didn't care for anything else in the heat of the moment, the memory of his wife's voice and suspicion burning in the back of his mind.

Sneaking around, avoiding getting caught... It was hotter than he gave it credit for.

He snarled, slamming up as Limba climaxed on him again, pussy gripping and pulling his shaft, expelling his load. Ropes of thick cream flooded the horse, drooling out, mixing with Limba's arousal, though the mess would easily be cleaned up before they had to relinquish the truck back to its rightful owner.

Ropes smirked, fur ruffled, chuffing through the afterglow, throb after throb of his cock still filling Limba up with cum. The equine slumped over him and Ropes caught him with his tentacles, supporting him lightly. The pony would be ready enough to go for another round again soon enough, he was confident of that.

But Fyr didn't know.

Continued in part three...