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Unfaithful

Part two of three

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Fyrdrgon

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Fyr sighed, rubbing the back of her neck as the dragoness tried to ignore the ache in her feet. Being out at the mall all day was tiring enough, yet Chemical had so much more energy than her. Why, even the dragoness and Ropes had gone on ahead together, saying that Fyr was slowing them down. She had only perched on a bench to rest for a few minutes - and they had been gone!

"Oh, where are they?"

She muttered under her breath, checking in the gaming shop, though there was no sign of Chem's bright horns or the top of Ropes' head in there over the racks containing games and other merchandise. She moved on to one of Chemical's favourite clothing shops, ducking through the racks of clothes and displays, trying to find one or the other. Of course, they were nowhere to be found and they both didn't seem able to answer their phones either.

So annoying...

She never seemed to be able to find them when she needed to, which was so awkward. Ropes was always one for wandering off, but Chemical had never been like that before. What was up with that?

Fyr took a moment to pick up a pretzel, seeing as she couldn't see them. It had been a while and she was hungry, though the dragoness didn't quite know just how they had been gone for so long or why she felt like she had to justify things like that. She felt like she should have still been hunting them down, but, well...she couldn't do that forever.

Maybe they headed to the arcade,_she thought, gladly accepting her pretzel and taking a big bite out of it. _I'll check there next, that would make sense if neither of them are checking their phones. Or maybe they're getting really crappy signal today... Weird.

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And then she looked up - and there they were! Emerging from the corridor that led down to the toilets, Ropes a little behind Chemical and the dragoness with her hair all tousled. Ropes' belt was undone and Fyr chuckled a little to herself as Chem pointed it out for the cougar to sort out his clothes. She raised her paw, grabbing their attention.

"Oh, there you two are!"

Fyr grinned, glad to have finally found them, though she spoke through a mouthful of pretzel, thick and doughy. She frowned, chewing thoughtfully.

"Chem, didn't you just go to the bathroom or something?"

The dragoness raised her eyebrows at Fyr, reaching out to snag a piece of her pretzel and claim her prize for herself.

"Yeah, what about it?" She chuckled. "Honestly, Fyr, I didn't think you wanted to keep tabs on me that much..."

Fyr rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, yeah... No, that's not what I'm doing. Your hair is just all a mess, do you want to borrow a brush?"

Chemical flinched a little, a smirk tugging at her lips.

"Ah, yeah... Yeah, I was just going in before trying to find you again and I didn't look in the mirror. Thanks, Fyr!"

Chemical laughed it off and finger-combed her green hair back into place, rubbing some of the strands between her fingers to add just a little bit of the oil, which was produced naturally from her scales, to it.

It was a good thing that Fyr hadn't headed to the toilets to find them, for she might have heard the knock of them fucking inside one of the bathroom stalls in there. They hadn't been all that quiet about it, not for a quickie, not with Chemical's breasts pressed to the wall and a wicked arch in her back.

Chemical and Ropes grew a little more open - all for the risk of it all. Sitting in a booth at a restaurant for lunch, Chemical made sure that she was beside Ropes, her paw resting possessively on his thigh.

Did Fyr ever do that to him? It made her blood boil, in a luxurious fashion, to think that Fyr was doing the same to him, on Ropes' other side. Who would Ropes choose between them?

Fyr went to the bathroom and, when she returned, Chemical was leaning in close to Ropes, almost in his lap, her paw cupped around her mouth as she whispered in his ear. Fyr cocked her head.

"What are you two old ladies gossiping about?" She asked, joking as she slipped back into the booth. "You two are ridiculous sometimes."

Chemical slipped away from Ropes with a laugh on her lips.

"Hey now!" She admonished Fyr with a wag of her finger. "Your birthday is coming up soon and I don't want you to find out what I've got planned for you!"

Fyr smiled, warm throughout.

"Aw, Chem, you don't have to get me anything."

But that very much was not what Chemical had been talking about. Ropes had a hard-on under the table, though the cougar was not all that much inclined to do anything about it when his wife could not see it.

Fyr, however, noticed that Chemical took to wearing more and more skirts when they were together, commenting on how nice her legs looked. She had no idea that Chemical was wearing skirts so that it was easier for Ropes to grope her.

Driving to the city one day, she glanced back at Chem in the back seat, smiling at her friend on her phone. Her truck was big enough for them all to ride comfortably in it and it was a lot smoother ride after she had done some maintenance on it.

Yet Fyr was completely unaware of Ropes' tentacle sliding back between the seats, hidden from her, curling up Chemical's thigh. Unless the dragoness turned all the way around from the driver's seat, she never would have known that the cougar was groping her friend's thigh while she was in the same care as her.

Subtly, Chemical adjusted her position, parting her thighs for his tentacle to slide up between them. It was just a flicker of movement, but Ropes knew how to be discreet.

"So, Chem, is there anywhere you really want to go in the city?" Fyr asked. "I know you're used to somewhere bigger, somewhere busier. This really is a small town sometimes."

"Hm..." Chem considered the question, Ropes' tentacle rubbing back and forth over her panties while Fyr focused on the road. "Good question... Maybe the game shop? But I've got the new ones... Hm... Would be good to check out some older ones though, see if any have been traded in."

"Sure thing," Fyr smiled and nodded. "We can do that. I need a new dress for a party too."

"You should get a short one," Ropes teased, bopping her on the nose with a tentacle like he wasn't sliding his other tentacle into her friend's pussy at that very moment, prying her underwear aside. "So we can see your long, sexy legs, hm?"

"Oof - Ropes! I'm driving!" Fyr wrinkled her nose. "Just where do you think I'm going to wear a dress like that? I'm not eighteen anymore..."

"You don't have to be eighteen to wear a sexy dress, Fyr," Ropes said warmly. "You can pull anything off."

Maybe that was easy for him to say when he was fucking her friend with his tentacle, taking pleasure from it too as he adjusted his position so that she wouldn't see his hard-on. Yet the cougar managed to convince Fyr to go on a date to a club, a place that Kao had told him about, even though it wasn't really her scene.

Fyr could not help but notice that Ropes paid more and more attention to Chemical, even hefting her bag over his shoulder without a second thought at all when she went from the truck or her car to the house. Her tail twitched in annoyance when he went to get her a glass of whatever she wanted to drink without even asking his wife what she wanted and she grunted in the back of her throat whenever Ropes asked Chem about her day, rather than her.

He told her that there was nothing going on, holding his wife in his arms that night in bed. Naked, Fyr growled and nipped at his lip, punishing him playfully for not paying as much attention to her as he should have done.

"Unff..."

Fyr sank onto his cock, riding him slowly: the pace that she best liked. She wanted to feel every inch of his cock, all the way down to the base and the spurs that were the most noticeable where they ringed the head of his cock. She huffed and her the tail lazily loop around his leg.

He was hers. He had told her as much.

"Mmm... You feel so good inside me."

"And you're the only one for me, honey," Ropes assured her, a glint in his glowing, pale eyes. "But it's okay, I know how it looks. It's okay... You're the only one, my only one."

He meant it, really, in the marriage sense but, well...it was an obvious lie otherwise. His tail swept wantonly back and forth over the thin comforter, though they would likely only need the cotton top sheet with the warmer weather. The cougar hissed through his teeth as his balls ached, need flowing through him, wanting to fuck her rough, to shove her face into the pillows and make her scream his name.

He yowled for her, but Chemical would have wanted him to fuck her hard, as long as they had the time and the space to take one another just as they wanted to. Fyr, however, did not have the lust that Chemical had for him to feed from.

But Fyr's instincts, of course, were correct, even if the dragoness had chosen to believe her husband and not think that he was messing with her.

When out to eat at a burger place, just a stop in on a mini road trip, she pursed her lips at them talking, their voices low. Coming back to the table with their food, they acted normal, yet if she had seen them from a distance, not knowing who they were, Fyr may well have thought that the two of them were together.

She didn't like that thought, yet jealousy did not belong in her heart. She'd seen jealousy before and it was not for her, oh no.

"Huh, Ropes..."

Fyr leaned over, passing a napkin to him, though she didn't want to embarrass her husband.

"Your muzzle," she said quietly, making sure that no one else could hear. "It's a little...damp, cat."

"Oh!" Ropes smiled, taking the napkin and sliding his other arm around her waist. "Thanks, Fyr."

It was not the term of endearment that a part of Fyr wanted to hear, though she was still glad to be able to help him out a little. She cast a strange look at Chemical. That was something that a wife did for her husband, of course, not a friend: making sure they were comfortable and, as ever, looking their best.

Of course, Fyr did not know what Ropes had been doing with his muzzle only a short time ago. Maybe the dragoness would have seen things very differently.

Another day, Ropes checked his phone to find a very interesting message from Chemical. Setting aside the video game controller, he raised an eyebrow and opened the message to a picture of the dragoness' pussy in soaked panties, clinging to the outline of her folds.

Chemical: Thought you might like to see what you're missing out on today, kitty.

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His eyebrow twitched. He would get her back for that nickname, sooner or later. But when she was sending him pictures like that, it was just about bearable. He let her get away with things that he never would have tolerated from Fyr.

It was just a different kind of relationship.

Ropes: I'm not missing out if you're sending pics like that.

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Ropes: Send more.

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Chemical: If you return the favour.

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Oh, she would do that. He was up for the challenge, however, and snapped a few pictures, pulling his shorts down to free his rising erection, fussing with the angle to show off the fleshing-out spurs. It wasn't something that the cougar had done before, but he gave it his best shot, shooting the phone camera a smirk as he snapped another pic and sent them through to Chemical.

Chemical: Nice, but I'm still nicer.

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He growled, gripping his cock and taking a quick pic of the bubble of pre-cum at the tip. That last photo she'd sent had been of her sprawled out on her bed, where they had fucked recently, the sheets under her pussy damp with her arousal. The dragoness' fingers, three, were buried in her pussy, clearly fingering herself.

He sent her another picture back, though grunted in discontent when he didn't get a response.

"Ropes?"

Fyr came around the corner into the living room before he could get his cock away, the cougar caught with his cock out and tentacles twisting around him. He was barely clothed, his shorts shoved down and his chest bare.

Far from being surprised by his state of undress, his wife smirked and rocked back on her heels, her phone in her paw.

"Never thought you'd be one to send me a flirty pic like that," she said, licking her lips. "You could have just told me if you wanted some fun... But I appreciate the effort too, cat."

Ropes raised an eyebrow, though it didn't take much thinking to work out exactly what had happened there. Instead of sending the last photo to Chemical, it had accidentally gone to his wife instead.

Oops. Kind of.

"Yeah, I just thought you might like it, you know."

Ropes grinned, knowing that she'd buy it. Of course, his wife knew that he wasn't one to send nudes but, well, she'd always wanted him to get flirtier by text message. So, it wasn't entirely a bad thing.

And it was all worth it when Fyr took the initiative to get down on her knees and suck his cock, though his tentacles were more than capable of getting her out of her dress at the same time. He popped the buttons at the back of her neck and slid down the zip, feeding her arms out of the short sleeves and letting it pool down around her waist.

She was up for a lot that time and Ropes took full advantage of it, thrusting into her sweet muzzle deeply, letting her wrap her tongue around and around him, dragging it back, her saliva slick along his full length. She knew how to please him, though Fyr didn't all that often give him a blowjob - not anymore. It was more about mutual pleasure for them both, though Ropes appreciated the attention and adoration of his cock all the more when her lust was high, flickering back and forth in the air like a tangible force.

"Umph..."

He grunted, thrusting into her maw, taking a rougher moment as he wound his tentacles around her neck and head. Even though they were firm with her, they were not tight enough, of course, to cut off her air flow in the slightest, though Ropes would rather have liked to grip a pair of horns rather than her frills. Even then, the cougar could not deny that he was thinking of Chemical even as his wife sucked his cock, her tongue flicking tantalisingly over the tip in that little trick that she thought was unique to her.

He may never tell her that her tricks were not unique to her but, well...Fyr was not to know that.

He did, eventually, pin her down against the sofa, her dress pooled around her hips where they were too wide to let it slide off entirely. The cougar merely shoved her underwear to the side and out of the way to fuck her, sliding deep as his barbs caught and stimulated her.

Later, when Ropes was resting, Fyr caught sight of his phone and the numerous messages blinking in the corner of the screen. She shook her head. It was past nine in the evening, though the cougar had been so busy with her he hadn't checked his phone, clearly.

"Who's sending Ropes so many messages at this time?

She checked his phone, not seeing any reason not to, but...it was locked by password so she could not see. The dragoness cocked her head.

Ropes had never done that before.

Unease stirred in the pit of her belly, but she pushed it aside. It was a new phone, of course. It had to have been one of the security features that they forced into place, making him choose a password before even letting him set up the phone. She had faced the same issue.

Still, why had he kept it?

She didn't ask Ropes, though perhaps she should have.

Fyr was still home the next day, not working, when Chemical came by "just to drop something off." Fyr lamented she wasn't able to stay and chat but headed back to the computer to do something for her agricultural work, something boring - Ropes hadn't really paid all that much attention to it.

He'd been too busy biting Chemical's neck in the entranceway to their home, his paw thrust down her pants to finger her pussy. There was no time, not enough time - but he'd tried his luck anyway, Chemical trembling in his grasp, bucking her hips and arching her back.

"Unff... Fuck..."

She moaned, rolling her hips up to him, clearly wanting more. But Fyr was so near and there was no telling just when she would emerge from the downstairs office. They'd only have a few seconds to jump apart and sort their clothes if she appeared.

And the risk was absolutely intoxicating.

They didn't get to finish that time, of course, and Ropes was left with a hard-on that his wife definitely could not satisfy. His lust was up and he longed for something, after all, that Fyr simply could not provide.

It was not her fault that she was not enough, not in that regard. He was just lusting for someone else.

He did manage to finish on a video call that night with Chemical, however, hiding out down in the laundry room, though Fyr would not find it odd that he was not in bed with her, for a little while. He didn't sleep, technically, but he did rest with her at night.

The dragoness had been so hot on the call, taking their sexting to another level with the video call, whispering in his ear to help him jack off until he yowled and painted the side of the dryer with his seed. That had been a pain to clean up so Fyr's eagle eye would not spot it, though the cougar was nothing if not thorough.

Fyr seemed more suspicious when they went to a local spa for a full day out - kindly paid for by Chemical, of course. Slipping into the hot tub with Chemical and Fyr was a risk indeed, though Ropes knew exactly how to play it off. For he had not only toyed with Chemical in the hot tub, sliding his tentacle into her bikini bottoms to play with her pussy and tease into her sex, but did the same for Fyr too.

Oh, it was too funny to see Fyr trying to control herself, thinking that Chemical didn't know what was going on when the other dragoness was in the same situation, trying to keep herself under control. His tentacles all acted independent of one another, yet Fyr's blush had darkened even the red scales on her cheeks as he'd pried at her folds. Unlike Chemical, however, Fyr had not allowed Ropes' tentacle inside her.

He fucked both dragonesses that day: Fyr first, in the car, and then heading out to Chemical's place that evening. Fyr thought he was getting groceries and picking up takeaway food for them - and he was, but he was filling Chemical's pussy and then her tail hole first. He had to satisfy his hunger too, of course, and that was at the forefront of Ropes' mind rather than spending any time on physical sustenance.

When he went home, of course, he blamed the time that he had taken on traffic. It was a bit rough when he went into town, after all, some kind of event on that snarled up the smaller roads. A city wouldn't have had such an issue, but Fyr scoffed at the idea of living in a city. It just wasn't her.

The sneaking around went better than Ropes could have imagined, Fyr brushing off things that she really shouldn't have. It made him bolder than he ever had been before, seeing just how far he could take things with his fling. Whereas he had "sort of" pushed the limits with others, he hadn't gone all the way with anyone - which the cougar more than counted as being a faithful husband, just like Fyr wanted.

Chemical, however... Yeah, he had thrown everything out the window when it came to Chemical.

Finally, Ropes got the chance to take Fyr out to the club that he had been looking to go to since Kao had brought it up with him. Fyr's brother, Kao, headed out with them too, the pulsing music and beat driving his feet as he danced and danced and danced. Lights flashed, sweeping in various colours over the crowd, drinks guzzled and lusts aroused.

The club was a great place to pick up a partner to warm the bed for the night, as well as getting an experience like no other. While Fyr was busy laughing at her brother's antics on the dancefloor (he was a good dancer really, just rather exuberant for the tastes of most there), Ropes took the chance to take Chemical out through the back door, beyond the toilets.

"Mmm..."

Chemical kissed him passionately, not caring who saw as they broke the kiss, a thin string of saliva connecting their lips for a moment. No one there knew them and they could take what they wanted from each other, even as she dropped to her knees before him.

"Ugh, have you seen Ropes?"

Fyr rolled her eyes, more than a little tipsy as she leaned on Kao, her brother supporting her, but only under duress.

"I dunno, Fyr," he huffed. "Can't you keep tabs on your own husband?"

Fyr pushed him away with a scoff, stumbling through the club and clutching at other anthros.

"Excuse me... Hey... Hey... Have you seen a puma? Like, sandy coloured? Yeah, no worries... No problem, thank you, thank you..."

She made her way through the crowd, even checking with the bartenders. Everyone had to be fobbing her off, for there could be no possible way that no one had not seen Ropes. He had been there - with her!

It didn't cross her mind that Chemical was gone. She'd spotted Chemical flirting with a big wolf a little earlier and, well, she didn't mind what Chem got up to as long as she was safe and well. She'd check in with the dragoness in a bit by text to make sure that she was alright, but Chemical was more than able to look after herself most of the time.

"Excuse me... Have you seen... Ugh..."

Most others at the club turned away from her, thinking that she was just chasing after someone that, most likely, had left her there. They didn't know her and they most certainly didn't know her story.

Only when she headed out into the back, missing the door to the bathrooms and finding the alley instead, did she see a familiar shape.

"Hey, Ropes..." She said, slurring slightly. "What are you doing out here? Been looking...everywhere for you..."

Ropes glanced back at her, facing away, as if towards the wall. The front of his body was hidden and the dragoness furrowed her brow.

"Uh... What... What are you doing?"

It was difficult for her to form the words, nothing quite making sense. She peered past him, chancing that she caught the shadows moving. But that was silly.

Of course, Chemical had been there, down on her knees for her cougar stud, sucking down his cock. It was a good thing that the feline had just cum, so he could, feasibly, tuck his cock away without turning to his wife with a hard-on out in the open.

"Just came out to take a leak," he said easily, turning back to her even as he was stuffing his cock back in his pants. "It's packed in there."

Of course, she believed him. Why wouldn't she? With her mind fuzzy with alcohol and a comfortable sense of inebriation, Fyr didn't really feel as if there was anything else at play there for her to even consider, let alone worry about.

Ropes smirked as he wrapped his arm around her, heading back inside, good-naturedly taking her light-hearted scolding about peeing outside "like an animal." Frankly, he had done a lot worse outside than take a piss.

"Come on, let's go find Kao."

Chemical hunkered down behind one of the bins, rolling her eyes. It was lucky, a very close call indeed, that Fyr had not spotted her, but, well, that was part of what made the whole deal as exciting as it was. Not that the dragoness had envisioned hiding behind a waste bin at the back of the club after giving her stud a blowjob, however...

It was just one of many close calls but it was not long after that night that Chemical and Ropes pushed things just a little too far.

It was always going to happen eventually.

When she rejoined Fyr and Ropes in the club, Kao still off somewhere, most likely with a quick fling of his, Fyr gave her a strange look.

"Hah, Chem..." She reached out and scooped her finger across the side of Chemical's snout, a drunken giggle on her lips. "Did you have one of those sweet cocktails? The ones with cream on top?"

Fyr laughed and sucked the "cream" off her finger, completely ignorant as to where it had, in fact, come from. She made a face, complaining that it was bitter, though didn't catch Ropes and Chemical smirking at one another.

The lust that the dragon and the cougar had for one another, however, could not be stopped. Even when they pushed one another into riskier and riskier situations, challenging the course of their twisted, lustful relationship.

Fyr was the one to invite Chemical over for a movie night, even though she had no idea at all what was going on, that Chem was fucking her husband right there under her nose. If she had noticed anything out of the ordinary, it was not yet in the forefront of her mind enough for her to do anything about it.

Maybe in time.

Or maybe Ropes and Chem would get away with things for even longer. They would be there to play it all out, to see just what was to take place.

"Mm..."

Fyr murmured, exceedingly comfortable snuggled up with Chem and Ropes on the sofa. Chemical's tail was even draped over her feet, keeping them warm, and Fyr tried to stay as still as possible so she didn't disturb it. It was a weight that she liked, like being hugged without actually having any arms around her.

Ropes was in the middle of them, however, and Fyr cuddled up to him, the cougar dressed in just a pair of shorts. Fyr ran too hot to always wear pants around the house so had gone for just a pair of panties and a loose T-shirt, though she was pushing things a little by going without a bra. She preferred to be comfortable, though she had always wanted to be modest wearing the correct clothes when she was around anyone other than her husband. Chemical was close enough to her she could forgo things like that.

So, at the very least, she could be comfortable.

Fyr nuzzled into his neck and shoulder as Chemical leaned forward a little, lips slightly parted.

"Do you mind if I share your husband too?" She said, a giggle playing through her tone. "He's so warm...and fluffy! Sorry, Ropes, you don't know what it's like to not have fur! Scales are just so dull and cold sometimes."

Ropes would have said that he didn't find her scales dull or cold at all while they were fucking, though that was not the matter. Fyr sat up a little straighter, stiffening against him.

"Um..." She shook her head. "Well, uh... Yeah, I guess?"

Fyr wasn't entirely comfortable with it, but, well...what could she really say? It was just Chemical.

The dragoness, however, didn't snuggle into Ropes like she was his partner, no, for which Fyr was appreciative. Chemical did press into the cougar but also grabbed a blanket from the side table, draping it over the two of them and partially over Fyr too, so they were all bundled up. The night, after the milder warmth of the day, had dropped quite suddenly and was chilly. Sometimes, summers were like that, never quite knowing what to dress for, though they all appreciated a little cooler weather, even if their bodies could not quite adapt to it all that easily.

It was okay, however, as they settled down together, though Fyr didn't know what was going on under the blanket. She was ignorant to the little nudges and touches, Ropes' tentacles wriggling back and forth, stroking over her thighs, teasing in closer and closer to her sex.

Chemical, however, could not swiftly open her legs for him, no - that would have alerted Fyr. It was the riskiest that they had ever taken things, so close to Fyr, though it had not been planned, no, not in the slightest. Ropes licked his lips, slouching a little more into Fyr so she wouldn't suspect anything, though he was starting to consider just how observant Fyr was after all that they had got away with so far.

Things had changed. In a good way, for them. But not for Fyr. Yet Ropes was too far gone to care about things like that, his lust guiding him, challenging him to see just how far he could go and what he could do.

He had two hot dragonesses to fuck and the demon in him wasn't willing to let either of them go. Why couldn't he have it all?

"Hm?" Fyr raised her head, the movie entering a quiet part. "You okay there?"

Ropes had not realised that he had jostled the blanket, but he purred and kissed her forehead, his fingers crawling up Chemical's inner thigh to her pussy.

"Yeah, honey," he purred, letting her lean into his touch a little more. "It's all okay, sorry I disturbed you. Let's enjoy the movie, I know you've been waiting to see this one for a while."

That was true and Fyr settled down a little more again as tension crackled between Chemical and Ropes. How could she not feel that, the sizzling, sparking electricity in the air?

Yet it was all for the best as Chemical managed to get her thighs apart for him, a tentacle squirming under the blanket and between them, the tip pressed to her panties. It had already wormed its way into the leg of her shorts and worked slowly on getting into her panties, until the tip ground up against the slickness of her pussy.

Chemical gulped, swallowing a moan. Fuck, it was hard to stay quiet, though she very much wanted everything to play out there, so she could feel and adore it all. She licked her lips and leaned back, allowing him more room to work as he pressed his tentacle inside her.

The cougar shuddered. She could feel just how he was suppressing a growl, the tremble in his chest. Fyr shifted again and they stilled, trying not to alert her to the fact that something, anything, was going on.

Her tail twitched, though she wanted more, so much more. Fortunately for Chemical, everything was just as it needed to be, Ropes more of a demon than he was a cougar, his lips twitching as he lifted his head and he suppressed a snarl.

Chemical shivered. Fuck, that was hot.

In the dark room, Fyr didn't see the hard-on in his shorts as the cougar rose, feeding his wicked persona. He was where he wanted to be, well and truly, but he wanted to make sure that Fyr didn't interrupt him. For he couldn't have Chemical in the way that he wanted with Fyr there and awake and it was not as if they could just leave the house that night to fuck and do as they pleased.

So, he hid his erection, turning away from Fyr, and grabbed them all drinks from the kitchen. Only light alcohol, enough for flavour with a fruity twist that Fyr had been liking recently.

"Oh, thanks!"

Ropes winked to Chemical as he handed a specific glass to Fyr. The dragoness didn't know what he had done, but she still caught on that something was going on as they all curled back up together.

Slowly but surely, Fyr's eyelids grew heavier and heavier, though the movie was an action one, laced with the essence of a thriller, that she had really wanted to see. Her nose dipped and jerked back up, trying so very desperately to stay awake, though she just couldn't help herself.

"Mm..."

Chemical watched, fascinated as the dragoness drooped, struggling to cling onto consciousness. Even though it took a long, long time for her to succumb to sleeping pills, as they simply just were not all that effective on her, her grip on the surrounding world simply wasn't there.

She tried to focus on the movie, watching as closely as she could. Yet the soft fuzziness surrounding her was alluring making it more difficult for her to notice that the blanket was twitching increasingly.

She should have caught the drag of it over her scales.

She should have noticed Ropes and Chemical whispering to each other.

She should have seen Ropes turning to Chemical, his eyes glowing more intensely.

But she didn't. Not as she slumped into the cushions and barely concentrated at all on the movie, every scrap of her consciousness overtaken by staying awake. She just had to stay awake, but there was more going on than met the eye.

"Do you think they'll fall asleep completely?"

Chemical half-turned, wanting to straddle Ropes' lap but not sure if she could go that far. Wouldn't Fyr realise?

Ropes shook his head.

"Maybe... Not for a while..."

Fyr blinked, not comprehending what was happening. She could put most strange things down to background noise in the movie, her senses softened and dulled. Plus, she really wanted to see what was going to happen in the movie.

Finally, Fyr slipped away, passing out sweetly on the sofa with a low snore that Ropes' sensitive ears picked up. Tucking her to the side, Ropes tenderly covered with the blanket, even though his demonic side was out in force, his tail lashing the air as if he was preparing to strike, waiting to pounce. He slid a pillow under her head so that she would not get a sore neck from lying uncomfortably on the sofa.

He loved her, still, of course. That was not something that would have ever crossed his mind, to make her uncomfortable. But he wanted Chemical more than he wanted her that night - and Ropes was not the kind of cougar who had ever been denied what he wanted.

Leaving Fyr on the sofa, Chemical and Ropes slipped away to the master bedroom, where Fyr would have slept if she hadn't collapsed on the sofa, dead to the world. Chemical backed into the room, Ropes' tentacles all over her, crawling under her clothes, halfway to stripping her already.

"You're sure she won't wake up then?" Chemical asked breathlessly, though, truth be told, she wouldn't have minded all that much anyway, being caught in the act. "Mmm... Oh..."

His tentacle ground into her, stretching out her pussy a little more. They didn't need words, not when their lips were barely apart, need rising, flowing through like the consistent pump of blood around their bodies. Kissing one another was as natural as breathing as they tumbled into bed together, Ropes' tentacles making quick work of stripping Chemical of every single article of clothing that she had on her body.

He ripped her panties in the process. Neither cared.

Ropes groaned, getting behind Chemical on the bed, shoving her torso down into the mess of pillows. Fyr would have hated if her pillows had got messed up, but she wasn't going to wake up in time to notice. He grunted, filling her smoothly, the thick length of his cock ploughing into her, right into the pussy where it belonged.

"Mmm... Ah, yes..."

It was a quick fuck, that first round. All the teasing on the sofa had riled them up to such a point that they simply could not have held back anymore, even if they had wanted to. Ropes snarled, lips pulling back from his teeth, winding tentacles around Chem as if to lock her down, to hold her in place. The dragoness, however, wasn't going anywhere as he slammed into her, neither trying to be quiet at all.

Maybe that was a risk, but they trusted those sleeping pills a little too much with Fyr.

Chemical moaned as orgasm took her, a tentacle rubbing over her clit, though it was clumsy and awkward, Ropes' attention not fully on her. He was focused on his pleasure, on satisfying the need that trembled through him, rising in his chest and roaring, demanding that he pay attention to it, one way or the other. His claws dug sharply into Chemical's hips as he fucked her, almost pulling all the way out of her needy cunt before slamming back in again. He let it all come, thrust after thrust, her pussy gripping him furiously, need claiming them both.

He yowled as he filled her, thick spurts of urgent seed filling her pussy, marking her folds with his cream. It was all needed, all so very much, and he leaned over her, relaxing his hold while he relished in the climax.

Ropes, of course, didn't need any time to get hard again and Chemical was more than happy to go for another round as he gently used a tentacle to clean her out, scooping his seed out of her. She was more than wet enough already as he sat her on his face, sixty-nining with Chemical lying on top of him to take his aching hard-on into her muzzle. The cougar had to bend his head up a bit to get his muzzle to her pussy, though he would have borne through any manner of discomfort for Chemical.

All for lust.

Lust was everything to him, thrusting hard into her muzzle as he suckled on her clit, playing with it with his lips, tugging and pulling. It would be easy to get her off, but he still dragged it out a little more, his tongue lashing down to her entrance and dragging back up to her clit, all to give her all the pleasure that she could ever have craved.

"Mmmmm..."

Chemical hummed around his cock, trying to relax into pleasure. Yet her tail lashed back and forth too urgently for her to care about easing out tension from her body. She just needed him, the weight of his cock in her mouth, better able to wind her tongue around his dick and play with the slit at the tip too. If she was careful, in such a position, she could dip and slide her tongue over and lightly against the slit, though it was a sensitive part of his shaft and he needed more, so much more.

His tentacles wound around her, hefting up the base of her tail and exposing her anal ring. Chemical murred as he teased the tip of a tentacle against her pucker, dipping and investigating as he if as going to penetrate her right then and there.

"Ah..." Chemical moaned, arching her back, revelling in the moment as he teased the sensitive nerve endings down there. "Mmm... I've been practising, you know."

The cougar paused in lapping her pussy, an eyebrow raised.

"Practising what?"

Chemical smirked, nudging the cat's cock with the tip of her nose, though his tentacles still toyed with her body, tempting at more.

"Anal play, with toys," she purred, though not giving everything away, not yet; she had her own air of mystery to her too. "Just to get ready... I wanted that cock of yours inside my hole so long ago."

Of course, Chemical didn't mean her pussy, oh no. She longed for more, rolling her hips back, her buttocks over his head. The dragoness moaned openly and licked her lips, the back of her tongue catching his cock in the process.

"Then let's see just how deep I can get inside you, slutty dragoness..."

"Hah!" Chemical snorted. "I'm not a slut, no... If anyone is, you're the cat-whore around here, fucking your wife's bestie, hm?"

It was all meant in fun, especially as he let Chemical sit astride his hips, a tentacle sliding into her pussy while another tentacle positioned his cock at her tail hole. She caught her breath, exhaling slowly, as he pressed inside her, her hips sinking so that he could stretch open her tail hole, not for the first time, more and more. It was the first time that she had taken Ropes into her backside, however, and the added penetration from a tentacle squirming into her pussy made it all the better for her.

She clung onto another tentacle of his as he fed it to her lips, letting her suck it down, her tongue swirling around and around. Chemical moaned, riding his cock and tentacle, lost in pleasure, a shudder wracking her as she lost control and slipped into yet another orgasm.

She longed for more, loving the notion that Fyr was downstairs, that she had no idea what was going on. And she was fucking her friend's very own husband in the bed that they shared together! Was it even considered their marriage bed? Of course, she knew Fyr was still sleeping with Ropes, so they still had a sex life, but Fyr just couldn't give him what a demon of lust needed.

Chemical could justify it however she wanted. She was still going to take what she wanted, regardless of the reality of everything.

With his cock rammed up under her tail, she groaned, letting him fuck her, a tentacle curling strongly around her waist to help raise and lower her hips. Even though Chem was on top, it was Ropes who was in control, taking care of the speed and the power, double filling her as even stimulation on his tentacles worked him up increasingly.

Ropes groaned, powering down with his hind paws into the bed and thrusting up, intent only on taking her, on filling her, on feeling her cream on his tentacle. Oh, how he needed it, though Ropes would have fucked every day if he had the chance, every hour, even. He hissed through his teeth, his mind flickering from one note of pleasure to another, twisting his head back and forth, eyes glowing even more sharply than usual.

His demonic side swirled around him, need rising. Fuck, he needed her, though it was just sex to him, just lust. He could have just as easily fucked someone else that got him all hot and ready, but Chemical had been in the right place at the right time. That he very much was not meant to fuck her made it all the hotter for him, his skin prickling and his hackles rising, tail flicking back and forth hypnotically.

Pleasure swept through him, as if he was dipping his entire body in warm water, toes curling. With her head thrown back, Chemical cried out around his muffling tentacle as he brought her to orgasm, her need still great. Yet Ropes was determined to seed her arse too and did so with a feral howl: the loudest that he had let out yet.

They were risking it all, but, well...there was only so much that they felt able to do. They had already gone too far, passion rising, heating their bodies in perfect unison. Her tail twisted to the side, as she relaxed on top of him, his cock achingly hard and still crammed into her tail hole as every drop was spent where it belonged. Her body belonged to the cougar and Chemical, in some way, had laid claim to him also.

Only, she'd never be the only one that he fucked.

After sex, they slipped into the shower so they could clean up, having another round with the cool water teasing heat from skin and scales. Her tail hole accepted his cock even more readily that second time as the cougar really pushed her limits by stretching out her pussy with two tentacles at once.

"Mmmmm... No one fucks me like you do, Ropes."

They separated that night to other rooms, though Ropes did not sleep, even if he went to bed. Fyr was a little sore in the morning when she woke but did not realise that anything at all was amiss.

"Morning, honey," Ropes said, tail swishing as he put a cup of coffee on the small table beside the sofa. "Are you okay? You were so tired last night, I didn't want to wake you."

In the kitchen, a piece of toast in her mouth, Chem snickered.

"Oh... Did I..." Fyr yawned. "Did I fall asleep on the sofa?"

"Yeah," Ropes said, playing everything off as smoothly as he ever had. "But it's okay, I tried to make sure you were comfortable. You should have a warm bath, in case you're sore."

"That sounds like a good idea, cat."

Fyr shook her head and apologised to Chemical for falling asleep on movie night, though the dragoness, of course, waved it off. She had had the better night, even though Fyr didn't know it.

The dragoness, however, was not quite as slow to catch on as they thought. She'd wondered why Chemical wanted to cuddle with Ropes, when it was not as if the feline was the "cuddly" type of anthro to begin with. And she'd seen how close they had been getting, how they barely left any distance between them when they were walking.

Even though Ropes had always teased and flirted, there seemed to be more teasing directed at Fyr and more simmering flirting pointed at Chemical. She had tried to ignore it at first; she knew what Ropes was like. But then Ropes had taken to helping Chemical with little things and disappearing more often.

Like when they had been at the club and she hadn't known where he'd gone.

And out shopping.

And while they'd been walking around the agriculture show that she'd dragged him to.

Fyr shook herself, sitting in the back, thinking it all through. The water lapped softly at her scales, though she still needed to lean into it, relaxing softly, trying to slow down the frantic pace of her thoughts. Even then, her heart beat more swiftly, urging her to fret.

Maybe it's all in my head, she thought. Or maybe I should be paying all this more heed than I am...

_ _

She would watch and she would check things out, she vowed to herself. And she was sure, of course, that she wouldn't find anything at all amiss.

Because she loved her husband.

And Ropes would never cheat on her.

Continued in part three of three...