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.
All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.
Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.
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A continuation of Unfaithful and Cuckolded.
Fyr groaned, raising her head from the pillow with the tip of her tail out of the bedsheets, twitching back and forth. She was not worried, no, but the bed rocking and being jostled under her was not at all the dragoness' ideal way to be woken up in the morning. Maybe having her cougar between her legs would have been a much better way to look at it, but, well, she couldn't always have what she wanted.
That was apparent in how Ropes was fucking Chemical down into the mattress, the bedframe squeaker as they had their way with one another. The two of them may not have been moaning all that loudly but, well...that didn't matter. The shift of the memory foam mattress was more than enough to wake Fyr as the dragoness groaned and poked Ropes in the thigh with the tip of her tail.
"Could you quiet down?" She growled, as grumpy as ever in the morning -- or maybe she just had rather a late night beforehand. "It's just... Ugh... You two..."
Neither was Fyr the most eloquent in the mornings, though she often got up early for her work. Agriculture didn't wait for anyone, though she was more often going from assignment to assignment at that time, still wanting to build up her own ranch. Well, at least they had the house for it, but she was looking at purchasing the land alongside theirs too, all so she could expand.
Ugh. Now her head was all over the place, thinking about business things when her husband was fucking her friend (best friend?) right there in her bed, beside her.
So, things had rather changed in her life.
She shot Chem a look, the green-haired dragoness too caught up in the moment to care, her head thrown back and an arm flung across the pillows. She was sexy, like that, nude, of course, but Fyr had seen her in various stages of undress, after all, since the agreement between them...had happened.
It was not an agreement Fyr had willingly entered into, not at the start, considering the fact her husband had cheated on her with Chemical and, well, it was clear that some level of cheating too had taken place before even that. Not all the way, apparently, or not in the pussy, but, well...it didn't change all that much for him.
Still, they had come to something of an understanding with one another, as she knew she couldn't exactly stop him. He was going to make his choice, one way or the other, and she didn't want to lose him. Ropes had made more of an effort with her lately too, their relationship bringing them closer in other ways, more intimate ways, perhaps as he was getting the wider needs of a lust demon met also.
That was all the dragoness could suppose but, for the time being, all Fyr was doing was riding it out and seeing where things went. Nothing was set in stone and if she decided she really couldn't handle any of it, well...she'd have to look at the cold, hard facts of everything, as difficult as that would be.
For the moment, however, things were good. She got her husband and she got to go on dates with him, rekindling a spark in their relationship while their deeper connection was still there. Sure, he was fucking Chemical but...she was too.
Pegging Chem with a strap-on, particularly when she got to cram the dragoness' arsehole full, well...it gave her an outlet. And she wasn't going to let that go so easily. In fact, she had fucked Chemical with the strap-on only the night before and that had been hot. Enough to get the bullet vibe, tucked into a pocket on the inside of the strap-on, to send her into a trembling orgasm, need rolling through her at the pinnacle of it all.
Still, she had things to do, so she left them to it with a roll of her eyes. If she got to the computer quickly, her main little office in the house, she'd be able to get some of the boring administration work done before heading out. But it was a Friday, at least, and they didn't need her over the weekend, which meant she could spend all of it with both Ropes and Chemical.
At least that would be nice.
As she brewed her coffee, the two fucking upstairs got rowdier, knocking the headboard of the bed into the wall. Fyr rolled her eyes yet again. Couldn't they be a bit quieter? She was never that loud at sex. Well, except when she wanted to make a point of things.
Okay, so maybe she could be just as loud as Chem when the mood took her, though that didn't stop her from being annoyed at them for waking her up so early. Couldn't Ropes have gone to the guest bedroom to screw Chemical, after all?
But it was okay. Weird, but okay.
When she headed to the farm that needed her that day, Fyr frowned. A full day of working on the machinery, from the combine harvester to a tractor that had a fuel pump issue. Nothing beyond her skills, of course, for agriculture was more about simply being out in the fields, though she had hoped for something a little more invigorating. Working with the animals was always best, though the dragoness would never quite forgive mice for how they seemed to jump out at her at the worst of times. She wasn't scared of them, no, but she didn't like how quickly they darted -- or when they leapt at her over boxes on the farm that needed sorting by her.
So, yeah. Mice... That was something of a mixed relationship with them.
Grease and oil coloured the air as she sank into her work, even forgetting lunch. It was just a comfortable space for her, mentally and physically, though there was a part of her that still wondered what was going on back at home.
Was Ropes still fucking Chem? Had Chemical gone home or gone to work? She was still getting dug into her new job, the dragon couldn't really afford to miss random days off. Maybe that would be the case in the future, for Chem had high aspirations, but not currently. Ropes, well... He didn't need to work. He'd lived for long enough to put money away in stocks and shares and other investments (Fyr, frankly, didn't understand much of it), but it made it so they could both been comfortable in life even if neither chose to work. She just enjoyed what she did.
The dragoness' tail flicked back and forth as she worked, the slow, menial work soothing. Yet she couldn't help but think of what was going on, just how Ropes' cock looked when it was sinking into Chemical's pussy, how the barbs felt when they caught and pulled through her pussy. Even though he was an anthro, the barbs on his cock were soft and designed for pleasure, even if they could feel rougher, if he was really going hard on her.
Every moment danced through her mind as she worked, pressing her thighs together briefly, though that did not help matters between them any. Fuck, she was horny. Why did she always get like that after she'd watched Ropes fucking Chem? It didn't make sense but, honestly, not much with Ropes had made sense since they'd got together. That was why she'd learned, long ago, to go with instinct, what felt good and right, regardless of anything else. As long as no one was getting hurt, all was okay.
It had to be.
Still, she squirmed, her underwear clinging to the increasingly soaked folds of her pussy, the damp fabric hugging her sex. The dragoness shifted her weight, but it didn't help peel her underwear away from her pussy, no, not in the slightest. If anything, it made matters worse, pulling over her clit as they practically wedged themselves into the soft folds of her sex.
