This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.
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Cuckolded by Her Mother
Chapter 1
"Ropes?"
Fyr paused at the foot of the stairs, one paw on the banisters as her tail curled gently back and forth. Dressed in her work clothes, she slipped off her low heels, suitable enough for her job, but they had always said she should have dressed up more nicely. She'd hoped that day it was good enough and, if not, well, she was more than good enough at her job. It kept them going while they were getting the farm up and running at least.
Something bumped in the bedroom, directly above her head, and the dragoness frowned, halfway through the motion of hanging up her jacket. What on earth could that be? And what the heck was that damn husband of hers doing?
"Ropes?" She cupped her paw to her muzzle, directing her voice a little better. "What are you doing up there?"
Her cougar husband growled from the bedroom and she frowned as the thumps and bumps intensified, taking on a certain rhythm and frequency that was both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. She shook her head. He was a strange cat sometimes, but maybe that was just another weird thing she had to put down to his demonic tendencies. He was, after all, a being of lust. Not that she minded.
Or, at least, she'd thought she hadn't minded.
Each step up the stairs should have told her to turn back and yet Fyr continued resolutely on, already imagining what kind of crazy project she would find her husband wrapped in. The dragoness even chuckled to herself, smoothing down a rough edge to the scales on her neck; they needed moisturising once again. Such was the life of a dragoness who cared for her well being and the very baseline of her care and appearance.
"Ropes?"
It didn't matter how many times she called his name, the cougar was never going to hear her. But she didn't realise just how occupied her husband was until she pushed open the bedroom door to find him balls deep inside another dragoness. And not just any other dragoness - her own mother!
Sasha, the divine blue dragoness who had birthed her all those years ago, moaned loudly, her legs wrapped around Ropes' waist. The cougar huffed shortly, curved nostrils flared, and rammed into her, holding her legs up around him as she stretched her arms back over her head. Her body was yet to tell of her years and maturity, despite the light pull of gravity on her breasts, and envy flickered up briefly in Fyr, her mind struggling to comprehend just what she was seeing. Her mother's wings were folded beneath her back, claws digging into the sheets as she rocked her hips back up to meet each and every single one of Ropes' driving thrusts.
Fyr stared, dumbstruck, and stepped back, pulling the door nearly all the way back into the frame. What more could she have done? What response could ever possibly be the right one when a dragon walks in on her very own husband cheating on her? Her head spun and she leaned against the wall as the hallway swayed sickeningly around her. The beat of the headrest of their bed hitting the wall drove the pounding in her head to a brutal crescendo and she pressed her paw over her mouth to muffle her moan of sheer and utter horror.
Ropes...cheating? How could he? The dragoness knew she should have been angry and curled her paw into a fist because she knew it was what emotion she was supposed to feel. She was supposed to scream and throw things and beat the living hell out of her husband for daring to sleep with another - her own mother nonetheless!
Unable to help herself - what could she really be giving him that she couldn't? - Fyr cracked the door and dropped to her knees, taking in the scene for a second time. Maybe she'd imagined it all. Maybe it wasn't real. But, no, there they were, caught up in their lust as Ropes' tentacles caressed Sasha's body from muzzle to tail, leaving no scale untouched.
Something burned under her scales and the tip of her tail flicked back and forth, refusing to be still.
"Come on, you big kitty-cat," Sasha taunted him in a low hiss, eyes gleaming with good-natured mischief. "Is that the best you got? Why don't you really thrust? Fuck me like you're filling my daughter in the height of her heat. I want to see just how well you've been breeding her."
Fyr suppressed a groan and, peering through the crack, left the lovers to it, knowing that she should leave, but rooted in place all the same. Eyes riveted to her husband's muscled rump as he pounded her mother, Fyr hugged her own tail to her chest, one paw creeping down the front of her trousers to tease over her suddenly overly sensitive pussy lips. She trembled, fluttering a fingertip over her swollen nub of a clit as Sasha clung to the cougar, wings spreading out in a shivering, translucent swathe of soft skin, back arched and climax imminent.
The dragoness tried to shake herself out of it, pinching her arm as if a burst of pain could toss her from the dream and back into a screaming reality. But nothing could drown out the lustful groans and the rise and fall of their bodies, shivering on the brink of illicit ecstasy. And Fyr watched on, drinking in every moment like a creature who had not known she'd been dehydrated until she drank and drank and drank.
And, although she didn't want to admit to her feelings, she could not deny the reaction of her body, how her snatch ached to be filled and stretched out with her husband's cock after he'd fucked her mother. Did she...like it? Fyr bit her lip. Did she honestly, truly like the fact that Ropes was cheating on her, right before her very eyes? The fact that she couldn't tear her eyes away told a tale that her thoughts would not admit to.
Pushing two fingers into her dripping cunny - when had she gotten that aroused? - Fyr squeezed her paw around her muzzle, holding back her moans as Ropes' thrusts grew rougher and rougher. Slamming into her mother, the cougar yowled like a feral cat as he shuddered, spending every drop of seed he had to give into her needy pussy.
And Fyr woke with a start, sitting bolt upright in bed with her heart hammering.
Awake. She struggled to comprehend her own consciousness. She was awake? How could she be awake? But the dream had felt so very real! Had it all just been her subconscious after all? She patted the empty space in bed beside her, blinking in the dawn light, still dimmed by the curtains pulled taut over the windows.
Lust tingled in the pit of her belly and Fyr hissed through her teeth, one emotion after the other crashing into her so that she could not pause to address one individually. Growling, she thrust them away and drew her knees up to her chest.
Clinging to the bed sheets, the dragon gulped air, fighting to take stock of the situation. It took her several long moments to actually convince herself that she was in her own bed and not crouched by the door watching her husband seed her mother. She closed her eyes, chin on top of her knees as she shivered in a cold sweat. But it had all felt so real, so very, very real.
What the heck kind of dream was that? Why had she even had such a dream? And what was so wrong with her that she found it such a turn on? Fyr's eyes bulged out of her skull and she leaned her head down into her paws, rubbing her temples in small, soothing circles, though there seemed to be nothing that could be done to soothe her drilling headache.
But there was one fact that could not be ignored. Hot-faced, she reached under the cover and her nightclothes, light enough to be comfortable as the weather turned warmer still, seeking out her soft lips. She wore no underwear under her nightclothes and the dragoness rolled her head back with a soft, breathy moan as she stroked her wet lips, arousal making them slick and so very easy for her to glide a fingertip over. She twisted her cheek down to her shoulder, panting shallowly, and eased two digits and then a third into her dripping sex, shoulders trembling.
Oh, it was so hard to be quiet, but, like in her dream, she simply could not help herself. The thought of pleasuring herself to the wicked memory of pleasure was too great to resist. Driving her fingers into her hot passage, the dragoness purred softly, throat vibrating as she stretched out her wings much as Sasha had in her dream. Circling her clit with her fingertips, she bore down softly as she became more used to the pressure, her lust rising and rising.
Oh... She rolled her head from shoulder to shoulder. How she wished that she could walk in on Ropes with another female just like that, exactly like that. Balanced on the edge of a quick, sharp climax, the dragoness rocked her hips up, grinding onto her own paw as she whimpered, jaw clenched. Too close!
Footsteps on the stairs jerked her from her daydream and she pulled her soaked fingers from her sex with a lewd slurp of her own juices. Flinching guiltily from the sound, she lay back and dragged the sheets up to her neck, hiding what her own musky scent strove to throw out there for her husband to see.
