Howling Hell Love (A Lore-Friendly Helluvaboss Story)

Howling Hell Love

Hellhound Clubbing

(A Lore-Friendly Midquel Helluvaboss Story)

Author’s notes:First and foremost, don’t ask me to buy any commissions. No, asking me to turn this into a comic, or other art form, period.

About four years ago, at the time of this, I posted a series of 4 chapters featuring my hellhound persona and Loona. That said, I always knew I would come back to this at some point. That time is now. At the time of this, while the show hasn’t finished, it’s in its third season. While I have yet to see the end of season one, I know from a source that there are only supposed to be four seasons of the show. That’s about the correct number, in my opinion, to give us what we need. I also know there will be no crossovers—at least according to Viviepop—with Hazbin Hotel, which is now in its second season. Because of that, it’s important to note, like with the other four chapters, that this is under the idea that there is only one season of Helluvaboss, meaning nothing we learn mostly in the other seasons and HH with information doesn’t apply. The only things that do are the tiny little bits with Loona, like she smokes, is 22 hell years, meaning my hellhound persona at 24 hell years, being two years older than Loona, we both drink, and she apparently hates medical shots. This means the whole Syphilis thing from the pilot episode has been dropped, which makes a lot of sense to me for a few reasons. Overall, I think I can produce something that still shows I can write about Loona, even if my information and knowledge of her, hellhounds, and hell from Viviepop are incomplete. That said, some things will have to be done with my best and educated guesses, so it may not be 100 percent correct. So take it with a grain of salt, as I may be off, or Viviepop will never reveal some things.

So with that in mind, enjoy as we see how to club and party like hellhounds. It’s going to be one helluva time. As this is a midquel, this story takes place between chapters two and three of the original story during the year-long time skip. If you need a refresher of what’s happened, chapters one through four of Howling Hell Love can be found by me as well, with those all having been long since released before this. Lastly, if certain things are said about what someone likes or hates, that’s more about who they are character-wise. They don’t have to necessarily like all the things the characters in the show do, and of course, how I think they would be with certain things.

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A little more than a week had passed since that loving shower fuck for Loona. To say the female hellhound was happy was an overstatement. The beautiful female was over the pentagram and beyond thrilled. For the first time in her existence and life at twenty-two hell years old, Loona finally felt that things were looking up after having such a shitty hand dealt to her by what had happened in her past. Of course, being adopted by Blitzo had been a silver lining, but that had its own issues, like the imp babying her too much and not giving her a real sense of independence. They still had their own problems to sort out. So in the meantime, Loona could focus her love and attention on the one male in hell that had already given her so much in such a short amount of time. It was her hellhound boyfriend and mate, Nicholas.

The guy was a good head taller than her, easily dwarfing Loona’s form. If one were to stand the hellhounds side by side, the white-furred one’s head only got just below the middle of Nicholas’s muscled arm. He had quite the muscles on him, from a chiseled six-pack, rippling muscled arms, and a barrel of a chest that was a perfect pillow for Loona to lay her head on at night. Like her, Nicholas had wolf-like features, from his muzzle to his ears and tail. The bigger hellhound was covered in dark green fur. The only thing that broke this gorgeous color on Nicholas’s body was the scar that ran across the bridge of his snout. The male had a magnificent mop of neck fluff, similar to what a lot of male, wolf-like hellhounds had. The inside of his ears was white, and his hair was long. Nicholas’s hair was always in a ponytail, and it was a darker green than his fur. Two purple highlights were seen in the hair, below the ears, like thin rectangles. His claws were light grey, and Nicholas had square-framed glasses, too. Unlike Loona’s, the male’s eyes were a different color. The whites were blazing yellow, his pupils red, and his orbs seemed to burn with raging hellfire.

Loona had seen this with Nicholas, as his eyes seemed to project the very fire that burned in his soul. The globes in his head could be warm and kind, too friendly and hostile. The smaller female had seen a range of emotions on Nicholas’s face, from laughing to snarling with rage, to burning love and devotion, especially when it came to her. Loona had never met anyone in all of hell who could be such a ferocious terror in battle. Just carving up enemies in bloody wakes with his claws, teeth, sword, and other tools, to punching and kicking the very shit out of opponents. And yet, Nicholas could be gentle, kind, understanding, easy-going, and a joy to be around. That’s not to say the green-furred male got along with everyone in all the rings and circles of hell. There were those he couldn’t stand and absolutely hated with every fiber of his being. But for those who were his friends, his allies, they got to see the other parts of him that had attracted Loona. Only with her did he open up fully, showing the smaller hellhound who he really was.

While both hellhounds hadn’t been in the same orphanage where Loona had been found and adopted by Blitzo, Nicholas certainly didn’t have an easy childhood. From facing the troubles from another male hellhound growing up, to then living on the streets for some time, before finally working under his current boss, the green-furred male had been fighting since he was about five hell years old. Even then, the part of the training to get stronger with fighting hadn’t gone smoothly. There had been a lot of frustrations, angry outbursts, and other dark times. But it wasn’t until Nicholas was 20 hell years old that the long-haired male finally felt that at least some things in his existence were going as well as they did for any hellhound. Being the lowest in hell’s society, all hellhounds were going to have it rough. But that’s only if they allowed themselves to break.

Like Loona, her guy hadn’t caved in, been very resilient like her. His inner strength was admirable, just like how Nicholas was a hellhound who strove and worked hard. He had told her it had taken a lot of tough work, training, and dedication to get to where he was. That’s not to say there were areas the male hellhound failed at. Firearms were a bane to his existence, as Nicholas had no affinity for fighting at long range with guns. Certain weapons, like flails and chained weapons, were no good in his paws. But when it came to close quarters with his fists, teeth, legs, sword, polearms, and axes, Nicholas shown like burning hellfire. Loona was no slouch herself in those areas, but out of the two hellhounds, the green-haired one was physically stronger than her.

Another thing Nicholas had going for him was that he was much faster, more graceful, and more agile than one would think with his massive bulk. Loona had seen him in action before when both hellhounds had gotten into a brawl at one point while in the Pride Ring. Of course, with such a form, Nicholas couldn’t squeeze into small, tight spaces. But even if an enemy went that way to escape or ambush, the green-haired hellhound had ways to flush them out, and with his sharp nose and ears, the guy could smell and hear things to help. But for the sense of smell, Loona’s was much sharper, having used it on a hit list to track down targets during the time the IMP Crew had gone to a beach during a Spring Break in the living world.

If one were to ask who was the better fighter overall, Nicholas was the winner. While it was true that Loona could do things in a fight that he couldn’t, the male hellhound was not only able to watch her back and support her, but the guy was just stronger, faster, and more agile than the white-furred hellhound. While both beings had the agility and instincts that were wolf-like, Nicholas had more experience, with two of the wolf-like traits much more refined than Loona’s. Even if his girlfriend and mate trained as hard as she could, the green-furred male would still beat her every single time, as Nicholas was constantly training to become the strongest and best he possibly could. During these training sessions, he would also focus on the areas where he was weakest in dealing with those situations, aiming to survive as best as possible.

Fighting wasn’t the only thing about Nicholas that stood out to Loona, and she found things in him to love. Like her, the green-furred hellhound did smoke, but what he had were more like mood stabilizers. These were very addictive substances in all the rings and circles of hell. Some found the properties of these sticks, which were the same shape and size as a cigarette and came in a variety of colors, to have calming effects, like certain medications. But not everyone felt the same calming effect. For someone like Loona, if she took five puffs of what Nicholas had, the female hellhound would be bouncing around the walls, completely geared up to an eleven. Her boyfriend and mate explained how, through a series of simple tests, one could determine if a natural-born demon or earth-born sinner would experience the calming effects of these specialty cigarettes. It didn’t matter what kind of demon or gender; anyone could have these calming smokes and be fine. But when Loona took the simple tests, it was clear she was in the majority, where they would only hype her up in a bad way. Luckily, secondhand smoke from these specialty cigarettes wouldn’t cause the white-furred female to get to that point. She would have to be in a room filled with the smoke from them for at least thirty minutes before feeling the effects.

The two hellhounds would tell stories and bond over smoking, though Loona had Nicholas beat when it came to drinking, being a much heavier drinker. After all, she had gone into the IMP office having a hangover from just the morning and not from last night. Since meeting and hooking up with the green-furred hellhound, Loona had cut back on the booze, but still liked to drink. One thing she did find out about Nicholas was that not only did he hate the taste of Beelzejuice in all forms, but he also refused to drink any of it. “I’ve got bad history with the cunt that makes it,” he growled with his lips pulled back in a snarl, the male’s eyes blazing with burning hatred when asked why he didn’t touch that beverage. “Let’s leave it at that.”

Loona knew better not to push her love any further than that. Still, she couldn’t help but wonder a little what Nicholas meant by that, and knew he would tell her in time. And when he did, it all made total sense. But at least the green-haired hellhound didn’t try to control his girlfriend and mate on what she could and couldn’t drink. What she found was that Nicholas would go for beer and wine in different situations. But his preferred drink for real alcohol was a product called Flaming Fangs. This was another popular alcoholic beverage in all the rings and circles of hell. In fact, the person who came up with it, another natural-born demon, was a rival of the one who produced Beelzejuice. The two products were always neck-and-neck in a never-ending race to see which could be sold the most. Like the first type of beverage, Flaming Fangs came in a variety of tastes and strengths, and not just strong enough to also intoxicate the demons of hell, it could also be considered addictive. Unlike Beelzejuice, Flaming Fangs didn’t appear to have any mutagenic properties. Loona had tried the basic version and, while searing, had enjoyed it. But the smaller hellhound ended up sticking with Beelzejuice. At least she had a backup in case some places didn’t carry it.

Regardless of the beverage, though, Nicholas was one of those who knew his limits well. Loona liked that about her love. As the guy put it, some can handle the alcohol; they knew who they were. Some can’t; they have no fucking clue. That had made the smaller female laugh, showing another thing she adored. The white-furred hellhound loved Nicholas’s sense of humor. While not one to ridicule others like she did with Moxie at times, a lot of what he found funny, she did too. The long-haired male was someone who could make Loona genuinely laugh. That’s not to say everything the larger male said was amusing. For those he detested, and he had made no secret of those he hated so much, Nicholas was more about insults towards them, as well as laughing at their misfortune. But, unlike in his youth, when the male hellhound had a much more explosive temper, he was able to keep such things in check.

Loona was still short-tempered with specific individuals, but much better at controlling her anger. She liked that Nicholas didn’t try to change who she was with that and still put up with her occasional outbursts. Even so, the smaller female was thankful for the few times Nicholas had saved her ass. During those points, if it weren’t for the bigger male hellhound, Loona’s mouth and anger would have gotten her into some deep shit. She remembered well the few times it happened, where one touch from Nicholas and a shake of his head had been enough to pull her back. Even with all of those things, the hellhound couple had more good times than bad, even with where they stood in Hell’s society.

Even though they were the lowest of the low, a step below imps, Nicholas and Loona still found ways to have fun together as a couple. The white-furred beauty enjoyed going on rides with the long-haired male, whether in his car or on his bike. The latter both hellhounds loved, as not only did the feeling of their long hair blowing in the wind send a rush of excitement, but Loona would wrap her slender arms around Nicholas’s broad chest, snuggling against him, and holding tight. The hellhound couple ended up hitting other places in the Pride Ring, including stores, clubs, and other events that Nicholas knew of. Loona even introduced her boyfriend and mate to a few places, like Stylish Occult. It was here that some of her latest clothing and things had been bought for her by the bigger male. As there was so much to do in the top ring of Hell, the others down below weren’t visited at this time. Nicholas and Loona figured that if there was anything to do in those lower rings, it could happen at another time, as being native-born demons, they could travel to any ring.

Since all the action was at the Pride ring, the two hellhounds stuck with that area. Though some things Loona liked, the green-furred male hated and wouldn’t watch or listen to. One being was Verosika Mayday, and Nicholas wasn’t a fan, and he hated her singing voice and songs. The worst was the song “Vacay to Bonetown.” “It’s not just with her stuff not being my thing,” he explained to Loona. “It’s her attitude. I don’t care if she’s some pop star in Hell. To me, she’s nothing but a little cunt who’s a slut and has no talent. I would much rather hear my favorite bands and performers.”

Loona could understand not liking others, as there were those she hated, too, and would rather avoid. But there were things Nicholas took her to that she did enjoy. A lot of the same music was what the smaller hellhound liked to listen to, with Nicholas even introducing her to new songs and performers. And it wasn’t just that, for the male hellhound danced with Loona at clubs and events, even showing he could sing. While there was not enough talent to make it as some entertainer in hell, his girlfriend loved to feel his strong arms holding her, and to hear his voice. The hellhound couple ended up laughing and enjoying their existence together.

But the main reason Loona and Nicholas were happy and in love was that the male hellhound saw her for who she was and never wanted her to change for anyone or anything. Her long-haired boyfriend listened to her, cared, and was as supportive as he could be for the smaller female. That’s not to say the white-furred female was going to do a complete 180. But Nicholas loved her, even taking every single fault and issue Loona had. Yes, the two hellhounds did find physical things in each other that were attractive. But it was the personalities and how the two clicked that really spoke to them. Loona adored everything Nicholas had done for her so far. It wasn’t just helping her be more social and make more friends who had her back, but also accepting and loving her despite everything that had happened in her past. The long-haired male hellhound had also had his own rough past and knew the pain that came with it.

The two easily remembered the day they met. Loona was eighteen, having been adopted by Blitzo just a month prior. The female hellhound had then been forced to attend a gathering at a specific place. Luckily, turning eighteen helped in some ways, but due to getting used to her new life with Blitzo, the white-furred female was not in the mood to talk. That’s not to say Loona didn’t notice what was going on around her. It was just more the fact of why she had been forced to attend this gathering for hellhounds, avoiding any males as the beauty wasn’t up for just a fuck, and certainly didn’t want to have any contact with any females. Mostly keeping to herself and her phone, Loona just went through the gathering like she was a shadow on the wall, after dealing with the other things required first at this assembly.

It was here that Nicholas, at the age of twenty hell years old, noticed her. At this point, the male wasn’t looking to date, having just gotten over two short flings after a bad breakup. While happier and stable than he had been in quite some time, the green-furred male wasn’t quite ready to start dating again. But it wasn’t Loona’s looks that drew him in. It was her eyes and how the female had the same kind as Nicholas once did. The long-haired male could tell this female had suffered and endured a lot of pain, just as he had. All hellhounds had it rough, but some had it worse than others. But then, Nicholas began to notice Loona’s physical looks and liked what he saw.

Going up to her, the male drew her attention by asking what kind of phone she had. Loona had been ready to snap at anyone who so much as spoke to her, but seeing Nicholas and how huge he was, put the brakes on that. The smaller female was not in the mood to piss off a much bigger male who could easily kill her. Still, there was something about this male that slowly drew Loona out into talking with him. Unlike with another guy, the white-furred hellhound didn’t crush on Nicholas at first. But she appreciated talking to someone who wasn’t trying to hit on her or get in her pants.

The two hellhounds talked for most of the gathering. Thanks to this, Loona had a much better time, and she and Nicholas exchanged phone numbers. However, due to different lives at the time, both hellhounds only met and communicated infrequently, and through random, odd texts and calls. Still, every time this gathering happened, being once a year, Nicholas and Loona would meet and talk, trying to catch up. But there were no romantic feelings yet. Still, one thing he did like was that the smaller female didn’t take shit from anyone, usually not afraid to say what was on her mind, even if that trait could get her in trouble.

It wasn’t until sometime after Loona went to the human world with the rest of the IMP Crew, when spring break was happening, that the female hellhound would end up in a bit of a sticky situation. Despite her skills, Loona had been cornered by some other earth-born sinners and natural-born demons. Typically, the female could handle small fry like those, but these were stronger and too many for even her. However, Nicholas has stepped in, having been nearby and heard all the noise being caused by this. He quickly resolved the situation.

It was only here that Loona began to notice his physical features, as well as who he was as a hellhound. And that, along with how she and he clicked, began to make the white-furred female fall for him. Plus, there were things to consider. Nicholas not only had good looks, but his job situation was better in some ways, with decent pay, where he lived, and other factors besides being single that made Loona also attracted to him. But neither hellhound said anything just yet. Although they opened up with some of their past, there was worry that taking that step could wreck things. As well, both hellhounds had their pride, as it was for all of their kind. It was more like a way of thinking, called hellhound pride, similar to a warrior’s pride, that could make one of these beings stubborn and hard to accept and change with things.

Some time passed as Loona considered her options about whom to go for. Only later, when realizing a one-sided crush on her end wouldn’t work, did the female hellhound settle on Nicholas. It was here that the two began to hang out more, allowing them to realize it was stupid not to go for it, as they clicked and had a lot in common, with many of the same interests. Nobody forced them, which was better, as it was Loona’s choice on whom to love, and she had chosen the green-furred hellhound. Best of all, he loved her back, and why their kiss, which happened on one of the streets of the Pride Ring, felt right. Nicholas then asked Loona out, and she happily accepted. Kissing again, the two took off on his bike.

For three weeks, the two enjoyed being a new couple. The pair still did other things, with Nicholas continuing to help Loona navigate social waters and make new friends. Since her boyfriend had a number of others who were his buddies, they became the same for the white-furred hellhound. Some of them were females as well, which would help Loona, as having friends of both genders was overall a good thing. The white-furred hellhound had a small group of friends now, not that many, but that was better than none. Nobody was making Loona a social butterfly, as just having a few others that could be trusted and counted on besides Nicholas was more than enough for now. That rooster could be explained later, as Loona got more comfortable with interactions and socializing.

Nicholas knew what it was like to be socially awkward, so he slowly helped and taught Loona. For that, she appreciated it and loved the green-furred male for that. The hellhound with long hair never pushed her too fast or too far, letting Loona go at her own pace. While the bigger male seemed so natural at being social, it was only through practice and time that he had gotten himself to where he was. “But if I can succeed, so can you,” he encouraged his girlfriend. Nicholas never put Loona down. And it was through all of this and also being in love and attracted to each other that explained why, after three weeks, the two hellhounds began to have sex.

It all began at a party and social gathering put on by Nicholas’s boss. Loona had come to it to spend more time with him. At one point, the two hellhounds had grinded against each other. It became too much for that, and both took off for his apartment. The bigger male and smaller female knew this was a turning point, and what was about to happen wasn’t going to be a one-night stand. And they certainly were right, because the second the door was locked, Nicholas and Loona pounced on each other. Tongues fighting and dancing like spitting serpents, as their upper clothing got ripped off, the white-furred beauty had been carried by her ass to his bed.

The two felt their longing, adoration, and lust for the other boil, as what followed wasn’t lovemaking. This was a love fuck session, a sort of primitive kind of sex. While neither hellhound was a virgin, both of them had never felt this kind of love for anyone until now. In Nicholas’s case, there were three others before Loona, and while he could remember how it went with each of the females, the white-furred hellhound felt like nobody else. This was due to really being in love with someone he could truly relate to. Nicholas’s first had also been a love as well, so there were no regrets on his end, giving his virginity to her. But, having lost her due to death, the green-furred hellhound’s heart had been shattered. The other two random female hellhounds were one-night stands because he was lonely and needed some warmth. Loona was different, as she had stitched Nicholas’s heart back up with her feelings and affection.

In the smaller female’s case, she had never been in love at all. The only two times Loona had sex had been one-night stands as well, due to boredom, curiosity, and loneliness. Each male who had done the deed with the white-furred hellhound also had no emotional connection with her. There were no regrets or consequences, as both male hellhounds were clean and nobodies. Plus, all female hellhounds had access to birth control. Unlike medical shots that were much harder to get, birth control was easier to obtain, as thanks to the overpopulation of earth-born sinners, even those in charge knew having an explosion of native-born demons, even if they were hellhounds, would cause more problems than solutions. These pills were something Loona kept on top of, as they kept her from going into heats. A heat for a female hellhound happened once a month, a time when the being in question was fertile. Unless conception occurred, it would take three to four days before the female hellhound would then cool down, until the process happened all over again the following month.

Loona didn’t mind being on the pill to prevent getting pregnant. If you asked what she would rather deal with, it was taking medical shots than having an unwanted child. Even though the white-furred female hated shots, in fact was terrified of them, she would rather go through those than ever end up going through an unwanted pregnancy. The worst case was having someone’s hellhound pups or demon spawn in Loona’s eyes. Being a mother wasn’t something she fancied, especially if it was a stranger she didn’t love who ended up knocking her up. Even the beauty knew how much of a pain it was to raise kids, despite never having interacted with them or having any of her own. That said, neither she nor Nicholas was keen on being parents yet. Having hellhound puppies of their own, their own little pack, hadn’t crossed their minds. That’s why both were glad the pill kept that from happening. Because with what happened, had Loona been in heat, Nicholas would have knocked her up for sure.

Still, what happened on his bed was more than a magnificent time. It was the best fuck and night of both hellhounds’ existence. Nicholas had started on Loona, his mouth and tongue on her nipples and tits before licking at her flower. The green-furred male found the smaller female’s G-spot, a first for her. Loona’s mind had felt close to shattering with how mind-numbingly good getting eaten out by her boyfriend felt. To feel his tongue on her flower petals and dive deep into her wet love tunnel was a sensation the female hellhound had never felt before. What came next was also a first for the white-furred beauty, which was orgasming while squirting caused by someone else. Loona was a squitter, but had never had it happen before from another until Nicholas. Only through masturbation had the white-furred hellhound managed to achieve a squirt of her juices. And the amount of liquid that came out wasn’t ludicrous. Still, Nicholas took pride and pleasure in the fact that he had been the first to make his girlfriend do that during sex.

Then it was her turn to pleasure the large male. Loona could remember her shock when seeing the weapon between Nicholas’s legs. He was massive, easily wielding the biggest dick the female hellhound had ever seen or taken. Just gazing at all its majestic splendor hadn’t been enough. Loona found, to her great delight, that not only did both of her paws fail to contain her boyfriend’s mammoth of love fully, but he was too big, leaving her unable to get him in her mouth fully. Still, Loona did her best, sucking and licking what she could, before Nicholas gave a large amount of cum. His girl would quickly learn such loads would happen every time the bigger hellhound climaxed.

Even that wasn’t enough. Because one look from Nicholas could get Loona sopping wet, eager for more, just like how sucking him off could get the hellhound’s entrance to drip her love nectar. That’s why she was more than open to trying anal with Nicholas. Only through masturbating, thinking of her beloved fucking her, had Loona considered him going up that hole. The green-furred hellhound was more than eager to give the smaller female new pleasures. So, he licked and rimmed her tailhole, gave her loving spanks on the ass, and took his lubed-up dick into Loona’s anal passage. To the amazement of both beings, Nicholas managed to get every inch of his tool up that super-tight hole. The beauty once more got a lot of cum, the white goodness marking her anal passage.

The two hellhounds knew anal would happen again. But now, they wanted to be joined as one in her other hole. Loona spread her legs, moaning for Nicholas to fuck her, to make her his mate and bitch. Nobody but him had heard her say those words, and the white-furred beauty wanted to be those things as much as Nicholas wanted to be her mate. The bigger male and she had panted, moaned, Loona rolling her eyes with her tongue lolled out in a pant, as horny and angry hellhound growls and sounds issued from their mouths. Even after Nicholas climaxed again, Loona squirting again as she had with the anal, the two didn’t stop. They kept fucking, her anal and vaginal passages stuffed and filled over and over, with Nicholas’s back getting many red scratches caused by Loona’s claws from clenching and holding him so hard.

The morning shower sex happened after waking up, and while not as long as the first time together, it was still just as hot. Both hellhounds found everything had been worth it, despite Loona feeling practically dead from the waist down when first waking up, or Nicholas feeling how much his girlfriend and mate had scratched his back up. After drying off and getting dressed, the couple went to a place to get breakfast. While eating, they discussed things as they both knew the sex would happen again. It was decided that Loona would drop some of her clothing off at Nicholas’s place, as well as get a few other things, so she could crash at his apartment when needed. The two hellhounds agreed that the weekends, with the occasional Wednesday, were the best times to do this. The couple had tried this arrangement for a week so far, and that had gone surprisingly smoothly. With all of this, it was safe to say that Loona was much happier than she had been, as was Nicholas. Both hellhounds knew they had found the only one for them, and weren’t planning on breaking up at any point.

However, right now in the present, Loona was far from happy. She was stuck at the IMP Office again, once more forced to stay behind, while Blitzo, Moxie, and Millie went to the living world to take out a target for another client. It had been this way all week, and in the hellhound’s eyes, all five days of working had been another shitty series of shifts. “God damn it…” she growled, tapping a finger on the receptionist’s desk.

Loona was bored, having already been out during lunch break and having browsed through some stores nearby. She had flipped through all the latest magazines for the week, there was nothing good to do on her phone, and the computer was out of the question. What made it worse was that Nicholas had been too busy for her to spend the night at his apartment on Wednesday. This had been due to him being needed elsewhere, and while his girlfriend and mate got the reason, as there was a logical and good one, it still sucked. The only silver lining was that it was finally Friday, and Nicholas promised to make it up to her for missing out in the middle of the week. Even better, there was only an hour left before the imps returned from the living world, and then Loona could get the hell out of the office.

Her white eyes glanced at her phone, wondering if she should send a quick text or call to the green-furred hellhound. There were times when Nicholas was unable to answer either of those things, but he sometimes did. The smaller female knew now would be a good time, as the larger hellhound hadn’t told her today would be a bad time. Still, seeing his texts or hearing his voice helped put Loona in a good mood and alleviate the pain of her job. But it was certainly better than a lot of what most hellhounds did. Loona could have it much worse and was grateful to Blitzo for treating her better in some ways, but of course, the female would usually never say that out loud.

“I wonder how Nicholas is holding up with his job?” Loona thought in her head. According to her mate and boyfriend, the long-haired male’s job was to help with tasks his boss assigned him. Nothing that involved sex, but errands, and also seeking out any earth-born sinners who manifested in hell, along with natural-born demons who had the potential to grow strong. This was mainly so certain powers didn’t fall into the wrong hands of certain demons who would abuse those powers to gain further strength for themselves. That had its ups and downs, along with excitement. However, it seemed like a much more demanding job in Loona’s eyes, and while the description of what was needed had been read by her, the female hellhound was content to let Nicholas have it. She would much rather work for Blitzo, given how the imp allowed her to get away with so much. Plus, her receptionist job offered other freedoms and benefits that Nicholas’s job wouldn’t. Loona knew that what her boyfriend and mate did for a living wouldn’t be a good fit for her. Even if the pay was better, it just wasn’t worth it. The white-furred hellhound was content with the bigger hellhound working and earning his pay. He was fine with being the breadwinner in the relationship, as Loona’s happiness was more critical through feelings and affection than trying to win her over through wealth and material possessions. The smaller female didn’t need the bigger hellhound to buy her everything in order to keep her happy, but for him to love her for who she was and treat he the way she wanted him to.

Still, Loona did enjoy the nice things Nicholas got her, as treats and gifts. Whether it was clothing, doing things, or even a simple piece of jewelry, the white-furred female deserved them. The smaller hellhound loved how her boyfriend and mate took care of her that way, as he didn’t mind spoiling and pampering her a little. Loona wasn’t that flashy or fancy in some ways, or one to strut and show her stuff off, compared to others in hell. There was no greed or taking advantage of each other in this romantic relationship; it was just healthy and loving, like Moxie and Millie’s marriage. “Fuck it, I need to hear his voice,” Loona then said after thinking about Nicholas, just dying for something to help with her boredom.

Picking up her phone, Loona was pleased that, thanks to the IMP crew doing that one guard duty job at the Greed Ring, Stolas had paid them quite a bit. Blitzo had used some of his earnings to get the hellhound and himself new phones. Her old red one had gotten to the point of just being more like a paperweight with a shitty battery life. At least this shiny black one, with the badass designs on the case, updated like normal, and the battery was strong. There wouldn’t be any unexplained battery drains, where the battery would be full one second, then drop to one percent the next. So this phone would last Loona a long time. And she knew how to take care of her stuff properly so it wouldn’t break. If at worst something did, the female hellhound knew Nicholas would certainly help her out. But Loona wouldn’t sink that low to purposely break shit, to get the green-furred hellhound to buy her new things.

Before her fingers could get his number up to call him, the office phone on the receptionist’s desk rang. Loona snarled, rolling her fiery eyes, before answering, the office device being shaped like a dog bone. “Hello, IMP,” came her usual, uninterested, monotone reply when answering the office phone. The female had set her cellphone back on the receptionist’s desk.

It was a good thing the cellphone was out of her paws, because the caller on the other end was not who Loona had been expecting at all. “Hey there, babe,” came Nicholas’s voice, warm, loving, Something that could make the white-furred hellhound weak in the knees and get so wet at points.

Loona was so caught off guard, she nearly fell out of her office chair with a surprised yelp, floundering, heart racing, her paws comedically trying to catch the phone as it had flown out of her right paw. Blushing red, the smaller hellhound managed to get back into position. “Nicholas!” she exclaimed, half relieved, half trying to recover. “Shit, you scared me!”

“Er… you okay?” came the reply.

“Better, thanks to you calling me…” Loona purred. Her eyes narrowed with content, adoration, a loving smile creeping onto the female’s muzzle. The hellhound’s head was resting on her left paw in a dreamy, happy-like state. “But you should have called me on my phone…”

“I’m really sorry, Loon. I didn’t know if Blitzo and the others were around. Yeah, he probably wouldn’t care, but I wanted to try this way, cause what if something happened to your phone? I could call the others in the office, but they might not be able to answer.” Nicholas did have the contact information of each imp, to be on the safe side.

“So, how’s it going, Nick?” the female hellhound asked, pleased to call him by his nickname, as he did with her. Loon was far more preferable than the baby-like ones Blitzo often called her. “Your job treating you well?”

“Pretty much. There’s always good days and bad ones. The only pain-in-the-ass moment was witnessing a fucked-up hustle while on my way back from my lunch break. Let’s just say it involved some slut on the streets just blowing and then getting fucked by a random hellhound. I overheard her saying she would have sex with him if he paid her, so she could earn a quick buck to get something fixed. Needless to say, I had to hear every disgusting sound and word said, almost seeing the sex that was going on. Thankfully, despite having to hide away to avoid getting caught, I managed to get away from that fucking mess.”

The whole time Nicholas told the little story, Loona could hear his slight growl of disgust and anger on the other end of the line. She herself shuddered when just imagining how awful that kind of sex must have been, especially if one was forced to hear and watch it. Plus, unlike what she and the green-furred male did, even if it was just fucking at times, at least there was burning passion and love behind it. “Fuck, that sounds rough,” the white-furred beauty growled, pinching the bridge of her nose with her eyes scrunched up with repulsion. “I’m not going to boss others around on what they do. But the idea of just being fucked and treated like an object, like what that bitch went through…” The female hellhound let out a shudder, her body trembling as though getting rid of a bad vibe. Being viewed like that was not something Loona enjoyed at all.

“Tell me about it,” Nicholas said. “At least you’re smart enough not to rush into situations without thinking things through. Plus, we both know you’re too good and clever to ever resort to sinking that low. Also…” Here, he paused, and his girlfriend could almost see the smirk on his hellhound muzzle. “I believe you told me last time we fucked, my dick was far better than any toy you needed in your existence.”

That statement made Loona weak, feeling her entrance tingle, while blush lit up her cheeks. Her pleasure was far greater than her embarrassment, as indicated by the female’s swishing tail. “Oh, shut up!” she said. Nicholas chuckled on the other end of the line, knowing from her tone that Loona wasn’t mad at all.

“Just repeating what you told me,” he shot back. “On a brighter note, I’ll tell you the real reason I called. And I’ve gotta be quick with this.”

“Oh, really?” That got Loona’s attention, and she sat up a little straighter. “And what have you got to share, sexy?”

“Since we couldn’t spend time together Wednesday, I know the best way to make it up to you. I hope you’re ready to get your party game on, cause we’re finally hitting the Five Fangs Club this Saturday, as we’ve discussed.”

The second Nicholas said that name, the female’s tail shot up and began to swish with happiness. “You’re kidding!” she exclaimed, feeling her heart howl with triumph.

“I’m not, babe!” came his reply on the phone. “It took a while, but now the time is right to finally take you there for the first time!”

The Five Fangs Club was a very famous casino/nightclub found in the Pride Ring, specifically Pentagram City. It was one of the establishments that had grown and changed under the same ownership during all the eons of Hell’s existence. Loona herself had always wanted to try it out, as there were stories and rumors, but above all, pictures and articles that featured this building. So while the white-furred hellhound knew of it, she had never been able to set foot inside, either due to being too busy or having not had the motivation to check it out herself. What the female did know was that the Five Fangs Club was not only a lot of fun but also her speed. The thumping music, the space to dance, the beverages and food offered, games of chance, colorful light shows, performances, along with a hint of danger, brought in not just earth-born sinners but natural-born demons from all rings and circles of hell to this establishment. What was also appealing was that, apparently, imps and hellhounds were not only welcomed, they were given much better treatment than in most other areas of hell. There were even special private areas that offered the stripping kind of fun, for couples who wanted to try that.

Nicholas’s boss was the owner of this establishment and had been met not just by Loona but by all of IMP. Like many overlords and certain natural-born demons, Nicholas’s boss was very famous. While this demon had yet to call in for any killings or jobs from IMP, he knew that if an assassination on earth was needed, the Imps were the ones he could contact. As for Loona and her boyfriend and mate, he had promised to take her to this place one day. Things had come up that prevented the hellhound couple from going there. Now, it was finally time, and Loona was getting super excited for this date.

“This is just perfect!” she said. “I was already dying to see you during the weekend! Now I can, and try something new too, hot stuff!”

“That’s the idea, Loon,” Nicholas said. The two hellhounds arranged a pickup time for her for tomorrow evening, Saturday at eight pm. They didn’t discuss the types of clothing they would be wearing, as both had a pretty good idea of what would work that night.

“Oh, I’m already looking forward to this,” the female purred, getting a dreamy and happy look on her muzzle, the tail swishing with joy.

“Same here, gorgeous. Most of all, I’m just eagerly awaiting being with you again…”

“Same. I’ve missed you so much, stud. I love you…”

“I love you too, Loon,” Nicholas replied. “Stay strong, and I’ll see you tomorrow evening, okay?”

“Okay, babe,” the female hellhound answered, and the two hung up. In her head, Loona was doing a little victory dance. It had been worth the wait and getting through a shitty week, just to be rewarded by not only spending time with the hellhound she loved, but at a place that she’d wanted to go to for so long. Best of all, the beauty was feeling much better.

Ten minutes later, Loona was contacted by Blitzo to open the portal so the imps could return. The hellhound handling that task, using Stolas’s Grimoire. The usual portal opened up, and all three, Moxie, Millie, and Blitzo, tumbled into the office. Aside from appearing a little bloodied from their target, all three demonic beings seemed to be fine. “Great work, you two!” Blitzo stated, dropping a bloodied ax on the office carpet. “And best of all, we got the job finished faster!” He dusted his hands off with a smug but happy smile. What he said explained why it hadn’t taken the expected hour of waiting for Loona.

“That means the weekend starts sooner!” Millie exclaimed, dropping her used spear and stretching with a joyful expression.

“Oh, by the way, good job thinking as fast as you did in that one spot, Moxie,” Blitzo added to Millie’s husband. This time, the imp wasn’t being sarcastic. “Definitely worth another employee of the month spot after this job!”

“Well, it’s nice when you listen to us at times, sir,” Moxie said. “But you’re welcome.” Millie beamed at her husband. Unlike earlier, the imps had begun to trust each other’s calls and work a little bit better as a team.

Loona didn’t pay the three imps any mind, but was glad they were back earlier than expected. “Well, I don’t know about you two, but I’m going to one of the local bars to celebrate!” Blitzo declared. “So who’s with me? Looney? Moxie? Millie?”

The hellhound rolled her eyes at her adoptive dad’s attitude with annoyance. “Okay, what’s the catch?” Moxie asked, crossing his arms and frowning. “It seems every time you suggest we do something, something happens, sir.” The imp was clearly not happy, and he had every reason to be.

“Catch? There’s no catch!” Blitzo sounded sincere. “I promise, this time no shit will go down! It’s just one of the bars I know, and with mainly imps there, things should go okay!”

“C’mon, Moxie, just humor our boss for once,” Millie said. “It’s not like what happened at Lu Lu Land!”

“Fine,” went her husband. “But if something does, Millie and I are out of there. Deal?”

“Deal!” Blitzo said. He then turned to Loona. “You in, sweetie?”

“Pass,” the hellhound said without missing a beat. “Besides, I’ve got plans tomorrow.”

All three imps looked at her. Loona usually never said that she had plans at all. While the three imps were aware that she was dating Nicholas, having the white-furred female say she was doing something was a first. “What’s this?” Blitzo asked, grinning. “My baby has plans? Okay, who’s the lucky date? Is it Nicholas?”

His eyes were getting wide with happiness as a smile came onto his face. It was no secret that Blitzo loved the fact that Loona was dating Nicholas. For one thing, the green-furred hellhound wasn’t working for the imp’s ex, Verosika Mayday. Plus, the fact that Nicholas didn’t like her was a bonus point. There were other factors, of who the bigger hellhound worked for, able to take care of and provide for Loona, but also how the long-haired male had helped save the smaller female from that situation. Blitzo knew Nicholas had good intentions, and seeing his adoptive daughter be so happy was all that was needed. The imp had said a few words when he first learned that Loona was going out with Nicholas, but overall, he knew the two were a good match, and he trusted his adoptive daughter with her boyfriend and mate. The imp didn’t even care if she spent time at his place, even if that meant having sex. But Blitzo knew when to zip it, as he knew the green-furred male could easily overpower and kill him.

Both Nicholas and Loona were grateful that Blitzo had given his blessing to their relationship. While the white-furred female never said it, her eyes told the imp all he needed to know. But in this moment, the hellhound had no intentions of sharing any information about her date on Saturday. “None of your business,” she growled, glaring at Blitzo.

“Come on, you can tell me,” the imp replied. “Unless there’s something you don’t want me to know about what’s going on?”

Before Loona could snap, Millie stepped in. “Just say the place, that’s all it takes,” the female imp suggested. Moxie kept silent, knowing it was best to keep his mouth shut.

“UGH! Fine!” the hellhound snapped, rolling her fiery red eyes. “Nicholas is taking me to the Five Fangs Club! Happy?”

The three other beings in the office were stunned. Even imps like them knew of the place and that Nicholas’s boss ran that place. “I… wait,” Blitzo said.

“That place is not the easiest to get into,” Moxie stated. “I’ve heard stories and things, including how all those trying to break in and rob the place failed.”

“Eh, not worth trying it,” Blitzo said with a shrug, since he didn’t want to face the wrath of Nicholas’s boss.

“Well, it sounds like a ball!” Millie exclaimed. “Maybe someday we’ll all get in!”

“Yeah, but not today.” Blitzo then smiled at Loona. “Okay, honey, you have a crazy, fun time with Nicholas there. Moxie, Millie; let’s move out! The bar for us awaits!” Loona knew she wouldn’t see Blitzo until much later. Once the imps left the office, the hellhound packed her stuff up, locking up, and got the hell out of there. Freedom at last, and she was glad that she would be spending the week away from Blitzo, much preferring Nicholas’s company.

Loona didn’t do much after getting back home to Blitzo’s place, to save her energy for what was to come. The hellhound didn’t see much of the imp, but did get a couple of text messages from him, at least showing he was still alive. The only other being the white-furred female kept in contact with was Nicholas, sending him a few texts. Both hellhounds knew there would be plenty of time for talking during their date. Loona felt excitement as the time for him to pick her up ticked closer. The hair would stay the same, but the beauty knew which tight and sexy outfit to wear. “He’s going to love this,” Loona whispered, grinning, her tail swishing after making her choice.

Saturday evening arrived, with the white-furred female waiting with her purse at the door at 7:55 pm. She knew Nicholas was almost here, thanks to a text received a minute ago. Dinner had already been consumed, so the two hellhounds would only munch on appetizers if hunger came up. Of course, there would be some drinking. But the real hunger was for each other, and Loona smirked with lust and agenda. Her eyes glanced down, pleased with what she was wearing that brought out her curves, wanting to dress to impress the hellhound she loved. “Oh yeah, I think I outdid myself,” Loona said, smoothing the bottom of her outfit.

Then the knock came at the door. Even without hearing that, the white-furred female could tell it was Nicholas. Both had gotten so used to each other’s presence that they could sense by sound and scent when the other arrived. The door was opened, and the green-furred male was greeted by one of the sexiest things he’d ever seen in his whole existence. “Hey, sexy, ready to-“ Nicholas began, but was cut off when getting a good look at what Loona was wearing. His eyes went wide, and his jaw dropped.

“Hey there, my sexy hellhound stud boyfriend,” Loona purred, her eyes narrowing with love and lust. Her right paw went behind her long poof of hair, slowly, and teasingly running it through the strands. “Whatcha think? Love what I have on…?”

“Oh my god…” the bigger hellhound whispered. “Babe, you are just fucking gorgeous.”

Tonight, Loona had abandoned her usual gloves but kept the choker on, with her grey hair, as always, worn loose. The purse was just the icing on top, because the real star was the smaller hellhound’s outfit. She had gone for a short, tight-fitting, strapless dress. Solid black in color, with the material reflecting in the light, it was as though the smaller hellhound was dressing to the nines. The outfit ran only to her sexy upper legs, just long enough to be acceptable for the public. “Mmm, you look so handsome and cool, sexy,” Loona cooed, her tail swishing because Nicholas was so pleased with how she looked.

“Can I see every angle?” She nodded, slowly turning on the spot. The green-furred hellhound was graced with seeing Loona’s darling rump, how her dress hugged her curves and body perfectly. The smaller beauty wasn’t the most busty of females, her rump cute and sexy, her bust being closer to a B-cup size. Nicholas was satisfied with how his girlfriend and mate looked, not wanting her to change her body type for anything. Loona adored him for that, that he loved her for all that she was. “Sexy, I think you went beyond anything I could have imagined you would wear for tonight.”

“I aim to impress you,” Loona stated. “And you look ready yourself.” Nicholas’s long hair was in the usual ponytail, going well with his glasses. Around each wrist were the usual stylish bracelets seen by her, only this time, the hellhound had added four spikes to each for extra flair. Around the male’s neck was his necklace, which flashed in the light. For the outfit, the larger male had on black pants, matching his black sleeveless shirt, with a red riding jacket on top. The sleeves were missing, and four white spikes ran along the shoulders. These clothes had rips, but they were the right length and fit Nicholas well. There were no awkward areas of his body exposed, nor was there a sense that things were too small or short. Loona enjoyed how Nicholas was wearing different clothes for this date, instead of his usual attire.

With those words and looks out of the way, the two hellhounds couldn’t help but hug and share a loving kiss. Loona loved it when Nicholas held her close against his large, muscled frame. Sure, she had to really stand on the tips of her toes to get up to the mouth of the green-furred male, but Loona didn’t mind. The couple exchanged tongues for some blissful moments before pulling back. The white-furred beauty let out a satisfied and happy hum, laying her head on Nicholas’s muscled chest. She could feel his heartbeat, his scent filling her nose. It was soothing and calming to Loona, and something that made the female hellhound feel like she was back home, back once again at his side. The green-furred male’s large paws slowly rubbed and traced over her hair, ears, and back, noticing the swishing of Loona’s tail. “Much better,” she whispered.

“I couldn’t agree more.” Nicholas’s hot breath tickled Loona’s left ear, making it twitch. Both hellhounds pulled back, with just enough space between them to allow the larger hellhound to boop her nose with his. A slight blush came onto Loona’s muzzle, and she grinned, doing the same action back before licking his muzzle.

“Now then, hot stuff, let’s get the hell out of here,” the smaller hellhound said. Her purse had everything needed from the phone and her keys to get back into Blitzo’s apartment. Even if Loona was going to spend the night at Nicholas’s, she still had to lock up and then have a way back in before Monday. IDs were not required, as unlike with the living world, all hellhounds could pretty much enter any establishment and be old enough, unless it was clear they were pups and underage. By this point, Loona was 21 hell years old, while Nicholas was 23.

Nicholas took her right paw, and the two hellhounds made it outside. There at the entrance was his ride. “I figured the car was better, cause with your outfit, my bike wouldn’t do,” the male with glasses said.

“Good choice,” his girlfriend and mate added, both getting in the vehicle. The car looked fast and mean, even when stationary. The top was down, with the body of the car sporting a green, silver, and black color scheme. Stylish like a sports car found on earth, with flaming graphics on the sides, the license plate had a flaming pentagram with the number in blazing lettering.

The door for Loona was opened automatically with the push of a button from Nicholas’s car key. Both hellhounds buckled in, and the bigger male turned on the vehicle. The engine roared to life, and the car rumbled and purred like a kitten. “Hang on, Loon!” he stated, putting the pedal to the metal.

Loona let out an exhilarated laugh as the car shot forward. The thrill of her boyfriend and mate putting on a burst of speed, whether in this vehicle or on his bike, was a rush that never got old. Their long hair was tugged and pulled by the wind as Nicholas drove the car down towards Pentagram City. This place, being in the first circle of the Pride Ring, was where most, if not all, of the earth-born sinners lived and called home. Loona and the rest of IMP had gone to Pentagram City at points, despite residing in Imp City, located in the second circle. Nicholas’s apartment wasn’t in the second circle; it was located in Pentagram City. The only reason was who his boss was, and that his job paid well to get a decent place. Well, as decent as one could in hell. It wasn’t like being a royal or overlord with tons of money. But the green-furred hellhound was doing reasonably well with how much he made. It was to the point that he could support himself and Loona, should she move in with him.

She, of course, having been to his place, knew this as well, including how it felt to get out of Imp City. Even if it was only temporary, it reminded the white-furred female how fortunate she was to have Nicholas as her boyfriend and mate again. It wasn’t just the relationship, but where he was in his existence. Even if the bigger hellhound was in a shitty job like hers, the beauty would still love him very much. “God, I’m already eager to get into this place with you, babe!” Loona exclaimed as they saw Pentagram City on the horizon.

“I’m with you on that!” he agreed. “Luckily, you’ll have me to act as your guide.”

“Hmm…” The smaller female smiled as she looked at him with adoration. “I love the sound of you being my personal guide. Maybe next time I go to the living world, then it will be my turn to be the guide for you, Nick.”

“If such a chance comes up, I’ll take you up on that. I’ve never visited, but like you, I’ve got a human disguise ready so I can blend in. At least I have a pretty good idea of what to wear.”

“Well, I certainly would love to go with you a few times. That is, if Blitzo would take me along more often.” Loona rolled her white eyes with annoying anger.

“If a time comes where he takes you, I’ll be there to head to the living world with you.”

It didn’t take much longer for the car to drive into Pentagram City, and it was 8:20 pm. The white-furred hellhound was silent as she was so close to the Five Fangs Club. Despite knowing about it, Loona still didn’t quite know what to expect. It was one of those things you had to be there for to really get a sense of it. Her eyes saw the look of excitement creeping onto Nicholas’s muzzle, taking comfort that if the green-furred hellhound seemed calm, that was good enough for her. Even the traffic couldn’t slow the couple down. Then, at last, the bigger male pulled up to a massive building. “This is it!” he stated, and Loona took it all in with wide, excited eyes.

“Oh my god…” the white-furred female whispered, her tail swishing, a smile coming onto her face.

“What do you think so far?”

“Nicholas, this looks like one hell of a place to go to!” Loona stated with a laugh.

Seeing pictures of the club didn’t do it justice; seeing it in person sold the whole picture. The female hellhound saw the massive three-story building rising from the ground, jutting up like an obsidian spire. The vivid black structure stood out, like a beacon, against the red sky of the Pride Ring. Splashes of neon green, gold, orange, blue, and purple coated the walls, popping with the various designs. Loona spotted stars, bubbles, lightning bolts, flames, and various other patterns that glinted and shone, like burning hellfire. The female’s eyes spotted the lettering spelling out the place’s name. The sleek design and sheen of the metal allowed them to pop, like the blazing pentagram and wolf design above the entrance. The latter appeared to be resting, eyes watching and guarding the doorway under an arch. The arch, with five points circling in front of the sliding doors, looked like a gaping maw, as if calling, drawing others in.

“I can’t believe we’re actually going to go in,” the white-furred hellhound said, flashing a wolf-like grin at Nicholas. Then the smaller female saw something that made her groan.

“We’re not going to stand through that shit,” the green-furred male told her, spotting the enormous line that had ruined Loona’s good mood. With only one entrance and exit for patrons at the front, body after body of earth-born sinners and natural-born demons, ranging from imps, other hellhounds, and others, seemed to stretch indefinitely and out of sight. In front of them was a line divider, a long, lengthy one to keep the line separate from the rest of the sidewalk. There were other demons, earth-born sinners, acting as security to ensure the patrons in line behaved.

“Shit,” Loona said. “I knew this place was famous and got a lot of others, but I never thought it would be this bad. How the fuck are we going to get past this? There’s only one entrance and exit, and they’re in the front.”

“Watch and learn.” Nicholas didn’t drive the car across the street from the club to the five-story parking garage. Sinners and natural-born demons could park their vehicles if they didn’t walk to get to the Five Fangs Club. Instead, the male hellhound took a back road that led all the way behind the massive building. Loona just watched, not sure where her boyfriend and mate had planned.

The green-furred male drove his car up to a box suspended by a pole. It was similar to a pay meter, only this one was jet-black, with a pentagram and horns. Nicholas flashed a card, the size of a credit card, with a black design and five stripes in the same neon colors Loona had seen on the club’s exterior. Her boyfriend and mate held the card up to the pay meter. It scanned it, and a beep sounded. The white-furred hellhound heard some grumbling noises and looked at the wall in front of her. Her red eyes widened in surprise as a hidden doorway slowly opened. “What the hell?” she asked.

“This is the VIP lift,” the bigger hellhound said. “Those personally invited by my boss, and some who work under him, get special access to this place. I fall into the latter category.” The lift doors fully opened wide enough to allow just about any vehicle to proceed. Nicholas carefully drove his car into a space that could host any-sized car. Then the walls slowly closed behind the vehicle. “One can get in by the special cards you saw me use earlier. They’re all tracked and made personally by my boss. You can’t just forge one or steal a card. The system is very sensitive; it will detect whether one has been stolen or is fake, and if you try to use it on the machine, you will be forcibly ejected and sent flying. I’ve seen this happen before, and it’s pretty humorous to watch.”

Loona grinned, imagining someone like Blitzo trying to pull the shit Nicholas had just described. She felt her seat rumble, indicating the lift was rising. The female’s eyes saw that this was lit very well, so at least she and her beloved had not been plunged into total darkness. “So, we’re going to park in some special VIP garage?”

“You got it, sugar tits. The parking spot we’re using is on the third level.”

It did not take long before the lift ride ended. The walls in front of Nicholas’s car slowly opened, revealing the special parking area. It didn’t look any different from a regular one, except for having spaces for regular cars, some of which were for other vehicles. Then Loona noticed not only that the air here was much warmer than in a cold, dreary parking lot, but also that this one was much better-kept. There were no cracks or worn areas in the driving area. And the walls didn’t appear to be made of concrete, but some other kind of material. The female hellhound wasn’t sure if it looked like velvet, leather, fur, or some unknown thing. But it looked like it belonged in some fancy VIP room.

There were no other vehicles in this area tonight. So Nicholas could park right next to a golden-colored elevator. Both hellhounds got out, Loona grabbing her purse. “Oh, I can’t wait for this,” she whispered, looking up at Nicholas. The beauty’s tail was swishing, her eyes narrowed with burning adoration.

“I can’t either.” Loona wrapped her slender arms around Nicholas’s muscular right, mummering, for she always loved to be close and feel his strong self. His lips got her furry cheek with a kiss, making the smaller female blush, nuzzling her head against Nicholas’s bicep.

Making it to the gold elevator, the green-furred male hit the down button. The doors slid open with a ding, and the pair stepped into the box. “Oh damn, this is really fancy,” Loona stated as the elevator doors closed.

“My boss wanted to have all areas covered when it came to the VIP areas,” Nicholas said. The two hellhounds saw that the walls appeared to be made of solid metal that glinted like bars of gold. Adorning all four sides and the ceiling was lighting that caused tiny jewels of every shape, cut, and color to glint, like little raindrops. The railing inside the elevator was wrapped in fancy leather, and the floor, made of thick glass, had more gemstones arranged in floral patterns.

Nicholas hit the down button, the floor vibrating as the elevator descended. “This is nice,” Loona murmured. “Just you, me, here, alone…” A wicked hellhound grin flashed across her muzzle.

“I love the sound of that,” her boyfriend and mate whispered into her left ear, tickling it. The smaller hellhound felt a shiver run down her spine. She swore all it took was just one glance or action like that to make her weak in the knees when it came to Nicholas.

The elevator doors slid open with a ding after about a ten-second ride down. The hellhound couple stepped out, and Loona had to blink to ensure her eyes weren’t playing tricks on her. “Wait…” the white-furred female said. “Are we under a sea or some kind of liquid?”

What lay before the pair was a tube hallway, with two moving sidewalks. One ran down to another elevator, the other back, so VIP guests didn’t even have to walk. The hallway walls were made of incredibly durable, thick glass. Loona saw more gemstones of all kinds, arranged in patterns on either side, with flashing lights to illuminate them. There was a liquid of some kind, in a rainbow of colors, swirling, adding to the overall tone of this area. The female’s sharp ears could barely pick up the sound of club music, dulled, playing somewhere close by. She and Nicholas got onto the moving sidewalk that would take them to the final elevator.

“We’re actually only on the second floor,” the male hellhound replied as the couple rode down the tube. “My boss knew that VIP guests would need something cool and unique. So, he and a few others came up with this tube. Personally, I like the flare and idea of it.”

”And the sound I’m hearing?”

“If you mean that dulled music, that’s because we’re passing by a couple of rooms on the second floor.”

“Oh, really?” Loona was curious, and her tail swished. “You think we’ll hit them?”

“Maybe,” Nicholas answered. “But I highly doubt it tonight.”

The pair then reached the final elevator, with the moving sidewalks helping them get to the end of the tube quickly. The doors were golden, and the elevator’s design was the same as the last one. Only this time, a tune was playing. Jazzy and catchy, it was the perfect elevator music, and the hellhound took one last ride down. Loona’s tail wagged with excitement, holding onto Nicholas’s left arm. “Ready to have your existence rocked?” he asked with a smirk.

“Hell yeah, both here and then by you, later…” the beauty replied, sticking her tongue out a little, implying her innuendo.

The ding that they had arrived was heard. The couple emerged, took a right, and found themselves in the club’s entry lobby. “Oh my god…” Loona whispered as her eyes went wide, taking everything in. Her swishing tail wagged faster as she heard a new track playing on the speakers, setting the mood.

“What do you think?” Nicholas asked, getting a grin to see the excitement creeping up on his girlfriend and mate’s face. “I know it’s just the lobby, but you have to admit, it’s something already.”

“Something already? Nicholas, this looks fantastic!” Loona looked adorable with her trilled look on her face, her tail moving. “I can’t wait to get in!”

“Same here.” The two hellhounds’ eyes glanced around, taking in the entry lobby of the Five Fangs Club.

The first thing noticed was the sheer number of patrons inside. Like the massive line outside, Loona saw a mix of earth-born sinners and natural-born demons standing in line to enter the club. The female hellhound noticed everyone was either in dresses like hers or in other hip and cool club outfits for all the females and ladies. The males all looked ready in their threads, but none came even close to Nicholas and his outfit in the white-furred female’s eyes. Loona’s peepers quickly scanned the other patrons, thankful that out of all the imps, hellhounds, and other demons in the line, there was nobody she recognized. The smaller female let out a sigh of relief. She was glad that there would be zero chance of running into someone she would rather avoid. Loona was also thankful that there wouldn’t be anyone else she and Nicholas would run into who didn’t belong here. Both hellhounds could create a list at the top of their heads with little effort. However, it would have been amusing to see anyone like that trying to come in, much less hit on Loona. She knew Nicholas would defend her, with claw, tooth, and every ounce of strength he had. Not even supernatural entities would halt him. Even death itself would stop the green-furred male, no matter what form it took. Both hellhounds were fully aware of one such depiction, who, despite being all-powerful, would not be in hell. Besides, it wasn’t like any form of death would care about love or forming relationships, and Loona was not a fan of death itself.

The next thing the female hellhound saw were both lines, with guard rails made of shiny black metal that reflected the lobby’s lighting. One line was full of patrons, the other was devoid of them. “Please tell me we’re not going through the long fucking line,” Loona said to Nicholas.

“Hell no,” he replied, his head jerking to the empty line. “Since you’re with me, and we parked in the VIP garage, we’re going to go through the line designated for those guests. It’ll be quick.”

The two hellhounds went to their line that was on the left side, since the regular one was on the right. The claws on their feet clicked on the tiled floor, Loona seeing star patterns on the tiles. Even with the dim lighting, she and Nicholas could make out all the details of this place. The ceiling had panels that changed colors, adding a nice flair. The pair made it to the VIP ticket booth, seeing the bits of gold on the arch, which was not visible for the booth for regular patrons. “Um, how much is this going to cost?” Loona then asked. “I hope we’re not going to go broke.”

Nicholas flashed the special card required to enter the VIP garage. “We won’t have to pay, thanks to this. Not only do we get to park in the special garage, but this card also allows me to bring one guest in for free. It’s like having a special benefit if you stand out to my boss. I can also use it to pay for things in this club, as it’s linked to my bank account in hell. However, for you, it only lets you in for free because you’re my special guest. Everything else has to be paid for. Drinks, food, and the gambling stuff.”

“Damn, that’s kickass for the getting in part,” the smaller hellhound said as the two hellhounds made it to the ticket booth for VIP.

A female imp looked up as the couple approached to gain access to the club. Her long black hair went well with her black top. “Hey Nicholas,” she said, her voice sounding mature, but also one not to waste too much of her time. However, this imp did get a friendly vibe. “Welcome back to Five Fangs.”

“Thanks, Ashley,” the green-furred male replied, handing the needed card over. This was scanned into a machine, a beep was heard, and then given back to Nicholas.

“All seems to be in order.” The imp then smiled at Loona. “Seems you’re not going in alone. She must be your girlfriend.”

“Yes,” the white-furred female said, with happiness and pride, wrapping her slender arms around the male hellhound’s left arm. “Not just his girl, his mate as well.” Loona’s cheeks lit up with a tiny bit of pink. But her swishing tail betrayed how much the grey-haired female loved that she could call Nicholas those things, saying they were a couple.

“Well, just make sure you two stay out of trouble,” Ashley said. “But enjoy your time, and have fun.”

“I’ll do my damned hardest,” Nicholas said. “And thanks.” He and Loona took their leave.

“She seemed cool for an imp,” the female hellhound commented.

“Yeah, Ashley’s pretty cool, but she can kick ass. It’s just like you in a fight. But, as long as you don’t get on her bad side, Ashley will act friendly to any demon, even if that demon is a hellhound.”

Nicholas glanced at the long line of regular patrons. “I’m so fucking glad I am not on duty here tonight,” the male hellhound said.

“You actually work here?” Loona asked, curious.

“Sometimes, as part of my duties for my boss. Don’t get me wrong, the pay’s not bad, and I do get to see a wide variety of demons entering. But last time was a complete fucking nightmare of a shift. Luckily, me and others who have to do this rotate regularly. At times, I work the ticket counter; other points, I’m more like an entrance guard/bouncer. Basically, just make sure patrons are allowed inside, and if any cause trouble, toss them out. I’ve had to do the tossing before.”

“Heh, I can imagine how fun at times that can be,” the white-furred female commented. “Looks like I learned a new thing about you, stud.”

“That’s the adventure, sexy.” Loona leaned up to kiss and lick Nicholas on the cheek with affection.

The couple approached the last barrier to get inside the Five Fangs Club. Double doors lay before them, made of dark wood, with wood inlay seen in the form of fangs, just like what hellhounds had. These fangs formed circles, creating a network of patterns on the doors. Guarding the entrance were two demons, and Loona guessed they had been selected in the rotation to stand in front of the double doors, doing what Nicholas had described to her. Both of them, being male, nodded in recognition at the green-furred hellhound, and he gave the gesture back.

The eyes of the white-furred female took in quick details of the two demons guarding. They were both taller than her, with the one on her right having an orange marking under each eye. His peeper looked strong, but silent. The demon on Loona’s left was vastly different. Gaunt and incredibly thin, with his clothing hugging his frame, his black hair sleeked up, and he had a dead gaze. Loona shivered, clinging to Nicholas a little tighter. The presence of the second demon sparked a twinge of unease in her body. Something far more sinister than a creep or stalker. Luckily, the wooden double doors slid open, allowing the hellhounds to pass the two demons on guard duty and enter a short hallway.

“Sorry about that, when it came to the demon with black hair,” Nicholas whispered into the beauty’s ear. “Don’t worry; he wouldn’t dare attack us unless we cause trouble. Plus, all who aren’t used to him get the same heebie jeebies sensation you just experienced.”

“I see,” Loona muttered. She shook her head, as though casting off a bad omen. “Well, at least the feeling’s gone.” The couple was in front of two more doors, exactly like the ones that had just been passed.

“Well, what comes next would have shaken it off.” The green-furred male grinned as the last doors slid open. The hellhounds walked out into the main area of the establishment, the smaller one feeling her jaw drop. “Welcome, Loona, to the Five Fangs Club.”

“Oh. My. God…” she whispered, her eyes taking in everything, finally inside the club with Nicholas. Loona’s tail began to swish with excitement.

The first thing the hellhound noticed was the faint smell of smoke that hit her nose. It was barely noticeable, and it only took a few seconds for the scent to disappear as Loona quickly got used to it. The second thing was the noise picked up by the female’s sharp ears. A mix of club music playing on speakers, the clamor of patrons, the kaching and clang of slot machines, and the slamming of chips all added to the atmosphere, but it was neither chaotic nor deafening. These things were nothing compared to what graced Loona’s eyes.

She saw the flooring, alternating between tiles and carpet, with swirls, curvy lines, and circles, all in colors that glowed neon under the club’s lighting. Way in the distance, the hellhound could spot something flashing different colors. Looking left and right, Loona spotted signs pointing to different areas for games of chance and bars. She also saw a few tables and chairs scattered throughout in the general area, for patrons to catch their breath and grab something to eat and drink. A couple were occupied, and the hellhound saw the earth-born sinners at those tables drinking and having some kind of appetizer. One was devouring what looked like a whole meal. Quite a few imps and others working as servers and waiters were taking orders, then hurrying deeper into the club and out of sight to fetch the requested food and drinks.

Two golden-colored elevators lay ahead, used to get to the second floor. Made of thick glass, one riding them would see everything as they ascended or descended. Looking up, Loona saw the paneled ceiling that had flashing colors. Though this was only a taste of what the Five Fangs Club had to offer, the white-furred hellhound already knew she would love the time spent with Nicholas here. “So, what do you think in general?” the green-furred hellhound asked, wrapping his left arm around Loona’s waist.

“That I’m ready to have a howling good time!” she declared with a joyous laugh. “Babe, this is just something else!” The white-furred female grinned. “Where do we even start?!” Loona was very eager, as indicated by her tail, which was swishing so hard that it looked like it would pop off.

“Here, let’s get you a map for your phone.” Nicholas’s red eyes glanced over to a few booths right by the sliding doors that the two hellhounds had walked through. Nobody was tending them, but they appeared to be the kind to scan something into.

The bigger male led the smaller hellhound to one of them, taking out his phone. “Just hold yours to the scanner, screen-side up,” he said, demonstrating.

Loona held hers under the scanner. A few seconds later, her phone lit up white. The hellhound pulled her device back and nearly dropped it as a small, 3d, holographic map of the club popped out of the screen. “What the-?!” she said.

“This is one of the cool and unique things about this place. The map you can download to your phone doesn’t just come in 2d, but 3d as well.” The white-furred beauty saw her boyfriend and mate bring up the same map, but his showed additional levels and rooms of the club.

“Damn, that is really cool.” Loona looked back at the map on her phone. “Huh. It’s not showing nearly as much as yours.”

“Oh, that’s cause what you’ve got is the one all patrons get. Since I work here sometimes, mine is going to show a lot more.”

“Oh. Make sense.” The eyes of Nicholas’s girlfriend and mate danced with excitement. “So now that I have a layout, where to first, stud?”

“Follow me,” he replied. Loona wrapped her arms around the male’s strong left arm, letting him lead her.

“By the way, how much time do we have till this place closes?”

Nicholas quickly checked his phone and saw it was 8:30 pm. “This place doesn’t close until two in the morning, with it being a Saturday,” he explained. “However, since this is your first night here, I think staying here for about two to three hours would be a good start. It’s best for you to take some of it in. Plus, with how much there is to do here, we wouldn’t have time to get to all of it now. Something like that would have required us to arrive much earlier.”

“Hm,” went Loona, her face clearly thinking about what her boyfriend and mate told her. “How much earlier? What’s the schedule for this club?”

“It always opens at 3:30 in the afternoon. Only Fridays and Saturdays does this place close at two. All other days, the club doors are shut at one in the morning. The exceptions are certain holidays or for other good reasons, which my boss always makes sure to let all of hell know, so nobody is surprised when they walk up and find the Five Fangs Club is not open that night for business.”

“In that case, we’ll need to arrive earlier for future visits,” Loona said, grinning up at Nicholas. “But for tonight, two to three hours sounds good, babe.” She nuzzled her head against the male’s strong arm.

“You won’t be disappointed, Loon,” the green-furred hellhound said as he led his girlfriend and mate forward, his tail flicking hers with affection.

Nicholas and Loona walked towards the far lower left corner of the Five Fangs Club on the first floor. The smaller of the hellhounds felt alive, loving how the lights reflected on her black outfit. The female knew the black dress was the right choice, pleased that Nicholas’s tail and hers were touching. Loona’s eyes took in her surroundings, seeing more demons going about. She spotted more patrons eating at tables. Others were talking, trying to figure out what to do next. Some had huge smiles, clearly having the times of their existences. “So, what’s the first thing we’re doing for fun?” Loona cooed, meeting Nicholas’s eyes.

“We’ll start at one of my fav places to hang out when I’m here to have fun,” the green-furred male said. “It’s got the more modern and futuristic feel, with the machines that pop with attraction. For a generation of natural-born demons like you and me. Though I can appreciate the parts of the club where the games are more classic. You’ll understand if you saw what I was talking about.”

“Ugh, yeah, let’s just stick with your place to hang.” The grey-haired beauty made a face, sticking her tongue out in disgust. “Fuck that classic shit.”

Nicholas grinned and licked her cheek. “Of course, babe,” he said. “I wouldn’t dare take you somewhere where you’d be bored out of your mind.”Loona grinned, leaning up to lick her boyfriend and mate back. “Mmm, good,” she said. Her eyes sparkled. “God, you’re incredible, Nick. I love you so much…”

“I love you, too, Loon. You deserve nothing but the best.”

The bigger hellhound led the smaller one up to the corner where his favorite place to hang was. This, according to Nicholas, was one of two areas in the Five Fangs Club with a modern, futuristic vibe, the other being on the second floor. Other themes could be found on the different floors, with a maximum of six per floor. “Each area also has a place for other games, like billiards, darts, craps, blackjack, and poker,” the hellhound with glasses added. “And each section has its own bar. The themes of these rotate frequently, so it’s not just like you’re hitting a new bar each time, but as a twist, each bar in this club has its own unique drink that you won’t find at another bar in this building. Kinda makes it worth going to the different sections of the Five Fangs Club.”

“Sounds like a cheap trick to get more money,” Loona stated with a smirk. But she understood a club and casino’s role was to make as much money as possible. “I’m more content to experience a small part of this place as we agreed on.”

“You know it, sugar tits. Oh, and if you get hungry for a snack, there’s plenty of places to eat appetizers or a full meal, if you need to.”

“Maybe I’m more in the mood for something other than food…” Loona replied, her sentence dripping with delicious innuendo.

Both hellhounds grinned, and Nicholas booped her nose with a finger, making the white-furred female giggle. “Oh, you’ll get that later, my sexy and gorgeous hellhound,” the green-furred male growled softly into her ear. His breath and noise made Loona shiver with love and lust.

“I’m just teasing ya.” The female hellhound leaned up to kiss Nicholas on the cheek. “But I’ll hold you to that promise. For now, I just want to have a good time here in other ways.”

“Then feast your eyes on this,” he said, showing her they had arrived.

Laid before Loona’s eyes were sleek and shiny-looking slot machines and other games of chance. All of them were lit up by neon colors, with stylish chairs that also looked futuristic. The machines ranged from thin boxes with sexy curves to those that looked like game cabinets that were like large computer towers. The hellhound saw some were themed, which added to the flair. Her ears could pick up the sounds coming from them, with the occasional ding of someone winning a little. There was even a blackjack table spotted, its design matching the machines. White, with neon lighting, it looked like it had come off a spaceship, as a demon-dealer of some kind dealt out a hand to those playing against him.

“Does it speak to you?” Nicholas asked.

“Hell yeah it does!” Loona replied. She tugged at the arm of his she was still holding.

“Well, look at you, being all eager,” the green-furred hellhound said, leading the way.

“C’mon; you know why.” The smaller female stuck her tongue out in an adorable manner, due to being beyond happy in this moment.

The two hellhounds passed by more of the futuristic-looking games of chance, including tables for regular poker, a couple of billiards or pool tables, roulette, craps, and even a nifty and sleek darts board that made it look like one was throwing darts, hurdling through outer space like a ship’s laser fire. Then Nicholas and Loona reached the bar area of this section, which had tables and chairs for sitting, eating, and drinking. Some of the chairs had occupants, and for the empty spots, menus were set up, waiting for new patrons to arrive. “I don’t know about you, but I say let’s start with a couple of drinks to begin this night,” Nicholas said.

“Sounds good to me,” Loona replied.

“By the way, get whatever you want. I have no problem paying with my special card for both of us.”

“Aw, how sweet of you.” The white-furred female gave his left arm an affectionate squeeze.

Looking closely at the bar, it appeared to be inspired by a tropical, alien-planet beach. There were neon lights, and the wood looked like it came from a completely different world. And this wasn’t like going to a different ring, in which case the whole different world thing applied, but more like Nicholas and Loona had landed on a spaceship and emerged into something far different than anything hell had to offer. “By the way,” Loona said, leaning up to Nicholas’s ear so he could hear her better because of the background noise. “I hope you don’t mind, but some Beelzejuice right now would hit the spot.”

The green-furred male gave his beloved a stern look. “I’m only going to say this once,” he warned the smaller female. “When it comes to alcohol in here, whatever you do, don’t even try to ask for that shit, or even bring it up. That drink you mentioned is actually banned throughout the entire Five Fangs Club, and you won’t find a single drop of it here. Trying to sneak it in here is not only a one-way ticket for getting busted, but you also have to fork it over. Failing to do so will result in immediate evacuation. The second offense will result in a permanent ban.”

Loona’s eyes widened with shock. “That bad, huh?” she replied. “Er… sorry.”

“No need to apologize.” Nicholas flashed her a smile. “But just know that is one of the rules of this club. And I would hate to have you get kicked out of this place.”

“Is it because the one who makes Flaming Fangs has connections to this club, and why the drink I mentioned is banned?”The hellhound with glasses nodded. “Pretty much got it on the nose. The one who makes it not only has his stuff sold here, but he also works with my boss. And since this club belongs to my boss and a few others, you can guess why Flaming Fangs is found here and not the other beverage. Plus, my boss also hates the taste of that juice like me. Some may call it being petty. My boss calls it not selling stuff from a competitor. It’s just business. And I’m going with what my boss calls it.”

“Yeah, I get it,” Loona said, her tone understanding, with not a drop of bitterness or sarcasm. “I’ll get something else instead.”

Her boyfriend and mate gave her a loving head pat, making the female hellhound murmur with happiness. “Thanks, babe,” Nicholas praised. “And don’t worry; if you don’t want any Flaming Fangs, there’s many other drinks to order, both regular stuff and mixed.”

“Thanks.” Loona flicked his tail with hers. The hellhound couple made it to the bar, where the imp bartender was finishing up serving a drink to a patron.

The imp then turned his attention to Nicholas and Loona, recognizing the male hellhound. “Ah, welcome back again, Nicholas!” he replied, before his gaze went to Loona. “Oh? You have a date this time?”

“Yes. This is Loona, my girlfriend and mate.” The shorter hellhound once again glowed with happiness and pride.

“Well then, what can I get the couple?” the imp asked. Nicholas flashed the special card used before for getting into the club and the VIP garage.

“I’ll take some of the Tropical Flaming Fangs you’ve got here, sunset edition.”

“Certainly,” the imp said. “And for the lady?”

Loona felt flattered to be called that, pleased with the customer service. “What would be a good start?” she asked her boyfriend and mate. “Sorry, it’s my first time here.”

“I’d recommend either the Hellhound Runner or the Mai Killer,” Nicholas answered. Loona was shown a picture of each.

“The Hellhound Runner,” she told the bartender with a grin.

“You got it.” The imp was soon busying himself with preparing the drinks.

The bartender’s hands were a blur. It was almost impossible to keep up with them by eyesight. It was like there were four arms on the imp, rather than two. Loona had to blink to make sure her peepers weren’t playing tricks. “Amazing,” she whispered to Nicholas. “How?”

“Just experience and practice, Loon,” he whispered back. Nicholas’s fiery red eyes were also watching.

In what seemed like no time at all, the imp bartender slid the two drinks to the hellhounds. “Your Hellhound Runner,” he said to Loona, “And the Tropical Flaming Fangs for her man.” Nicholas handed the special card over. A quick scan later, it was back in the bigger male’s wallet.

The two turned their attention to what they had ordered. The Hellhound Runner came in a groovy-shaped cup. While it had Tiki-inspired elements, it looked like some kind of demonic piranha. Inside, the rum-based drink had blue coloring, the same shade that came out when Loona changed her form from human to hellhound. Nicholas’s drink came in a Tiki glass that looked like a demonic shaman. The glass allowed both hellhounds to see that the drink had three colors: red, orange, and yellow. Typically, Flaming Fangs had a red color one saw in fire. But this beverage Nicholas ordered was meant to be like the fiery sunset on the beach.

The two hellhounds raised their glasses and clinked them. “Bottoms up,” the green-furred male said, placing the glass to his lips and swallowing an average amount of the drink. Loona took a cautious sip of her beverage. The second the liquid touched her tongue, the white-furred beauty could taste the rum, but also got the balance of fruity flavors. If one were to compare it, it was like having a hell-like take on a Rum Runner. Loona’s eyes went wide with shock, having never tasted something like this, but she immensely enjoyed it. Now she saw why Nicholas had recommended it.

“Holy shit, this is fucking good,” Loona said, before having an average swallow of her beverage.

“I knew you’d like it,” Nicholas replied, both hellhounds flashing each other grins.

Loona’s white eyes glanced around as she leaned her back against the bar. “I still am amazed at all of this. The fact I’m standing here at all is one thing. The fact I’m with you makes it so much more.” His peepers met hers.

“Well, you deserve nothing but the best that I can provide,” Nicholas replied, his tail flicking Loona’s, giving her a one-arm squeeze. “Just because we’re hellhounds, the lowest of the low, doesn’t mean we have to live a shitty existence. I think, despite how we both know Blitzo can drive you up a wall, he didn’t just adopt you. He’s given you a far better shot. Yes, he’s not some mighty overlord, royalty, or shit like that. But that imp does consider you family and, in general, treats you well. He doesn’t act like you’re just labor or just another hellhound. He’s given you the best he can. And I intend to do the same. I won’t take him away and what he’s done for you away, but rather treat you like the queen I see. To give you the love and support that you deserve, as your boyfriend and mate. A love and support that Blitzo does, as best as he can, as your adoptive dad.”

Loona felt her eyes water with tears of appreciation and happiness. Blinking them away, the female hellhound nuzzled her head under Nicholas’s neck. “Thank you,” she whispered with joy. “What you said means a lot, my loving stud. Normally, sappy shit or words like that don’t impress me. But you still amaze me at times, Nick. You have no idea how much I appreciate and love you for what you do for me and treat me well. I never knew you saw me as some kind of queen.” The white-furred female smirked. “Maybe a badass one, certainly. But still, you coming into my existence is the best thing that’s happened to me.” Loona knew she hated Blitzo babying her and other antics. But deep down, she truly was grateful for the imp adopting her, saving her from something else, like labor, just another sex toy for someone else, or worse. Perhaps if Blitzo had never adopted her as his daughter, she might have never had the chance to meet Nicholas, much less have a shot at dating and true love. Thanks to being with the green-furred male, Loona had a little idea of what it was like for Moxie and Millie, those two imps having a happy marriage.

“You’re welcome, babe. And I love you so much, too. I promise, no matter what, I’ll always support what you decide. I’ll never baby you like Blitzo. And I’ll always see you as the kickass and gorgeous hellhound you are.” The two hellhounds had a loving kiss and lick before drinking the rest of their beverages.

Setting their glasses down on the bar counter, Loona and Nicholas already felt a slight buzz. Not due to the alcohol, but more like a spark. They knew this was just the start of a fantastic time in the Five Fangs Club. “So, want something to snack on, or should we hit some of the machines?” Nicholas offered.

“I’m good for food, but just one more drink,” Loona said. “Then, let’s see if we get lucky and win big.”

“Same beverages?” His girlfriend nodded her head. “Alright, but I’m having something small to eat. Just a quick meat stick that’s good.”

“Meat stick?” Nicholas flashed the special card to the bartender, and in just a bit, both hellhounds had a second drink, the card back safely in the male hellhound’s wallet. In the male’s right paw was some kind of sausage-like snack, about six inches in length. From the smell of it, there was a spice in it that was good, and it looked a little like some kind of small piece of wood in a good way.

“Many who come here have given it that affectionate nickname,” Nicholas explained. “It’s sausage-based. Like a lot of the snacks and food here, there’s spice and salt, to make one thirsty.” He bit off one end. “It’s good and can hit the spot. I don’t know about you, but after this and my second drink, suddenly, I feel more than just lucky. And not just cause I’m with you, Loon. Like I can’t lose tonight, no matter what.”

The white-furred female clinked her drink to his. “Same here, stud.” Her eyes flashed with excitement. “So, let’s finish up our drinks and hit the machines. I’m dying for some fun with you.”

It only took a couple of minutes for Nicholas to eat his snack, and for him and Loona to polish off their drinks. Holding paws, the couple passed on the darts and started a friendly game of pool. That was a good way to warm up before hitting the machines. Neither hellhound was going for roulette, craps, or card games tonight. Nicholas sat down at one to demonstrate to Loona how it worked. “I like these machines cause you can play by yourself, and sometimes that’s better than at a table with others,” he said. “This one I’m at is easy to get, but not without getting a big win.”

The white-furred hellhound watched her boyfriend and mate scan the special card, placing a bid, and played his hand against the machine. “Looks like you got it,” Loona said, seeing Nicholas win.

“It wasn’t that big of a payout,” he replied. “I only made enough to cover the credit used to play, plus an extra two bucks. The opponent’s hand was lower than mine by three. The bigger the difference, the higher the payout.”

“Can I try?” Loona and Nicholas switched places. The female hellhound tried her luck, doing a little better. “Huh, I can see how you can lose a sense of time and get addicted to this.”

“That’s why there’s no clocks here. It’s like with any casino; they want the patrons to stay as long as possible until closing time.”

The couple played a few more rounds on the machine before standing up. “Not bad,” Loona said. “I think we won a little more overall.” She flashed Nicholas a hellhound grin. “What else we got to try our luck?”

The two hellhounds tried their paws at a Blackjack machine, again, not losing big, but only winning a little. Then it was time for one more machine, because the couple knew the dance floor of the Five Fangs Club was calling their names. “How does this one work?” the white-furred female asked as the bigger male sat down.

“It’s like a traditional slot machine, but there’s a twist,” he explained. “This one is more affectionately known as a skill stopper.”

“Skill stopper…” Loona placed a finger against her chin, a little confused. “I’ve never heard of these.”

“It was an idea picked up from the living world. Here, let me show you so you get the idea.”

Scanning the special card, Nicholas demonstrated that the symbols on the machine spun like a slot machine. However, to get them to stop, one had to press three buttons, trying to match three symbols. This was easier said than done, as the machine’s speed made lining up three in a row difficult. Even with the max bids, which meant eight lines to try to get a win, there was no guarantee that the symbols would line up. Still, after one round of the green-furred hellhound trying this, Loona got the idea. She took a turn, and once again, Loona managed to win a little.

“Huh,” Nicholas said. “Maybe from now on I should keep you when I do this shit. You’re like a good luck charm or something.”

The white-furred hellhound glanced up at him with a smirk. “I got no problem with that; just don’t try to wear me around your neck like some trophy.”Nicholas kissed her long, grey hair and forehead. “Never, babe,” the bigger male shot back, and Loona leaned up to kiss his cheek. After a few more rounds on the skill stop machine, followed by a little more fun on several more games of chance, it was time for the next part of the fun. The place to dance was calling to the couple.

“I’m ready to shake my stuff with you on the floor,” Loona cooed to Nicholas, wrapping her arms around his strong right arm. With her purse over her right shoulder, the two hellhounds looked like a fitting couple, ready to tear it up or raise some hell.

“Fucking A, Loon,” Nicholas replied as he led the way. “Best part? Not only will we show what it means to dance and party like hellhounds, but I have you all to myself, gorgeous.”

The female hellhound glowed with happiness and pride, squeezing his arm with affection. “I love the sound of that, stud.” The eyes of the couple met. “And I love you, so fucking much…”“I love you too. You’re the most gorgeous hellhound in all the rings and circles.”

Nicholas led the way back to the golden-colored elevators before taking a left. The couple wasn’t heading up to the second floor. Instead, they were heading to the huge area, right smack in the middle of the first floor. That’s what the map on Loona’s phone showed: just a large red square labeled dance floor. “Ready for this?” the green-furred hellhound asked.

“Let’s see…” went the white-furred female.

The couple rounded the corner and saw the dancing area. Loona let out a laugh of amazement. “What the-“ she began before bursting into giggles as all the beauty could do was that as words failed her. “WHAT?! Oh my god…!”

“Take it in, babe,” Nicholas said, grinning as his girlfriend and mate took it all in with her eyes.

“Nicholas…! I can’t believe this is all real!” she exclaimed, tail swishing. “Babe… this is just…! This is just incredible!”

The balcony viewing area was on the second floor. This was in the exact shape of the large square-like section, so one could easily view what was going on from any vantage point. A massive disco ball hung above the dance floor, its many glass panels glittering like tiny stars as it rotated. Other lights were flashing in time to the current song blasting from the speakers. A DJ booth on a raised platform right by the dance floor was occupied by a male demon, controlling the music and lights. Bodies of earth-born sinners and natural-born demons were in clusters on the dance floor, their bodies waving, grinding, and moving to the beat. However, there was no sense of being overcrowded. In fact, there seemed to be space for many beings of hell to dance on, including how the tiles of the floor here were also flashing with colors in time with the beat. All of this, plus how Loona had never been to a club before, really made the female hellhound excited.

“So, ready to get the groove on?” Nicholas asked her.

“YES!” she cheered. “LET’S TEAR IT UP, STUD!” Luckily, the volume of the music mostly drowned out Loona’s sentience, so while the green-furred male heard her, nobody else did.

Her purse wouldn’t get in the way of what would happen next. Plus, it was safer for the female hellhound to hold onto it, lest it get stolen. Nicholas led the way to the dance floor, just as a new track was turned on. The hellhound couple flashed each other grins as the lights from the floor panels and the surrounding area flashed. Loona, in terms of height, was only just shy of her head reaching the middle of Nicholas’s bicep, and looked like a tiny thing due to the green-furred male being much larger. But the way the female hellhound’s eyes blazed with burning need, love, and lust for Nicholas showed Loona’s inner fire matched the love of her existence in more ways than one.

Her paws reached up, gripping his shirt, wrapping a slender and sexy leg around Nicholas’s right. Looking up to him with a smirk, Loona felt his paws reach, cupping the small of her back and darling ass. Sticking her red tongue at him in an adorable gesture, the sexy female began to rub her crotch against Nicholas’s leg. Just as if Loona was doing the same thing to her boyfriend and mate’s junk. Just one second was all it took for the white-furred hellhound to feel her flower open, aroused, hot, and bothered. A drop of excitement leaked out, a sign that things were only about to get steamy and sexy for the hellhound couple.

“Mmm…” Nicholas growled into Loona’s ear. The noise he made was not threatening or meant to attack. She knew the bigger male was already aroused, eager, and ready to pleasure and please. Loona felt his teeth affectionately nibble on her ear, causing the smaller female to whimper with need. The grip of Nicholas got tighter on her as the beauty began to grind her crotch against his leg harder and faster. Loona now felt a damp spot forming.

“God, I fucking love you,” she growled with adoration into Nicholas’s ear. The female meant it; until the green-furred hellhound, Loona had not found another to connect with in this way. Someone who got who she was, who took all her faults, and still loved her back with fierce fire.

“And I love you, I love you so fucking much, Loona.” Nicholas’s hot breath made the female hellhound shiver. Reaching up, the white-furred female ran her tongue up, slowly, sexily on his fur, connecting it to the male’s mouth. Tongues dancing like spitting serpents, the two hellhounds ripped apart with gasps.

Nicholas held his arm out, allowing Loona to spin on the heels of her feet. The beauty’s long, grey hair whipped, a gorgeous sight to his eyes. The male caught her, as though the two hellhounds were in an intimate dance, with Loona’s back against his front. “C’MERE!” she growled, just loud enough for Nicholas to hear her over the sound of the music.

Wrapping his strong arms around her shaky body, the two hellhounds continued to make out wildly. Nobody paid the couple any mind as this sexy and intimate dance played out. Loona ground her ass against Nicholas’s crotch, feeling the massive bulge forming in his pants. Knowing what was hidden made the female hellhound sopping wet, like one glance from his fiery red eyes. The couple broke off their tongue fighting, gasping, panting slightly. “Fuck, you are truly the sexiest hellhound,” the male hellhound whispered in Loona’s right ear.

His large paws trailed from the female’s shaking hips, slowly creeping up to her small B-cup-sized tits. Nicholas didn’t need Loona to be the most busty female in the chest, curves, or ass to fall in love with her. Giving her orbs affectionate squeezes, Loona gasped, shuddering and moaning, for even with the strapless dress on, she could feel the heat coming from Nicholas’s paws, making her pretty pink nipples harden into points. In response, the female wrapped her tail around his body, trailing her left paw to Nicholas’s junk and nut sack. Feeling his massive member through his black pants, Loona managed to find his balls, giving them an affectionate squeeze back.

The two hellhounds felt the lust and need for the other thickening in the air by the second. It became too much when Loona felt Nicholas’s teeth bite her neck with a love bite. This was a kind act mates did to one another, a way to connect intimately, but the teeth never broke the fur or skin, nor did pain ever result. By now, another song had come and gone, only to be replaced by another. “Hoooo god…!” Loona gasped. “N-Nick!

“Wanna blow this joint and head back to my place?” he managed to whisper. The male quickly checked the time on his phone. “Damn, we’ve been here a couple of hours. If you’re ready to leave…”

“Yeah, I think I’ve had enough for now.” Her blazing white eyes met his red ones. “Now I need you, Nicholas. I want to be back at your place and you to fuck my brains out…” This arrangement would work as Blitzo didn’t expect Loona to come back to his place. Plus, the female hellhound favored her boyfriend and mate’s apartment, due to being larger, nicer, and best of all, a place that would allow the hellhounds to fuck with love, uninterrupted. Since some of her clothing, among a few other things, was already over there, the grey-haired female could crash at Nicholas’s place and have stuff to wear in the morning. Plus, his apartment was closer to the Five Fangs Club.

As the last beat of the current song faded, only to be replaced by a new beat, Nicholas took Loona’s paw into his right, the couple having wicked grins, knowing full well what was about to happen. The green-furred male led the way, back through to the entrance, all the way through the VIP pathway, and to his car in the special parking area. While Loona did grumble a little that the bigger male was careful to drive to the VIP lift to get back onto the streets, she understood why. Once the car was outside, Nicholas gunned it, speeding back to his place.

Parking the car in the designated spot, Nicholas made sure his car was locked before carrying Loona all the way up to his pad in his arms. It was on the second floor of the apartment building. “Getting tired yet, stud?” the white-furred female cooed, sticking her tongue out, loving how strong Nicholas was to carry her like a queen to his place. Her arms were wrapped around his strong neck.

“Not even close,” he replied, earning a lick and kiss from his girlfriend and mate.