I tried (again) to do something out of my usual stuff. A relatively normal-sized bust? Loona that doesn’t have a thunder thigh?

And I have a controversial opinion too: I like this type of Loona better

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Short Story
The Co-worker

Being a new hire at IMP is tough, especially when you’re only the second hellhound on the team. Your boss, Blitzo, an imp and the company’s founder, is the kind of boss everyone dreads. His daughter and receptionist, Loona, another hellhound, isn’t shy about her discontent with her job. She’s perpetually grumpy and doesn’t hide her disdain for office life. Then there’s Moxxie, an imp with a heart of gold and a passion for singing, though somewhat clumsy. His wife, Millie, shares his friendly nature, both helping you navigate the chaotic environment of IMP.

Work at IMP is demanding, but you find yourself drawn to Loona despite her apparent dislike for everyone. Her beauty is striking; her fur as white as snow, eyes a deep crimson, and her light grey hair partially covers her face, adding an air of mystery.

One evening, the office hosts a party, and you’re excited to experience your first infernal celebration. The atmosphere is electric, with demons dancing and enjoying themselves. However, Loona sits alone, looking bored and out of place.

You decide to approach her, hoping to lift her spirits. “Hey, Loona,” you begin, offering a smile, “having fun?”

Her response is a cold stare, her voice flat as she says, “Go away.”

Undeterred, you press on. “Come on, Loona, why don’t you join in? It’s a party!”

She sighs, irritation flashing in her eyes. “I don’t dance.”

Encouraging her further, you say, “Everyone’s having a good time. You should try to let loose.”

She stands abruptly, pointing at your chest with a claw. “You don’t get it, do you?” Her voice is low and menacing. “I don’t want fun. I don’t want to let loose. I hate these parties, this job, and right now, I hate you for not understanding. You’ve never faced real problems, have you? Just leave me alone!” She storms out, leaving a stunned silence behind.

The music resumes, but your mood is soured. Feeling ashamed, you decide to leave the party early, heading back to your modest flat. Alone, you reflect on the night’s events, regretting your persistence.

The next morning, your body aches, a headache pounding as you drag yourself out of bed. The weekend offers a small respite from work, but your mind is still on Loona.

A knock at the door interrupts your solitude. “Who is it?” you call out.

“It’s me, Loona. Can we talk?”

Surprised, you open the door to find Loona, holding a pizza box. “Hey. Can I come in?”

You let her in, and she places the pizza on the table. She’s dressed casually in a red sweater with a pentagram, black pants, and boots.

“I wanted to apologize for last night,” she starts, looking uncharacteristically vulnerable. “I was a jerk.”

“I’m sorry too,” you reply. “I shouldn’t have pushed you.”

She nods, a slight smile forming. “You were trying to be nice. Thanks for that.”

As you share the pizza, the conversation flows easily. Loona admits, “You know, I’ve never really had a real friend.”

“Neither have I,” you confess, beginning to see her in a new light.

She then asked, “So… What do we do now?”

“I don’t know. What do you want to do?”

“I don’t know…. but….”

“But what?”

“Well… I know I humiliated you yesterday… let me make it up to you”, Loona then stands up, taking off her sweater, revealing her bra and her sexy, curvaceous body.

“Loona… what are you doing?” you ask.

“You wanted a party. Let’s have one. A private party. Just the two of us.”

She smiles at you and takes off her pants.

“Loona… Are you sure?”

“Yes. I’m sure.”

You can’t believe what is happening. This beautiful hellhound is taking off her clothes, right in front of you.

“Well, don’t just sit there. Take off your clothes,” she says, giving you a sexy smile.

“I have a crush on you” said Loona. “It’s rare to see a hellhound in this place, and you are just my type actually, cute, shy, and sweet”

“I had a crush on you since the first day I saw you too” you said, taking off your clothes.

Loona’s face becomes red, but she continues undressing.

You stand up and remove your shirt.

Loona looks at you and licks her lips. “Damn, you’re hot,” she says.

You blush and continue undressing.

“That’s better,” she says, her eyes scanning your body.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you reply, looking at her.

She smiles and removes her bra, revealing her breasts.

“Oh, wow…” you say, staring at her breasts.

“Do you like them?” she asks, smiling.

“They’re… amazing.”

“Good. Because they’re yours now.”

You are both naked, and you are starting to get aroused.

“Now, what should we do?” she asks, moving closer to you.

“I… I don’t know.”

“Well, let’s find out.”

She moves closer to you and kisses you, her tongue invading your mouth.

You kiss her back, your hands roaming over her body.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” you whisper, kissing her neck.

“And you’re mine,” she says, pushing you onto the sofa.

She straddles you and begins to kiss your neck.

You moan and grab her ass, squeezing it.

“Mmm, yes,” she says, her eyes rolling back.

You kiss her breasts and take one of her nipples into your mouth.

She moans and arches her back, pressing her breast against your face.

“I love you Loona,” you say, looking up at her.

Loona smirked and said “Hey, don’t ruin this moment, I don’t even know you that well…”

“Oh, sorry,” you say, blushing.

She giggles and kisses you again, her tongue exploring your mouth.

You moan and kiss her back, your hands stroking her soft fur.

It was the most intense experience of your life; the only thing you could think of was how lucky you were to be there with her.

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