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Who's That Father?

Legs

(Then: Beelzehaven, Cerberus Elementary)

"You're nothing but a Trashbin Bastard!" A tight gray fist knocked a tooth out of his mouth and a scrawny orange Hellhound swallowed back his whimpers as he was left on the ground. The eleven year old pup struggled to get back to his feet, but his body gave out on him. The group of pups around him laughed and sneered.

"Stay down in the dirt where you belong, Uzumaki." A final kick to the gut had him curl into a fetal position and whine. A steel can lid dropped onto him, and he whimpered. Something was broken. His mouth tasted like blood. He might've lost control of his bladder — should've pissed before he left class that day.

"Hey! The fuck are you guys doing?"

"Well well well. Black Hole Vore-Tex, you missed all the fu—Oomph!"

Sounds of a fight had him crack his eye open. A big black Hellpup cracked his fist against his assailant while the rest of the group ran away. The ringleader got put into a headlock and dragged over to look down at him.

"Fucking morons, you know who that is? Huh? You know who I am, huh?!"

"Some fat nobody and his orange bitch!"

"Wrong answer, Delane!" A firm knee to the gut had the other pup wheeze out his own whine. Yeah, cracked ribs weren't fun, asshole.

"He glued my sister's ass to her chair yesterday!"

"Because she tripped him in the hall, stupid! You think you got him bad today? Tomorrow he's gonna do worse to you! Uzumaki doesn't get even, he gets back. And if he can't, I will! So before I have to toss you in the dumpster with the rest of the trash, why don't you get your ass out of here back to The Heights and jump on a silver spoon or something!" The assailant was thrown into a bunch of cans. The big black pup huffed and walked over to him. "Aw, geez...Runt. You alive?"

"Mm-fin." He wheezed around a whine. The black Hellpup helped him up and he cradled his side. "Fuckers jumped me."

"Fuck, I told you to hold up. I just had to talk to my dad real fast about dinner."

"Had t' piss...an' was hungry."

"Geez, bro. C'mon, let's get you back to the orphanage. Miss Jane should be able to patch you up."

"Fuckin Thursday. She's high."

"Then I guess you're sleeping it off. C'mon, man."

(Now: Beelzehaven, Diamond Dog Dens)

"Yeah, I think I found it. Thanks, Rios. Nah. Enjoy the night off." Naruto hung up his Hellphone as he walked up to a nice little manor that had a pair of nice looking cars out front: a cherry red sports car and a silver SUV. He glared at the two vehicles for a moment before he walked up the path that went to the big green door. He knocked a few times until a Rottweiler-looking hound greeted him. The hound did a double take.

"Unholy shit...Y-You're Naruto Uzumaki."

"Last I checked." Naruto smiled. It was nice to have hometown infamy sometimes. Didn't hurt that Friday he had to make a public appearance with Chief Tsume – who wasn't thrilled he didn't mate up with Hana, but wasn't angry his personal assistant hooked up with her either – and The Mayor. "Say, can you bring your pup out here for a second? Aspen, right? One of my guys noticed him while he worked the school protection detail. Nothing bad, just a chat."

"Uh, y-yeah. Sure!" The hound ducked back in the house and Naruto turned to scan the street. A very nice neighborhood, as expected of The Dens, much more spaced out than his place up in The Heights. Dark enough he wouldn't be noticed. He glanced at the camera by the door. Must be for robberies.

"Aspen," ah the Hound was back. Aw, what a cute little runt. He almost felt bad for what was about to happen. Almost. "This is Mr. Uzumaki."

"Hi."

"Hey sport." Naruto crouched down to smile at him. "You're Aspen, huh? You're pretty big, kiddo. How old are you?"

"...Six."

"Seven next week." Aspen's oblivious dad grinned proudly. As he should.

"You're gonna be seven? Wow!" Naruto let his ears perk up in mock surprise as he smiled. "That's so cool...But do you know what's not cool?"

The Pup seemed to sense a rise of tension in the air by how he shrank back against his father. That's a red flag. One of his parents must be a mean drunk, The Dens were fucking notorious for it. Still, the pup shook his head. Naruto dropped his smile and bared his teeth.

"Calling a little girl a 'Trash-Can Bastard', because only real bastards call other Hellhounds that."

"Whoa! Hey, asshole, you can't just talk to my son li-!" Before dad could figure out what was going on, Naruto shot up to his full height and clocked the shorter Hellhound hard across the face. The father of the pup that made his girl cry bounced off the brick wall and fell off the porch. He started to bleed out on the path. Naruto caught Aspen by the scruff and yanked him up when he tried to run inside. He glared into the puppy's now wide red eyes.

"Did your daddy teach you those words?" Aspen stared at him and he snarled. "Answer me, you little shit!"

"No!"

"Did your mommy?" Aspen hesitated and whined. Naruto snarled. "Did your mommy call someone's puppy a trash-can bastard?!"

"Y-Yes!" He sniffled. "She-she said Hima was one! She doesn't like the guard dogs at school! She thinks they're dummy heads and-and Hima should've just gotten left in a or-or-or-vantage!"

...Yeah, Naruto had some work cut out for him tonight.

"Aspen, does your Mommy drink?" the puppy nodded. "Is she drinking right now?" He nodded again and sniffled. "Alright, let's go talk to Mommy."

"D-daddy-?"

"He's just sleeping." Naruto made sure he pulled his punch. The Hound would've gone through the wall or gotten his skull caved in if he hadn't. He walked into the fuck off house and into the dining room. His shadow fell over the drinking occupant in the room and she groaned.

"Dammit, Christopher, I told you I need to rel–! Oh my Beelz–Aspen?!"

"Mommy!" The puppy cried and Naruto growled at him.

"You keep your mouth shut!" He snarled at the cowed pup and then glared at the stammering drunk little twig of a greyhound and walked toward her. "Fucking Fifi Delane, I should've fuckin' known you're behind this shitter's foul mouth."

"Uz-Uzumaki." The little bitch had been a thorn in his side since they were pups in elementary. An annoyance, but nothing serious. Nothing harmful. Until now, when her pup made his cry. "What are-? Put my son down right now or-or I'll call the cops!"

"We both know you won't do that." Naruto held the crying Aspen up. "Nice spawn you got here. Is he the reason you still live in the Dens and not in the gutter? You back that poor bastard you call a husband into a shotgun wedding?"

"I..You can't..!"

"You wanna know what he did today? Your little golden ticket here?" Naruto bared his teeth as she backed into a wall. "He called my daughter a Trash-Can Bastard. Now, he wouldn't have happened to learn that from you, did he?"

"Who gives a shit?!"

"Oh, I dunno, bitch, but given its my daughter he insulted, maybe I give a shit!" Naruto snapped as he towered over her. He thrust a claw into her face as he snarled. "Which means you, by proxy, give a shit!"

"You can't do–! You're nothing but a thug!"

"You're right. I'm a thug." Naruto nodded. He looked at Aspen. "Aspen? Has Mommy ever hit you while she was drinking?"

"Don't you answer him!"

"Bitch, I will rip your fucking head off! Shut the fuck up!" He snarled and then looked at Aspen. "Answer me, has Mommy ever hit you when she was drinking?"

Aspen looked between the two adults before he curled further in the air and nodded.

"You ungrateful little-!"

"Thought so." Naruto glared at the bitch. "I might be a thug, a brute, a killer, and even an all around asshole, but I don't get fucking wasted and beat my puppy to compensate for my shitty imperfect life." The bitch had the gall to growl at him. Liquid Courage at its finest. "Aspen, I'm going to set you down on a chair. You sit there and you don't fucking move."

"Don't listen-!"

"Ignore her." Naruto glared into the Puppy's eyes again. "She got you into this mess by being a bad mommy. I'm going to show you what I do to bad mommies, and you're gonna fucking watch. Okay?" The teary eyed Aspen nodded. "Good boy."

He set Aspen on a chair and no sooner did the little pup's ass touch the seat did Fifi make a break for it. Naruto caught her arm as she ran by. He squeezed. It cracked. She screamed.

"No! No no no! Please! Please, don't! Stop!"

"How many times has your puppy said that to you?" Naruto growled. He brought his open palm up and swung it down across her face. Once. Twice. Five times. Six. Eight. Her face was swollen when he was done. She whined and whimpered along with her puppy, and he hauled her up by her bruised arm. "Now, you listen to me, and you listen fucking good, bitch: Tonight was a fucking warning. I don't care what you do next, but you don't lay another fucking hand on that puppy, not a single fucking claw, until he can fight back. You don't call my daughter, or anyone else's pup, a worthless birth. You get me?"

Fifi whimpered and nodded.

"...Your arm will heal in two days as long as you don't use it. Can't do anything for your face." Naruto grumbled as he dropped her to the floor. He went back to Aspen, bent over to look him in the eye. "You saw what I did?"

Aspen nodded as he whined.

"You know why I did it?"

"...Because I called Himawari a bad name and made her cry..."

"That's right." Naruto nodded. He slowly lifted his hand and rubbed Aspen's head, ignoring the flinch the pup gave. He gave the puppy a moment to relax and stared him in the eyes. "Don't do it again, not just to Himawari. To anyone. Or I'll come back here and teach you the same lesson I taught your mommy. Okay?"

Aspen nodded.

"Good boy." Naruto lifted him off the chair under his arms and put him on the floor. "Go get ready for bed, you've got school tomorrow."

"O-Okay."

He waited for the little puppy to run upstairs before he looked back at the sobbing bitch on the floor.

"Don't make me come back here again, Fifi."

She whined, nodded and curled up into a ball as she sobbed. He ignored her as he walked by and sent a text to W.T.F.'s tech specialist to erase his visit from their camera's memory. A smiley face and thumbs up emoji was the response.

Satisfied, he pocketed his phone and walked up the path away from the manor. While doing so, he broke one of the mirrors off of the cherry red sports car and at the foot of the drive, he turned around to chuck the mirror through the SUV's windshield. The alarms went off causing lights to flick on around the street and angry shouts to be made. He looked back at the still unconscious Hellhound outside the manor before he strolled away.

Himawari was at a sleepover, so he could take his time getting home. He adjusted a few settings on his watch as he walked. He would be able to sleep in and relax until it was time for his date.

(Then: Beelzehaven, Hellhound Heights)

"Right there! Right there! Fuck, yes!" Roxanne snarled as the bed she was kneeling on made a dent in the wall. "Pull my hair–C'mon, do it harder, you shitter! I can take it!"

"Rox, I'm going to–" Naruto snarled and tugged on her hair as his hips collided into hers. He was on the cusp, that familiar churn in his loins and the near swelling of his knot told him so. His eyes clenched shut and he bared his fangs. "Fuuuuck...I'm going to knot!"

"No, jackass! You haven't earned my fuckin' womb yet! Not unless you fuckin' bite!"

A sharp click caught his ear and he stopped thrusting. What was–? A soft pitter-patter of feet had his heart sink. Fuck...Fuck. No-no-no! Dammit! He groaned and pulled out before he snagged the comforter from the floor and threw it over Roxanne.

"Hey, asshole, what the fu–?!"

"Shut the fuck up, Rox!" He snapped as he grabbed a pair of – his? Yes, his. – his running shorts from the floor and tugged them on. He hissed and almost collapsed when the elastic snapped into his dickhead when there was a knock at the door. Ow, shit, that hurt! He huffed and grumbled as he went to the door to pull it open.

Low and behold, a teary eyed three-year-old, bordering on four-year-old, puppy looked up at him. She had her little arm wrapped around her brand new stuffed Queen Bee doll – based on a new cartoon or something Bee-lzebub released for the puppies to enjoy; boy did she enjoy it, he was going to go broke buying the stupid toys – and whimpered. Any sort of arousal or Lust he'd been feeling was dashed and replaced with immediate concern for her.

"Oh, Pickle." He gathered his puppy up in his arms and nuzzled her head. "Shh, shh...What's wrong, baby girl?"

"Daddy! Daddy! Wuz a Ni'mare!" She whined and clung to him. Her tears started to dampen his coat as she rubbed her face against his neck and sobbed. "Wuz scare-ee!"

"Shh, it's okay, Pickle. Daddy's got you." Naruto sighed and nuzzled her again while he stroked her back. "Shh, that's a good girl...Daddy's here."

"Oh, fuck. Is this seriously fucking happening?" Roxanne groaned as she readjusted herself in the bed. Naruto glared at her from over his shoulder.

"I'm not exactly fuckin' thrilled about it either, Rox."

"Just fuckin' put her to bed and get back to railing me–!"

"Hey, watch it!" He snapped around a loud growl. Himawari whined and he looked down at her, then back at Rox. "Look, tonight's off."

"Are you fuckin' serious?! Do you know what sort of gig I gave up to get here?!" Roxanne snarled. He snarled back and felt his hackles rise.

"I didn't ask you to give up a fucking gig for a rut!"

"No, this is horse shit, Naruto! She's fucking three, not an infant!" She got off of the bed and stormed over to jab him in the side as she glared up at him from where her admittedly taller than average female height ended. "You called me, and I expected to get a good fucking! Not to get edged because your cuck-pup had a bad dweam!"

"What the fuck did you just call–?!" Naruto stopped himself when Himawari whined and shrank into his chest. He closed his eyes and stroked her head before he growled. "Rox, if you're still in my fucking room when I get back, getting edged and skipping a gig will be your last fucking concern."

"Is that supposed to be a promise?" His eyes snapped open to glare at her, glowing blue met her red.

"No." Naruto snarled. "It's a fuckin' threat."

"...Wait." She blinked and her ears drooped. "Are...Are you...You're really kicking me out?"

"Yes, Rox. I'm really kicking you out." He bent himself forward to get in her face, hide his puppy from her line of sight, and bare his teeth. She had the fucking decency to flinch back– he didn't take solace in her submission, but the thing she called his puppy was damn near unforgivable – and her tail curled at her feet. "It's my house. It's my pup. It's my decision. Now get the fuck out of my house before I come back, or I'll fuckin' throw you out through the fucking window!"

Himawari whimpered and flinched from his raised voice. He huffed once more before he left the she-hound in his room and took his scared puppy back to hers.

It took thirty minutes to calm her back down, to reassure her that what happened wasn't her fault, that she wasn't in trouble, to get the some-what comprehensible explanation of her nightmare – that was the last fucking time he let her have any kind of vegetable before bed for a long while; green peppers would have to stay a daytime snack – and a lot of kisses, pets and cooes of sweet-nothings before he was able to get her to settle down for sleep. When he was sure she was out, he went back to his room.

Thankfully, Roxanne wasn't there, and neither were her clothes.

Oddly enough, the shirt he wore during his evening workout before she showed up and they started their fun wasn't where he left it on the floor. Huh, maybe it's under the bed–? ...Nope. Weird. Fuck it. He was too tired, frustrated, horny, and annoyed to worry about it. With a grumble, he stripped the bedding and threw it in the wash with a heavy scent cleaner, and then collapsed in the recliner in his living room. He groaned into his hand and tried to ignore the unpleasant throb that went on down between his legs.

Getting cut off like that sucked – fucking understatement, his angry, swollen blue testicles would exclaim if they had the ability, he was sure of it – but his puppy came first.

Himawari always came first.

(Now: Pride Ring Transit Station, aka PRTS)

"Gluttony, Gluttony, Gluttony...Where the fuck is Gluttony on this thing?"

Wearing a high-collared long-sleeved black halter top that had an open chest window with a small pentagram centered by a strip of fabric and a jean-skirt that was held up by a studded belt, Loona grumbled as she looked up at the Lift Flap Display for the PRT's next trip to the Ring her date was waiting for her at. She bit her lip and looked down at her phone, debating whether she should ask or not. She had an hour until she needed to be at the restaurant he specified, but she'd never actually gone to Gluttony before.

"Need help finding something, runt?"

"Fuck!" Loona jumped at the sudden voice and spun around with a growl. Whoever thought they could just sneak up on her and call her that was – Her jaw dropped slightly and she gulped. Standing a foot or so taller than her was a gorgeous grey-coated wolf-like Hellhound with acid green dye in her hair, tight red shorts that hugged her hips, a low-cut red shirt and a black leather jacket. Golden eyes stared down at her from over the rims of her black sunglasses and her lips pulled back in a smirk.

"Listen, twerp, I know I'm beautiful, but we are in public. Try not to make a scene. Or a fucking mess."

"...Uh, right. Sorry." She shook her head and felt her tail wag. "Sorry, right, um, it's just you're...You're Roxanne."

"The one and only." The Rockstar pushed her sunglasses up and crossed her arms. "And you're trying to get into Gluttony, right? First time?"

"Er...Yeah." Loona admitted with a grimace. Roxanne smirked and turned away, her long grey tail swished just millimeters out of Loona's face. The amount of ...whatever residual drug cocktail that was released with the action almost made her sneeze. It did make her look at the tail's base...and the firm cheeks that those leather shorts did nothing to hide. Like...damn. Talk about a cake...and the thicc legs that led up to it just kept going. And going.

...Fuck, sometimes Loona hated being such a bisexual disaster.

The rockstar got three more steps away before she looked back.

"You comin', or what?"

...Oh! Right! Walking! Yes. Loona should do that. She hurried up and fell in step with the taller she-hound.

"So, what's waiting for you in Gluttony?" Roxanne asked as they walked past the ticket booth Lessers and Imps were lined up outside to another stand where a muscled doberman-headed Hound stood. A collie-looking mother and a pup hanging onto her dress were chatting to the ticket-dog, which meant they had to get in line. Annoying. "Family? Party at Queen Bee's?"

"A date." Loona muttered. "In somewhere called 'Rave Town'."

"Fuck, that sounds like a shitty date. Taking you to that trash compactor for your first time in the Ring." Roxanne huffed and lowered her shades to glare at the Hound behind the counter when they stepped up. "She's with me, Dennis."

"So, that's two more on your tab, huh, Rox? Alright." The hound drawled as he printed two tickets and Roxanne snatched them with a growl. She walked off and the Hound smirked at her. "Psst. Don't let that bitch boss you around too much, it goes to her head. Unless you're into that sort of thing."

"...Right." Loona gave the domestic mutt a confused stare before she followed the rock star through a side door. A smaller waiting station than what was available for the Grand Lift waited on the other side. The mother and pup from before were seated on a bench, with the puppy gasping upon seeing Roxanne approach.

"Sup, kid." She nodded and strolled past, which meant Loona had to follow suit. Roxanne leaned against the far wall and checked her phone. Loona leaned on the one adjacent, ignoring the weird, dried spill on the bench beside her as best she could.

"The next lift will be here in fifteen minutes. There's a schedule on the car, take a picture of it when you can. Hasn't changed since it got installed." Roxanne huffed and crossed her arms. She glanced down at Loona from the side-gap in her sunglasses. "So, now you know. Only Hounds and Queen Bee's invitees know about this lift. Barely anyone uses it though."

"Why?" Loona asked, brow furrowed.

"You've seen the Grand Lift, right? Yeah, story goes that it used to run to Gluttony...then one day Queen Bee got peckish and saw a giant apple coming from the sky..."

"She ate it?" Loona deadpanned.

"Yep." Roxanne chuckled and nodded. "In one bite. Fuckin' bitch ruined a good thing for all of us. Now we have to ride this fuckin' thing or call a cab. Maybe the cabs will rob you blind, but there's a chance you won't have one as gnarly as the Rotten Lift is. "

"Huh." Loona blinked. Why hadn't Naruto told her–Probably because he likely wouldn't know she was going to come by elevator. She glanced back at Roxanne. "So then why are you riding it?"

"It's cheaper than a fuckin' cab."

"...And you have a tab running?"

"Inside joke." Roxanne shrugged. She waved a hand. "Queen Bee covers all transit for Hounds since Lucifer refused to fund the Rotten Lift's construction after her fuckup. She might be a total jackass and goof off a lot for her parties and shit, but she cares in her own way. More than any of the other fuckin' Sins. Don't even get me fucking started on our fucked up Princess – Sinner redemption, such a fuckin' crock. Almost as much of a joke as fuckin' occupying Beelze..."

"Right." Loona drawled, a bit weirded out by the grumbling that started up. Whatever, to each their own. She pulled her phone out to text Naruto her status, and jumped when Roxanne let out a loud groan.

"Alright, fine." Roxanne pulled her sunglasses off and tucked them into her jacket. She leaned into Loona's space again and curled her lip in a snarl. "You get one selfie. Anything else will cost you. That's what I fuckin' get for being nice..."

She wasn't planning on taking one, but fine. Whatever. Loona turned and snapped a picture off. She shuddered at the huff of warm breath on her ear.

"Alright, there's your one." Roxanne leaned back up against the wall. She let her eyes close and crossed her arms again. "Don't try to sneak anymore, I can hear the shutter."

"Right." Loona mumbled, more than a bit weirded out. She leaned on her wall and brought her phone up to send a message to her date. Maybe it won't be that impressive to him, but...she still thought it was cool. Even if Roxanne was...weird. And kind of a bitch. Super hot, though, so...worth it?

(U'll nvr guess who I ran into)

(IMAGE)

(Sweet fuck)

(Lucky u!)

(The Rockstar)

(IKR?!)

(Where r u 2?)

(RTS 2 Gluttony)

(Waiting)

(Is it always this gross?)

(Shit)

(Yes)

(Should've warned u)

(Sorry)

(NBD)

(Wouldn't have met Roxanne)

And that was the highlight of the day so far. Maybe the date would change that, but...yeah, it was kind of hard to top this.

(True)

(Guess I should get out of bed)

If he was in bed, Loona would cut her tail off. It was almost eleven. With how anal he was about his watch and scheduled shit, she doubted he was actually in bed. ...But fuck, that was an amazing mental image. Only way it could be better was if she was in it with him.

(Meet u at the station here)

(If u want)

(Feel kinda bad)

(Blindside u like that)

She smiled at the message and felt her tail wag. Shit, he was sweet.

(Sounds nice)

(C U Soon?)

(U 2)

Loona let her tail wag as she closed her messaging app and started to scroll through Sinstagram. She looked at Roxanne and opened her mouth to ask if she could post the picture – since she seemed so fucking sensitive about it – when the rock star's pocket started to blare some hard rock.

Bring out the fire, bring out the flames!

Hold the line and steady your aim!

(Hey! Hey!)

And raise your Fist Into The Air!

Loona's brows shot up. Was that a new track in development? She didn't recognize it or the singer. With a growl, Roxanne pulled her phone out at the sound and put it up to her ear.

"The fuck do you want?" Wow, she sounded annoyed...but her tail started to wag. Huh, weird. The tail wagged faster even as she growled. "...I can't be nice? ...Fuck you! Why the fuck do you even care?...The bitch was just standing there staring at the fuckin' Flap Board, asshole! It's her first time going to the Ring! ...Why. The Fuck. Do you. Even care?!" Her tail went still and her jaw popped open. "...What?"

A sharp shrieking squeal caused her to miss the rest of the one-sided conversation. Loona had to actually physically cover her ears and only stopped when a ticket was shoved into her stomach. She grimaced as a hiss sounded while the elevator settled into the station. She looked around and spotted Roxanne walking back toward the door to the PRTS main lobby. Something must've happened on that phone call.

"Have a nice fucking ride while it lasts, bitch!" The rockstar shouted over her shoulder as her tail lashed about.

Okay...Weird. Whatever. Loona shook the exchange off and got onto the lift. A shaky old terrier-faced Hellhound took her ticket. She took a seat beside the mother and pup from before. She managed to ignore them up until the pup started to poke her arm.

"Hi, I'm Lassie!" She was a cute little fuzzball, about as cute as Naruto's little runt, maybe younger though. She had a bright smile on her face. "Is Miss Roxxie your sister?"

Fuck, Loona hoped not. That bitch seemed a little crazy, if hot. Maybe if Loona was drunk or high enough and had a chance she'd hit it, but...no.

"No." Loona shook her head and smirked. "We just met today."

"Oh...She's so cool!"

"...Sure."

"Lassie, leave the nice lady alone." The mother insisted softly. She smiled at Loona. "Thank you for indulging her, but next time feel free to just ignore her or even snap at her. Puppies need to be taught proper boundaries when they're young or they'll just become mindless, violent brutes."

"...Yeah, I'll get right on parenting your puppy for you." Loona scoffed and looked at her phone. Puppies she'd be decent to because they didn't fucking know better. Grown bitches like this one needed to get the fuck over themselves. Honestly, trying to make her parent the puppy...Some fucking demons.

"NEXT STOP, GLUTTONY RING TRANSIT. PLEASE CLEAR THE BOARDING DOOR."

"Fuck, loud enough?" She grumbled. She rubbed at her ears and groaned. "Should've brought my headphones..."

(Now: Beelzehaven, Gluttony Ring Transit Station)

"Hey! You...look like you had a rough ride." Naruto smiled despite the dark glare Loona aimed at him. Her hair and tail were just a little frizzed, likely from the loud noises the mediocre elevator had, but her outfit was...she looked hot. He especially appreciated the midriff revealing top and shorts she had on – his tail hadn't stopped wagging since he spotted her.

"I'm taking a fucking cab next time." She grumbled.

"Probably a good idea." He chuckled and glanced into the car. He frowned when there was a noticeable lack of almost eight feet of Rockstar demanding any sort of attention. "I thought you said Roxanne was on the lift with you?"

"She stormed off as it showed up. I think she got into an argument with her agent or maybe a bodyguard...they had a lot of details about how we met." Loona grumbled as she tried to straighten her hair out. She whined when her claws got stuck in a portion of it. "Shit, ow-ow-ow, I think I have a knot in my hair."

"Can I help?" He offered. She tugged at it a few times before she grumbled around her whimpers and nodded. He gently plucked her claws out of her hair before he pulled her to the side out of the foot-traffic. He scraped the very tips of his claws against his teeth and then glided them from the top of her head down. The brief resistance he felt was snipped by his claws' sharpness. "The trick, I've found, is to just accept the knot as a lost bundle. Like part of your shedded coat."

It was a slow process – the last fucking thing he wanted to do was yank out a chunk on accident – and it felt very...intimate. He'd never done any of this with his other partners. Granted, outside of his nights with Roxanne and Hinata, the handful of others he got it on with were extremely rare one-night stands or his more common 'quick' romps.

"...Not gonna lie, letting you give me a haircut is not how I expected this date to start." Loona muttered as she leaned back against him while he combed his fingers down her hair – it was just as soft as it looked, by the way. Thicker than Himawari's for sure – and then let out a sigh. "It doesn't feel half bad...even kind of relaxing."

"Well, I mean, it's not a haircut. Just...first-base grooming." He corrected around a smirk as he finished up with one last stroke. Loona continued to lean against him and he arched an eyebrow. "Don't think I'm complaining about this whole situation, but...we do have a 'reservation' to get to."

"...Fine." Loona grumbled. She pushed off of him and huffed. "How'd you get so good at that?"

"I have a puppy," Naruto reiterated again with a smirk. His date glowered at him and he shrugged. "I brush her hair before she has to go to school and had to learn a few tricks when she was little so she wouldn't fight it. The personal touch is soothing."

"No shit." Loona scoffed and hugged her arms as they walked out of the station into Beelzehaven. He watched her pause and take it in with a smile on his face.

"Nice looking shithole isn't it?" Naruto asked as he joined her in looking over the city. His home. Hounds of all sizes, shapes and breeds were walking the streets. Packs of Pups ran across the streets, one pack jumped an unexpected elder. Another was getting crated nearby courtesy of a few BHPD officers. "Beelzebub's Haven of Hellhounds, started in the first millennia of Hell's existence. Population: too many fuckin' mutts."

"That certainly makes it sound like a tourist hotspot." Loona snorted.

"Not for others, no." He nodded at the massive hive-like mansion that sat on a hill to the east, overlooking the city. "Most demons that come here only do so to go there. Queen Bee's Mansion."

"...She lives...close." She muttered in surprise. He wished that didn't make sense to him, but he knew and understood why she was. Lucifer's Castle is three cities over, outside of Pentagram City. To keep a better watch over his 'inmates'.

"Eh, she stopped getting involved with city politics when they started to bring down her vibes and she went on a Binge. Five, no...six millennia ago?" He frowned. "She's never actually come down here to celebrate anything in over five hundred years. Some blame the crime rate increase, others the various Packs running amok."

"And...what do you think?"

"I think she started to focus on the small picture." Naruto mused and looked up at the mansion. He furrowed his brow when he saw a small gleam from the visible balcony. The fuck was–? He shook it off and smiled at his date before he gestured ahead of them. "C'mon, the diner we're going to isn't far."

"Diner? You made a reservation at a diner?" She arched her brow. "How is that possible?"

"It's a really good diner. Trust me." He assured her with a grin as he took a few steps down into the city. He turned back and grinned at her. "Are you coming, or do you want to spend the day here?"

"Might as well, I guess." She sighed before she trudged down to walk in step with him. She bumped her hip against his. He glanced down at her as she played with her hair. "Thanks for...the hair thing. And for inviting me here."

"...Thanks for coming." He smiled.

(Queen Bee's Mansion)

"Mm-mm-mm...That's a great snack..."

The Sin of Gluttony popped a honey-comb into her mouth and kept watching her many cute Hellhounds run around their city living their lives however the fuck they wanted and wished to. From the adorable little puppies running wild in the streets to the grown hounds that gave her such delicious vibes to feast on. She lounged on her balcony banister and looked over at the "Beelzevator", as Luci called it, as it went up.

"New puppies? Ooh, let's see!" She grinned and rolled over onto her belly before she cupped her lower hands over her eyes. The normal red, houndlike eyes she donned to keep her pets at ease, twitched into what looked like a pair of compounded orbs. They weren't really, but it was a visual cue she made to signal to her hordes and Hounds when she was looking ahead.

"Oh, cute little sweet baby, yay~!" Her upper hands clapped as she watched a collie mother and puppy walk out of the station. "So cute. Oh...Hm. Hello, hello, hello...Who is that?"

The 'that' in question was the tall, broad-shouldered fox-like Hellhound wearing a tight white shirt and jeans that looked very snug on his legs. His long, bushy tail curved slightly just above the ground and those already snug jeans cupped that firm caboose just right. His attention was on the cute little grey-wolf Hellhound at his side dressed in a cute crop-top and shorts combo.

The longer Queen Bee stared, the more she craved. Her tongue ran along her chops as she did some quick estimates in her head. Foxy there was very nearly a quarter fraction larger than the cutie he was with, as opposed to the usual twenty percent size variation. Sure, species played a small part – he was a Maned Wolf, maybe? The coat-coloring matched and ever since she saw those sweeties pop up in the G-Man's plans she'd wanted one of her own, or he was a hybrid with some kind of fox in his blood – in size confirmation, but Hellhounds that large tended to...balance out.

"Zo-oo-om." Bee giggled to herself as she focused on the prize: the package. A very, very quick estimate went off in her head and her grin widened to sinful proportions. Her upper hands traced along her neck and collarbone and she licked her lips again. She started to kick her feet as her edibles kicked in and the nearest vibes got good. "Mm-hm, where oh where have you been hiding, big guy? You've got to be breaking that cute little bitch open on the daily. Hehe...Lucky, lucky, lucky boy...You just won yourself an invite to a 'Private Party' hosted by yours truly."

Now, she just had to organize it for when Vortex was busy playing bodyguard for Verosika...and learn Lucky Foxy's name to send him that invite. Maybe even find out where he works to give him one in person. Or she could just find his house to crash one of his and the cute little bitch's private parties.

What could she say? Queen Bee-Lzebub loved all of her cute little Hellhounds.

AN: "Fist Into The Air" by Peyton Perrish. Dude's got killer vocal skills.

There's a quote I like made by the Twelfth Doctor (Peter Capaldi): "You don't have to be nice, but never fail to be kind."

There's nothing more to it, just wanted to share that little fact.

It's a nice saying.