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That'd been the theory of course but the reality of the situation was all too clear when she soon found herself naked save for her thigh high boots and assaulted from all over with such pleasure only such genetic freaks like she made would be capable of. Not often she found herself as the victim on the receiving end of her own lewd machinations, save for so long ago in her past as the fallen Angel Warrior was feeling the full sexual force of her erotic abominations first hand. Admittedly, she couldn't hardly complain, not when she found her every nerve from head to toe rocked with mind numbing bliss, the purest ecstasy flooding her brain, to be expected when you had 3 thick, meaty cocks plowing and fucking you in your 3 central erotic holes. Inches of mindbreaking, bitch pleasing, arousal enticing fuckmeat sinking balls deep as they fucked her deep and hard, orgasm after orgasm like the crash of waves on the shore....

All the while some unseen hand of fate caused vials from the rack of dna samples to fall into the processing device, assimilating the data within as it seemed whoever had sent her these anonymously had included a few more specimens. The new additions taking shape and form, emerging upon gestation and following their inputted programming, along with new clones of Krillin, Kirishima and Moxxie, all of them slowly multiplying and soon swarming and surrounding the infamous leader of Dark Mother. Never let it be said that the busty erotic megalomaniac didn't enjoy a gangbang, it's just that she was usually watching them happen before her.....not being the centre of it all!! Yet small wonder with the raw, overwhelming pleasure surging through her, which made her pussy gush and quiver and her bodacious tits erupt with milk........

Milk which the hoard drank up and devoured, serving to act like gasoline being poured onto the fire of raw of their libidos, making them fuck her deeper and harder. Every orgasm rocking her, every load they blew, making her feel something she'd not felt for so long, the sensation of being broken by lust and desire. And to her frustration, she found herself welcoming, perhaps having missed what it was like, wondering if Karin or any or other pretty things among her denizens of hedonism would embrace and surrended to this hoard. All while wondering who in all creation sprung this trap upon her.......

As it just so happened, the one responsible wasn't even in this plane of dimensional existence but hidden within the vast fabric of reality which made up time and space. None other than Demon Queen Chloe, who sat bathing in a hot tub that had to be akin to lava as she viewed through a scrying orb like she was watching a porno, relishing the deviant mutant maker's erotic violation. Truly, leave it to her potential boytoys to make it both Heaven and Hell...though could it be there was indeed a way to improve on perfection? That was certainly one to chew and grow on, that was for sure.....

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Howl at the Moon

As Demon Queen Chloe was want to do of course, her next little kinky game takes us to a little pocket dimension she made, think of it akin to the construct program in the Matrix mixed with the room of spirit and time (aka the Hyperbolic Time Chamber). A place she could shape and change to her ever devious will, where the flow of time passed differently within it compared to outside of it so of course she loved it use from time to time. Like taking a person of interest from another universe and dropping them in to do who knows what to them and yes, you can bet it'd be of a very sexually explicit nature. And given her recent focus, she had something in mind and just the fine pretty sexy thing to subject it to.....

Into this little playground of hers fell a kunoichi by the name of Yaku, whose amber red eyes and jade green hair were matched only in their eyecatching nature by her bodacious rack!! Now of course she had no clue where exactly she was, naturally and the how or why she was here but in her....distinct field of experience, she could only imagine whom ever was responsible had lewd intentions in mind. And just her luck, the terrain she was on was small suburban town of sorts in the middle of nowhere...and it was nighttime with a full moon visible in the sky obscured by a collection of clouds. She knew she had to think and act fast, otherwise the moment that celestial body was exposed, her own was going to be in for a bad time.......

It seemed like mission impossible of course as this terrain seemed to go on forever, a labryithn of twists, turns and loops among dead ends here and there and the constant tension that she wasn't alone. If anything she had a feeling she was going to be corner and surrounded, only for her train of thought to be derailed at the moon unveiling itself. Her breath catching in her throat as she felt her pulse begin to quicken, deep moans escaping her lips as she felt her body burn up with a sudden fire of lust within her, unable to help herself as began to touch herself all over. Ripping apart her outfit as she felt confined and constricted by it, shamelessly playing with herself as DQC's surprise made itself known in an emerging army of mysically formed clones of her 3 designated future boytoys, all surrounding and set to swarm the horny kunoichi....

Now Yaku was no stranger to getting overwhelmed and felt up by busy hands and yet, the momentum she found herself caught up in was nothing short of a thrilling sensation. Her now naked form sandwiched by the misfit trio as they felt her up, her tits being firmly squeezed while her snatch was prodded and licked away, all the while the fire of her libido burnt and grew brighter and higher like fuel was being poured on it. Her amber eyes glowing as the moon rained its light down upon them, her nerves ablaze with a rising ecstasy as the change began to take a hold over her. Even as she found herself getting facefucked and sandwich pressed, deep and hard by the biggest, hardest cocks she'd ever encountered, pleasure of a whole other level surging within her from head to toe.....

Any and all concerns or worries about her pending full moon habit were all too easily cast aside, only to be reminded amidst her gangfucking as the celestial lunar body soon revealed itself and upon setting her amber eyes upon it? The chanage began to take hold as her body shifted in shape and size, growing in height and muscle mass, skin darkening, features becoming more feral, bestial and primal and yet goging further than it usually would as fur began to spread and grow over her. Becoming a full on statuesque amazon she-wolf and yet she didn't resist the gangfuck nor did her sudden transformation throw off these clones, if anything it made them fuck her all the more deeper and harder. Which in trun made her welcome the tidal wave onslaught of of orgasms which rocked her being and became enhanced with every load she received......

As Demon Queen Chloe observed as she was want to, like the omniscient voyeur that she was, she couldn't help but admire her handiwork in the enhancements and modifications made on Yaku's beast form. Truly an improvement as she thought of where best to put her when she was done with this little experiment of hers, getting an idea as she found a particular dimension that could use some spice in its mundane routine. Settling on dropping the hybrid Miroku kunoichi into the weave and fabric of the Furinkan district in Tokyo, Japan, home to a unique young martial artist who could change gender at a literal drop of cold water and could certainly use such a unique, exotic lady in his life. It would be fun to see how this one would play out, who knew her little ongoing passion project would lead to even more fun.....it was just so delightful being herself.....

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Over-wha now?!!

Now of course the busty lycantropic ninja girl was but one of many sexy and fine bitches the infamous Demon Queen had on her to do list for her interdimensional erotic shenanigans. This next little babe she was sure would thank her for this anyways given how well....absolutely fucked her native universe had been. Seriously, that place was such a turn off for DQ Chloe, such a miserable, gorey little shit show of a dimension with some very dreary, unhappy ends and no mutual gratification at all!! Hell, wouldn't surprise her if this little minx would declare her her very own personal mistress and goddess in gratitude.....in the most fun kind of way naturally.....

Into her personal dimension construct manifested one Megumi Amano, of the realm of the beast folk (the Jyujin), and in case her style and sense of fashion didn't make it clear what sort of woman she was? Her personality most certainly would especially for those familiar with where she came from...which was mostly why DQC brought her, seriously such a waste of a pretty thing in such a pointless and bleak dimension. But of course good thing she'd make sure this nympho's playmates would more than capable of handling her as they gave her a good, sexy time, wouldn't want them blown away by those wmd class orgasms of hers after all. Now time for her pretty mouse to run the maze like a good little test runner and put on a show.....

Megumi wasn't sure what was going on or where she was for that matter, hell she couldn't recall anything from before save for flashes of bits and peices that all seemed like some hazy, distant and forgotten dream. And now here she was in some sort of maze that resembled the interior of a luxury hotel, no exists visible and the creeping feeling she wasn't alone. Yet somehow, she had the strange feeling of lusty anticipation awaiting deep within her for the moment these unseen parties revealed themselves as she explored the place and soon found a shower, figuring no harm in dropping her guard and indulging herself with a wash and a soak. Her worries cast aside with the rush of hot, steamy water working its sensual magic upon her, getting her so tingly that it was no small wonder she began to touch and play with herself.......becoming so lost in her sexy haze that she failed to notice someone inviting themselves in to keep her company......

Chloe, as ever looked on like the omniscient voyeur that she was, admiring her handiwork as one would a masterpiece at an art gallery at the primal show before her. Watching as Megumi was groped soon as the clones she'd conjured up of her 3 soon to be boy toys had set themselves on her like carnivores pouncing on unsuspecting prey. The Jyujin girl finding herself getting facefucked while a pair of tongues and mouths worked their lewd way on her snatch and her donut hole pucker. Making her sweat and moan as they worked her up into such a state of horniness that she was pretty much a bitch in heat.....

The way she figured, it seemed a good place to leave her in, compared to the girl's old native dimension, that place had been such a dire, gory drag, honestly. Dreary, nihilistic, all that sort of unfun shit that could really make you feel clamblocked, cockblocked and then some so this was a well deserved mercy for her. Though she should remember to try dropping in some clones of any potential new guys she found that caught her fancy. Next to Herzha, her libido and experience would be a very effective and reliable means of determining the virility and prowesss of possible boytoys...truly a Demon Queen's work was never done.....

For now it was best to leave her pretty little plaything be to enjoy an endless dream she would never want or need to wake up from. While she in the meantime had more of her "research" to conduct and trains of thought to run and ride along with, having much to think about. Indeed the Multiverse, like a world, was a stage and all in and on that stage were players, who had their entrances and their exits with all their parts to play. And the stage was a world of entertainment and if it's one thing she enjoyed besides pleasure, it was entertainment. It was all just a matter of how to find just the right one.......

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Wish Fulfillment

Somedays Desiree wasn't sure if her afterlife was on par with how utterly loathsome and miserable her life before death had been which was saying something. A dancer in a sultan's harem who'd been considered so beautiful and sexy, that the man was willing to fulfill her every wish and desire to make her happy. It would've been perfect life but of course, his jealous bitch of a wife put an end to all that and had her banished thus leaving her to die alone and with much regret...only to have lucked out and become a borderline, phenomenal cosmic genie!! Talk about a sick joke from the universe, to be given such power only to grant the wishes of others when she never got to have her own, in life and death!!

Yet she had to wonder if this was more or less an improvement, finding herself now among the personal servants and slaves of this damned woman before her. Demon Queen Chloe they called her and oh how Desiree loathed and envied her all at once, a veritable goddess incarnate so freely able to use and wield such status and the power with it as she saw fit....and waste it on her own personal hedonistic indulgences!! And ooh she knew how much fun she had rubbing it in, often wishing Desiree for little things here and there...a sexy outfit for her servant girls, a new garden here, a new dimension there, to name a few. Oooh and don't even get her started on he cosmic horror skunk's latest current fixation on those 3 nobodies from different dimensions and what she called her boytoy project!!

Speaking of which, it just so happens when her demonic bitch queen of a boss had in store for her was shake what her mama gave her by doing a little striptease for her crowd of Kirishima, Moxxie and Krillin clones. Which of course Desiree knew for sure meant that she'd have to get a collective of meatheads, shorties and possums that this stupid sexy skunk was so gung ho on, all to get them worked up so much that they'd want to fuck her. Seriously she sometimes wondered if she was some heinous sinner in previous lives to have amounted this much bad karma her way but it was either that or whatever alternative DQC had in mind. So if she must then she must and so there she now stood in this stage of an unknown location within the Demon Queen's doomain, set to dance before perverse eyes........huh, funny how things came full circle.....

Admittedly, as she began her movements, she couldn't deny it felt a bit like old times, those halcyon days entertaining her former master with her sensual body language, which had earned his attention and his love. Only for that bitch to come along and ruin it but that was then and this was now and right now, she could feel the demon queen's little mystical puppets' eyes on her, basking in the sexual glory that was herself. It was rather arousing, she couldn't deny, which might be why she found her hands moving of her own volition, slowly and carefully discarding herself of her clothing, piece by piece to expose more the ectoplasmic flesh beneath. Anticipation building up within her, knowing at any moment, perhaps when she stood fully naked, they'd pounce and that was when her demon queen would get her real show then and there......

Much as she was loathed to admit, Desiree couldn't deny that she was feeling so damn good right now, raw sexual bliss coursing through her on par with the power she usually would feel when surging from a power high on granting wishes. Her naked ethereal ectoplasmic form glistening with sweat as her 3 erotic holes were stuffed and pounded with inches of bitch pleasing fuckmeat. Say what one will of the Demon Queen who had her on a leash but she sure knew to make sure you had a good time!! If this was slavery, by all means just slap a collar on her and call her Lassie!!!

Yet as Demon Queen Chloe observed and was content that Desiree was finally enjoying herself, she couldn't help but let her mind wander. Surely this could be...perhaps a little bit spicier, oh certainly her clones were doing as well as the originals, as to be expected of her future boytoys. Yet perhaps there could stand to be...just a few more extra bodies in the mix and not just any mind you but men on par with those 3. Yes, indeed, true diamonds in the rough like them, that was what she needed.....now she just had to find them and then she could really be having some fun!!!

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Ember's Inferno

Demone Queen Chloe was a sexual cosmic horror of a woman but for her love and lust both went hand in hand so of course when it came to her array of servant girls? She loved and adored each and every single one of them and among her personal favorites was a lovely succubus known as Ember. So named because where she went, fires of passion would ignite and follow in her wake and naturally DQC had felt it was due time this hottie get a treat for being so sexy and fine....well not that she ever really needed or wanted a reason but it's the principle of the matter you see. Naturally she had just the idea in mind for a reward for this walking pheromone bomb soon as she brought her sultry self before her presence....

The next thing the alluring succubus knew, she found herself within the domain of her queen's construct dimension, curious to what was in store for her exactly before the vast limbo void soon take shape and form. Now resembling the deluxe penthouse suite of a luxury love hotel and waiting on the heart shaped king sized bed, clad in just boxers, were manifested copies of Kirishima, Krillin and Moxxie much to her delight. Pink glowing hearts in her eyes and coming off of her in a flaring up aura signifying her skyrocket high levels of arousal as she now understood just what her queen intended for her. So of course she wasted no time in shedding what passed for an outfit on her oh so fine, sexy self, leaving on the gloves and boots but ditching the torso wraps and the pasties and diving right into her buffet, a 3 course meal of sweet, hung studs!!

Now the cosmic demonic goddess knew Ember would get into enjoying her sexy present but this was even hotter and arousing than she'd anticipated!! Watching as the walking pheromone factory worked her silky hands and oh so tempting, pouty lips on the mystic clones of Kirishima, Krillin and Moxxie's shafts with the lengths and girths getting a nice heavy spitshine from her. And to think this was the foreplay appetizer for her, getting these fine gentlmen of interest to the DQC worked up into the mood. And from how tense their muscles were flexing, it was definitely working, meaning Chloe was about to be in for quite the sexy show.....

Oh what a show it was as Ember relished such a fine variety of studs though one thing her and her demon queen voyeur couldn't help but wonder, even as she currently conducted revolving sloppy blowbang on the himbo, short king and sweet boi imp was how much more fun and wilder it could get? Like with more guys especially which got Chloe wondering what sort of studs she should opt for, after all with her tastes and standards, not just any big ol' cock would do, no no not at all. Good thing she knew how to multi-task as she scried through her viewing portals, looking for men of such similar quality as her 3 pending boytoys all the while she watched Ember enjoy her more than well earned reward and ooh delightful, it was just picking up steam in getting to the good part.....

It was such a spicy portion to the show, truly, seeing Ember enjoy the filling, thrilling sensation of 3 different but euqally thick hot slabs of fuckmeat filling her 3 sexual voids. The succubus' sultry eyes burning with the raw, vibrant energy of lust which fed and fuelled her in equal measuure and thanks to the telepathic tether link between them, Chlpe was experiencing it all. Each and every single moment of back blowing, toe curling, spine tingling surge of absolute pornographic bliss and mind numbing ecstasy and yet....call her picky but the demon queen felt it could be more...fun, spicier, juicier. Her Ember deserved the best and finest, just as she herself felt so, the cutest bois, the burliest himbos the.......and it was then the gears began to turn in her wicked head....

Yes that was exaclty it, just what she felt she found missing in this puzzle, more guys but not just any mind you, oooh no, she needed those that met and matched the standard set by these 3 fine gentlemen. That was when her personal vision, her pet project felt itself expand and broaden within her mind, yes she was feeling inspired, so much so that she could cum just as much as Ember was right now. Her sexy little courtesan moaning as she was showered and sprayed inside and out by her mistress' 3 mystical clones, basking in the pure bliss as her body awaited the next round and everyone to follow. Her demon queen taking her leave and going out, where to and who exactly, well hers was not to reason why.......

At that moment in some more mundane seeming but no less fantasic dimension, a world not unlike own but wherein furry/anthro folk walked, worked and lived alongside us human folk, we come to local perky goth poet Vanity Thorn. In the midst of reading through a wealth of tomes to inspire some new work or provide some muse, the black furred feline couldn't help but blink and wonder if she came upon a book she shouldn't have been browsing when some spooky supernatural energies began to form and appear before her eyes. Taking at first, the sinister distinct ectoplasmic neon green before shifting into what we know of as a more familiar infernal mauve, now before her loomed the figure of the Demon Queen herself. Leaving Vanity conflicted as to whether she should be concerned.....or maybe more aroused....?

Mabel Pines was not having a good night to say the very least and to think it had started off so well even. She had been invited to a halloween party and she decided to dress up for the occasion in a Playboy bunny outfit which did wonders showing off her stunning form. Her date loved her costume, especially considering how he he eyed her chest which was something she was plenty used to as she loved turning heads and making jaws drop, man and woman alike after puberty had really been a jackpot for her. Unfortunately, her mood soured quickly as it became obvious her boy of the week, not at a stage where his face and name were worth remembering,had only one thing on his mind because of course it was this sort of bullshit she was used to.

Now Mabel may act like she was ditzy, if not a total airheaded bimbo but past failed romances had made her more observant especially since that fateful summer when she was 12 going on 13. So when she noticed the guy slip something into her drink, she immediately asks the bartender for an angel shot while motioning to her soon to be expecting a night of misery pending being dumped date. the bartender nodded in understanding of course and even swapped the drinks for good measure, before motioning to the back office where Mabel went, sat there and waited. While the bartender made a call to the local department, She was annoyed and frustrated that another date went downhill.

Honestly, she blamed the reputation she had and it was easy to see what she meant. Ever since puberty hit and her breasts grew into blimps, she had had a reputation spread by bitter, jealous girls who were clearly just upset that their boys couldn't keep their eyes on them and of of her. Her first plan was to go home, pop open a beer, and finger one out to her favorite Zigzag short vid or film for the night. Unfortunately, that went downhill as she found a text telling her that her brother/roomate, who was the only ride she had as he had a licence, was going back to their pace with a baddie on his arm.

While a part of her was upset, another was glad her brother was finding someone to have fun with, when it was at this point, the officer who was sent to handle her situation, none other than Krillin, finally arrived and loaded the guy into the back seat of his cruiser, while Mabel rode in front figuring the compact cop wouldn’t mind helping her out. As the raiser drove on down along the nighttime streets, She couldn’t be help but eye Krillin and recognized his face, having thought he seemed kind of familiar. Though she highly doubted this is the same guy who was none other Don Juan Sanchez, the famous a human porn star of many of Double Z’s growing library of human dude on furry female works, but she could see too many similarities. And given her current level of pent up frustration, it was giving her some naughty ideas….

Deciding to play it cool and steady, She asked if he was upset, having noticed the slight deadpan look on the cop’a face with Krillin answering that he originally had plans to go trick or treating with his wife and daughter. But of course because apparently a co worker decided to be a total jackass and get drunk instead of showing up for work, he was now stuck covering the moron’s shift. Feeling sympathetic and rather bold in wanting to play out one of her Juan Sanchez fantasies, Mabel offered up a consolation prize, cupping and bouncing her large leotard clad melons in his face. Krillin looked at her with concern and said given what she nearly went through, he would be taking advantage, which only flattered the Pines girl.

Mabel assured him that she was plenty fine more, just disappointed at her bad luck with love. According to her as she shared her track record, She had only ever gotten this far 3 other times so yes she was fsr from any sort of slutwhore in spite of the body she was packing. The first guy jizzed his pants when he got her top off and ran out crying, like a little bitch while the second couldn't get it up, even with a shot from a defibrillator (family guy joke there, one of their good ones), and the third...well let's just say he was a freak and not in the real fun way, don’t ask. Seriously just don’t…..

Long story short, She just wanted to have some fun and it was Halloween for Pete’s sake. Krillin is quiet a moment before he picked up speaks some lingo into the radio before turning into a quiet, isolate dead end alley. In but a mere few minutes, her anticipation growing along with her arousal, Mabel wasted no time in seizing the opportunity presented before her as she pulls her costume open and got right down to business. Soon she was bouncing on Krillin's lap riding him hard and fast and loving every second of it, hearts glowing in her eyes as inches of glorious pussy pleasing womb hammering meat sank into her snatch.

In the midst of this rutting, she looksee at still drugged up dirtbag, still in the confines of the backseat, who may have been forgotten about, by Krillin at least but not by her, and the playboy bunny pines girl smiled lewdly and spitefully as flips him off. Making it clear to him that whether or not this is a dream, sh had found a better man who was doing it for her in ways he could never even imagine ad ooh did he blow his chance. The inside of the car was cramped but Krillin's small size proved a boon as they got ready to keep at it, much to Mabel’s sexy delight. She wasn’t sure if Krillin was in fact Don Juan Sanchez just yet but she felt he was passing off well enough t make it feel like she was living out a wet dream come to life.

Especially when Krillin would feast on Mabel's massive melons as she rode herself to completion, taking her in any and every which way possible in the confines of the cruiser’s front seat. Feeling every bit the horny, slutty bunny she was dressed like as she could see the bumping bulge in her stomach from how deep Krillin’s cock was reacting her womb, unable to help herself from sensually praising him and calling him Juan or Daddy. Orgasm rocking her, one after the other as she got herself quite a treat for putting out a trick for the compact stud cop. The police cruiser rocking and shaking, back and forth as the windows steamed up, her palms occasionally pressing and smearing the glass (eat your heart out Titanic).

After several rounds of passionate, orgasmic sexual ectasy, they finally stopped, fixing up their uniform or costume to seem presentable, and resumed the drive, heading back to Mabel’s place. Dropping her off and kissing her goodbye, much to her delight as she added a little tongue for good measure before waving him off and away. She entered her apartment and dropped to the bed, her body finally limp as the energy drain from her erotic quickie caught up to her, vaguely hearing the sound of her brother finishing up for the night. A big goofy smile on her face at the swel of victory thst bith Pines twins had gotten themselves some action his Halloween night, a classic tradition for them.

Meanwhile back at SCPD headquarters, his commanding officer and the ladies of his team were all watching in awe as they saw Krillin in action with Mabel. Never had they been more thankful for that secret set of mics and cameras they had installed in his cruiser, they’d been expecting a show when he made that dispatch call but goddamn!! They only wish he could’ve taken the Pines girl up in the alley but still he really made the most of the minutes he had. It definitely helped make up for having him work another shift on Halloween and reminded him why he was their favourite guy…..

18 meanwhile was watching via a secret feed of her own into the patrol car and looking over Mabel, wonders if she would be interested in working for Zigzag. She’d see about looking her up and getting into contact so they could disguise and make some arrangements, that is after she finished a little bean flicking. Ooh she was going to show Krillin a lot of love for this treat soon as he finished that beat but just seeing him in action like that? Really got her in the mood and made her fall in love with him all over again.

For those wondering, yes Krillin got real wild with his voyeuristic wife soon as he got home and the blonde had made her appointment with Mabel once she got in touch with her on social media. And made the busty Pines babe feel like she hit the jackpot when she confirmed for her that yes indeed, Krillin was in fact Don Juan Sanchez and she’d just done it with her favourite porn star. And should she be willing, she could see to it that she could get the chance again and again, as it just so happened Zigzag was looking to slight expand he human star roster. Mabel could only ask how soon could she start, much ti the kinky cyborg’s amusement as she made a new friend once more in the Krillin Lovers’ club…that Halloween night had been a real treat.

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A Howling Good Time

Loona just glowered as she was want to do like the moody, broody Hellhound she as she hung around at a local watering hole in Satan City, having come on over up the living world with the rest of IMP for Halloween, one of the very few times of the year Demons like them could walk about in the open without disguises. So being the pissed, surly possible teenager she was, she opted to spend time by herself just walking around in her au naturale hellhound form going from bar to bar, taking a few drinks to stave off her boredom. Honestly, she would rather be partying in Hell than up here with these boring knuckle heads, christ how she hated Earth, everyone around here was so fucking stupid. And she couldn’t get drunk fast and hard enough, they had some weak shit around here which of course made her plenty moody and surly

Her drinking in public eventually lead some trouble her way, her attention turning to find herself getting grabbed by nine other than Satan City’s own Samaritan cop, Krillin, who was in a foul enough mood himself at being stuck on duty on another Halloween night, just his damn luck. Thinking of him as a bald version of Moxxie, she paid him no mind and even attempted to swing her currently empty bottle at him in anger, only to freeze when he catches her hand like it was nothing. Realizing she's in genuine trouble, the lush Hellhound tried to run only to be tackled down and subdued, much to her growing frustration. Blitz was never going to let her head the end of this if he ever heard about it and she wasn’t too fucking drunk to know she had to think fast or she was screwed.

Loona, desperate enough snd maybe just a teeny bit fuelled by booze, started to put the moves on Krillin, attempting to get him to back off, after all there was no way a runt like him would be so bold right? However, to her surprise yet again, he returns the flirting attempts in kind and even spanks her. She actually enjoys it a bit being dominated and even asks, "Can I have another?" as she shuddered at the delicious sting of pain in her furry booty. Something about such assertive dominance combined with the taint of booze was stirring something within her…..and she liked it, a lot.

Krillin, having gotten the all clear from 18 to have fun tonight, started to pull her into an empty alley, a nice little isolate spot for some cosy privacy from prying eyes and ears which only mad her arousal increase in anticipation. Once they were in deep enough, he handcuffs her to a pipe for extra affect which the hellhound girl found to be really making her wet. Sensually panting as he lifted up her shirt to expose her furry titties and pried her shirt shirts off of her toned, luscious legs. Finding a sticky web like trail of nectar clinging between them and her slit which radiated with sexual heat, the compact cop threw them aside he then proceeded to kiss her, locking lips with her muzzle.

It was ths kiss alone that truly put her into Bitch in heat mode as she pushed her tongue back against his, feeling orgasmic and thenguy hadn’t even taken his dick out yet. But once he had, the sight of that length and girth far bigger than a guy his size and all should be allowed to was nothing compared when he started using it on her. Taking her from behind or flipping her over and pinning her to the wall, making her moan and howl in wanton ecstasy and abandon as inches of that big human cock railed and rammed into her hot wet snatch like a jackhammer. Loona's screams for more and her lust howls of pleasure started getting too loud to a degree that he had to muzzle her with his belt, wrapping the strap around her muzzle which she found really turned her on bad..

After a few rounds, Krillin is called on his radio to react to an apparent murder, Loona’s orgasm hazed brain likely figuring that had to be Blitzo and the M&M duo having done their job. He responds that he’ll be here to check out the scene as soon as possible, a quick apology to Loona for this fuck and run, a least made the time and effort to leave the keys to the cuffs, but in a bit of oversight the keys were out of her reach. Much to her annoyance as she slumped against the wall, limbs numb from pleasure and pussy gushing with hot, creamy manjuice oozing down her furry thighs. Biting her lip as she shuddered in the afterglow of post orgasmic stupor, annoying as she spat realising she forgot to even ask his damn name.

A few thugs who were cutting a shortcut through his way of course happened to find Loona in her current tied state and step up to approach her. The normally in control and aggressive, temperamental especially at most times, finds herself feeling particularly annoyed with the obvious intentions of this pack of assholes who assumed she was a horny slutty furry or just some bitch in a sexy costume to take shameless advantage of. Like she was about to be out through some cliche hentai gangfuck scenario like in those trashy porn comics they’d sell in lust and thanks to the cuffs and muzzle, her options for self defence were limited second to none. Just what she needed, she has maybe the best fuck from a guy who’d just met her and now these pricks were going to up and taint it all for their cheap ass thrills because they couldn’t even afford a woman to look their way.

Thankfully, the thugs were quickly and swiftly dealt by the timely arrival of nine other Moxxie and Millie, who proceeded to cap the motherfuckers in a way they never even saw it coming. Loona in relief and gratitude soon as they uncuffed her and got the belt off of her muzzle, suddenly kisses Moxxie, but she tries to shrug it off like it was no big deal. The sweet possum of course decided turnabout is fair play and kisses Loona himself even grinding on her a bit, letting the hellhound feel his size. realizing he is far bigger than she ever thought or realised. Even mentally him comparing to the stud who rocked her a short time ago but was annoyingly too sore to pursue, he’d just been that good.

Sensually biting and licking her lips at the sudden make out between the Hellhound girl and her husband, Millie helped Loona get dressed soon as they finally broke their kiss apart before they all go back to hell. Giving her furry booty a quick slap as the lair decided not to ask Loona what exactly happened to her that got her in that state to begin with. They’d all had a long night, the job was done and Halloween would be finishing up soon so they had to haul ass back home. Loona reminding her she’d be making damn sure to get back at Moxxie for that kiss, shuddering at the distinct orgasmic tingle it had sent up along her spine and to her brain, wondering what a threesome between him and Krillin would be like….

Krillin in the meantime wasn’t sure what to make of the crime scene before him, on the one hand the victim wasn’t exactly someone anybody would actually miss. But supposedly the death was made or tried to be made to look like a suicide except no suicide by gunshot would see you riddled with more holes than Swiss cheese, to say nothing of the tail of wounded security and body guards who could only mumble about red possums and goats. It didn’t help that the security cameras and everything they ruled do the night got trashed so if this was the work of professionals? They were thorough if somewhat sloppy and reckless but Helluva piece of work for sure…

Krillin since that night hasn’t seen or heard from Loona since that Halloween night though on his OnlyZzFans page saw him get a few dms from someone called HellBitchMoon. Checking to find some messages from the Hellhound herself who’d no doubt found his work a Don Juan Sanchez and wasted no time in wanting to get intimately reacquainted with him. Her texts making it clear she felt she owed him payback for that hat little fuck and run, the sexy nude pictures she included captioned to remind him what to look forward to. The short king wondering just what he got himself into only for Zigzag to pop behind him, reading over his shoulder as she enquired who his new lady friend was.

Back in Hell on Loona’s side of things, she had since hooked up with Moxxie and Millie as a close, intimate friend with benefits and had found that the only fat the thespian imp had on him was the one he had been packing between his legs. Showing he was plenty on par with her rando cop stud and learning first hand one of the many reasons Millie had married the guy. Which certainly motivated and inspired a new standard in her tastes in men, more so once she came across Double Z studios and seen some of the handiwork of one Don Juan Sanchez. It didn’t matter if that wasn’t his real name or not, all she knew she for sure was, she was going to have that dick again, one way or another.

Oh right if you’re wondering what had happened with Blitzo that Halloween night, it hadn’t been too rough for him. Except for the fact some of their target’s protection platoon had shot him right in his asscheeks with a few rounds of hot lead. So he had to spend some time in one of the Sloth ring’s hospitals with his ass bandaged and plastered to heal up and repair much to his annoyance. He didn’t mind it uo the ass once a while but this was just ri-goddamn-diculous!!

(Not connected to A Little Moxxie Love, my 3 main fics are all based within their own respective universes with my particular spin on them. So any versions of chars from those respective series appearing in any crossovers are that particular universe's version)

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Filling an Empty Heart

Many have been the stories told in Satan City of strange and weird ti be found in some of its oldest parts, back when it’d been known as Orange Star City but chief among them was the tale of Annabelle the lust demon, who’d been been locked away in a cemetery trapped by a monster hunter for centuries. Most would’ve chalked it up as a cheesy urban legend, the sort of thing teenagers told at campfires or sleepovers and slumber parties snd parents to their kids as a sort of bogeyman but in this Halloween Night a lovely young couple woild prove thst to not be the case. Leave it to a pair of hormone addled horny teens to commit the classic horror movie sim by hiding in that very cemetery to make out and unknowingly break the seal and release the demonic woman from her long, solitary slumber.

Our naive foolish love birds of course, failing to notice the obvious red flags here, instead saw a strange woman who was looking awfully sick and tired, thinking she had been locked in as part of a cruel prank and went to help her. This proved to be a bad idea for you see folks, Annabelle here was a succubus had a rather dark hunting method which they found out via first hand experience as she reached into their chests and pulls out glowing red heart-shaped balls of energy before eating them, relishing a flavour only she could taste as her treats contained her victims’ memories of people and especially, particularly love and happiness. Feeding on those she regained her strength, the sensation of finally feeding once more after who knows how long a thrilling sensation but not yet enough to fill the void deep within her, at least not yet as she spread her tired wings and took flight to go into the city. It was but a mere handful of hours before she started to amass a sizeable body count, too busy binging to care of any attention this might send her way.

As more were falling victim in the city, we come to check on Krillin who was off trick or treating with his wife and daughter, the Chestnut family trio rocking a classic medieval fairy tale theme (him dressed as a paladin, 18 as a queen, and Marron as a pretty little princess), only for them to find Annabelle herself by accident in the midst of enjoying her latest conquest. Right then and there as they were in one another’s line of sight, the compact cop got a called from his commanding officer informing him that some woman was seen assaulting people throughout numerous locations Satan City, given her descriptions which the strange predatory creature before them fit to T. Krillin wasted no time in stepping up into defensive position, warning 18 and telling her to get Marron to safety to which she obliged and wished him the best of luck, of which he had a feeling he going to need plenty. And not the kind on par with the risk of death that had come from facing the likes of Frieza and Majin Buu, oh no…more the sort thst implied he was going to need an ice cold bath.

Annabelle:*Her current target forgotten as she had her eyes on Krillin licking her lips ravenously before declaring.* "A paladin my favorite!" *Driven by her gnawing hunger, she charged at him as he wasted no time in leading her on a chase through the nearby woods, getting somewhere isolated. Once there, they proceeded to clash before she got a lucky shot in, reaching into Krillin's chest pulling out a massive heart energy. She drooled as the sight the memories of all his friends, his wife, daughter, and various other women, beholding such love and happiness in absolute awe.*

Thankfully before she can take a bite, Krillin blasted her away which caused the glowing heart orb to make its way back to him, much to his relief. Before she could recover and lash out in retaliation for her sweet meal being interrupted, she was suddenly finding herself bound by wrappings. Which Krillin recognized as the bandages of Mr. Mummy, who revealed his presence stepping out from the shadows accompanied by none other than the little sister of Master Roshi, Fortuneteller Baba. The elderly seer explained she hadn’t just shown up out of coincidence, stating that she sensed something wrong and happened to have been nearby when Klown and explained how she came upon this situation.

Naturally it seemed only fair to Krillin to share what information he had as he caught Baba up to speed on the current set of circumstances. As this was happening, the bound up Annabelle suddenly began to break down into tears sobbing heavily, almost ugly crying, much to their befuddlement. Baba realised then what the reason was for this as she revealed that the unfortunate creature before them was a succubus, a demonic being of lust and desire who can in fact fall in love. When their heart is broken, however, it creates a void that is difficult to fill, leaving them with a gnawing hunger that drives them to binge and feed aimlessly and needlessly.

This woman no doubt went through such a thing and thus had to feed to cease her pain, futile as it seemed. Krillin, feeling sympathetic, had an idea that she wanted love, well then he’d give her some love. At least he hopes it will work but hey it wasn’t an easier gamble than a lot of the wild stunts Goku and Vegeta had pulled in their whole lifetime. Okay yeah sure she was a violent sex demon but she had circumstances, it wasn’t like she was some genocidal planet killer, right?!

Pulling out some dyno-caps as he found a particular one he was looking for, he clicked the button and threw it as the smoke popped to unveil a small trailer, something for traveling vacations or if 18 got in the mood. Which of course happened more times he could count or be willing to admit as he went and picked Annabelle up, carrying the still crying, confused succubus in there before laying her of the soft bed and kisses her. She reluctantly kisses back, and soon finds herself getting into it, wrapping her arms and around Krillin as her bindings became undone. Baba having had the Mumy undo them as the pair put a good bit of distance between them and the trailer, something told them they’d need to give Krillin some privacy as it was best to trust this unorthodox plan he had in mind.

Annebelle;”Well then, go ahead boy, see if you can heal my heart." *The heartbroken succubus taunted which made a contrast to the hazy love struck look in her eyes from making out with the compact stud as they’d stripped one another naked. What soon follows was a stream of loud swears and screams of pleasure, as the succubus is taken for the wildest ride of her life. The sound of the bed springs squeaking and the trailer's suspensions straining fills the night air as Annabelle howled out for more. Riding him cowgirl style in forward and reverse, and even trying to dominate him with the amazon position, but failing much to her rapturous delight.*

Annabelle:*The predatory lust fiend soon then found herself pinned and taken in a mating press as Krillin even takes It a step further using a ki technique to lock he arms to the wall, and pound her even deeper and harder as he had her face pressing against it.*"Come on baby, show me what you got! I know you got the stamina. Keep those creampies coming!" *It was pretty clear that Krillin’s plan was proving effective and then some, pink hearts glowing in her eyes as she found herself feeling so..utterly loved and in love for the first time since forever. After over a dozen rounds in different positions the bed breaks, and Krillin has her in missionary position on the floor as she is close to her limit.*"Do it baby! One more! Just one more! I LOVE IT! I LOVE IT DADDY! I LOVE YOU!!"*With that sexy declarative cry, she lets out a final orgasmic scream before she collapses into a heap of satisfaction as the warm afterglow took her, feeling truly fed and her void gone.*

The hazy light of dawn starting to shine in the windows as Krillin sat by the succubus catching his breath. With the job done, Baba finally entered the trailer, wincing at the smell, before grabbing the succubus with her telekinesis, saying she would look after her. It was at this point 18 arrived and inconspicuously dropped a card with their contact information onto Annabelle's person. She then pushed Krillin back into the trailer as Baba leaves and looks at him with a clear sensual hunger in her cool blue eyes, looking over him as she relished the scent and obvious sexy demolished state of their little love nest.

18:”Starting to feeling a little left out babe, you finished before i coild get here but hey….still want your halloween treat?”*Krillin certainly can't deny her when she was in the mood like this as the trailer starts shaking again. Hey there is a reason among many she married the guy and right now was among the top 5 to 3 in that list. The short king snd his cyborg lady love rocking the casbah as they made uo for some lost time and 18 relished the juicy details of her man’ latest sexual conquest. When that trailer was a rocking, don’t come knocking…..*

Moxxie and IMP had hired to put down three particularly nasty toons, the infamous Warner siblings, by the deceased WB CEO Mr. Thaddeus Plotz, having died as a result of a stroke brought about from stress by the toons. Now given the chaotic nature of the trio, understandably our resident possum was somewhat hesitant to take the job but after some coaxing, including the offer of one very big fat payday for when the deed was done, all 3 went to work. Moxxie, being the one among them with the best track record for these sort of targets, came up with a plan to rig the iconic WB water tower to blow, as it was the only place where the Warners ever seemed to let their guard down. After some thinking, they opted to go for it as it was better than just winging it so they wasted no time sneaking around the studio lot getting the necessary gear to make it look like a gas explosion, as something like C4 would bring too much suspicion.

So far so good as the mistfit hitman trio got to work settingup their bomb plan though Moxxie was almost accidentally caught by Ralph the security guard after he stepped on his tail while on his evening patrol rounds. As it was in progress and process of being set up, the thespian couldn't help but overhear an argument in the CEO office, no doubt the new person in charge was having quite a hassle of a conversation on the phone as it seemed a few people were handing in their resignations, quitting left and right out of refusing to deal with the Warner's zaniness, naturally. Looking in the office, Moxxie saw the aforementioned new boss, one Rita Nora Rita, currently doing yoga in an attempt to work the stress off, especially after what had to be quite a series of hectic calls. It was quite the distracting sight to say the very least with that biodynamic on display as it bent, flexed and posed to keep limber and flexible especially when that quite juicy booty throated to push those shorts to their limits…

Such was the sight that the imp accidentally pushed the door open due to his subconscious desire to want to see more, his sudden presence and intrusion naturally getting Rita’s attention as she turned to face him and and asked who he was and what he wanted especially at this time of the night. Moxxie, seeing the others still working on the water tower through the window, knew he had to distract her as he started by stating that he was with the pest extermination company. This got the snarky CEO bemoaning that it took so long for them to get here as she has been waiting for them to get rid of the rat problem in the horror movie sets, the freckled imp sighing in relief that his excuse had some truth to work with as he tried to keep her distracted through Rita seemed to think he was flirting with her and checking her out, trying to get a peak down her top or a good view of her butt in her workout outfit. Which wasn’t all to far from truth as she called him out for his lack of initiative or a spine to Moxxie responded that a cold fish like her probably wouldn't even know wha to do with a man.

That little verbal jab of course, set her off big time with her and the imp going right into a back and forth of snark, quips, putdowns and insults before Moxxie, getting desperate, suddenly gave her a big cartoony kiss. Which stunned the business woman for a brief moment before she soon told the imp to get the window as she locked the door and he closed the blinds she then proceeded to unleash all the stress she's had on her fron the last few weeks, leaping onto Moxxie and going wild. As she was pinning the now naked imp to her desk and riding him like a stallion, she mentally bemoaned her job and how certain toons just seriously drove her nuts and how they lost a good amount of actors and actresses in the midst of shoots and filming because the Warner's can't keep themselves under control. Before the imp really began to let her have it as the CEO soon found her world being rocked, deep and oh so damn hard!!

To think, here she was practically playing out a porn scene in her own office, now naked save for her sneakers and socks, hair becoming messaed up from its immaculate style as she was bent over and taken like a bitch in heat. Her hot little latino booty cheeks clapping and jiggling like lewd drums with every impact of that jackammering pelvis, sending surges of pleasure tingling along her spine and right to her brain. Inches of his length and girth sinking balls deep into battering her womb and hitting a whole alphabet of spots ensuring her own toys or hands would never suffice anymore and he hadn't even cum yet!! All the while Millie and Blitz had soon finished setting up and soon got to detonating the explosives, set to watch the fireworks as they made history in infamy of Moxxie's further growing reputation as an infamous toon assassin.....

Moxxie was soon finished up with Rita at that very moment, the final orgasm happening just in time for the water tower to explode but Rita unable to hear it due to the heavy record of orgasms she had endured having drowned her brain in ecstasy and bliss. Leaving the timp to peek out the curtain and see the job was done before he departed after gives the CEO a kiss goodbye and soon slipped out of the office via an air vent and head out to meet back up with Blitzo and Millie so they could haul ass back to Hell, Meanwhile, Rita would soon regain consciousness as she was dressing back up in a d adjusting her clothes, muttering, "What a man" only to be cut off by knocking on the door as she went to go answer it, which would lead to her hearing of the water tower'ss explosion. Suffice to say, the entertainment news media was going to be having quite a field day not seen since the day someone had managed to off Slappy the Squirrel!!

While it was deemed a gas explosion according to news outlets, the forsenics CSI teams did find what they identified as claw marks on the pipes nearby. Leading investigators to now believe the deaths of Minerva, Slappy and now the Warners had to be connected which meant that someone or somebody was declaring open season on toons. Meanwhile in Hell, the Warners were in deep trouble, as they were cornered by Thaddeus Plots, who happened to be working with the Vees. Hell is what you make of it and for the former CEO, he was going to make the most of it for what the three little trolls put him through, believe you me.....

As for IMP, well Blitzo surprisinly stayed conservative with his payday, opting instead to take Stolas out on a fancy date in the Lust ring. Go figure he somehow decided not to waste it on some weird horse shit and as for Moxxie? Well besides enjoying some quality time with his ladies, you can bet his services as the Toon Assassin were now about to be in big time demand. After all, you don't manage to get one over on the Warners and not get a major rep boost.....

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Bunny Bonanza

A new job lays in front of IMP, but they were reluctant to accept it and with good reason mind you since the target in question was the rascally rabbit himself: Bugs Bunny. Now on the one hand, the amount the client was willing to pay would keep IMP in the black for years but on the other, the problem was winding up on Bugs’ bad side, the toon was legendary for holding a grudge. Moxxie, being the resident toon assassin expert, opted to go in alone but he doesn't guarantee he can do the job. All the same, he soon found himself successfully infiltrating the rabbit’s private home, only to find he wasn’t alone in the place, spying two familiar female rabbits tanning by the pool.

Though it didn't seem they noticed or realized that they had an intruder on the premises, the imp breathed a sigh of relief while doing his best not to be distracted by the view of them in those quite sexy swimsuits as he continued on sneaking inside and managed to finds Bugs bedroom. Finding it unlocked, he stepped on inside hoping to set up a trap in case the rascally rabbit wasn't inside sleeping (which would afford him the luxury of the old pillow smother silencer killshot trick), only to find a single, simple note on the mattress written to "surprise guest". Picking it up only to find that it reads one word; Sucker before an airhorn suddenly sounded off. Realising this had to be a trap, the imp made moves to scramble and get as far the hell away from whatever the damn rabbit had set up, going through a typical cartoon door to door chase ala classic Scooby Doo before he somehow found himself getting corralled into a room with...a king sized heartshaped bed covered in rose petals and surrounded by some well placed scented candles.....which was some red flags for the imp if there ever were any....

Those flags became alarms as the two pool bunnies he now recognised as none other than Patricia and Lola bunny burst into the room, the latter stating the this must be Bugs; surprise.

Patricia:"Not exactly the stud we were expecting but if he can cure our heat? I'm more than happy to have some male company while our boys are away."*It was in that moment that sentence finished that Moxxie realised just how thoroughly Bugs screwed him over and set him up. More so as he saw the glow of lust in their eyes as the sexy rabbit babes stripped off their swimsuits and revealed their naked, furry forms. He'd give the rascally rabbit this, far as dupes go, this was one that'd make even Ozzie blush.....*

As our favourite little imp was still digesting the fact he'd been duped, he was then grabbed by the mother daughter duo and pinned to the bed. Wherein they wasted no time in stripping him naked and if they weren't horny enough before? Well the sight of that big red demon dick of his only made their libidos skyrocket as they took to enjoying his length and girth like the meaty carrot stick it was, licking and kissing it all over before proceeding to a tandem blowjob.

Moxxie then soon began endure handling the heat of the two toon rabbits for several days, or what felt like it and of course, fate being the comedic bitch she was, his attempt to please them only made it worse. Every and any orgasm he gave them made them only want him more, it was like those stories he'd hear abou how even Incubi tended to steer clear and avoid any hellbunnies, those gals were vicious little nymphos when they were in heat!! The fact Lola had such a tight form from her athleticism and Patricia was such a big juicy MILF of a woman certainly wasn't helping matters for the imp, be it drowning in their juices as they sat on his face or bruising his pelvis as they rode and bounced on his meat. Yet all the same he couldn't help but thank and curse Bugs all at once for setting him up like this, that damn troll!!

It was pointless to keep track of time as much as it was to keep count of the orgasms they had, all that could be comprehended was the feel of his length and girth plunging into their warm, wet mouths and the vice like grip of their pussies welcoming his jackhammering cock into their embrace. The feel of Lola's flexible body as he hammered in a mating press or took her doggy style to the jiggling, clapping thunderbuns of Patricia's ass as she welcomed his pounding pelvis working away. Just when it seemed like they'd finally lose consciousness, the sensation of him cumming inside of them, flooding their wombs or mouths seemed to only fuel their lust further. More so knowing that cock of his was nowhere near done yet and wanting this gigolo to work his demonic magic on them, Moxxie knew for sure, it was going to be a marathon.....and had only just begun to fuck....

As the girls were having their fun, we come to find Bugs lounging on a beach somewhere with Patricia's husband Walter, who remarked that he felt rather bad having to leave someone to deal with the girls. While Bugs responded the last time they went at it with the girl in a simultaneous heat, they'd wound up the hospital. Besides which, he reassured, the guy handling the matter was a professional he was sure would be...very thankful. Thinking to himself that it helped kill 2 birds with one stone, hey you don't be around as long as he has and not expect anyone with a grudge to be out for your blood after all...especially if this was the same guy who offed Slappy, Minerva and the Warners.

Moxxie had eventually managed to come out on top, though sore and drained. Heading home, using a broomstick as a makeshift crutch as he limped out of the room, having been paid by Lola and Patricia for his service. He figured at least Blitzo would accept such a generous donation in lieu of the original contract, after all it was at least twice if not 5 or 10 times what they'd been promised.....and hey, comapred to what most got from Bugs when crossing him, this was purgatory....

Bugs:*Looks at the camera,tilting his shades and winks like any good Looney Tunes fadeout.*"Ain't I a stinker?"

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Skunk Funk

We come to find Moxxie on his own for this latest job for IMP, his most recent Toon based hit against nne other Pepe LePew, put out by an old writer, who blamed the skunk for his career going down the toilet thanks in part to the French flirt's womanizing antics when it came to the opposite sex. Hiding in a neighbouring hotel room, which of course Mr.Sketch had done him a solid of booking him a quality suite, just right across from Pepe's own penthouse next door which gave him just the view he needed to make a good shot. Steadying his fully prepped rifle as he took aim and fired, but a slight miscalculation was revealed via the mirror shattering, revealing he’d hit the male skunk's reflection by mistake. A second shot took the shocked skunk down as he didn’t hesitate to fix screw but the cops had suddenly arrived at cartoonish speeds within seconds, no doubt someone had made a 911 call having witnesses Pepe’s demise…

Thankfully, Moxxie had an escape plan in mind, figures his reputation as the infamous toon assassin would send trouble his way, as he ran off and jumped down through an escape route involving the vents and the fire escape. Making sure to leave fake footprints around in a different direction, Thank you Slappy, he quipped mentally, for teaching him how to do some toon tricks, handy to have in case of a situation like this. Then came the next phase of his plan as he landed in a costume shop and put on a skunk costume, complete with mask and jacket then grabbed some cologne labelled "Skunk Funk" which he sprayed on suit for extra effectiveness. It worked soon as he stepped out of the establishment with many a patron, gambler, staff, member, tourist and officer alike quickly running from the smell, thankfully it didn’t bother the imp himself much as he’d smelt worse, especially in the Greed Ring with the place constantly reeking with odours like burning bodies and burnt rubber.

But of course fate and her sense of humour were as quirky as ever for in the midst of his attempted escape via his clever and effective disguise, he passed by a cafe where Bimbette and Fife Le Fume happened to be and were arguing with one another. The skunk girl duo had been rivals ever since Fifi entered college and were always looking to settle over who exactly between them was better, sexier, more desirable, etc. Just as Moxxie walked past them,however, they get a whiff of his Skunk Funk tainted self given how skunks stink when they are in love, they naturally thought the imp had the hots for them. It was no small wonder Moxxie knew he was in danger as he scrambled to runs away from the now down to fuck duo who of course thought he was playing around with them, at his began, poetically ironic, a Pepe le pew style chase, that naturally, given how this spicy story goes because of course, ended with the girls cornering snd trapping Moxxie in a nearby no tell motel.

The girls were of course smiling plafyully as their tails wafted sensually, unleashing their distinct scents which the imp was picking up as smelling quite sweet and strong with pheremones. Which of course had the intended effect of making Moxxie fall for them in lust and proceed to go nuts taking the two skunks on a wild ride all night long to Satisfaction Avenue in Bonetown and then. Much to the enjoyment and annoyance of their fellow patrons in the motel who knew for sure they weren't getting any peace and quiet let alone sleep. Because christ on a stick were they being loud, I tell you what!!

But really, who could blame those two who were so horny that they didn’t seem to mind or care that Moxxie wasn’t actually a skunk, not when his cock was so damn good!! The taste and feel of his length and girth in their mouths a delightful sensation of flavours on their tongue as he facefucked them but of course that had nothing inon the thrill of the penetration. The skunk babe duo’s rivalry forgotten about in favour of relishing inchesmif red hot imp cock pumping snd thrusting into their snatches in way no mere boys like Johnny what’s his face could ever dare compare. Moxxie himself couldn’t really complain but of course chalk that up to the pheromone causing havoc with his brain in a way he hasn’t felt since his first time with Millie…..

From taking Fifi or Bimbette doggy style or missionary as she ate the other girl out to one of them riding him cowgirl style as the other sat in his face and they made out. To Fifi finding herself pinned up against the wall, arms and legs wrapped around the imp as he hammered away while they kissed and made out and Bimbette feeling like she’d died and gone to heaven as Moxxie plowed her prone bone on the bed. Their silky violet and pink fur becoming wet and sticky with sweat and his manly seed marking is territory upon them as he made it crystal clew there was no competition, they were both hot and sexy as all fuck. The motel room filled with the intoxicating fog of their pheromones embodying the overwhelming lust energy as they made sweet hot fuck all day and night long….

Moxxie, miraculously, was still able to move as he got dressed and made this exit before they woke up, but not before leaving behind a nice note thanking them for a memorable time, along with a phone number. The duo snuggling together sweetly as he planted simple kisses in their cheeks and opened up himself up a portal back home, planning to shower first chance he got. No way was he taking chances that Fifi and Bimbette’s scents weren’t going to have an effect on any woman who smelled it. Especially when Millie and Verosika alone were already so kinky and horny by nature…

As Fifi and Bimbette dreamt sweet dreams of their imp lover boy and future liaisons together, the news running wild once again with headlines about the notorious Toon Assassin striking once again. Not that many were going to miss or mourn Pepe, mind you but the paparazzi were having themselves a field day and social media was abuzz with the trending hashtag, who was this myterious killer? What was their motive or purpose beyond possibly money or revenge?!! And where and who would be next?!!

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Bad News Bear?!

The Toon celebrity scene had been finding itself tense and on high alert these days and it wasn't just because of the ever fragile nature of social media, fickle public opinion and that one bad move or wrong word, any accusations, true or false especially, could see their career ended via cancel culture. No sir seems someone or something out there was calling it open season and having hits put out on certain toons, oh sure not any or everyone was a target or suspect but some who had a history of grudges knew their days had to be numbered and so these days it wasn't surprising to find some of them went out their way to hire personal security or bodyguard teams to watch out for them around the clock. Or the local law enforcement and feds just went out their way to do so especially if they felt the client in question was considered a pending possible next target of choice. Which is why we come to find ourselves at the luxury apartment of TMTV talkshow host, Julie Bruin, who was honestly just so done with all this....

Honestly, security and protection was one thing but somedays she felt less like the President of the United States and more like some high profile prison inmate and it was a wonder she felt like she had any sort of sense of privacy anymore. She couldn't so much as go out grocery shopping or browse at the fashion boutiques of a mall unless had a baker's dozen worth of men in black practically stalking her, at least they let her be when it came to using the restroom or having a bath or shower. Being a celebrity was exhausting enough without having to deal with whacko fans or privacy invading paparazzi but ever since Slappy and Minerva went 8 miles far out and 6 feet deep under, it's like the world went topsy turvy. Oh and she can't forget the fact she hadn't gotten laid in like...for goddamn ever and how can she even watch a porno without the damn suits likely ready to barge in thinking she screaming bloody murder as she tried to get her rocks off?!!

Never let it be said thst fate didn’t have a quirk sense of humour of course for at that moment, her security team were currently preoccupied with a bizarre little matter. Namely an mainly the fact that IMP were trespassing on the premises making their getaway after a non-toon related hit was pulled off and Blitz just had to pick a fight with some of the guard dogs. Don’t ask how or why but one moment they were sneaky enough that ninjas made more noise I’m co parison, the next Blitz found of the Doberman humping him so of course he took that personally which is why we now had a clusterfuck happening. The security team thinking they were the Toon Killer here to off Julie while IMP were having to split and go in the defensive with Moxxie finding himself pinned down then rooftop before he soon went and crashed right into Julie’s apartment…right into her bathroom as she was having herself a relaxing bubble bath!!

Now having some horned possum man in a suit and bow tie suddenly crashland into her bathtub would've been enough to send Julie into hysterics, scrambling to call for her security team and panic. But wouldn't you know it, Moxxie landed in such a way that his lips wound up planting a kiss on hers and that was enough to break the floodgates of her pent up libido and cause her to start making out with what had to God's answers to her prayers. Making out with the confused little imp before the bathroom was soon being filled with the distinct primal sounds as they made sweet, hot fuck with her bodyguards none the wiser due to all the ruckus going on outside. Which was to be expected when you had Millie being a one woman wrecking crew and Blitz being a full-on looney toon.....ironically...

Indeed it was enough to help drown out the volume of Julie's howling cries of wanton lust and passion from the absolute ecstasy and pleasure she was feeling right now. The water in her tub splashing about as Moxxie rocked her world, plunging and sinking inches of his big red imp cock balls deep into her and putting any and all prior lover boys rightfully to shame. But ooh of course he really knew how to use his mouth and hands too, she never knew French kissing could be so damn overwhelming and oooh the feel of those little palms and digits on her tits and ass was sensually electric!! Orgasm after orgasm hitting her so fast that she couldn't even keep count and yet this stamina machine hadn't popped like a champagne bottle, had God answered her prayers?!!

If so, she was going to be showing her thanks big time but right now was all about letting her little lover boy have his wicked way with her as the bear babe and the imp soon took it to her bedroom. Cracks forming in the walls and the ceiling as they made that kingsized bed shake and the mattress springs creak from how hard and fast they were fucking. The ursine hottie biting and gripping the sheets so hard that they were being torn to shreds, her furry botty cheeks clapping and jiggling from the impact of the imp's jackhammering pelvis as they fucked to their heart's content. Mating press, cowgirl, doggy style, prone bone, you name it, they did it as Moxxie utilized his experience and arsenal in the art of pleasuring a woman, not normally one to rush but given the heat of the moment, time was of the urgent essence!!

When Moxxie finally came of course, it proved to finally be too much for a first timer like Julie compared to many of his more intimate acquaintances who got it on the regular. The talk show stunner passing out with a dreamy smile on her face as she laid in the remains of her sweat and juice soaked bed, not a moment too soon as Millie barged in through the door and grabbed her man while he had finished picking up his clothes and hauled ass back to outside. Where the area around the apartment complex looked like a warzone in a way that'd make the average LA riot look like a bunch of bratty kindergartners having a tantrum as the IMP trio made their well overdue escape, the deed finally done. Though Blitzo was puzzled as to how and why it seemed like Moxxie was in the midst of getting dressed....

As for Julie, well she dreamt sweet dreams of her little lover boy all through the night, unaware of the mayhem which had transpired but of course her bodyguard team was going to be as confused as all Hell. Seriously did the Toon Assassin make his move while they were busy getting their asses handed to them? And was he not just a killer for hire but some sort of hitman Gigolo who aimed to kill women with pleasure?! They had so many questions!!!

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Goth Bunny?!!

Some days Moxxie can be thankful that Blitz wasn’t so gung-ho about seeing a contract through to its end because that damn rabbit could be a pain to deal with. And not just because of the fact he somehow tricked Moxxie into a thread with Lola and her mom…..while they were in heat, it was like encountering a Hell-bun when she was on the prowl for some dick!! Chalk that up to the fact the former circus clown was easing up because for once in his whole fucking life he was actually trying to be in a committed relationship but all the same, the freckled possum needed a drink. Lucky of course that a shift at Skullfuck had concluded with Mr.Sketch looking to treat any and all takers to a night out on the town at a favourite bar of his in the living world.

It was one of those sort of old school arcade type places, plenty of drinking and food available and a sizeable range of games to play, Mr.Sketch was just the sort of guy who knew what he liked and enjoyed outside of his passion for making quality smut of course. Which was just fine for Moxxie as he sat at the bar counter, steadily knocking back shots, all on his skullfaced boss' tab and the odd freebie thanks to the fact the imp was currently rocking his Moxxine get-up. He figured it was easier than just changing out of it back in his usual suit and bowtie ensemble as their latest shoot had involved one of Skullfuck's most popular kinks, LGD, plus admittedly it was always a good boost to his self-esteem making even the most hetero girl or guy question their own sexuality and level of curiosity with the riht sort of wink and smile sent their way. Really helped forget all about the hassle with that damn toon...speaking of bunnies though, seemed there was one lagomorph goth who was giving what had be a look that screamed down to fuck...

So of course, naturally Moxxie's flirting game was on as he had the bartender send a drink the pretty goth-bun's way, letting her know it came compliments of him...or rather let her think the imp was a her of course. Hey get enough liquor in Moxxie and he could be quite the kinky little troll especially when it came to playing up being Moxxine and he had a track record which proved it worked as little miss goth and sexy sent her a little toasting gesture thanking him for the drink. In no time at all he soon had this goth bunny sitting next to him making some small talk with him as they shard some drinks together and ooh was she proving very receptive to his advances. Enough so that Moxxie had a feeling he’d soon have this hottie somewhere nice, cozy and private for them to enjoy a little quality time together…

That time much sooner to the Imp's relief as he made out with this hottie, his horny state of mind being such that he felt he didn't need to know her her name, just that she was hot, sexy and oh so down to fuck. The pair's lips locked as they entered the private rooms the club had for such need of privacy whenever things got too intimate on the dance floor and at the bar as the nameless yet oh so fine cottontail kissed her way down along Moxxine's torso. Squatting down and grasping the waistband of her pants as she pulled them down, boxers and all to find a nice big red imp land on her face with a meaty smack. Seems she wasn’t offended in the slightest to find the cute girl she’d been flirting with was a trap, if anything it turned her on all the more as she began to give a blowjob and handjob to Moxxie within seconds, showing how down to fuck she truly was….

After quite the intense little facefuck for some foreplay of course, Moxxie soon had this goth hottie on the bed facedown and ass up in the air as he took her to Satisfaction Avenue in Bonetown via the Moxxx XXXpress. He wasn't sure why she seemed to mainly want just anal but didn't mean he wasn't for it of course as he sunk and plunged inches of his length and girth balls deep into that tight pretty little cottontail booty. He wasn't sure why but for some reason he was feeling some majorly deep satisfaction from fucking this rando goth bunny, akin to hatefucking some bitch who'd crossed him one time too many or that sweet bliss the first time he'd done it with Loona, getting some payback especially for all those cracks and jokes about his supposed weight problem. Whatever the reason, this pretty little minx really knew how to moan and press his buttons, even calling him Daddy for good measure.....

So of course it just made Moxxie want to fuck her all the more, our fave little possum unaware of course that the reason for his sense of sweet revenge might've had to do with the fact that his little lady friend was a trap. As in dropped a Bridgette on him because if it wasn't for the view of "her" backside, he'd notice the distinct bulge that was pitching a tent in the shorts and the heavy thick cream oozing in a flood of excess. But of course that could easily be chalked up overflow he was building up as he made those cheeks clap and this naughty little bunny scream over and over. Making the bed shake so hard and the springs creak that even with the room's walls being soundproof, the attendees and partygoers in the club could feel the heavy thuds...which naturally got quite a few of the hotties in it feeling so damn wet right about now....

When it was all said and done, Moxxie exited the room, giving the goth bunny a slap on the ass as he left them high and not so dry, ass up in the air and the bed a total mess. Humming to himself as he closed the door behind him, catching quite a few patrons and club staff off guard because hot damn, if he wasn't looking so pretty in the Moxxine get up before, he was practically glowing!! Radiating a sensual confidence as he felt damn good, like so damn Bitchin' that he could either take on the world or bang over a hundred women for a one guy multiple ladies gangbang if Mr.Sketch wanted!! Now there was an idea to run by his boss, he had to tell him while it was still fresh in his mind....

Since that fateful encounter and with each and every occassion her cousins had their turn (and paid her very generously to boot, Vera especially, suprisingly),Joy has been going over the spell that allowed her to live out her greatest fantasy. She longed for more and more of her imp master, so many restless, sleepless nights bordering on insomnia knowing all too well she'd simply wake up cumming from her reoccuring wet dreams. Oh sure it wasn't any problem to use the ritual again whenever she wanted, even aside from times when the other girls wanted for using it themselves, seriously Vera seemed to take a shine as much as she had to that sweet little stud possum Especially after what went down with Vanna and Verity recently, that seemed to really motivate the cinnamon roll but Joy herself, personally she just felt that...maybe, the spell could be improved with one or two minor adjustments, just enough to truly ensure she got the most out of it.

That night had been amazing but as much she could’ve had herself any and every occasion she would have to time to call him up, she hadn’t yet as personally she felt it could be even better if it could last longer and something told her that she was going to need more than a bigger candle. It seemed Satan, Lucifer or whoever had heard her lustful prayers of course as she had soon found contact someone online who also had her own encounter with the imp, GothPiggySlayer2K (aka notorious gaming streamer, Gaz Membrane), who had used the same ritual as her .The pair had come across one another on a message board and started to bond via private back and forth chat dms and emails, sharing the juicy details (video included) of their erotic Moxxie sessions which even saw then establishing a forum and discord channel solely dedicated to the Ritual that made it possible. With members to follow only of course pending exclusive approval, aiming to spread this little happymaker like a sexual chainletter, after all there was no way this woildnt catch in if it hadn’t already.

But digression aside Gaz agreed that she wanted it to last just a little more longer, so many sleepless nights riding the phantom sensations lingering from Moxxie’s cock. So of course the Satanic and ever sadomasochistic Herron met up with the gamer girl at her place and got right to work trying to figure out a solution to their mutual problem and after some experiments, they finally found a way to do so. Using the same wax as the candles to make an electric candle, so long as the candle is powered the ritual will still go, at least in theory so there was one only way to know for sure that it could work in practice. So Gaz and Joy made the necessary preparations and set up the Ritual per the usual way before they soon summoned Moxxie, the new electric candle in effect as the Herron Goth pounce embracing and kissing her imp master lovingly and eager to have her fun.

Moxxie meanwhile understandably briefly panicked when he sees it’s none other than Joy but takes a quick breath to calm himself down, knowing he has improved his stamina since last time. To say the least given how many times he’d been with some of her relatives between now and their first time time together as the goth Herron stripped and assumed a pose on her hands and knees. Presenting herself as she looked over her shoulder then asked Moxxie to command her, eager to be his submissive little plaything which made the imp feel little uncomfortable as he always felt sex and pleasure should be two fold but even Gaz wants to see Moxxie take charge. The gamer girl making her presence known as she looked eager to see him take charge as much as she was down to fuck, the imp deciding to relent and oblige them as he sets up his phone to record, knowing Millie will want to see this before he then took leash and collar to both goth girls and started to give orders to them.

This whole thing naturally soon lead to Moxxie becoming more comfy taking control before he got down to the wild parts, starting off by placing a now equally nude Gaz on the ground and railing her as Joy sat on her face to then stinging the demonic Herron up by the ceiling and railing her from behind as the membrane babe rested nearby. To the two bustsy, thicc goths trapping Moxxie in Marshmallow Heaven as he is wrapped in their large melons or having Gaz smother him with her juicy gamer girl booty cheeks, sensually biting her lip as she thought of doing the same at times to her brother. Gaz could barely keep up at first with both of their staminas and a times almost found herself passed out on the floor bet her thirst and desire to be close and intimate with imp motivated and riled her up, hugging him from behind as she kissed and made out with Moxxie while head hammering away at Joy doggy style. With her hands cuffed to the posts of the bed while his own were playing with her piercings or tugging on her leash, choking her much to her twisted delight and arousal as he called her all kinds of demeaning names.

While she was riding the pleasure and pain train to satisfaction avenue in Bonetown, Joy couldn’t help but feel her twisted, kinky vision play out in her warped mind of her family life with their imp daddy as their king bull daddy of the household. Her Aunts Jane and Veronica with cousin Jen as the on hand sex pets set to be his personal cock onhaoles, Jacqui cam girl and cosplay aficionado and Jena the short stacked spoiled brat as his loyal little moneymakers, ready to fill his bank accounts and have their wombs loaded with his demonic seed. Vanessa and Valentina the creepy twins, the long legged Amazon Vivian and Vera fully booty dreamer alongside her as his devoted brides of darkness, willing to offer their souls bare as many children for him as great aunt Vanna. To think Hell would gift them with such a stud after the sole remaining Herron man not in prison up and left, too scared of his heritage and the responsibility which came with it but his loss was their lord and master Moxxie’s gain.

After one final, orgasm Joy finally loses consciousness which left Gaz the sheer rapture of having some one on one time with the imp who proceed to give her a similar mind shattering climax. Carefully placing the now comatose and blissfully smiling goth babes side by side and tucking them in, he was puzzled and wondering why he wasn't back in hell yet as it felt like he’d been here longer than Ritual candle woild usually last on average. As he went to get his phone, Gaz secretly reached for the electric candle, switching it off just as he got his cell and his clothes before he was back in Hell, sweet Hell. The gamer girl smiling at a successful experiment and dreaming alongside joy sweet sexy dreams of their imp dsddy…snd the future fun to come

Later on Joy woulc check that the secret livestream she’d sent of the sessions to her family members went as successful as the candle experiment, with a certain select few now wanting Moxxie for themselves more so particularly a certainly bootylicious cinnamon roll. Meanwhile Millie would take a copy of the recording he made and sent it to Mr. Sketch who sees potential in the ladies, especially Joy as he checked a file he’d compiled on her and her family. The flaming skullheaded enigma narrowed his eyes as he’d recalled one time he’d scouted Jon Herron…then decided to drop it because the guy got on his nerves, talk about wasted potential.

However his ever capable personal assistant Daria dropped quite a bombshell when she came along and brought him a book of records and files from Hell’s archives and handed it to him. Seems there was something of peculiar interest in regards to the Herron family and even the Kites by proxy as he accepted and read the pages of interest. If he had a jaw in this form, it’d be dropping at what he was reading as it proved to really put the nature of those women into context. Reaching for his phone as he dialled and waited for it to be answered, greeted by the voice of a certain king of Lust.

Mr.Sketch:”Ozzie hey there so….let me just say….WHAT,THE,FUCK?!!”

On earth in no time at all, Gaz and Joy’s private forum and discord would gain major steam and following as like minded goth girls flocked to it or brought in friends who if they hadn’t used the Ritual before hand? It’d be their rite of passage as an initiation test and became unofficially known as the Online Cult of the Red Possum with its ranks including the very person who’d discovered and started spreading the summoning ritual online to begin with. But that was a story for another time among a few others of course and believe you me, it’s a doozy. And the Cult wouldn’t be solely online for long as it’s unofficial wings would soon spread offline in no time.

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Off Script

We find ourselves facing the opening view of a camera recording live, giving us a shot of what seemed like a typical office, the sort befitting a high ranking class executive. The likely owner a titanic violet furred demon catwoman sitting comfy like a queen on her throne with her form barely contained by a stylish suit as she enjoyed the high quality view. Idly swishing her scotch glass in the grasp of her clawed, immaculately manicured hands as she seemed to be awaiting for someone to arrive sooner rather than later. This hellcat is known as Brittany and as one can tell from her body language, she was always on top and always ready to let other people know about it, if not remind them about that fact.

An intercom on her mahogany desk buzzed before she pressed the button to allow her secretary to speak, a meek voice informing her that the intern had arrived per her request or rather demand. The feline diva grinning a fang baring grin as she responded to send him in and prepared to grace this insignificant bug with a chunk of her time and attention, turning her chair around to greet him as he entered. Revealing to viewers that the unlucky sap she was looking ready to toy with was none other than Moxxie who understandably looked like he was walking the Green Mile, making it clear in his own body language that he was aware enough of his employer's reputation to know he was doomed. Standing stiff as a board but shaking enough to show he was plenty nervous as he awaited the beast's sure to be acidic verbal tirade.

Brittany:"Consider yourself lucky to be here, hell if anything you're blessed to even step foot in MY office but just to remind you what's going to happen here. I'm going to break you, little man and you can rest assured I'll savour each moment of it when it comes to a wretched little nobody like you."*The she-hemoth taunted, seduction and confidence to the point of arrogance in her tone as she shifted her legs ala Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct except she was flashing and showing off her black lace thong. Sneering and smirking at the poor little horned possum as he did his best to shift his eyes away yet knew he dare not make it look like he was avoiding her eye contact. The Hellcat executive feeling her ego boosted and stroked as she took a swig of her scotch before resuming her rundown to the intimidated imp.*"You're not here because I think you have potential but because you can be some of amusement to me, so don't go thinking just because you can vainly try to claw your way between my thighs that you can earn yourself a full-time contract here little man. You're here to ease my boredom and it takes something more practical to make me feel anything but that....but first thing's first...."* She stuck out one of her long, powerful legs as she dangled and dropped off her sharp, onyx pitch black high heeled shoe to expose her stocking clad foot.*"Rub my feet and massage my leg...do a good enough job and you can get to literally kissing my ass if that's all you're good for......"

Moxxie was clearly no stranger to being in the presence of and pushed around by women bigger and stronger than him his character giving off the vibe that made it known he was damned if he did or didn't. Stand up for himself and the boss lady would have his ass thrown out or do as he was told and do it right or he'd lose any shot or chance of getting a fulltime paying job here. So he accepted his fate and got to work massaging her feet, the she-devil purring as she had to admit he had some pretty decent technique compared to even the finest spas she'd attended in her idle downtime. Her sadistic glee only growing as he then planted kisses before making his way along her calves and shins to her juicy hips and thighs, tempting him with what laid between the latter.

Yet if Britannia had to say, to this puny little intern imp’s credit, he knew his place but damn he was actually getting kind of wet as she found herself spreading her legs before she knew it. Soon filling her office with deep thrusted moans and growls as grasped those horns, pushing and pressing him deeper against her thin clad snatch to feel thst gifted tongue work it secret magic. Raw ecstasy and bliss running through her massive frame with her clothes soon flying off of her as it was feeling way too damn not all of a sudden. And the little imp with the magic tongue was way too overdressed in her opinion.

The next thing she knows, she was back flat on her desk howling her head off in wanton orgasmic abandon and naked save for her stockings as Moxxie had her pinned down in a mating press. Her violet furred asscheeks clapping as those heavy balls of his smacked against them, inches of his length and girth sliding and plowing into the embrace of her sloppy, horny snatch. Her face and tone of voice a total 180 from the domineering sadist moments prior now little more than a bitch in heat as she hollered for the imp to fuck her deeper and harder. The camera picking up the visible sign of glowing pink hearts in her eyes and the expression on her face that just screamed ahegao.

It was becoming quite the spectacle with Brittany little more than a bitch in heat, allowing Moxxie to assert total control over her as he turned her office into his personal porno playground. From taking her from behind as she was pressed up against the window, her tits rubbing against the cool glass to going into a downward dog. Urging him to slap her ass before her arms and legs gave out and she was soon frontflat on the floor getting it prone bone, ass jiggling eith every impact of his pumping pelvis. Th pair showing no signs of slowing down in the slightest in this marathon of primal lust, lost in their own world snd forgetting set crew watching and shooting on this as it played out before them. The Enigmatic SFP head honcho, Mr.Sketch himself, simply sat in his director's chair, watching the stunning display before him along with the rest of the production crew on set. Who all looked in awe and befuddlement, the female members of staff particulary with lust, at the sight of Brittany of all people getting completely dominated like this. To say it was a rare feat was an understatement, this had seriously never even happened before now and yet here it was being captured on film. The flaming skullheaded bossman's personal assistant blinked as she looked back and forth between the scene before them and the script, leaning towards her employer.

Daria:"Uhm sir....."*The demon gorgon girl whispered, careful not to be picked up by the sound crew's mics. Carefully nuding his broad shoulders as she pointed to the script she had in hand.*"Not to nitpick here but this says she's meant to be topping and dominating him, this was meant to be a femdom office lady scene...."*Her boss looked her way, as he accepted and looked through the script before handing it back to her. Watching him resume his pose of contemplation as he made framing gestures with his hands like he was examining a piece of artwork in progress before him.*

Mr.Sketch:"Then we run with it, all the rare like to throw in a little improv now and then. Who doesn’t enjoy the idea the scary dominatrix CEO becoming her intern's devoted sex kitten? Nothing is hotter than a well played subversive porn trope like that...besides, you want to tell her to stick to the plan?"*Daria noded in understanding, it was a fair enough point and Brittany was looking way too into the mood right now to give a rat’s ass about the script. Simply resuming her place by his side as the director leaned towards his man camera girl and whispered to her in kind.* “Make sure to get some good shots of her O face, viewers love a good ahegao. And don’t forget some choice angles of the little guy’s dick, want to give the female fans their wet dream fuel after all…” *His ever able and handy camera girl Miki nodded in understanding as she adjusted the lens view as instructed. Hot Damn she always loved her job but Moxxie just really made her bring her A game, they hadn’t had a rookie run this good in a while since they can last recall....,*

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Solid Mirage

Among the many distinct nobles of the Ars Goetia, few were considered as much of a hassle to put up with than the one known simply as Mirage. With good reason mind you of course for you see she was what most would consider a borderline force of chaos, prone to commiting many deeds in the living world often for her own personal amusement. Most rumours abounded as to what moments in history could be chalked up to her or whether or not she was being truthful about them. Pompeii, Atlantis, some rumours abounded that she was the source and cause of what brought God's wrath down upon Sodom and Gomorrah as well as Babylon, suffice to say she was not someone you wanted to cross or take notice of you.

But of course that was just what Stella's fop of a brother, that annoying icy peafowl was counting on as Andrealphus had called in a favour with the feline demon. Seems the pompous twerp had thought his sister had some major dirt on Stolas that he felt could be of use and value in giving her an egde in the divorce proceedings besides the fact the owl had been getting frisky with an imp. Okay so maybe Stella wasn't as vindictive about it and not been keeping in touch as much since she for some reason had dediced to, in his own words, slum it up with an imp of her own but damnit that didn't mean she couldn't do him a solid and get him ownership of all Stolas' resources and wealth!! Not that Mirage cared either way, she was always just looking for an excuse to have some fun and deciding to grace Imp city with her presence.

How delightfully drole and amusing it was just walking down the streets, passers-by and onlookers freaking out in varying ways with one demon pouring gasoline and setting himself on fire. Until she arrived at the quaint little rundown looking apartment Stella was slumming it at though it seemed to have gained a few extra storeys and renovations before she knocked and had the peafowl woman answer and grace her with an answer. To say the look of surprise and confusion on her face was funny was an understatement, made the chaotic cat wish she had a camera just to commemorate it as she got to explaining the point of her visit. Mainly and namely just who in all the 9 circles was this measly little imp and what was so special about him that Stella was willing to just let bygones be bygones with Stolas and his...frivolities for lack of a better word with his own clown.

So of course Stella felt the better way to explain was more to show rather than tell as she made arrangements to show Mirage first hand her reasons why. Which was how the feline Goetian demon found herself sitting in the living room with none other than Moxxie sitting across from her. The poor little guy was understandably looking like he was set up to be lynched on a hangman's podium and Mirage was the noose about to go around his neck as he glanced at Stella and Millie peeking through the door as they simply smiled and flashed him thumbs up to wish him luck. He couldn't believe that he was going to have to do what he had to with Mirage, who seemed equal parts bored and impatient, no doubt unimpressed that THIS was what all the fuss was about and that if Moxxie didn't start making with whatever magic he had, well.....terrible things would happen.

So of course in for a penny, in for a pound, Moxxie steeled his nerves as he offered humbly to give Mirage a foot rub which amused the elite demoness as she gracefully stuck out one of her long, luscious legs to oblige him. Only to widen her jade green eyes as she felt the imp get to work as her body began to tingle with a rush of bliss, feeling herself practically unwind and melt under his skilled hands. Shuddering, twitching and barely holding in any gasps or moans before Moxxie went and started planting kisses on her feet, making his way up her silky furry leg as he massaged and kissed way to her hips and thighs. The blueblood chaos demon couldn't believe a damn imp of all things was making her feel so good and....she was actually welcoming this...treacherous affection!! She was an elite class figure who toyed with any bedmates as playthings for her own pleasure alone and yet.....this audacious little possum was so bold and daring as to make her feel...well...like a woman!!

This train of thought had caused her to let her guard down which only gave Moxxie an advantage as he soon had his face under her skirt and between her thighs where she now found herself now experiencing his mouth and tongue eating her out. And oooh how she arched her back and curled her toes as pure sexual ecstasy flowed through her very being from head to toe, all the while her ego tried to rail against this and remind her that she was letting a damn imp have his way with her. Her libido on the other hand was speaking on a higher volume and telling her, stuff her pride and just enjoy feeling like a star in one of those trashy porn movies. Even if that Mr.Sketch guy did admittedly put out some pretty creative classy material for what amounted to smut of course....

Any other trains of thought the noble feline she-devil had were pretty much derailed from the fact she was getting the best damn fuck in forever since the last time she can recall. Surges of mindnumbing, unadulterated ecstasy and bliss running through her every nerves in every fibre of her being as she dug her claws into the material of the couch. Laying back with Moxxie mounted atop her as the imp pumped and thrust his big imp cock into her snatch with such speed that his hips were blurring. But really who could blame him given he was motivated by total scarousal here to being his A game to a high class elite demon who was said to have had a hand in the infamous siege of Troy...yeah it was hard to tell rumours and facts when it came to Mirage.....

But of course Stella and Millie never had any doubt in their minds about their man when it came to his ability to please any woman sexually, least of all an elite like Mirage. Made them shudder softly to even think what'd happen if they set him loose on Heaven all rabid and horny...to say nothing of the stray thoughts Stella had been having herself lately about indulging in porn as a hobby. And not as in collecting and watching every and any single skinflick Moxxie was in but actually, actively performing in it. It would certainly have its advantages, the obvious of which was busy being balls deep in Mirage as any low opinions or expectations she had were being shattered but not as intense as the orgasms on her mind.

Suffice to say that Mirage wasn't leaving that apartment until the next morning with quite a distinct limp in her step of course. As well as a very dopey little smile that it clear she was feeling so damn high right now as she came home to soak up in a nice cool tub of the richest creams and milks with some ice to sooth her deliciously sore body. Idly burshing off a phonecalll from Stella's pretentious icy windbag of a brother who was looking for any details in regerds to her investigative efforts. To which she simply told him his sister was a big girl who could make her own choices and was very happy right now with bigger and better things.

One of which made the feline demon shudder as she felt the phantom sensations rock her body from recalling the absolute pelvis bruising Moxxie had given her. Made her wonder how many other ladies in her social circle could maybe stand to get a good imp dicking to get those figurative sticks out of their asses and those silver spoons out of their mouths. Really for a chaos demon like her, there was no way she could pass up a chance to sow a little discord, honestly if anything the high society scene could be sooooo dull with all its soap opera nonsense. Plus who'd make a fuss about Stolas getting freaky with some imp when nearly every duchess and baroness would soon be getting some of their own.......

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Spider...DUST?!!

Now Angeldust would tell you personally, even if you didn't ask him that he was plenty of things people could and would accuse him of being and he'd say it with a sense of pride, naturally. A lush, a junkie, a homo, a drag queen and certainly more than a few unpleasant terms for the likes of him but especially a slut and a whore but given the psychotic pimp bastard he was stuck working for? Yeah small wonder booze, sex and drugs tended to be his escape at least for a time and yes, he can and has had some bad ideas and done a lot of equally stupid and crazy stunts but this? This had to be his craziest one yet but hey being horny and pent up did things for a guy, straight, gay or bi and it wasn't like this would get him in too much trouble...hopefully...

Assuming of course Charlie, Vaggie or Husker never found out about it, nevermind how fucking livid Valentino would be about it but hey when you were a thirsty drag queen whore like he was? Might maybe explain why he was swinging around on the border between Imp City and Pentagram town in a goddamn Spider-Man costume looking for the little dude that Hell's princess had on over for some fun way back. Okay so sue him, he was horny and it didn't help that Cherry-bomb had been sharing some of her purchases from Skullfuck productions, those Mysterious M movies were wet dream goldmines so here he was looking to find the little dude and surprise him. From what he'd heard through the grapevine, shake your ass just right his way and he'd be all on you like a fly on sugar and hey the costume had a purpose besides making his sexy self look even hotter.

It'd keep his identity hidden so that way Val wouldn't think he was trying to make moves with the competition, that moth was still sore about his last two bitches up and quitting on him. Besides which how many other spider-demons, hellborn or sinner, were there in the population of Hell anyway? But of course the rehabbing junkie paused that train of thought as he spotted his target entering the office building that was home to IMP and of course Verosika's personal recording studio, if ever opportunity was knocking well who was he to refuse her call like this? The cosplaying pornstar landing and chasing after, just in time to enter the elevator before it closed on him...leaving him all alone with the one and only Moxxie, who was looking pretty haggard, a cup of coffee in hand labelled Foxxie for some reason and a stack of papers in the other.

Now why was Moxxie looking so stressed you might ask wasn't a difficult query to answer as he was in the midst of having to sort through IMP's finances at the moment. Seems Blitz and Stolas hit a rough patch in their not quite relationship and well...broke up but not quite broke up..not that Verosika was surprised it happened. It was debateable whether or not they'd patch thigns up but right now Blitz was going through major post break up blues....by being very fucking reckless with the budget to a point that they were likely facing a goddamn financial apocalypse!! 2 weeks and a half weeks so far and he was ordering 100 of taxidermied owls to burn, wasted the pensions on fucking horse plates and was busy drowning his sorrows in ice cream, spray can cheese and binging Ghostfuckers!!

All the while sending their company into a fuckdamn downward spiral of bankruptcy which they might not recover from if he didn't sort out the goddamn accounting math but the numbers just weren't adding up!! He needed to vent big time or he'd snap and do something.....something...he didn't know what but damnit now he wondered if he had to be hallucinating or something because there was some sexy bitch in a Spider-man costume in the elevator with him. Was there a costume party going on he wasn't aware of, maybe some stripper or gigolo for one of the incu or or succu-bitches in Verosika's studio? Wait what if he was yet another pointless waste of the company's budget by Blitz, the damn emotional trainwreck?!!

Angel of course, ever one to not read the vibe or mood in a room when it came to someone's body language and state of mind, began pouring on the charm as he flexed and posed like the man-whore he was. It certainly helped his costume hugged his curves in all the right ways, especially highlighting his prominent chest so small wonder in the right sort of angles and lighting that you could pass him off for a woman in some cases. Shaking his obscenely naughty ass Moxxie's way as if tempting and courting the stressed imp whose brain was in a whole other place and set to go off like a ticking time bomb and he didn't know it. All the sinner knew for sure was one way or another, he was going to get his ass tapped and beat like a bongo drum, assuming he didn't have to drop further hints and starting sucking the imp's dick of course at this rate.

Well he got it and then some and ooooh did Angel never think it possible he could moan so deeply and sensually like that in such a way you'd really mistake him for a woman. More so given the major boner he was pitching as his dick was letting loose with jizz but really with how Moxxie's cock was hitting his prostate?! Small wonder as the imp currently had him bent over and pressed up against the wall, his six arms bracing their palms firmly against the surface to hold on for dear life. His manwhore bubble butt clapping those cheeks as there was a hole torn in that portion of his costume all the better for Moxxie's access as his pumped and thrust away like an erotic jackhammer.

It was a long elevator ride but really the fact Angeldust kept pressing the buttons to keep it going up and down might've helped with that as he wanted Daddy Moxxie here to keep going until he was satisfied. If he wasn't at least barely walking out of here numb and with a distinct limp than he was clearly not getting his own fill yet because hot damn this was a better high than any amount of booze or drugs....certainly a lot better than Valentino's slimey self for sure!! The cosplaying sinner pornstar riding the momentum as he welcomed Moxxie groping and having his way with his furry chest and his bubbly ass as he unknowingly became maybe the first guy Moxxie had ever been with sexually since his ex. But obviously the less said about that not missed shark scuzzbag the better......

After a couple orgasms more, Moxxie finally stepped out of the elevator, seeming a little less tense and perhaps a tad tranquil enough before the stress of this mathematical nightmare took hold again. Taking his leave on his way to work as he left Angeldust slumped in the corner exhausted, sweaty, sticky and feeling oh so damn good right about now. Managing to clean himself up and be a bit more presentable or as one could be in a Spider-Man costume with his bare ass showing. Exiting the elevator and the building to make his way back to the hotel and change out of it, after a quick shower or few of course.

The sinner of course paused mid-stride as he cut a short cut through an alley, finding his path blocked by the infamous She-Venom herself. The symbiote clad sinner looming over him, eye lenses narrowing as she leaned close, baring her fanged mouth in a snarl as she made an I'm watching you gesture at him. Never breaking eye contact as she crawled up the walls and was soon webswinging her way out and about Imp City as its unofficial lethal protector, content her Imp Prince Charming was safe and sound. Now Angeldust wasn't much into women far as anyone knew but he certainly had to say....that bitch was scary hot as all fuck.....