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Fyr smiled. She'd known they would listen. They, like her, truly did have all of their best interests at heart. Perhaps the nursery would be the best in the world -- just like she'd imagined -- after all.
How many times did she have to take the cougar under her tail to get the two of them to help out in the barn too, she wondered?
Giggling to herself, Fyr leapt up from the sofa with renewed life in her limbs and shook out the stiffness from her body, tail whipping out with a curl and a flick to the tip. Well, maybe that was a step too far, but she could always hope. One step at a time. Her scales gleamed in the morning light and she carefully opened the curtains to peek out at the street beyond, hardly a neighbour in sight. Fyr sighed happily. Everything was just the way she liked it, right down to the soreness that told her that she had been well and pleasurably fucked.
Everything was coming together. And she might even raise her tail for her husband to use a more forbidden hole, if only he would give her another moment of his sweet, sweet attention. Grinning at her own reflection in the mirror above the fireplace, Fyr winked and held her finger to her lips.
But that one was a secret just for her.
