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 Thirty-One
He knew he should have stopped...and yet he did not. Whether or not he could stop was another question entirely and one that Kao was not all that keen to answer while he was busy fucking the stoat, going further and further into the public eye of the family. What did it matter anyway? He knew what was going on and if they all knew too it was hardly going to stop him from doing what he was doing, which seemed to well enough be wrecking his relationship with Chemical.
Hunkering down over the stoat with a near enough demonic glint in his eye, the dragon tried to fuck away his guilt, pounding Scott over the back of the sofa, both holes already dripping with cum. Of course, he had chosen the stoat's pussy for that round and he squealed like a virgin as his hips slammed into the furniture over and over again, needing what Kao had to offer. He'd been reassured by the studly dragon that he wanted him and, of course, his body too but that didn't do anything to detract from the worry and conflict twisting its coils around the dragon's heart.
He hadn't called Chemical despite Fyr's pestering. Oh, she knew, she very much knew that he'd gone and chickened out and it was hardly a secret from her that has still 'doing the dirty' with Scott - even more so when she walked in on an early morning to find Scott on his back on the kitchen table and Kao with his cock stuffed up under the stoat's tail as if he was taking his fill of breakfast in a very intimate way.
She hadn't said anything though. It hadn't even hurt to see the stoat who had tugged so sweetly at her heartstrings screaming for her brother, which was strange but a thought she filed away for later perusal. It was something that, oddly enough, she would have expected to come from her mother, finding Sasha, once again, fucking a friend or a potential love interest (or at least a bedroom interest) just to see her squirm, pinning her own daughter back under her paw. But that was likely why it was Scott and not Kao who had fallen prey to baser urges. She could not have possibly imagined that the stoat would be strong-willed enough, especially if he had already fallen to her mother and Ropes, to say no to Kao, who had, obviously, pursued him... On that count, there could be no other explanation in her mind, although the dragoness had no possible way to know just how wrong she was. Fyr pressed her lips together and shook her head, judging her brother more than Scott himself. He knew better. Just how could he be guilty when they were still going at it like rabbits on a mission?
Kao saw her as she walked away and his jaw fell slack, though he did not pause in his thrusts at all, hammering in and only driving on all the more ferociously for a climax that would, maybe, sweep his vulnerability back deep within his being. But she could not pause to talk to him, even though she could not truly say that the dragon looked like he wanted to talk at that moment, the sound of their lust filling the kitchen. It did mean, however, that she'd had to go without breakfast that day but it was hardly as if she had the stomach for it anymore.
She told him that he was making a mistake but everything she said and tried fell on passive ears and the dragoness slunk around the borders of the scene, distrust brewing in her heart. Why the sudden change of heart and mind from the brother she knew? What was going on there? And if he was not with Scott, Sasha always seemed to be clinging to him, although that in itself was not all that unusual. She'd been very clingy even when they'd been younger and even now Fyr knew well enough that Sasha very much preferred Kao over her - the golden drake of sorts. He was the one always in the spotlight for the right reasons, any mistakes and misdemeanours flitting away as if they had never happened even though he was usually the one who got himself caught up in sticky situations over Fyr.
So, no, it was not that strange that Sasha was always hanging over him and doting on him - probably just trying to make Fyr feel even more inadequate than she usually did, cast out into the background of the scene that was supposed to be a dominant part of her own life as if she didn't even matter. The dragoness scowled and turned her back on the pair of them yet again after walking in on them in the little office that she was trying to put together for the boring side of running the ranch: paperwork and the like. Who knew that her lovely, repurposed desk would be the perfect height for them to fuck on, Kao snarling and rocking it dangerously as he drove into the stoat, bent over like a slut on show.
Yes... Fyr growled mentally, clamping her jaws shut lest she unleash her vehemence on her small corner of the world. He is a slut!
It pained her to say it, even in the privacy of her own mind (although even that seemed to be dragged out into the open and molested those days) but it made her feel just a little bit better as she slammed the door on her office, what was supposed to be one sanctuary for her, somewhere where no one else, at least, would bother to go. And just look what it had turned into yet again - another room besmirched and ruined by sex! Sex was supposed to be fun! But it wasn't fun with all the strings attached that family and broken relationships seemed to apply, not anymore... It would have maybe, just maybe, have been more fun, however, if she'd been involved more often than not, for it seemed like life and, indeed, sex too was moving on without her.
So caught up was she in her own grumbling and the innermost sort of turmoil that no one else seemed to care about that she almost walked into Sasha, the demoness stood back down the hallway staring into a mirror on the wall as if she had just become a fairytale villain. Of course, she had no long hair to comb out as she stared longingly into its depths, although just what she saw Fyr could not fathom and managed to pass by without notice or, blessedly, attention.
That was another warning sign that she should have noticed. If she had realised that something was afoot back then, things may well have turned out differently. But it was not to be.
She pressed her lips tightly together as she went about her chores for the day, working even while something else worked right along with her in the background, a lingering, dark presence that rose up in the pit of her stomach. There was something there but she simply couldn't put her finger on it, kept carefully away from the action as Scott and Kao even went out in the late afternoon, Kao taking the keys of her truck without even asking. From the kitchen window, Fyr frowned at them but made no move to stop either, knowing that it was most likely pointless if they were heading off to some other secluded place to fuck. Better that it was not in her house, at least, she tried to tell herself, although that was a difficult one to even convince herself to believe.
Yet again, however, there was Sasha, perched on the deck as if she was a feature of the location, paws clasped together and lips ever so slightly parted as if she was trapped in the breathy prelude to a kiss. Ropes was not there either but Fyr was almost glad of that, which was disturbing to think, considering the fact that he was, of course, still her husband. She wondered how long that arrangement would hold up in the eyes of the law, as they certainly were no longer living together as husband and wife by any stretched definition of the term.
Sasha caught her attention, muttering something that she had to strain to hear, stepping out behind her as the dragoness didn't even move a single muscle, too focused on what she was watching to worry about who or what was behind her. What fool, anyway, would dare to think to sneak up on a dragoness when she was lurking, after all?
Perhaps Fyr was well enough that fool. Perhaps she was the saviour of another. Only time would tell and fate would play out irrevocably regardless of what she did, but a passive player in the landscape of her own life.
"Now..." Sasha murmured, eyes on the truck as Kao and Scott hopped into it, a giggle on the stoat's lips. "Now... Things are finally coming together."
