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 9
"Mom... Is something wrong?"
Fyr fidgeted, eyeing her mother in the passenger seat of the truck as they bumped and rattled along the road. Her tyres seemed to find every pothole possible and the dragoness winced as Sasha made a face from her position, clearly uncomfortable.
"Not besides the state of this road, nothing's wrong, dear," Sasha said, jabbing her daughter lightly in the ribs. "But is your driving always this bad?
Fyr shot her a look, scowling as her tail pressed uncomfortably have against the seat, trapped even with the allowances in the design of the truck that, at least, helped in part.
"Only when you're with me, apparently."
Sasha clucked her tongue against the roof of her mouth and shook her head slowly as if from disappointment. Fyr had to actively think about pushing down the automatic twinge of guilt that threatened to grow, ever aware of her position as daughter and always, in other ways too, beneath her mother. The dragoness set her jaw, eyes fixed on the winding road.
"Now, now..." Sasha wagged a blue-scaled finger at her daughter, though there was amusement glittering in her eyes. "You shouldn't speak to your dear mother like that, or else you know what the consequences will be. Why are you taking me all the way out this way anyway?"
Fyr hid her smile, duly distracted from the notion of consequences.
"It's a surprise."
That caught her mother on the back foot and the dragoness straightened her back, running a fingertip down the line of her jaw. Fyr bit her lip, dragging her eyes away from her mother's mouth.
She shouldn't feel like that looking at her mother. She shouldn't look at her mother like that.
But it was so much fun.
"A surprise, sugar? Now whatever could be out here to surprise me?"
Leaning up to the window, Sasha murmured to herself as if she were contemplating the possibilities with great concentration. Fyr ignored her mother, focusing on the road. It was just all part of the game. All she had to do was play her cards right and everything would be golden.
At least, so she hoped.
There was no ranch house to speak of and yet Fyr could still see it in her mind's eye as she walked across what would become her front yard, her mother still behind in the truck surveying the comparatively barren scene. The barn had already been on site when they'd purchased the dilapidated patch of land with only the remains of run in sheds and broken down fencing remaining to suggest that at, one point, there had been a ranch there. The fire had taken care of most that would have denoted the previous presence of two-legged inhabitants, but the grass had grown back over the charred remains even if some locals did believe the site to be cursed. Fyr shook her head, trailing her fingers over a fence post as if imagining the sturdy post and rail it would become - in time with her hard work, of course. There was no sense clinging on to the past when the future had so much to offer.
And she'd been working on her future oh so very much. She had every reason to, after all, with the hatchling coming. They'd have to have a test to see just how long a gestation period he or she would have, but Fyr could already imagine a little cougar or dragon racing around the ranch, racing through the air from a rope swing that the tree in what would be the backyard with howls and whoops of delight. She smiled, wings hanging slack against her back. It would take a while to get the house erected, of course, but the functioning side of the ranch would get them up on their feet and the savings would start them off well too. They'd both been working hard for the last few years and it seemed that it was finally about to start coming together just as she'd planned.
There would be plenty of room for a family there. Room for pets too. And time enough to get her out of that office and far, far away from anyone who would judge her. The dragoness' brow furrowed and she pressed the tips of her fingers together. Because who needed that kind of drama really? She could have what she wanted and no one else had to know about her strange little family. She only had to find a way to make it work.
"Fyr?"
Her mother called after her, but the dragoness moved across her land as if she was floating above it, footsteps light and confident as she tracked through her domain. She'd put a tree house up there for the little one to hide up in and a paddock over there for... Well, that little secret was about to become a not so little secret.
There they'd park up the tractor, away from the animals. All would be efficient and all would run smoothly.
Pushing open the barn door, Fyr inhaled, although the air was not yet filled with the sweet aroma of hay and barley straw but the clean, wooden scent of the new timber she'd brought in to continue on with the work. And she knew exactly where she was going, her hind paws taking her all the way down the barn, what would become the true centre aisle with a border of stalls for all animals on either side. There was one particular stall that she'd done up right on the end, the very first one to be completed.
It was smaller than the rest, a fact that Sasha immediately noticed as she stopped behind her daughter, who stared adoringly into the stall as if it contained something more that could not be seen with the naked eye. The dragoness wrinkled her blue muzzle and tipped her head into one paw, studying it.
"I'm not sure I understand, sugar..." She broke the silence. "Just what are we looking at here?"
Fyr blinked, seeming to surface from a trance.
"It's a stall."
Fyr gulped. Did she have to state the obvious? Oh heavens! She pressed her knuckles to the side of her muzzle, rubbing them back and forth slowly as the knobbly bits of her paws ground uncomfortably into her face. It was a little painful, but distraction enough as she bought herself time.
