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"HAH! GOTCHA!"

Samantha squawked disappointedly when Maria's attack had sent her character flying off the edge of the screen, finally removing her last life and ending the match. The obese raven pouted, defeated, grabbing the last piece of brownie that was left for dessert. She wasn't a very good loser, but for a friend as close as Maria, she could make a little bit of an effort and bite down her pride; she admitted defeat, and let the feline enjoy her victory.

Natasha simply watched, her bored gaze looking at Sam's friends, the two women robbing her of her privacy with her lover. Even though she tried to sit proudly, her posture betrayed how tired she was; she was used to cooking for her soulmate, and would gladly pull all-nighters for her, but crafting intricate, delightfully tasty courses only to have most of it robbed by some worthless guests?... It irritated her beyond reason. Still, she had to comply with the immobile corvid's requests, even if that meant spending time and energy so her friends wouldn't starve.

She wasn't quite interested in "gaming"; she needed not such a pass time, especially when she could simply lounge in her den for as long as she wished. No enjoyment would be as fulfilling as delighting in her lover's mass, softness, scent and taste-- and anything that took this away from her was nothing but a pointless distraction. So when that match finally ended, she got up, figuring she had seen enough of this charade.

"This has been quite lovely and fun," she lied, "but I believe I've reached my limits." She smiled at Sam's friends: "You two are free to stay of course! But I shall retire now, and get some rest."

Everybody simply nodded, respecting the silver coyote's wishes and thinking nothing of her comment. When she walked up to the bed and reached under the raven's ridiculously heavy belly, lifting it as if it were the weight of a feather, the three anthros reacted in turn: Sam blushed at the caring touch of her partner; Rachel gasped in awe at Natasha's feat, the fat turkey witnessing first hand the coyote's supernatural strength; but most noticeably, Maria was both shocked and perplex.

"Um. What... are you doing?" inquired the catgirl, clearly weirded out by this sudden turn of events.

Natasha looked back, raising an eyebrow. "Well, I'm going in my den? To get some sleep?"

A short, awkward silence followed, during which Maria and Rachel ever-so-briefly shared an even more confused stare. Sam meanwhile blushed even harder, not sure how to feel about the canine being so nonchalant about this situation.

"Your den?" repeats Rachel, completely lost.

"Yes, my den," replies Natasha, barely holding back a sigh of annoyment. She continued, articulating slowly, as if she were talking to two of the dumbest idiots on the planet: "I'm tired. So I'm going to sleep in my den. Like anybody else would. When you're tired, you go home and sleep, don't you? Well, that's what I'm doing." She slipped her other hand under the raven's flab, lifting her belly high enough so that she could easily hop in that warm, dark, comfy space-- but right before she could, the feline's voice reached her ears again, causing them to twitch with irritation.

"But it's Sam's body. You can't just. Do that. That's not your decision to make," protested Maria.

Natasha groaned, before looking back at the two guests. Before she could give them a piece of her mind however, her lover interjected briefly: "Maybe you could just sleep on my shoulder tonight...?" she suggested in a quiet peep.

"NO!" Everybody jumped at the coyote's sudden outburst. "This is my territory. This is my den. My personal space. My favorite place! Why wouldn't I be able to sleep in it tonight?!"

Samantha winced slightly, realizing it was unlikely her girlfriend would relent; the half-vampire was extremely possessive after all, and still knew little of social rules. She had gotten so used to letting her sleep under her belly that she had almost forgotten this wasn't even the slightest bit normal-- and with how detached she was from the world, there was no way she would know. So she wiggled a bit to get her lover's attention, and looked into her eyes:

"Babe... Look, I know I really love when you're down there... and you do too but these are my friends. If you did that they'd be really uncomfortable"-- a tense silence followed, Natasha's eyes half-lidded with indifference as to why Sam's friends being uncomfortable was supposed to be her problem --"... And if they're uncomfortable, then so am I," added the raven.

Another void in the conversation, during which the two lovebirds look at each other intensely... before Natasha, in contrast with her very visible frustration, very slowly, very delicately put down the raven's flabby belly back onto the mattress. "Fiiiiine, I will sleep when they leave," she eventually says, letting out a long, defeated sigh, before heading back to the chair and sitting down, arms crossed-- scowling ever-so-lightly, almost inaudibly so.

...

Maria clearly remembered the odd scene, more than a year ago. The initial shock back then, of discovering the coyote's... peculiar behavior, had been unforgettable. Yet, today, as similar as the atmosphere was, something felt... different. Something was off, but the feline just couldn't put her finger on it. Natasha was lying down, resting on Sam's massive shoulder, all curled up on herself. Meanwhile, she watched as Sam and Rachel were hard at work playing; they had made a group of three for their battle royale game but Maria had been eliminated before being able to join with her two friends-- now the two avians were fully focused, nearly about to be the only players left. Only three other opponents were remaining, and it was a full squad, which meant a two against three situation.

Maria noticed Sam's body being so visibly tense, every little bit of her focus in the current match. The zone in which players could survive was shrinking, and a forced confrontation was inevitable. Despite the clear silence she could tell the birds were working in tandem, ready to strike, and...

"GAH!"

The first sound came from the chubby turkey, who had managed to take down one opponent and hurt another, but not without getting downed-- she slowly began crawling towards her raven partner, only for Sam to go whole hog on the damaged squad and sacrificing her teammate as bait.

Feeling betrayed, the turkey whined. "Sam! What the heck?!"

"Quiet!" immediately cut the raven, before managing to pull off an incredible feat of aiming, quickly reaping the two hurt opponents, then savagely shooting down the last enemy. "LET'S FUCKING GO!" she burst out loudly. "Eat this, losers!"

Natasha flinched slightly, but said nothing of it. Rachel groaned, dropping her controller and crossing her arms.

"Not cool, Sam. You could've helped me there," she muttered.

The obese raven scoffed, "What? It's not really like it matters in the end, because we won, didn't we? Besides, you shouldn't have done something so risky to begin with."

"Wha--?! Dude, have you SEEN what you did to get the win? How was that not risky?"

"It was"-- Samantha just shrugged nonchalantly --"but I got away with it because I'm good at the game."

Rachel simply stared at her friend, dumbfounded, before deciding to drop the argument; she shook her head, sighing, while the raven continued to boast her "boundless skill at this game", doing a victory wobble as she gloated.

That was when Maria understood what exactly the problem was.

"Natasha," she began, standing up, "Would you mind showing me the way to the bathroom, please?"

The coyote perked up at the call, opening one eye and looking towards the black cat. Hearing her request, she shifted slightly, looking back at her corvid lover, as if silently asking for permission. When the raven gave her a nod, she moved out, stretching and then carefully crawling off of the obese bird's body, before finally landing on the floor. In complete silence, she beckoned the feline to follow her, the two of them promptly exiting the room, leaving the avians alone.

When they arrived, the silver-furred canine opened the door for Maria, but before she could even turn around to leave, the feline dragged her into the bathroom with her and shut the door behind them. Natasha raised an eyebrow in confusion, not sure as to why the lithe catgirl looked at her so seriously.

"What's going on?" she eventually asked.

Natasha simply tilted her head. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, about Samantha, obviously."

"I'm not sure I understand." The coyote gave off short, blunt replies, wondering what this fuss was all about.

"What... What do you mean, you don't understand? Something has clearly changed. Sam has clearly changed. She's... weird," Maria began, not quite sure how to address the problem. The moment she got the last word out, she could swear the coyote's gaze began piercing through her soul as if judging her, warning her to think very carefully about her next words. "She's mean, toxic. Like something peculiar happened. Sure, she was always a little bit proud with her gaming skills, but now? It's like she let it get to her head. I've never seen her being so rude to others. And it's not just in game, too-- Rachel's our friend, damn it! She can't just... dump on her like this."

Natasha remained silent for a moment, before shrugging, "I haven't really noticed anything specific. I can't really help you there. It's not even my problem--"

"But it is your problem too, Natasha," cuts off the feline, leaning forward and confronting the coyote, looking her in the eyes-- only for the canine to look away. "Sam... is a kind person. I don't know what's gotten into her lately, but this isn't her. This is not good for her, for her mental health, for yours and anybody else who interacts with her. She's gotten incredibly arrogant... So what's wrong? You live with her, right? You have to have noticed something, right??"

The coyote took one step back, finding no other option than shrugging once again. "I don't know what you're talking about. I don't really care about how she behaves with others, either. She told me not to make you uncomfortable. If I do then I disrespect her. That is all there is to it, really."

Maria opened her mouth to reply, before trailing off-- she had a hard time believing Natasha was still clearly fixated on events that had happened such a long time ago. Was that really the only reason why the coyote felt so... detached whenever Samantha wasn't involved?

Of course, the woman was unaware of a crucial event that had happened a couple months ago; when the raven managed to stand up to the coyote in her fully demonic form, and stared her down on top of it. That was when the balance between the two lovers had really begun to shift, Samantha knowing she could get away with virtually anything she did to Natasha.

Still, Maria could tell whatever had happened affected the coyote as well; her posture was... different, sadder. Almost defeated, obediently submissive. Her ears were never perking up completely, and her tail, lowered, was often trailing off between her legs. It was disheartening, to say the least. She wanted-- no, had to find a solution to this. Perhaps bring a little bit of her expertise as a therapist...

After being deep in thought for a solid while, the feline's ears perked up as an idea crossed her head. "... You know, if you'd like, you could sleep in your den when we're around," she began, the coyote's attention immediately drawn as her tail shifted ever-so-slightly, her eyes growing wide, "I mean, it wouldn't really make us uncomfortable. As long as you don't 'disrespect' Sam, like you say, it should be fine, right? If she ever makes a fuss about it, we can all tell her it's perfectly fine, alright?"

Natasha remained quiet for a moment, processing the offer that had just been made to her.

"Well, I think I've been holding back long enough. If you'll give me a minute..." said the catgirl, before trailing off into the toilet.

Meanwhile, the coyote looked at her own reflection in the mirror, the tiniest sliver of hope glowing in her eyes: could she really sleep in her den again? Like, really, actually slither back in there, surround herself with the feel of her soulmate once more, basking in her warmth, her scent, everything... the more she thought about it, the brighter her face got, an excited smile appearing on her face as her tail swished increasingly fast.

By the time Maria came back out to wash her hands, she spotted an entirely different Natasha: energetic, ears perking up and eyes positively sparkling with joy and excitement. A hint of a smile appeared on the feline's face.

"Alright, I think I kept you waiting around long enough. Let's go back to Sam's room, alright?"

"Are you... are you sure? I can sleep in my den again?" asked the half-vampire, almost ecstatic, her face full of hope.

Maria nodded again. "Of course. We can even tell her the good news!"

The coyote nodded eagerly as the two left the bathroom.

"Ugh! Sam! Come on, stop hogging all the power-ups!"

"Oh come on, it's fine! Trust me, I'll put them to better use anyway."

Rachel simply sat there, mouth agape in disbelief at her friend's rudeness-- the raven was so engrossed in the game she wasn't even noticing how much of a bitch she was being!

The noise of a door opening caught both birds' attention. While the turkey turned to see Maria walking in, the raven's eyes didn't even budge, Samantha still hard-focusing on her game.

"Heyy! Sorry for the wait! Been having fun I hope?" asked the feline cheerfully.

Rachel, not catching on her friend's "plan", simply sighed, shrugging. Sam didn't even answer, still busy "carrying". When Maria sat down in her chair and told the turkey the two were likely going to be leaving soon as it was getting fairly late, the raven, who had partially caught the information, suddenly noticed something was very wrong. This would have been around the time where she'd feel a shift around her neck, for Natasha was always ecstatic to know her friends would be leaving, because that meant she could go back into her den. That feeling was enough for her to drag her eyes out of her game for a split second, and in the moment she scanned the room and saw Natasha was missing, she grew ever-so-slightly more tense, despite returning to her game.

"Where's my good little doggy?" she asked absent-mindedly, unaware of her possessive, condescending language.

As if on cue, Natasha strolled into the room, beaming. "I've got some amazing news, babe!"

The cheerful voice of her girlfriend caught Sam's attention enough for the raven to briefly stare at her, but her attention never really left the wide screen, her eyes flicking back and forth between the coyote and the game.

"Your friends are okay with me sleeping in my den. Isn't that great?"

The sudden reveal had Sam bug out-- she took a few shots in her confrontation but quickly mowed down her opponent, before crouching in a hiding spot and looking away from her screen, needing to do a double take on what she had just heard. She saw Maria wink at her, the catgirl's eyes full of mischief. Still, she's not deterred, her gaze switching back to Natasha.

"I mean... Y-yeah! But I kinda like when you're sleeping up here, you know? I like being able to pet you, stroke your nice, fluffy fur... Now come on up, okay?" she said, now fully going back to focusing on her game.

"I'm sure you do, but I like being able to sleep under you, and feel your nice, warm body resting on me. I really need it tonight."

"B-Babe, c'mon, can't you just wait?!" she grumbled, trying to hold off the coyote by wobbling whenever she got close. Natasha only insisted further however, until finally, the distraction was enough for Sam to get killed, causing her to lose the game. She yelped, furious, before yanking her headset off with an annoyed groan:

"NAT!! BAD DOG!"

A sudden silence followed, before Samantha's eyes widened in shock at the realization of what she had done. Everybody stared at the immobile raven, flabbergasted, Natasha included-- until her surprise shifts to a wide, incredulous grin. She could actually notice her lover starting to sweat nervously.

"I-- Look, Nat, I didn't mean-- I'm-- I'm so sorry! Just--"

The coyote stepped forward, leaning into Samantha's round belly, sinking into it like into the softest pillow, before stretching her arms outward and squeezing the raven's huge flabby rolls, coaxing a flustered caw out of the black-feathered bird.

"My, my," she cooed with a lustful grin, "Someone's been a naughty little birdie..."

"Listen, please, please please please don't be mad at me, babe!" begged the corvid. "I swear I didn't mean it."

The coyote closed her eyes for a moment, listening to her lover's pleading chirps as if it were music.

"It's just that-- well you know, if you eat when Maria and Rachel are here...!"

"Oh, but I won't be eating," replied Natasha with a nod, a malicious glint in her eyes, "I'll just get cozy down there and have a little rest... and perhaps even do some meal prep~!"

Samantha wasn't quite sure what the half-vampire meant, but part of her was relieved she didn't seem angry. Her gaming mindset had gotten the best of her and she had treated her other half, her significant other, her soulmate, like a vulgar dog. Still, that weird grin the coyote gave her before lifting her belly felt... ominous, for some reason.

She shifted -- well, as much as a blob immobilized by her own fat could shift -- when Natasha slipped under her belly, getting back into her den at long last. The raven instinctively relaxed, internally admitting to herself she had missed that feeling, even if it had only been since her friends had gotten here that Natasha got out. Now, she felt complete. That hole in her heart was finally patched once more. She blushed, slightly embarrassed considering Maria & Rachel were still here, but at least, her lover wasn't eating, so they would probably put up with it.

She grabbed her controller and turned to her friends, ready to game once more. "Okay you two, wanna have another game?"

The two friends looked at each other, before shrugging; Sam had clearly seemed to calm down, so they figured they could actually be playing in a good atmosphere now.

The starting mood of the game was certainly much better, but barely a minute in, the raven let out a loud, flustered croak. She waved it off, pretending she was surprised by one of them suddenly appearing in her field of view and spooking her, but the truth was, Natasha was already getting busy in her den.

The coyote had grown to be someone that knew the raven's body both inside and out-- as time passed, she became more accustomed to everything about Samantha; the immobile raven's body's mannerisms were no secret for her, and she was about to abuse this knowledge. Like playing with a toy, Natasha knew exactly what pressing which button would cause, no matter how fast, no matter how hard. Putting her unnatural expertise to use, even a soft, deep, measured exhale over the corvid's excessively sensitive mound was sure to bring a reaction. Of course, she wasn't quite diving right in; she was supposed not to eat while her friends were here, after all. Well, she could do the next best thing: play with her food.

Samantha tried her best to "hide" her flusteredness, but thoroughly failed to do so. The calculated bursts of warm breathing, tickling fingers, tongue flicks, and teeth nibbles were impossible to resist. The raven barely lasted about ten minutes before she unconsciously dropped her controller, moaning, the device clattering on the floor as she reached for the upper part of her belly-- which was as far as she could go with her bloated arms.

Maria & Rachel both looked at their friend, before exchanging stares.

"I think that might be our cue to leave," snickered the feline, with a pinch of awkwardness in her voice. The chubby turkey agreed, and without even bothering to finish their currently ongoing match, they put back their controllers where they took them, before letting the two lovebirds enjoy their night.

Before they could walk out their friend's room however, Natasha peeked her head out from inside her den, a bright grin on her face:

"Thank you, ladies! Please, feel free to come back anytime~!"

Samantha took a deep gasp, thinking she had finally earned a reprieve from her lover's merciless hands; the digits had been poking, pulling, stroking, pushing at her folds with such mastery she felt like each touch unveiled another sensitive spot of hers. But the moment she felt a fluffy "feather duster" on her nethers, she realized Natasha was far, far from being done.

"Taaasshh..." she moaned, barely able to speak properly as her body shook and wobbled with pleasure, "Pleaseeee..."

The two friends left, and Natasha's grin grew wider; now that she was alone with Sam, she could do whatever she wanted. Her imp servants, who had been hidden up until now, "spied" into the room through a minuscule gap in the door, a smile on their face: the scene unfolding in front of their eyes felt a lot more... familiar than what had been happening for the past couple months. Little by little, the balance between Natasha and Samantha seemed to be restored.

"Sorr... srryyyyy...!" slurred the corvid, wheezing, shaking her whole body in an odd, desperate attempt at escaping the sexual torture she was being subjected to.

"What was that?" teased the coyote with a chuckle, slowing down her assault ever-so-slightly, focusing on another spot-- just enough to keep her lover on edge, but allow her to speak coherently.

"I'm really... sorry I treated you so badly!... Please stop... I won't do it again, I swear..."

Sam could only hear her lover's silence in response, before feeling the coyote slip her head back into her den. Soon that tail pulled away from her soaking wet lips, sticky strands of slime connecting the fur and her inner flesh, before that devilish snout took its place, accompanied by her dexterous tongue-- the raven let out a desperate whine, and everything became a blur.

Agony. Torment. Pain, even, though metaphorically; Sam was barely conscious, hanging onto her sanity from the sheer desire to be able to cum. Cursed by her own weight, her inability to move, she wobbled, giggled, groaned, moaned, desperately trying to bring enough momentum to her crotch to hump her lover and cum-- Natasha, like the most perfect of edging devices, responded in tandem with Sam's movement, shifting around in her den, bringing a merciless flurry of tongues, hands and tails, keeping her pleading, begging for release. How long had it been? Hours? Days? Soon the only thought left in her mind was orgasm-- that line she had been craving to finally crawl past, that mind-numbing pleasure she was being robbed from. Against Natasha's expertise, the raven was beyond powerless, as if a beginner desperately struggling to survive a grandmaster.

Natasha had intended to give weight to her punishment-- no point in letting Samantha off easy for such disrespectful behavior, after all. However, as time passed, the increasingly powerful fragrance of the raven's liquid lust slowly chipped away at the coyote's own stamina. The hornier Sam got, the hungrier Nat became, each lick filled with more flavor, each touch leaving her fingers extra slimy, her tail extra musky. She couldn't stop slurping her own tail and digits, grabbing greedier samples of her lover with each lap. Past the two hour mark the half-vampire wondered if this was really worth it. She had to teach her little bird a lesson, but she shouldn't have to starve herself for this!

Still... She wanted to be sure that Sam would never disrespect her again. Reluctantly, she kept going, holding back her urges... for now.

She didn't last long. Part of her felt a little bit of pity for Sam-- listening to her unintelligible, tangled mess of words she was spitting out, drooling and spittle cascading down her chin, her over-sensitive mound burning with need almost made her feel bad. It had been a total of three hours after all. She would've kept her word, kept edging the poor avian until morning, but she couldn't hold back her hunger anymore. Hoping this was enough of a lesson, Natasha finally gave in to her urges and shoved her snout deeper into her soulmate's love tunnel, pressing at the perfect spot to maximize her climax.

If not for her immense belly fat burying her vagina, the geysering squirt that came out from the raven's nether lips would have surely painted the walls of her entire room. The fluids blasted onto Natasha's face, who eagerly welcomed her very early breakfast, closing her eyes as she was doused by the bird. Samantha's face was simply frozen in pure pleasure, her mouth wide open in a silent screech as she endured the most incredible orgasm of her entire existence. The pleasure fired off in her entire body like dynamite, each following press, squeeze and lick of the coyote hitting her like point-blank shotgun blasts, bringing her consecutive climaxes before she could even recover from the first one. She very quickly lost count, her vision going dark as her eyes rolled out...

Samantha came to with a gasp-- a strained groan immediately followed, the corvid wincing at how numb her groin felt. She had never quite fully fainted, and the exhaustion from such a session was finally hitting her. Her body drenched with sweat, she looked around her room, trying to gather her bearings while slowly coming to her senses. She spotted a trio of shadows disappearing behind the gap in the open door, before movement from below her belly caught her attention. She looked as far down as she could with how wide her body was, having to crane her neck to the side since her humongous belly made it hopelessly futile to try and see anything in front of her, only to see Natasha, her silver fur matted by a slimy film of clear fluids, the coyote satisfiedly licking her jowls while smiling at her lover.

"Well? What did we learn today, lady?" she asked rhetorically to the raven.

Samantha sighed, feeling deeply guilty of her behavior earlier in the evening. "... I'm really sorry, Nat. I got way too into my games." If only her arm were long enough, she would've reached to pull her into a hug. "I'm... We're a couple. We're together. I shouldn't have disrespected you. I really shouldn't have treated you like a dog... literally, I mean. I didn't mean to do that. I'm sorry, really."

Natasha gave her a wide, gentle smile-- yet something about it felt ever-so-slightly eerie to the raven. "Oh, but Sam..." The coyote paused, nuzzling her snout into one of the corvid's rolls of fat, "I am your dog."

Samantha raised an eyebrow, her lover giving her underbelly a strong, possessive squeeze.

"Your dog. Your one and only little doggy..."

Without any further explanation, the canine retreated into her den with a sopping wet squelch of feather against fur. Samantha was left to dwell on her own thoughts-- part of her was very relieved she had gotten away with such a "light" punishment, considering how extreme Nat could be. There was clearly more to what she had just been told, and realized this possibly could have been some kind of warning. If anything, this was definitely her cue to be more mindful of how she treated her lover.

Feeling the exhaustion creep into her, Samantha huffed, before tiredly sinking into her own pillowy body, itself resting on her heavily-reinforced bed. The comfort brought by the feeling of Natasha's warm, wet body under Samantha let her close her eyes with a happy smile on her face, and in no time at all, the raven dozed off. The coyote, who had been curling up in her den, followed soon after, taking a few moments to lick the moisture out of her fur for a couple more minutes before letting herself fall asleep.