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It was a quiet evening, well, as quiet as it got in the pride ring. The sounds of distant gunshots and people fighting mixed with the hum of traffic from the nearby streets. Moxxie was sitting at the large table in the I.M.P office, managing the business finances. One of his legs was bandaged because of an injury from the last mission. It was healing pretty well, but he still couldn’t get around very well without support. It was agreed that it would be safer for him to stay in the office while Millie and Blitzø took care of the next targets. Loona was meant to stay with him, but she had gone to one of those hellhound parties instead. He sighed, and continued with his calculations. They could afford to re-stock on bullets for this month, as well as a few new daggers. As long as Blitzø didn’t go on a pointless spending spree they’d be in a very good spot for the month.
The door slammed open as Loona burst in, clearly still feeling the effects of whatever alcohol and designer drugs they had at the event. “Hey fatty” she said, speech slightly slurred. She went to go sit down at her desk, feet kicked up leaning back in her chair. Moxxie huffed with frustration. “Glad to see you actually show up,” he said “Finally remember that you have a job?” Loona smirked at him, “Hey, at least I’ve got a life. When’s the last time you got invited to anything? I bet you don’t even have any friends besides your own wife. Why does she stay with you anyways, you that fun to peg?” Moxxie blushed and stammered, “What?! N-no, why would you… I just… I don’t even want to give you the satisfaction of responding to that.” Moxxie turned his back to the hellhound and tried to refocus his thoughts on what he was working on. “Don’t let her get to you,” He thought, “She’s just trying to get a reaction, you should just ignore her.” He focused back on his work, falling to notice the sound of footsteps coming up behind him
Moxxie flinched back into his chair as Loona slammed her hands down on the desk on either side of him. He gulped, looking upwards at the much taller hellhound looming above him. He shrank into his seat, trying to make himself as small as possible. Loona looked down upon him, “You look nervous fatty~, scared I’m going to do something?” Moxxie’s heart raced. “Loona please stop, I’m just trying to work.” Loona leaned her head over the top of the chair, her eyes wild. “You know what, I don’t think I will. I think I’m going to do whatever I want with you, how does that sound bitch?” Moxxie stammered a bit before making a dive to try and get under the table. He was unsuccessful in his attempt, Loona pushed aside the chair and grabbed the back of his suit collar, yanking him off his feet and holding him close to her malicious grin. “Awww, trying to run fatty? I can’t have my new toy getting away from me~” Loona turned him around and put him on the table facing up at her. Moxxie tried to crawl backwards away from her but she grabbed his injured leg and yanked him back towards her. He yelped in pain, her hand so easily wrapping around the circumference of the limb. “You aren’t getting away from this,” Loona said, firmly squeezing the injury making Moxxie whimper, “Why don’t you be a good boy for me and just take it.”
She started by unbuttoning his suit jacket, then his shirt underneath. He tried struggling, but every attempt resulted in more torment on his leg. She slid off the two layers, leaving his bow-tie on. She tweaked his nipples a bit, watching as the dark red nubs got hard with the stimulation. Tracing along his side, she then went down to his pants, slowly sliding them and his underwear off in one go. Moxxie quickly attempted to cover himself with his hands, but Loona grabbed them, pinning them above his head with one hand, leaving his lower garments tangled around his legs. Loona scoffed as she laid eyes on Moxxie’s penis, if you could even call it that. The poor little thing was only a few inches long, more a glorified clit than anything. She started toying with the small thing with her other hand, poking and flicking it about. She loved how he squirmed as she played with him, the uncomfortable whimpers he involuntarily let out, the way his checks were getting so flushed. “How the hell did you score Millie with this pathetic little thing? You have to be so much fun to peg, there's no other way.” She said. Moxxie' tried to stammer something about how Millie loved him, and that his size had nothing to do with it, but he lost his words when he locked eyes on Loona’s crotch. The hellhound had a very large, so large he was shocked he hadn't noticed it before, bulge pressing at her shorts.
Loona smirked as she realized where Moxxie’s gaze had landed. She swayed her hips a bit, letting her member move around against the fabric, yearning to be let out. “Like what you see?” she asked in a husky voice. She grabbed his hips and pulled him down closer, wedging herself between his legs. She rubbed her bulge against his tiny cocklet, watching as he started to get hard from the pressure and friction of the damp fabric pressing against him. Moxxie could feel some of Loona’s precum soaking through the soft material. He did his best to hold back his whimpering moans as she ground against him, her fur brushing against his sensitive inner thighs. Loona took off her top, raising her arms above her head to remove the clothing and toss it away. Moxxie found himself unable to look away from the hellhound’s breasts, nipples fully erect, bouncing slightly with every grind Loona made against him. “Like what you see fatty?” Loona asked as she pressed her boobs together. “Wanna see more?” she asked, trailing her hand down, teasing the edges of her shorts. Moxxie started trying to stammer out a “Wait!” or a “Stop!” but was unable to, Loona pulled down her shorts, her cock springing free with enough force to smack into Moxxie’s little dicklet hard. The action made a slap sound so loud that Moxxie flinched not just from the hit but also the volume.
He had known she was big from the size of her bulge, but actually seeing the size of her next to his small little dick was still knocked the breath out of him. Contrasting his few inches she was at least a full 7, maybe 8 bold inches long, a large knot at the base starting to form. Her cock dwarfed his pathetic dick, looming over his, practically smothering it, leaking onto the top of his belly. “See that fatty, that's a proper cock, not like your tiny little clitty~” She scooped up some of the precum off his stomach and spread it over her dick, making it nice and slick before continuing to slide it against Moxxie. His weak little dicklet was getting hard and trying to rise up in vain, not able to do anything put gently push against Loona’s heavy cock moving up and down against it. Moxxie squirmed and whined, completely and utterly helpless against the much stronger hellhound. What was he going to do, what could he do, what would Millie think if she found out? A flash suddenly snapped him out of his inner thoughts. He looked up to see Loona holding her phone up at him. “Awww, don’t worry my little chew toy,” Loona said, taking more pictures, “I’m just getting a little something to remember this by. You look so cute in these pictures, so pathetic. I wonder if Millie would like to see them?”
That statement sent new energy through Moxxie, and he started thrashed around, trying to pull away from the hellhound with new vigor. “No no no no, please no, Loona please!” Moxxie begged. He couldn’t bear the thought of Millie seeing him get so utterly and absolutely dominated by the hellhound, of seeing him so helpless. Loona grabbed him by his throat, squeezing firmly to keep him in place. “Listen to me good fatty. I am going to use you however I fucking want to, I’m gonna fuck that little bussy so hard that you’ll be feeling it all the way into next week, I’m going to treat you like the little fuck toy that you are, and there’s nothing you can do about it. So by all means keep struggling and squirming, I like my prey alive and fighting, but if you try to tell anyone about this then all of the 7 rings are gonna get to see the view of you that I have right now.” She reached down with her other hand to stroke her cock, adding to the pool of precum gathering on his stomach. Moxxie found that he couldn’t do anything more than whimper, the sound vibrating through his throat to Loona’s hand. Loona smiled down at him, “Good boy~”
Moxxie felt himself lifted up off the desk by his waist, and then turned around onto his stomach. He felt the slick on his stomach slide against the desk as his legs were once again parted and put on either side of Loona’s waist. She grabbed his tail, lifting it up to expose his small deep red hole. He heard another camera flash and buried his face in his arms, eyes tearing up. “Awwww, is my little toy sad?” Loona teased him, “Maybe a kiss will cheer you up.” Moxxie jerked forward a bit as he felt her tongue make a large swipe over his hole, and then the slight suction as she placed a kiss on it. Loona spread Moxxie open with her hands, using a thumb to circle the now slightly wet hole. She shallowly pressed into it, making Moxxie gasp and squirm. She could feel his hole pulsing around her finger, almost trying to suck it in further. “Such a hungry little hole,” she said, “I’ll have to absolutely stuff it to make it satisfied.” She pressed the head of her cock to his hole, with just enough pressure to make him feel it, but not enough to push through yet. He felt her cum leaking onto and into his hole, the new warmth seeming to spread throughout him. “Beg me.” Loona said. “W-what?” Moxxie replied, a bit confused. Loona leaned down to his ear, pulling his tail up and grinding into his hole to enunciate every word. “Beg me to feed your hungry, pathetic, slutty little hole with my dick. I know you want it.” She said in a low growly voice directly into his ear. She slid one hand under him and grasped his tiny cocklet, stroking it. “Tell me you want me to fuck this little bussy wide open, that you want me to stuff you, stretch you, completely fill you up.” Moxxie whimpered and shook his head. “Oh no, you don’t get a choice here.” Loona said sternly, “Either you beg, or the pictures get out, and we wouldn’t want that now would we?” Moxxie took in a few shaky breaths and very softly said “p-please...” “Please what?” she asked. “p-please fill my h-hole...” he replied. “Your hungry, slutty, little hole?” she taunted, rubbing the head of her cock against him. “y-yes” He said. “Say it” she demanded. “m-my hungry, s-slutty, little hole.” He said. “Good boy~” she growled into his ear, and then she pushed into him.
Moxxie let out a loud sound, a mix between a whimper, a moan, and a scream as he felt his hole get pushed open. Crumbs she was so big, just looking at her cock couldn’t have possibly prepared him for the feeling of it invading his small hole. He scratched at the table, his pathetic little cock jerking beneath him. “I’m not even halfway in yet fatty, we’ve got a long ways to go.” Loona said as she saw his reaction. Oh Satan he felt so good, his tight little bussy clung to her cock like a drowning person would a life preserver. She pulled out until only her tip remained, and then thrust back into him a little deeper. In and out, she dragged her dick against his walls. When she got about halfway in Moxxie jerked and moaned. Loona repeated the motion, getting the same response from the imp. She smirked, she must have found his prostate. “Did I hit your sweet spot fatty?” She taunted, pressing into that one spot over and over. Moxxie couldn’t respond with anything other than whimpers and moans at this point. He could hardly think, his focus solely on the intrusion burrowing its way into his ass. It pushed and pushed deeper and deeper into him. Loona kept pushing deeper, in and out, inching further inside him with every thrust, until her knot was pressed against his ass. Moxxie had tears streaming down his face, the most weak pitiful whimpers coming from the pit of his throat. “Does it feel good to have all of me inside you my little fuck toy?” She jabbed into him with every word, using her cock like it was a weapon, her balls slapping against his ass. “Does it feel good to have that fat, little, bussy, wide open.” She really started fucking him then, slamming her hips into his ass with such extreme force that the table shuddered with each movement. Moxxie slid against the table in the pool of cum that had gathered underneath him, back and forth as she pulled in and out of him. Loona grunted in pleasure, pulling on his bow-tie like it was a collar, slapping his ass, pulling on his tail as she thrust into him.
Moxxie could feel the base of her cock getting larger, the bulge pressing against him with every jab. “Feel that fatty?” Loona asked, her voice shifting in tone as she went in and out of them. She slowed and pressed her knot up against him, letting him feel against his ass just how big it had gotten. “It’s all for you, and it’s going to feel amazing inside you~” She started fucking him again, this time with every thrust she ground herself into his hole, pressing her knot into it. He screamed at the monumental pressure as she used his tail to pull his ass back into every thrust when he tried to squirm away. Underneath the pain he felt there he could feel the steady rise of an orgasm, and Loona could tell. “You gonna cum fatty?” She taunted him. “Your tiny little clitty gonna blow when I shove my big, full knot into your bussy.” She sped up, movements becoming more erratic. “Oh Satan, fuck. You’ve always wanted this, haven’t you? I’ve seen the way you look at me. You wanted me to fuck you into the ground. Oh fuck.”
She moaned as she finally bore into him, pulling him as close as she could, her knot finally sinking into him with a pop. As she did he finally went over the edge and orgasmed, both of them moaning as they came. Both of them were panting hard, Moxxie whimpering weakly as Loona made little thrusts, her knot tugging at his entrance with every movement. He could feel her cum being pumped into him, it was so warm, and there was too much of it, he felt a bit bloated. Loona sighed and collapsed onto him, her large warm furry figure covering him on the table. She pressed her snout into his neck, “Good boy~” she said happily. He just whimpered in reply, too tired, too fucked out to do anything really. After a while she pushed herself up and removed herself from his hole with another loud pop. He felt her cum rush out of him and down his legs. His poor little hole couldn’t even close all the way, the entrance winking open and closed like a fish mouth. Loona stretched and sighed in content, “That was the best fuck I’ve had in a while fatty.” She snapped a few more pictures. “You’d better do a good job of cleaning all this up, we wouldn’t want anyone finding out about what happened.” She cleaned herself up a bit, put back on her clothes, and sat back down at her desk, scrolling on her phone like nothing had happened. Moxxie tried to push himself up, but failed, arms too weak and shaking to support him. He groaned, this was going to be a rough rest of the night.