Untitled Bicorn story
>It was just another event in a long line of odd events that know shaped everything
>It had started simply enough
>the provisional govt had demanded you take in a refugee from the other realm
>No big deal
>it wasnt as if you didnt have a spare bedroom
>When a rather large horned horse woman showed up, you did what you could
>shrugged and looked to your wife, who also shrugged
>neither of you minded her helping out with the house chores
>or the fact that your kids were ecstatic to have 'real' horsy rides
>though your wife did get a bit jealous when the kids demanded Sarah read them bedtime stories that one time…
>neither of you minded the sudden live in babysitter
>or the fact that your wife's clingy and needier nature was being met by her new best friend
>Sure the furniture was taking a beating
>and the sudden cost of a bathroom renovation was soul crushing but…
>the two of you had to admit that you both began to have issues imagining yourselves without Sarah
>Between the three of you, the house was often perfectly clean
>the date nights were a blessing
>and the kids clearly loved her
>It wasn't until the more recent events that you began to feel awkward or even concerned about everything
>as if, maybe, the Mamono provisional govt had somehow tricked you
>it had really started when the lot of you were at church and the deacon, somehow, had forgotten Sarah's name
"Anon, where's your other wife?"
>it was awkward, embarrassing even
>but still, no harm and all of you had laughed about it
>Though the kids had gotten upset
>they had demanded that Sarah get to be their mom too
>eventually the odd nickname stuck, and everyone in your little town knew her as your 'other wife'
>you chest felt weird as odd emotions bloomed in you while the large horse woman told your kids that she loved them too
>and that look she shot you and your wife
>then there was the way she had begun to insinuate herself into you and your wife's personal time
>Late night movie after the kids were put to bed?
>she was on your left, eating up most of the couch with her large body while your wife sat to your right
>both of them touching and grabbing at you
>sometimes even holding your hands
>eventually this gave way to just Sarah sitting with you during movies you wife couldn't stand
>something that made you feel absurdly guilty
>Then there was the odd behavior from your wife
>her weird sudden want to know if you ever thought about other women
>mamono in particular
>it was hard, but you had done well so far to not answer or find a means of escape
>you couldn't just lie, and how would she react knowing you often found yourself thinking of Sarah
>you weren't going to compromise your marriage, but you often found yourself thinking of the dual horned centaur
>that and your wife
>sometimes thinking about both of them, begging you to hurry up and get in bed
>that they both needed you
>it wasn't until your wife had gotten strange about the closet door that you had begun to truly suspect that something odd was happening
>time to engage in nuptial responsibilities?
>the closet would be uncharacteristically left open, just a crack
>that and her odd demand that the two of you go out of your ways to reposition into odd ways on the bed
>positions that would give the closet a solid look at what was happening
>not to mention that Sarah always seemed to disappear out of the house before such responsibilities were met…
>your wife wasn't letting her watch the two of you, was she?
>it seemed unbelievable
>but everytime, the horse woman would disappear and the closet would be left open just a crack…
>Eventually, it became too much
>you couldn't stand it anymore
>the guilt, the feeling of being watched, the feeling of being used, and the absurd sexual tension that never ended
>you had waited and sent the kids with your wife so you could confront her on your own
>desperate to know and confirm that you were in fact crazy, rather than the alternative
>Mamono didn't bother with married men
>but some of this made you worried, this was above and beyond the typical mamono friendliness
>despite how you felt, you wouldn't betray your wife
"So what is this?"
>you asked suddenly, eyeing her while she sat on the couch with her large body watching a cooking show
<"Well, they're making a desert cake fro-"
"N-no. I mean: What is all of this?"
>you waved your arms around, indicating most of the house
"What are you after Sarah?"
<"What do you mean?"
"You know exactly what I mean. The dates, the kids, the closet. Hell, you practically tried to kiss me the other night,"
>granted, it was after numerous glasses of wine
>and she had only gone in for something on your cheek
>your suspicions and worry couldn't be contained anymore
>Sarah shot you a frown, confusion playing over her face
<"Am I… not allowed to kiss you?"
"No! We aren't married an-"
>Immediately Sarah's face become one of realization, as if she didn't know that the two you weren't actually married
<"I see. So Miranda simply forgot to tell you or maybe she was too embarrassed."
<"Well, you see Anon, some Mamono engage in polygyny,"
>you frowned, not really sure where this was going or if it was some kind of trick
<"But I'm a Bicorn."
"Okay, what does that have to do with anything?"
>immediately she gave you a grin that caused you to shiver
>it was the same kind that your wife gave you before she had demanded you put a baby in her
<"Bicorn exclusively seek out polygynist pairings."
>your frown deepened
>had Miranda known?
>she had to have
>hell, she was the one who kept leaving the closet open and…
"A-and Miranda is aware of all of this?"
<"Oh yes. And as far as my culture is concerned, we are practically married. All three of us."
>again with the smile
>you swallowed hard, fighting not to choke as your gut roiled and you felt yourself stir
>you were just a man, but then again the rational part of your mind began to scream trap at the top of its metaphorical lungs
"I uh… you stay out here and w-when Miranda gets bac-"
>you began to motion to the bedroom
<"Oh of course. It's okay dear, you can wait in the bedroom if it makes you feel better. This has got to be a certain level of shock, but once she gets home will fix this."
>what the fuck?
>was it true?
>could it be?
>it had to be, but part of you strained against it
>unsure and confused about it all
>how could you be married without even knowing it, let alone to more than one woman?
>slowly you shut the door and threw yourself on the bed as you tried to puzzle it all out
>did you actually have two wives?
>your eyes darted between your wife and not 'wife'
>both of them shot you back embarrassed and incredulous looks in return
>Miranda's face was bright red
>Sarah simply look alittle confused
>Both of them sat on the bed, staring back at you as you sat on a storage truck against the wall
>what the fuck
"You can't be serious."
<"I-it's not like that hun, it just sort of happened and well…,"
>Miranda trailed off before eyeing Sarah, who shot her a smile and nodded to her enthusiastically
<"Y-you did say you wouldn't mind having more than one wif-"
"That was a joke!"
>you couldn't help the exasperation in your voice, or the heavily blush coming to your face
<"Well I for one think I make a good second wife,"
>you eyes snapped to Sarah, brow furrowing
>she couldn't be serious
<"the house is spotless, the kids are happy, the two of you have time for… intimate things and,"
>her tone became softer and more excited
<"I know you love spending time with me and are attracted to me."
>you looked away, shame blooming in you
>it wasn't just that someone said it out loud, it was because it was in front of Miranda of all people
>every guy had a random woman he'd see or was aware of who would draw his eye
>but you knew better and your religion demanded better
<"I love the same terrible movies you do,"
<"And we have the same sense of humor,"
<"It's just horrible."
<"The kid's love me,"
<"Honestly I'm a bit jealous…,"
<"And I love how you do that thing with your hips w-"
>the two of them were even worse than just Sarah by herself
>your hands found your face, a groan escaping you
>how were you supposed to deal with this?
>Miranda was apparently entirely supported this
>Why that was, completely escaping you
>Was she into some weird kinky shit?
>I mean, it wasn't so bad but still
>there were easier ways to get off…
>Hell, the two of them had apparently decided it was the way to proceed if it was some kind of weird shared kink
>Maybe you were going about this all wrong
>Maybe all you really needed to do was get back to the start of the problem
>that you had apparently married the horned centaur
"L-look. How about we start with why you think we're married?"
>your eyes locked with the Bicorn, who seemed to deflate a touch
>a slightly pained look coming to her face
>something your wife noticed and immediately went to offer her a touch of comfort
>one of her hands touching gently at her lower back as she offered her an apologetic look
<"W-well, we held hands and I've seen you naked."
>your eyes bulged, frowning
>you honestly would have laughed if you weren't so stressed
>So Miranda had been staging a show
>it had to be a weird kink then
"That doesn't make us married."
<"Anon, you know their culture is different. She's still adjusting and we need to be accommodating."
>Miranda frowned at you, chastising you like you were a child
>why did you need to be lectured?
>you weren't the one having a horse-woman watching the two of you fuck while she did god only knows in the closet
"And that includes making you a cuck?"
>You weren't wrong
>if you were married, eventually you'd have sex
>it was inevitable
>Did Miranda actually want that?
>you fucking Sarah while she presumably watched on from the closet?
>This time Sarah reached out and gently tapped at her shoulder, offering her her own apologetic look
<"It's okay. I know polygyny can be a big hurdle for some people and my culture is kind o-"
"Sarah. No. Even if that's how your people do things, that still isn't enough. Right?"
>you couldn't help the worried tone edging into your voice
"Like… W-we need to have a ceremony and it has to be public,"
>the two women shared a ecstatic look and you felt your blood pressure skyrocket
>that is not what you meant
>Miranda flashed you a bright smile hopping up from the bed
>Sarah burst into tears while smiling even more brightly at you
<"I- oh Anon!"
<"Y-you two stay here, I'll call the pastor and see if-"
>You drowned out the rest of your wife's pronouncement, catching only the word 'pastor'
>your mind locked and shifted as your eyes popped
"Yes! You call the pastor, right now! We need to talk to him about this, right this second!"
>Sarah let out a squeal, hoping off the the bed and following out after your wife as she began to hunt for her cellphone
>At last, reason would return to your house
>and everything would return to normal
>you had been elated
>but slowly, this eroded in an instant
>The Pastor had handwaved things once he realized you weren't interested in having a wedding
>something that had, to a degree shocked you
>was everyone going Mamono?
>polygyny, in your church?
>instead the youth pastor's wife had been shoved into the office room you, your wife, and Sarah found yourselves in
>Mia was a nice girl, a Kobold
>and apparently the church's new marriage counselor
>And honestly, was one of the reasons you and Miranda hadn't minded taking in Sarah
>Or at least didn't bother with throwing a fit about it
>you wanted to through a fit, so to speak
<"So let's start at the top,"
>Mia began, holding up a digit on her paw
<"The three of us are married, by Mamono rites."
>Sarah started as she sat fully on a nearby couch
<"But Anon doesn't seem to want to acknowledge this,"
>Miranda added on and you felt yourself frown as you crossed you arms
>Mia shooting you a surprised and shocked look
<"Anon, thats pretty serious… I-is something wrong at home o-"
"No! That's not…,"
>you groaned, rolling your eyes
"Look. At no point was it ever discussed that this-"
>you waved a hand at the two women
"was going to be a thing."
>immediately both women took on a pained look
>which instantly made you regret it, but you knew you had to push on
>someone would understand
>someone, somewhere would still be using sane and sensible standards about things
"T-thats not what I mean. I mean a three way marriage. At no point was this brought up and at no point was I asked about this."
>Mia frowned, her large dog-like ears twitching
<"A-anon… Sarah's a Mamono,"
<"N-no. Thats… look. Marriage and how we Mamono achieve that is… well it's different."
>Mia looked between the three of you, her face now sporting a rather heavily blush
>You didn't need this
>You already knew about how Mia and her Husband had 'met'
>you knew how Mamono operated, at least you were fairly certain you did
>it wasn't as if Sarah had ever pinned you down and…
"We haven't had sex. Never. At no point di-"
<"W-we've held hands! I've seen you naked even!"
>Sarah practically shouted out, throwing her front half off the couch and standing suddenly
>tears forming in her eyes
<"W-we are married Anon."
>you swallowed, your own face burning as you shot a look to Miranda
>You somewhat understood the significance of hold-hands to these odd psuedo-succubi
>but the nakedness and how that embarrassed you was all Sarah's fault
>Why she had even let gotten to the point of letting her watch…
>your gut turned, the odd pang and sensation that felt terrible
>Did it count as being unfaithful?
>if not for you, for Miranda…?
<"Thats… that's very serious Anon,"
>Mia muttered, looking pained by the revelation herself
>Miranda simply shot you a dirty look
>You couldn't help but flinch at it and shut your eyes
>your stomach roiling as your chest began to hurt
"Look… I just… make this make sense."
<"Okay then, I think…,"
>Mia trialed off, looking between Miranda and Sarah
>Finally her eyes fell on you as her ears twitched
<"Miranda, would you mind stepping out for just a bit? I think I know what the issue is…,"
>you sucked on your teeth harshly
>did she though?
>Slowly Miranda got up and left, the air in the room seeming to grow tense
<"Now… the two of you,"
>Mia motioned to you and Sarah, waving her paws together
<"get closer together, I want you two to hold hands for this."
>Mia couldn't be serious
>She was a church counselor but…
>could she really be okay with with this?
>it was still, basically infidelity
>and then… polygyny…
>you swallowed, the same odd feeling in your stomach and chest coming back
>Was this wrong?
>Your wife, the pastor, the counselor…
>Slowly, Sarah stood more fully from the couch and clopped over to you
>her hand held out as she looked at you expectantly
>Slowly you reached out blindly as you began to look away
>embarrassment and shame flooding you
>gently you felt Sarah take your hand in hers, fingers interlacing as she stood next to you
<"There we go,"
>Mia stated with a grin
<"Now… one at a time, I want each of you to talk about how you feel about another and this situation."
>you swallowed, eyes bulging as you looked at Mia with worry
>oh hell no
<"Anon, let's start with you."
"I uh… t-that is,"
<"Don't be shy, it's okay. Just start with how you feel about Sarah."
>you grit your teeth, sweat beginning to bead on your forehead
>an ache blooming in your chest as your stomach dropped out
>you paused, biting yourself painfully
>an awkward silence took hold
>and slowly a minute passed
<"T-that's okay, it's okay to be embarrassed about how you feel. Sarah lets start with you instead."
>you heard the Bicorn sigh before clearing her throat
<"W-well, I… A-anon please look at me,"
>Sarah demanded, her voice trembling
>you dont know why, but you moved to look at her
>you eyes meeting hers, her own threatening tears
<"I knew it had to be you the first day that we met, b-but I wasn't really sure until a month or so later when me and Miranda started talking about having kids a-and…,"
>you grit your teeth, the ache in your chest seeming to grow
<"I know I… w-we don't really show that much affection b-but I am crazy about you. A-and after discussing th-things with Miranda further a-and we moved forward with things I… I was just so scared about coming out of the closet a-and,"
>you swallowed hard, eyes popping out at the poor choice of words
<"Miranda was supposed to tell you b-but s-she mu-ust have… S-so I figured I-I'd just wait till the next t-time and surprise y-you,"
>tears welled up heavily as she sniffed loudly, some slipping through as they began to run freely down her face
<"B-but it's been two we-eeks since you two had sex!"
>Sarah's face twisted into one of anguish as the ugly crying began
>Sarah snuffled loudly as your forehead began to wrinkle, not necessarily liking where this was going
<"Human women really are something else,"
>Mia muttered flatly, looking disturbed
>Quickly Sarah grabbed a kleenex from her desk and blew her nose
<"I just… w-we are married Anon, things are just going slowly f-for the big part b-but it hurts that you're being so insensitive about my culture and feelings…,"
>your throat felt dry as you felt a certain level of shock
>they were scheming together and the next time you and Miranda were going to…
"Wait a minute, what do you mean? A-about your feelings I mean?"
"You've never… I mean, you've never told me that you love me."
<"Yes I have!"
>outrage came across the horned centaur's face as she stared down at you in your chair
>her own hand squeezing yours roughly
<"I told you and Miranda, I've been telling the two of you for the last few months a-"
>it couldn't be
>sure she'd pronounce that she 'loved' you and Miranda every now again
>but she couldn't have possibly meant romantically
>your mind struggled, trying to think rapidly on all of the times this had happened
"I… Sarah that's not… I mean, you've never really said how you feel about me, directly, and only to me."
>It was true
>The only things that came to mind were times when Miranda was with you
>And while a polygynist would likely love everyone in their household
>Sarah had never sai-
<"Just the other day I told you that I loved spending time with you, t-that o-our little dates were something I look forward to a-and,"
>Sarah sniffled loudly, a forlorn look coming to her face
>you swallowed as a new kind of guilt made your chest ache
>you didn't think she was being literal about the word 'date'
>hell, you had assumed it was in the same area that you and your buddies would use it in joking manners
>or how you and Miranda would use it on occasion, like the 'date' the two of you had when taking the youngest to the doctor
>It had just been another terrible B movie on the couch but…
>had it really meant that much to her?
>you sighed heavily
"L-look, I'm… I didn't realize and… it seems like a lot has gone awry here but…I don't.. can't,"
>Sarah's eyes bore into yours, pleading to a degree
>the guilty feeling inside you making your chest ache as you stared back
>could you really say no and hurt her?
>could you hurt Miranda as well?
>Were you wrong about this?
>Everyone around you didn't seem to mind or view it as odd
>were you making a mistake?
"Its not… Sarah, I just feel that it's cheating."
>you blurted out
>The two women stared at you, somewhat shocked
<"Well, I uh… that certain is a significant issue."
>Mia muttered, looking a bit flustered
>you had to push, nothing else was getting through
"Its not like you aren't lovely, I just… I feel like I'd be betraying Mira-"
<"But she's fine with it, s-she wants this too, just like I do. We both want you Anon."
"But my fait-"
<"Polygyny is legal now Anon, and it isn't forbidden by the church."
>you couldn't help but shoot Mia a look
>While it was technically true, that wasn't exactly a good enough reason
>Not to mention how just thinking about it made you feel in regards to Miranda
>even if she was all for it, you weren't sure you could go through with it
>Then again the pastor's wife was a literal demon
>and what if she suddenly wasnt okay with it?
>all you would have done was opened a box of pain for each woman and yourself
>you had never felt like you needed more than one woman
>and while you often would joke with Miranda about getting another wife…
>you bit yourself, trying to order your thoughts
"My background, my upbringing…, I can't just… it'd be hard to move beyond that."
>you motioned with your free hand, trying to give Sarah an apologetic look
>her large, horsey ears drooping though her hurt expression was slowly going away
<"But w-we can work on that, right?"
>you trailed off, the ache in your chest returning
>Mia nodded to you slowly
>Sarah looked at you pleadingly
>And as you moved slightly to more fully look at Sarah, you caught sight of Miranda eyeing you
>What if you were wrong?
>you couldn't help but feel like you were making a mistake
>but were you?
>What was the worse that could happen from how things currently were?
>Under the Maou divorce was basically illegal
>'rape' or surprise marriage or surprise sex was legal now…
>and the worst that had happened so far was already dealt with in terms of feeding and caring for your Bicorn guest
>Or was she actually your wife?
"L-lets just work on being direct and clear for now…?"
>Sarah grinned, though the expression was far more somber than you had typically seen on her
<"I can work with that, at least for now."
>maybe you could talk sense into them
>and if not, you were certainly going to have to do your best to endure as long as you could
>at least then you'd know if Miranda was actually for it or not
>You had made a terrible mistake
>and now, you weren't sure what to think or feel
>You had figured you'd have time to endure things and find another solution, maybe a month or two
>something to save your marriage and your conscience
>but fate had other plans
>you had gotten a week
>and now, you were tied down to your bed
>a gag shoved into your mouth
>Slowly Miranda marched into your room, wearing nothing but black lingere
>all of it biting into the thicker parts of her body just right
>something that relieved and excited you when you saw it, despite your current situation
>quickly she snagged at the doorknob to the closet before tossing it open
>Miranda waved her arms and fresh wings about dramatically, while Sarah stood there in the closet looking embarrassed
>The Bicorn was wearing her own lingere, this set being cream colored and made specifically for her proportions and form
>cream colored silk contrasted with her black furred legs and just like Miranda bit into the softer parts of her body
>elating and titillating you, despite the odd shock of embarrassment it gave you
>The Bicorn shared a worried yet excited look with the new Succubus before slowly trotting out and towards the bed
<"You have no one to blame except for yourself for this Anon,"
>Miranda began standing next to her 'sister', crossing her arms beneath her chest as she shot you a playful look
<"We both gave you ample opportunities and you sti-"
>Sarah grasped at Miranda's shoulder, shooting you an apologetic look
<"N-no. It's okay, he's just… he's overly devoted is all. We shouldn't blame him for that."
<"B-but he's been denying you this whole time an-"
<"It was kind of hot."
>Sarah admitted, shooting you a smoldering look
<"Watching him put his hands on you and make you moan an- and…,"
>The large woman shuddered, hands going to her hips where her human flesh met horse
<"The only relief…,"
>her fingers played at the front of cream colored centaur-front-panties
>Her face slowly turning beet red
<"It's borderline abusive."
>Miranda spat out, shooting you an angry look
<"But it was so hot and I came so hard…,"
>Sarah whispered to her, eyes locking with yours
<"C-could the two of you do that o-"
>This time Miranda gave her an annoyed look, her own face beginning to burn
<"W-what?! I- I'm a Bicorn, i-its not a secret."
<"Well, that's not… it doesnt matter, we're going to fix this tonight!"
>Sarah shot you a nervous look before taking on a determined look
<"And if you need anything, you know where I'll be. Okay?"
>Sarah simply nodded as Miranda headed off for the closet, shutting it quietly behind her
>you swallowed hard
>sweat beading on your forehead
>you didn't want to
>not entirely anyways
>The cream colored cloth on her darker colored fur and the ivory color of her skin…
>trying as you might to drive aware the sudden burst of inappropriate feelings
>the shameful want for a woman that wasn't your wife
>at least outside of Mamono standards
>you groaned as you heard her hooves clack softly on the floor as she moved close
>instantly you shut your eyes, grimacing at what was going to happen
>the bed shifted as she began to set her weight on it
>you grit your teeth, preparing for the worst
>Trying your best to will your dick to not respond no matter what
>instead nothing happened
>slowly you opened your eyes
>Sarah simply stared down at you, smiling softly
>slowly she reached out and grabbed at your gag, working it off of you
<"There we go…,"
>you swallowed again, anxiety welling up in you as you had no where to look other than the lingere covered bicorn
<"It's okay Anon, just relax."
"You're going to rap-"
<"Oh no. W-well, not yet but…,"
>She bit lower lip, which caused you to choke as you were suddenly reminded of how pretty she was
>and how alluring that worried face looked
>you had to remain strong, you couldn't give in
<"Lets just… we'll talk for now. Okay?"
>you didn't like it
>couldn't trust it
>but the cotton rope binding you down to the bed didn't give you much of a choice
>Sarah's eyes glimmered for a moment while eyeing you excitedly
<"A-about this… a-and us. I know this isn't exactly what either of us wanted-"
"You dont say."
<"But I… j-just let me at least… I don't know."
>the bicorn sighed, cupping your jaw as she stared down into your face
>her expression almost becoming motherly
<"I guess I want to try and beg our case again? Would that be okay?"
>it wouldn't hurt, and itd be a nice delay
>could you escape this?
>maybe, but it didn't seem likely
"It's not like Im going anywhere Sarah,"
>you couldn't help the defeated and annoyed tone in your voice
>you twitched your arm, the rope going taut on your wrist
<"Oh don't be like that. Please?"
>her hand traced at your jaw as the other slipped to your chest
>her eyes showing concern and worry
<"Look, how much do you know about Mamono mana?"
>your eyes drew out towards the closet
>Apparently not that much
>Miranda hadn't been exposed enough as far as you knew
>And yet, now she had horns and a desire to drain you of cum
>and an even deeper, darker set of wants that were now fully bubbling up to the surface
>Or were those new?
>The result of the mana corrupting her?
<"Well then, let me explain a few things…,"
>Sarah gave you a grin that made your skin break out into gooseflesh
>it was sinister and sweet at the same time, though you didn't feel threatened at all
<"The mana's corruption, well… it's kind of like getting drunk. It takes whats already there a-"
"Are you saying Miranda's been after something like this for years?"
>that couldn't be true
>you would have noticed
>there would have been signs
<"I don't know. But things wouldn't have gotten to this point if she didn't want it. But like I was saying, it takes what's already there and enhances it."
>you swallowed, not sure what to feel about any of it
>you married a cuckoldress
<"E-everyone has things they like that they might not be willing to say out loud… besides, o-once I moved in this was bound to happen."
"So you're saying this was… inevitable?"
>Sarah took on a worried look, eyeing you as she touched at your chest and face a bit more
<"We mamono, we uh… well it's, that is…,"
>immediately the horned horse woman stumbled
>but you could more or less figure where this was going
"You emit mana, don't you?"
<"I-I'm sorry, b-but its all working out for all three of us, isn't it?"
>you frowned involuntarily
<"I'm getting a lovely family and handsome man and Miranda gets a sister and to enjoy one of the bes-"
"And I get to feel guilty and get raped?"
>Sarah took on her own frown as well as looking conflicted
<"Hush. Stop that now, we're going to enjoy ourselves and I'm… I-I'm going to get you to admit t-that youre my husband."
"You aren't going to bre-"
>her hand found your face, pressing down on your lips as she shot you a look
<"Its not going to be like that,"
>slowly she touched at your bindings, working them loose one by one
<"There wont be any wearing down, or breaking you in,"
>Slowly her horsey ears twitched as her face began to turn red
<"I'm just… we'll talk. Properly. A-and watch one of our movies and I know I'll get you to admit that you're my husband."
>you couldn't help but blush at the tone she was taking
>it wasn't like before
>there was a need that was more than physical there
>something that made your chest ache while also exciting you
>could you even do this?
<"S-she'll just have to get over us not having sex just yet,"
>you felt yourself making a face you couldn't place
>While that may have possibly been a concern, it certainly wasn't what you were thinking of
>Even through all of this and the insanity of it all
>you were still devoted to Miranda
>even if she was a cuckquean and wanted you to fuck Sarah
>Not that Sarah wasn't desirable but…
>you couldn't let this continue
"No. I mea-"
<"T-that too. I know. Y-you love her and… just, just give me this one date okay? Once it's over I know you'll be willing to admit it, that you're my husband. T-that you do love me too."
>your face burned as you looked away, her hands now working on your ankles
>Sarah had become more than indispensable
>Much like when you and Miranda had dated in college, you tended to notice her absence in seconds
>and it worried and made you anxious
>made you yearn for her to appear
>that something wasn't complete when you felt that way
>With Miranda you had easily acknowledged it meant that you loved her
>You belonged to Miranda
>Even if she was currently in the closet waiting for the sounds of you fucking Sarah's brains out
>Your ankles were freed and you found yourself looking into Sarah's eyes
<"Now c'mon, you get your butt on that couch."
>you swallowed unsure what it was that she was going to try
>Obviously she wanted to watch another bad B movie with you
>but how could she convince you to just give in?
>Alternatively it wouldn't hurt to just give in but…
>It wasn't as if Miranda seemed to care anymore
>maybe she never did
>an idea that made you feel odd and somehow dirty
>But how would you feel about yourself if you did give in?
>It seemed like everyone around you didn't mind at all
>but could you live with it?
>you swallowed, thinking deeper on it
>Hooves clicked and clacked across the floor and drew your attention as Sarah neared the closet and gave it a slight knock
<"D-do you need help?"
>came a muffled question
<"Oh no. Not… W-we're going to watch a movie first."
<"W-well you know how men are. I… h-he needs to get in the mood, yknow?"
>What the fuck?
>your movie time Sarah never really got you hot and bothered
>What even was there about B movies to get horny about anyways?
<"Okay, just… gimme a signal when you get back."
>your eyes bulged as they locked to the closet and you began to wonder what the hell Miranda was doing
>sure you could imagine typical sex weirdo stuff
>but for two hours and possibly more?
>You couldn't help but be surprised
>The kids were gone, apparently banished to a friends house for the night
>and Sarah had apparently snagged the next instalment of Tritania
>A zipangu rip off of godzilla
>you still loved it, as did Sarah
>it was cheesy and terrible
>and unlike most Mamono movies, it didn't devolve into a "romance" film
>sure there were subplots and various characters kissing but at no point was there ever really any nudity
>most of your apprehension melted away as the movie began to start and the large woman handed you a bowl of popcorn
>the couch groaned as she piled on, pressing close to you and wrapping her arms around your waist and touching at the bowl
>as the images flicked across the screen you felt her press closer
>her barely contained chest brushing against your arm as her lips found your ear
<"Isn't this great Anon?"
>you swallowed, hand mid grab at the popcorn
>you were getting distracted
<"Just relax, okay? Now, let me just…,"
>A hand touched at your thigh and you felt yourself tense up in response
<"beg my case."
>lips seared against your neck, but only for a second
>her hand leaving your thigh only to grab her own handful of popcorn which was then offered to you
>her eyes smoldering as she offered it to you
<"It isn't just that you're so great as a man Anon, its…,"
>she trailed off, biting her lower lip which caused your blood pressure to rise
<"You make me feel like I… I just feel like I should be doing everything I can to be the best wife I can,"
>you tried to focus on the movie even as you felt color rising to your cheeks
<"Th-hat I should be willing to have as many kids as you want a-"
>a hand cupped your jaw, forcing you to look straight on into her face
>her nose practically touching yours
<"We aren't talking about her right now, we're talking about you and me."
>you shivered, you skin feeling hot as you tried to look away
>only for her to hold your head tight in her grip
<"I want you to come home and be excited that I have date night like this set up and ready for you,"
>her tongue peeked out from her mouth for a second as she licked at her lips
>her ears twitching as a lewd look played over her face
<"I want you to keep me in bed fo-"
>immediately Sarah stopped frowning at you visciously only for you to realize that you had a goofy grin plastered on your face
>you couldn't help it
>You only had a queen-sized bed
>she'd never fit
>then there was Miranda who'd splay out, limbs shooting out whichever way possible
>even with a King sized bed things would be a rather cra-
<"You think that's funny?"
>her voice dripped with a touch of annoyance while oddly husky and needy, though no venom was there
<"Judging what I can do with this body, like you have any idea."
>her hand dropped from your jaw and snagged at her bra
>it pulled away slightly, revealing perfect porcelain skin and just the hint of a pink areola
>you choked, face burning further
"It's not like that, the bed-"
<"I could show you Anon, show you what I can do on that bed with this body. You might be shocked,"
>you swallowed, hands beginning to shake
>you couldn't do this
>you had to stay strong and not give in
<"I'll show you, if only you bother to tell me what I want. Just tell me,"
>She pressed closer, her breath on your lips as her voice dropped to a near whisper
>a hand snaked down and grasped at you, which pulled a light moan out of you
>only for embarrassment and a touch of shame to pool in you
>you hadn't even noticed that you were hard, but Sarah apparently had
<"Are our husband."
>you shivered as you began to tremble
>Sarah's hand now fully grasping and groping at you
>her eyes burning into yours as unseen images flashed away on the nearby television
<"But I'm your wife,"
<"I'm entitled to this,"
>The Bicorn gave you a gentle squeeze, barely drawing out a stifled, strangled sound from you
>Everything considered, should you persist in resisting?
>Sarah pressed close, lips practically touching yours as your face began to burn
>slowly her tongue came out as she grabbed a handful of your hair and forced you to hold still as her tongue began to trace at your lips
>you fought to hold your breath, your mind drifiting off as you felt her methodically taste at you
>was it nearly ten minutes? Less? More?
>you weren't sure
>but however long it was, your pants were undone as her cool skin made contact with your throbbing and hot erection
>Her tongue, simultaneously, workrf its way into your mouth and pulled a moan out of you
>you shivered again as the sensation began to overwhelm you
>quickly Sarah pulled away
>a line of shared spit joining the two of you as she shot you a hungry look
>Slowly her hand began to warm on your stiff cock as she began to pump
<"You see Anon, I'm a Mamono and-"
>her thumb glanced across the underside of your glans, causing you to twitch involuntarily and cry out
<"I wouldn't even consider doing this if you didn't belong to me."
>her lips locked to yours again as the air in your lungs suddenly escaped
>her hand now working desperately on your now throbbing cock
>you twitched, whimpering into the kiss as you were slowly overwhelmed
>slowly something began to build deep inside you
>your toes splaying out as the muscles in your legs began to tense up painfully tight
>And in an instant
>again the kiss was broken, as Sarah's eyes caught yours
>and her hand pulled away from you, grasping at your pants instead as you throbbed and ached
<"Now, are you going to be a good boy and get in bed, or should we break in this couch?"
>you needed release
>you lungs ached
>your face burned
>part of you wanted to just give in right here on the couch
>you needed it more than anything
>Carnal needs requiring you to grab up fistfuls of her hair while shoving your tongue in her mouth and slamming your hips against hers
>choking her while doing your damnest to pump her womb full
>forcing her to bare yo-
>you swallowed as your eyes broke line of sight with Sarah, only to catch Miranda standing in your bedroom door
>Sarah shot her a disapproving look, though quickly sighed before grasping roughly at your cock and causing you to hiss loudly
<"It's still my turn, y-you can join in once I'm done."
>Anxiety and confusion bloomed in your chest as your wife moved across the room and threw herself down on a nearby beanbag that the kids tended to use
<"D-don't mind me, I'm just… well I might touch a little bit, but I'll mostly just watch."
>Sarah nodded to the Succubus who quickly began to shimmy her panties off and work on taking on a more comfortable position on the beanbag
>your face burned as you began to feel a bit dizzy
>Gently Sarah grasped at your chin and forced you to look at her, pulling your eyes away from your nearby wife
>Slowly she resumed pumping your cock in her hand, gripping just the right way on your head as she pressed close again for another heavy kiss
>her tongue invading hungrily for a second before she pulled again and eyeing you with need
>A wet sound filled the air as you heard Miranda let out an odd sound
>Sarah's grip on your head though remained steadfast, forcing you to look dead on into her eyes
<"L-look at me, only at me right now. Tell me you're going to give me your cum, that you're my husband or I'm going to stop right now,"
>You heard a whimper from your wife that only made your cock harden as excitement and guilt blossomed in you
>you choked, fighting against your instincts and a lost cause
<"Tell me right now."
<"Give me a proper answer Anon,"
>you swallowed, Sarah loosening her grip on your head
>immediately you found yourself looking for Miranda
>only to lock eyes with your wife as she shot you a needful look
>her fingers delving into herself as her face burned and juices ran rampantly on her thighs
<"A-anon, please~ you h-hav-"
<"Hush, let him make his own decisions."
>Sarah chided suddenly, shooting Miranda a look
<"He has to want this,"
>Sarah pressed close again, her tongue tasting at your mouth
<"He has to tell us that he wants this. That he wants us…,"
>you shivered, face burning as you watched your wife begin to work her fingers into herself
>the soft, wet squelching and whimpering from her driving you cock to ache painfully
>you wife murmured and you found yourself looking away from her in embarrassment, eyes catching Sarah's
>her eyes gleamed mischievously
<"Or are you too overwhelmed to speak?"
>it was certainly one way of putting it
>you had no idea how to feel about this
>how to react
>your cock twitched and previous thoughts of breeding the Bicorn flooded back for just a moment
>her moaning loudly as she grasped at you
>or you holding tightly to her tail and using it to pull her back and impale her large beastly rear onto your cock
>you couldn't help the odd, singular question the bubbled to the front of your mind of if it was possible for her to become doubly pregnant
>that didn't seem right
>though, she did have two functioning wombs just waiting and begging for your cum
<"You wont mind, will you? You do belong to us…,"
>Sarah grabbed at your cock, squeezing it roughly and pulling a pained moan out of you
>her free hand dropped to her centaur-front-panties, peeling away the cream colored cloth
>a trail of thick, viscous juices linking the cover to her glistening sex
>you felt your mouth water, eyes drawn to her smooth and needful body
>you muttered, suddenly realizing that you were likely to have both of these women running a train on you every night for the foreseeable future
>Sarah shot you a grin and you heard Miranda let out an overly pleased moan
>all you could do was swallow, shivering as she began to line your cock up
<"That's the plan."
>she muttered as she began to slowly press down onto you, your legs splayed wide to fit around her front-waist
>pressure and friction eventually gave way and your cock was enveloped in a boiling, wet furnace that began to immediately massage at you
>Sarah gasped loudly, grabbing at you with worry as she began to shudder
>Miranda let out a strangled wail, the sounds of her fingers and more becoming harder to ignore
>the torrent of quick, wet shlicking and the sounds of her honey dripping freely on the floor made all of it unbearable
>you heard your succubus wife whimper
>you groaned, only to feel Sarah's lips lock to yours as she griped your body tightly
>you barely realized it, but you were completely pinned to the couch
>unable to move and completely at the large woman's mercy
>a shudder ripped through her, her hot innards shifting as they began to try and milk you
>You struggled to breath but didn't care as Sarah slowly continued to 'ride' you
>her larger form pressing down, impaling herself on you rhythmically as she held you close
>You couldn't help but tremble at the sensation
>It wasn't just that there was more muscle behind it, making it more intense than anything you had had experienced before
>it was that Mamono really were built different
>you moaned, almost painfully, into the kiss that she continued to refuse to break
>the intensity of it and the sensation driving you ever closer to filling her hungry womb
>An absent thought filled your mind as the pleasure began to take you
>Would Miranda be this way as well?
>She had changed
>The magic, molding and reshaping her into a Mamono
>would her body be so needful and ready for you?
>She was your wife and you knew ever inch of her, but would it be different as a Mamono?
>It would have to be
>She was a succubus now
>the likelihood that she would now be like her namesake scared and excited you
>lips broke from yours as you felt what was could only be rope being pulled through your navel
>you shook, voice strangling in your throat as you felt a torrent rush out of you and into Sarah
>quickly she left out a yelp, grasping at her hips as her eyes cast downward
>a thick pool of both of your juices dripping out of her snatch and forming on you beneath her
>Miranda let out a low moan, pulling your dazed attention as you looked over only to catch her with an overly pleased look as she trembled before collapsing into the beanbag
>a set of her fingers still gripping tightly at her dripping sex
>You sighed, feeling worn and tired
>you had finally gotten the kids to bed
>both of the newborns were finally down for the count
>the older baby sleeping soundly in her mock stable-bassinette, her half-brother equally sound next to her
>the dishwasher and washing machines hummed and thrummed away, filling the house with a domestic white noise that was comforting
>you sighed again as you made your way to your bedroom, a slight touch of stress coming to mind
>you didn't need this right now, you didn't want it
>but it was wednesday
>but you didn't care, you wanted off schedule
>you wanted to just relax
>as soon as you hit the door, a grumpy look came to your face
<"There he is,"
>Miranda shot you a cruel smile, eyes glimmering as she stood up from the oversized bed
<"Were the kids too much?"
>Sarah asked, shifting on her part of the bed as she shot you her own implicative smile
"No, not really."
>you answered as you moved across the room and flopped down on the bed
<"Well, it's wednesday."
>Miranda ventured and you couldn't help but let out a groan
>you were tired
>you didn't have it in yourself to dispense seven creampies between the two of them
>even with a core-spine, you doubted it'd be enough
>you did love them but a man had his limits
"Can we… I just want to relax, lets do that please?"
>Miranda shot Sarah a look as the two of them crowded in on you
>each of them pawing at you gently, Miranda putting herself back on the bed and pressing into your side
>Sarah, likewise moved to press her larger body against yours on the opposite side
<"Poor thing, are we wearing you out?"
>you frowned from your spot on the bed
>you couldnt see it, but you knew they were sharing a look and grinning at each other
>they were terrible
>but you couldn't help but be completely wrapped up in your feelings for them
"Just need to rest is all."
>Miranda let out in mock-annoyance, you could practically hear her smile in her voice
<"But you have to put us to bed too."
>you grinned, knowing where this was going
>another weird nightly ritual the two of them had begun demanding from you
>Something you had fallen into
>something that you had also begun to crave and need
>you murmured, sitting up as you shot a look between the two of them
>you moved, pressing close as your arms wrapped around Miranda
>her elfin ears twitching as her face began to redden
>gently you kissed her, the scent of her filling your nose for moment as the two of you held each other close
>Something sweet and spicy
>as the two of you began to part, you felt Sarah's hands grasping at you as she pulled you into her own embrace
>her lips locked to yours, greedy as always
>the scent of something floral invading before her grip on you loosed and you were let free
>Actual annoyance filled Miranda's voice and you couldn't help but crack a rueful grin
>a blush coming to your own face
>right, of course
>the rest of the 'ritual'
>otherwise the two of them would pester you about being unable to sleep all night
"I love you Miranda,"
>your wife grinned, wings flapping as her tail began to bounce about behind her
"And I love you Sarah."
>your other wife gave a softer, sweeter smile as she touched at your shoulder
>before shooting Miranda a rather leading look
"Can I go to bed now?"
>your bicorn started
<"I think you need to try and put us to bed again,"
>your succubus followed
>All you could do was groan before dropping back onto the bed, a grin plastered on your face