Arro doesn't think he's THAT fat, which once again, causes a bit of trouble when he forgets the house key and remembers the huge window is unlocked out back...

A stuckage treat. Enjoy

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I recommend taking a look at the previous chapter if you want to know what got him into this mess~

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Kill, Marry, Fuck
Chapter 14


The small gray dragon walked inside, tossed his key on the counter, and took several steps towards the stairs. He paused as he was suddenly struck by the sight before him. He’d sensed Arro inside, assuming he was in the living room; not in the very back of the living room, plugging the window.
Arro looked at him sheepishly, his arms hanging down. Rangavar could feel how tired they were from straining. He could feel the window cutting into his belly from all edges. The smell of salt was in the air. Arro had been crying.
Rangavar gestured vaguely at the stuck dragon. “What happened here?”
It was the wrong question, apparently. Tears resumed running down Arro’s cheeks. He sniffled and wiped his nose with a paw. “I’m… too fat …”
Rangavar headed over in concern. “Have you been here all afternoon?” It was night now.
Arro covered his face with his paws, and nodded.
Rangavar stifled a sigh—that would probably make Arro feel worse—but this wasn’t really how he’d expected to spend the rest of his night. Although to be fair, Arro probably hadn’t expected to spend his like this either.
Putting a paw on his chin, he eyed the window thoughtfully. “Do you want me to pull you in, or pull you out?” Arro was wedged pretty firmly in the middle; he could go either way. Rangavar wondered what the fuck he’d been doing.
The fat dragon pricked his ears a little and looked up at him. “Can you just pull me back outside? My paws can’t reach the wall outside so I haven’t been able to…” His voice wavered.
The much smaller dragon turned and walked towards the front door. “I’m going to head around back, okay?”
From outside, the sight was no less impressive. Arro’s massive gut was smushed against the side of the house, propping up his middle so that his hind legs hung off the ground. Rangavar spent a moment thinking about how he wanted to go about this. He eventually settled for grabbing Arro around the waist.
A half second later, he realized it was a flawed plan. His arms had to stretch wide apart to even reach the sides of Arro’s fat lovehandles, and the squishy adipose just slid like jelly along his fingers. He couldn’t get a grip.
Arro flinched when he felt his paws, his legs jerking a little.
“Sorry.”
“It’s okay…” The Faerian didn’t sound very okay. He sounded absolutely miserable.
Rangavar surveyed the scaly butt hanging out the window. “What should I..?”
“You can just, grab whatever.” Arro sniffled. “I don’t care. Just, whatever you have to.”
“Uh…” The smaller Darkal ended up grabbing one of Arro’s massive legs with both arms. It was huge and chunky, jiggling at every movement, although it was strong and muscular beneath that. It was a real shame Arro couldn’t get his foot against the wall and help push.
“I’m gonna pull,” he called. The window made their voices muted to each other, but having super hearing helped. “Okay. Get ready.” He sensed Arro brace himself, which seemed like a good cue.
Rangavar leaned back, straining hard. The part of Arro outside the window, his lovehandles and massive belly, rippled with the force. He didn’t move an inch. Rangavar pulled harder, throwing his back into it.
The stuck Faerian twitched his tail. “I don’t think that’s working.”
Rangavar stopped and let go of the leg, trying to catch his breath without showing it. “Do you, uh, want me to try the other leg..?”
“Do you think that’ll go differently?”
Rangavar bit his lip indecisively.
“I guess maybe I have to go all the way through…”
Surveying the round butt hanging before him, Rangavar took a deep breath and cracked his knuckles. “Okay. Fine. Let’s do this.”
He went to put his paws on the huge round curve that was the back end of Arro’s tail, but hesitated. If he pushed there, would it hurt his spine? He eyed the underside of Arro’s thighs, wondering if he could go underneath push them upwards at the window? The idea of trying to get at that angle was unappealing for multiple reasons.
“You can touch my butt. It’s okay.”
Rangavar found himself blushing awkwardly, glad that Arro wasn’t able to see him. “Oh. You sure?”
“Yeah.” Arro wriggled uncomfortably.
“Okay… Uh…” He put his paws on the butt. It was soft and warm. “How about when I push back here, you also push with your arms in there?”
The wedged Faerian flicked his tail a little. “Sounds good…”
Rangavar braced his paws. He hadn’t been expecting how deeply they sank into the plush rump. His paws actually pushed in far enough that he was slightly worried about his fingers pinching the larger dragon.
He took a deep breath and planted his feet more firmly against the ground. He was ready. “Okay, push!”
Arro’s belly bunched up around the edges of the window, his rolls multiplying as they resisted the pressure. He twisted and turned on the inside of the house, pushing against the walls with his arms, while Rangavar ‘hauled ass’ outside.
After a minute, Rangavar leaned back, putting his paws on his knees to catch his breath. “Did that do anything?” he wheezed.
“Uh… maybe a little?” Arro sounded like he was breathing pretty hard too, after both straining and sucking in.
He didn’t sound very convinced. Rangavar groaned.
The much larger dragon wiggled his tail back and forth. “I, uh, I think I have another idea. But it’s gonna sound weird…”
Rangavar straightened and stretched. “Will it get you out of the window? Because I think at this point, ‘weird’ doesn’t matter as much as fixing the problem.”
Arro was silent a long moment. Rangavar wondered if he’d worded that badly, but the other dragon had been steadily distraught this whole time, so he couldn’t sense any real change in his emotions.
Finally, Arro said, “What if we worked on pushing my stomach through, and once that’s out of the way, then maybe the rest of me?”
Huh. He supposed that made sense. “Sure.”
The Darkal repositioned himself at one of the Faerian’s round lovehandles. The mound of fat hanging out of the window was formidable. “So I’ll just—” Arro jerked at his touch. He snatched back his paw. “Sorry.” He hoped he hadn’t hurt him. A thought occurred. “Are you ticklish?” That would make things ten times harder.
“No, no, I just, uh, wasn’t ready. I didn’t expect that.”
Rangavar supposed that with Arro’s head on the opposite side of the wall, he was being forced to put an awful lot of faith in him. The smaller dragon only hoped he lived up to his expectations. Not that they could just leave him in the window anyway, of course.
Rangavar put his paws on Arro’s belly again. The fat rippled as Arro shivered at the slight touch, but he didn’t jerk this time. Rangavar eyed the area of the window sill that was pressing into his fat. That would be the location of their new plan of attack.
“Okay, just… pull from your side again.” Rangavar got to work, trying to knead the massive roll over the bottom of the frame. It didn’t seem to be doing much. He frowned. Wait. Maybe it was.
As Arro squirmed, and Rangavar shoved small amounts of fat through the hole, some of the pudge actually began to slip inside. “It’s working,” he exclaimed, not quite believing it.
He had to switch sides several times; he couldn’t reach both of Arro’s fat lovehandles at once, so he had to run around the girth of the dragon’s massive behind to alternate.
Excruciatingly slowly, the overhanging gut made its way through the inside. Arro was breathing hard with exertion as he pushed against the wall, also pausing occasionally to grip his own rolls of fat and pull them forward while Rangavar kneaded them from the behind. He paused to catch his breath as they finally, with a bit more tugging, got the rest of his largest roll to flop inside.
“Great,” said Rangavar, wiping sweat off his forehead. He stood panting for a moment to catch his breath. “Now about that butt.”
Arro flattened his ears.
The two dragons took a short break while they thought about their next course of action. It went unspoken that they both realized that unlike Arro’s midsection, he couldn’t suck in his hips.
It was Rangavar who broke the silence. “Now what?”
“I don’t know,” Arro panted. “I’ve sort of lost my grip on the wall. I’m just bent over now.”
Rangavar thought hard for a moment. “I’m gonna come back inside for a bit. Okay? Maybe see something we missed.” He couldn’t possibly imagine what they might have missed, but he certainly wasn’t seeing anything from out here.
Inside, Arro’s massive belly was propping him up from the wall. His arms could no longer quite reach the inner walls from around the giant curve. It didn’t look like he could help push any longer.
He started to turn red again as Rangavar inspected him. His huge potbelly was hanging down the wall. His lovehandles were finally inside, bunched around him. Rangavar tilted his head. Arro’s wings were pressed up against the underside of the window pane.
Without bothering to explain, he went up to Arro and began to inspect the underside of the pane. He didn’t touch Arro, but felt the trapped dragon still flush with embarrassment beside him.
“What if we pulled your wings through?”
The stuck Faerian pricked his ears. “How?”
Rangavar snorted. “By pulling on them?” He tentatively reached out and put his paw on one of the huge, pale white wings. They were folded tightly along Arro’s back. “If we pull them inside, won’t it make more room?”
Arro wriggled uncomfortably. “I guess?” He didn’t sound convinced.
Rangavar tried to be gentle as he clasped one of the lightly furred wings between his paws.
Moving slowly, he tugged a little. It slid forward a little more easily than Arro’s squishy gut, probably because his entire, significant weight wasn’t trapping them. The fleshy coat of fat over the joints wasn’t resisting too much, buffered by a light layer of fur. The gentle pulling was working.
Arro grimaced slightly as his wings stretched farther forward than usual to pull the long fingers of the wings all of the way through. Rangavar could tell it hurt. But he didn’t know what else to do, and Arro didn’t tell him to stop, so he just tried to be slow and careful.
When the wings were finally free, they had sore red indents from the upper window pane. Rangavar was careful not to touch them. He pulled on Arro’s back rolls a little, testing the new amount of space he’d made. He breathed a sigh of relief to see that it had worked at least a little. Not by much, but a little.
“Okay, let’s try pushing again.”
“Uh, I can’t.” Arro wriggled a little. It made all his chub jiggle. “I can’t reach the walls anymore.”
Oh. Right.
He went to stand in front of Arro, but the dragon wouldn’t meet his gaze, looking steadily downwards and his scales blushing furiously. His arms hung in defeat, resting slightly on the massive swell of fat hanging from the underside of his body.
They were silent a moment.
“Maybe I’ll just be here forever.”
Rangavar rolled his eyes. “No, Arro, you won’t be here forever.” He thought the Faerian might cry again, but his face remained dry. Perhaps he had run out of tears.
After a moment of thought, Rangavar put out his paws. “I’ll pull.”
“What?” Arro finally looked up, pricking his ears. “You’ll pull on my paws?”
Rangavar rolled his eyes again. His paws were right there. “Yes.”
“I don’t think that’ll be any different than pushing from the back.”
The smaller dragon shrugged. “Pushing from the back wasn’t working. Your wings are inside now and we haven’t tried yet.” His paws were still out. “The worst that could happen is, well, nothing.”
The larger dragon stared at his paws. Then, appearing to make up his mind, he reached out and took them. “There’s no way this will work,” he warned.
The Darkal started to lean back. “When you get a better idea, please let me in on it.”
Arro’s paws were significantly larger than Rangavar’s, but what he lacked in grip, Arro made up for when he gripped back.
“Okay, just… suck in!” Rangavar threw himself back. Arro pinched his eyes shut as his arms were strained forward. He didn’t let go, and Rangavar didn’t stop. He tugged and pulled, his hind paws sliding on the floor a little. He kept readjusting.
He finally paused for air. “How much do you think that worked?”
Now surveying the window, he didn’t have to look at Arro’s sad face to realize that absolutely nothing had changed. He may have moved forward just the barest amount, until his back filled the space against the upper pane of glass again.
Rangavar frowned at it. The window was open as far as it could go. It was the type that the bottom half could be pushed up over the top half. They overlapped each other, the stationary one side-by-side with the moveable one.
The moveable one.
“What?” Arro had been watching him stare at it while lost in thought.
Rangavar pointed up at it. It only took a second to realize that was stupid. Arro couldn’t see behind him. “Do you think the window can just be removed?”
“Entirely?”
“No. Well, that would be nice, actually, but I meant the one that slides open. It would take half the pressure off your back.”
Arro looked at him doubtfully. “The other one comes down to the same height, though.”
“Yeah, but it would be less surface area your fat would have to squish through.”
Arro’s lip quivered. Fuck. Rangavar kept forgetting Arro hated when he was reminded of being fat. Obviously, he was fat, and Rangavar didn’t see any reason to pretend it was a secret. But whatever. It mattered to Arro.
The smaller dragon looked around for something to stand on. The couch was off to the side of the room. He was more than strong enough to push it over, but he wasn’t sure standing on the back of the couch would be enough to reach over Arro. It was a bit of a low couch, and Arro was wide.
“I’m gonna grab a stool,” he decided. “I’ll see if I can just remove the window. Or at least one part of it.”
Arro waited patiently—not that he had a choice—while Rangavar came back with the stool. He dropped it heavily at Arro’s side with a sigh. They’d been at this for a while, and he was getting tired.
He was careful as he climbed up. He still had to reach to grab the latches on the side of the window, but it wasn’t too much work to pull on them. He tried to figure out how to detach it.
“Hey Rangavar?”
“Yeah?”
“Is the list of things that didn’t happen, still taking submissions?”
“After tonight?” Rangavar scoffed. “Vaugh, it better be.”
He spent a few minutes fiddling with the sides of the window. He and Arro didn’t speak, except for Rangavar to interrupt the silence with occasional cursing. Finally, the long-awaited window removal occurred. He was pretty sure he broke a piece of plastic or something, but that was the absolute least of his problems right now.
He wobbled on the stool as he set the pane of glass down on his other side, leaning it against the wall. “How does that feel?” Looking down, he could see that one of Arro’s rolls was no longer pinched in the space between the two panes over him, but whether or not that mattered was yet to be seen.
“I mean, the pressure is still in the same place, but yeah I guess it just feels like narrower pressure. I don’t know if that makes any sense.”
Rangavar hopped down from the stool. “Let’s try this again.”
They clasped paws. “Ready?”
He pulled in the same manner as before. Against the strain, Arro now had slightly more freedom to wriggle back and forth. “I think this is better,” he growled through gritted teeth.
Rangavar didn’t respond, too intent on his own efforts. When he finally felt Arro lurch forwards an inch, even though he was becoming exhausted, he doubled down. He wheezed, “Keep…going…”
The Faerian thrashed from side to side in the window, edging more of his pudge through the hole. Rangavar’s heels were slipping on the floor, but he only readjusted and dug in harder.
The conclusion to their struggle was uneventful. With a short yelp of pain, Arro’s stuck ass finally shot through the window. Once it got over the widest part of his hips, the rest slid in easily by comparison, especially due to the force the two dragons were exerting.
Rangavar lurched backwards and fell, one shoulder blade banging the floor hard. Arro tumbled face-first towards the floor, his body rolling and dropping him on his butt beneath the window with an ungraceful summersault.
For a moment, nobody moved. Rangavar interrupted with a groan.
Arro was puffing hard. “Thank…you…”
The Darkal began to roll over. “I’m not even putting the window back up right now. I’m going the fuck to bed.”
Arro finally pushed off the wall to sit up straight. His ears were flat, his cheeks salty, and deep painful crease marks wrapped around his huge gut where the window had been digging in. “I’m sorry,” he squeaked.
Rangavar sighed. “Just… Can we stick to using the door from now on?”
Tears of humiliation were running down Arro’s cheeks again. “I just… the key to the front door…”
The smaller dragon suddenly had a flashback to throwing it on the counter when he’d gotten home. He slapped his forehead. “I forgot to give it to you.”
Arro was still bunched up sheepishly on the floor. “I didn’t know how else to get in, and… the window was HUGE…” He covered his face with his paws again. “I’m just so, so fat…”
While Arro wasn’t looking, Rangavar rolled his eyes. “Arro, just, come to bed. This will all seem better in the morning.” He had no idea how late it was. He’d completely lost track of time—he just knew it had been a looong time.
The fatter dragon wiped his eyes, sniffled, and nodded.
Before Rangavar started up the stairs, Arro passed him to get into the shower room. “I’ll be up in a second,” he said hoarsely.
The Darkal only nodded and made his way to the bedroom. He yawned. He was so ready for sleep.


Arro stared at his reflection. The incredibly fat dragon in the mirror stared back.
He wanted to punch it.
He looked down at his massive gut. Without a belt or anything, it was hanging heavily in front of him, dominating his figure. His waistline filled the width of the mirror, and then some. He grabbed at his belly, watching the way it made his rolls jiggle. The pudge squeezed through his fingers.
Having run out of tears earlier, he didn’t cry. He’d done enough crying today. His face was dry and salty. Oh yeah, that’s why he’d come in here; he’d been so distracted by his body, he’d almost forgotten. He grabbed a towel and turned on the sink so he could wash his face.
That window had been massive. He felt a genuine flash of fear at the very recent realization that he couldn’t fit through it. He knew he was fat. But that fat? He shuddered. He really needed to get his weight under control.
He ended up standing in front of the mirror again, turning back and forth to see how the rolls bunched up on his neck when he turned his head, or the way they bunched up on his back under his arms. They spilled into huge, floppy lovehandles the lower they got. His gut swung with the motion of turning back and forth, jiggling and bouncing with every move.
Fat fat fat.
He inspected the band of red irritated scales across his midsection where the window had held him captive. The scales were cracked, and raw red skin was almost visible underneath. The fact that he couldn’t reach his chubby arms all the way around his front side to inspect the damage made him shiver.
That’s it. I’m never eating again.
He still had a cold feeling in his chest as he headed up the stairs for bed. He also had an extremely empty feeling in his stomach, but nope, he wasn’t going to eat. Not until his massive waistline slimmed down. He decided to go on a diet.
Arro was extremely careful as he climbed into bed, trying not to jostle the smaller dragon. Rangavar had kindly left him more than enough room, tucking his own body far to the side.
The fat Faerian let out a quiet sigh as he slid onto the sheets, pain still radiating across the swell of fat. He hoped Rangavar was right. Maybe things would seem better in the morning.