FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The bedroom was filled with the sound of soft groans of pleasure, though not the kind of pleasured groans one would usually associate with a bedroom. A content Sam was sat in her usual spot-as if she could move anywhere else without assistance or her magical amulet-her stomach being massaged by an equally content Cerulean. Though neither party was romantically interested in the other, it was an intimate moment, and one that both enjoyed thoroughly.

Sam was in a state of total ecstasy at the hands of the minion, feeling the most relaxed she had been in a long time. It was sometimes a little difficult being so heavy, considering the fact that any sort of movement or labor took effort and could leave her more sweaty than she already was naturally. Any opportunity she got for stress relief was appreciated, especially when it came in the form of belly massages.

"Th-thanks for the massage, Cer,"

The raven managed to stutter out, smiling at the small blue imp as she gazed at her from under hooded eyes.

"I needed this. What would I do without you, your sisters, and Natasha?"

There wasn't often a time when her partner wasn't within 20 feet of her. It made it all the more painful whenever she had to leave, the lack of that faintly beating heartbeat under her making her ache inside. Even now, when Natasha was only to be gone for a short period of time doing some grocery shopping, Sam found herself getting mildly anxious.

"I figured you needed one! I can try and clean you up a little bit too, if you'd like. I know Natasha prefers you unbathed, but it can't be that comfortable for you."

Cerulean giggled innocently, focusing her rubbing on a particularly sensitive area of Sam's feathered belly. The greasy feathers probably could use a good cleaning, considering how much oily residue was being left on the minions hands from the massage.

"That would be nice. I'm definitely not the biggest fan of not being able to bathe properly, but it makes Natasha happy."

Sam admitted, letting out a soft sigh. She loved Natasha, but that was a frequent argument of theirs. They usually compromised with most of her body being cleaned, minus the heavy underbelly, but that often meant Natasha went to brood under there more frequently. She did at least usually get a weekly cleaning, which she appreciated greatly. Sam hated seeing her girlfriend upset in any way. However, sometimes it was necessary, like when the smell begins to creep out from under her belly. Maybe Natasha would allow for a light cleaning of her underbelly soon if she asked nicely enough.

It was then Cerulean's fingers began to massage directly below her belly button, the most sensitive spot on her belly. Her stomach quaked a little bit as she took in a sharp breath, a bubbling sensation flooding her gut as she felt small hands gently kneading at her skin.

"Wait, Cer, you-"

She started, but with the continued rubbing of that spot, she quickly found herself overwhelmed with laughter as she was tickled. Her belly heaved and bounced, and though Cerulean attempted to grab onto her endless folds, the layer of oils and sweat that had accumulated on Sam's feathers made it nearly impossible. She lost her balance within seconds, the feathers she had managed to grab onto sliding free of her hands as she tumbled down her monstrous belly.

A shriek of shock could be heard as the fox fell, and Sam winced as she felt something sharp scratch her lower stomach. She attempted to peer over her belly to see if Cerulean was okay, concerned.

"Are you alright, Cer?"

She asked, the worry in her voice evident as she saw a flash of blue fur, and then Cerulean's face appear from under her.

"Yes, I'm fine!"

The fox imp chirped, seemingly unfazed by the fall. It wasn't the first time something like this had happened, after all. It was fairly easy to slide off of Sam's blubber-like body, even when her feathers were relatively clean-so adding all that grease to the equation didn't help.

Relieved, Sam let out a sigh, before shifting slightly to see if she could get a better look at the spot where she had felt the slight pain. She was sure it wasn't anything serious, but it was probably a good idea for her to keep an eye on any wounds considering her size-even small cuts could easily become infected.

"I'm glad you're okay. Will you check my stomach? I think you scratched me a little bit. I don't think it's too bad but I may need some polysporin,"

She watched as Cerulean froze suddenly, visibly blanching. She furrowed her brow, confused by the reaction. It wasn't a very deep scratch, if there was one, as it felt like a surface cut probably from one of her horns.

"Wh-what?"

Cerulean spoke, her voice trembling. "Are you sure? No, no no no!" She exclaimed, scrambling to inspect the raven's stomach. Her fears were confirmed at the sight of a small scratch, a few drops of blood beading on the surface before trickling down. It wasn't too bad of a scratch, but for Cerulean, this was life or death.

"It was an accident, Cer, I promise it's okay. It's probably not even that bad." Sam reassured her, still not really understanding why it was such a big deal for poor Cerulean. She could see that her words were not helping the imp calm down, however, Sam becoming increasingly worried as Cerulean started to hyperventilate.

"Auram?" Sam called, a pinch of stress in her tone. "Can you come here?"

The gold imp appeared by her side in an instant, a curious look on her face as she examined the scene before her. She paused as she noticed her sister's terror, paling slightly. It had to be pretty bad considering the utter panic radiating from the usually bubbly Cerulean.

"Can you take my iPad and take a picture of my belly? I have a scratch, but Cerulean's freaking out and won't listen to me."

Sam continued, confused once again as she watched Auram freeze, a similar look of terror lighting up her pale face. With shaking hands, she takes the iPad from atop Sam's belly, quickly hopping back down as if anxious she may also scratch the raven. She began to search through the oily feathers, until she finally found what she was looking for, nearly fainting at the sight of the small abrasion. Taking a picture, she places the iPad back down in front of her mistress' lover before going to comfort her sister, who at this point was beginning to weep pitifully.

"She respects you, I'm sure it would be instantaneous."

Auram whispered under her breath, and although it was clearly meant to be hidden from Sam, she did hear, her mind racing as she tried to figure out what they were talking about.

She took a moment to examine the wound, letting out a sigh of relief when she saw how shallow it was. Of course, it would need some sort of ointment on it to ensure that it didn't get infected, but it really wasn't a bad cut at all. It would probably be healed within a few days, as long as they kept it clean.

"It's not bad at all, as I thought. No need to panic, I'm fine,"

Sam smiled, hoping to calm the two imps down. It didn't seem to work.

"Can one of you get me some ointment? Maybe a bandaid too?"

It did not, however, calm either of the imps down, but Auram did run off to search for the requested ointment as Cerulean continued to panic, muttering under her breath as she paced back and forth as pure fear settled into her very being. Auram appeared a few moments later, shaking her head.

"We don't have any. I checked everywhere."

She spoke as calmly as she could manage, wrapping an arm around her sister when she noticed how pale the other imp was becoming. Her voice dropped to a whisper once again as she spoke.

"Maybe she'll take pity on you. I pray to the Gods almighty that she does."

Sam, still lost, pulled up Natasha's number on her iPad. She was certain she knew what they were referring to, but it was seemingly hidden at the back of her memory for the time being. Perhaps there was a reason she had blocked it from her mind.

"I'm going to call Natasha. She's out shopping anyway, so she can grab some for me."

She said, humming as she went to dial her number-however, Cerulean immediately fainted into her sister's arms, causing Sam to stop what she was doing with a gasp.

"Is she okay? What's going on? Why aren't you telling me anything?"

She asked, frowning. She was concerned, but it was frustrating to not be on the Same page with the others. She often found herself being left out of important conversations simply because the others seemed to want to protect her from any information that could be considered even mildly stressful.

"She'll be fine,"

Auram said through gritted teeth, dragging Cerulean towards the couch where she managed to prop her up.

"Don't worry about her."

"I don't understand why-"

Sam started, before cutting herself as she finally stumbled upon the reason for their stress.

"Oh, I don't know how I could forget... Natasha wouldn't do that to her, not anymore. We've moved on, we're family and I wouldn't let that happen."

She said honestly, furrowing her brow. She had never been told exactly what had happened, but Sam was smart enough to guess, especially with the horns now mounted on the wall.

It was then that Cerulean stirred, still pale and obviously disoriented as she took in her surroundings. She glanced up at the raven, and nearly fainted again as she remembered the events of the morning.

"P-please don't call her!"

Cerulean cried out, shaking her head. Auram shushed her, gently running her fingers through the fur on her head in an attempt to soothe her-it was not very effective.

"I need to at least text her so I can get some polysporin for this cut, but I will explain everything and make sure that you're okay. It's just a scratch, and an accidental one at that. Plus, she's not that overprotective anymore, we've been dating for like, four years now. Just take a deep breath."

Sam said calmly, offering a warm smile of reassurance to the imp.

"Really?"

"Really. I promise you'll be fine."

Cerulean seemed to calm down slightly at that, but she was still trembling at the thought of Natasha hearing. Sam patted her stomach, gesturing for the two girls to come see their texts. They both obliged, cautiously crawling up Sam's stomach to sit on her shoulders. Sam pulled out her phone from the rolls of her neck, and began to text. Despite her confidence, she couldn't help but feel a little nervous herself.

Sam: Hey babe! Are you still at the supermarket?

Natasha <3: Hello beautiful~ Yes, what's up?

Sam: Can you pick me up some polysporin? One of the sisters slipped and scratched me a little bit, nothing serious, we just don't have any ointment here.

Natasha <3: Which one?

Sam: Just the single antibiotic version in the pharmacy section. I don't really need it, but it's better to be safe than sorry because of all the sweat and the risk of infection-especially if I get spaghetti sauce all over myself again lol. BTW, that sauce was absolutely amazing ???? You'll have to make it again

!

Natasha <3: Which. One.

Sam frowned at the message, and although she could make an assumption of what she was getting at, she refused to give in so easily-more for Cerulean's sake than for her own. She hoped to convey to her lover that it wasn't serious, and that no punishment was required for a simple accident, but she wasn't positive about what the actual results would look like.

Sam: What are you talking about? The sauce you made a few hours ago, there were leftovers.

Natasha <3: Sam.

Natasha <3: Which one of my minions scratched you?

Sam: Why does it matter? It was an accident. You know I don't like when you refer to them as minions, also. They have names, personalities and drives-they're more than just servants.

Natasha <3: Sam. Which. One. Scratched. You.

Sam: If I tell you, you have to give me your word that you won't hurt them.

Natasha types for a moment before her text bubble disappears all together. The room was eerily quiet, the tension hanging around them heavily and filling the imps with a sense of pure dread. The only sound that could be heard was the teeth of the blue imp chattering, who looked deathly ill at this point.

Natasha <3: So you need the single antibiotic one with the maroon label?

Sam: Tash! Promise me right now that you won't hurt them!!!

The irritation Sam felt was only increasing as Natasha avoided answering her. She wasn't about to let anyone get hurt over a simple scratch.

Sam: If you physically hurt her in any way, shape, or form, I won't ever forgive you. Promise me that you won't lay a finger on them, or I won't tell you.

There was another brief pause before the typing began again, the sister's staring at the phone intensely as if an angry Natasha would break through the screen at any second.

Natasha <3: Fine. I promise.

Sam: Thank you babe ?????? It was Cerulean. I'm holding you to your word.

Natasha <3: Hand her the phone.

The second Sam handed the phone to the imp, and the second it hit her hand it began to ring. Cerulean swallowed hard, her hand shaking as she accepted and held it close to her ear. Immediately, she could hear Natasha's angered words, a shrill shriek leaving her lips as her eyes grew wide.

"She saved your life, Cerulean. I need not remind you of what happened to your sister. You're not to massage or touch Sam at all anymore. I don't even want you to breathe near her." Natasha growled out, the anger that seeped into her voice making Cerulean turn ice-cold.

"Yes mistress."

The imp managed to squeak out, barely able to stay conscious. Her body was basically paralyzed, as if one wrong move would result in her being smited.

"Pass the phone back to Sam, and then get off of her!"

Her roar could be heard by all three of them, Cerulean's breathing speeding up until she was essentially hyperventilating once again. Sam frowned, and grabbed Cerulean's hand with her own, anchoring her in place as the phone was returned to her free hand.

"Is she off of you?" The wolf asked, her voice calming only slightly for Sam.

"No, and I'm keeping her here. What did you say to her?"

There was a long pause, a sigh of frustration barely audible as if she had covered the microphone with her hand. Sam was not pleased that Cerulean had gotten scolded at all, but she supposed that this was better than the alternative outcome. She couldn't even imagine losing one of the sisters now. The thought created a dull ache in her heart, as she realized how much she truly had come to love her current family-even with all their imperfections, they were perfect to her.

"She's not allowed to touch you,"

Natasha paused once more, clearly knowing that Sam would have issue with this punishment. After all, aside from her lover, Cerulean was probably her favorite masseuse.

"That's her punishment."

"No. I didn't agree to that, I like her touching me. She gives me the best belly rubs, and I know she enjoys them too!"

"That's exactly why it's her punishment. She's not allowed to do something she enjoys, I think that is more than fair considering the damage she did to you. I could be harsher."

"You can't make that call though! It's my body. It's just a scratch, she hardly even drew blood."

Cerulean's eyes rolled back as she passed out once more, Sam gripping her arm to keep her upright. Auram quickly jumped over to hold her up, allowing Sam to let go. The golden imp flinched as she heard the roar that followed echo within the bedroom.

"She drew blood?!"

Natasha snarled, and a violent snapping sound could be heard even over the phone's low quality audio. The coyote, in all her rage, had punched a tree with such force that she had left a massive crack that penetrated all the way to the center. If Cerulean would've been conscious, she surely would've started crying-and Auram seemed to be on the brink of tears herself. Natasha was nearly home now, and she was still fuming, though her little outburst had certainly aided in calming her slightly.

"Did you get the polysporin?"

Sam, per usual, was completely unfazed by her lover's tantrum.

Another moment of silence, followed by a sigh.

"Yes."

"So... if you do decide to punish her-although I don't think you should-you can't deprive me of her presence. She gives better massages than you."

"You retract that this instant! That's not true at all, and you know it!"

"Well, she's not as great, but she's still good! What will I do if you're out?"

"Telling me that little mongrel is anywhere near my skill..."

Natasha muttered in annoyance, only a few minutes from the house now.

"Too far."

"Sorry, you're much better babe."

Sam took a moment to breathe, trying to calm down a bit. It had been a long time since she had gotten this heated with her partner. She thought for a moment before sighing, finding a compromise.

"If you do punish her, it can't deprive me of her presence. I love having her here and I refuse to sacrifice that!"

"Fine,"

Natasha grunted, clearly not happy with the compromise. "I'll be home in a second, I can see the cottage."

"Okay, see you in a moment babe. Love you!"

Sam blew a kiss into the phone, ending the call. Cerulean had finally stirred, being held tightly by her sister.

"What did she say?"

The blue imp asked quietly, gulping as she braced herself for the answer. The raven smiled softly, hoping to reassure her. She knew that Natasha sometimes scared the sisters with her rage, but she was glad that she could show them how gentle she could be once past the initial anger.

"She's still going to punish you, but it will be simple. Maybe no touching me for a day. I told her she's not allowed to punish you in any way that deprives me of you, don't worry!"

Cerulean still looked scared, but Sam had definitely helped her breathe a bit easier. She wasn't hyperventilating anymore, though her breathing was still labored. Suddenly, the front door flung open loudly, the hinges holding on for dear life as the sound of stomping footsteps echoed within the small house. Natasha appeared in the doorway of the bedroom moments later, expressionless as she made a beeline for Sam's heavy gut.

"Hey babe," Sam said with a chipper tone to her voice, ignoring the coldness in her girlfriend's face as she took a brief glance over at the sisters before continuing to lift her stomach. She combed through the greasy feathers carefully until she found the scratch, her expression made of stone as she studied it for a moment. She exhaled slightly, possibly in relief, but it was hard to tell with her lack of emotion.

"Viridi!"

The green imp ran in seconds later carrying a bag filled to the brim with different antibiotic ointments. Natasha had seemingly grabbed the entire section at the store. Viridi placed the bag down next to Natasha before backing away cautiously, her eyes anxiously shifting from side to side as she looked between her sisters, Sam, and Natasha, an agonizing silence flooding the room.

Natasha found the triple action polysporin and spread some on her fingers, carefully applying it to her cut. The sisters exchanged some looks, and Sam watched with an endearing smile as Natasha tended to her so gently. The silence continued for another minute after she was done, until she cleared her throat, turning to face her minions, specifically locking eyes with Cerulean.

"You are not to touch Sam's belly for a week."

Natasha said firmly, which was not much of a punishment, but for Cerulean it was certainly mildly upsetting-though nothing could possibly be as upsetting as her original fate. Natasha wasn't done quite yet, however.

"You also may not speak to your sister's for six months. Understood?"

Cerulean's lower lip trembled at that. She was appalled, frankly. She loved her sisters dearly, and not being able to communicate with them sounded like absolute hell. She didn't argue, though, nodding before dropping her gaze. Sam was about to speak up, before pausing. She knew this would be a better punishment than what Natasha had dealt out before, and she had an idea for a way around it already.

The coyote clicked her tongue in approval, her lips formed into a thin line as she glanced up to her partner. Her face softened a bit at that, putting a hand on Sam's stomach.

"Say thank you to Sam. She saved your life."

"Th-thank you S-Sam,"

Cerulean said shakily, her voice raw as she had begun to cry. She knew better than to say anything else, and was just grateful that she was standing here alive and well. Her sisters seemed just as relieved, Viridi hopping up onto Sam so her and Auram could give the sobbing blue imp a tight hug, both equally as grateful.

Content with Cerulean's reaction, Natasha turned her attention to Sam, furrowing her brow. She still wasn't quite pleased with their agreement, but she did have to admit the blue imp was special to not only Sam, but also her, even if she didn't show it. The sisters were loyal, even if they were essentially forced to be considering Natasha's bloodline, and she could appreciate that.

"If I didn't love you so much,"

Natasha began with a cold cadence to her voice, crossing her arms. Sam simply smirked, shrugging.

"But you do."

Natasha gritted her teeth slightly, but she couldn't stay irritated with her gorgeous partner for long. She gave in, nodding in agreement and offered a tense smile to the raven. She then pulled off her top, the rest of her clothes following shortly after as she silently lifted Sam's stomach and entered her den contently.

The green and gold imps turned to look back at their sister, who they were still holding onto tightly. The three looked devastated, especially Cerulean, with tears still running down her face.

The raven turned to the three of them, smiling fondly. She knew exactly what to do.

"Have you ever heard of sign language?"

Sam asked under her breath, to which the blue fox sniffled and shook her head. At that, she continued.

"It's communication through hand signs and no speaking. There's a lot of tutorials online, and we can learn it so you can speak to them without speaking! Would you like that?"

Cerulean perked up almost immediately, nodding eagerly as she wiped the tears from her eyes. Sam grinned, and began typing on her iPad to find some basic ASL lessons. She selected a popular deaf youtuber, pulling up one of his videos.

"Grab my headphones. There's always a loophole." Sam winked.

Without saying a word, she separated from her sisters and gave Sam a squeeze, holding on tightly to her. The others followed shortly after, and Sam beamed excitedly.

Natasha was listening quietly from under Sam's blubbery gut, her ears twitching as she heard her girlfriend suggest sign language. She narrowed her eyes, frowning.

"Very clever, Sam."

------------------_____

Written by anon

Drawn by qaulide