Rounding Out the Pony Joe

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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Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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"Hey, Fyr."

"Oh, you're back?"

The dragoness popped her head out from the downstairs office, a pen between her teeth. She frowned a little when she saw Limba, but, well, he was enough of a common fixture around there those days. The dragoness resisted saying something to him and offered a fixed yet friendly smile instead.

As friendly as she could manage, that was.

"Were you out somewhere?" Fyr said, trying to be casual as she joined them in going through to the kitchen, Ropes after a coffee. "I thought your car was still outside, Ropes..."

The cougar shrugged.

"Eh, just out for a walk before it gets much colder," he said, for the bite of winter would well and truly be upon them. "Doing work around here is going to suck when it really freezes."

Limba was glad that he didn't have to worry about things like that, even if ice could give him a bit of trouble in the winter months for the course of his work.

The dragoness slid a sidelong glance at him, however, even as she tidied up in the kitchen, seeming to always need to be in motion, always needing to be doing something. Limba smiled, but it didn't soften her at all. Maybe she liked being on edge like that, but that wasn't for Limba to worry about.

One thing that Fyr was excellent at doing, however, was playing the part of the host. In no time at all, considering that it was mid-afternoon already on a very grey kind of day, she had a sauce for pasta simmering down on the stove, thickening as the flavours infused, fresh pasta ready to go and the meat ready to add too. She didn't have the time to make fresh tortellini or ravioli, but it would be delicious and creamy, all the same.

"Did you know that Limba's pregnant, Fyr?"

Of course, Ropes had to ruin her strange sense of peace, his words sending a strange spike of heat into her loins. Fyr had been just about to serve up dinner, Ropes and Limba at the table in the kitchen, though Limba, at least, had offered to help. She had noticed just how he had slipped around her, doing the washing up while she had been otherwise occupied with the cooking.

Her heart pounded, but she was not angry. Not even if her smile was a little wobbly as her eyes went from Ropes' to Limba's and back again. Not even as her stomach leapt and churned, sickeningly, but in a good way, her thighs pressed together as the heat of her arousal flared up.

Who did the child belong to?

Ah, but she wouldn't ask.

"That's wonderful," she said, brushing her fingers back against the frills on her face, though her smile grew swiftly stronger. "Wow... Okay, it's not much of a surprise... Are you happy about that, Limba? I mean, how do you feel about it all?"

The pony smiled and half-shrugged.

"I've known for a little while," he confessed. "But I didn't know what to think about it, at first, it's going to change a lot of things for me. But I have family around and friends and I think it's all going to be okay. I'm looking forward to it!"

He blushed and turned away, the last bit coming out quickly, though Fyr softened. She recognised the worry in his eyes, the slight tension that remained in the set of his jaw.

Oh, Limba...

"If you haven't taken a look at pregnancy books, I have a couple here that I ended up with from my friend, from way back when Ropes and I first moved in together," she said. "I'll have a dig through and see what I can find for you."

It was how she was, always, someone who was looking out for those around her. Yet no one told her whether the child belonged to Ropes or Kao and, frankly, she didn't want to assume. Even though Ropes was her husband and Limba was her friend, it seemed too forward, for her position, to say anything about his pregnancy, though the thought was there.

It could have been Ropes' child, the little voice in her head told her, repeating it all through dinner. You might end up babysitting for your husband's child.

She gulped. To be set aside like that, even though they were allowed partners and that kind of fun... She didn't know what to make of it, though things were so much up in the air that it all came off as a continuation of the very joke that Ropes had played on her in the first place. The whole "pony joke" thing that had gone on and on until she had finally gotten drunk and worked out, by grabbing him, that Limba was a boy mare.

She tried to set everything aside to think about later, though it was a revelation that she should have seen coming. The looser clothes that Limba had been wearing, not even being in his usual jeans, though the cooler weather had forced the equine to give up on even his longer shorts for the season. It all made sense in hindsight, though she had not seen other typical signs of pregnancy from him, like being sensitive to smells or changes in his behaviour, just those little physical quirks. The glow about him was something that Fyr, quite fairly, may well have been jealous of.

Dinner was quiet after that, though she couldn't stop thinking about whose child might be inside him, which she had seen coming. Maybe a movie would distract her? And at least entertain the guys?

It was the best option she had as the day moved into the early evening, trying to be a good friend, despite how she was brimming over with questions. Ropes perched on the sofa while Limba checked out the new gaming system that the cougar had set up, but when Fyr went to take her favourite spot on the sofa, next to Ropes, her husband shook his head minutely at her. It was not much, but it was enough to let her know that she was not supposed to be there, not at that time.

Ropes smiled faintly as his wife exhaled and went to sit in one of the armchairs instead, one which did not have quite the same view of the TV as the other. It was cute to see her so obedient and he knew she was turned on, knowing that there was a possibility that Ropes had impregnated Limba. But it was all part of the joke, no one yet knowing the truth of the matter.

The lights dimmed, a couple in the background allowing some ambience without setting off glare on the TV: perfect. He had a very particular way that he liked things and, well, no one would count that against him, not as Limba sat beside him, comfortably slumped back against the sofa.

The opening scene of the movie, some new action adventure with a good dose of angst (well, others had said it was good, so perhaps it was worth a watch), had barely even begun, however, before Ropes made his move. Some things, after all, were not made to be held back, not as he brushed his tentacle against the pony's thigh, gaining his attention. Limba's ear flicked towards him, but Ropes did not even care if his wife saw him, acting more like Limba was his partner, rather than Fyr, though no one would know the full truth of the matter, not ever. Even for a demon of lust, things could not be that simple.

He liked it complicated. Messy, fun -- and always complicated. In a way, that made it simple.

"You look so tasty sitting there," Ropes purred, drawing Limba in closer to him as the pony squirmed and tried to focus on the movie. "I could fuck you over the sofa right now."

Limba grunted, earning him a glance from Fyr, her attention perked. But Ropes and Limba were so close to one another, the cougar whispering in his ear, lips pressed right up to the quivering petal, that there was no way for her to hear.

"I bet my cum is still dripping out of you right now," Ropes breathed, his voice low, whiskers tickling Limba's ear. "You'll leave a wet spot for her to clean up on the sofa, if you keep sitting there like that."

"Mmmph..."

Limba wriggled, flushed with heat. Oh, this was exactly the kind of teasing that he didn't like! He could do a few minutes, yes, a few exchanges, but the heat prickling through his skin was only exacerbated by his pregnancy, his body knowing that there was something more that he should have been doing. His shirt rode up a bit as he pressed in close to Ropes, trying to satisfy himself by inhaling the musk of the cougar, the scent of his fur and whatever he had sprayed on that morning after trimming the fur around his face... And yet the pony was a fool to think that that could ever be enough.

"I'm still so wet down there," Limba whispered back, his crotch practically pressed up against Ropes' hip as he squeezed in closer, snuggling, more comfortable with the feline than he had ever been. "You wouldn't need any help to fuck me right now."

"Even in front of Fyr?"

Limba gulped and hid his face, stifling his giggle. That was too much for him, though the cougar tensed a little against him, choosing to give himself a little breathing space by using his tentacles against Limba instead. As if he was seeking comfort, where really he was just irritating the cougar with too much closeness and cuddling, the pony grabbed one tentacle and hugged it to his chest, shooting Ropes a smirk and a look that came with a gleam in his eye.

Yeah... If Ropes wanted to tease him like that, two could play that game. He didn't want to accept the affectionate snuggling? Well, they weren't "into" each other like that, but the room was a little on the chilly side too -- but if he wouldn't take it, Limba could make it even more obvious what was going on there.

Fyr's brow furrowed. Of course, they had to be doing something to wind her up, that was just the way they were. But what were they saying? She tried not to look as if she was too interested, only a little light from the TV cast across her, though that was harder than she might have liked it to be, when they were whispering like that. The raspy hiss of them talking seeped across the room as if they were calling her directly, but she tried not to look over, even though Limba seemed to be cosying up to the cat something dreadful.

She bristled, though it was too dark for her to see just how close, or not, Limba was to Ropes. The cougar wouldn't even let her cuddle him like that! Not hanging all over him like he was a stuffed toy, wrapped up in his tentacles... He always said he got too warm to cuddle for too long! And he did it more with her than others -- and Limba was others! So, what was going on there?

It was all a play, she decided, all designed to wind her up. Well, she wasn't going to fall for it! Even though the anger made her hot between the thighs too.

"Hey... Fyr?" Limba spoke up quietly, making her jump. "I dunno, is there a blanket around or something? It's kind of chilly in here."

Ropes rolled his eyes and scoffed, bopping Limba on the nose.

"It's perfectly fine in here, you should hurry up and grow your winter coat..."

He was referring to how mammalian furries, like Limba and him, grew thicker coats of fur for winter, though Limba only grimaced.

"Yeah, yeah... I've never grown much, not after I kept shaving it down one year. But it was so warm where I was working..."

Fyr smiled and rolled her eyes, glad of a distraction. She was sometimes cool in there too, though a dragon's fire did stir within her, keeping her warm despite her scales. She grabbed a blanket from the ottoman without any trouble, laying it out for Limba. She did so love being the caretaker, looking after everyone and making sure that everyone was okay. Unconsciously, Fyr had already swept Limba under her wing as a friend -- quite literally, in fact, that she had even sheltered him with her wing once when they had been running from the car to the game shop for a sale. The rain had been coming down hard that day and she hadn't been able to stop herself.

"There you go."

Her voice was too soft and even Fyr cleared her throat a little, flustered at the heat in her, how she couldn't seem to get her fingers working properly. What was wrong with her? She scurried back to the armchair, eyes back on the movie, trying to pay attention to it rather than the others. It seemed like the better option, at least to her.

Ropes purred, pleased that Fyr was being so helpful, though it was her usual way. Under the blanket, which he arranged half over him and half over Limba, he rubbed his fingers over the pony's pregnant belly, now that they were concealed. He could have done it in the open to wind Fyr up and act like Limba was more his wife than her, but it was the secrecy of it that time that got him licking his lips, hungry for more.

Limba behaved a little better then, leaning against Ropes to the amount that the cougar would let him, snugger with the blanket when he had been searching for body heat. Yet the cougar's attention was on the pony's body, the muscle of his thighs, how he swore there was a feminine edge and glow to him, after his pregnancy had been progressing. What else could come to be, after all, when one was going through the process?

Fyr would not see, no, not even if she was directly looking at them. Even then, the light from the TV would have to be right, illuminating them at precisely the right moment. Yet Limba was just as receptive to a little teasing play as Ropes hoped, even if they would have to go far enough to satisfy the pony, which would involve bringing a part of him to full attention all over again.

Limba grunted softly, quiet enough to not draw Fyr's attention, though he could not help but tease and grope Ropes right back, much warmer than he had been when he had asked for the blanket. It helped some that it was not only the cougar's paws handling him but his tentacles too, sliding between his legs and parting them, though Limba tried to keep the movement of his own paws subtle. Even as he palmed the cougar's crotch lustfully, wanting to see just how much it would take to bring the rise of his cock to life once more, he moved slowly, patiently, despite burning up inside.

Maybe teasing was not so bad after all.

The cougar's tentacles never once left his belly, though they were slower and quieter than usual, the roughness dropping to a sense of seductiveness that dripped with intent and arousal. It burned and Limba had to swallow the desire welling up, wanting nothing more than to be filled and fucked.

Ropes, however, knew how to draw things out, though his wife was not looking, which was a shame. Slowly, getting the pony squirming against him so that the heat of need was, once more, in the air, he wormed a tentacle into the front of Limba's clothes, teasing under his shirt and then lower. It was not easy, but he was able to get the button and zip of his trousers undone, all to ease his paw inside, a tentacle giving the cougar the room that he wanted to work in.

"Mmm..."

Limba pressed his lips together, swallowing the sound, though Ropes rubbed a tentacle soothingly against the back of his neck, giving him something to lean into, something to ground himself on. His fingers slid over the pony's pussy lips and clit, circling the latter with the tip of a finger, Limba wriggling, grinding his hips down, seemingly not knowing what to do with himself.

Excellent. That was exactly how Ropes liked his partners, so hot and ready that they simply didn't know what to do next, only that they wanted him.

His whiskers quivered and he let Limba lean against him with a huff, his fingers sliding inside. The pony was soaked, clearly, and not just with Ropes' cum, simmering with heat. The blanket was not needed to warm the pony anymore, but Ropes could not toss it aside when they were being discreet. His paw slid back up against Limba's belly, feeling the round of it, even where his fingers were slick with the pony's arousal.

For the cougar just couldn't resist as he purred, bringing his fingers to his lips and lapping off Limba's sweet arousal, a tang of earthen, spicy pony musk lingering there. Yet Limba could play just as badly as Ropes could, his paws working away under the blanket too as he freed the growing bulge of the cougar's cock at least into his underwear, an obvious swell through the fabric of his boxer briefs. The pony had not even realised that the feline had been wearing them earlier.

Limba toyed with Ropes' bulge, peeling his underwear back, even as a tentacle slid down his back to his hips, curling around, keeping him in place, where he was supposed to be. The hard length of cougar meat flushed and throbbed up full with blood, thick and hard, complete with all those little barbs, soft at least, that he adored. If Fyr had not been there, Limba would have fallen on his cock and taken it deep into any of his holes, just to enjoy the moment even more.

That was what it was all about, wasn't it? Having fun, the pleasure, heat twisting between them, all in a way that left them hungering for more. With the cougar's hard length in his paw, the pony stroked him slowly, teasing Ropes. Would he get to the point where Ropes was not even able to keep quiet anymore?

He couldn't wait to find out.

Fyr blinked, having been entranced by the movie, which was a side more interesting than she had thought it would be originally, not always something that was her thing. Were they moving around a lot more over there? Ugh, it was so annoying that they were still trying to wind her up when she was just trying to watch a movie, whispering and giggling away. Next time she'd just let Ropes pick to shut him up for a bit.

Was that a smile? They distracted her too much, though Fyr tried not to make it obvious that she was watching them, able to see more of them at some times rather than others. It depended on what was on the screen, a darker scene coming on and hiding them from view again. The light of the cougar's eyes, the faint glow, moved back and forth, showing that Ropes was not settled there, a tentacle flickering through in the demonic gleam of his pale eyes.

If they noticed her watching them, they did not pay the dragoness any mind. She was unsure if she heard her name, though it would not have been directed at her, surely. Maybe it was her mind playing tricks on her? Fyr huffed and pressed her legs together, not even at all able to focus on the TV anymore, the movie that was still playing. Who cared about that when Ropes was...

Well, she didn't know exactly what he was doing.

Limba grinned and ground down onto Ropes' fingers, ears pricked and quivering. Just how could anyone's digits feel that fucking good in his pussy?

"Look..." He whispered, his voice even lower and huskier than before. "Fyr's watching..."

Ropes shrugged, pulling Limba into his lap, fingers still within the pony, slicker than they had been only a short while before.

"Who cares?"

The cougar didn't mind being watched, even though he, very rarely, actively sought it out. The glow of his eyes and the TV would reveal a little to the dragoness, but, really, it wasn't going to matter either way. The heady sense of his wife's lust was tangible in the air. If anyone was going to know the moment the tide turned and Fyr was not caught up in watching them anymore with lust in her heart. Even if she was angry about it, that had to some pretty spectacular sex between them before too.

Fyr knew. How could she not? Especially as Limba climbed into Ropes' lap, all as if she was not there, as if she didn't exist. There was no denying the rock and grind of the pony's hips, the blanket still hitched up around his lower back, not allowing her to see what was going on. She swore there was a grunt and then a groan, but it was hard, even then, for the dragoness to tell between them and the TV. Oh, how she wished that the TV was not on...