Shifted & Pregnant

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.

All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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Ropes grumbled to herself, though the transformed, temporarily female cougar didn't have all that much to say about her current condition. Yet she couldn't help herself from eyeing up her body in the mirror, turning back and forth to check out the round rise of her lower abdomen.

It was obvious just how heavily pregnant she was, although the cougar was typically male. Her tentacles waved back and forth, a little turned on by her form, but she had not anticipated one evening with her son, swapping to female form, could have changed things so quickly.

He's virile, she thought proudly, a tentacle caressing her stomach as she lingered there, nude. That's my boy.

Of course, Hiss hadn't meant to get her pregnant and their kind of play, whether Ropes was in her usual male form or playing as another gender. But it had happened and, just like that, Ropes was stuck as a femfur until she had given birth.

"Mmm... Hey, Dad."

Ropes half-turned with a roll of her pale, glowing eyes, though the effect was not as poignant when her eyes were as they were. Sometimes, in public, she wore coloured contacts to offset the reactions she'd get from that.

But it was easy, in that moment, to arch her back sensually and grind her rump back into Hiss' hardening cock. Her son had already disrobed, his clothes strewn on the floor behind him. That would annoy his mother, but that wasn't something Ropes was all that concerned about either.

"Mm, you got me in this state," he growled, need rising all over again. "It's about time you paid your dues too."

Hiss laughed, his pink tongue swiping out briefly between his lips.

"Oh, is that so?" He drawled, pulling out a little of his father's attitude in his tone. "I think you're just begging for it now..."

When they'd roleplayed before, it was with Ropes pretending to be an "aunt," but there was no need for that pretence anymore. Not as Hiss growled and nipped at her neck, kissing and suckling, soaking her fur with a tease of saliva. Ropes moaned and faced him, rolling her hips against him, still very much a demoness in need despite everything.

And a demon of lust needed their satisfaction from a willing party...

Ropes allowed herself to be borne back to the bed, though she came down heavily when the backs of her legs hit it. The bed squeaked in protest and she grunted in the back of her throat, though Hiss was on top of her already, the younger cougar with richer, red brown fur that had a hint of his mother's gleaming, red scales in it.

Hiss, however, was different as he snarled and pushed Ropes over on to all fours. Ropes only caught herself in time by using her tentacles, but even those were waving with a mind of their own, as if her need was so great that she could barely even support herself. Her tail lifted as Hiss moved behind her, pressing against her with a savage snarl of need.

"Mmm... You're amazing like this," he grunted. "So hot..."

His tentacles, though he only had two while Ropes had four, curled around his father, caressing her stomach and sliding up to her breasts. Her breasts had grown fuller and heavier with her pregnancy and she groaned as he tweaked her nipples, toying luxuriously with her body. Even the light brush of her son's tentacles over them made her want to grind into him, heat flooding her body as she strove to grind back on to Hiss' cock.

"Hiss, please," she growled, a needy, almost whining note slipping through her voice. "I need this... Don't tease meeee!"

However, the younger cougar drove into her, giving her what she needed in every throbbing inch of her cock. The barbs pricked into her pussy, though they were soft and flexible enough not to hurt as they raked more pleasantly through her. Her yowl cut through the air, surely alerting the others in the house what was going on, though Hiss already had his paws on her hips, claws digging sharply through her fur to her flesh beneath.

Yet all she could do was exult in pleasure, her demon self drinking it all in. On all fours, she was right where she needed to be with him, the weight of her belly throwing off her centre of balance in a way she had not been used to before. She groaned and rocked her hips back, driving herself savagely on to his cock, her tentacles slinking back and wrapping around her son as far as they could reach.

It was intimate -- as much as it was rough. She growled, but Hiss gave her everything she needed, feeding that desire in her with savage stroke after stroke. Ropes tried to pull him into her, tentacles scooping down against his glutes and upper legs, but Hiss was too quick for her. Slipping his tentacles around hers, as much as he could with Ropes striving to stay one step ahead of him at all times, he rammed into her with long, overpowering strokes. For there was nothing more he wanted than to spear his entire length into her, the heat of her pussy closing around him, rippling and pulling.

Yet Ropes was not consciously in control of what she was doing in the heat of the moment, crying out again as a full-body shudder rolled through her. To be fucked while she was pregnant was exquisite, like the best day of demon need had escalated to raging, snarling heights of desire, as if her vision was going to turn white if she didn't get orgasm after orgasm. In a sense, Ropes was feeding off her own desire as much as anything else, a delicious arch put into her back as her son's tentacles curled briefly around her breasts, giving their hefty weight a tempting squeeze.

"Unff... Yes..."

Hiss growled as he leaned over his father, taking his delight in the moment. It was a relief to fuck his father like that, as it was not something they usually got to do when his father was in her usual male form: some things simply didn't fit like that. Her heat closed around him with every thrust of his cock and yet the cougar barely even could bear to pull back, the bed squeaking under them as Hiss' thrusts picked up in pace.

There was no need to be so crude about it, but it didn't feel like the moment to be soft and sweet, not between them. There was love there -- though not that gentler, caring intimate kind of love. Either way, it was something to be shared between demon and half-demon, father and son.

Hiss let his tentacles roam his father's body as they stroked down from her tits, drawn once again to her stomach. He marvelled, however briefly, at the fact that he was the one who had impregnated his father, his cock driving deep as a lewd, wet squelch of arousal curled between them. Ropes was soaked and he loved that, feeling her slickness closing around his cock, folds tugging at him as if she was loathe to let his cock pull out of her even a bit.

But it had to be so, all so they could come together in the best of ways, stroke after stroke and thrust after thrust. Hiss laid his body over his father's, revelling in the shared heat, how it felt like he was "lapping" at the air, despite his muzzle not really doing all that much at all. She rasped a throaty growl, pussy tightening around his cock, and Hiss grunted, bathing her shoulders with actual soft, rasping laps of his tongue instead.

They would not kiss... but that was the deeper intimacy they shared, respecting her growing belly and how their family was changing. Still, Ropes could not hold back and a demon was not used to thinking of such things, let alone doing them. She shuddered and her tail lashed, tentacles whipping free and snaking back and forth. Hiss' left one pulled around her neck in a play on control, but even that was light: merely reminding his father who was "topping" at that time.

Ropes didn't care. She couldn't care about a damn thing else other than the swell of her orgasm, a feline yowl ripping from her throat and cutting viciously through the air as orgasm gripped her. Her pussy rippled erratically and massaged his cock at her peak of need, although Ropes was too caught up in the moment to consider those little details. Her torso tried to dip to the bed and it was only her tentacles that supported her in time, groaning deeply as her yowl faded, rolling ecstasy dipping and rising on wave after wave.

Hiss didn't stop, however, not as he rammed into his father and savoured the additional heat and slickness around his cock, how his father's arousal practically dripped from her pussy. Her sex stretched perfectly around his cock, like they were made to fit one another. Well, that could have been so: perhaps Ropes had transformed her body to tease Hiss in exactly that way.

He didn't care, not as he took a note from his father and did no more than live in the moment. Hiss languished there contentedly, his tail swishing back and forth, every roll and pump of his hips thrusting them both closer to orgasm. At least in Ropes' case, however, that would be a second orgasm -- and it didn't seem like either of them was going to let off anytime soon.

Ropes purred and pushed up on her forearms, fingers digging down into the bed. Her son's thrusts slowed somewhat, but they grew stronger, his hips slapping into her buttocks with every stroke. He growled in the back of her throat, though even that sound seemed higher-pitched and lighter than it did when she was typically in her male form.

She didn't mind, not in the slightest, losing herself in the soft rhythm of her son's thrusts. Hiss huffed and grunted above her and powered in, though even he could not stop his pace from picking up, not as his need swelled deliciously. She drank it all in, a demoness drunk on lust, though she would feed on all willing partners regardless of whether they were her family or not.

Her son and her daughter, ultimately, provided her with some of the sweetest lust to fuel her. That would, likely, never change.

The younger cougar growled as he thrust, though he was close, so close. Every pull of his cock raked his barbs back through her cunny and Ropes yowled breathlessly under him.

He couldn't hold back and, truthfully, there was no need for him to either. He growled, dark lips parted, and savoured the sight of his father's body, all so very ripe in pregnancy, as if he could breed her all over again. Her pussy clung to his bare cock as he drove in hard once more, though their shared cries wound together in the tentative privacy of the bedroom.

Both cougars climaxed as one, lust billowing together, though that was only something Ropes could feel in the air, swirling around them. Hiss' hips juddered in short, sharp thrusts need pouring from him in thick, hot spurts of cum, filling his father's pussy in seeding her all over again.

Ropes just took it, deliriously rolling her hips back into his thrusts, letting it all happen. Her body quivered as she delighted in it, moaning aloud as her pussy gripped Hiss' cock tightly, milking him for all he was worth. Hiss rested over his father as desire flowed through him, letting the moment be exactly what they needed. His barbs flared out a little more inside his father's pussy and Ropes panted heavily, breasts heaving, through climax.

Downstairs, Fyr glanced up at the knocking from the bedroom above and rolled her eyes.

"Those cats can't stop fucking for a moment..."

But she'd known what she was getting into as a demon's wife and couldn't say she minded.