Cuckolded by Her Mother Ch. 41

"Oof..."

Even though she was not as large as she would be in her third trimester, the final leap of her pregnancy, it was still hard to move and she appreciated Fyr darting out, though the dragoness appeared further along than her. With the timings of everything, however, it would probably end up that they gave birth (or laid an egg, she supposed in Fyr's case).

"Come on, let's get you up and out, hm?"

Fyr smiled, helping Scott along, though she did not yet know the shift that had occurred in the stoat. Yet the shift of Scottie's opinion of herself came through in the set of her body and simply in the change too of Fyr's attitude towards her. She was no longer the stoat that, in some way, Fyr had fallen head over tail for, but she was someone different entirely, growing into the fur that she'd always been meant to be.

Who'd've thought it?

Scottie tucked the bag of make-up away in her chest of drawers where she could experiment at her leisure, tiredness overcoming her. She'd take a look at it later, the day having worn her out both physically and mentally, her eyelids heavier and heavier with every passing moment. Just a nap, a little rest, and she would be as bright as ever, as good as new. All she had time for was undressing of the clothes that suddenly felt too restrictive before collapsing, sprawled out on her back with her lips ever so slightly parted.

Sleep was sweet but waking was sweeter.

"Evening, sugar..."

Sasha's wicked grin greeted Scottie as she blinked back to full wakefulness, the dragoness between the stoat's thighs and lapping away, tongue teasing deep into her pussy, a twisting, sinuous curl. The stoat's toes curled and she whimpered, rocking up, but the dragoness was more interested in toying with the rest of her pregnant body rather than simply spending time between Scottie's legs, the stoat trembling as she kissed and lapped her way up over the round of her pregnant stomach.

"You're so much better this way," Sasha purred, adoringly rubbing her snout on Scottie's belly, nuzzling up between her breasts. "I would have changed you myself, dear, if I'd known how. But that's for Ropes...mm... Yes, Ropes does that best."

Her snarky, uppity attitude of recent weeks seemed to have softened a lot more than Scottie realised prior but she was not about to complain while she was getting such personal attention. The dragoness locked her lips sweetly around the stoat's breasts, one after the other, lips teasing at her nipples, which were larger and fatter than before, her body luxuriously preparing itself still for the art and act of giving birth. They would be needed later but they offered far greater erotic potential to a horny demoness.

No one seemed to tire of playing with Scottie's new breasts, even though they no longer felt that new to her in sexual play. No, they were tricky to deal with at other times but normal in the bedroom, the way that she was meant to be, as she whimpered and ran her paws down all of Sasha's body that she could reach: her back, her upper arms, wanting her, reaching for her...

"Horny little stoatie, aren't we?"

Sasha giggled, flicking her tail, but she was going to get what she wanted too as she turned around and sat astride the stoat's muzzle, grinding down as Scottie hungrily drove her tongue up into the dragoness' cunny. Facing the stoat's body, the dragoness was in prime position to grope and tease her tits still, enjoying the moment as she languidly rode the horny mammal's face to orgasm after orgasm.

"Ah... Come on, you can get me off more times than that."

Scottie's cock stood up hard but she didn't care about that. Groaning into Sasha's pussy, she rocked her hips, wanting something inside her rather than to be inside someone, her need as throbbing and as heated as ever. The door creaked open and she was unsurprised to see Kao there, the like-scaled blue dragon smirking lightly as he joined his mother in using the new breeding whore of the family.

"I see you've already begun for the evening."

"Just a quick one, ah...while Fyr gets dinner ready..."

Yet it was dinner that would end up having to wait as they adored Scott's body, the stoat grunting wantonly into the dragon's pussy and trying with all her might to rock her hips up as Kao moved between them. His lips met his mother's and, just like that, the stoat became an afterthought, a warm hole to fill while he and his mother took advantage of the moment for some personal time.

There was no need for any manner of roughness when a moment like that was simply there to be enjoyed, each roll of his hips spearing the full, fat length of his cock deeply into Scottie's pussy. She could not be impregnated again until she had given birth but she imagined that she was being filled with a virile shaft and that her fertile womb was ready to take all that he had to give all over again. Her breasts bounced lightly, relinquished from Sasha's grasp, and Kao took over from her, claws prickling teasingly across her nipples while all the stoat could do was groan and gasp into a hot, slick pussy.

The dragoness' juices stained the stoat's muzzle and, still, she slurped and lapped, too caught up in a moment that was right where she wanted to be to even consider stopping. Her pussy was full and her muzzle was in use: just what could be better for her? The round of her belly betrayed her fertility and she warmed through to know that she was carrying a little one in there, her need trembling, wanting it all the more.

Dimly, the stoat was aware of being thrust to orgasm, moaning and trying to rock her hips up even as she was pinned. But it was her body that was there to be used above all else as she panted and whined, caught up in a sense of submissive lust that was not to go away so swiftly. And neither did she want it to as the drake ground and thrust into her pussy, filling her smoothly, stroke after glorious stroke.

The dragons kissed fervently and yet their climaxes had to come too, the demons drawing together with what little power they had (in comparison to Ropes), joining their orgasms. The kiss may have been sloppy but their orgasms were perfectly on cue as they humped and ground, treating the little stoat as nothing more than a fertile sex toy and breeding slut to be used as they pleased.

That was all Scottie wanted, all she craved, her whimpers muffled. The demons talked above her, though it was hard, even for them, to get out the words that they wanted to when their lusts were so fervent, twining with one another and then breaking free, Scottie whining plaintively, helplessly, as her pussy was left wanton and empty. She rocked her hips up and growled softly but there was nothing that was going to get them to fuck her again, not before they had brought her down to where dinner was being held.

The dining room of the ranch was rarely used and usually left for when they had guests around (well, Fyr imagined that they would have been holding big dinner parties there one day, before the demons had taken over everything). That was just why Fyr frowned and shook her head when she found the door open.

"Honestly, can't they close any doors around here?"

A moan drew her up short in her tracks, however, as she poked her head, very cautiously, around the door frame to find Scott bent over the table, her stomach left over the edge with her legs hopelessly splayed. A thick slop of combined sexual fluids poured from her pussy as she was fucked by Ropes, who only recently seemed to have joined in on the fun, judging by how Kao and Sasha were passionately making out and fucking right beside him. The dragoness sat on the table, which, to Fyr's dismay, was the perfect height for Kao's hips, her brother thrusting and grinding, slamming into Sasha with the raw vigour and fervour that only a demon could truly embody.

"Oh no... Come on, guys, this table won't hold up to it!"

Fyr growled and stomped her hind paw but there was only so much power she held over the demons and it was tentative at best. When they were that caught up, there was no stopping them, nothing that she could do to pull them from their sexual stupor. Scottie may have been one that she could draw back to reality but, frankly, there was still only so much she could do there when it was the stoat herself who would be pulled back and ravished.

"Oh, Fyr... Did you think we'd come down for dinner so quickly?"

Sasha laughed, though there was no real malice in her tone, only smirking glee as she rolled her hips up to meet her lover again and again. Her need was rampant and not something to be scoffed at even as she climaxed again in her loudest moan yet, Kao's cock slamming into her as their juices marked the old, polished wood of the table that Fyr had lovingly picked out. That was less of Fyr's concern than the creaking of the wood, threatening to break, for the weight and ferocity of the demons was not something that it had ever been designed to hold, Fyr's heart pounding.

"Alright, guys! Fun's over!" She clapped her paws and waved them weakly as if that alone was going to be enough to get them to move on. "Come along now, dinner time..."

She wasn't talking to animals, however, and a look exchanged between Ropes and Kao promised trouble. Scottie weakly stood as Kao pinned the stoat's arms to her sides as he leaned in, sliding his cock into his breeding slut all over again, though the stoat tipped forward, knees shaking. She would have to trust the dragon to keep her upright, somewhat, but her hard shaft still bobbed faintly, drooling with a tiny drop of gleaming pre-cum at the tip.

Ropes' paw on Fyr's shoulder bid her down to her knees before the pregnant hermaphrodite, not the stoat that she had fallen for but someone else she was drawn towards more and more. Scottie moaned, need rising, and yet all Fyr could do was stare, transfixed, Sasha looming above, as dominating and as intimidating a presence as she ever had been. All the while, Scottie's cock begged her attention, her nose trying to follow it even then, the stoat's whines and whimpers oddly tempting.

Fyr shook herself off with a shiver, but there was nowhere for her to go, only the sweet stoat before her who had needs to be met too.

"Give her some attention, Fyr," Sasha crowed with a teasing smirk. "Then we'll come through for dinner. Just a little taste, come on now, darling..."

Of course, it was an order rather than any kind of request, however lightened Sasha had made it. Fyr shook her head but Ropes' paw was on the back of her head, forcing her down, and her lips parted too eagerly to take Scottie's cock into her mouth.

She groaned around him as the stoat whimpered and thrust, though it was Kao's driving strokes that made her thrust as if she was actually using her cock for once. The round of her stomach teased over Fyr's head and it was impossible, even then, for the dragoness to ignore the stoat's femininity, something in her warming to it, hungering for it deep in her soul. She sucked Scottie's cock deep into her mouth, the perfect fit, her eyes falling half-lidded as she even forgot about the dinner she had staying warm in the oven, waiting to be served. Maybe she'd known that she would be used again while they needed the wiles and pleasures of her body, tempting her on into devious delights, Scottie's body more demanding in her pregnancy than ever before.

She sucked and whimpered around the stoat's cock and Scottie's heart lifted, too much pleasure overwhelming her all at once. She had been on a knife-edge of ecstasy before but it was Fyr's soft lips and muzzle that threw her head first over the edge, squealing in climax, her hips rocking and bucking entirely of their own accord. She tried to hold back, she really did, so as not to hump into Fyr's muzzle too roughly, but there was nothing in her at that moment that could have at all been said to be in control of her body, lust powering her on, her heart fuller than it had ever been before.

Maybe that was what she had wanted all along. Maybe that was why things finally felt right even though everything had changed. Maybe she should have been as the demons had made her all along - but it was too late to worry about all the time in her life that she had spent not being who she was. Things would be better with the demons and Fyr too, always Fyr, as she came into her true sense of being.

Oddly, the demons seemed satisfied with that, exchanging knowing looks that neither Scottie nor Fyr could decipher, though they were more engaged with getting their stomachs filled. Thankfully, the table in the dining room had survived even if it would need a good clean. That was alright though and she would be able to sort that after dinner, the demons making the meal a little more difficult than it had to be by fucking over the table in the large kitchen when they were done. Rolling her eyes, Fyr left them to it, but Scottie crept upstairs to her make-up stash, what she had only bought that day.

Slowly, she let the tubes roll out of the bag, fumbling to peel the plastic off them, though that was as far as she got with them. They loomed ominously and she gulped, taking a moment to observe her reflection in the mirror, how the line down her muzzle seemed softer, her eyes brighter, the hardness that made him a semi-masculine face softened. There was little of a male left in her and she could not have said that she was sorry to see it go, exhaling breathily as she turned her paw over and studied her claws, though they were almost short enough to be smoothed into what most furries called nails.

"You okay there?"

Scottie jumped and blushed, the make-up scattering in a clatter. If she'd been trying to be discreet, that went out the window, but she did not conceal her modesty, sitting there naked while Fyr was, at least, still clothed in comfortable wear for the house. It still did not hide the round of her stomach, however, her pregnancy too impossible to miss.

Fyr studied what had fallen even as Scottie quickly snatched them up.

"You're trying out make-up. Ah."

Scottie shook her head, blush rising, yet there was no denying it, not even as the dragoness perched on the bed behind the stoat, catching the tube of lipstick that had rolled a little too far out of her reach.

"Don't tell anyone, Fyr, please," Scottie mumbled, the words thick and cloying in her mouth as if they did not want to be released. "I don't know...what Sasha and Ropes will say, what Kao will say... I didn't even want you to know."

The moment could have gone any way and yet the stoat could not have expected Fyr to turn her muzzle towards her, a finger light on the brown fur of her jaw. The dragoness' eyes were intent as she studied the eyeshadow for a moment, a smile pulling at the corner of her lips.

"This will be a really pretty colour on you. Do you want me to help you put it on?"

Scottie blinked.

"Yes!"

The word burst from her with a deal more vigour than she had intended and Fyr laughed lightly, shushing her when she tried to apologise.

"Don't worry about it. I suppose the rest of us had moms or girlfriends to show us how to use this stuff before. I've helped friends with fur-powder too so I can show you that later, but I've only got scale definer and highlighter here. It's useful when I've been up a little too late doing...you know."

Scottie's eyes widened. Oh! So that was why Fyr looked so awake all the time even though she'd spent the night, pretty much, on her knees! The stoat blushed and chuckled faintly, murmuring her thanks, though she could have said it a little more loudly, to be fair. Fyr leaned in close to her, ignoring her nudity, and brushed the blue shadow gently over her eyelids, keeping it within the borders.

"Let's see how this looks... My mom was the one who first did this for me."

There was no need, of course, to go overboard the first time around, the two of them familiarising themselves with the new planes and features of Scottie's face. It was not a dragon muzzle, to be fair, and her eyes could have been made wider and more captivating with a little liner, Fyr smiling as she added more shading, blending it with the pad of her finger.

"If you bring it out a little like this...you can make different shapes with it and blend two colours together. I'll just use this one for now, but I have some you can borrow and practise with too, don't worry."

"Why are you doing this for me?"

The question drew Fyr up short and she pulled back a little, surveying the stoat with her lips pursed. That was a question indeed...

"Because you're family. You're one of us now... And not in the creepy way."

Scottie chuckled along with her. It had been a long time since she had heard Fyr really laugh like that, a soft kind of laugh that bubbled up from deep in her chest. It was infectious and intoxicating and made Scottie want more of it, her paw resting on her belly while Fyr worked on her. The mascara made a difference, or so Fyr told her, making her eyes appear like dark pools of brown that one could lose themselves in, though Fyr told her that they would go shopping together soon to find a liner that suited her.

"It's a pain to apply but a little goes a long way, especially with darker fur like yours. And it'll only be something you do when you want to, not like any of us expect to see you all dolled up here, though you're always nice to see. I mean...um..."

Fyr trailed off but the silence that crossed between them was hardly of the uncomfortable kind. Moreover, it was one to be had in the absence of the demons, where the old friendship between them could be rekindled, bringing them closer together, strengthening bonds that had been shattered. But some things had to be broken for them to grow back stronger - if only the furs involved were open and welcoming to it, bringing such relationships into the light of day.

Fyr tilted her head, applying the lipstick carefully. She'd never before considered what an intimate act it was to do that for another fur, but it somehow set her heart racing. A little of her own powder, something given as a Christmas present that she thought could be used to very lightly define Scottie's cheekbones, was brushed over to complete the simple make-up. They'd have to get more creative with a little more at their disposal.

The stoat held her breath.

"There you go."

Fyr smiled and turned Scottie to the mirror, where a beautiful stoat looked back at her.

"You're gorgeous."

For the first time, Scottie believed she was.