Monty flopped down on the bed, burying his muzzle in Natasha's velvety soft belly fur. "A great end to a long, tiring day..." he murmured, giving her belly a playful nip. "The fans really went wild when we showed Leuker off, hope he knows when to keep his mouth shut..." Natasha said, shivering slightly at the nip, her grey fur prickling slightly. "Please don't talk about other dudes right now, 'Tash..." Monty grumbled quietly, grimacing. Natasha chuckled. "Are you really that insecure? I didn't know I married a little whiny babby." She said, her speech faltering slightly as Monty's hot breath carressed one of her breasts.
	 "Little 'babby', huh? Babbies can't make vixens make noises like this..." Monty said, smiling evilly as he slipped his middle finger inside Natasha, spreading her with his ring and pointer finger. Natasha made a surpised, sharp, lustful moan, bucking against his paw. "Or like this..." Monty continued, lathing his tongue across her sex, muzzle wrinkling as he pushed it against her to get as deep as he could. Natasha gasped, sharp and loud as she grabbed the back of his head, grinding against him so hard his nose actually slipped inside her for a moment. Monty was already fumbling to get his pajama bottoms off, his dripping, deep red tip poking through the unbuttoned fly as his legs hung off the side of the bed. 	
	He finally managed to get them off, growling possesively as he shifted to the end of the bed, scooting up to Natasha as he draped her legs over his hips. "C'mon, Yotie, prove you're a man then!" Natasha panted, looking up at him, tongue lolling out the side of her muzzle slightly. "Yes, Ma'am!" Monty said, Slipping his deep red length into her with a lustfull grunt, elliciting a barely stifled yip from Natasha. He quickly picked up his rhythm, his swelling knot smacking into her lips with every thrust. Natasha moaned with every thrust, until Monty leaned down over her and locked muzzles, growling into her muzzle as her bushy tail curled up his back, cream tip lashing against his shoulders with every thrust.
	 Monty felt himself getting close, and began to thrust with deeper, breeding movements. Then there was an urgent knock at the door. They both ignored it. Natasha reached up and started to dig her claws into Monty's upper back. Then there was another knock, accompanied by a voice this time. "Monty, it's really important!!" Monty began to growl. "DEFCON 1!!" Will's voice called. 
	"Bathroom." Monty said, sliding out of Natasha with a grunt, unsatisfied. Natasha nodded, panting as she scurried the the en suite bathroom, closing the door with a clunk. "You knock again, I'm taking your CPM for a month! I'm coming!" Monty said, his inner passive agressive mumbling 'and I was almost there, too.' under it's mental breath. There wasn't another knock. Monty angrily pulled on his pajama bottoms, grabbing a couch pillow and covering his crotch as he went. He yanked open the door and stood aside.
	 "Get in here and spill it, Cock Block." He growled, choosing to ignore Will wrinkling his nose at the musky scent of sex. "Nice room..." Will murmured as he stepped inside. It was much, much better than his own. "Spill. It. What is so DEFCON 1 right now?" Monty said, nearly baring his fangs at the shorter Shiba Inu. "Someone has a vid of Half Life 3 gameplay." Will said, taking a small step back. "You interupted an....intimate moment to tell me about a video that's probably already taken down? We had to sign an NDA a mile long, remember?" 
"It's Dev sponsored."
	"My shit filter's full for today, Sampson." Monty said, considering whether or not he should actually claim Will's CPM for a month. "See for yourself." Will said, adjusting his glasses and holding out his phone. Monty grabbed it with a snarl. "These guys were under 50,000 subs yesterday, now they've already breached a Mil." Will continued as Monty watched the video. When it finished, Monty threw the phone as hard as he could. 
	Luckily, it landed on the bed. "This is horseshit." Monty snarled, actually baring his teeth this time. "Maybe it's a fluke...Maybe they just know somebody..." Will said, taking a step back. "Yeah, but we know everybody! We were first in line to crank out content for that damn game!" Monty said, beginning to raise his voice. "Tell everybody to clear their Con calendars for the rest of the week. Every Dev party we've been invited to, we're going to. Time for some wheeling and dealing. Now get the hell out of my room, Sampson!" Monty growled, grabbing Will's phone and throwing it in his direction as he hurried out of the room. When he heard the door clunk closed behind him, he punched the wall as he slumped down on the couch. "Might as well use a toy or somethin' 'Tash...Will just killed the mood."