Gamer Fuel
By Lutro
“Oh, nice one Clover! ...Whoa, look out for that!” Anna hastily pointed at the screen, her furry finger taking up most of the web cam space.

“I got it I got it!” Clover assured, brushing Anna’s arm out of the way and poking her tongue out the side of her mouth in concentration. The anthropomorphic dragon leaned forward in her gamer chair, flicking her braided hair on reflex with her red eyes narrowing. Tan and teal skin were shown off to the webcam, the dragon’s breasts shifting about as Clover maneuvered one hand across the mouse and the other across a keyboard. From behind the thousands of viewers of Clover’s live stream could see the dragon’s large tail flicking idly in the background, spikes running along the spine. To the side those viewers were treated to her girlfriend, Anna, bright blue eyes and blonde hair, large ears flicking occasionally, white-furred hands clasped together in a prayer, hoping for her dragon friend to succeed.

“You did it!” Anna cheered, bouncing in her seat and clapping her hands together with a giggle. The maned wolf’s brown-furred breasts jostled about in the action. Clover leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms under her own breasts as the round ended. The girls had been active on Clover’s stream for some time now. It was a warm summer evening and the events of the game Clover played were growing more intense with each passing round. As such, the girls had long-since stripped themselves of any and all clothing, leaving the two of them completely nude as the games wore on.

It certainly didn’t hurt the stream, either. The view count had a noticeable spike when the two had stripped, and was threatening to reach new heights the longer they were online. Donations were pouring in, the dragon’s living being based solely around what she was doing at the moment: Streaming, gaming, having a good time with her girlfriend Anna. Clover, showing teeth, at the webcam, then threw an arm around Anna and hugged her close. “You bet I did, Anna.” She nuzzled into Anna’s fur some, then turned to face the webcam and monitor, reading through chat with a smile. “Thanks chat. That latest round really wasn’t anything too rough.” Clover stretched her arms over her heads, arcing her back and sticking her chest out at the webcam. Anna took the cue and did the same, yawning her maw wide open and even standing to stretch. The maned wolf’s thick hips came into view, nothing hidden below the belly, a thick furry blonde tail swishing casually.

“What’s chat saying now Clover? You got a minute before the next round starts.” Anna asked curiously, unable to read the chat and donation messages from her angle. The chat showed a steady stream of messages from the thousands of viewers, Clover scanning over them all. She opened her mouth to respond but stopped when she let out a yawn of her own instead, belly uttering a growl that was barely picked up on her microphone resting out of view on the desk.

“Oh the usual,” Clover answered when the next round commenced, winking to the webcam and giving Anna a friendly shoulder bump. “Looking like we’re gonna break the all-time viewing record for my stream tonight if I can just keep going a while longer.” Anna cheered and hugged her friend, careful to not bump Clover’s arms since she was back in the action. The dragon did desire reaching that goal, and threw herself into the next round. Her skills were without question but the opponents this time around were much sharper. And probably fresher. Clover and Anna had been at it for hours, and it was starting to show on the gamer dragon especially. Her moves were sloppier, reactions slower, eyes even drooping a little. Clover idly reached for an energy drink can, only to lift it and find it empty. There was another belly growl from the dragon as the round, and the game, ended, Clover ending up in the middle of the road rank-wise. The chat was mostly respectful but the jeers didn’t go unnoticed.

“Don’t worry Clover, you’ll get ‘em next game. Just get into the zone like you did earlier and you got this!” Anna crowded the webcam, leaning inward and wrapping an arm around her friend. Clover smirked and reciprocated the affection, though she was more concerned finding a new source of energy now that her drinks were tapped out. Her belly growled a third time, and her snout, planted in Anna’s mane, took a sniff. Clover’s eyes widened a moment, taking another sniff, then licking her lips.

“Say Anna, wanna do me a favor? I gotta get my strength back up before the next game starts.” She stole a sidelong glance at the webcam and the list of donations and chat. Some had guessed where this was going, calling Anna wolf chow or dragon food. Clover grinned and looked Anna in the eye. “Mind if I eat you up? You’ll give me the boost I need to play at the top of my game for a while.”

Anna blinked a couple times. “Wh-what, again?” she asked. The chat was really flying now, nearly all of them goading Clover to eat the maned wolf. It wasn’t the first live show they got of that event, and were eager for another.

Clover nodded. “Oh yes.” She leaned down to lick Anna’s cheek sensually before slurping her lips. “Just for an hour. Maybe two. Okay, dear?” Anna looked uncertain only for a few moments. She looked at the webcam, knowing what the viewers wanted to see: Clover winning big time. Clover devouring her girlfriend especially. It wasn’t the first time she’d given in to the dragon’s hunger, and she’d been let out every time (obviously). “Well, okay Clover. You take the top rank and make new records on your stream, okay?” She noses to Clover’s muzzle affectionately and shrunk down in her seat some, looking up with a demure, shy expression etched over her face.

Clover winked to the webcam and rolled her chair back some and turned it to the side, to bring more of her body into frame. Her full naked form was on full display to her live stream. Anna quickly followed suit, scooting along on her knees and looking up to Clover’s muzzle. The dragon licked her lips, drool dribbling down onto the maned wolf. The chat was a blur of messages that neither girl on camera was paying attention to, everyone into the show they were about to receive. Clover’s lips parted, revealing drool-dripping teeth and an eager tongue slipping out. Anna tipped her head back and closed her eyes until her chin rested on the offered tongue, nuzzling up into her girlfriend’s maw. The rich youthful taste immediately permeated the dragon’s senses, Clover’s groan reaching her microphone as she sunk her jaws down over the maned wolf. Anna’s ears folded back as a loud squelch filled them, her muzzle and head sinking quickly into the hungry dragon’s mouth. Her world went dark with her face sliding quickly in, snout budged up against Clover’s gullet. A simple swallow pulled her golden hair further into the jaws and a muzzle-shaped bulge appeared in Clover’s neck, the dragon’s eyes rolling and her voice murring in utter contentment.

Clover didn’t realize how hungry she actually was. Between the intense rounds of the game and keeping up with her stream her hunger had fallen by the wayside. But with the temporary sugar boosts and adrenaline rushes from energy drinks and gaming subsiding and a fantastic flavor dancing in her jaws, the ravenous ache for hunger roared back. The dragon’s jaws flexed open and closed in rapid succession. Anna’s eyes widened in the squelching darkness of the mouth, and soon the throat, Clover greedily devouring her friend with one powerful swallow after the next. It wasn’t long before the entirety of the maned wolf’s head, hair and all, was completely swallowed and compacted into the gullet. Drool rained down her shoulders when they pushed passed Clover’s lips, drizzling her chest, back, and arms in the lubricating fluid. Clover’s eyes had gone unfocused but were now settled straight down the remains of her meal: The plump curves of Anna taunted her, making her tongue swish and push deep into Anna’s fur along her shoulders and chest. Clover’s hands worked down to Anna’s sides. Though the maned wolf was being obedient, arms slack and not resisting, the dragon couldn’t help but force them against her sides, to the point where Anna’s palms extended outward from Clover’s grip on the wrists. It gave the dragon perfect leverage to continue forcing Anna up into her jaws.

The room was quiet save the sounds of a dragon tongue slurping followed by wet, slimy swallows. The bulge thickened down Clover’s neck and chest with Anna’s shoulders joining her head in the gullet. The webcam caught every detail of Anna’s devouring, complete with her breasts scrunched together to better fit between Clover’s lips. The dragon’s tongue slithered and squeezed out between them, lapping from one to the other in kind, soaking in the flavors the meaty mounds had to offer. The brown-furred things squished between lips and were slurped in noisily, Anna’s tail stiffening at the tongue-lashing her chest just received. It relaxed a moment after, with Clover’s cheeks bulging as she swished them around and tasted them thoroughly. “Mmmr...” The dragon couldn’t help herself. Anna’s taste was positively exquisite to her tongue, and it’d been a long time since she’d eaten her. Clover tossed her head back a couple times, loud gulps following each motion, until those breasts were now a tightly-squeezed bulge imprinting on her neck. Anna’s muzzle pressed against the edge of the dragon’s growling stomach, bulging out just below Clover’s own exposed breasts.

The view count in the stream rose ever-higher, as fast as when the two girls stripped down to nothing. There was a noticeable slurshing sound when Anna’s head breached the stomach, said belly distending out of the dragon’s middle when Anna’s torso and arms slipped into her muzzle. At that moment Clover swiveled her chair to face the webcam once more. The bulges along her body were plain to see, complete with Anna’s muzzle pushing out against Clover’s navel. Clover’s thick tail was in constant, snakelike motion behind her, poking out behind the chair and slithering back and forth along the carpet. Anna’s tail, meanwhile, was mostly limp, only occasionally twitching when the maned wolf felt a particularly tight squeeze or sudden jerk from the process of being swallowed whole. The maned wolf’s plump rear end pointed right at the camera, and flicks of her tail exposed what lie between her plush cheeks, sending the chat into a veritable frenzy. Clover grasped affectionately to the still-exposed hands of her girlfriend before they got slurped behind drooling lips, the dragon’s own hands slipping down to clamp down on either side of Anna’s prodigious rump.

Those scaly hands sunk into the fur where they grasped and pushed. Anna’s tail and legs gave a little twitch but largely remained still, the maned wolf’s shoulders creeping into the stomach. Anna’s curvy bulge sunk lower, outlined neatly down the dragon’s front, the webcam not missing a moment. Clover’s jaws, widened as it took in Anna’s hips, were grinning at the edges, drool freely running along the lips and simmering down the remnant’s of Anna’s body in slow, viscous streams. Her hands gripped tightly and suddenly pushed, pushing the plump butt deep into the jaws while her head tipped up and swallowed thickly to make room. The malleable mounds of meat on Anna slowly squeezed inward, bending around the jaws they were pressed between, sections of fat squished outward in lumps. Anna’s head pressed to the floor of the stomach and began to curl up in what room there was, distending the widening belly out further. What little of Clover’s eyes were visible rolled when she slithered her tongue out, squeezing between Anna’s squished thighs and lapping up between the visible buttcheeks that protruded near the webcam. Clover stole a glance to the monitor and saw the slew of chat messages and donations pouring in, and got another idea. Her hand ran up one of Anna’s plump cheeks and snagged the base of the maned wolf’s lengthy golden tail. She proceed to squeeze it between Anna and her upper jaw, getting the bulk of the hairy tail slurped into her jaws and, more importantly, ought of sight. Clover took several small gulps as it ended up fed down her gullet, pressed hard against Anna’s back.

When all was said and done, the base of Anna’s tail arced into the mouth but was no longer obstructing any view: The white-furred cheeks and brown-furred crevice were in complete view of the streaming audience now, and Clover was privy to that view as well, eyes on the monitor. The slithering tongue freely maneuvered up between Anna’s buttcheeks and helped itself inward. Anna let out a delighted squeak just barely audible from her scrunched up spot in the belly, feeling her girlfriend’s tongue slide across her netherlips and tailhole. Clover murred in delight, immersed in the fatty delicious flavors the pudgy maned wolf offered. The dragon gave the prodigious rear another push, starting to get her lips wrapped around the plentiful rear. Drool soaked through the fur around her cheeks and crept down the thighs with the dragon taking her time devouring the biggest part of her girlfriend.

Clover’s jaws worked up and down in slow, methodical patterns. The tongue lingered in the crevice applying its own pressure, the soft chewing making the plump cheeks squeeze against it. Anna’s rump jiggled at all the motions, having less and less room to do so as they sank further into Clover’s jaws. The dragon then gave one mighty push, and her lips managed to get over the cheeks entirely, leaving Anna’s thick thighs protruding in their stead. Anna’s lower legs arced upward, feet flexing, knowing that the enjoyable ordeal was nearing its end. Or she thought so, at least. Clover was really taking her time slurping over her rump, tasting every inch now packed into the maw, swallowing only excess buildup of saliva. Only after several elongated moments of teasing and tasting did Clover resume eating Anna proper, throwing her head back in a series of strong, powerful swallows. The bulge in her neck ballooned out to fit the entirety of Anna’s curvy hips and her bulging butt, thighs mostly pulled into the maw next.

Clover panted through her snout some, heart pounding. The amount of energy she was going to get from Anna more than made up from how much it was taking just to eat her girlfriend. She persisted gleefully, a loud slow slurping sound echoing out to the microphone and around the room with Anna’s legs starting a continual slide inward. Those legs were subjected to copious amounts of licking, tasting, slurping and suckling, every few seconds a soft, wet gulp heard from Clovers’ throat. Anna found the belly getting continually tighter the more of her body was devoured. Not that she didn’t expect it, but it was still less than ideal for the maned wolf. She felt her thighs squeeze tightly as they were swallowed down, pressing out Clover’s neck as Anna’s rear pressed outward around Clover’s breasts. Clover’s tongue appeared and vanished every so often, protruding past the lips to slither around Anna’s exposed remains and disappearing just as quickly. Anna flicked her ankles about playfully, not able to do much else.

The dragon was able to form a more proper smile now that her lips could mostly close, doing so in a form of near-ecstasy now that she was nearing the end of her meal. Clover used both hands to press against the soles of Anna’s feet, until every last digit of both paws slipped behind slick lips. Most of the dribbling drool now fell over Clover, on her much-distended stomach. Her belly strained against the edge of the desk at this point, with her tongue dancing over both of the devoured paws, both around tops as well as the pads. The curvy outline of Anna’s bulge was still well-defined, but more and more of it congealed into the bulgy, bumpy mass that was Clover’s belly. The scaly thing quivered every time Anna shifted, having Anna-shaped bumps here and there. Another swallow brought the heels of Anna up against the gullet, the rest of her completely swallowed down at this point.

Cheeks bulging, Clover lowered her head to face directly at the webcam much more. She gave it a sultry wink as she scanned over chat, idly licking and tasting over the final remnants of the devoured maned wolf. After that she purred, eyes lulling into a half-lidded position. With drool dribbling down her chin Clover swallowed Anna whole, throwing her head back and gulping. The lewd, squelching GLURK rang loud all about the room and the microphone her body now sat beside. The biggest bulge inside Clover – Anna’s plump rear – sank the rest of the way into the stomach making it slosh noisily. Anna’s legs piled in rapidly behind her as a series of smaller gulps finished the job. “Ahhhhhhh,” Clover purred, hanging her now empty maw wide-open before the webcam, making the chat completely unreadable. Strands of thick drool were strung between the roof of her mouth and tongue, broken by sways of the latter. The gullet twitched when Clover open-mouth belched, some white and brown hairs fluttering onto the desk.

After a moment Clover shut her jaws and licked slowly over her lips, leaning back in her chair and letting her now very large belly hang out between her legs and below her breasts. She gave it a few pats, making wet thumping sounds in the process in lieu of the growls it was emanating earlier. “Now that’s how you build up some juice to keep a gamer going.” She struggled to roll her chair back into position, tail still swishing away behind her, belly actively jostling about. She ended up having to settle most of it above the desk so she could get close, the jostling belly squished and squashed. Clover heard an annoyed sound as Anna found herself with considerably less space, but the dragon just slowly rubbed over the bulge. “Sorry sweetie. Gotta be able to play. And oh, would you look at that. The next round’s starting! Wish me lucky, Anna!”

Anna was scrunched up tightly in the fleshy compacted space. Her knees were up around here ears, with her muzzle shunted down between her breasts. Her tail provided something of a comfort, lodged behind her head and down her back thanks to the way in which Clover swallowed it. The maned wolf felt the belly against her legs, feet, and rump though, all squished tightly against it and making bumpy outlines along the surface of the stomach. Anna shuffled about some but mostly got settled into a position that wasn’t too terrible after a few moments. Past experiences meant the darkness didn’t bother her, but with the belly compressed against the desk and only sagging off the edges, the amount of space she had to work with was considerably smaller.

Still, though, this was all for Clover, her girlfriend. Anna knew that Clover would let her do the same to the dragon, should she be in need of it for some reason. She could very vaguely make out the sounds of the video game Clover played, while Anna remained cramped within the stomach’s walls. There wasn’t any form of digestion taking place, but the maned wolf rubbing up against the belly’s walls was causing her fur to tickle and itch some. Clover couldn’t completely prevent anything from happening, and after all, the reason she was here was to provide Clover with energy. Anna sighed and went still, closing her eyes gently to ride it out.

A couple games’ worth of time passed. Many rounds flew by rather quick for Clover. With the nagging hunger no longer bothering her, subconscious or otherwise, and the mounds of energy Anna provided, she was excelling. Her stream’s chat had calmed down to an extent, no longer the endless wave of chatter when she was devouring Anna, but there was still quite a lot of viewers participating and cheering her on. Occasional donation messages floated up in their usual amounts, from $5 to $20 typically. The text-to-speech read the messages out to Clover so that she didn’t have to divert her attention from the intense gameplay. The webcam captured Clover’s attentiveness, eyes flicking from one part of the screen to the other, arms moving about strategically, belly jostling and jiggling here and there. The dragon idly licked her lips mostly in concentration, but also in the aftertaste of the plump maned wolf she’d just devoured.

“Mmm… you really were a worthwhile treat, Anna,” she murmured to herself after a particularly rough round that she’d managed to win. “Tasty, scrumptious, and with you inside and lending me your energy it’s almost like I can’t lose!” The reptile’s stomach groaned in response, muscles contracting around the resting Anna. Clover licked over her lips again and gave it a pet, just as a large donation dropped. It was an amount she’d rarely seen, hundreds of dollars. The robotic voice read out the message, making Clover gasp.

You should digest that plump meal you just ate. More coming your way if you do. ;)

Clover turned to stare at the donation for a couple moments. “Digest Anna? I...” she started, drumming her fingers against her distended stomach. Anna caught wind of that donation message as well and gasped. She didn’t think anything of it at first. Clover got insane requests all the time, and she was under no obligation to do them. But what made the maned wolf’s heart sink was that Clover didn’t reject the request from the outset.

She was considering it.

Clover licked her lips a third time, a plip of drool smacking against her stomach. She peered down at the bulging lumps and rubbed both hands over the belly, squeezing into it some. The sight alone made her drool more, reminding Clover of just how succulent Anna was. And how great she’d look as more than just a single large bulge in her belly. What if Anna’s pudginess flowed more uniformly over her? Imagine the amount of energy she’d have! She could pull an all-nighter, maybe more, easily. The more carnal pulls of her draconic nature agreed with the fantasy. Clover glanced up to see several smaller donations flood in. Usual size, but all demanding the same simple thing.

Yes! Digest!

Gurgle her up!

Churn her away!

Anna waited with baited breath as she heard message after message call for her demise. “Clover! Clover, listen to me! You can’t eat me again if you digest me!” The maned wolf was trying to appeal to those same instincts that was making the dragon consider otherwise. “Remember the taste! The flavor! Please, Clover!”

“Mmm...” Clover considered a few minutes more, sitting out the following round even as she sloshed her gut around with both hands. “Sorry Anna, but while you were tasty, I think you’re gonna look great on me. And with all these donations flying in I’m sure to have peak viewership. More than I’ve ever had. She looked back to her game. The next round was commencing shortly and she couldn’t afford to miss another. The reluctance was etched in Clover’s voice, but the dragon couldn’t help but give a toothy grin to chat as she declared: “Bye bye Anna.”

The new game started and the dragon focused in on it. On top of everything else she had one more edge now that she lacked before: She no longer had to hold back the natural processes of the alimentary canal. A slow, rumbling groan bred from her belly, muscles squelching in all around a now-wailing Anna. There were several long, uttering growls as Clover played out the round of her game. Towards the end the groans became wetter. Draconic stomach acids began to filter into the stomach, latching to Anna’s fur, making the maned wolf cry out in terror and beg to not be digested. But there was no reaching the dragon by now. The donations and chat messages were again overflowing, the microphone settled right next to the groaning belly. It picked up the first one that was an outright gurgle, Anna’s cries mingled with it as she became inundated with stomach fluids.

“Ahhh,” Clover sighed as digestion properly began. Her long tail went still after a couple more rounds, the dragon leaning forward on her gut, feeling the bulging mass simmer and shift, roil and bubble. She paid it no mind, for she didn’t have to concentrate on digestion. It was something that occurred of its own volition. Anna panicked, thrashing what little she could in the tight stomach’s confines, but the only thing accomplished was more glurns and glorps, churns and gurgles to emanate from the belly that sloshed about atop the desk.

One game passed. Then another. Then a third. Hours ticked by deep into the night while Clover gamed her heart out. As predicted, she’d never reached a viewer count quite that high. The chat was endlessly active and the donations were pouring in. The naked dragon digesting fighting pudgy prey live on webcam brought in way more views than the simple gameplay did (regardless of how good Clover was at it all). The promised follow-up donation rang some time later. Clover’s stomach was far less bumpy, less feisty, but the unmistakable churns of heavy digestion rang loud and clear. The bumpy bulges grew quieter had smoothed out into a large congealed pudgy mass, soft and malleable, the dragon even using it as a cushion to lean forward on during her gaming. Anna had been consumed by the flood of acids in the belly, and was only able to hold out for so long. Digestion was settling in properly, forgotten by Clover entirely, and she passed out mercifully. Clover was focused entirely on her game at this point, not minding the digestion or the flood of donations or chat messages. She didn’t even have anyone to talk to in her room anymore, so the dragon largely let her stomach do the talking.

The burbling churns and roilings from the dragon’s gut dominated the sounds of Clover’s room for a few hours more. By the time the morning sunlight started to peek through Clover’s window, her belly was at a much more manageable size. The same couldn’t be said for Clovers’ hips, however. The dragon yawned and stretched after her latest game, standing to do so. Her wobbly belly still had a considerable paunch to it, but it was clear a lot of Anna flooded to her thighs and rear. As was custom, Clover stood and bent to touch her toes, facing away from the webcam. Her tail was thicker too, weaving back and forth to the monitor, plush rear rivaling that of her former girlfriend.

After the strained stretching, the nude dragon flumped back into her chair, legs splayed with her belly sloshing to a stop. “What a night,” she said to herself, though her viewers listened in as well. The dragon patted and pet at her stomach, feeling around the paunch. After a moment of reminiscing about Anna’s flavor and licking her lips some more, her eyes widened. A bulge slipped up the dragon’s still slender torso and her jaws expanded. She let rip a roaring belch and an acid-drenched skull scuttled across the floor. “Oh my,” she giggled, patting her paunch of a belly that was considerably more malleable now, before bending over to pick up the bone. The skull was Anna’s clearly, the unmistakable shape of a maned wolf’s. Clover licked her lips and winked to the viewers. “Ask and ye shall receive,” she said with a giggle. “Excuse me a moment.”

The well-fed dragon walked off-camera. There was the sound of running water for a moment, then silence again. Clover sauntered back into view a minute later, cradling a cleaned, dried skull. She looked from her webcam to her room, determining a good angle. She found space on a shelf in the background and settled it there, nodding in satisfaction at the result. Clover sat back down and rubbed her hands together. “Gonna wrap things up here for the day,” she explained to the viewers. “I can’t believe how much… how many of you showed up for… for that.” She shyly peeked over at the skull of her former girlfriend, and actually had to fight off an urge to drool. Memories activated from the simple display of her successful devouring. 

“I think we can turn this into a regular thing,” she said mostly to herself, still facing away. She turned back to peek at the webcam. “What do you say? Buddy up with some other succulent meal, invite them to be a special guest on stream...” Clover made a toothy grin, sharp teeth neatly arrayed between her lips. “Then I get a meal and enough to last the night. And you get another show.” The ensuing flood of chat messages – and donations – were massively assenting to the proposition. The more that poured in, the more that Clover grew acclimated to befriending new creatures. And summarily devouring them live on her stream, much to the liking of her audience. The donations poured in at the mere mention of the idea and if she did it often enough, Clover wouldn’t even need to buy food for herself again. Looking down at her belly and fattened-up thighs, Anna was sure to sate her for quite a while. And by the time she was hungry again, she’d just have to have a new special guest on her gaming stream. 

The teal-and-tan dragon chuckled darkly and gave an exaggerated wink to the webcam.

“Until next time, then.”

And then Clover’s stream went offline.