It was a cold and crispy evening. A breeze howling through the Hellhound's window like ghosts. The dead, leafless branches of a tree tapping on her window like gnarled fingernails. Loona sat on her bed, her red eyes focused on the compact mirror in her paw. After running around all day with her employees, her hair and makeup looked like hell. Loona knew what hell looked like. She lived there. The Hellhound straightened her clothes before pushing up the window so she could slip out into the night with the Grimoire tucked under one arm and over to her friend's house. An online friend.
Loona double checked her phone. Slipping the helpful grimoire into a shoulder bag. She approached the dilapidated mall. There was an 80s style restaurant, gaming arcade, cinema and laser tag arena. Loona rolled her eyes and swept her hair back as she entered the first of the three floors.
What a shithole.
Loona was something of an expert on places like this. She had seen some shitholes before Blitzo adopted her.
"Hey! Is anyone here? Hello?" She called out through cupped paws. "Yo! Roxanne?"
Only silence answered her.
Loona shrugged and looked around. Her red eyes adjusted quickly to the darkness. Her ears swiveled. The young Hellhound smelled a very metallic grease from band equipment and very old pizza. Since Blitzo was out on "business" (fucking an owl-like Overlord) for the next couple of days, Loona had not eaten yet. She padded past a display of creepy animatronics in the dining area towards the kitchen. Loona foraged around for something to eat while she texted Roxanne.
She heard a phone chime from the dining area and set off to clicking.
Where are you?
Loona texted. The notification was deafening in the emptiness and darkness.
Right behind you.
"You ready to rock 'n roll, Loonie?" Roxanne asked the young Hellhound, sweeping the green streak of hair back into the rest of her uncoloured, grey hair. Looming over the Hellhound. How had Roxanne gotten there without a single sound? The only things here when she walked in were the creepy animatronics posed as if they were living creatures like her.
She couldn't be- Could she? No. Don't be an idiot, Loona.
Loona was surprised as Roxanne invited her to sit down on a bed in the backroom. Loona had not been invited to or participated in girls nights before. This was a new experience for her. With all the usual trappings from applying makeup to pillow fights. Roxanne was NOT a robot. Her fur was velvet soft to the touch. She was a real wolf.
Loona tried not to feel flustered. Her legs angled high up in the air as the wolf painted her toenails a toxic, neon green that matched the streak in Roxanne's mane of hair.
"So tell me about yourself, Loonie."
Only Blitzo called her that. Hearing Roxanne say it made her chest tighten and her heart flutter.
"Lean back." Roxanne purred, picking a feather out of Loona's hair. The bed creaked beneath the combined weight of the Hellhound and the anthropomorphic wolf.
The wolf tore off Loona's black lace bra. Too pent up to unclip the flimsy clasp. Roxanne lowered her head to flick Loona's nipples with her tongue. Loona let out a sound somewhere between a squeal of delight and laughter, her legs spreading as wide as they could to suck Roxanne's fingers into her pussy. The wolf swirled her fingers between the Hellhound's legs. Pressing all the right places. The triangle of black lace bulged and itched. Loona yearned for more of her plush, silverish-grey fur rubbing on the purplish-grey fur. Roxanne was on the edge of climax while straddling Loona on the bed.
It took Roxanne every ounce of self control to repress the urge to cum. Instead she leaned in. She intended to lick Loona's cheek, but she missed and licked the side of her neck instead. Loona laughed as Roxanne made a face after getting a mouthful of long, silver-grey hairs for her trouble.
"Ew!" Roxanne pulled back to wipe her maw on the back of her hand.
Loona laughed uproariously. Louder than the snickers and scoffs she emitted in the IMP office.
"It's not as easy as it looks in the movies, okay?"
Roxanne was not going to be dissuaded. This time she licked Loona's lip and trailed her tongue down her cheek to her collarbone and finally grinding to a halt on the curve of Loona's breast.
"What are you doing?!" Loona gasped.
"I'm going to make you feel like you make me feel." Roxanne replied with a twinkle in her otherwise disinterested eyes. Looking sexier than a Hellhound on the beach.
"And how is...that?"
"You're about to find out."
Roxanne's fingers moved in an irregular rhythm. Teasing Loona's G-spot. Spurring the Hellhound to the best climax of her life, but Roxanne was not done with her yet. She wanted more. She still had a couple of hours until the security guard's night shift ended and she would return to performing.
"Aww, is Loonie tired?" The purplish-grey wolf teased in a sultry voice.
Loona nodded, panting. Her skin quivering, coated in a thin sheen of perspiration. Roxanne sunk down to rest between Loona's legs. Roxanne spread Loona's legs with her hands. Committing every godly inch of her skin to memory. Worshiping the shrine of Loona. Replacing her gentle fingers with her hot and moist tongue. Licking the folds of the Hellhound's tight, wet pussy. If she was in her human disguise, Loona's blush would have spread from her cheeks to colour her entire face a tomato shade of red.
"S-stop!" Loona shouted, surprising herself. "D-don't…"
Roxanne could not ignore the puppy eyes that her new best friend angled in her direction. Roxanne pulled back and slapped the heat between Loona's legs.
Loona yelped from a mixture of surprise and lewd pleasure.
Roxanne's saliva started to have an odd effect on Loona's breasts. A tingle spread from the marks left behind by Roxanne's teeth. Loona's breasts suddenly felt fuller and rounder. She reached up to cup her own breasts with a moan through her gritted teeth. She was awestruck by their squishiness. Especially since her nipples stood out like lighthouses. Her erect nipples and swollen areolas brushed against her fingers with a sensation that made her pussy ache. An ache that was mercifully satisfied by Roxanne's tongue.
Normally Loona's breasts were small and easily hidden beneath her shirt. Was this what heaven felt like? She wouldn't know, being a denizen of hell. She was the only one who wasn't surprised as her breasts grew so much she could no longer see Roxanne. She didn't know her eternally pubescent body could feel these desires. Roxanne continued to please Loona. Roxanne could hold her breath so she could not be smothered by these expanding titties that had already reached the size of a world record breaking watermelon one might find at a country fair.
What Roxanne did not expect was her own breasts to start expanding as well. To the size of two large beach balls. Her purplish-grey fur stretched over the two mountains of boobage that spilled out from between Loona's hands and her own. Roxanne and Loona's breasts dragged over the ground. They could only hear each other's fits of lewd moaning and giggling. It was like an adult cartoon that featured on 90s television.
"Let's measure these shall we? They'd make a record breaking Holstein envious." Roxanne reached for a measuring tape from one of the nearby drawers. "How about I measure yours first? Then you can...measure mine?" The wolf bit her own bottom lip and fluttered her long eyelashes.
The task was made demonstrably harder due to the fact Loona and Roxanne couldn't move due to the size of their boobs. Which at this point, filled half of the backroom in the mall complex.
Roxanne pinched one end of the tape between her fingertips, skimming her fingernails down the length of the tape. Fingernails that Loona had painted black some time during their first conversation. Roxanne flicked her wrist. Letting the tape unfurl onto the floor. Disappearing below her line of sight. Which was obscured by her mountainous milkmakers.
"Hold the end of this, Loonie." Her speech was slurred by a hysterical giggle fit. "Thanks!"
Loonie obliged while the wolf scrutinized the marking on the tape.
"Wow! You're HUMONGOUS. Me next!"
Loona fumbled to grasp the tape and loop it around the wolf's milk makers. There was no bra large enough for one of their breasts, let alone both. Loona felt like a penguin with all this shuffling. At least if she fell over, she would land in her own cleavage. Her heart raced. What if she got stuck on her back like a turtle? Smothered by her own breasts? Like an airbag in a car.
"Are you sure this is okay? Our...um...boobs are the size of large hippos. VERY large hippos."
"Don't worry. It will wear off by the morning. Have some fun with it, Loonie." Roxanne's hand disappeared into Loona's fun-bags as she pet them.
Delirious from lust, Loona lost track of the time that passed. Both Roxanne and Loona soon couldn't do more than trip over and land face first into their carnival bounce-house sized breasts. Roxanne's clothes were torn to pieces by the bizarre phenomena. Loona was glad her clothes were already tossed to the floor. The bed creaked again. Loona and Roxanne's moans devolved into howls of climax that made their breasts jiggle like jello.
"Naaaw. It's almost 6AM. I hope to see you again some time, Loonie. This was fun." Roxanne smiled. The Hellhound was snuggled against her. Her head rested on the wolf's ample chest. They both heard a key turning in the lock and panicked. Unable to do more than waddle and hope to push each other out the door like a game of pinball.
When Loona woke the next morning, she was back in her bed with the grimoire tucked safely beneath her pillow. She was dressed in only her black lace panties. Her toenails painted a toxic, neon green. Her hair tousled by Roxanne's desperate, grasping fingers.
"Ah, fuck." Loona rolled over and pressed a pillow over her face. "Not the Sunshine."
"OH! LOOONNIIIEEE~"
"Five more fucking minutes!" She called out to Blitzo, looking for her phone.
Whenever you want to rock 'n roll, you know where to find me.
Roxanne's text read.
"Shit!" She cursed as she rolled over, realizing that her breasts were noticeably larger than usual. Mercifully they were not dragging on the ground like they were at the mall. At most, now Blitzo would coo at Loona and tell her she had finally reached puberty. It was like a magic spell. She could not remember how she got home and back to normal. Not the first time she had to sneak home with no memory of what happened the night before. Only this time, there was no splitting headache. She did remember how her and Roxanne's breasts had made it difficult to get out of the backroom when they heard a nightguard's key turning in the lock with their heightened canine senses of hearing. How they both giggled and moaned until, as Loona assumed, the breast expansion wore off.
