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Cuckolded by Her Mother
Chapter Thirty-Six
A break had to come sooner or later, the meaning of that collar around Fyr's neck coming to light in the darkest of fashions. It had to be the way of it, of course, even as she kept herself busy and out of the house, going back and forth between looking after Fideal and getting on with the chores. Now that she had some standing in the household again, at least when it came to managing what was going on, it was easier to get things done and make sure that all ran in order. She added more geese to her flock, the pond that had been dug needing a bit of life to it, although it was still a little bare around the edges where she had not yet the chance to establish the reeds: that would come in spring. The cold air licked at her scales, heralding the encroach of winter, but it was not yet cold enough that the tough dragoness needed more than a light jacket on when she was hustling and bustling about, always with something to do.
It was the way of it but it was hard on her body and even Scott showed signs that the physical work and labour was getting to him. He was more of a technical sort, the type that could be set to doing the wiring or electronics side for hours on hours but struggled with the labour of a ranch. He was into construction and that was just what he'd spent so very much of his life tackling, especially when he'd moved back near his parents, something that came more easily to him than anything else. He was a stoat, however, and he could learn, applying himself to any and every task that chanced to come his way, even if it was not something that he was particularly good at.
All work and no play, on the other hand, led to a very dull life and it was Scott, in all actuality, that accidentally let on the idea he had to, well...
"It's so much more peaceful out here than in the cities," he commented at a surprisingly normal looking dinner table, the wooden rectangle more than long enough to seat all of them and more comfortably. "Y'all can't hear anything... No flashing lights, no loudness in the middle of the night, no cops. It's...real nice, y'know?"
He stuttered to a stop, stumbling over his own words as he flushed and looked down at his plate, the simple evening meal hitting the spot even though it had not taken Fyr all that long to prepare that night. She didn't have the energy to do much else, groaning as she leaned back in her chair with, at least, a full stomach and a happily gurgling baby dragon on her lap. Although Ropes was still busy devouring his second helping of dinner (he seemed to be in competition with Kao as to just how much they could eat), he had spent the whole day with his daughter, tossing her from one tentacle to the other as she squealed and clapped for more with childish glee that could not fail to soften even his demonic heart. And she was, in a way, just like her dad too.
Frowning, Fyr pointed her fork at Scott, forgetting her manners as the corners of her eyes ached from raw tiredness, the sense of which seared through her bones. She would not normally be so rude but all she could think about was her bed, replenishing the strength in her body for the light of another morning and another day, just to keep herself going on. Who knew that having a hatchling in the house while she was busy with everything else and satisfying a horde of demons too could be so exhausting? The only ones that did not seem physically tired were the demons themselves but they did have a side more stamina than the mere mortals too.
"You're not thinking of taking your tail back there now, are you?"
"What? No!" He hastened to cover his steps. "Oh, no, Fyr, ma'am, I just thought... We've all been working so hard here that a change... The city's big, it's different, change of scenery -- yes! I was thinking that the peace could help us have a change of scenery!"
He sat back, smiling as if pleased with what he had come out with, the moments before the fumbled clunk of his words coming together in the wrong order, time and place the calm before the storm. But it was only a storm that would cover his own head and mind, expression falling as his lower jaw fell slack and he slumped back into the straight, hard back of the smart dining chairs that Fyr had picked out to complete the communal room where the family would come together to eat as if he wished that he could disappear into them entirely.
"Oh... Oh hell..."
Not the best thing to say to a demon, Fyr rolling her eyes. It showed that she was that tired that even she would allow her polite and 'in control' facade to slip, the ache in her neck impossible to deny.
"Are you suggesting, sugar?" Sasha stepped in to help him out, pushing her plate to the side. "That we take a trip to the city?"
Scott blushed and fidgeted.
"Maybe. I don't really know what I was tryin' to say now..."
Chuckling, Sasha shook her head and stroked his cheek, leaning over the table to take his head in her paw.
"Poor little one... Got yourself all up in a fluster there now, haven't you?"
It was only a tease made in good nature and humour though that softened the edges of tension that could have otherwise have crackled through the dining room for hours.
"I think that's a fine idea," she added, eyes glittering as Fyr drew Fideal in a little closer to her chest. "We'll have to find a babysitter, of course, but this little darling won't cause anyone any trouble... Will you now, my lovely?"
Sasha cooed to Fideal who scrambled obligingly across the table to reach her mother, kicking Fyr in the stomach as she did so. The dragoness only grunted, however, for it was not the first kick she'd taken to her stomach on Fideal's behalf, rubbing the spot and considering just what, however accidentally, may have been proposed.
And yet outings like that were not her forte and she had barely parted her lips to reply before Kao steamrolled over her, raving about just how excited he was to be going back to the city and get something from that doughnut place and lots of other things too that, really, had never held any appeal for Fyr. She was not one for the city night or the city life and there was little that she could do to call halt to the tracks of plans that were made to include her, strangely so, even though she had not once voiced that she would like to be so included. They were going with her, whether she liked it or not, and Fideal chirped away as Sasha even mentioned an old friend of hers in the area that she thought might be able to look after Fideal while they were away. It was strange enough for them to be making plans but Fyr could only shake her head and try to take a deep breath, calm herself to interject and say just how tired she was, how much she wanted a break from things -- but then the deal was done.
Ropes grinned and high-fived Kao with a tentacle, the males, at least, looking forward to the outing, although they were the ones who were usually just a little bit more prone to a sort of cabin fever. Sasha was happier to stay home as long as she had a steady stream of attention heading her way, but getting out and about was always something that helped her keep things nice and varied too, things that could spark up her demonic side even more, fangs glistening wetly as she moaned out her enjoyment for yet another lover.