Roxy and Loona's Romantic Revenge

"Ugh, what a night," Loona mumbled as rolled in the morning. The scarlet-red ray of the fiery orb that replaced the sun in hell came through the window into her room and fell on her face. Blinking a couple times, she propped herself up on her elbows and yawned softly, before immediately frowning and grabbing her head. "Damn, fucking hangover, I hate it so much!" She rubbed her temples and growled, opening her nightstand and pulling out a couple of headache pills, which she swallowed down with the rest of the beer in the bottle. "Yeah, I had a great time last night," the hellhound said when the pain subsided a little, trying to gather her thoughts and remember what had happened to her last night, and why had she gotten so drunk? "So, first I was at work, then I went to the human world, and then..." She shifted her hand slightly and felt someone lying beside her. "Oh fuck, did I really get so drunk that I decided to sleep with someone?! Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Oh..." She threw off the blanket and was immediately relieved to see Roxy beside her, her arms spread out and sleeping peacefully. "Oh, yes, that's right, I remember now," the hound said, returning to the events of the previous night. "I went to the human world, fought there with a dangerous mehera and...." She went back to bed and threw a blanket over herself and her girl. "Found my true love last night," she finished, hugging the she-wolf affectionately and stroking her back. "Afterward, she and I had a very passionate night." She playfully moved her hands down and patted Roxy's ass. "Oh, yeah, we had a great time last night," she giggled, enjoying her firm and soft ass and replaying the events of last night in her head: the failed attempt to touch Roxy's breasts, her confession of inexperience, her struggle with her own selfishness, and finally the climax, during which the she-wolf had licked and satisfied her with her tongue, after which Loona had taken her virginity with a dildo and anal balls. "Yes, it was perfect, I've sorted out my feelings, conquered my fears and found someone who really loves me," she whispered against Roxy's woolly shoulder before licking her lips and adding: "How lucky I am." At that moment there was the sound of a door opening from the hallway and someone turned on the television. "Oh no! What time is it?" Loona thought in a panic, habitually reaching over to the nightstand to grab her phone, but then she remembered that she'd left it in the hallway. "Fuck, we slept in too long," she said, looking out the window. "Blitz was already home." Quickly grabbing her tank top and underwear off the floor, she was about to put them on, but footsteps approached her door. "Loonie, darling, I hope you're awake by now." Blitz said in a loud voice and, without asking permission, unceremoniously entered her room, holding a cup of coffee in his hand. "What the hell are you doing?! I'm not dressed yet!" The hound exclaimed indignantly, hastily covering her bare torso with a blanket. "Huh, big deal. You think I've never seen boobs before?" The imp waved away, taking a couple sips of coffee. "Gr-r-r-r!" Loona roared. "Besides, I have great news, my girl," Blitz continued as if nothing had happened. "Yesterday, I learned at a speech for budding entrepreneurs that there was a terrible mess in the human world with thousands of victims, and we can make a nice profit on orders from...." He lowered his gaze to Loona and noticed someone else lying beside her. "Fuck, Loona! I told you a hundred times not to bring any fuckers into our house!" He swore at her, pulling out an antique flintlock pistol from under his cloak and pointing it at the knoll. "Get out of there, you furry safecracker!" "Wait! You've got it all wrong!" Exclaimed the hellhound, covering Roxy. "Oh, yeah? I think it's pretty clear," the imp snorted. "We agreed that you wouldn't bring horny guys into your room." "I didn't," Loona pointed out. "It's not a guy." "Phew, thank Satan," Blitz said relaxedly, taking another sip of coffee. "It's a girl," the hound finished. Blitz immediately choked and spit the coffee back into his mug. "What?!" He coughed and said. "Are you out of your mind?! You want to make out with some horny bitch?!" "Yeah, said the type who'd set his ass up for the prince of hell," Loona chided him. "That doesn't count. Stolas and I have a purely business relationship that directly affects our work. Without his grimoire, we wouldn't be able to…" Blitz began, but then the blanket moved, and Roxy crawled out from under it. "Why are you all making so much noise? I have a headache," the she-wolf said grudgingly, sitting up straight, and the blanket slid off, exposing her bare breasts. "Damn meat body." Loona quickly rushed over to her and covered her with her arms. "You!" Said the imp in a daze, grabbing the gun again. "You seduced my daughter?! Sneaky..." "She didn't seduce anyone, dad, it was consensual," Loona waved away. "And besides, you shouldn't worry about... uh... dad?" But Blitz wasn't listening to her anymore. His face suddenly stretched into a happy smile, as if he had just heard the nicest thing in the world. "L-loonie, you called me... dad?" He said with a delighted look in his eyes. "Yeah, guess I did," the hound said, rubbing the back of her head. "It was Roxy who convinced me that since we're family, I should go easy on you." "She convinced you?" Blitz repeated, giving the she-wolf a new look. "You know, forget what I just said, I like you already," he said, turning to Roxy. "And you can keep fucking around with my daughter." "Dad!" Loona was outraged. "Yes, ahem, thank you," the she-wolf said awkwardly. "But don't think that I'll forgive you the second part of the sum," Blitz reminded her sternly. "Respect is respect, but business comes first." "I don't think so," Roxy said. "I'm going to recover a little and go get the money." "I'll go with her," Loona put in, and, noticing the imp's suspicious look, she added: "You know, to make sure everything goes well." "Yeah, that's what I figured," Blitz grinned. "Okay, girls, I'm going to go to breakfast. And if you guys want to join me, I'll be waiting for you in the kitchen." And turning toward the door, he whistled and walked out into the hallway. "Well, that went a lot better than I thought it would," Loona said with a relaxed exhale. "Yeah, your father seems to like me," Roxy agreed. "Yes, he's not an easy guy to butter up, but I think you did it." "Not just me, but us, because you're the one who decided to make a relationship with him." "That's right," Loona agreed, stretching. "Soooo? Shall we go to breakfast?" "Let's go," Roxy nodded. The hellhound was about to throw off the blanket and get up, but the she-wolf put her hand on her tummy. "What?" Loona looked at her questioningly. "But only in five minutes," the she-wolf winked and jumped on top of her with a laugh. "Oh, hee-hee, you insatiable predator," the hound laughed as her girlfriend kissed her.

***

"Here we are, the remaining one hundred thousand souls, as promised," Roxy said as she walked out of the door to the reception area of Wally Wackford's factory. Placing a large leather briefcase on the reception table, she opened it and showed Loona the stacks of neatly folded bills. "Aha, perfect," the hound nodded as she closed it and took it in her hand. "This is enough to keep our business afloat for a while longer." Then she snorted loudly: "Unless, of course, Blitz lets them in on some crazy shit like a collection of plastic ponies." "Why, does he collect ponies?" Roxy asked. "Oh yeah, and not only that. He also buys himself all sorts of posters and magnets and souvenir mugs. And he has a T-shirt with a big purple unicorn on it in his closet that he sometimes wears when he watches cartoons at night." And, making a whimsical gesture, she added: "Where friendship is magic." Both girls laughed loudly and headed towards the exit. Once out the door, they cast a glance at the large industrial district on the outskirts of Imp City where Wally Wackford's factory was located. His business was booming now, thanks to the designers and constructors at Freddie Fazber. And the marketing people who had done a good job of promoting his new line of robots and had already received a large order for several thousand furry animatronics, both for children's entertainment centers and to satisfy all sorts of fetishistic needs. "Yeah, that's a funny dad you've got there," the she-wolf said. "It's kind of cute that he's interested in that sort of thing, though." "It may be nice, but he's way into it. And spends all our money on a whim. And I have to work hard to keep him from wasting it." She clutched the case to her and sighed softly. "So I wasn't kidding when I said that I'm the only reason our company exists. It seems that I'm the only one who knows how to handle money." "Well, that's commendable," Roxy said approvingly. "What about the amount you plan to keep for yourself?" "Oh, I'll be careful with that, too, and I won't spend it on anything," said the hound, as she and Roxy left the factory and headed down the industrial street toward the taxicab park. "And more specifically?" Asked the she-wolf. "Well, for example, I'll buy myself a new music player and a pair of designer shorts from Verosika Mayday," Loona said dreamily. "Not to mention the latest hellphone." "Heh-heh, you're all right," Roxy grinned and winked. "Why, a frugal girl needs to treat herself sometimes, right? So don't judge," Loona said. She cast a meaningful glance at her girlfriend. "I'd also like to take you to a youth clothing store and buy you some clothes." "Me?" Roxy said, surprised. "Exactly," the hellhound nodded. "I can't have my girlfriend wearing those rags." She glanced disapprovingly at her top and panties. "Hey," the she-wolf said, playfully shoving her with her hand. "Besides, you look too provocative like that, and sooner or later you're going to run into some rapist," Loona continued. "Here we go again!" And with that, she jumped into the bushes by the sidewalk and stepped on the foot of the imp, who was furtively reaching out his thin hands toward Roxy's ass. The imp screamed loudly and started hopping on one leg. "See?" The hellhound asked, kicking him in the stomach and sending him into the nearest trash can. "Yeah, I guess you're right. I could really use a set or two of new clothes," the she-wolf agreed, walking over to the trash can and smashing the nearby lid down on the imp's head in a rage. "That's what I mean. So, are we going shopping?" Loona smiled. "Let's go," Roxy confirmed, shaking the trash off her hands in a squeamish manner. They continued walking and soon entered the parking lot of a taxi stand, where several cars were parked. "So, where are we going to go?" The she-wolf asked, getting into the nearest cab with the hound. "To Pentagram City's largest and most luxurious mall," Loona said enthusiastically, hugging her arm. "Ok, to the Spiral of Vice," the cabbie nodded and started the engine.

***

"Spiral of Vice," eight hundred and thirty-fifth spiral. "Oh yes, Roxy! Look at you, you're so gorgeous!" Loona whistled two hours later, when her girlfriend came out of the dressing room at an expensive apparel store and showed her new clothes. The she-wolf was wearing a beautiful black top, knee-length skirt and mesh stockings, ending with army boots made for hounds, and a cape with sleeves, which harmonized perfectly with the many silver rings and bracelets they had bought at the jewelry store. The look was completed with brutal gothic makeup and a new backcombed hairstyle, which she had had done at the beauty salon. "Really?" Roxy asked, walking over to the mirror and examining herself from every angle. "Of course. Whatever you say about black, it suits you just fine," said the hellhound, coming up to her and hugging her around the waist, looking at her new red jacket and jean shorts. "You look very daring and sexy in them." "And most importantly, no one else will be staring at your cute ass but me," she added mentally, sliding her other hand under the she-wolf's cloak and rubbing her tail. "Okay, if you say so," Roxy agreed, taking the shopping bags, and the girls, having paid for the clothes, left the store and went for a walk through the huge hypermarket, which spiraled upward and was lost in the clouds. All the space in it was occupied by countless stores and boutiques. Their signs were so huge and so eloquently praised themselves and criticized their neighbors that it was immediately clear that it was built in the Ring of Pride. "Wow, what a place," the she-wolf said, looking at the shop windows they were walking past. "There's no end in sight." "Of course. This hypermarket is always growing, due to the arrogance and ambition of people, so you can wander here forever, until you spend all your money," explained Loona. "Wow, that's unusual," Roxy said excitedly, cocking her head and trying to see any hint of the end of all those countless spirals. "Well, we've got the clothes sorted out, and the toys for tonight too," the hound giggled as she nudged her ass, pointing to the boxes and bags she'd bought at the naughty store. "Now how about a little rest?" She added, nodding at a small café nearby. "Sure, why not, I really enjoy eating local food," the she-wolf agreed with a lick. "Though the way it's later expelled is just so disgusting," she finished with a wince, remembering her morning trip to the bathroom. "Ha, that's okay, you'll get used to it soon enough. The main thing is to never look back at the results of your own labors, and everything will be okay," Loona grinned, sitting down at the table with her and waving to the waitress who was waiting nearby to take their order. The imp girl nodded a couple of times to let her know she was coming over, and the hellhound leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes. "Ah, what a nice day," she said, for the first time in a long time, in high spirits. "That's right, you're so happy today," Roxy said, noticing her mood. "Of course, I am. Why would I be sad? I have a lot of money, I have a new jacket on my shoulders, I have the latest hellphone, and my beautiful girlfriend, whom I love with all my heart, is sitting next to me," Loona answered, warily opening one eye and tripping an imp who tried to steal their purchases, then kicked it into a pot with flowers. "Hee-hee, thank you, that's so sweet," the she-wolf said, blushing embarrassedly, ignoring the failed robber. Soon a waitress approached them. Loona and Roxy bought themselves a couple of the best cakes and a few cups of coffee, and after waiting for their order, they began to discuss various everyday matters and make plans for the future, occasionally distracted by the winged screens flying past them in the air, where all sorts of advertisements were playing: «If you want to enlarge your penis, come to our plastic surgery salon Incubus' Choice on the three thousand and fifth spiral. Today we have a promotion: enlarge your penis and get a silicone vagina as a gift. Try out your new device at the register» «Want to chase beautiful sinners, demons or succubus? Then come to our smutty bookstore and enjoy millions of porn magazines for all ages (6 and up) to try out in special off-camera booths» «I have a dream, I'm here to tell, about a wonderful, fantastic new hotel, where we'll cure your sin, we'll make you well, you'll feel so swell. Right here in hell, at our lovely Hazbin Hotel!» a pretty girl with a smiling face suddenly sang on one of the screens. "Wow, what is that?" Roxy asked. "Huh? You mean her?" Loona said, looking at the screen. "Just an advertisement for a local hotel for those who want to become saints." "A saint? Here?" The she-wolf was surprised. "Yeah, well, it sounds pretty weird, but according to what they say about it, this hotel is supposed to rehabilitate sinners." "Rehabilitate sinners?" Roxy raised an eyebrow. "Uh-huh. It was organized by this girl, who, by the way, is the daughter of one of the supreme lords of hell – Lucifer. She wants to save our land from shootings and deaths by making saints out of sinners and sending them to paradise," the hound explained. "But since few people here are willing to voluntarily change, I think it's a failure." "Yeah, I guess so," Roxy said thoughtfully, taking a sip of coffee and going back to talking to her girlfriend about everyday things.

***

"Phew, we're finally home," Loona said as she opened the door and was the first to enter her apartment. She looked around the dark hallway and shouted a couple of times: "Dad, are you here? Dad?" Walking forward and turning on the light, she saw a note on the kitchen table: "Loonie, dear, Stolas has had another fit over yesterday's grimoire incident, and so tonight I'll be sucking... I mean sleeping with him. While I'm gone, try not to get laid with your girlfriend." "Yeah, right," The hellhound grinned and read the rest of the letter: "Though we both know you still won't listen to me and decide to take advantage of my absence, so have a good time tonight, but make sure you're ready to go in the morning. Blitz." "Ha, I see, daddy's having 'bird taming night' again," Loona smiled, putting her purchases on the table and taking off her jacket before turning to the she-wolf: "Good news, Roxy, looks like Blitz won't be in again tonight." "That's great. Which means we can have a little fun with you," the she-wolf said cheerfully, grabbing her by the waist and lifting her slightly off the floor. "Hee-hee, yes, you're insatiable," the hound said with a laugh, leaning down and kissing her. "By the way, why don't we start with the toys I bought at Penetration Nation?" With those words, she pulled out some edible lace panties and a small whip from the bag. "What do you say? Shall we try them out?" She asked with a flirtatious wink. "Of course, you don't have to talk me into it," the she-wolf said, taking off her skirt and wrapping her ponytail seductively around the hound's belly. They both fell into each other and kissed passionately for a few minutes before going to Loona's room.

***

"Oh yeah, that was a good fuck," Loona said an hour later, reclining on the bed, licking the remnants of Roxy's love juice off her face and stretching playfully. "Yes, you were at your best again today," the she-wolf said, lying down beside her and putting her hands behind her head, dressed in a maid's outfit that had a hole in the front for her breasts. "As always," the hellhound said contentedly. "I could use another cigarette now, and the day would be a complete success." She reached for the pack on her nightstand and pulled out the last of her cigarettes. "Fuck, it's all out again," she frowned, lighting it and taking a couple puffs. They spent a few minutes in silence. Loona smoked the cigarette and let the smoke lazily out of her mouth, while Roxy stared at the ceiling and wrinkled her nose, thinking about something. "Well? What is it?" The hound asked her after a while. "Huh?" The she-wolf didn't understand. "What do you mean?" "What you're thinking right now. Is everything all right? You look a little tense," Loona explained, putting out the cigarette butt on her own palm (which had no trace of it) and tossing it into the empty bottle by the bed. "Yeah, I'm fine," Roxy replied, not entirely sincerely. "Just..." Loona added, waving her hand in a sign that she was waiting for her to continue. "Just I think... tell me, Loona, how many times have we had perverts and burglars come at us today?" "Hmm, I'll tell you right now," the hound stretched her arms forward and counted on her fingers. "Eight, oh, I mean, nine if you count the guy who got kicked in the butt by me in the industrial district." "Nine," Roxy repeated with a sigh. "Nine attempts to hurt us, all in one day." "Yeah, that's a bit much," Loona agreed. "But what can you do, it's hell. They don't send law-abiding and decent people here." She stretched out on the bed and crunched her back. "No," continued the hound, "the only people who live here are scum who screwed up so badly in life that they can't go to heaven. Now they're getting what they deserve." "You think so?" The she-wolf asked. "Do you think they deserve it? Even me?" "That's a hard question," Loona said, thinking for a moment. "I honestly don't know how sinful souls are judged up there. What they look at, what they evaluate. Maybe a girl like you shouldn't have been sent to hell, but they just didn't know something. Like, say, they didn't know how to judge an animatronic. So they judged you by your last deeds on earth, which, you know, were not the good ones." "Maybe," Roxy nodded sadly. "But, hey, it's not that bad. Yeah, it's not the nicest place to live forever, but you have to admit, if you hadn't been here, we never would have gotten revenge on the kid who sent you to hell," the hound reminded her, and then she rolled onto her side and grinned: "And you and I would never have met." "Yes, I agree," the she-wolf said with a smile. "Meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me." She kissed Loona on the lips and snuggled up to her. "Still, I don't like it here," she said. "This place is horrible. There's blood and violence and hatred everywhere." "Yeah, it's hell," Loona reminded her again. "Which I don't belong in," Roxy said darkly. "And neither do you, by the way." "Maybe, but I'm afraid we're stuck here. Me because I was born here, and you because someone up there decided you weren't worthy of paradise," the hellhound said. "It's our destiny and there's no way out." "No? Are you sure?" Roxy asked her suddenly. "Yes, I'm sure. No one's ever escaped hell before. Unless, of course, you count the one guy a couple millennia ago who was…" Loona started, but then she stopped and said in surprise: "Wait, what's your point?" "The point is that you and I can change everything and leave this place inhabited by maniacs and rapists." "But I already told you that you can't just leave this place, unless you are the Son of God or..." She paused again and suddenly remembered the commercial she'd seen this afternoon at the mall. "Wait a minute, do you really want to go to the Hazbin Hotel?" She began. "Exactly," Roxy confirmed. "No," Loona shook her head. "Yes," the she-wolf said, sitting up on the bed. "Don't you see? This is our chance to get away from this place and the evil in it." "But that's a load of crap," Loona said, sitting up too. "The crazy idea of a rich daughter of the lord of hell, who for some reason thought that sinners could be saved." "Still, we can try," Roxy insisted. "No. Don't even say it. You and I can't make it work," the hound said. "And even if we do, it's not going to work." She imagined for a second what her life might be like in paradise. "Shit, no! Living in a place where you can't drink, fight, or smoke. A world where swearing is strictly forbidden." "What do you think you swear about so often? Roxy asked. "And why do you drink all the time?" "Because I hate this fucking life, and I just want it to be..." she began, but stopped short when she realized what the she-wolf wanted to tell her. "…safe," Roxy finished for her. "You want to forget and not see this horrible world where you don't like it, right?" "Yeah, I don't like it here, but it's my home. I was born and raised here, and out there, I'll never be me again. So tough and strong. There..." her voice trembled, "we might not be able to be together and frolic in bed like we did tonight. It's a mortal sin for all the sissies there." She spit on the floor. "Filthy prudes." "Maybe, maybe not. There's a lot you and I don't know," Roxy said. "That's why I think you and I should give it a try." She lay down on the bed again. "It's better than staying here and waiting for some crazy, hateful demon to kill you. But I won't push you, Loona, and I'll accept whatever you decide." She took her hand. "It's just that I'd really like you to be happy. For us to be happy." And she, closing her eyes, fell silent. "Shit!" Loona cursed mentally. "Why had she gotten such a ridiculous idea? To change? To become a better person? For what? To go to a place populated by spineless brats with wings? A world where you can't fight or gut anyone?" She, too, lay down beside Roxy and hugged her. "To a place where no one will ever hurt me or hate me again. Where I'll stop feeling like I'm trapped." She looked at her peacefully lying girl and wondered. "Could she be right? No, I certainly don't think that's possible. It's quite possible that our princess is just crazy and this whole scheme will be a complete failure. But... what if we succeed? And I can get out of here. And not alone, but with my beloved Roxy? What if it's real? And in heaven, we could still be a couple? Love each other, just like we do here?" And under such contradictory and full of doubts thoughts she slowly fell asleep.

***

A few days later. "Okay, I got the clothes. Phone charger, too," Loona said aloud, putting the last of her things into her newly purchased backpack and zipping it up. Then the hellhound slung it over her shoulder and took one last look around her room. "Oh fuck, I still can't believe I went for this. It's... it's kind of crazy," she said as she walked out into the hallway and placed the note for Blitz on the table. "I don't know how I even dared to do this. I..." She walked out the door, locking it shut and down the steps to the bottom floor, leaving the entryway, outside of which a cab was already waiting for her, with her smiling girlfriend standing beside it. "No, I know, though. I went for it for her," she smiled back and mentally finished, getting into the car with Roxy and closing the door. "Well, where are you going?" The driver asked in a casual tone. "Pentagram City, Hotel Hazbin," Roxy told him. The imp snorted in surprise and turned back. "What?" he asked again. "You heard her, Hazbin Hotel," Loona repeated instead. "And hurry up." "All right, I don't care," the imp shrugged indifferently, and checked the meter. Roxy and Loona sat huddled together and watched the car speed through the streets of Imp City, which they soon left behind. After passing Despair Wasteland and Pain Canyon they entered Pentagram City. "Here it comes, we're just around the corner," Loona thought as she looked out the window, after a couple minutes she saw a large hotel building in front of her. "That's it, we're here. Hotel Hazbin, as you requested," the imp said, turning off the engine and holding out his hand as he waited for payment. "Yeah, thank you," Roxy thanked him, paying for the ride and getting out of the car with Loona. The driver rolled his eyes ironically and, muttering something to himself, drove away. Leaving the girls near the main entrance. "Well, here we are," the hound said, glancing uncertainly at the facade of the building, whose windows were mostly dark. "Are you sure you want to go through with this? We can still turn around and drive back and pretend this never happened." "Exactly, I'm willing to take that risk if this is where we can really change our fate and leave hell." She took the hound's hand and cradled it in hers. "But there's no way I'm doing it without you. So it's up to you, Loona," Roxy said. "Where you go, I go." The hellhound looked at her doubtfully, then at the hotel, and then at the road behind them. "Well, what do you say, dear, where should we go?" Repeated the she-wolf. "Forward or backward?" "Oh, I hate making decisions like this," Loona thought grumpily, not knowing what she should decide to do. To go back home and live the life she was used to, but never really liked. Or take a step forward into the unknown and lose a lot. But perhaps gain something as well. She hesitated for a while, but then she made up her mind and, taking a deep breath, stepped toward the hotel. "Okay, I've made my choice, we're going there," she said to the she-wolf. "And let's try to leave hell." "Yay, I knew you'd make the right decision, Loona!" Roxy exclaimed, hugging her and kissing her on the cheek. "Yeah, yeah, sneaky, let's go already," the hellhound snorted, but smiled warmly at her. Taking her girlfriend by the hand, she walked with her towards the reception area of the Hazbin Hotel. "And then, if things don't work out and everything goes to shit, we can always leave here and go home, right?" When she reached the door, she asked just in case. "Ha, wouldn't dream of it," Roxy winked at her. The two of them opened the door and stepped through the threshold of the place that would change their lives once and for all.