Gamelover41592 – I worry if I make Blitzo a little too accepting of things, but then again I still think he's the kind of character who is hard to read as a rule.

Djinn – Thanks.

Enigmus-288 – She'll make it up to him as they go along.

Wolvmbm – Haven't gotten into Season Two just yet, I might just gloss over a lot of it or if I feel it will be useful for writing into a chapter or not.

Mr. Haziq – I was thinking of including her at the end of this minisode, but I decided against it because it didn't seem to fit in with the rest of this little side-chapter, but hopefully I can get the ball rolling in the next one.

Enigmus-288 Part 2 – No they are different characters, just to clarify.

MINISODE: Screwing the Pooch

Lincoln stared out the window, after Renon and the towing imp had departed. This was a secure and secret place, all right, so much so in fact that even I, the author, have no idea where it is.

Lincoln turned to his bed, and sat beside Loona who was an inch or two from him. Lincoln turned to his new pet Hellhound, who was looking up at him with anticipation.

He gently patted her head, "Well, we'll be safe as long as we stay here for the time being. You holding up, okay, girl?"

She snuggled close to him, "'Course, I'm with you, aren't I?"

Lincoln smiled, "Glad to hear it, but I have to admit, I've never had a roommate before, aside from this one time two of my sisters had a spat and one decided to bunk with me for a night or two."

She looked up at him, "Not even with someone who wasn't part of your family?"

"No," he responded, reaching to a comic on a nearby book stand, "Not even when I moved into my older sisters' room when they moved out."

"Sounds like you led a pretty lonely life," she remarked, "N-not that… there's anything wrong with being alone."

He patted her again as he put his jacket away, "Don't worry about it, I actually figured out while I was still alive that there's a time and a place when I needed to be alone and when I needed to be with someone, and most of the time, the room was where I go to be alone."

Loona looked a touch crestfallen hearing that, "I… um, I hope I won't be a bother living with you."

"As long as you stay a good dog," he smirked while facing her direction, "I think I wouldn't mind having you around as long as you behave yourself."

She looked aside with a blush, twirling a lock of her hair. Lincoln removed his shirt, allowing Loona to see his surprisingly athletic and lean build; without missing a beat Lincoln then undid his pants and was down to just his underwear now. Loona felt even more flustered with him being so comfortable as to just undress to the skivvies in the presence of a lady and think nothing of it, something that most "modern" women would probably cry foul over, which is a good thing Loona wasn't a "modern" woman, but his dog.

Glancing at him from the corner of her eye, Loona could feel herself get hot under the fur, it seems like it was that time of the year for her, when a female Hellhound was needy for intimacy. Lincoln looked up from his reading to see Loona, sitting a little bit further away and trying not to show any sign that gave away her thirst.

"You all right there, girl?" he asked, sitting up and setting his book aside.

Loona stopped what she was doing, feeling a bit flustered and freezing upon realizing she was caught, "Uh… yeah, I am perfectly fine, Lincoln."

"Uh-huh," he sniffed the air a minute, "and that isn't the smell of wet dog coming from you, is it?"

Loona stared down between her legs, and while her black shorts made it hard to tell, she had leaked a bit down there, and mixing with the body oils on her fur around her bitch-pussy made for a unique musk. She tried to hide it, "I… well, um, it's a little humid around here isn't it? Sweatier than Satan's arse."

"She's lying, Linc-o;" B-G whispered to the rabbit,"it's not hard to notice when a Hellhound is in heat and needs to satiate the craving."

"Loona," Lincoln was now close to her, his breath warm on the fur of her shoulder, "You don't have to hide anything from me, now that you're my little doggy…" he gently turns her face to meet his gaze, "…you can tell me what ails you."

She stammered for a good two or three seconds, before she stopped and took in a deep breath, "I…" she summoned all the willpower she could muster, "I… I want… I want you to fuck me, uh, Lincoln…"

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you." Lincoln responded, but he already had an idea what she muttered.

"I said I want you to fuck me!" she replied, this time with a bit more volume than she probably needed to.

"Well…" Lincoln looked her up and down, his expression being slightly disappointed.

Loona caught on to this and wondered what was running through his mind, "What?"

"Nothing is wrong it's just…" he paused a minute before settling on his response, "you look like a dog."

Now that was a bizarre thing to say to her, who basically was a dog – one that can walk on two legs – but still a dog, "Excuse me?"

"You look too much like a dog, Loona," Lincoln looked away and scratched the back of his head, "It just, um… feels a little weird."

"Um, A. You're a rabbit, and B. You fucked a bird" she replied noting the hypocrisy of one of Hellhare's sexual conquests.

"Yeah, but… Most owls don't have legs and hands like that on Earth." He retorted back.

"Oh they don't, do they?" she raised an eyebrow, "Most dogs don't look like this, either, you know?"

"Yeah, but a lot of people fuck four-legged dogs too." He replied, still hesitant.

Annoyed but understanding Lincoln's little hiccup, she shifts to her human form, "Fine, how about we just ease you into this, okay?"

Lincoln observed her human form in better detail since the last time, and a smile crossed his lips, "You know, your human form is really...you."

Loona looked away, blushing at Lincoln's compliment, "Y-you think so?"

"Yeah, the haircut and the pale skin, it really suits you." He could feel a slight bit of excitement rise as he examined her further, and he never realized just how attractive Loona looked.

Loona felt the same, feeling a rush of delight from Lincoln showing interest towards her, "Well... I've spent a lot of time like this...maybe we can have fun with it. You know… I always wanted to have someone who I could live with who'd make me their pet, and give me a good time whenever he felt like it."

"Uh, I haven't really done stuff like this before – being a pet-owner who fucks his pet…" Lincoln gently rubbed her thigh sensually, "I'll try my best to take good care of you, Loona."

Loona bit her lower lip, savoring Lincoln touching her naked flesh, and gasped in delighted surprise when she felt his fingers going beneath her shorts and on her soaked crotch, "Hold on, I need a little…"

Loona reached for a bottle of some Beelzejuice that Lincoln had kept in case Verosika came over and needed a stiff one that wasn't his stiff one, and which he allowed Loona access to if she needed some as well.

But Lincoln didn't want his pet to have her first experience with him done in a drunken haze, "Oh no you don't." He tugs her away from the drink.

Loona panicked a little bit as he did so, as every time she decided to pleasure herself without a partner, she usually did it while heavy on hard liquor, "Eh? W-wait, I don't usually do this stuff sober."

Lincoln reassured her as he pressed his face against her neck, taking in her musk, "You'll barely enjoy, or remember, the fun stuff, girl."

Lincoln quickly holds her down, so she is lying face-down on the mattress, "I like to assert dominance, first and foremost, girl, so I trust you'll not object and take what I have to offer without protest?"

Loona wags her tail, that is, if she was in her dog form she would be wagging it, but you get the idea. Lincoln started by playfully kissing and sucking on the skin of her neck, then proceeded under her shirt and fondled her breast, drawing a moan from Loona's mouth. Lincoln proceeded down to her bare shoulder, and he pinched her nipple as well; the Hellhound drooled as Lincoln continued his foreplay, and her sexlips were becoming moister as a result of his touch.

Lincoln decided to try something he's been meaning to try when he started having relations with women. He decided to surprise Loona and pulled her shirt over her to cover her eyes.

"Ah, what are you doing!?" Loona struggled in surprise at Lincoln's action, and was even more surprised by what followed. Lincoln leaned into her armpit and licked it, and Loona twitched and shrieked feeling his warm tongue run on her armpit and tickling her; but Lincoln weighed her down and continued, while Loona could do nothing but squirm and laugh uncontrollably as he did so.

After having his fun, Lincoln got off of Loona and helped her take off her top, smiling over her; after rolling on her back and catching her breath, "Uh… Haa… Fuck, what the shit, Lincoln!?"

"Come on, you liked that, my little doggy," Lincoln followed it up by motorboarding her bosom, merrily feasting on her pale flesh and playing with her hound-mounds. This made Loona chuckle, but a little less intensely as her cleavage wasn't as sensitive, getting a bit of sensual moaning out as Lincoln did so. He moved down from her chest, kissing and tracing his scent across her belly, and then smoothly helped slide her shorts off and away on the floor.

Lincoln pressed his face against her crotch, taking in the delightful scent of her snatch, making his timber rise to full form. He starts licking her puppy pink, spurting more of her natural lube around her labia and on his face. Loona squirmed as Lincoln ate her with increasing vigour. Unconsciously, Loona reverted back to her animal form as she was on the cusp of climax.

Lincoln pulled back in surprise as he felt her fur pop back into existence, Loona looks up at him to see why he stopped, and saw that she reverted back to her natural Hellhound form; she is embarrassed that she did so and stopped Lincoln from enjoying himself, "S-sorry…"

Lincoln smiles and reassures her, "No, no, it's… I'll admit I was surprised… but you know, I gotta admit you look really cute as a Hellhound too."

That made Loona smile and brighten up, and then her eyes trailed down to see his rooster, and she instinctively began panting and trembling with anticipation. Seeing how excited she was, and that she has been rather cooperative with him lately, Lincoln decides to give the horny dog what she wants. Lincoln grasps her hand and intertwines his fingers with hers as he leans down, and plunges forward into her plumbing, and he snuggles his face into her neck as she gasps in delighted surprise, going down to a soft moan as she exhaled.

Lincoln hammered her like the rabbit he was; he stopped tasting her neck and then dug his tongue into her mouth. He punched deeper and deeper, tasting and licking all over Loona's tongue as Loona helpfully guided his tongue around her mouth. Lincoln committed one final push as he held Loona's head down with his own, expending his testicle syrup into her receptacle.

Lincoln let her go and lied down next to her, both of them breathing heavily and feeling their muscles relax. Loona turned on her side and snuggled her face into Lincoln's shoulder.

"Satisfied, girl?" Lincoln asked, wrapping his arm around her and rubbing her head.

"Fuck yeah," she responded, nodding vigorously.

"Hey, language now," he said facetiously, slapping her cheek with only a negligible bit of force.

I felt bad about Lincoln and Loona not canoodling lovingly, so consider this a continuation of the preceding chapter, as we move on to new developments in the story.