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 Thirteen
"Sasha, I think it's time to face the music."
Fyr paced back and forth in the living room, forehead knotted and tail swinging anxiously behind her. Her mother slouched on the sofa and frowned, wings bundled against her back as if she was cold. But the weather was fine and sun slanted through the window, a Sunday morning that should have been, by all meanings of the word, relaxed.
But their conversation was far, far from relaxed. Fyr had deliberately waited until Ropes had gone out - the cougar had suddenly found a penchant for jogging, though she suspected that his eyes were on the other joggers rather than some manner of introspection - before broaching the subject. And it had hardly been an easy one to broach on such a glorious day. If it had been any other day with any other questions to ask, Fyr would have been in good spirits, perhaps bustling around the house to make her environment just a little bit fresher and cleaner ahead of her working week.
Sasha scowled like a teenager, arms stubbornly folded. In one sense, she'd never looked so young, but that youth radiating through her features as if from the fountain of all youth itself had the effect of turning her mind back to her younger years along with her body. It hadn't taken Fyr long to notice it, with how her mother had reverted to all the things she'd used to love, the metal bands and even the snazzy fast car she'd bought from her savings (Fyr preferred her truck any day of the week). The scowls and frowns and rolls of the eyes were something she could have done without, but they were there too as very clear evidence of what was going on. Fyr just could hardly believe it had taken her so long to work out the truth of the matter.
For that youth was a similar sort of youth to what Ropes boasted, being a demon and all. The problem was that he was no longer the only demon in the house.
"I really don't know what you're talking about, Fyr. This is utterly ridiculous and you should know it."
She stood, spreading her ragged, torn wings as her eyes glowed green, just for a split second. The glow had not yet taken hold permanently, but she would have some explanations to make to friends and, no doubt, family when they became a permanent feature. That was, of course, if she didn't want to suffer the itching of wearing contacts just to go out of the house.
"In fact," she said, voice taking on a low, sultry tone. "Perhaps you need me to show you just where your place is all over again, Fyr. You have gotten rather big in your britches these days, haven't you?"
It wasn't a question that Fyr was intended to answer, but she drew herself up tall all the same, wings raised and shoulder blades back. The effect made her look larger and taller than usual and her mother hesitated for a split second. That split second was all Fyr needed to take back control of the situation. It was funny how easily it came to her in the crux of the moment, when she really, truly needed to put the world back to rights again.
Maybe she'd had the ability to be the dragoness she'd always wanted to be all along.
"No. No, I do not," she growled, paws clenched into fists as she stared her mother straight in the eye. "Sit the hell down. You know this needs to come out and it's coming out right now."
To her surprise, Sasha flounced back onto the sofa, tail curled sulkily around her ankles. Taking a deep breath that did little to steady her nerves, Fyr pressed on.
"That egg is having an effect on you."
Not the most eloquent sentence, she had to admit, but Sasha knew exactly what she meant. Even if she hadn't said anything out loud about her changes and condition, not seeming worried at all even after the appointment with the doctor, Fyr knew that she knew that something irreversible, if not terrible, was happening. And yet she refused to acknowledge it, say the words out loud that both of them knew would, eventually, have to come out.
Some truths were harder to take than others.
"Sasha."
The blue dragoness turned her muzzle away stubbornly.
"Mom?"
She glanced at her daughter, a minor concession.
"You're turning into a demon." Fyr clenched her teeth. "Or you're most of the way there already."
Sasha laughed hollowly.
"See, darling, I told you that Ropes and I were meant to be together."
It was a low blow and not even one that was supposed to be sexily dominant, but one that was intended to sting and bite and cut her down into nothing, nothing at all. Fyr shook her head, refusing to be swayed even as that little voice in the back of her mind piped up that maybe, just maybe, her mother was actually better suited for Ropes now than she was. But that was a thought that could be taken care of another day.
"You two make a wonderful couple." Oh, it sounded false even to her ears, but she had to try, she had to do her best. "This is more serious than who's suited to who. If you're turning into a demon, that would explain the changes in your body. And it can't just be because you're having sex with a demon of lust, because then I would have changed before Ropes and I even got married."
Sasha rolled her eyes and puffed a cloud of smoke.
