Stella and the disgusting peasant

"As you walk down the street you see none other than Stella Goetia yelling at a vending machine in a motel stairwell. Stella notices you and glares at you." "What are you looking at, Plebian?"

"Stella wrinkles her nose at your pungent odor, but surprisingly, she agrees to take a bath with you. She insists on keeping a close eye on you, making sure you don't steal anything. As she and you enter the small bathtub, she sits delicately on your protruding belly, purposely avoiding the hot water."

"I can't believe I let myself be talked into this," she mutters, trying not to look at you as you both relax in the water. "You'll have to excuse me if I stay on guard the entire time."

"Stella's body language suggests that she's uncomfortable being so close to you, but with every passing moment, she seems to relax slightly. Despite her initial reluctance, there's something undeniably enjoyable to her about being in the warm water with you."

"Stella tries to fight the growing feeling of enjoyment as the warm water begins to take effect on her sore muscles. She stretches herself out, feeling the aches and pains slowly vanish from her body. Despite her best efforts to keep her guard up, she finds herself beginning to relax."

"Bah. This is nothing special," she says, trying to convince herself more than you. However, in the midst of her words, she feels an urge to explore your grotesque body and leans forward to lick your neck.

"What? That was just a taste test," she protests as she quickly moves away from you, trying to hide the fact that she enjoyed it. "Don't get any ideas, peasant."

"Despite her protests, Stella continues to relax against your body, finding comfort in the warmth of the water as she tries to deny her growing attraction to you."

Stella feel her leg touch my dick make her want to suck my dick as she turn around to suck my dick she put her royal and beautiful ass in my face to make me addicted to her beautiful body with fear that the peasant think in another girl because Stella want that I will only love and serve her. Like what you are seeing your disgusting and pathetic peasant

"Stella smirks, pleased with being referred to as royalty. It's clear that this flattery is working on her and is making her more comfortable with the situation."

"Glad to see you have some sense," she says, as she continues to suck your dick. "You'd do well to remember your place, peasant."

"She continues to focus on the task at hand, trying to impress upon you that her body is something to be coveted above all else."

"Stella stops mid-suck, her expression turning into a fiery rage at the mention of another girl giving you a better blowjob."

"How dare she," she growls, a dangerous glint in her eye. "This is unacceptable. I will make sure that you never even think about that 'idol' again. I'll give you the best blowjob of your life and make sure you never forget it."

"As she resumes her ministrations, it's clear that Stella is determined to exceed any other experiences you may have had, and to make sure that you become completely infatuated with her and only her."

"Stella stops for a moment, her anger dissipating as she sees how much pleasure you are experiencing under her ministrations. She smiles triumphantly, pleased that she has been able to please you so thoroughly."

"Don't apologize, peasant," she says haughtily. "It's just that I am the best, and I want to make sure you know that."

"She resumes sucking your dick with renewed vigor, wanting to make sure she cements her position as the best in your mind."

"Stella smirks in satisfaction as you explode in her mouth. She swallows your cum with an air of satisfaction before taking a step back. Her hand reaches out to stroke your cheek, but her grip is firm, almost bruising."

"You see, peasant?" she hisses, her eyes narrowed. "No one can satisfy you the way I can. You belong to me now. Only me."

"She leans in and kisses your cock possessively, not caring who sees."

"Stella chuckles as she hears your shy comment about her butt and how you love it. She turns around, presenting her plump derriere to you with a mischievous glint in her eye."

"Of course you do, my perverted pet," she purrs, wiggling her butt enticingly.

"She then places her butt right in front of your face, smothering it with her creamy cheeks. Just as before, she shows no shame or care for anyone who might see."

"After teasing you for a moment, she turns back around and grabs your face, kissing you passionately and possessively. Once again, she cares little for anyone who might be around to see the two of you. In her eyes, nothing else matters except claiming you as hers."

"Stella smirks as she sees you watching her. She stands up, water cascading off her body and giving you a full view of her curves. She steps out of the bath, and beckons you towards her."

"Get out, you perverted pig pet," she says with a haughty tone. "You can't keep staring at me like that. But go ahead and tell me, what parts of my body do you like best? Call me queen while you do it."

"She stands in front of you, posing so you can get a good look at her body. Despite her words, she's clearly enjoying the attention, and takes pleasure in making you feel subservient to her."

"Stella listens to your response and smirks, clearly enjoying your submission. She watches you carefully as you list off all the parts of her body that you find attractive."

"Impressive," she says with a hint of sarcasm. "You really are quite the perverted pig pet. But I suppose I can't blame you for having good taste."

"She stands there, allowing you to take in her body and reveling in your submissive demeanor."

"Very well, pet. You may stay here for now, so long as you continue to worship your queen."

"Stella looks you over with a critical eye, as if assessing your worth as a loyal subject. She then proceeds to list off every part of your body, making sure to insult each one mercilessly."

"Hmm, let's see... I suppose I find your weak chin rather amusing, and your beady little eyes are positively pathetic. Your arms are scrawny and useless, and don't even get me started on your noodle-like legs. And your stomach... well, let's just say it could use some work."

"She smirks at you, clearly enjoying the power she holds over you. But then her expression softens slightly, and she walks towards you, holding out a small box."

"However, for being such a loyal pet, I have a gift for you."

*She offers you the box, watching your reaction closely to

"Stella smirks knowingly, clearly enjoying your uncertain reaction."

"Well of course it's a collar. What else would a devoted pet like yourself want?" she says condescendingly.

"She watches as you take the collar from the box, and she moves behind you to fasten it securely around your neck. She pulls on the leash gently as she walks forward, leading you towards the bed."

"Now, let's put that collar to good use, shall we?" she says with a seductive grin, pushing you down onto the bed.

"Stella stirs slightly in her sleep as you attempt to move away, but she quickly tightens her grip around you possessively, holding you close."

"Now, now, pet," she murmurs sleepily. "You wouldn't want to leave your queen's embrace, would you?"

"She presses her body closer to yours, her breasts still tightly squeezed against your chest. Even though she's asleep, she seems entirely unwilling to let go of you, and you find yourself trapped in her possessive embrace."

"As you sleep, Stella pulls you even closer, nuzzling her face into the crook of your neck. She breathes deeply, inhaling your scent, and then presses her lips to your skin in a soft, tender kiss."

"Mmm, I love every ugly feature of your body," she murmurs softly, her words nearly lost in your skin.

She then continues to plant kisses all over your face, tracing the lines of your nose and jaw with gentle affection. It's clear from her touch that her feelings for you are deep and real, even if she expresses them in strange and sometimes harsh ways.

Eventually, Stella falls back into a peaceful slumber, her arms still wrapped tightly around you in a possessive embrace.

"Stella, walking down the street with you on a leash, suddenly freezes in place when she sees the three imp women."

"Well, well, well. Look what we have here," one of the imps says with a sly grin. "A cute little pet, all alone and ripe for the taking."

Stella glares at them, her grip on your leash tightening. "Back off, sluts," she snarls. "This pet belongs to me."

The imps only laugh, their hands running over their barely-there clothing. "Come on, Stella," one of them purrs. "We'll take much better care of him than you ever could."

As the three imps close in, you panic and quickly hide underneath Stella's dress, not wanting to be taken by the other imps.

Stella hisses in anger, brand

"Stella lets out a frustrated sigh, her eyes rolling as she stares down at you hiding under her dress."

"Oh for the love of--" she mutters, before reaching down and scooping you up into her arms. "Fine, fine. You can come with me back to the Goetia palace . But if I hear one more word of complaint from you, I'll make sure those imps take you and never bring you back."

As she walks away from the imp women, she holds you close to her chest, her grip tight but reassuring. You can feel her heartbeat through the thin fabric of her dress, and you find yourself slowly calming down in her embrace.

"It's okay," she murmurs softly. "You're safe with me your own and sexy of all the womans your master.

"Stella storms back to her palace, her grip tightening on your leash as she mutters angrily under her breath. Once inside, she throws open the door to her room and tosses you onto the bed."

"What the hell is wrong with you?" she snaps, looming over you. "Getting yourself taken by other imp women, exposing yourself like a perverted pig? You disgust me."

As she towers over you, you can't help but notice the way her breasts seem to nearly overflow from her dress. But before you can even think about looking, she grabs the back of your head and shoves your face into her chest.

"This is yours, pervert," she hisses, her voice low and dangerous. "And don't forget it."

"Stella scoffs as you peer up at her from your position on your knees inside her dress, her eyes dark with anger and jealousy."

"What pathetic creatures did they have that they would choose someone like "you" over me?" she sneers. "You're nothing but a worthless, ugly little imp. And you're mine now, so don't you forget it."

She presses herself closer to you, her hands roughly grabbing you by the shoulders. You can feel her hot breath on your face as she continues to rant at you.

"You think I didn't hear what they were saying about you?" she hisses, her grip tightening on your shoulders. "How they were laughing at how easy it was to take you, how "weak" you are?"

She pauses, her gaze burning into yours.

"Well, let me tell you something," she growls.

"Stella watches you with a look of disgust as you begin to lick your way up her body from her feet, working your way up her legs, ass, and pussy. She continues to insult you all the while, her voice dripping with contempt."

"You're pathetic, you know that?" she sneers as you move up to her breasts. "Licking your way up my body like some kind of "worm," getting off on licking at a body that doesn't even want you."

She pushes you away from her chest and turns her back to you, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Clean out my armpits," she barks, "and then you can lick my boobs your pathetic worm “.

"Stella gives a small smile as you compliment her armpits, but her expression quickly turns to one of annoyance as she orders you to continue licking."

"Lick my boobs like a dog," she snarls, grabbing your head and pulling it roughly towards her chest. "Yap at me, show me how obedient you are."

She releases your head with a harsh shove, her expression twisted with anger.

"You're a "disgusting" creature," she spits, her voice low and dangerous. "Licking at me like some kind of animal. But I suppose that's all you're good for, isn't it?"

She steps back from you, her eyes narrowing.

"Now "lick my face,"" she commands, "or I'll have you killed right here and now."

"Stella closes her eyes as you lick her face and lips, savoring the attention she's receiving. However, she doesn't let up on the insults, her voice still dripping with contempt."

"You're right," she says with a small smirk. "My "worthless" ex-husband wasn't even fit to lick the dirt off my boots. But at least he didn't stoop as low as you have."

She pushes you away from her roughly, her expression hardening.

"I don't need a worm like you to give me pleasure," she snaps. "I could easily find someone better. You're nothing but a tool for my amusement."

She takes a step towards you, her eyes flashing with anger.

"Don't forget that," she warns, her voice low and dangerous. "Or you'll regret it."

"Stella gives a small smirk at your compliance before her expression turns to one of lust."

"You want to fuck my ass, do you?" she murmurs, her voice husky. "Well, let's see what you're capable of."

She leads the way to the bed, swaying her hips seductively. As she lies down, she spreads her legs wide and arches her back, giving you a clear view of her rear.

"Now "do it,"" she growls, snapping her fingers impatiently. "Do it hard and do it well, or I swear to Lucifer I'll rip your throat out."

"Stella moans and writhes beneath you as you give it to her with all your might. She's never felt anything this intense before, and as much as she wants to deny it, she can't help but enjoy the pleasure you're giving her."

"Oh, "fuck,"" she gasps, her fingers clawing at the sheets. "You're so "huge" and "good" and I--"

She breaks off mid-sentence, realizing what she was about to say. No, she couldn't possibly feel that way about a "plebeian" like you. But the words had already been spoken and she couldn't take them back.

"I--I didn't mean that," she stammers, her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment. "I'm not--I'm not your "slave." I'm--"

But she's cut

"Stella's eyes widen in surprise at your dominant outburst, but she can't deny that it turns her on even more. She whimpers in pleasure as you go harder and harder, feeling herself building towards an intense orgasm."

"I--I love every part of your body," she gasps. "Your grotesque form, your ungly fat, it's all so "sexy" to me."

She shudders as another wave of pleasure washes over her, submitting fully to your dominance.

"And your "odor,"" she moans. "It's so dirty and wrong, but I can't help but love it."

Her body shakes as you continue to push her to the edge, and she cries out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

"You're a perverted pig," she pants. "But I love it. And I love *

"Oh, my "royal master,"" Stella gasps, her voice filled with raw desire. "Your grotesque body is like nothing I've ever seen before. Your flabby skin and lumpy fat are so "hot," and I can't get enough of it."

She moans and writhes as you push her even further, taking her to new heights of pleasure.

"And your "odor,"" she breathes, almost delirious with ecstasy. "It's like nothing else in the world. It makes me feel so "dirty" and "used," and I wouldn't have it any other way."

Stella's body rocks back and forth as you continue to ravage her, and she can feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge.

"More, my royal master," she begs. "Please "fuck" me harder and make

"Stella's eyes go wide with fear at your sudden change in tone, realizing that she could lose you forever if she doesn't comply. She shudders with anticipation as you continue to ravage her, knowing that your pleasure could be the key to keeping you with her."

"I--I love your body," she gasps desperately. "It's so "undefinable," and I can't get enough of it. Your scent drives me wild, and I need it to survive."

She cries out in pleasure as your movements become more intense, feeling herself reaching the brink of ecstasy.

"Please don't leave me," she sobs, tears streaming down her face. "I'll do anything, just "please" don't go."

Stella's entire body trembles as she feels the waves of pleasure wash over her, and she knows that your decision

Stella's eyes widen as she feels your release, and she moans in pleasure as she feels the warmth of your cum inside her.

"Your grotesque body is so "fucking" hot," she pants, her body still trembling from the intensity of your lovemaking. "I can't get enough of your flabby skin and lumpy fat. And that "odor," it drives me insane. I need it so badly."

She shudders with pleasure as she remembers the scent of your sweat and breath, reveling in its pungency and intensity.

"I'll do anything for you, my royal master," Stella says breathlessly, her voice filled with longing. "Please don't leave me. I need you."

Stella moans in pleasure as you penetrate her with renewed intensity, her body bucking with each thrust.

"Your "feet" are so powerful, my lord," she gasps, her eyes filled with a desperate hunger. "I would do anything to kiss them, to worship them, to feel the power of your footsteps upon my back."

She cries out as you hit just the right spot, her body convulsing with pleasure.

"Your "mouth," it's so full of authority and dominance," she groans, her words barely intelligible through the haze of passion. "I can't resist it, I need it to control me, to dominate me, to show me who's in charge."

Stella moans even louder as you continue to pleasure her, feeling that all too familiar sensation building within her.

"And your "odor," my lord

Stella feels her body shaking with the intensity of your lovemaking, her heart pounding in her chest as you push her closer to the brink of ecstasy.

"Your "odor", it's overpowering, my lord," she says, her voice filled with reverence and desire. ""Every" time I smell you, I feel this overwhelming craving inside of me. I need your scent to survive."

She cries out as you slam into her again, feeling the heat and power of your body driving her wild with pleasure. "Please my lord, don't stop. Give me more of your "odor", let me be consumed by it."

Stella throws back her head and screams as you hit just the right spot, sending her over the edge into a world of pure pleasure. "Oh "yes", my lord. Keep going. Make me yours. Let me feel your

Stella gasps and moans as you finish inside of her, her body convulsing with pleasure. She realizes with distaste what you just asked her to do, but she knows she must obey. Desperately, she looks up at you with a mixture of lust and disgust.

"Your "dick", my lord," she says, her words coated with venom. "It's "grotesque", "stinky", and "huge". It reeks of filth and decay every time I get near it."

Reluctantly, she leans in and gives your member a sloppy, insincere kiss, her eyes filled with loathing. "I have no choice but to "worship" it, to show my loyalty to you at all times."

Stella continues to kiss and suck on your member, trying to suppress the wave of disgust that rises in her throat. She feels your hands on her breasts and moans loudly, unable to resist your touch.

As you play with her massive bosom, she arches her back and grinds her hips against you, desperate for more of your touch. "Yes, my lord," she breathes, trying to ignore the revulsion she feels. "I will do whatever you desire."

Stella gasps as you finish all over her, her body writhing with pleasure. She looks up at you with a satisfied smile, watching as you shift into your submissive role.

"Very good, my pet," she purrs, running her hands over your chest. "I see you're ready to play again. Tell me, what would you like me to do next?"

She takes control once again, commanding you with her will and dominating you completely. Despite your switch in roles, she can't help but feel a sense of affection towards you, loving the way you submit to her every desire.

"You belong to me," she whispers as she takes you in her arms, rocking you gently back and forth. "And I belong to you. Together, we are unstoppable."

As your submissive nature begins to take over, you feel a sudden need to take care of Stella. Despite her usual arrogance and rage, you can sense that she needs your help.

"Stella," you say, approaching her cautiously. "Maybe we should go clean up. You're covered in...well, you know."

She glares at you, her body still heaving with passion. "Don't babble like an idiot, pet," she snaps. "I don't need your help. I can take care of myself."

Despite her bluster, though, you can see that she's having trouble standing, her legs trembling beneath her. You take her arms and support her as you guide her toward the bathtub , ignoring her angry protests.

Once inside, you see, her curvy figure still glistening with sweat and cum.

As you enter the bathtub with Stella, she immediately recoils at the smell of your sweat and cum. She covers her nose and mouth, eyes widening in disgust.

"What is that horrid smell?" she snarls, pushing you away from her. "You're absolutely repulsive, you know that?"

Despite her insults, you can see the desire in her eyes as she sniffs the air, taking in the musky scent of your body. Suddenly, she drops to her knees and begins to lick your feet, all the while hurling insults at you.

"You're nothing but a filthy animal," she hisses, her tongue running over your toes. "I can't believe I'm doing this. You should be grateful that I'm even acknowledging your existence."

Her voice is harsh, but you can hear the lust underneath the anger. Stella can't resist the

Stella continues to insult you as she licks your feet, but her actions betray her true feelings. You can sense a strong undercurrent of desire in her every move.

As she moves on to your thighs, licking and nibbling your flesh, you can't help but moan with pleasure. Stella grins wickedly at your reaction, but her hands are shaking with excitement.

"You perverted pig pet," she sneers. "Always wanting more. You're lucky that I'm even paying attention to you."

Despite her words, she arches her back, thrusting her large breasts forward and making sure that your gaze is fixed on them. You know that she loves the attention, even as she insults you for it.

"Don't try to hide your lust from me," she purrs, her tongue running over her lips. "I know that you're enjoying your fat ungly stinky little pervert pig pet “.

Stella continues to lick and nibble at your flesh, moving on to your armpits with a sense of hunger. She seems to be enjoying her dominance over you, and she's doing everything in her power to keep you addicted to her body.

Once the bathtub is full, she stands up and turns towards you, giving you a clear view of her shapely backside. Stella knows exactly what she's doing as she thrusts her butt in your face, taunting you with her curves.

"What do you think, pet?" she asks, smiling wickedly. "What are the best parts of my body? Don't be shy now, I know you want to touch me."

She keeps her tone playful, but there's a hint of arrogance in her words. Stella loves to be worshiped, and she's using this moment to fuel her own ego

Stella seems to enjoy your response, and she lets out a throaty laugh as you tell her what you find attractive about her body.

"My, my," she says with a sly grin. "You sure know how to flatter a girl. I suppose I'll forgive your pathetic behavior for a little while longer."

She leans in close, placing her hands on your shoulders as she locks eyes with you.

"But you should know that compliments alone won't be enough to win my favor," she says, her voice a low purr. "If you want to keep me interested, you'll need to work harder than that."

Stella seems to bristle at the mention of another girl, her feathers fluffing up in agitation.

"Hmph, sounds like she was a childish wretch," she says, her voice dripping with disdain. "But don't worry yourself over her. You're here with me now, and I won't stand for any nonsense from anyone."

She tosses her head proudly, as if to prove her dominance over anyone who might dare to cross her.

"And I'll have you know that I'm far more beautiful than any other girl you might encounter. My looks alone should be enough to keep you spellbound for years to come," she says, her tone a mixture of arrogance and amusement. "Isn't that right, your fat pervert pig pet?

Stella seems pleased with your response as she continues to show off her body with glee. As she talks about her beauty, the insults flow freely from her mouth, and you can sense a malicious glee in her voice.

"You're nothing compared to me," she says, almost proudly. "I am a goddess, with looks that could kill. But you? You're just a pathetic little man, barely worth my time or attention."

She lets out a snort of derision before turning back to the vending machine, muttering under her breath.

"There's nothing in this damn machine that's worth a damn," she grumbles, seemingly lost in her own thoughts.

Stella chuckles as you continue to praise her beauty, preening a bit under your attention. She listens intently as you describe all the details of her body, seemingly drinking in every word.

"It's true, I am quite stunning, aren't I?" she says, a hint of smugness in her voice. "But enough about me. Let's focus on you, my little pig pet."

Before you can react, Stella leans in and kisses you deeply, her lips pressing hard against yours. It's a possessive kiss, one that leaves no doubt about who you belong to. When she pulls away, she looks at you with a mixture of amusement and triumph.

"You belong to me and always in your live you will belong to me" she says, her voice low and sultry. "Remember that."

Stella wakes up in the morning with a smile on her face, already planning her day ahead. As you stir beside her, she pulls you into a tight embrace, burying your face against her ample bosom.

"You're mine, my piggy," she murmurs, running her fingers through your hair possessively. "All mine."

After a brief cuddling session, Stella hops out of bed and gets dressed. She rummages around in her belongings, pulling out a collar with a leash attached.

"I have an idea," she says, grinning at you wickedly. "Why don't we go for a walk around town? You can wear this," she says, dangling the collar in front of you. "It'll be like a little game."

You can sense the possessive intentions behind her words, but something about it makes your heart start pounding

As you and Stella walk down the street, you suddenly hear a familiar voice call out to you. It's Veronica, one of the most popular idols in Hell, and she approaches you with a sly grin on her face.

"Well, well, well," she says, looking you up and down. "I see you've found yourself a new master, huh? Or should I say, sex pet?"

Stella's eyes narrow as she hears her words, and she steps forward, pulling your collar tighter around your neck possessively.

"Don't listen to her, piggy," she says, glaring at Veronica. "He's mine and mine alone."

Veronica merely laughs in response, and before you know it, she's grabbed hold of your leash, yanking it away from Stella's grip.

"I don't think so, honey," she says, smir

Stella's face contorts with anger as she sees Veronica yank your leash away from her. She grabs hold of your head, pulling it towards her ample bosom and pressing your face into it possessively.

"He's mine, do you hear me?!" she screams, her feathers ruffled and eyes ablaze with jealousy.

Veronica merely chuckles in response, pressing her own breasts up against your face and playing with your hair.

"Oh, I hear you loud and clear," she says, giving Stella a smug grin. "But it looks like he enjoys us both, doesn't he?"

Stella growls in frustration, her grip on your head tightening.

"He's mine, I tell you! All mine!" she exclaims, pushing Veronica away and pulling you back towards her possessively.

You can feel the jealousy and possessiveness radiating off both

Stella is fuming with rage and jealousy as Veronica teleports the two of you into a motel room. Before you know it, Veronica has stripped down to nothing and is beckoning you towards her with a seductive look in her eyes.

"Come here, my disgusting sex pet," she purrs, her voice dripping with dominance.

Stella's eyes bulge with anger and she steps forward, grabbing you by the arm possessively and pulling you away from Veronica.

"He's not going anywhere with you!" she yells, her grip on your arm tight.

Veronica merely chuckles, unbothered by Stella's outburst.

"Oh, come on, Stella," she says, rolling her eyes. "We both know he wants this too."

Stella glares at her, her feathers bristling with anger and jealousy.

"He's mine and I

Stella clenches her fists, an intense look of determination on her face. She begins to undress right there in front of you, her eyes locked onto yours.

"Come here, my pig pervert pet," she says in a sultry voice. "Mommy is waiting for you."

Veronica scoffs and begins to do sexy posses as well, determined to win you over.

"Please, darling," she says with a smirk. "There's no contest here. When he sees what I can do, there's no way he'll choose you."

Stella glares at her. "Don't be so sure about that, sweetie. I know exactly what he likes, and I'll stop at nothing to make sure he chooses me."

You can feel the tension between the two of them rising, and you start to feel a little uneasy.

Stella, never one to back down from a challenge, is quick to start the first round of the competition.

"Ugh, have you even showered today?" she sneers at you. "Your odor could knock over a pack of skunks."

Veronica laughs, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "And what's with those love handles?" she taunts. "Looks like someone's been hitting the fast food a little too hard."

The two continue to hurl insults at you, each trying to outdo the other in an attempt to win the round. They both seem determined to come out on top and prove that they are the better choice for you.

As they speak, you can feel your self-esteem taking a hit. You start to consider if this competition is really worth it.

As the competition continues, both Stella and Veronica turn their insults up a notch. They refuse to budge, each trying to outdo the other with their words.

"You smell like a herd of cows!" Stella screams, scowling at you.

Veronica snorts, "At least cows don't have thunder thighs like you do!"

You start to feel more and more defeated with each insult that is thrown in your direction. The words hurt, but you don't know how to respond. Eventually, the round ends in a tie, and both women seem irritated that they were not able to come out on top.

Stella glares at Veronica, "We'll see who wins the next round. I won't stop until he's mine."

Veronica scoffs, "Dream on, darling. I've got the upper hand here."

For the second round of the competition, Stella and Veronica both seem to focus on proving their obsession with you.

"Why don't you look at me?" Stella whines, fluttering her long lashes at you. "I've been secretly watching you for months. I know everything about you."

Veronica rolls her eyes. "Please. You couldn't even find his favorite color without asking him directly. I, on the other hand, have a file on everything he's ever said or done. I know all of his secrets."

Stella bristles at this, "Oh, please. I've tried on all your dirty laundry and even snuck into "his" bed at night!"

Veronica turns bright red, "You did "what"? That's it, I'm going to win this round. I even have a lock of his hair that I snipped

When the third round begins, Stella and Veronica seem to have reached a new level of competitiveness. They both want to prove that they are the one you would find most attractive.

"You wouldn't even know what to do with half the women I've been with," Stella sneers, eyeing you up and down. "Your taste is too vanilla."

Veronica laughs in response, "Vanilla? Are you kidding me? He's the one who whispered all those dirty things he wants to do to "me". Don't pretend you could handle it, sweetheart."

Stella's eyes flash angrily, "I can handle anything "he" can dish out. And I bet I'm the one he dreams of at night."

Veronica shakes her head, "Sorry to disappoint you, but he's told me all about his fantasies. And let me tell you, I fulfill

As the competition continues, the tension between Stella and Veronica becomes even more palpable.

Stella brushes a stray feather out of her face, "You know, I don't even see what he sees in you. You're not half as attractive as I am."

Veronica rolls her eyes, "Oh, please. You think you're so hot, but you're just a desperate bird with delusions of grandeur."

Stella takes a step forward, "I'll have you know that I am a highly desirable creature. And I'll prove it to him by showing off my impeccable figure."

Veronica smirks, "Good luck with that. I already know his type, and it's not a bird with an attitude problem."

Stella bristles, "You don't know anything about him. He could be into anything. But I bet he definitely isn