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Gender Shifting: Oops!

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Fyrdrgon

Ropes purred, his long tail lashing softly back and forth as he looked over the dress that he'd bought for Fyr. The cougar did not often buy clothes for his dragoness wife, but, well, it had just been too perfect for her. Dark and seductive, it was a form-fitting ensemble that laced up down the sides, exposing scales all the way, so that the yellow stripes on the sides of her body would be exposed, just a little bit more. The black would set off her crimson scales nicely too, letting her be the true seductress that she could be, for Fyr did not always have to be a mom all the time. Especially, after all, since their children were all grown up.

Okay, well, Hiss and Helena still lived at home, the cougar and the dragon, but that was by the by. They would happily have them there for as long as they wanted to stay in the big ranch house with them, plenty of room there for them and plenty of privacy too. Not that privacy had been all that much of a big thing in their family since the kids had grown up, to be fair, but they still tried to stay out of Hiss and Helena's personal business the best that they could.

However...there was one problem. Ropes wasn't quite sure if the dress was going to fit Fyr, though he was sure that he had gotten her size. The plunging neckline of the dress, of course, was going to be more than alright for her, of course, but Fyr did have lovely, big hips (perfect for her thick tail) and she had struggled, in the past, to find even things as simple as jeans that fit her figure in the way that she wanted them to. A dress had less of an issue with the tail, for the laces at the back could be done up tightly around the base of her tail too, but he did want to make sure that it was right for her even before she put it on...

The demon cougar tilted his head a little, the rounded tips of his ears twitching. The pale glow of his eyes didn't illuminate further than their orbs in the pleasant light of the bedroom, mid-afternoon, but there were no pupils to be seen. He was, after all, a demon, the four tentacles sprouting from his back waving gently back and forth - and that meant that he had more powers at his disposal, of course, than any typical mortal on the planet.

With a flicker of dark power, the cougar watched himself carefully in the mirror, still holding the dress in his paws, cautious of his claws. For they changed before his eyes into the lighter, slenderer ones of a lady, trading his fur for a lighter shade, something a little more feminine as his chest swelled. Breasts filled out his T-shirt, tail swinging back and forth as he mimicked his wife's shape and figure to the very best of his ability, tentacles drawing back in against his body. Those would be a little difficult, yes, but he was sure he could feed them through the lacing of the dress so as not to affect the fit, even as other parts of him too change.

Perhaps it was not necessary, but the cougar took the gender-shifting transformation a step further as his cock and balls softened and melted back into his body. Ropes gave a little shiver as a new sex formed between his legs, turning him from male into female, though it was something that he had tried before. It had just been a little while and his jeans shifted in their fit around his hips, tighter, as they grew a little wider and the thicker, rounder shape of his buttocks forced them to adjust lightly around him.

In that moment, at least, Ropes was a she, even then the demon knew what sex and gender she truly was at heart. That was not a bad thing, but it was something that she liked too, being able to shake things up and change things, though the gender shifting ability was more of a feature of being a demon of lust than anything else.

"Hm... Not bad."

She grinned at herself in the mirror, a perfectly female version of herself, though she had more than taken mere inspiration from her wife's shape to complete her transformation. It was just what Ropes needed, however, to make sure that the dress fitted and she once again thanked her past and the life that had brought her there (only for a moment though), all that had allowed her to take the routes she wanted to.

Putting the dress on, after all that, was a piece of cake! Ropes swiftly undressed and eased the dress on, curling her toes into the soft carpet of the bedroom as she slipped it up into place. Her tentacles made quick work of the lacing to tighten it up softly on either side of her body and at the nape of her neck. Paws would have had a much harder time tugging at that and fussing with it, but she used her tentacles without thinking, taking full advantage of their dexterity and flexibility.

"Hm..." She posed and turned back and forth in front of the mirror, admiring just how closely the dress hugged and gripped her body, incredibly fetching. "That's not bad at all..."

Ropes laughed, rubbing the back of her neck, the fur on her head seeming a bit thicker too, though she did not have hair, per se, like some anthros around.

"If this wasn't for Fyr," she said, checking out her reflection yet again and the wide sway of her hips, "I'd keep this all for myself!"

"Hey, is someone in there?"

Ropes cocked her head. Oh, that wasn't Fyr... But it would have perhaps been just a little bit unusual for the dragoness to walk in on him trying on a dress for her that he had bought... Yeah, it was something that was going to take more than a bit of explanation, if it had ben Fyr outside the bedroom.

However, the head that poked itself into the bedroom was not like the dragoness', but a cougar like her. Hiss blinked curiously, his eyes softer and warmer than Ropes' naturally were, the younger half-demon boasting only two tentacles sprouting from his shoulder blades rather than four. The feline was a richer shade of brown than Ropes was, as if the red from Fyr's scales, somehow, had leeched into them, a slice of white marking his front, his markings sharp and cutting and ruthlessly handsome.

Yet he blinked at Ropes as if she was a stranger, which, to be fair, she might well have been to him.

"Um... Hello there," Ropes said, thinking quickly, though it was a hard task indeed to keep the smirk from her lips. "You must be Hiss... My nephew!"

Oh, hell... It was like doing a roleplay all over again! Ropes couldn't stop herself from snickering, though that was not all that much of a bad thing, not as realisation crossed Hiss' face and he stepped into the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

Mm, that click of the door closing was hotter than it had any right to be, the demon's tentacles wanting to twist and writhe. They knew what was coming, that innate sense of hers understanding the lust in Hiss, even as she inhaled deeply, her nostrils twitching and fluttering just a little, taking in all the air that she could.

Hiss grinned, leaning back against the bedroom door, his paws shoved into his pockets. Sure thing, he definitely knew that it was his father before him, but if she wanted to say that she was his aunt for the time being... That was something that the younger cougar was more than willing to go along with.

"Hey..." He said, offering a smile, though the predatory lash of his tail snaking back and forth gave away what he truly felt about the situation. "So... You're my aunt? I haven't seen you in a long time."

It was as if they were roleplaying, though that kind of thing was quite common between them in their family, taking things into a more adult direction than most families would have. Incest was hardly taboo at all in their culture and world, though it was something still that the family kept on the down low, considering that some would make judgements and assumptions about them for it, regardless of whether or not it was at all deserved.

Ropes grinned, Hiss' spirits bolstered.

"Yes, not since you were little," she purred. "But you're all grown up now, aren't you, Hiss?"

He would have rolled his eyes at that, but his "aunt", well...she more than seemed to be up for some fun.

"Yes, most definitely," he purred. "Perhaps I could help you out of that dress though? The lacing does seem to be done up rather tight. Don't worry, I do this for my mom all the time."

Hiss did an awful lot more than just that for his mother, his mind flitting back to the last time that he had bent her over the sofa while she had been watching an old, nostalgic soap. Since he hadn't been interested in that, his cock had plunged into her pussy, ramming in hard and fast, the slop and squelch of her wet cunt around his shaft almost making it difficult for Fyr to hear the TV over the sound of their fucking.

The cougar "aunt", however, leaned back against the wall, eyes wide, though there was nothing innocent about her in the slightest. She looked rather like his mother, to be fair, and Hiss took his time as he took one of her paws in his own, bringing it to his lips to brush a kiss softly against the back of it, his other paw resting on her hip. The lacing there offered him a different kind of texture, the fur beneath poking out lightly through the gaps in the lacing, something a little different, something that, frankly, he hadn't experienced before.

And that most certainly had to be what fun was all about, at least for Hiss, grunting softly, his aunt pressing up against him. It was almost incredibly easy, surprisingly so, for him to get into it, pulling her up against him, away from the wall, and turning her around.

"Oh," Ropes purred, tipping back on her heels a bit, for she had not been wearing any shoes on her bare hind paws. "You are good - thank you for being so helpful!"

It was all an excuse for her and Hiss to rub up against one another, however, the younger cougar's paws rubbing down her sides while he fumbled, seemingly, with the lacing. He acted as if he didn't know how to get the laces undone, but that was no matter, not as a prickle of heat seeped down between her legs, like a shot of arousal directly up where it mattered the most.

Ropes purred throatily, her tail curling back against him, though it was her tentacles that were the most intimate, finding that she was able to take on something a little softer in her female form, even if the shift was very much temporary. There was her feral side in there too, the part of her that hungered for sex, longing, lusting, aching desperately. And yet she would take what she wanted too, letting him slide the dress off her, falling to her bare hind paws in a sinuous, rustling fall of fabric.

Even that was sensual, though it lit a fire in Ropes like nothing else, her new pussy squeezing down on nothing, wanting to push onward, forward. Hiss was right there when she turned back around to face him, however, backing her all the way up against the wall, trapping her lightly between his arms.

"It seems that your dress has fallen off," he purred, his eyes half-lidded, tail swishing back and forth as if he was a predator stalking its prey. "Such a shame, auntie... But maybe I can help you out there a little more..."

Ropes smirked, not willing to play the meek and soft role for any longer than was strictly necessary, rolling her hips up to meet the rising hard-on showing through Hiss' jeans.

"Mm..." She breathed. "You seem very eager... And you're such a big boy now... Maybe it's time you really learned how to please a lady."

Hiss groaned, easier to wind up than Ropes was, even though it had been him who had gone right along with the "auntie" roleplay. It was shaky at best, yet the lines that poured forth from Ropes' lips were perfectly designed to rile him up, to get him hard and aching, dripping and drooling leaky pre-cum into his underwear. It had been a few days since he had last gotten off, but, honestly, Hiss usually got off every day. It was just a side-effect, to him, of being half-demon. Being a half-demon did not usually affect his day-to-day life, but he did feel it especially when he did not take adequate time for himself.

"Mmm..."

Hiss groaned, running his tentacle gently up the inside of Ropes' leg, though it was all just foreplay to them, even though he was quite sure just how far his aunt was going to be willing to let him go. They'd gotten into a good rhythm and routine in different kinds of sex and play, experimenting and learning more about their bodies. Ropes, after all, had taught him rather a lot, although with his mother too...

The cougar licked his lips, nuzzling down into the crook of Ropes' neck to take an invited bite, kissing and suckling and nipping lightly at the sensitive flesh there. Ropes moaned, parting her legs a little further for him in open welcome, inviting that tentacle up higher and higher, though it did not quite brush her pussy, not quite yet.

Oh, that was hot though... She quivered, enjoying the variety of sensations flooding her female body, how everything, even the sensation of Hiss touching her, was different like that. She'd never anticipated something like that happening when she had first tried the dress on for Fyr, but, well, that was not such a bad thing. The best kinds of sex were the unexpected ones, with the hardness of the bedroom wall against her back, her hips thrust forward, the rise of Hiss' hard-on grinding against her lower abdomen. She was surprised, more than a little, just how wet she was between the legs, though Ropes would never have stopped the moan that brushed by her lips as Hiss' tendril, finally, teased up against them.

"Ohhhh," she moaned, no longer in character, simply being herself. "That feels good, so good..."

She groaned while he pressed up against her, teasing harder, his lips gentle on her neck, though his paws had begun wandering too, giving her more to focus on. Ropes shivered, every new sensation feeding her lust, letting her demon self devour it, fat and rich and succulent, even though she was not thinking clearly. She didn't have to be, not at all, not when all she had to do, truly, was allow demonic instinct to take over, all in the best of ways, flowing through, throb after throb, pound after pound.

She took his paw, however, showing him a little more just how she liked her breasts to be touched, his fingers and claws tracing the outline of her nipples to a rush of teeth. Hiss leaned in closer, a feral grin stretching his lips, and Ropes recognised just a little bit more of the half-demon in him right then and there.

"Mmm, that's a good boy..." She moaned. "Give your aunt what she wants, hm?"

It was not a question, but an answer that they both willingly gave as her body relented, exuding more and more pheromones. They did not, not in her case, come from any scent gland, though her tentacles were more heavily laden with the aroma, the essence of the pheromones softening through the air as Hiss inhaled deeply.

"Mm, how could I not when you smell so good?" He shot back in return, his paws sliding down to her backside, squeezing and groping, finding softer, more feminine flesh there than would have been on her male body. "I just want to lay you down and treat you right..."

Ropes smirked, flashing her son a grin.

"Don't be too gentle with me though," she taunted him. "A lady needs to be taken for a good ride too, but I expect the highest level of attention!"

Hiss might not have understood how his body pressed forward against her, why everything seemed a bit fuzzy around the edges, though his own pheromones were not quite as strong as Ropes'. He did not acquire much of his demon heritage from her, not needing to feed off lust as she did, but he still felt the effects of it, both bouncing off one another as Hiss' pheromones got to Ropes and vice versa. In a way, it was the perfect combination, the ideal coming together of shared lusts that were all taken in the best of ways.

"I'll show you what I can do..." He purred. "But you've got to be quiet... I don't want my parents to hear."

Ropes could have laughed at that, though it did excite her a little more, wetter between the legs, to think that there was someone out there that could catch them. Sure, Fyr could catch them, but the dragoness might have rolled her eyes or asked rather a lot more questions about why Ropes was in her female form... Hm, yes, maybe she didn't want to be caught after all, as much as the notion excited her. Better to enjoy the moment, to languish there as Hiss slid down his jeans, though he did not quite yet free his erection.

The cougar's shaft was trapped in his boxer briefs, though it was hard and ready, a wet spot showing through the front of them as the fabric clung to the shape of his erection. He dropped to his knees before Ropes, though there was no need for him to worry about it in the moment, a grin stretching his lips so comically wide that he almost could not do what he wanted. It was not as if anything else could or would have happened between them with Ropes being naked, his tongue snaking up between her thighs. No... No, Hiss wanted her the moment he set eyes on her in that long, sexy black dress that hugged the shape of her thighs, that made her look like the most irresistible demoness in the whole underworld.

Not that Hiss had ever been there or intended to follow Ropes' pathway, but, well...a guy could still dream of hot demons.

The taste of her, however... Oh, it was different o how his father had ever been for him, but Ropes was his aunt in that moment, offering something new, something fresh, something even a little tangy. Her essence clung to his tongue as he dipped it sensually between her pussy lips, spreading them apart for the caress of his tongue, finding her not so wet that she was dripping but more than wet enough.

He longed to have her dripping, to be so wound up and horny that she could neither stop herself from squirting or her arousal from leaking down her inner thighs, matting the fur that was to be found there. Hiss groaned against her, his fingers curling into his aunt's thighs, getting into the moment, the succulent heat of her pussy aching for him, driving him on. It was wrong but it was right, knowing that his aunt there was really his father, but he wanted more of her, his tongue pushing up as deeply inside her as the raspy appendage could.

Ropes hissed through her teeth and bucked her hips up firmly against him, displaying her need even more openly than ever. Whereas she would have most likely powered over a willing female partner and pinned them for her lust, penetrating them passionately, it was different when it was someone like Hiss between her legs, making her want to ride that wave of an oncoming orgasm. It made her slow down a little, to know that there were even more nuances of lust to be taken, all of which would feed her and satisfy her deepest and darkest of demonic desires.

His fingers pressed up against her sex and Ropes' head fell back against the wall, more than willing to let her nephew of the moment eat her out. It was a scene that she had not known she needed, her gaze sliding naughtily to the door, well and truly feeling like the wicked aunt who had been caught trying on her sister's dress (hey, that line of thinking worked better for her than pretending that she was Ropes' sister), all to corrupt her nephew. It was a good one, excellent, in fact, and she would have played it all out, again and again, to get her rocks off in a different way if the opportunity presented itself to her again.

"Mmm..." She moaned, her tentacles sweeping down and around Hiss, caressing his shoulders, the muscle of his back, though it was hard to help him out of his shirt when he was tucked down between her thighs. "Do you kiss your mother with that mouth, darling? Mmmph..."

Hiss chuckled against her, though it was not a bad thing to say, not at all. The thrust of Ropes' hips up against him had him pressing even more urgently against her as Ropes' tentacles tightened around his clothes, pushing up inside and eventually deciding, clearly, to ripe through them. The seams burst and Hiss lamented the loss of yet another shirt to sexual endeavours, though that was one that he could at least jokingly get the money back from Ropes for afterwards.

The cougar, after all, would not have wanted him to go without something just because they had gotten more than a little worked up in the bedroom. Ropes grunted, rocking up against his mouth, whiskers tickling her inner thighs.

"Mmph... Yes..." She hissed. "Eat me out... Mmm... Get your tongue...ah...deeper..."

Hiss did as he was asked, though, with every lap of his tongue, he dragged it back up against her clit, circling it lightly, offering her another taste of pleasure. Ropes moaned and he pressed on, following the example that he had been set.

"I kiss my mother with that mouth and more," Hiss breathed, only when he finally came up for air. "I can show you, if you like, auntie..."

Ropes hissed through her teeth, but Hiss was already back between her legs, two fingers plunging deep into her sopping wet sex as she cried out. She was louder than usual, her voice a little higher-pitched. Actually, it had been the change in her tone that had first alerted Hiss to the fact that something was not quite normal in the bedroom, for he would not usually have just walked into his parents' master bedroom otherwise, unless he'd been invited. Or if he was being a little sneaky, sneaking around to play with his mother or sister or just stealing the sex toys out of the drawer. They had better ones than him, after all!

Okay, so maybe Hiss would have had more than one reason to be in his parent's bedroom, but, well, that was not so much of a bad thing. He groaned as her juices slipped down his throat, swallowing without even thinking about it. Everything came so easily between them, even though he'd never been with Ropes in a female form before, not even as her tentacles locked in hard around his, dragging him in against her.

"Yes..." Her raspy voice groaned out, twisting around her breath. "Yes... Harder... Mmmm.... Ohhhhh!"

She climaxed hard on his muzzle, pushing her hips up, thrusting and humping as if he was lost in the moment, though Ropes was always in control, even when she did not look like she was. That was something else, something different, something that played through in a better way, panting and heaving, her tentacles caressing his. Hiss' plumped up, as if they were going to swell up with cum and jet off, though it was not yet his time to orgasm, not as his aunt ground against him.

Yes... He was a cougar who could focus on her, even as her essence trickled down his chin, marking his fur, soaking into it a little more so that her scent clung to him when he had not been expecting it. Hiss whimpered softly, tongue caressing her clit, adding a third finger to her cunt just so that he could feel how tight she was, though the muscles of her passage had somewhat relaxed too. Tightness, after all, could be softened, for a truly delectable thrust...

Ropes, however, could not keep Hiss between her legs forever, her orgasm still aching through her, deep pulses of pleasure wracking her body, as her tentacles did their best work. Although the cougar had gotten most of his jeans off already, she wasn't about to let that rest easy, her tentacles snaking down to rip through his jeans. His boxer briefs tugged uncomfortably over his swollen shaft, complete with barbs, for a brief moment - and then his erection was free, his clothes falling in tatters around him while his cock sprang free.

Hiss groaned. Maybe he should take to going around the house naked again, though that hadn't seemed to work out all that well for him before, if he was truthful about it. He'd just kept getting distracted by his sister and his mother, sometimes his father, more often than he managed to get on with anything.

And yet his aunt had him in her grasp, his tongue lashing longingly over her pussy folds and clit in one last lap as she drew him back up. He staggered back, kicking away the shreds of his clothes, though the bed came up to meet him, breaking his fall as he landed on his back.

"Oof!"

Thankfully, the mattress was more than soft enough for Hiss to easily bounce, though he bared his teeth cheekily at Ropes, inciting her to challenge him, his hard-on throbbing too obviously with arousal. The head was more defined and the barbs were all engorged - not sharp enough to cause any pain but plenty of stimulation. But had his aunt ever taken a barbed cock just like his into her cunt?

Hiss was not about to ask, not as she pinned him on the bed, using her tentacles to shove his shoulders down into it, black lips parted so that her pink tongue could swipe out and over them.

"Mmm... You're too irresistible, nephew," she teased. "But what would my sister say?"

Hiss purred, putting his paws back behind his head and cocking his head, the warmth of his eyes starting to glow, becoming increasingly demonic. Without having any mirrors in his line of sight to see what an effect his aunt was having on him, there was no way for Hiss to know how far he was gone.

"Oh, probably that you should give me a good ride," Hiss shot right back at her. "I bet I can make you cum on my cock in no time at all..."

The afternoon was easing on, but they made their own time right there and then as Ropes lusciously sank onto his shaft, taking him deep up into her. Her head fell back, for a moment baring the more vulnerable expanse of her throat, though it was not as if that was something that put her in a weaker position in the slightest. She was in control and, as was so often the case, she was on top. Though it was not as if she couldn't get Hiss more than ready and in the mood, considering that he was her son, technically.

Right then and there, however, she was his naughty aunt, taking her nephew bareback into the hungry, wet gape of her pussy.

Ropes purred throatily, grinding down onto Hiss' lap as he moaned and rocked up to meet her, thrusting and grinding, humping fervently. It was as if he barely even knew what was happening, though the cougar was lost in pleasure, his barbs raking and dragging wonderfully through her cunt with every stroke of his cock up inside her.

"Mmm..." She hissed, her fingers digging into his chest, holding onto him as she tipped forward against him, all to get a better angle of her hips to thrust back onto him, humping and grinding, letting lust swell through her. "You better cum in me good and hard, Hiss... You don't want to disappoint your aunt now, do you? Show me how much you can fill me up?"

Hiss growled, licking his lips passionately.

"Oh, I'll do more than that, auntie, I promise..."

She was about to ask the younger cougar just how he intended to do that when his tentacles wrapped around her hips and his hind paws planted into the bed. With that extra leverage, he thrust up from the bed, his knees bent, grunting, groaning, powering up strongly into her with rampant determination. He was just a creature driven by ecstasy, thrusting harder and faster, his hips nothing more than a blur as his barbs caught and pulled through her wanton pussy.

Ropes yowled, humping back against him, forced to straighten her back to get something more of a better angle on his shaft, hitting her G-spot again and again.

"Oh, yesssss," she moaned out, unable to stop herself from hissing - not that Ropes would ever have held back such a fervent expression of pleasure. "Yes... Harder!"

Hiss was pleased to give her everything that he needed and more, every thrust seeming to drive deeper than the last, his balls swinging more heavily back and forth than he would have liked. It was just the nature of the position, though he was a little more surprised to find Ropes giving just as much as she got, matching his rampant pace with fervent determination as all four of her tentacles wound around his own.

The cougar hissed, caught up in the moment, though the intensity of it was more than he had anticipated, just how erotic it was to have the fleshy skin of his tentacles caressed like that. It was not tender, not at all, but something primal and raw, something demonic that he had not yet had the chance to enjoy for himself prior.

His balls ached with the need to spill his seed and yet he held on, panting heavily through an open mouth. Even the spurs on his dick seemed even more sensitive than usual as he ploughed his aunt, sticking out a little more as his head spun with lust and passion unlike anything else that he had ever before felt for himself.

"Yessss..." He hissed, grunting, groaning, making all manner of lustful sounds as he ached to let go, to spill his load. "Aunt... You're so...unff...fucking hot..."

Hiss would have liked to get out something more eloquent, yet that was not always as possible as he may have liked, not in the throes of passion. As if he was about to lose his load at any second, he let her ride him, the ache in his legs growing, though Hiss would have pushed through any manner of pain to take everything through, time after time again. It was only a little ache, like working out too hard at the gym, after all, so nothing to worry him overly, no, not at all.

He'd keep thrusting, even though his legs and butt slumped down closer and closer to the bed as Ropes rode him, smirking, her breasts tipping forward closer to him as she pushed her cunt back on his cock.

"Mmmm... Play with auntie's tits, darling," she crooned, revelling in a new role and a new way of expressing herself, getting what she wanted by simply asking. "You know how much I like that..."

Maybe that was slipping a little too deep, though Hiss was more than willing to go along with it, kissing and lipping and nibbling at her breasts. His lips eagerly closed around the nipple of the offered breast, though he hardly even knew which breast it was - neither did he care. It was not as if something like that at all mattered, not then, not ever, grunting, groaning, letting lust wash over him, thrust after thrust.

It was Ropes, however, that rode him, taking her pleasure from his body, Hiss shuddering beneath her as he got closer and closer and closer to the edge and the high of orgasm. Oh, how he needed it, more than he even realised, but he wanted to hold back too, just a little more, all so that he could experience absolutely everything that fucking his aunt had to offer.

But there was nothing like the clench of her pussy around his cock, milking him of his load, his tentacles winding around her, though they almost didn't know where to go. Down to her butt, squeezing and groping, even rubbing around to the front of her pussy and her clit, almost as if he was trying to squeeze a tentacle inside her along with his cock, though there was no room for that. Or maybe there was space for that, but he couldn't ask Ropes about that with his mouth full of tit.

Which was not entirely a bad thing as he exploded in orgasm, her pussy suddenly tight, too tight around him, pulsing erratically, though that was one thing that Ropes was no more in control of than Hiss. She could not control her orgasm or the minute muscular contractions of her body, a demon finally free to experience just what everyone else did, even though the lust in the air was truly delectable. Never before had she focused on feeding so much - well, not in recent years, not since marrying Fyr - but it was intoxicating, rippling through her female form and rendering her ravenous for more.

Always more... So much more...

She took every drop of his seed that he spent inside her, her pussy dripping and drooling around him as the luscious cocktail of their juices combined inside her. Some oozed out slickly around the fat length of his cock, bubbling around the base and soaking into the fur of Hiss' crotch, but neither nephew nor aunt, for that moment, was going to care at all about a little mess.

And, still...his cock did not soften. Not at all, not in the slightest, Ropes' breath catching as she transferred his muzzle to her other breast, his teeth teasing deliciously around her sensitive flesh.

"Unff... Yes..." She groaned. "Keep doing that...mm...for auntie..."

It put her in a position of power over Hiss that was always there, though the younger cougar most certainly knew how to please a female body too, she had to say that. His tentacles wound around her, caressing her tits - an entirely new sensation for her as Ropes had never been with anyone else with tentacles like that when she had been in her female form. It was exciting still, sending an electric thrill through her body, to think that she could still experience new and wonderful things even after being around for so many years, her tentacles freeing themselves to wave around her.

Her breasts were sensitive, so sensitive, yet she ached for another orgasm, the two of them caught up and feeding off one another's pheromones. They bounced back and forth and Hiss kept thrusting weakly, despite his legs shaking, impressing even her; she had not thought that he would be able to keep that up, considering just how he had been slacking on his gym routine of late.

But that was of no issue to demons, even a half-demon. It would soothe the aches from his body, letting everything come through, thrust after thrust, pulse after pulse, grunting and groaning, two bodies moving in rough harmony. The wet grasp of her pussy squeezed around him, wanting more, though the barbs had even more of her to play with, pulling and raking through her pussy, showing her everything that she could take from him and so much more.

Not that Hiss was in any kind of bad position, no, not at all. He groaned, languishing in pleasure, ecstasy pouring through, though he had to use his tentacles more as his paws caressed Ropes' body, squeezing her backside, encouraging her to ride him harder and faster. As he laid back, Ropes sitting up a little, the cougar could admire the view of his aunt just a little bit more, even as their fuck session went on.

And on... And on...

There didn't need to be an end to it, not as Ropes climaxed, again, on his cock, panting and heaving, her breasts rolling lusciously into the grasp of his tentacles with every heave of breath in her body. She rode him furiously, climaxing on his dick, her pussy clenching around him, wanting even more of those barbs. Oh, they could have been even sharper and rougher than they were, just for her, all for her, and she cried out, claws digging into Hiss' chest as she slammed her hips down onto him.

"Unff... Come on, Hiss..." She growled, though she had intended it to come out as a purr, even if it did not. "You can...please your auntie more than that. Let me show you a trick or two..."

There were things, after all, that only a femfur could do, things that a male would not, and she sat up tall, smirking as she pushed her shoulder blades back. Her tentacles wound down around his legs, yanking his thighs apart just a little bit more, though Hiss was already well-placed exactly where he was, the cougar under Ropes stable enough for him to ride. The younger cougar's tentacles were wily, however, giving Ropes was good as she gave, though she relished in it. There was just so much tangled lust in the air that she didn't know what to make of it or where to start with it, only that it was utterly and completely succulent.

Hiss groaned as his barbs pressed up against something deeper within his aunt, head spinning. It was so tight, though almost as if his cock was getting wetter, but just in a certain spot... What was she doing?

It was just a demon trick, however, stimulating his cock in one place to such a point that his body and mind struggled to make sense of it all. He moaned, gripping her thighs, his fingers digging into the softer flesh that he found there, softness that would not have been present if Ropes was still his father. But it was better, like that, even if Hiss was sure that it was only temporary, showing him something new, his cock aching, throbbing, yet another orgasm clawing at him like a wild beast.

"Unnff... Yessss..." Hiss let the cry slip out, tongue flicking out against his lips. "Fuck... Auntie... More..."

He didn't have to know just how she was overstimulating him with her cunt to get off, letting go with a dull roar as her tentacles twisted around his nuts, teasing between them and the base of his dick, his perineum where the skin was oh so very sensitive under his fur. There were so many small, tiny things about his body that he didn't pay attention to, but that was so very often the case with younger anthros, the ones that were still delving into and learning about their bodies.

But one orgasm led to another as he exploded into her wet, wanton pussy all over again, the heady slop of their combined sexual fluids fuelling his lust. Hiss didn't even think about how he was staying hard through so very much, not even needing any kind of a break between rounds, for that was normal, sometimes, even if not quite to that extent before. All he wanted was to fuck her, using his tentacles around her hips and buttocks to get her to grind onto him harder and faster, panting heavily as he fucked her through yet another orgasm.

He could feel her around him, every inch of her pussy grasping him, the hot, wet hold of her truly delectable. Hiss yowled, his head falling back onto the messy splay of pillows on the bed, though he didn't care about what a mess he made of his parent's bed. He was there, too caught up in the moment for anything else, thrusting and grinding, driving deeper and deeper, seemingly, with every single stroke.

Yet, with Ropes, Hiss could be as lost in the moment as he liked, taking on a more feral, demonic nature, even if it was highly, very much so, unlikely that he would ever feed on lust and the like as Ropes did. That was just something that was more for a true and pure demon of lust than it ever would be for him. He yowled and thrust up, though it was his claws that raked through the sheets, cutting them up, though he somewhat relished in the feeling of wrecking what was not even his to take.

If it was his parents' bed, after all, it would not be Hiss replacing it... That was one thing that he had learned to get out of very early on in their more adult relationship!

Some things, however, had him panting and howling, aching through the mere sensation of how his barbs pressed into her inner walls, the slickness of the cougaress around him. He moaned, the sound juddering slightly, as if it was struggling to rise from the back of his throat, though Hiss was right where he wanted to be, groaning deeply, letting everything that needed to fall into place.

He might not have been in much of a position to thrust anymore, with the sheets shifting and sliding under him, though he did not mind so much, not as his energy returned to him, giving him a fresh flow of lust. His tentacles twisted and writhed around Ropes, caressing her tits, though he couldn't quite get to them with his mouth when she was propped up on top of him, sitting up straighter. Her paws were not even on his chest anymore as Ropes put on a little bit of a show for him, caressing and groping her own tits, pinching her nipples, encouraging him to do even more.

"That's right, nephew," she purred throatily, tail swinging back and forth, languishing right where she was as her pussy clenched his cock deliciously once more. "Keep going... Mmm... You feel so good inside me..."

He shuddered. Why was it hot to be praised, even though it was lightly? He wanted more of that, so much more, eyes open wide and still feeling like there was something more to give inside him. His heart pounded and he groped Ropes' tits with his tentacles, rubbing over them in lieu of her paws, teasing and tweaking the nipples. They perked up cheekily and Ropes moaned, encouraging her nephew to play with her even more.

It was not as if Hiss was going to do something that she didn't like, after all, but there was just so much more of her, in a female body, to play with. Breasts were not something that guys he'd encountered had had before, so he took his time checking the sensitivity of her nipples, flicking them with the tip of his tentacles and drawing back as soft, breathy hisses broke her lips.

"Unff... Ssss...yesss...."

She rolled into his touch and Hiss groaned, letting a third climax flow through him. With his dick aching as much as it was, it was a wonder that he was able to get off at all, that he really should have been oversensitive, but everything just came together as they needed and wanted it to, pulsating and twining around. Hiss panted heavily, not even getting any words out as his pupils dilated, breath rasping more and more heavily in his chest.

And yet he felt everything, every drop that he filled Ropes with, his balls aching, spending all that he had to give. But there was so much more, as if he could get off time after time again and still be ready to go, revelling in the vitality of it all. Despite his orgasm, he felt the blood flowing through his veins, the fervent beat of his heart, how it ached and pounded within his ribcage, ears twitching, even his shoulder blades pushing back at the points at which his tentacles erupted.

Everything came together in stark, sheer clarity as his cock drooled inside her, every spurt given, though there was still very much a drip and an ooze of cum to slip forth, tenderly marking her pussy as his own. He needed it, despite everything, panting heavily as a shuddering growl finally found a way to rip itself from his chest.

"Unff... Yesssss.... Nnnrrrrggghhhh..."

That didn't sound like Hiss, but Ropes didn't catch onto that. She purred and rocked on him, though she didn't even realise that he had not realised that she had climaxed too. Truthfully, she had lost track of every last one of her orgasms, but that didn't matter, not as the urge for further ecstasy flowed through her, a deeply rooted ache and pulse that left her as needy as she had been the moment that Hiss had come onto her in the bedroom. She did not have any sense of how much time had passed, not yet, but it did not matter, not as her tail dropped a little, her pussy gripping him tightly. She didn't exactly want to let him go yet, not quite yet, but the cougar still had to swap positions, to take her time to enjoy other things. After all, there was still so very much more for her nephew to learn from her and all for her to experience with him...

Mmm... Maybe we should have done it in this form a long time ago.

However, Ropes could not stay on top forever, especially with her thighs aching like that. Maybe she should have taken on a female form with a shade more muscle to it? She wasn't so sure that that would have alleviated all that much of the strain, to be fair, but that wasn't the point. She wanted to swap positions and slipped off him, trailing all four of her tentacles around and around Hiss' hard cock as she left him, if only for a moment.

"You've done so well so far, nephew," she purred, still enjoying her role, corrupting her nephew in the teasing roleplay that they had both come up with all for their shared pleasure. "But I think you can do more... Let me rest my tired legs for a bit and show me just how you would mount a lovely lady!"

Those weren't quite the words that Ropes would have used normally, but they felt right for an aunt, her tongue swiping out salaciously over her lower lip at the same time, letting her inner desire show. Not that she didn't wear that very desire on her sleeve at all times, but there was something different.

Something different in Hiss, the cougar seeming to tower. She'd blinked and missed him slipping off the bed, his tail and tentacles lashing as if in agitation, though she had not realised that something was amiss, that something had changed. Even his eyes seemed to have darkened, but they were not quite to the point of being the revere of Ropes' but the pupil and iris, where they differentiated, was more and more difficult to discern the difference between.

But that didn't matter, not as he stalked her and pounced, his tentacles pinning her by the shoulders, Ropes' breath swept away.

"Oh, my..."

She knew that she was not in any true trouble, not even as he pinned her in a mating press, using his thighs to hold hers down as his body weighed on top of her, holding her in place exactly where he wanted her to be. The cougar let out a long, low, feral snarl, a snarl that sounded as if it should never have come from his lips. And yet it still made Ropes quiver, groaning softly in the back of her throat, finding a new, tasty nuance of lust to devour and enjoy all for herself too.

"You..." He growled, eyes half-lidded as if he was not really seeing Ropes before him. "Everything...about...you..."

Words would come to Hiss again very soon, but that didn't mean that he couldn't have fun with his aunt again in the meantime. Truly, he'd never felt like that before, as if he was vibrating, shifting out of his current reality and into another, heat curling within him, every fibre of his being set on edge. He could have raised his back in that feline fashion when needed, but his back wasn't up at that time, not as he drove into Ropes with the fervour of a cougar who was completely and utterly possessed.

He slammed in hard and fast, knowing exactly how to fuck her, all as instinct took over. Each thrust came with more and more certainty as his body rocked into a new way of being, slamming in hard and fast, the heady slop of her pussy clenching around his cock making his head spin, though he did not stop.

Unless she wanted him to...he could not stop. He thrust harder and faster, though it was a wonder that he was able to pick up the pace at all. The cougar under him twisted and writhed, though she was pinned in place for him, her tentacles holding him tightly, eagerly, running down his back and twisting all around his tentacles. There was no question in Hiss' mind about whether Ropes wanted it, her yowls and broken, breathy pants more than enough for him.

"Mmph, yes... Take me... Mmm, come on, nephew, I'm not all that fragile!"

She was not submissive, not by any means, challenging him with the glowing, white glare of her eyes, but he was more than up to the challenge. He chuffed passionately, tail flicking, and nipped at her neck, biting deeply in a mating bite as he took her, just a breeding female, no more than that to him. Every thrust struck home, barbs catching, pulling, raking all the way through, the cougar under him yowling as she tried to arch up. Even though she could barely move her body at all, while trapped under him in the mating press, that did not matter, not when she had her tentacles.

She forced him to thrust harder and faster, the slap of his hips into her thighs rising to fill the room, as if it was the beat of the only music that the two of them would ever need to find lust together. Hiss snarled, lips pulling back from his teeth, but he would not have done anything that she would not have liked, not truly, not as he fucked her out of her mind.

"Unff... Mmph..."

He couldn't get out any words as he growled, tentacles twisting around Ropes', even as the demon cougar got him to go more roughly, adjusting the angle of his hips just a little so that the barbs dug in a little harder. It was all for her, all for her stimulation, though he wasn't thinking about her. Everything that Hiss did came purely on instinct as he slammed into her, fucking her as if it was the last time that he would ever get off again, the lust and the need of his body dictating all that was to come.

The cougar climaxed under him, though the milking ripple and pulse around his cock was not enough to get him to climax. He wanted her, only her, growling deeply, savagely, lapping his lips where a taste of her blood remained there.

"Mmmm..." He finally got out, in a long, drawn-out groan. "Bitch... You just need to be fucking bred..."

He didn't have to be so rough with her, but it was something about the way that Ropes quivered under him that had him snarling once more, thrusting harder into her quivering cunt. If she didn't like it she would have said something, but the power was in his paws alone as he hammered into her deeply.

Ropes shuddered. Oh, that should not have done as much to her as it did, but sometimes it was harsher language that got her going. With her being on her back and not propped up over him, she allowed Hiss easy access to her neck and breasts as he ducked down, sucking eagerly at her nipples, letting his teeth catch and pull at them, need pounding through. Yet she didn't know what else could have come forth, only that her pussy was wetter than it had ever been, her sex contracting around him, wanting him.

She ached for his cum, even as she climaxed again, losing herself in wave after wave of pleasure, lust and passion twisting together. It was good to be fucked so hard that she truly could drift away, forgetting all else, just letting ecstasy unlike any other wash through her, dragging her under into an ocean of lust. Yet it was not there that the cougar would drown as her cunt was overstimulated, barbs forcing their way over her G-spot, bringing pleasure upon pleasure that she could not get away from.

Not that she wanted to, not as Hiss growled and spat out that she was his bitch, the sense of ferality in him exciting to her. She wanted to claw at him, to egg him on, to tell him just how much she liked being forced into that role, though it was something that Ropes very much would not have liked if she had been male.

Such was the beauty in being able to change forms like that... She could experience so much more, different ways of being, even though it was more than enough, especially then. It was enough to feel her actual son pounding her pussy full, Hiss not even considering what was to come of fucking her bareback like that. Because it wasn't as if the demoness was on any kind of protection right then. It had all just kind of happened and, well, Ropes hadn't even thought of telling Hiss to wait or put on a condom. The barbs would have made that extra difficult anyway...

No... Better to lean into the moment, to enjoy every pounding thrust as Hiss slammed in deeply, neither of them sure at all of how much time had passed. Again, she climaxed on his cock, the barbs stimulating her G-spot precisely how she liked, though it was only then that Ropes was learning more and more about her female body, just what it took to erupt into true ecstasy.

She was not a dog, but maybe, even with all her experience, there were a few new tricks left for her to learn...

She liked that. Even if that time with Hiss would not go on forever, for Hiss would only have so much stamina, in the end. Still, there was another orgasm to come as he pounded her ruthlessly, sending her whole body quivering, as if there was a knock-on reverberation through her entire body with every aching thrust. Ropes drank it all in too, the delicious passion of breeding lust swamping her as she hissed and twisted, managing to briefly shape him from his mating press into pure missionary, grinding deeply into her.

Hiss, however, could not and would not hold back orgasm as, finally, he exploded into the cougar in that position too. He howled, head thrown back, tentacles wrapped around Ropes as if he expected her to try to go somewhere, but Ropes was pinned for his passion as her legs lifted around as much of his waist as she could get them. Ecstasy raced through him as if his seed was trying to race from him as swiftly as possible, trying to spend every drop hastily.

Yet there would always be another time to come, even with Ropes, another orgasm buried inside her, the younger cougar resting assured in the nuances that passion was not yet to be set aside. He pressed his face into her tits, relishing into their heat as he sucked on each one in turn, losing track of just how many orgasms he had pushed Ropes through. It had to come, one way or the other, and he stayed buried deep as his cock ached and pulsed inside her, sending every drop deeply up inside, right where it belonged in the wanton heat of Ropes' pussy.

"Unff... Yes... Fuck..."

He didn't see Ropes still as his father, even as he nipped passionately at her neck, shuddering in the afterglow. His cock softened, just a little, but that was only because he needed something of a break, just a little, his body taking what it needed to recover even while he was still balls-deep inside her. Frankly, there was no better way or place for him to be.

"Nnggghhh," he groaned. "That was...mmm...something."

Ropes smirked up at him, batting her eyelashes.

"I'm sure it was... But you'll be ready to go again soon, hon, trust me..."

She purred, bopping him on the nose with a tentacle, though Hiss nipped at it playfully. He still wanted to fuck her rampantly, though he was a little more himself, feeding off the pheromones without allowing them to dominate him. And yet there was still ever so much more dominance that he could impart to Ropes, powering over her, his cock throbbing back to pounding, aching hardness right there within her.

Together, they tested the limits of Ropes' female form in every way that they could think of, the evening drawing on without them. They didn't need to be a part of the wider world when lust was so much more appealing.

What they did not know was that Fyr and Helena were wrapping up their shopping trip, which had run on late into the evening. Of course, darkness had fallen already and the ladies, the two dragonesses, had stopped on out for dinner, making sure that they were full and comfortable, that they had all those literal luxuries that sometimes they had not had the time for.

"Where are the guys?" Helena said, the dragoness brushing her yellow hair back from her shoulders from where it spilt down her neck in a thick mane. "I thought they'd be in the living room, gaming or something."

"Hm?" Fyr had not been listening until then, slinging her bag off her shoulder and setting it on the coat hook by the door. "What's that?"

Her daughter frowned and rocked back on her heels, tapping the toes of one foot, still in her shoe, on the hall carpet.

"What, that... Huh, that is a weird noise?"

Kind of like a grunt and a groan, all tied in together, something feminine, a creaking, a knocking noise... Fyr's lips broke into a grin while Helena groaned.

"Who is it?" She demanded. "It's got to be one of the guys, oh, god... Dad is so embarrassing!"

Fyr laughed.

"Now, now," she lightly chided her daughter. "It could be Hiss. Let's go find out, must be upstairs..."

Together, they crept up the stairs, though, truthfully, they didn't need to be as quiet as they were, for it was not as if Hiss and Ropes were going to hear them. And that was exactly how Fyr and Hel found them, Ropes on all fours by that point and grinding back with all the force she had in her body onto his cock, taking his hot length deeply up inside her pussy.

"What the hell?"

Fyr gasped, though she was more shocked at the fact that Ropes was female, rather than the fact that her husband was fucking Hiss. That was normal, even though Ropes was a top when it came to guys, not really liking it any other way. Yet even Ropes' wife was struck dumb by how her son's cock powered into the cougar's pussy, slamming in deeply as Hiss snarled out words that she never thought she would hear.

"Unff... Yes... I'm going to mark you...make you...mine...aunt...auntie..."

He growled, though he had not realised that they were being watched, not as Ropes broke into a bark of laughter and ducked her head around, tail lifting higher, enjoying being a part of the show as much as she did the discovery. She'd been caught, after all, in a lot worse situations, even though Hiss suddenly jolted to a halt within her, whiskers quivering and even his tentacles stiff.

"Wh-what?"

"Hiss! Ropes!"

Helena couldn't help herself, breaking into peals of laughter that her mother swiftly joined in on, doubling over at the waist. Fyr tried to be more restrained, but even she could not do anything else at the shock, Hiss' cheeks heating up under the brown fur of his cheeks, embarrassment spreading through him.

"Hey... Uh, hey, guys..."

The younger cougar shook a little, but it was not his fault, not really, though he wished he had not been caught in the pretence of calling Ropes his aunt, for that was more than a little embarrassing. He shook his head as if to clear the fog from it, though the sweltering pheromones that had clouded his mind to begin with were still intoxicating, dragging him back down into the pit of lust. Even though that was very much not a bad thing at all.

"Don't worry about us, guys," Fyr said, winking at her husband, though she would want an explanation for what had happened later. "You finish up in here and come down when you're good and ready..."

"If they'll ever be ready..."

"Helena!"

Fyr swatted her daughter on the arm even as she dragged her from the room, though there was only so much that she could do when she had come upon her husband in a female body, in a situation that, in any other family, would most definitely have been compromising. They did deserve, after all, to have the time to finish, even if that might have been a little difficult for Hiss.

With comparative privacy regained, Hiss growled, shuddering, his orgasm once again building as he followed the rocking of his hips and instinct, driving him to fill the richly fertile cougar under him. Ropes moaned, spurring him on, and he forgot about Fyr and Helena, his body quivering, whiskers shivering, tail lashing back and forth.

"Okay... Yessss..."

He got back into it as quickly as he could, Ropes shuddering, dropping her chest to the bed a little more. It just felt too good for her not to get into it, claws digging into the bed as she growled, letting feral, demonic need flow through. She could almost see it in the air around them, dark and pulsating, though it was merely born of lust and not the sort of thing that at all would harm anyone, not from a demon of lust. For her, after all, things were very different in that regard, never needing to do anything dark, nothing that would ever have put anyone out, especially not when she always needed a willing partner, or else she couldn't feed. She never would have taken anyone unwilling, after all.

She climaxed hard with a bellowing roar that didn't sound like it should have come from her lips at all, but it was her, all in a way that she longed for, that ultimate release, pleasure pounding her. His cock slammed in harder, barbs raking to blistering stimulation, yet the younger cougar surprised her, just at the point that she didn't think she could take a single moment more of her aching orgasm, that she was, finally, going to be too sensitive for him.

Hiss drew out with a snarl, eyes glinting, glad to be back in the moment. To hell with it if Fyr and Helena laughed, for they weren't laughing at him, though getting caught wasn't as hot to him as it was to some. He grasped his cock, slick with Ropes' arousal, jerking off roughly, the instinctive need to mark her as his overpowering. And Hiss was not the sort of cougar who wanted to hold back from those desires, needs demanding more, always more.

He snarled through climax, ecstasy upon him before his mind had caught up with what was going on, long, sticky ropes of cum splattering her backside. He marked her, lewd ropes of seed dripping down over her pussy and the backs of her thighs, so that there could be no doubt at all who had fucked her, who, at least then, Ropes belonged to.

Ropes trembled, relishing in it, though there was already cum on her stomach, on her inner thighs, drying and sticking into her fur. Just another moment of messy sex that had to be cleaned up after the fact. But, as she stretched and worked out the kinks from her body, sitting up on the bed and casting Hiss a sultry look, she knew that it was all more than worth it, all for some of the best sex that kept her interested in what new pleasures she could find, uncovering more and more as life took her in new and intriguing directions.

At least Ropes had the best kind of family to support her, even though she was a demon, not quite like them.

It was all for the best, really.

"Ugh, Hiss, you got cum in my fur..." Ropes rolled her eyes and swatted at Hiss. "You'll have to help auntie wash it all out later..."

Hiss twitched and grumbled, brushing across Ropes' face with his tail.

"Ugh, yeah, okay, okay, we can drop that now, okay?"

The roleplay, as fun as it had been, was not something to keep going with, considering things. They had an explanation to give, though it was only going to be given in part, Ropes taking Hiss' shirt to wipe off the worst of the cum from her fur, though she would have a shower as soon as she could. There was nothing like a good, hot shower, especially in that form, which seemed better able to tolerate hotter temperatures. Sometimes, when showering with femfurs, she had wondered, as a guy, if they even felt the heat at all.

But in a cougar's body that was just like that, where she could feel the heat running over her pussy and perhaps even try out the new showerhead that Fyr had snickered about before... Hm, yes, that could be very interesting indeed.

Now that Helena and Fyr knew what was going on, well... Ropes and Hiss didn't see any problem at all in going out to the living room, after they were bone-tired and glowing with the aftermath of a long, hard fuck, with nothing on but their bare fur. Ropes strutted out proudly, though even she could not help a subtle roll of her eyes as Fyr and Helena whooped and hollered, Hiss tucking his tail and tentacles down ever so slightly shyly as they got the better of him.

"Woo-hoo," Helena teased, fluttering her fingers at the duo. "Seems the lovebirds are done, did you have a good fuck then? Took you guys long enough!"

"Can you really call her a guy now?" Fyr chimed in, even the dragoness finding a considerable amount of humour in all that had come to pass, what they had found up in the bedroom. "I mean... Ropes, even I've not seen you with a pussy before!"

Ropes laughed and shook her head.

"Um, well..." She felt that she had to be honest, even though she could have used the information to surprise Fyr at a later date. "Hm, there was a time, you know, way back when we were dating. You were a little drunk..."

Fyr blushed and sat up straighter.

"What, do you mean we've fucked when you were in a female body, like this, before? And I don't remember it?"

Ropes grinned, lashing her tail back and forth, sinking back into the sofa as she sat down. Hiss, on the other paw, took the armchair, though slumped down comfortably enough; sometimes a touch of distance, even then, was needed for comfort. It had been an extra long session for him, but, well, since when was he ever going to again say that he got the chance to fuck his father as his aunt...in a female body!

Some things were well worth pushing through, after all...

Ropes stretched out, though twirling her tail back and forth, pulled lightly at very different muscles at the base of her spine than before. It was interesting to play with a body that had different erogenous zones, but she had realised one thing that, well... Hm, it was going to make everything a shade more complicated than it had to be.

"Okay, this is cute and all," Fyr said, making the first move. "But you can change back now, come on. Besides, maybe Hel and I want a bit of fun off a cougar tonight, hm?"

Fyr winked, making Ropes squirm, though it was so very rare that she was at all caught off-guard in any way. The dragoness cocked her head, curious as to why he was not doing as she had asked. Truthfully, most of the time, Ropes would have wanted to fuck again, but it was quite weird that the demon cougar was not instantly leaping into yet another round of sex in a different fashion.

"Uh..."

Ropes' whiskers quivered as she groaned and sat up a little straighter. All eyes landed curiously on her, even Hiss', despite the cougar's tiredness.

"Um, well, the thing is...I can't."

Fyr blinked.

"What do you mean? You can't change back? But you've always been able to shift forms like that before? Even if I don't remember that form..."

Ropes grunted, clearing her throat, but it did not help as much as she'd hoped. It wasn't all that bad, after all, not really. Obviously, licking her lips and blinking more slowly, more softly, she laid a paw on her stomach, though there was no rise to it, not then, even if it was to come.

"I'm pregnant, look... You know I'm a demon of lust," she said, for she certainly needed to give some kind of explanation as to that. "I can tell these things, even though it's so close to conception. I'm pregnant and, until they are born, I won't be able to change back."

Fyr rolled her eyes and muttered something, Helena giggling all the while. Hiss, however, could not have smirked more widely than he did, lips tugging up and up and up on one side of his face, chuckling throatily as he shook his head from side to side. As if he had taken on some kind of his father's more feral, demonic demeanour, his tentacles twisted around him, wavering up on either side of his head as if he was about to pounce on the pregnant cougar and take all that he wanted from her.

Again.

Ropes shivered, licking her lips, her pale, glowing eyes half-lidded with barely concealed lust. Who cared about hiding it?

With her pregnancy due to last for several months, she would be able to see just what Hiss could offer his "aunt" while she had her fun with the rest of the family too...

Who knew that trying on a dress could have ended up so delicious?