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 Fifteen
Fyr's chest heaved as she hauled tail across the club for what hat to be the umpteenth time that night. Her eyelids would have been heavy if not for the espresso martinis she'd been downing, but it was hard enough to keep up with the demons in daylight hours, much less when they had the cover of nightfall and a drunken crowd to keep them shielded from her. The crowd knew her by that point, if not what she was up to, and parted more readily for her, though the drunken gropes and caresses were really something she could have done without.
And, although it had been the demons themselves who had ordered her to keep count, they seemed to be doing their very best to be as elusive as possible.
"Fucking demons," she grumbled, tail dragging behind her. "Why can't they just keep to one side of the club or the other? Or one partner? That would make everything much simpler!"
Sweating profusely, Fyr nearly tumbled over Ropes, on all fours behind one of the sofas that held similarly engaged couples. Only the others were only intent on locking lips, not fucking each other as Ropes was doing to a cheetah beneath him, head lowered as she growled and begged him, a little too lewdly, for his cum.
"Twenty-two," Fyr said, rolling her eyes. "I thought you would have done better than that, Ropes, seriously."
She got away with what she could when she could, the cougar shooting her a look over the cheetah's shoulder. The slender feline yowled loudly, too loudly, as she climaxed on his shaft, the cougar evidently hitting all the right spots inside her. He wasn't wasting time on a partner that he'd already seeded, however, slipping his softening cock from her pussy as he stuffed it back into his jeans. His clothes were considerably more crumpled and creased than they had been on their entry to the club, but it didn't seem to matter to Ropes as the cougar left the cheetah panting and satisfied on the floor.
"Come on."
Fyr clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, her good nature getting the better of her as she turned her back on the cougar, still on the prowl, helping the cheetah back into her clothes. There wasn't much to do, only tweak her already skimpy top back into place and ensure her skirt was hanging in at least something regarding a demure fashion. It was, however, easier said than done with some of those Ropes fucked than others.
"Fuck..." The cheetah swore, head rolling drunkenly from shoulder to shoulder. "Good... Fuck..."
The dragoness rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, I've heard it all before, sugar. Get yourself some water in you and you'll be right as rain."
Standing back briefly just to make sure that the cheetah was suitably clothed for public appearances - it would have felt cruel to send her off with nothing more than a pussy overflowing with her husband's cum - she nodded once briskly and shooed the feline on her way. Like the others, she wandered off with a rather dazed expression, cum undoubtedly drooling down her inner thighs. Fyr smiled to herself. She knew what it felt like to be filled that much. And the demon cougar was a partner that just kept on giving.
With Ropes gone and one more added to his count, Fyr trotted off in search of Sasha, but she was an easier one to track down than the male who was all about the wham, the bam and no thank you, ma'am. It was harder for Fyr to think that the males Sasha picked up at the club were being used, though neither of the demons could have made anyone fuck them if they didn't really want to. No, that would be rape and was well outside the realm of their natures or the competition, if not entirely friendly, between the lovers.
But Sasha was not out in the alleyway where Fyr had suspected she'd find her and the dragoness was forced to go back and forth across the club once again, every step in her high heels sending another throb of pain through her paws. It was agony in the early hours of the morning and she cursed and muttered to herself, threats against her lovers becoming all the more painful and serious with every passing moment.
Around and around she went, though there was no dragoness to be found. She marked Ropes down for one more as she stumbled across him with a sexy little wolf that he was probably fucking to settle a bit of a grudge; the cougar wasn't one for canines of any kind and wolves were close enough to count for him.
A door was ajar on the side of the bar and Fyr gravitated towards it as if drawn by a magnetic pull. And it was there that she found her mother on all fours, one of the bartenders kneeling behind her with her tail slung back over her shoulder. The dark-feathered gryphon - of course, Sasha had been trying for the more exotic types in the club - grunted and slammed in, working his uncut cock with a few barbs deep inside her with the fervour of a male who needed release.
Even if the gryphon did not notice Fyr's appearance, her mother did, jaws agape and emerald green eyes glowing demonically. They'd never slip back to her normal irises and pupils ever again, but Fyr did not yet know how the dragoness felt about that. Maybe Sasha would have some more words for her permanent change after she was out of the club and not so addled by lust and sex, but that remained to be seen.
"Hey, sugar," Sasha purred softly. "You're going to have to wait until I'm done with him, I'm afraid."
The dragoness groaned and arched her back, encouraging the male to keep fucking her even as her daughter watched. The gryphon bartender started and flared out his wings, trying to pull away even as Sasha dropped her tail down around his waist to keep him just where she wanted him to be.
"He's a big one and I'm not letting him go until he's spent!"
Sheepishly, the bartender rubbed the back of his neck, the gryphon working his hips slowly and deeply into his partner.
"Uh, hey, sorry -"
"Less talking!" Sasha snapped. "I thought you said you were a good fuck? Do I need to go find someone else?"
He clacked the edges of his beak together as he slammed into her, leaning over the dragoness' back, the pressure of her tail letting up around his waist.
"A good fuck?" He growled. "I'll show you a good fuck!"
Sasha moaned, finally getting what she wanted from the avian who had needed more than a little persuasion. It was strange to think that there were any males that wouldn't jump at the chance to fuck the sexy blue dragoness, besides those, of course, who preferred another gender. In the low light of a strip buzzing away at the back of what seemed to be an alcohol supply closet, usually kept under lock and key in such an establishment, his dark brown feathers gleamed with health, every move of his leonine hips thrumming with raw strength and power.
Fyr moaned softly and clenched her jaw, resisting the urge to thrust her paw back between her legs and enjoy herself and her own body while playing the ever delightful part of the voyeur. She didn't know the gryphon and she hoped to hell and back again that she'd never ever have to see him again after that night, although she knew that fate and destiny didn't always go her way.
